Every Last Drop
Copyright 2016 by Simplemind


Appalled of the outcome of their little competition, the small fennec fox refused to accept his defeat. "I win!" he clarified and glared up to the much taller cat in front of him.

Garret, standing literally more than twice as high as the tiny fox, only smiled down at him, his grin spreading over both his black cheeks. "The rules were quite easy, I think," he said with a superior tone in his voice. "I'm the winner."

"Like hell!" the fennec objected. "You cheated! This is stupid."

The black cat's smile got even wider, "As I said: easy rules. We didn't agree on anything that said I couldn't."  With satisfaction Garret looked down at the fennec, who still couldn't accept the fact that he had lost the deal. Eager to receive his payment, Garret reached for his belt and unbuckled it, seeing the fox's gaze slip down for a moment. "Well then," he said, letting his pants drop to the floor. "Time to clear your debt, Dean. And don't forget about our stake: the looser swallows every last drop."

"Garret..." the fennec said, still hoping to get out of this, but the bigger cat wouldn't let him. He took a step closer and presented him his already stiffening member. Dean was standing upright on his paws, yet he was only on eye-level with Garret's dick.

Finding the fox still hesitant, Garret spoke up again, "You're a chicken if you back out." He had to suppress a laugh. "Bock, bock, bock, begowwk!" he made and presented his dick to the fox once more.

"I'll get you back for this..." Dean said under his breath as he took hold of the massive penis dangling in front of him. That thing was easily as long and thick as his arm! Slowly he opened his muzzle and wrapped it around the feline's tip. It felt like sucking on a fist.

Having the fox's mouth finally around his cock, the cat smiled down at him. When Garret felt his tiny paws starting to rub at his shaft, he found, he still deserved some more, "You're a bad looser, Dean. Pay to me what you promised!"

Feeling the cat's smile above him and his indignities press down upon him, Dean rubbed his paws harder and turned his head left and right to stimulate him more. This was so humiliating, he thought. Still... there were other, more positive feelings.

"You really seem to like this, don't you?!" he heard Garret mock from above him. Now he felt really humiliated: first being told to do better, only to be accused afterwards to take pleasure from it. But he just wanted to repay his debt...

Having such an eager fox tend to him, Garret couldn't hold it in for too long. Growling a fair, but sadly overheard, warning for the fennec, his body tensed. Then he just let it go.

Already the first gush of cum filled the small fennec's muzzle to the brim - and beyond. Coughing around a giant load of cum and cock, the fox felt the stuff splatter down on his head and face. Even worse than that feeling was the omnipresent taste in his mouth. It was so very salty and musky. After an amount, easily three or four times bigger than what the fox himself was able to shoot in one load, dribbled down his chest, and after he felt the last spurt between his cheeks, Dean heard Garret's voice.

"Well, then..." he said, demanding full payback.

Reluctantly, Dean swallowed. It took him two big, damn gulps to down the whole load in his maw and to find his cheeks empty again. Letting the massive cock slip free from his lips, he said angrily, "There! We done yet?"

But Garret was smiling again. He lifted a hand and pointed to the fennec's cum-covered head. "You know our deal."

Knowing full well that Garret wouldn't let this slip, the fox sighed as he run his paws over his head, cheeks and chest to collect the sticky stuff in his palms. He looked at it for a moment, the slimy, milky cum against his pink pads. This was so disgusting. Swallowing hard, he brought out his tongue and lapped at his palms.

The black-furred cat chuckled as he observed the scene. Giving his massive balls a light squeeze, he enjoyed every second of the show.

When his paws were clean again, Dean glared angrily up to the cat. "Happy now!?" he asked, showing him his empty palms.

But Garret only folded his arms and kept smiling. With one finger he pointed down.

Looking down onto the floor, Dean saw that here too had landed some of the cat's cum - and not an insignificant amount either! "You must be kidding!" the fennec said.

Garret chuckled again, "Every last drop, Dean. You agreed to the deal!"

"I-I'm not doing this," Dean protested. "This is ridiculous!"

"Ha!" Garret laughed. "So you're just a coward after all. And here I thought you would stand up to your word."

"C-c'mon, Garret," Dean said, folding his ears down. "Let's forget about this. I mean: you cheated too. What's so wrong if I-"

"Bock, bock, bock..." the cat interrupted him, mocking him with chicken sounds again.

Being further humiliated, Dean was not willing to endure this much longer. Defeated, he lowered himself onto his knees, bowing over the stains of cum on the wooden floor. 

Seeing this, the cat stopped his mocking. "Looks like you got some balls after all," he spoke and watched as the fox hesitated. "Well, then. Show me that you are a fox to your word," Garret added.

Dean knew that he couldn't come out of this anymore, without looking like a wuss and earning more of Garret's jocks. Looking up with puppy eyes, he only saw the cat's devious smile crushing down on him. Without hope he drew out his tiny tongue, lowered his head to the ground and licked at the floor.

The cum was already cold as he tasted its salty sting on his tongue. Lapping Garret's cum from the floor like this made him feel even smaller than he actually was, compared to the much, much bigger cat. 

Suddenly, Dean felt something weight down on the back of his head. It was the black cat's foot that pressed his head down and his nose into the puddle of cum, smearing the sticky, gooey spunk all over his muzzle and whiskers.

Vainly he tried to press up, but Garret was far too strong for him. "Hgggr. T-that was- not part of- the bet!" he mumbled under the massive man's paw on his skull.

"I know fairly well that you're enjoying every bit of this, Dean," the feline said and added some more pressure. Dean's ears folded down in embarrassment as he heard the words. "Now shut up and go on," Garret ordered.

Since more protest would only result in even more mockery and jocks, or, even worse, confirming him about his assumption, Dean held shut and endured his humiliation in silence, keeping on licking until every last drop had disappeared in his mouth.

THE END
