Half an hour had passed since John had tied the head of Rainbow Falls Guild and his knot was finally beginning to deflate. Giving it one more minute to contract, the rockruff took a deep breath, braced his forepaws against Bella's butt, and tugged with all his might until his bloated bulb stretched her plump chocolate folds to their limits. The pressure on his sensitive knot surged rapidly, his head spinning and his legs quivering like leaves in the wind, but he wouldn't let up. Pushing just a little further still, he finally managed to wrest it out with a loud, meaty pop, only to topple back over with a stunned yip.

The mare answered the rockruff's cry with a resounding neigh, her gaping cunt furiously clenching up and slackening from the aftershock of the sudden extraction while the male's massive rod smacked him across the face, giving him a wet, sticky taste of their mingled juices before it started receding into his sheath. It still had a long way to go until it was fully tucked away, though, and John had to lean far to the side just so he could look at Bella. "Are you okay?"

"Hooo, haaaaahh, y-yes, I'm fine. I- I'm just not used to a knot as big as yours," the guild leader gasped with billowing nostrils, rapidly shaking her head to clear her mind. "Anyway, thanks for the wonderful knotting, John. Now I know what the smaller girls are always raving about."

"Y-you're welcome, Bella," John replied with a blush on his cheeks, his tail brushing against his balls as the compliment got it wagging wildly. "Yes, this was awesome!"

"And quite a lengthy affair at that. Knots really are something else, aren't they?" Bella mused, dreamily ogling the rockruff's deflating knot. Even halfway receded into his sheath, the pulsing orb was still larger than his head. "Anyway, as much fun as this was, it's now high time you get going and join up with Sonia. Tell her to take you for a training mission. She'll know best what to do. Also, you're able to get up on your own?"

The mudsdale mare's concern seemed to be justified, as the rockruff lay on his back like an upside down torkoal, all fours helplessly stretched out with his sack and sheath weighing him down like an anchor, but with a determined grunt and some rhythmic swinging, he managed to build enough momentum to flip himself over. From there, he just had to heave himself onto his stubby paws, and once he was back on his feet, it wasn't nearly as difficult for his powerful legs to lug his giant extra load to the door. "Yes, I think I'll manage," he chortled, keeping his head high to avoid smacking himself with his own huge, swinging log of a cock while half of it was still sticking out of his sheath. "Thank you so much again for letting me join the guild, Bella, and see you later!"

"Yes. Have fun and see you later, cutie," Bella sighed, still languidly draped across her bed with a blissful smile as a trickle of cum leaked from her fluttering folds, her belly sweaty and swollen from the sheer amount of semen he had pumped inside her womb.

Meanwhile, John was the polar opposite of the tired, bloated mare. His tail wagged in an excited flurry as he pushed through the door and stepped into the lobby that linked all the guild's offices, and after just two steps, he was greeted by an equally excited barrage of questions. "Hey, John! You're done with Bella? How did it go? What did she say? Are you a member of the guild now?" Splooting on a lounger beside the entrance, Sonia had been awaiting the rockruff, and the huge, fluffy arcanine beamed at him with a smile brighter than the sun, her vast, fluffy tail whipping back and forth so quickly it almost obscured the massive damp splotch on the upholstery between her hindlegs. Almost. "So?"

"It went great!" the rockruff replied and pranced to the fire canine, plopping down next to the foot of her lounger. "We're done talking and I'm a member of the guild now."

"Perfect!"

"And she's assigned me to your team."

"Perfect!" Sonia's tail wagged so fast, it wouldn't have taken much more before it would've cracked like a whip.

"I'm supposed to be a carrier, and maybe a breeder."

"That doesn't surprise me~" the arcanine giggled, licking her chaps as she glanced at his plump, bulging bits.

With a blush, John looked away for a quiet heartbeat before he added, "Bella also told me that I should go on a training mission with you and that you'd know what to do. So, what do we do now?"

"Oh, that's easy! It's always best to learn by doing, so let's head to the guild's closest exploration camps and get right into it. Come, let's go!" Leaping off the lounger, Sonia took the lead with bouncy steps, and John followed her without a second thought. Whatever questions were still floating around in his head disappeared as he was enthralled by her soft, swinging rump and fat, delicious black cookie, and no matter where they went, no matter what her plan was, he would follow her for that view alone.

After the two ferals had left the fortified guild tower, the arcanine led the rockruff along the same rushing creek and wide gravel path they had followed this morning. But instead of heading back to her den, they took a left in the middle of the woods. They crossed the gurgling stream over a fallen log and made their way onto a narrow dirt trail that wound its way across the trees and up the hills in wide, meandering bends.

Before long, the lush forest around them shifted into sparser vegetation, broad-leaved trees making way for narrow arrangements of pines and firs scattered among vast swaths of mossy rocks and boulders. There was an upside to the ever-steeper and arduous climb, though: whenever John took a break and sat back to catch his breath and recover from dragging his sheath along the stony path, it was as if the world itself lay spread out before his feet.

