Milking a Multi-Taur

I've had a hankering for some Hyper-Taur fun for the last couple of weeks. Finally managed to jot down a bit of silly smut about it, hope you enjoy! I had considered making a new character for it, but I also am sympathetic to the cries for more Bird, so I found a nice way to make Phen take center stage as a taur.

Inspiration is obviously ChaosCat/CCKitty's older art. Some of these pictures are what started the conception of hyperhermdom in my head.

Sonia @ Bloodren

Art by ChaosCat.

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“Oh look, a newbie. I love newbies,” Phen said as she padded into the milking bay, beaming brightly at her fresh-faced helper. “What’s your name, newbie?”

“How did you know I’m new?” Sonia squeaked, from behind an armful of hoses and attachments a few sizes too big.

“You have that look in your eyes. First time you’ve seen a hyper-taur. Glorious, isn’t it?” Phen grinned.

And she was. The red-feathered phoenix, though usually bipedal, was now in the mode of a taur, her slender torso heading a quadrupedal body; not that of a bird, as one might think, but more like a feline, a strong, stout tiger, the size of a draft horse. In a sense, it made her look more like a gryphon than normal, though her tauric body was feathered and footed just the same as her regular look.

Her four-legged body, muscular and oversized as it was, was hardly the reason for Sonia’s shock, however. No, that distinction went to how incredibly hung she was in this form: Sporting four breasts too big to even hope to close her arms around on her front and a pair of sheathes so incredibly fat that touched the ground at all times and very nearly crested above the spine of her taur-back. They were thick, wrinkled, and absolutely stuffed full of huge, girthy cocks, the tips of which were just about visible at the front of her puckered, pre-soaked sheath—which, just to hit the size of things home, projected a whole foot past her front-most legs. Even for a grrl known for her sexual excess, it was a hell of a starting size. Especially as such fat slabs of dick inevitably demanded equally excessive—if not more—grrl balls to back them up. And balls she had; pair after pair, dozen after dozen, a tumultuous mountain of boulder-sized cum-factories that she dragged after herself with as little difficulty as she did her cocks. The back wall had by all accounts ceased to exist the moment she stepped into the room; all that was visible was the geometric stacks of sacs, many hundred orbs churning noisily in preparation for what would come next.

“Fair,” Sonia conceded after a few minutes of wild-eyed ogling.

“You’re in for a treat, cutie. Don’t you worry, I know what I’m doing. You just need to get those hoses ready for my milking.”

Sonia’s eyes dropped to the phoenix’s fat, massive teats. Then to the far larger cocktips waiting to emerge. “Uh. Right. All of them? I guess so.”

“Every hyperherm counts as a cow and a bull around here.” Phen laughed. “And if you think this is a messy job, you should see what it’s like if you miss a spot. I’m well capable of flooding the place with just my tits.”

“Understood,” Sonia said as she rummaged through the equipment, eyeing the phoenixtaur’s many bits as she evaluated the clear suction cups. “These should all be big enough.”

“I doubt it. But let’s try.”

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The leaking began before the first cup was even in place. And it was ‘leaking’, despite the many gallons of milk and precum to the contrary that gushed from each teat and cocktip. Because once Phen’s army of balls really got into gear, nothing less than ‘lakes’ and ‘seas’ would do to measure her mess.

“Ooh. Careful down there. You don’t want to excite them too much for the first round,” Phen said, splaying on her side as Sonia worked at the cluster of penta-cocks beyond the lip of her first sheath. “Filling the storage tanks is harder if my girls grow too large to fit the cups immediately. Or, at least, it’ll be harder not to fill everything else at the same time.”

“You’re telling me,” Sonia said, struggling with the industrial hoses and the two-foot wide penises that they attached to. “Think unsexy thoughts, please!”

“But how could I? With such a cute girl between my legs, tending to me?” There was a throb of her cocks of such power that Sonia was physically jolted and the stacks of unused milking equipment behind the safety screen almost fell over. Out of sight, a few of her pairs of balls gurgled and split, never losing an inch of their size.

“By flexing that big brain of yours and applying some willpower!” Sonia groaned, heaving the last connection into place. “Okay. One sheath done, one to go.”

“If you insist.” Phen gave a little smile and picked herself up, spreading her legs to let Sonia get at her opposite flank. Only…

“Why are there three sheathes here now!?” Sonia cried, her tail stiffening.

“What? Did you expect more?” Phen winked. “Because that can be arranged.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

“Maybe. But they’re here now, and they’re very real. Better get to it before they flood the place in pre.” As if awaiting their cue, the triple cannons gushed out a barrage of messy goop so thick and potent that you’d never believe it wasn’t cum—if you didn’t know about how apocalyptically virile she could be.

