A soft knock came from Krystal's office door, and she lifted her head up quickly, her large bust jiggling slightly from the movement, having been well away in her own thoughts and not noticing the figure standing there. It was her boss, who smiled at her warmly. She smiled back, and gently gestured with a paw for him to come in, although her arm accidentally lifted up one of her breasts at the same time. He entered the room briskly and shut the door behind him. 

"Sorry Krystal, did I startle you?" he chuckled a little, taking a seat opposite her desk. He kept his eyes locked on hers, rather than staring at her chest, like most of the visitors to her office. It wasn't Krystals fault that the office-required clothing of a thin white shirt barely kept her breasts in check. Whoever implemented the clothing policy obviously never encounted any female with a bust size larger than a few cups. How her buttons even held her bust inside her shirt was quite the mystery. Her tail twitched a little in embarassment, but she answered truthfully. "A little, yes. I was a  bit.. occupied with my thoughts, that's all. How can I help you, sir?" she responded, clasping both her paws together and pulling herself slightly further under her desk, making it obvious she was paying attention. Unfortunately, this movement caused further jiggling, but her boss still didn't stare at her tits, despite the fact they were almost entirely showing, her shirt showing around 85 percent cleavage - rather than doing it's job of covering her up.

"Well.." he began, but trailed off, looking a little vacant as he obviously tried to find his words. She'd never seen him struggle to find words before, her boss was always full of energy and had an incredibly sharp mind on him. Krystal really liked her boss, a tall hyena with incredible soft looking fur.. but she  chased those thoughts away, that was not appropriate at all, especially as he respected her so much to not be an absolute pervert. She'd heard stories from her friends about bosses always wanting "favours" for a small raise, or to cover for arriving late to work. Her boss had never been like that. He'd never slapped her ass as she walked by, never grabbed her tits in the breakroom... he was a real gentlemen, something that was apparently quite rare nowadays. Her boss looked behind him at the door, verifying it was shut..

"Well, Krystal, I suppose I should start by apologising. I know you took this job to get away from field work after what happened.. what happened to Fox. I know, and I'm sorry. You've done exceptionally well here and I'm so proud to have you working under me. Seriously. But.. well, lets just say some orders came from.. up top. The high rankers. Military branch..."

Krystal's heart plummeted a little, and fur felt electric. Her breathing increased, and she just had to cut in... "They don't want me back on pilot duty, do they? They know why... why I can't do that again. What happened to me, and to Fox.. I know they said he's dead, but.. I just.. I.."

"Krystal, stop. I know how you feel. Command don't want you back on pilot duty, so.. don't worry about that. But they do want you for one task, a task that does not involve you going back out into space or anything of the sort. In fact the task is on this planet, here. It's just... it's a very sensitive and secret topic, okay? Can you promise me that you'll keep this confidential? If this leaks, both our heads will be on the chopping block. Do you understand?"

Krystal paused, her breathing remaining a little higher. Her tail-tip twitched and she tried searching her boss's eyes for any glimmer of amusement, trying to figure out if he was serious. Her maw unclenched for a moment and she took another breath, and nodded. "Y-yeah, sure... you know you can trust me. I've been on confidential missions before. I'm guessing I still have my clearance for most topics, right? Is that why command has assigned me.. whatever this'll be?"

Her boss shook his head a little, leaning closer to her. "No, that's not the reason. You were identified as being the most likely person to complete this mission successfully. You know I don't have all the facts from command's egg-head center, where all those scientists get up to who knows what. But they've developed some sort of "risk assessment manager" utilizing some form of sentient artificial intelligence. It's out of my pay-grade and my intellectual knowledge, but what I DO know is that this AI has performed exceptionally well in assigning the right personnel for the job, each and every time it was used. This AI has identified you for this mission, so.. orders came down."

Krystal stared a little longer, her brain whirring away inside her skull. Her body temperature was returning to normal, her breathing steadying, although having her boss  get closer to her like that was really setting off a few thoughts that shouldn't be here at the moment.. "I see you changed task to mission. I'm guessing that means it's importance level is.. bigger. Are you going to tell me what.. what I've been selected for? And can I refuse?" she asked, cocking her head slightly as she maintained eye contact.

"Well.." her boss started, a slight frown entering his muzzle. "I don't.. I don't think you can. I don't actually know, that wasn't discussed. I am, however, allowed to relay some things to you. First I'll have to ask a question, though.. do you have any knowledge of Project Cerberus?" 