Overlooking the landscape from the incline, the trees of the wild woods had become little more than matchsticks, the guild tower with its colorful rainbow flags was but a pebble on the edge of a cliff, and his new hometown was a round patch of countless red and black roofs at the edge of the vast, glittering blue sea. In the distance, countless more trails and wisps of smoke rose up, marking the locations of other towns and settlements amidst tall mountains, sprawling woods, sparkling streams and lakes, all full of riches and mysteries beyond comprehension. "Do you think the answer to where I came from and what happened to me is somewhere out there?"

Settled beside the rockruff, Sonia shrugged. "It has to be, doesn't it? I doubt you washed up on the shore for no reason whatsoever, and I'm sure someone has to know something about it. Maybe there's even someone with ideas and answers in the camp ahead because there aren't just guild members waiting for us there, but pokemon from all over the world."

A heavy, bubbling growl interrupted the arcanine as John's stomach joined the conversation. After stuffing the guild master and scaling the steep mountainside, it was as empty as could be, and the few berries he had grabbed in passing hardly filled that yawning pit of hunger. "Speaking of the camp, how far is it still?"

"Do you see the pass between the mountains up there?" Sonia asked, pointing at a gap in the jagged mountain ridge. "The camp is right in the middle of that dip, so just another half hour away or so"

"Good, because I'm starving."

"Yes, me too. A nice, hot broth or a plate full of steamed dumplings would be heavenly right now."

"Oh, shut up, you're just making me hungrier," John groaned, rolling his eyes at the chuckling arcanine.

Fortunately, Sonia's estimate proved accurate as it was only another twenty more minutes before the entrance of the campsite came into view. Hemmed by a stockade of fir logs, it lay nestled between two steep cliff faces, and the trails of smoke emerging from behind its wooden walls carried with them the heavenly, muzzle-watering smell of freshly cooked food. Invigorated by the promise of a somewhat late but sumptuous lunch, the two canines ran the last stretch toward the entrance gate, and after a brief encounter with some guards, they were finally inside the camp.

As John followed the arcanine through the campsite, his jaw dropped at the unexpected bustle. He hadn't expected to see this many pokemon in a place above the tree line, making the most of the limited, sparse space available to them. Each cliff face was enveloped with sturdy wooden scaffolding with countless shelters hewn right into the rock, and the area in between was studded with colorful, ornate tents, vast log cabins, and large campfires, around which dozens of pokemon had gathered to chat, eat, and relax. At least half of them were wearing rope harnesses to carry building tools, berries, water, and other commodities, and a few were dressed in exotic clothing, clad in anything from scarfs and belts to full-body garbs, skirts, and dresses.

The rockruff's burning curiosity was reciprocated just as much by the pokemon they passed. Apart from courteous nods and friendly smiles, he heard jaws dropping to the floor as they noticed the massive orbs he was dragging across the ground, and he saw males, females, and everything in between licking their lips and winking at him. The mixture of awe, surprise, and desire at the sheer size of his sheath he was met with, from the tallest mudsdale to the smallest emolga, was nothing short of titillating.

All that interest and excitement took a back seat, however, as they reached one of the communal campfires. A single look at the humongous cast iron pot of steaming, bubbling stew was enough to get John's full, undivided attention, but before he could finally satisfy his ravenous hunger, he followed Sonia to an absol on the other side of the fire. Lying on a red, quilted blanket beside a stack of letters, three gold rings studding her large, curved horn, and a red scarf veiling her neck, the dark-type greeted the two with a soft, but authoritative voice, "Hello, Sonia. I'm happy to see you, and I see that you've brought company?"

"Yes, this is John. He joined the guild today and he's the new guy in my team. I brought him here so he can learn the ropes of exploring," the arcanine explained. "John, this is Luna, one of Bella's deputies and the leader of the camp."

"H-hi, Luna, nice to meet you," John stammered under the absol's inquisitive gaze, only for a heavy, rumbling growl to signal that the bottomless pit in his stomach had now reached the core of the planet.

"Nice to meet you too, John. And please, be my guest and have a seat, one of the campkeepers will fetch you a bowl of stew in but a moment," the absol replied, pointing them to the spot next to her while she hid a chuckle behind her other paw. "You want to ease things in with a nice, simple mission, I assume?"

"Yes, that would be great. At least once he's learned the basics in camp," Sonia nodded.

"Of course. Now, let me have a quick look at the missions currently available," Luna said, and while she browsed through the letters beside her, John's attention returned to the steaming pot of stew. A few pokemon were bustling around it, busy pouring the stew into bowls of various sizes, carrying all sorts of ingredients on trays and in bags, chopping mushrooms and vegetables, and stirring the bubbling delight.

Finally, John's gaze got caught on a yamper who was blowing the bellows, or rather, it got caught on his backside, which had to be the biggest one he had ever seen on a pokemon of his size. Blessed with two round, fluffy buttocks the shape of the plumpest, ripest peach, the golden fur on his thick, stubby thighs embraced a heart-shaped patch of white pointing from the snug pink pucker below his wildly wagging, lightning-shaped tail to an adorable, walnut-sized set of balls and a fuzzy little sheath. As if his initial glimpse hadn't been perfect enough, the enthusiasm with which the little male operated the bellows made his rump bounce and wobble in a jolly, hypnotizing rhythm.