Sonia flinched and ran for the cups. She was in such a rush that she hardly had time to read the warning signs on the console, the flashing lights that indicated storage tanks nearing capacity, only from the casual gush of milk and cum from the phoenix-taur’s monster tits and her minority of caged cocks. And she needed to be fast. Already, Phen’s broad cocktips were half again as large as before, her sheaths fattening by the minute, pushing longer, wider, and more numerously populated with every pleasurable pulse that ran through her oversexed body.

“Mmh. Such a firm, tender hand. I’ll definitely request your help again…” Phen said, cooing huskily. Her wide rear swayed from side to side, trembling in little spurts every few seconds as another set of balls pushed out between her hind legs. And another… And two more. And five. And ten. By then her monolithic scrotum had split into two, and she was dropping ten pairs of balls into each at a time. Then she had four, dropping twenty. Eight, dropping forty… And every time, great waves of pure Size washed through them, adding inches and feet and more to their already stupendous size, until a single one might flatten an entire villa by itself. Good thing the milking bay opened out to the outside at one end, or the whole facility might’ve become little more than a bump under the birdtaur’s tremendous, downy balls.

Sonia saw it all happen and worked with increasing urgency in what appeared to be the highest-stakes game of ‘whack-a-mole’ in her life. No sooner had she taken care of all the cocks in two of the bird’s three remaining sheathes before she ran out of suction cups. And by the time she returned with a new stack, Phen had grown so many more cocks inside each that only luck would permit Sonia to finish her task—before they multiplied again.

“Can you stop that for one minute?!” she cried, feverishly wrestling with a taur-cock nearly as wide as she was tall.

“Stop what?” Phen replied, the very image of innocence.

“What do you think? Growing!”

“Oh, that. No, I don’t think so. I mean, I could, but I won’t. It’s kind of my thing.”

Sonia shook her head. “C’mon! I can’t hook you up properly if you’re gonna grow two more dicks for every one I finish. You’re, like, some kind of cock hydra.”

“I know, isn’t it wonderful?” Phen laughed. “Fine. Just because you’re new. I’ll hold back my cocks—just slightly.” She shifted, halting the inexorable thickening of her sheathes that heralded the addition of new shafts inside each (already up to an insane twenty four per). There was a worrying rumble from her colossal collection of balls, however… And from the control panel behind Sonia.

“Oh, shoot!” Sonia said. “This looks bad.”

“It’s fine. There’s more compression-space storage tanks available. Just take some capacity from the other milking bays.”

Sonia frowned at the incomprehensible mass of buttons and dials. “Compression-space. Right.”

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take care of that,” Phen said, reaching over to flick a singular button without looking at the panel. “And you finish hooking me up.” Before Sonia could protest that she had done that, Phen stood up and shifted once again… to show Sonia the flank that she had started with. Only, that singular sheath, cocks cumming forcefully into their cups with no sign of ever slowing, now had the company of eight additional, mega-packed sheaths. Which, once they slid gracefully out between her legs, began to gush so profusely that only the industrial-grade drains of the milking bay prevented Sonia from instantly going underwater. And as she watched, the phoenix pushed out a tenth sheath. And an eleventh. And a twelfth…

“Y-you said you’d hold back!” Sonia cried, aghast.

“Slightly. I agreed to hold back my cocks. Sheaths are a different thing entirely.” She grinned, delivering cock-cluster number thirteen on that side, each coming out with the same stupendous 24-fold artillery. And by now, with a whim, she was adding the same to her other flank, her rapidly growing masses of sexual flesh evolving into a single-fold symmetry, with the omni-hung taur at the center.

“You know what I meant!”

“I did. Take it as a valuable lesson.” Phen licked her beak, openly sinking back into the blissful haze of her never-ending orgasm. Shots of cum fired from her cocks like the broadside of a battlecruiser, raging against the reinforced walls of the milking bay—while, far underground, the vast, multi-dimensional storage tanks filled to the brim and more with her frothing, tar-thick cum. It became a torrent, filling the air with wet sounds, with heat, and with unyieldingly potent musk that knocked up anyone that came within miles of her scent.

“I am so fired,” Sonia said, clutching her steadily inflating belly.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens every other week.” She was growing more breasts now, too, and the voluminous gushes of femcum from her hindquarters was a sure sign that her hyper-sized cunts were getting in on the fun. “But if you’re worried about missing your quota…”

Phen grinned, stretching herself out—as a third set of legs morphed out of her hind quarters, pushing her ass down a segment and doubling her chaotic masses of cocks, sheathes, balls, and pussies in one fell swoop. And more besides, as her third crotch bloomed with all of the above at a far faster rate than anything before it, growing dozens, hundreds at a time. And already her fourth set of legs was starting to form.

“... I could always take it to the next level.”

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Art by ChaosCat.