The next day was a mess, however. No matter how many times he got off, Tinker wasn't able to sate his new, strong, addicting arousal. Ever since the timberwolf encounter, Tinker's boner had refused to go down. No matter what, he couldn't get his erection to soften, yet it was already "soft" in a way. His cock was much larger than normal, as well as his balls, but it was also somewhat squishy, stretchy enough that he was able to fit a few of his toys inside of his cock.

The odd squishiness of his cock brought with it intense pleasure however, because Tinker's cock was much more sensitive, and bringing himself to orgasm was much easier than normal. That was a good thing, because Tinker soon discovered that his cock was not only producing timberwolf cum, but it was doing such constantly. Try as he might to resist, eventually Tinker's balls and even his cock would grow too big, heavy, and sensitive, and he would be forced to stumble into the shower and milk repeated orgasms out of himself until his equipment went back to "manageable" size...

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Panting heavily, Tinker shoved the door to his bathroom open. Without even bothering to close it, he stepped into his shower, grunting as he sat down in the corner of it, his massive balls slapping wetly against the ground. Hissing with pleasure, Tinker glared angrily down at his cock. He'd tried to ignore it for a few hours, and in return, it had grown much larger than it ever was to begin with. The tip of his cock, gushing an endless stream of tingling precum by now, was just below his snout, reaching past his chest. His balls were equally massive, each as large as his head, resting on the floor and softly twitching as they worked to produce their cum.

He was frustrated, he was angry, but Tinker's urgent need to cum was stronger than anything else. As his wings flared open on either side, he attacked his cock, squishing the thick flared tip of it into his maw as he wormed his tongue deep inside of his own cock, shudders of delicious, naughty pleasure sparking throughout his body. With his paws, Tinker began to roughly stroke his cock, massaging the thick flesh from both sides as he began to buck upwards into his own maw. He also began to fondle his own massive balls, rubbing them, squishing them together, caressing them before he returned his paws to his cock to firmly massage his knot or squeeze his medial ring.

Tinker only lasted minutes before a powerful orgasm overwhelmed him, and the pressure of his first gush forced his tongue out of his own cock, then flooded his maw and even his throat with cum before he could pull off. Rather than gag on it, Tinker hungrily swallowed down the thick fluid as he pulled his head away, then he loudly moaned as he began to milk his orgasm, stroking himself off as he milked fat gushes of cum out of his cock. Each gush audibly splurted into the air, each fat spray a half gallon of cum that fell back down onto Tinker as a thick glob of cum that soaked his fur even more.

By the time his intense, wing-cramping climax had ended... Tinker's balls were still too big and heavy to allow him to walk properly. He was already in the shower... already coated with glowing cum... so why not just keep going? In the end, it would take hours to milk his balls enough that they went back to normal, and by that point, Tinker had not a single complaint left in him.

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While it was fun spending the entire day working through repeated orgasms, Tinker... couldn't handle it forever. He had responsibilities, a shop to run, friends that he couldn't even begin to explain his predicament to. The next night, Tinker found himself slowly walking into the forest, his fur standing on end as he crept towards the area he'd found the wolf last time. In anticipation of finding the creature, Tinker's cock was somehow even harder than usual beneath him, drooling a constant stream of glowing precum into the grass as he walked. Despite constantly watching the misty darkness around him for the glowing green eyes of timberwolves, the creature somehow managed to sneak up on him.

Tinker let out a terrified squeak as something sniffed at his neck, his wings flaring as he spun around with wide eyes. His cheeks began to turn a hot red as he realized what it was, another timberwolf, radiating the same sweet, arousal-inducing scent that Tinker couldn't help but deeply breathe in. The wolf stepped closer, giving Tinker a quiet growl, and Tinker nervously shrank back a little bit, before slowly laying on the grass, lounging against a tree on his back with his hind legs hanging spread open. The wolf seemed to approve, and it stepped overtop of Tinker, copying the actions of the first one as it began to grind its shaft against Tinker's, giving him a fresh coating of the slippery, tingling precum that Tinker's own cock was endlessly gushing.

After a while of grinding, the wolf stopped, and it paused as Tinker reached down with one paw, pointing his own shaft downwards to aim it towards the wolf's. Seemingly pleased, the wolf pressed its cock against Tinker's, and Tinker couldn't help but watch as the tip slowly sank inside, making the dragonpony moan a little bit as his own cock firmly twitched in response. Unlike the first wolf, this one hilted itself with one deep thrust, making Tinker moan even louder as it filled the full length of his cock with its own.

Then, it began to thrust. The suddeness took Tinker by surprise, the dragonpony gasping as the wolf pulled back, only to pump its hips forwards again and thrust back in to the hilt. That was all the warning Tinker got before the wolf started properly thrusting, pulling back until only the tip was inside of Tinker's cock before pushing back in until the knot mashed against his flare. Tinker's knot was a tighter portion of his cock than the rest, and the wolf clearly enjoyed it, making sure to hilt itself on every thrust and bury its tip within Tinker's body.