The rockruff was snapped out of his spellbound stare by a sudden thud beside him. Squeaking in surprise, he flinched so hard that he almost knocked over the bowl one of the camp keepers, a stocky zangoose, had just placed in front of his paws. Beaming at him with a smile, she clapped her clawed paws and chirped, "Here's your stew. Enjoy~"

"T-thanks a lot," John muttered, still peering at her with a slight quiver as she returned to the campfire. It was probably for the best that she had interrupted his daydreaming about the yamper before anyone noticed, and the rich, savory taste of stew kept him distracted while he dug in, gorging himself until he was licking the leftover soup out of the bowl just a minute later. The gnawing pit in his stomach was smaller, but still there, and so he looked up, abashedly tapping the edge of the bowl to ask for seconds.

Understanding the assignment without another prompting, the zangoose approached the rockruff again with a glowing smile and another serving of stew. But while he was enjoying his second bowl, his hunger had diminished so much that his attention drifted again, and after trying to follow Luna's and Sonia's discussion about mission payouts, loans, and equipment costs for a bit, he eventually couldn't help but glance at the yamper at the fire again. Still stoking the flame with seemingly bottomless energy, his ample derrière kept bouncing and wiggling at him, and he could've sworn he heard it clap every time his butt cheeks smacked together.

Drooling, John wondered about his chances with the male, pondering how to best walk to the fire and ask him for his name when the yamper suddenly turned around and headed straight toward him. But although the electric canine was beaming with a smile, his tongue hanging from his stubby muzzle, a shiver raced down John's spine, fearing that he had finally been found out. Especially when he heard his name in the camp leader's assertive voice. "… John?"

"H-Huh? Yes, what is it?" the rockruff gasped, straightening up and licking the drool off his muzzle before he looked at Luna.

"Ah, there~ I was already about to suggest to Sonia to poke you," the absol said. "Anyway, we've just concluded that we need some more time to discuss all the relevant mission details, so I'm getting you somebody else to show you around camp. Please, meet Max, John."

John flinched and just so stifled a yelp when he realized that the yamper was now standing right next to him, looking at him with sparkling green eyes and his tail still wagging a mile a minute. "Hi, John, nice to meet you!"

"H-hey, Max, nice to meet you too," the rockruff stumbled out.

"Max, would you kindly take John for a tour around the camp and show him everything?" Luna asked.

With a jaunty full-body nod, the yamper yipped, "Sure! Sure! Where should I bring him once we're done?"

Glancing at the sun, the absol assessed, "To be honest, it's already so late that you two won't be doing anything else today. You may lead him to my cabin, or let him stay at your place for the night, whatever you prefer."

"Of course, Ma'am!" Max said, standing at attention for a second before he turned to John, bouncing around him. "Come, let's have a look around!"

"Okay!" John responded, his tail rising up and wagging again as the yamper's excitement rubbed off on him. "Lead the way." 

Over the coming hour, the two males wandered up and down the campsite as Max explained the purpose of all the various buildings to the rockruff. Some of them were huge storage halls with spacious underground basements, stockpiling food for the camp's inhabitants, tools of wood and iron, precious trade goods, gems, cloth, and incense, whereas others served as barracks for the workers and explorers. There was one large medical tent on each side beside the gate, as well as customs posts as the site doubled as a toll gate, and a section for crafts and trades where, among others, smiths, weavers, seed cultivators, and potters crafted and repaired the various utensils an exploration team might use. And should the weather swing, an assortment of tents in the camp's center provided shelter, entertainment, and food around enclosed hearths, and another few tents with colorful, ornately decorated tarps served as Luna's home and base of operations.

With so many sights to see, so many scents to investigate, and so many pokemon passing by, John spent most of his time in wide-eyed awe, his head swiveling from side to side as he followed his big-bottomed guide mostly out of the corner of his eye. That all changed, however, when they reached one of the cliff faces and stepped onto the rickety scaffolding that led up to the hideouts in the rock. Embraced by guard rails wattled from willow branches and broad planks, the slight shaking and creaking in the winds and under the colossal weight of his nuts worried the rockruff so much that he began to watch his step, and since he was now looking straight ahead, he could no longer escape the sight of Max's voluptuous rump as it literally filled his entire view.

Swinging and shaking, bouncing and bobbing at every step, the yamper's bubble butt was in no way inferior to Sonia's beautiful bottom, and it entranced John even more than back at the campfire. Not only because he walked just a few steps behind his gorgeous derrière, gawking at that cute, heart-shaped white butt fluff, that merrily wagging tail, and those cute, jiggling nuts, but also because of the hefty, meaty clap that sounded every time Max's massive cheeks slapped together, and because of the titillating mix of heady male musk and perfume that emanated from the electric type, who smelled like he had bathed in a blooming flower meadow.