Silence hung in the air for a moment as he delivered the question.

"No.. no, I've never heard of that. Is that just a codename for the project or does it actually.. no, sorry, scratch that. That's a stupid question. The Cerberus is only a myth, always has been for as long as.. well, history. Sorry, sir. But no, I don't know anything about it." she answered, her fur twitching gently in embarassment as she answered. Silly girl.. she knows that they aren't real, why did she even bother trying to ask-

"Well. " Her boss began, and he again looked behind him at the door.. "Well.. it turns out, they are real. Now, hold your tongue for a moment Krystal, I know that's.. quite a shock. But they aren't real in the sense of.. an actual live Cerberus  from myth. From what I was told, the science-geeks in some sort of genetic research and development team created a new one, entirely from scratch. I don't know how, I don't think command knows either, but point is: It happened. You know all those fairy tales and myths that you grew up reading? Well, command takes them more seriously, and they have an incredibly large amount of research and reading material that the general populace will never, ever see. So, with all this new material, those genetic therapy research guys constructed an entirely new Cerberus, for.. well, to use for war as I'm sure you can imagine". 

Krystal stared in shock. That was.. just.. just..

"Wow." Is all she could say. And she meant it. That was just.. a bombshell to her entire knowledge of ancient creatures. And she'd spent a lot of her cubhood studying and reading all about all manner of old, ancient and extinct creatures. For her to know that there was.. so much more to be found, yet hidden away.. and the fact that such a creature was reconstructed! It completely defied belief, but believe it she must..

"I.. I'm just, blown away. Wow. T-thank you for telling me sir but.. what does that have to do with my task.. or mission..?" she asked, her whole body rigid as she stared right into his eyes, entirely captivated by the story.

"Well.." he began again, opening and closing his maw to try and find words for what he has to deliver.. "They did all sorts of tests on it, tried to train it, tame it, all that stuff. And most of it worked. But, eventually, it broke free. Yesterday in fact. Now, you don't need to worry entirely as it was pretty quickly contained again. But it's not.. subdued. And command want it back under their reigns, as I'm sure you can imagine. Basically, they trapped it in one of those experimental bio-domes, but it's still technically able to roam free while inside the dome. Your mission is to.. well, subdue it. Now  I know you might ask why you, and.. ugh, okay, I'm sorry but I feel so bad to tell you this... but you need to subdue it... sexually."

A much longer pause filled the air. It went on for quite a while, until her boss cleared his throat and carried on, when it became clear that Krystal was not going to respond.

"Okay, okay, some more.. explanation is needed. Sorry. I'm so sorry to have to ask this of you, Krystal. So those scientist egg-head guys created this.. thing. And they created it for war. And, you know that Cerberus's were pretty much unkillable and all that in known myth. So of course, this artifically created one is too. It's strong, fast, powerful and pretty damn near indestructable, from what I've been told. A perfect weapon. Of course, both command and the science guys realised that if you created the most powerful weapon in the universe, especially one that's alive, without giving yourself some means to control it or giving it an unknown weakness that no enemy could guess, then it would likely turn on you and destroy you. So... long story short, they gave it a weakness. The beast is exceptionally horny and will attempt to fuck any female it comes across. Right now, command keep it in line with a steady line of females to placate it, however they're currently trapped in the facility that the beast broke free from. So.. orders came down, and you were selected to try and.. subdue it."

Krystals maw had steadily been dropping open, and she suddenly realised and closed it  fast, before she started drooling on the table. Oh my god. Silence again filled the room. It danced between the pair, seemingly endless.. 

"I.. do I even get a choice, here? Do I get.. paid?" she squeaked out. Her voice was quiet and scared, and her boss could see the look of dread across her muzzle. Well, at least there was some good news.. "Yes. You'll be rewarded exceptionally well for this.. mission. As for the choice.. I mean, well, I guess technically you could decline, but.. I think it was pretty clear to me that you shouldn't. You have some time to think about it, if you want."

Krystal stared at him for a moment before her maw opened again. A sudden warmth rushed through her chest as a thought sparked in her head. "I'll do it. With one extra condition. I'll do this, IF command re-open the investigation into Fox's dissappearance. He's NOT dead and I know it, so if they want this done, they'll find him."

