Quin's paws were torn between feeling his belly and continuing to fondle the magnificent creature that was Frances. Though he climaxed, quite forcefully, he remained hard. His hips moved with more purpose, now free of the blocking tentacle. This meant his insides squirmed more squeezing and sucking at the invasive guests. All the more when a second tentacle came to force its way into his mouth.<br/><br/>By now he was nearly a third his normal size and his features were more fox than not. His large ears were pressed back tightly, bobbing with each thrust. After a short time his paws found Frances' hips and clung firmly to them, claws dug in gently as he applied force on the other getting more from each thrust. The fox's metal studded cock pressed deeper, searching.<br/><br/>Soft muffled lows of euphoria were all Quin could muster by this point. Somewhere in the back of his muddled lust crazed mind he found himself feeling grateful to his parents for being what they were...giving him the good genes to experience such delightful deviance. It was now apparent that his erection had joined the rest of his shifting as a knot pressed at Frances' opening.