Each second, each clap, and each huff distracted the rockruff a little more, and he became acutely aware of the fact that he had been dragging his sensitive sheath and sack across the ground all day. The stimulation was finally getting to him and muddied his head with desire, but somehow he still retained the alertness to stop and sit down every time Max turned around to explain something, nodding and smiling even if he hardly managed to pay attention to the guide's words. Only when the yamper cocked his head, repeating himself with an increasingly questioning tone, John snapped out of his trance and perked up his ears. "H-huh, I'm sorry, could you say that again?"

"Sure! What I was saying… I was wondering if we should head to the other side now and just call it a day because the sun is getting low," Max said, pointing his fuzzy paw at the top of the opposite cliff. "And if you want, you can stay the night at my place, which is just up there. So you don't have to head through the camp in the dark."

"Oh? I was getting a little tired from walking around all day anyway, so yes, that's a lovely idea."

"Good! Let's go and head down, then," the yamper nodded. "Also, you wanna take the lead before the sun goes down completely? Because the view of the valley is beautiful and so much better without my big butt in the way."

"You think so? Because I'm sure your butt is just as lovely as the view," John replied, only to bite his tongue. Had he really just said that? "…I mean, that's a great idea."

Max took the rockruff's slip-up with a giggle, not questioning his opinion on his rump any further when he followed him down the planks and scaffolding, and for what it was worth, he hadn't overstated the view. As the setting sun immersed the skies in ever-deeper hues of orange, the lands and waters that sprawled beyond the campsite's walls and before John's eyes gained something mythical. Reflecting the fading sunlight, the myriad meandering streams and the vast ocean surface glittered with golden sparkles while the city glowed up by innumerable lanterns, and where the wild woods and meadows darkened as much as the skies, ever more specks and dots of light from the smaller settlements and lone cottages decorated the landscape like the stars rising high above.

For now, the enchanting view also distracted John from his pesky arousal, and when they finally reached the foot of the cliff, he felt surprisingly relaxed and satisfied, but also all the more worn and tired from the day as the exhaustion was soaking into his body like the rising darkness. Turning around to Max, he suggested, "Hey, how about we… eeep!"

Unprepared for the rockruff's sudden halt, the yamper ran right into his side with a dreamy look on his muzzle before the impact sent him reeling back with his ears pinned back and a stunned yelp. "Oh, sorry! Sorry! I wasn't looking! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," John chuckled. "Getting tired too?"

"H-huh? Y-yes, veeeeery tired," the yamper yawned. "Anyway, I hope you liked the view."

"Yes, it was every bit as stunning as you said it would be."

"Good! Now come, let's get to my place before it gets even darker," Max urged and dashed past the rockruff to take the lead again.

By now, the camp was lit by as many lights and lanterns as the city at the foot of the mountain, dousing the trails and tents in warm flickers. It also didn't make the shake and swings of the big-bottomed yamper any less intriguing as he guided John forward, the interplay of light and darkness across his ample buttocks adding something magical to their restless dance and clapping. Suffice it to say, when they reached the top of the other cliff and entered Max's home in the rock wall, his arousal had returned with a vengeance and left him hot, huffing, and with a crimson tip peeking from his giant sheath.

Of course, the rockruff could hardly conceal his swelling endowment, even if little more than a sliver was poking out so far. It was still more than enough to leave Max slack-yawed and wide-eyed when he eventually turned around and noticed it. For a fleeting second, at least, before the yamper averted his eyes and mustered an abashed smile, "S-sorry, I didn't mean to look."

"Oh, don't worry, I don't mind. It's not the first time it happened," John chuckled and winked at the flustered male. "So you like what you're seeing?"

"Uhhh, ummm, well… it's pretty big," Max stammered, tippy-tapping his forepaws onto the ground. "It's nothing you get to see every day, and… honestly, it's fascinating to look at."

"And this is not even all of it. You won't believe how big it gets once I get fully erect. It's almost uncomfortably big at times," John said and swung his hips a bit, his lipstick tip pulsing and twitching at the attention. For the moment, though, it luckily didn't grow any larger.

The teasing sway was still enough to make the yamper's jaw drop again, and a strand of drool hung from his muzzle as he stared at the rockruff's sheath, no doubt trying to imagine how big it could get.

"Also, you can have a feel if you want."

"W-what? O-oh, n-no, thanks!" Max squeaked, hastily looking away again while his lightning tail wagged in a whirl. "A-actually, I'm not even into guys. It's just… so big and fluffy."

"Oh? I see. That's fine by me. But should you ever change your mind, the offer stands," John grinned. "Anyway, this is your place? It's pretty cozy."

"T-thanks a lot, I'm glad you like it," the yamper replied, taking the opportunity to give the rockruff the quickest tour of his abode. "My toys and puzzles are here." He pointed to a few cabinets at the wall, next to them a small rug littered with wooden puzzle pieces and a half-finished puzzle of the Rainbow Falls Guild's tower. Then, he turned around and gestured at his bed in a recess in the wall. "And I sleep there."

Max's sleeping spot was little more than a wooden frame around a mattress and a few worn, berry-shaped pillows below the room's only window, but it nevertheless made John's eyes sparkle. "Oh yes, this looks lovely. I hope you don't mind sharing your bed for the night?"

"No, not at all! I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't have a place for you to rest, and also, this bed is big enough for a sawsbuck, so it's more than big enough for the two of us."