Her boss looked back at her with empathy and sadness reflected in his eyes. He wasn't a bad guy. He always knew how much that.. situation.. shook her up. How much she longed for him. Missed him. Prayed for him. He cared about her.  "Well, Krystal.. I'm just the messenger here, but I'm sure you could ask-"

He was suddenly cut off as the door behind him opened. Krystal looked up as her boss turned around, with a nervous look on his muzzle incase someone had overheard. Standing in the doorway were two suited individuals, features obscured by extremely large, dark sunglasses. Your typical "Wolf in Black". Of course, their species couldn't be identified, but the moniker kept anyway. They had "official" and "important" written all over them as they entered, and shut the door behind them. They made their way to Krystal's desk, standing either side of her and leaned down, placing a piece of paper on the desk. Krystal tried to recoil her head away from the pair a little, because both of them sported large bulges in their pants. She watched with a mixture of wariness and disgust as those bulges throbbed away happily, twitching in their pants. Ugh..

"Your request will be approved, if you sign this and come with us immediately. You will complete your task, and we will complete ours. Deal?" came the voice of one. They both stared directly at Krystal in a very unnerving manner. Her boss looked at her and silently gave a thumbs-up, his eyes darting between her and the crotches of the two suited individuals. 

Krystal looked up at the pair, trying to find their eyes through the heavy lenses. She couldn't. They appeared to be looking back at her, before she realised that the lenses of their glasses weren't aimed at her eyes, rather they were aiming straight at her tits. No wonder the pair were sporting such hard ons. 
She grabbed the paper and a pen from her desk looking back up at the two. "You two aren't gonna make me suck you off or anything if I sign this, right? Because you are not hiding those fucking boners from me." she let out with a surprising amount of force in her tone. The pair slightly shifted their heads, making it clear to Krystal that they were now actually looking at her, rather than her tits.

"No, nothing of the sort will happen. You will be escorted by us to a waiting helicopter, where you will be briefed and transported by members of the homeland security devision. Our job ends the moment we get you there. Now please, sign."

Krystal stared back at them for a moment, before taking off the pens lid and scribbling her signature.

"Deal."

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That conversation had been running through Krystal's head for a while now. She'd been doubting herself a lot. Had she made the right decision? Could she have refused, and not subjected herself to.. whatever was about to happen? The helicopter juddered a little and she clasped her paws down on her seat. Beside her sat two armed guards, with another two seated in front of her. She could see the pilot and co-pilot, and the co-pilot raised his paw with a singer finger extended. Almost there.

She must have made the right  decision. Sure, it's a horribly humiliating and likely traumatic one. But it's for a good cause. Keeping the militaries... pet.. contained, so it doesn't go off and cause an untold amount of chaos and destruction. But most of all.. doing this? She's doing this for Fox. She holds that thought close to her heart. Trying to fill her mind with it. Fox. Fox. She'd doing this for Fox. She knows he's out there. She knows he's somewhere, that he's alive. Truly alive. She would know if he wasn't. Krystal had a gift for these things. She always had. She'd feel it if Fox had died, no matter how far apart they were. 

She knew he was alive.

A paw started tapping her shoulder, and she realised that her eyes had closed. Light streamed into her pupils as she looked around. The helicopter had landed, and the troops were staring at her. They weren't allowed to accompany her. Too dangerous, command said. This was a solo operation. Krystal nodded at them and unclasped herself from the helicopter straps, and tentatively took her first few steps out into the field they'd landed on. The grass was warm and comfy under-paw. She turned around and the helicopters blades began to spin up again, beating the grass below with each rotation. One of the soldiers took out a large whistle from his pocket, and took a deep breath before blowing on it hard. Krystals ears twitched like she could hear it, but her brain wasn't able to. The whistle broadcast a sound beyond her range of hearing... but was extremely loud and noticeable to the creature she was here to pacify. 

The helicopter began to ascend quickly, and flew over Krystals head and off over some trees. She followed its progress with her eyes, until it became a tiny dot in the distance, before vanishing from her vision entirely. She was all alone, waiting. She scanned the treeline and the field in front of her. She'd been told a little about the Cerberus she was here to capture. How large it was. Likely in an attempt to prepare her, but really she just felt... nervous. She'd been reassured that it wouldn't attempt to harm her, not at all. It wasn't designed for that. It was designed to harm males, and to.. procreate... with females. She shuddered a little at that thought. 