If he was thinking straight, Tinker might be worried about how he couldn't even see how deep the wolf was getting, but he didn't care. He could only focus on the pleasure of its cock pumping into him, and he even began to weakly thrust back as the wolf sped up somewhat, comfortable with its position. Like the wolf before, it didn't take very long for this one to hit orgasm, which Tinker was thankful for since he still struggled to handle the intensity of being cock-fucked. On every thrust, the beast's huge, glowing balls swung inwards, brushing against Tinker's balls and plapping against his cock.

As the wolf hit orgasm, it growled, thrusting hard into Tinker as its cock fired a thick gush of hot, glowing cum into him, cum that splashed back out around its knot... and it kept pushing, even after its knot mashed against Tinker's flare. Since it was Tinker's second round with a timberwolf, his cock had gained enough flexibility to stretch even further... and to his mixed surprise, terror, and arousal, the knot suddenly popped inside. Tinker sharply gasped as the thick bulge sank inside of his cock, but it was followed by a moan immediately after as the tip of the wolf's cock sank even deeper inside of him, into his prostate, where it then blasted his prostate with its next strong gush of cum. Tinker's worries rapidly melted in the face of this new type of pleasure, even as the wolf ground itself against him, mashing his flare against its sheath as it growled above him.

Tinker could only shiver and moan as the wolf rode out the rest of its orgasm, pumping his heavy balls even bigger with its cum. There was a dirty sort of pleasure that Tinker got from the sensations, how it felt to have a different cock buried inside of his own, swelling with every gush of cum as it flooded his balls. It didn't last forever, and the wolf's orgasm eventually stopped, its balls having shrunk while Tinker's were much larger. Tinker hissed as the beast pulled its knot free from his cock, and he moaned as it pulled the rest of its cock free, dismounting the tree and shaking itself. Tinker's cheeks turned a hot red as the wolf gave him a few affectionate licks, and he waved limply at it as he grunted "y-yeah, yeah, g-go on..."

But it didn't. Like the wolf before, this one wasn't done with Tinker, and it nudged at him with his snout. Blushing hotly as he recalled the rough rutting he'd gotten last time, Tinker began to nervously stand up, but the wolf had other plans, and it pushed him over onto his back, laying in the grass. Tinker meekly started to say "W-What are you-..." before the wolf backed up overtop of him, and Tinker nervously gulped. The wolf crouched, pressing its cock against Tinker's face, and it ground down against him as it threateningly growled at him.

Tinker let out a shaky, shuddering sigh, and he leaned his head back, resting it on his horns as he opened his maw. Without hesitation, the wolf plunged his cock down Tinker's throat, making the dragonpony glad that he'd... practiced before as his throat was bulged out by a long, glowing timberwolf cock. To his shameful delight, the wolf did the same- it opened its maw, then it dragged its slippery, wet tongue all over the tip of Tinker's cock before it stuffed the fat length into its maw, setting to work fitting it down its throat. As the wolf began to suck his cock, however, it began to thrust into Tinker, and the dragonpony helplessly moaned as he weakly tried to rub his tongue against the cock that started to buck into him. Like before, the wolf rammed its knot into his maw with every thrust, and Tinker had to struggle not to bite it as the wolf pleasured his own cock.

Neither of the lust-filled creatures could hold themselves together for long, and the wolf was the first to cum, ramming its cock down Tinker's throat one last time as it erupted with a strong spurt of thick, glowing cum. As Tinker squealed and swallowed around the cock, his own fired off a powerful spray of cum, and the wolf only made it through the first third of Tinker's orgasm before it was forced to pull away and give up on containing it. Instead, it went to licking Tinker's cock, all while it ground into the dragonpony's throat to milk its own orgasm.

By the time their orgasms had ended, Tinker was struggling to breathe, but thankfully, the wolf smoothly pulled out of him, pumping a thick gush of cum all over his snout on the way out. The creature gave Tinker's cock a few more licks, one of which delved deep inside of his cock, then it pulled away, and it stood up. Shaken and worn out from the rough 69, Tinker grunted, rasping a weak "f-fuck off..." as he closed his eyes and let himself go limp.

As if it was listening, the wolf indeed left, disappearing into the mists. After the powerful orgasm, Tinker's balls had only shrank back down to the size they'd been ever since his encounter with the first wolf. Tinker would have complained, but after such an intense round, he didn't have any thoughts left in him other than how much he needed to get home and sleep. Though, as he walked home, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about the next night's full moon... but maybe timberwolves didn't actually care about the full moon?

They did, though. They cared a lot. And while he didn't know it yet, Tinker was going to be the special guest in the forest the next night, when the timberwolves gathered together to mate underneath the full moon. All night long.

Author's Note

Oooohhhh boooyyy he bouta regret that joke he made about 14 werewolves