"That's true. And which side do you usually sleep on?"

"Always farthest away from the window, so I can watch the stars when I look up."

"Okay, that works for me," John chuckled, and without wasting another second, he climbed into the flower-scented bed and settled right below the window, lying on his back to let his junk dangle freely with a blissful sigh. After lugging and dragging it around all day, this was the best relief he could've asked for. "Thanks a lot for the tour and for letting me stay here, Max. You're a pal." And as he closed his eyes, it only took another minute before he dozed off, not even noticing when the yamper joined him on the other side of the bed.

It was still dark outside, the light of the waxing moon shining through the window as Max woke up with a sleepy groan, his body blazing hot and his fur a sweaty, tousled mess as if he had been lying under a dozen blankets, his heart pounding in his chest from a marathon he didn't remember running. The room around him was nothing but hazy shadows, and every breath took effort, as the air was thick and heavy with a strangely familiar scent, making his drowsy mind spin and reel. Not to mention that his own heartbeat was booming in his ears, thu-thumping to a low, powerful beat, and liquid was splashing and pattering beside him as if it was pouring outside and he had forgotten to close the door properly.

With a sigh, the yamper rolled over to check out where that leak was coming from, only to flinch when a huge, dark shadow moved in the corner of his eye. He would've squeaked if he hadn't just remembered that he was sharing his sleeping spot with John, and he was about to ask him why he was moving about in the middle of the night when he realized that the rockruff wasn't awake. No, lying on his back, the other male's eyes were tightly shut and his muzzle slightly ajar as he was gently snoring away with his tongue out, all the while his cock protruded from his sheath, fully erect and lazily jumping to his heartbeat.

John certainly hadn't been exaggerating his size yesterday. He was bigger than Max could've ever imagined. His giant, veiny cock was as thick as a tree trunk and reached all the way across the bed, the tapered tip rubbing against the back wall with every throb. Not only did this explain that strange shifting shadow, but it also revealed where the heavy thumping and splashing had come from. It hadn't been the sounds of his own heart or the rain, but the result of several feet of fat, swollen fuck meat slapping against the ceiling, squirting and leaking hot, sticky pre all over his mattress.

Frozen in awe, the yamper continued to ogle his guest's hyper-sized schlong. His eyes restlessly darted up and down that ginormous breeding rod, tracing its vast network of veins and swollen curves while he struggled to wrap his head around its sheer size and strength. All the while, his lungs were flooded with more of the rockruff's potent musk at every breath, his entire bed and home reeking of the born breeder while the intense pheromones stoked an unfamiliar heat inside him, a tiny pink tip already peeking from his sheath. It was nothing compared to John's gargantuan cock sleeve, though, which easily reached beyond the male's forelegs and got Max drooling and huffing with lust.

He still wasn't into males, the yamper hastily reassured himself, clenching his paws and whining as he looked at the rockruff's balls. Draped across his tail and hemmed by his stubby, muscular hindlegs, each of the bloated, furry orbs was larger than his entire head, and he wasn't sure if it was the twilit darkness or his own drowsiness meddling with his perception, but he could've sworn that John's nuts hadn't been this big when he had followed him yesterday. Which he had only done to grant his guest the best view of the valley, of course. Not because the sight of the rockruff's massive balls and sheath had stirred a powerful tingle in Max's loins or anything…

While the yamper struggled with all his new, confusing feelings, his body swiftly made up its mind about the situation. Subjected to the scent and aura of a male a thousand times more potent than himself, the rest of his rosy taper slipped out of his snug sheath, measuring barely just a paw's breadth where his guest's cock surpassed the mightiest stallions. He wasn't even sure how John managed to handle an erection like that, but he didn't dare wake him from his slumber to ask. It was bad enough that one of them lay awake in the dead of night, and pumped on hormones, it didn't seem like he would manage to fall asleep any time soon.

Instead, Max hesitantly indulged his curiosity about his guest's endowments, slowly shuffling closer with his nose twitching as he sampled more of the other male's aroma. There was something addictive about John's musk, and it only became more intoxicating, more rich and varied, more diverting the closer he moved as the swirling, indistinct blur of scents split into innumerable facets. Soon within inches of the rockruff's throbbing giant taper, his tail was wagging up a storm and his own cock dribbled pre onto the mattress as he committed every aspect of that powerful scent to his deepest memories.

The yamper remained cautious not to accidentally touch the other male's rod, though, which was easier said than done, given that it was bigger than him and jolting up and down by several inches at each throb. Yet, occasional glances at John's face confirmed that he was still fast asleep, not noticing a thing while a guilty thrill rushed through Max. No matter how much he told himself that he was just getting to know the rockruff better, he was way beyond a casual, curious sniff as he huffed his scent, drooling with his tongue lolling out as if it was sampling the most lavish and delicious dinner in the world. Not even his own stew could compare to this heavenly, mind-clouding smell, and part of him started musing about the actual flavors of John's cock as he distractedly sniffed his way along the pulsing length to its origin.