She stared off into the distance for a minute or so. Waiting. Surely she'd hear the thing before she could see it, right? Or was it so massive that it was visible before the sound reached her ears? She had absolutely no clue on that. All she could do was wait until it appear-

She jumped in fright. A large drop of... something had just landed in front of her, splashing her ankles with it. It looked like.. saliva? She felt a shudder spread up her back as she slowly turned around. Her eyes grew wide as something came into view from her peripheral vision, growing larger and larger as she turned. Whatever it was, it was circular... and coated in a dark red coat of fur. It twitched. She backed up a little bit as her head began to raise upwards. Two large, circular objects filled her vision.. but what was more pressing was the impossibly large cocks that were pulsating above her head. She knew a Cerberus had three heads, but.. she never knew it had three cocks, too. 

Each of those massive shafts was almost twice the size of her body, and she gulped in nerves as she watched them twitching.. pulsating... throbbing. They looked so powerful, so strong, so.. needy. She could see every vein inside those gargantuan fuck-rods, and they throbbed idly in the open air. Their tips were drooling pre-cum, dropping onto the floor, and she realised with a start that it wasn't saliva that had dropped in front of her. Her eyes lowered a little to the base of each cock, eyes widening at the sheer size of each knot there. Good... good lord. She realized what the two orbs she had seen first were, and suddenly realised there was a third there, too! They were taller than her, and looked so full.. they twitched and pulsed inside, and she gulped as she imagined just how much cum those massive tanks could produce. Her body began to quiver, her legs trembling and thighs squeezing together, as the crotch of her suit began to grow damp..

Her brain kickstarted for a moment and the first thought she had was wondering how the hell this massive beast had crept up behind her. It was.. an absolute giant, surely it would make an incredibly loud amount of sound when it moved. Her ears twitched and she could hear his balls gurgling a little, sloshing all it's breeder-juice around in there. Well, at least it produced some sound. But.. how, how had it gotten behind her? She pondered for just a moment as the cocks dribbled more pre-cum around her.. and she just had to settle for the fact that this... thing... was created as a weapon. So it likely had some help in being silent. Her second thought was more about herself... that being, why the hell was she so attracted to this thing? She became acutely aware of how much moisture was dampening her suit, how lubed up her pussy was becoming, how stiff her nipples were, how weak her knees felt. It was like her body was already surrendering, even if her mind hadn't fully caught up yet.

She craned her head upwards, more and more of it's bulk coming into view. It was sat down, balls resting on the floor, cocks pulsing in the air, and she realized that both it's front-paws were placed either side of her. Moving her gaze further up, she came to it's shoulders... it's neck... before all three heads came into view. And they were all looking at her. Their red eyes gleaming as they stared at her, taking her in. Once her gaze met theirs, or it's.. all three cocks seemed to grow in size even further, and they certainly pumped out a lot more precum at that. How should Krystal even refer to this beast? Is it considered three living beings in one? Or just a singular entity? She didn't know, and she certainly wasn't in the position to ask. 

The beast growled at her, and all three heads began to lower towards her, sniffing loudly as they took in her scent. The Cerberus's hips thrust forward slightly, and it suddenly laid back against the grass, spreading it's hind legs for her and having those fat, throbbing tri-cocks lift up into the sky. They looked as big as skyscrapers from Krystals point of view on the ground. They cast such long shadows over the ground, and Krystal didn't even know where to start. She knew what she had to do, but she had no idea how to do it. Seeing such a a large beast present itself in such a lewd way to her like that caused her paws to twitch closer to her cunt, and a finger idly ran across her soaked camel-toe. God, the effect of this beast on her.. her heart was pounding and she was filled with a deep heat that she couldn't shake.. 

Her gaze was transfixed on those immense meat-rods, throbbing and pulsating, dripping and drooling pre-cum everywhere. She shuddered at the thought of what would happen when it orgasmed. From the size of it, it could likely flood this entire area. How on earth  had the military kept this thing.. contained so far? She was jolted back to reality at another growl, and three of the heads lifted up to look at her again. It seems like the beast was getting impatient... and if she was honest with herself, she was too. Her pussy was screaming with need for this beast of lust...

Krystal gulped and tried to steel her nerves. She had a job to do, she would do it. She would do it for Fox. She would. She took a deep breath and strode over to the creature, right over to one of it's... utterly massive balls. The sheer shize of it just kept getting larger as she got closer. Finally, she moved her muzzle forward, and gave that fat cum-orb a warm, long kiss as her tongue dragged over its ball-flesh. The flesh against her lips was warm to touch, and she gently rested both paws on that ballsack too, giving it long rubs and gently squeezes. She felt the ball shudder, and the beast let out a breath from each of it's heads. 

She'd been told it's sensitivity was through the roof, to allow more.. normal sized women to tend to it. But even at this little touch, Krystal was amazed at the results. She saw it's legs that dwarfed her body begin to relax and lay on the grass. She smooched the same ball again, before moving onto the second and planting a kiss there. She looked up at the third ball, which was resting on top of the other two. The only way to reach it would be to try and climb one of the Cerberus's testicles. She got between two of them, and let her paws gently grip it's flesh as she hauled herself up. The beast let out a pant from that, and she felt both orbs quivering beneath her touch. So, that felt good at least. She hauled herself further and further up, before she came face-to-face with that massive third testicle. She took a deep breath, and planted her lips onto it, suckling gently and grinding her tongue against it nice and hard. She did her best to grind her body against its ball as her feet rubbed and stroked the two massive orbs below her.

To her surprise, it didn't taste all that bad. So that was good. She did notice a distinct absence of musk from this creature, which puzzled her. She was certainly not used to that. Additionally, that meant that the reaction her body was giving wasn't because of some over-powering musk scent that sent her into a heat-state. It meant that just the visual aspect was enough to make her this fucking horny. Even as she serviced the creature, she desperately wished she could stuff one or even all three of those massive fuckshafts into her cunt and let them violate her womb. She kissed and smooched that third ball, before leaning down and doing the same to both others. Once she'd finished and taken a breath, she looked up at the trio of cocks above her, watching them pulse and throb. It seemed to be more frequent now, and she could tell  the beast was enjoying her touch. She wondered whether she should stay here or not.. but quickly chose not to. She wanted this over with as soon as possible, to get this thing.. pacified.. and to get out of here. She knew enough about men to know that although ball-play was a lot of fun, what really felt good was giving attention to their cocks. So, there wasn't much doubt that this beast would feel the same way..

She looked up at those towering meat-sticks, and gulped. Sheesh. The power that  resonated off of them was immense, and the air around them was tingly and warm. Krystal did her best to remain calm, but her stomach was in knots. At least this  thing was relatively passive, because she was a girl. Although, from the sound of it, if this creature was activated in a proper war scenario, it would be very forceful with the females it found... thank goodness Krystal didn't need to experience that. She gave the third ball another smooch before grasping onto it and slowly ascending it. She could feel it pulse and twitch beneath her body, producing a whole lot of exceptionally virile sperm no doubt.. as she got closer to the top, she winced a little as her paws started becoming damp. Up here, all the precum had been leaking down and staining the ball-fluff, lubing up those massive shafts.

With a final heave, she made it up and rested for a moment. In front of her was likely the biggest knot in the universe. Three of them, in fact. It was almost hypnotizing, watching them throb and pulse in tune with the beasts heartbeat. She took a breath and threw herself at the closest knot, wrapping her arms around it as much as she could. She barely even made it a third around that bulbous breeding tool. She held on tight as she shuffled her feetpaws around the base of the great beasts knot, and firmly wedged herself between all three of those massive cocks.

At least now she wouldn't fall. It was... so warm in here. Sandwiching herself between these fat, throbbing knots meant that her body was being overwhelming by all this.. warmth. And it made the heat inside her so much worse. She felt like her entire body was burning up inside, even though her skin temperature was simply warm. At least it was pleasant and not burning her out of her hidey-hole. Krystal shook her head for a moment as she gathered up some motivation, and shoved her maw against the closest knot, dragging her tongue nice and hard over that warm flesh. She gave the same treatment to each knot in sequence, making sure to press her tongue nice and hard against these oversized breeder knots, gathering up the taste into her mouth before swallowing. It tasted... surprisingly good.

The Cerberus let out a low growl of pleasure, a sound that reverberated through Krystal's body and sent her heart fluttering. She'd had some experience with knotted partners before, and she knew that the knot itself was very sensitive, and an easy place to target. With this in mind, she gently began to wrap her arms as far around one of those knots as she could manage, before suddenly squeezing it as hard as she could! The Cerberus let out a little howl of delight, and Krystal was suddenly aware of a powerful surge from the knot in her grasp. She looked up just in time to catch all three tips as they unloaded a torrent of mythic semen into the air, with numerous powerful bursts. The sticky liquid shot up high into the air before gravity finally pulled back control, and it rained down like a brutal thunderstorm, coating Krystals body and the surrounding grassland in warm beastly seed. 