However, while Max had both eyes pinned on the hyper dong in front of him, he failed to notice that he was closer to the rockruff's sheath than expected until he bumped right into it with a soft smack, lining his lips with an imprint of John's juices. Recoiling with a subdued gasp, he reflexively licked his muzzle and tasted the very flavors he had just fantasized about. They were all and everything he could've hoped for and more. Rich and potent, salty and stimulating, the nectar of pre and sweat elicited a deep, throaty groan from the yamper before he could muffle himself, and his unfocused confusion about what he was doing to the sleeping rockruff merged into a singular desire. A desire for more, as it stopped mattering if he was into males or not. Right now, he knew beyond a doubt that he was into John, into his rank musk, his fat, veiny fuckmeat, his gargantuan cum barrels, and everything in between.

In short, Max wanted to huff, lick, slurp, and worship the rockruff, basking in an overflowing virility that could sire an army, but he couldn't just go ahead and do that, could he? Then again, hadn't John allowed him to touch his bits if he ever changed his mind? And hadn't he just changed his mind? Besides, the other male remained deep asleep, no matter how hard his cock slapped against the rocky ceiling, so would he even notice a single little paw or tongue?

There was only one way to find out.

Leaning back over the rim of the rockruff's sheath, the yamper raised his left forepaw and hovered it over the sweaty fluff. Curling his toes, throwing more glimpses at the gently snoring male, he hemmed and hawed for another moment before he gingerly placed his pad onto the giant furry sleeve. It was warm and soaked in sweat, soft yet firm inside and pulsing against his paw in a slow but immensely powerful rhythm that sent a surge of tingles down his spine at every throb, but while he breathlessly waited for a reaction to his caress, none would come beyond a random twitch in John's hind paws.

With his own heart pounding in his ears, Max swallowed nervously and began to glide his paw along the rockruff's sheath. He took his sweet time, spending an entire minute on the first inch before he grew confident enough to move it further, pressing his beans against the hot, sweaty fur a little harder as he moved it all the way down to the valley where the male's sheath met his gargantuan nuts. Lingering there for another moment, he savored the pulsing warmth in the crook before he returned his paw to the edge, stroking the other male's cock sleeve with gentle, but wide strokes.

All the while, the yamper was deeply immersed in John's musk, every huff and gasp shrouding his brain in a thicker layer of lust, and he soon salivated so much that he couldn't swallow it all, needily drooling onto the rockruff's sheath while the sleeping male neither woke from that nor the rubbing. No, his eyes stayed shut, even when Max finally lifted his paw off of his sheath to give it a sniff, and then a big, broad lick to sample another taste.

After working John's sheath for minutes, its aroma was much stronger and rawer than what he had tasted on his first accidental contact with it, and the addictive flavor immediately fueled his need for more, his need for the real thing. No more accidents, no more tasting by proxy, Max braced one paw against the rockruff's balls and lowered his muzzle, parting his lips and inching out his tongue with a breathy whimper. Closer and ever closer, not even an inch remained between the tip of his taster and the fur on the other male's sheath, and a heartbeat later, he finally pressed it against the sweaty cock sleeve, bathing his taste buds in the most delicious midnight treat.

The yamper moaned at the sudden explosion of flavors, and after his initial daze blew over, he started dragging it down to the crevice between John's sheath and balls. Drooling and huffing, he slathered every inch with slobber as he gorged himself on the exhilarating aromas, wiggling his tongue up and down to gather as much of it as he could until he returned to the snug spot between the rockruff's powerful hind legs. Originally, he had planned to move back up, working the sleeping male's sheath as with his paw, but there was something cozy and captivating about this place, enveloped by hot, sweaty flesh from all sides in the dip where all the pre and sweat, all the delicious flavors had accumulated overnight. All he had to do was open wide and slurp it up, so that's exactly what he did.

The moment Max succumbed fully to his cravings, his last doubts and reservations popped out of existence, and where his lust surged, his concerns about waking his sleeping partner faded. If anything, he was doing John a service by deep-cleaning his soaked, sweaty sheath with his diligent licks, and the fact he was taking advantage of the opportunity began to rile him up rather than giving him pause, making his adorable taper the stiffest and hardest it had been in his entire life. Not even the hottest, most voluptuous girls could compare to the riveting thrill of spit-washing and worshiping the cute, hyper-endowed male rockruff, and that realization wouldn't just stay with him forever, it also conjured a rapt smile on his muzzle as he dragged his tongue back and forth across the salty cleft.

By that point, the yamper was as hot and sweaty as his partner, bursting with bottomless lust and energy. His lightning tail was still waving fervently, and while his plump, round butt cheeks were at rest for the moment, his snug sack clenched as hard and frantically as his tight pink pucker. He didn't care that John was hung enough to compete with the stallions of the guild, as the fantasy of taking it up his ass, of getting tied and stuffed like a needy bitch in heat fueled his slurps into a frenzy, and it was a good thing he was nestled deep into the rockruff's crotch because his heated, increasingly incriminating moans got muffled by his fur.