Krystal shivered as the warm spunk spattered across her body, and her legs nearly gave out from the taste. Her tongue was acting on it's own, gathering up all the seed that landed on her face and gulping it down. Her fur was damp, soggy and sticky from the beasts nut-juice, and she had a brief thought of wondering how long it would take to get out of her fur. Because the sudden realization had hit her: She had done it! She really had! She'd made this colossal living weapon orgasm, and now it should be able to be recaptured by the security team and transported back into.. wherever it was held. That still didn't make sense to her - where on earth where they keeping this thing?!

She gently began to lower herself back onto the beasts testicles, before taking a small leap onto the ground. Her legs were like jelly, her poor pussy absolutely aching for any sort of relief. Now that the job was done, Krystal couldn't wait to get somewhere private and finally get her release from this rampant lust she felt. Her pussy twitched at the thought of her experience, and she came to the shameful conclusion that she'd be using this memory as masturbation material for a long, long time. She shook her head and a few droplets of cum splattered onto the ground. No, it's not shameful, she only did her duty. She began walking away, looking around to see if the helicopter was making it's way back.

Unfortunately for her, Krystal was in quite the false sense of security. Did she really think that one simple orgasm would tide over such a large, horny creature? What good was a weapon of war that could be pacified with only a single act of lovemaking? Krystal didn't even have the chance to gasp as a large force knocked her onto her belly, pressing down on her back so that she couldn't get up. At least it didn't attempt to harm her, merely knock her down and pin her. A long, loud growl started to fill her ears, and her legs spasmed in unfortunate lust.. her pussy dripping with more arousal. Oh dear.

The beast wasn't finished with her.

The pressure on her back changed, and she felt large claws curl around her side, before she was rolled over onto her back. She squinted up at the sky, the sun blinding her a little, before it was suddenly blotted out by the large frame of the Cerberus. It's eyes bored into hers, and the intelligence she saw in there was... slightly frightening. She gulped, wondering what on earth it wanted.. maybe it just wanted some more love-making to it's cocks? She could do that, she could! As long as it.. let her up, that was. Her eyes went wide as one of it's large claws came into view, slowly pressing against the chest of her suit. Her breathing came faster as it kept pressing that sharp tip against her suit, before it was slowly dragged down her body, right to her crotch. 

This beast was tearing her suit off! She could see it now, how her suit had absolutely no defenses against such a powerful, sharp implement. The claw stopped, before suddenly yanking her suit almost entirely off of her body! A loud rip echoed through her ears as almost her entire suit was flung off, leaving only a few scraps on her back. Krystal's sizeable tits were released to the air, and her pussy was finally able to breathe in peace, freed from it's fabric prison. In fact, the pressure between her legs was only building, as the intent of the beast became clear.

It's massive triple-cock was hovering and twitching close to her cunt. Krystal could see it now that her gaze was ripped away from the eyes of the beast. Precum was oozing down those shafts, dribbling onto the ground, as one of the cocktips came so close to her fuckhole, that she could feel the heat coming off it. She began to quiver in extreme arousal, but also with fear. There was no way in hell that this beast would try to mate with her, right?! It was.. it had to understand that she was in no way big enough to fit any of it's massive cock into her. Even the very tip of it's cock was larger than the biggest one she'd taken before! 

But even as these thoughts raced through her head, the beast didn't stop. It's cocktip pressed against her waiting, delighted pussy. Feeling that powerful beast-cock against her aching cunt sent Krystal into a feverish delight, her legs unable to keep still as pleasure coursed through them. Every twitch, every throb, every pulse of the beast could be felt through it's cock. And then it began to push the very tip of its massive fuckrod into her slippery, lubed-up pussy. Krystal began to protest, but her voice turned into a cry of pure pleasure as an orgasm finally rushed through her, burning out her nerves in such a powerful bolt of pure, unfiltered lust. And of love. She screamed out her love into the air, and the beasts ears twitched in amusement. It began to rock its cocktip back and forth, entirely aware of the impossibility to fully mate with her.

But it was enough. Even with just the tip of it's oversized mountain cock, the pleasure was immense. Having it's lust and arousal levels be set so high, the beast was already on the edge of it's own orgasm just  from such a simple act. But it gritted it's teeth and thrust into her with as much delicate force as it could. Krystal couldn't keep her moans held in, groaning and whimpering into the air as her legs tried to wrap around the massive meatstick that was invading her. Thoughts of the mission had left her addled brain, instead replaced with a need. A need for this beasts seed.

A need that would very quickly be filled. As was her.

The beast above her growled and howled into the sky, as another torrent of warm love rushed from it's balls and burst from the tip of it's cock. Krystals womb had absolutely no defenses, being battered and bloated by a virile ocean of spunk. She let out a scream of delight as another orgasm ripped through her, pussy convulsing and clamping down on the tip of that beastcock. Cum spurted from her abused fuckhole as her belly filled, drooling around her body as the tip came free and started flooding her front with it's warm love, cum shooting into her face and turning her vision white. Not that Krystal cared much, at that moment. In fact, she didn't care at all. 

The only thoughts left was a desire for more. More, more and more. And more she would get. After all, a powerful biological super-weapon like that wouldn't be content with only two orgasms. Especially now that they had both found a much more enjoyable method.

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"Fox.. I can't overstate how incredible it is to have you back with us. Please, take a seat. You're a hero, you know? I bet you've seen the crowds outside already. It's just... wow.."

The interviewer sounded truthfully incredulous. Fox smiled at her, moving with difficulty over to the seat she gestured at, and sat down with a slight whimper. The new pair of trousers the rescue team had given him were close to bursting under the strain of his erection. Of course they only had a few sizes too small..

"I can hear you're in a lot of discomfort. I'm sorry, Fox. And I'm sorry again, because I need you to give a small statement about what happened to you... specifically your experience on the planet you were stranded on, for the record. I know you already went over this with the rescue team, but command need a formal statement for their records. I don't get it, personally, why can't they just use-"

"I get it, really. It's fine. But, if it's alright, I'd like to keep it short. I need to see someone." Fox cut her off, and she nodded, looking away bashfully. She gripped a pen and slid a clipboard with paper over to her, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Okay.. well, I was captured by a tribe of the planets residents almost immediately after I crashed. Fortunately, I was unharmed, as the arwings safety protocols are top-notch. My weapon, however, was toast. So, unarmed, I was quickly accosted by the warrior-types of the tribe. They bound my paws and took me to their camp. I quickly noted one thing: I hadn't seen a single male of their species. Speaking of, their species resembled the fox-types we have here, but their fur colours were very exotic. Pinks, purples, yellows. I haven't personally witnessed any of those colours here myself. I was thrown into a cage, and provided with food and water. Well, at the time I thought it was water, even though it was pink. Still, they gave me sustenance to keep me alive. After eating that meal, I was overcome with a sudden tiredness, and quickly fell asleep. When I woke up, I had been moved into some form of shelter, where another tribe member was doing some sort of.. ritual. This ritual involved my... sexual organs. I looked down and noticed some glowing tattoos that had been painted, as I believed, onto my balls.. or testicles, if you want it more formally."

"Slang terms are fine, balls, cock, whatever words suit you better Fox" the interviewer clarified, before motioning for him to continue.

"Right... okay. So, this ritual... I thought it was just some sort of weird thing they did to each other or to newcomers, or captives. At this time, I wasn't sure if I was a prisoner or not. The... mage, or whoever, seemed to finish their ritual and touched my cock with her paws. At this touch, I had an extremely powerful erection.. one that felt very, very sensitive. As of right now, this erection has not gone away. I'm guessing it's been roughly a year by now.. and it's still here. My year in captivity can be best described as a year of sexual torture. I was a plaything. A toy. And during that year, I never orgasmed a single time. I don't think I ever had a few minutes of downtime, where one of the tribe girls wasn't using my cock to pleasure themselves, or just to amuse  themselves. They would jerk me off, give me blowjobs, titjobs, thighjobs, assjobs.. all the fucking jobs you can think off. They would do erotic dances in front of me, give me lap dances, grind their stupid pussies over my face and force me to suckle on their clits.. and never once did I receive a single orgasm. Something.. just stopped it from happening. The tattoos on my balls were a constant glowing reminder of that. My sensitivity was increasing day on day, and it was agony. I was in a permanent state of desperate arousal. Every few days, they'd bathe my cock in some sort of.. I'm guessing, aphrodisiac. The painful pleasure was indescribable. I'm sure many may think this experience would be a dream, but it was the most hellish nightmare I can ever imagine. Being on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm for a year, a year of hellish blue-balls, a year of absolute agony mixed with overwhelming constant lust.. and it's still not stopping. Even now. Moving around, wearing clothes, even the touch of air on my cock is agonising and arousing. I can't cum, I can't cum at all. I can't even sleep. I'm so thankful that you're prescribing me those pills that keep my brain functioning despite the lack of sleep. Seriously, thank you. The tribe fed me something similar, too. Now, please, can I see Krystal?"