In the lusty rush, Max's sense of time and space deteriorated to the point where seconds turned into minutes, and minutes became more minutes, maybe hours even? Only the fact that the moon and stars twinkled at him through the window confirmed that the morning was still far away, but not that he cared. He was too busy slurping and huffing John's bits to care about time rushing by, and he didn't pay much attention to the rest of his own body either as a growing tension spread throughout him, his cock pulsing and throbbing, leaking and drooling onto his thigh.

The yamper could've continued like this forever, but his own mounting arousal cut his ministrations short. First, his knot slipped out of his sheath from the relentless indulgence, the pulsing lump of swollen cock meat swiftly inflating in preparation for a knotting that wouldn't come, and then he reached the point of no return at the very next lick. Unleashing a heavy, throaty cry of joy into John's crotch, Max clenched his paws around the other male's sack and sheath and came all over the sheets, draping thin, milky ropes of seed across the fabric while his brain succumbed to a sparkling firework of bliss. Not having touched himself once, the intense, potent sweaty musk of the rockruff had been enough to make him pop, and that only broke the big-bottomed male harder, irrevocably burning the experience into the back of his mind while he nutted his brains out.

Without a proper tie, the celestial climax sadly didn't persist for long, but when Max recovered from his soaring high, his post-nut clarity only lasted long enough for him to look up and acknowledge that his orgasm hadn't stirred his sleeping partner. After that, his arousal returned with a vengeance, and his craving for more emboldened him to spread the love and explore the rest of John's sheath and cock.

With a low whine, the yamper extracted his head from between John's hindlegs and dragged his tongue up to the edge of his sweaty sheath above the rockruff's face, where it all had begun. He steadied the other male's pulsing rod with his foreleg, then he started lapping at the hot, furry rim, working his way around it as far as he could reach without climbing on top of John or accidentally licking him across the snout. Luckily, there was no need for that, as one side of the rockruff's sheath alone provided him with more than enough to play with, and he moved on to the smooth, veiny skin of his gargantuan crimson cock, washing it with his slobber in a vain attempt to handle the sheer amount of pre that came pouring down from the tip. No matter how much he slurped and gulped down the gooey, salty nectar, there was still more coming even if the biggest share ended up on his walls and mattress.

If his legs hadn't been so stubby and his neck so short, Max would have carried on to the very tip of his guest's taper to drink his pre from the tap. However, he couldn't even get halfway there, and when he accidentally smushed the rockruff's sheath against his muzzle, the subsequent grunt discouraged him from pressing on further than necessary. Instead, he returned to the edge of his sheath and slipped his tongue under the thick skin that enveloped John's dormant knot. Although, it wasn't as dormant as its owner anymore. The fur had begun to rise, a giant bulb swelling inside it that was large enough to knot the biggest mares and bitches of the guild.

Planting one paw onto the fuzzy tube, the yamper let out a lusty whimper as the knot fattened with powerful throbs and pulses, and any illusion that his actions wouldn't have any consequences was shattered. Even if John didn't wake from this, he was going to cum if he carried on, and who knew how much more of a mess his legendary breeding meat would spawn? On the other paw, his bed was already drenched in pre, and his room was going to smell like horny rockruff for the coming weeks anyway, so what did it ultimately matter?

That line of reasoning convinced the horny male, and he unceremoniously shoved his muzzle into John's sheath, wondering how much deeper he could go than what he had already explored with his tongue. As he quickly found out, a lot deeper as he managed to bury his entire snout beneath the hot, stretchy skin, and the reward was an assortment of scents and flavors more intense than anything he ever tasted, as this section was snugly tucked away and all those heavenly aromas had been able to stew like a fine wine in an oakwood barrel. Until now, when Max got hammered by all of them at once, and a few huffs and licks were enough to push him over the edge again. His hindlegs twitched and kicked out aimlessly as he spurted more thin ropes of cum across the sheets and his belly, and his brain got pounded into an even mushier, lustier pulp until no more thoughts remained.

Huffing, whining, slurping, and gulping down muzzleful after muzzleful of the rockruff's hot, salty juices, the yamper experienced the coming minutes in a deep, lusty trance. The only thing that broke the mindless cycle was his own orgasms, coming and going like the waves lapping at the ocean to flush his brain with fresh sparkles of pleasure, and they wouldn't cease even after his little nuts ran dry, his stubby taper still twitching and heaving as he went through yet another bout of otherworldly delight.

Max's treatment eventually got John huffing and groaning in his sleep, lazily twitching and curling his paws, but most importantly, it drew his knot from its tight confines. At first, it was only just a scarlet sliver, but every time the yamper brushed his tongue against it, dragging it from one side of the sheath to the other, more and more of the bulb pushed free, inch by inch peeling itself out until it reached the halfway mark. At that point, the rest popped out with a hot, meaty smack, taking the entranced electric male by surprise and knocking him over on his back.

Once more, Max was left in awe at the sheer size of the rockruff's endowments, as his knot was the fattest and most huggable one he had ever seen, but his stupor didn't last. The next time he came, he was going to cum together with John, and he rolled back onto his feet to give that giant bulb the tight hug and wet loving licks it deserved. Wrapping both forelegs around it, he pressed it closely against his chest and lavished it with his tongue, and while he would've loved nothing more than to straddle it and worship it with his whole body, the sleeping male's snorts kept his wildest desires in check.

Nevertheless, Max's ministrations got the rockruff's cum factories churning, a wet gurgling and sloshing announcing the imminent eruption, and he was getting close as well. Spreading his hindlegs, he pressed his stiff taper against the sheets and started humping the soaked fabric while he spit-washed John's knot in an accelerating flurry, going faster and ever faster the closer he was, until finally, he succumbed to his bliss for the umpteenth time.

Overwhelmed by his orgasm, the yamper suspended his loving, but it had still been enough to carry John over the edge because from one moment to the next, the languid pulsing of the rockruff's hyper cock made way for a much more forceful, violent flexing. His tip no longer just patted the ceiling but struck it with resounding blows as if it was trying to split the mountain in half. The sudden jump also loosened Max's shaky hold and hurled him backward, leaving him lying on his back, and with a perfect view of the tip to witness the coming eruption.

Thanks to the sheer length of John's cum rocket, the yamper's anticipation got another few seconds to grow as the other male's contracting muscles pumped his thick, gooey load up his bulging cum vein. But when it finally reached the tip, the next violent flex finally disgorged the first squirt of hot, musky cum with the force of a pent-up volcano, blasting a gush of creamy, milky white against the ceiling, only for the mess to come splashing back and raining down all over the bed and the two males inside it.

Already watching with an open muzzle, Max opened it even wider and stuck out his tongue to catch some of the flying droplets of cum. Not that he had to try hard, as he ended up with a full mouth from the first spurt alone, and as the potent, musky aroma of the other male's load smothered his taste buds, his orgasm flared up and he came even harder. The yamper had absolutely underestimated this gargantuan flood erupting from the rockruff's rod, but he was beyond caring, writhing and wagging his tail in utter bliss as his guest painted the ceiling, the walls, his entire home, and, most importantly, his eagerly presented snout and underside with his sticky semen.

Once the outburst blew over, this room wouldn't just smell like rockruff, it would smell like he had been gang-banged by a dozen of them throughout the night, reeking of sweat, musk, and cum, and so would he, as he literally bathed in John's jizz, whether he wanted or not. Tomorrow and for the coming weeks, everybody would be able to tell that he had been the male's cum rag, but that was something for future him to deal with. Right now, he was too busy getting soaked in delicious semen, gulping down as much as he could catch while the rest spilled over the edge of his bed and washed throughout his home.

For another minute, the torrents kept raging through the yamper's bedroom, then the mighty storm started to ebb, the tensing and flexing calming down as the uninterrupted flow broke up into squirts again, and Max's own orgasm neared its end as well. Before he let it fade entirely, however, he picked himself up and shuffled toward John's sheath to end it where it had begun. Hugging the rockruff's hot, and now utterly cum-soaked cock sleeve, he ardently slurped up the mess, swallowed it, and gulped it down in an ultimately vain attempt to clean even just a tiny fraction of the mess his guest had made. A mess that he had instigated, Max thought with a quiver. But as long as John had remained asleep, it might have just as well counted as a wet dream, and a cautious glance confirmed that, indeed, the other male was still soundly asleep in the shadow of his colossal knotted cock. At that, the yamper breathed a shaky sigh of relief and continued cleaning, but it wasn't long before his licks grew sluggish and the exhaustion caught up with him, eventually having him join John in his slumber, resting nice and cozily on his sheath.

After all that had happened during the night, it was only the first ray of the rising sun that managed to tickle John out of his sleep, announcing the dawn of a new day. Waking with a heavy groan, the rockruff drowsily clung to the fading strands of a blurry wet dream he had had, only to drop them altogether when he got distracted by the smell of cum and an odd weight and pressure all across his body. He opened his eyes a crack and was immediately greeted by the veiny red of his humongous morning wood, but as it rested against his sore forepaws, he couldn't help but wonder, "W-what happened? This is bigger and heavier than I remember." Tilting back his head, he followed his girth to the tip, watching it rub against the wall. "Yes, it is bigger. Also, oh… oh no… I…"

The moment the realization dropped that he hadn't just had a wet dream, but come in his sleep, a deep red blush shot onto John's cheeks, and as he turned his head from side to side, he learned that his output had gotten quite a boost as well. Wherever he looked, the walls and furniture were dripping with his cum, and the window had only escaped that same fate since it was far enough recessed in the wall. By extension, that also meant…

"Max?" John asked cautiously. "Max, are you awake?"

There came no response, and from what he could see of the yamper's plump backside from the corner of his eye, it was just as soaked in his cum as everything else around. At least, the mishap didn't seem to have disrupted the other male's sleep because he probably would've woken him up and complained to him about the mess he had made. Not that John could do much about it. He was just as surprised about his own body's shenanigans, and he definitely looked forward to what Sonia's reaction to it would be. However, while he was still sleepy and erect with a cock as big as this, he didn't really feel like getting up and walking halfway across the camp, so he closed his eyes again and drifted back off to sleep, hoping it would go down naturally by the time Max woke up. Then, everybody else should be awake too, and they would be able to handle all of this properly.