His statement over, the interviewer nodded and finished up her writing, before packing the clipboard away. She pulled out a small square from her pack - a holographic display cube.

"Unfortunately, Krystal isn't able to be visited right now. While you were gone, she was selected for a... confidential assignment. This assignment has had some.. unintended consequences. Here, see for yourself."

She placed the cube on the table between them and tapped it. The cube lit up, before projecting it's contents into the air. Fox's heart plummeted, his skin growing cold, his erection painfully throbbing and twitching...

What he saw, was a very pregnant Krystal. Her belly was so large, and she didn't even seem to notice. She was laying on a bed of sorts, her face nuzzled up against the largest cock Fox had ever seen. She was idly licking the dribbling precum that coated the cocks shaft, and his eyes quickly darted to the other end of the screen as a small three-headed wolf-like creature entered the frame. At that, the holograph ended.

"I.. w-w.. what..." he began to stammer, unable to find words. The interviewer held up her paw for silence.

"I'm sorry, Fox. I know you two had a relationship.. but after Krystals assignment, and it's consequences, she has now permanently been placed with.. well, I can't tell you exactly. It's classified. For your information, however, she has had four successful pregnancies with litters from the... sorry, classified again. She has, in effect, been turned into a broodmother. But don't worry, she doesn't want to leave at all. In fact, she said and I quote: "This is the best day of my life". That's when she was told she would be moving in with the-.. classified. Sorry. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Fox stared at her for a moment, all manner of thoughts racing around his mind. Some he tried in vain to fight off, before they started dominating the forefront of his brain. His pants felt like they were close to breaking at any moment, his erection so painful and powerful, throbbing and pulsating in time with his elevated heartbeat. He'd never felt this... close before. For an unimaginable length of time in his blue-balled torture, he'd never once gotten this close to an orgasm. Yet seeing this holograph.. it.. the effects of it...

"Is.. is there any other... videos? Or images?" the question finally leaked out of his mouth, yet his eyes were full of sadness. The interviewer looked him over, cocking her head a little in surprise, before carefully selecting her words...

"There is. I can give you limited access for... maybe half an hour? I'll unlock the rest for you, and I'll leave the room. But be warned, Fox, if you record or transmit this data at all, there will be severe consequences for you."

She reached out and grabbed the holo-cube, tapping at it with her pawtips. She set it down and a menu flashed up into the air above. She scraped her chair back across the ground and got up, patting Fox's shoulder as she passed him. "Enjoy" she stated calmly, before continuing: "You have half an hour until the clock strikes 4 and I return." She made her way to the door, exiting and closing it behind her.

Fox rushed to get through as much as he could, yanking his pants down and letting his painful erection finally get free. He did his best to navigate through the menu of the holo-cube, selecting the images first. Hundreds upon hundreds met his eyes. Krystal, the love of his life, enslaved by a massive triple cock of some manner of giant beast. Her body twisting every which way to accommodate those massive breeding rods. Her body coated in layer upon layer of thick, sticky cum. Her belly bloated with either cum or puppies, he couldn't tell. Speaking of puppies - numerous images of her nursing some triple-headed puppies could be found, her tits growing to double the size with milk. And still the oversized meat-sticks towered over her, oozing precum onto her face that she gobbled up with absolute need and desire. 

Fox moved to the video section, and was greeted with hours upon hours of footage just the same. He suddenly realized that his paws had been jerking off his blue-balled shaft the entire time, and the feeling of pleasure inside him was growing exponentially. His cock danced and throbbed in the open air, his musk filling the room. He was sure of it - he could cum. He could. He just had to keep going, revelling in the embarassing pleasure of watching his love be ravaged like this, degraded and turned into a breeding slave. No, not a slave... a breeding toy. The look on her face showed all he needed to know. He would never see her again - by her very own wishes. She would never, ever leave.

The ticking of a clock suddenly hit his ears. He looked up - one minute left until the clock struck a new hour. How long had he been here, jerking his cock to videos and pictures of his love being bred like this.. making him a cuck?

He tried to remember, and all he could think of was some of his interviewers final words: "You have half an hour".

He gripped his cock in his paws, returned to the videos, and began to jerk off like his life depended on him. He may never, ever get the chance to cum again - if he even could. He'd never been this close before, so he had to try...

And the clock ticked down the seconds...