Portal Panties
“Feel free to use any of my clothes, just bring them back as soon as you can,” Webster said to the drenched cacomistle. Kendall had arrived a few minutes earlier, and having forgotten a raincoat, was soaked through from the storm still howling away outside. A quick towel-down had gotten the ringtail dry enough to not make a mess getting to the bathroom where he was now blow drying his fur out. “Let me know when you're ready and I'll toss your clothes in the dryer,” the tiger said as he wandered off to the kitchen.

“Thanks a bunch,” Kendall shouted over the blow dryer. He had a lot of fur but managed to get the worst of it dried out and tidied up enough to be presentable. Leaning out, he checked to make sure Webster wasn't still there, still a bit hesitant about being seen naked by him. He slinked into the room, eying the dresser. Going through the drawers, he found socks first and looked through them, amused by some of the long striped ones Webster had, but finally decided he'd just go barefoot and moved on to the next drawer. Full of underwear, he frowned, all of them a size smaller than he was. He kept rummaging until he found some buried in bottom, a few sets of rather interesting looking panties. Smirking, he pulled out one that was white with gray trim, and had an orange circle with a brighter orange border printed on the back.

Glancing around to make sure he wasn't being watched, he walked over to the mirror and slowly slid them up, turning to see his side. The pantie seemed tight at first, but with a tug and a wiggle of his rump they slid on and held firm to his waist without being uncomfortably tight anywhere else. Kendall jiggled the front of them, smirking again to himself at the shapely bulge they provided. Going back to the dresser, he looked through the rest of the drawers but just found linens. He tilted his head in a moment of confusion, then realized he passed the closet on the way from the bathroom. He turned around and stepped through the doorway, fumbling for the light switch. Shirts were hanging and pants folded on a shelf below them, with a couple of pairs of boots below among variously sized unlabeled boxes and a couple of pop-up hampers.

Stepping around a long rectangular box left half in the way, he took his time flicking through the hangers of shirts. Eventually he found one that looked comfortable enough, then looked around for bottoms. Trying on shorts, all of them were tight, and he wondered how Webster even fit in them. Frowning, he grabbed pants and put them on, thankful the first he tried fit right. Finally looking at least a little civilized, he stepped out into the hallway and looked about. He had only been over a couple of times and wasn't entirely sure of the layout, but it was a short trip to the kitchen and he waved to Webster. “Thanks again for letting me borrow some clothes.”

“No problem,” the tiger responded as he finished getting himself a snack. “Anyway, I was getting everything set up when you showed up. If you want to head over to the den I'll be right over. Just going to get myself a drink. Want anything?”

“Nah, I'm good for now. Thanks though.” The cacomistle wandered over to the den, trying to discreetly adjust the underwear, finding they were clinging awfully tight to his curves. One wrong turn later, he found it and slid onto the couch, sinking somewhat in the plush cushions as he stretched. Grabbing the remote, he started flipping through folders on the home theater computer, idly browsing various categories of videos Webster had stashed away over the years.

A few minutes later the tiger entered the room, carefully maneuvering a plate of finger-foods and a mug of something still fizzing. Bending down, he set them on the short table before sliding onto the couch. Kendall bit his lip as he watched the tiger's noticeable butt wave in front of him. Webster lied down against the cacomistle, who wrapped an arm around his friend's waist and gave him a squeeze. Sliding his fingers down the tiger's arm as he nestled against him, he enjoyed the feeling of the muscle below the fur, imagining someday maybe getting a chance to feel up the rest of the muscles, perhaps especially those in more sensitive areas.

Snapping to attention, Kendall was startled by the movie starting, bass rumbling from the sound system and through his backside, courteously passed along by the floor and couch. He shifted as he lied back down, in turn causing Webster to wiggle some against him to get comfortable again. The tiger's well-sized rump pushed against his crotch and he bit his lower lip, feeling his pants grow tight in what had to be a noticeable way. But Webster just lay against him, pulling the other's arms around him and hugging them with his own.

The soft fabric of the pantie he wore combined with the warm rubbing from the butt on top was keeping him hard, even a good ten minutes into the movie. His hands started wandering downwards, and in retaliation to the constant teasing, starting to rub the tiger's thighs. As Webster started to purr, he glared at the back of the tiger's head. “Touché,” he thought, grumbling a little at failing to annoy him back. As the minutes wore on, out of frustration at the constant annoyance he decided to try going a bit further. Sliding his hands lower, he cupped under the bottom of the crotch of the tiger's pants, somewhat surprised by the heft of the bulge he found.

Webster shifted again, tugging on his pants to get a little more comfortable, once again grinding against the cacomistle. Kendall moved one of his hands up and pulled up the tiger's shirt, sliding up to fondle his breasts. He still couldn't get over the noticeable, perky breasts Webster had, despite being otherwise male. They made him some odd combination of amused and aroused as he softly rubbed over one, feeling the smooth skin of the somewhat large nipple. He was met with a chuff from the tiger as he started to squirm some. In his lower hand he felt something move before sliding out. He smirked, figuring the tiger's erection just pushed down a pants leg.

Kendall kept it up, occasionally swapping which hand was where. Grinning, he nuzzled into the tiger's neck for a moment before feeling an odd pressure coming from behind. Glancing around himself, there was nothing in his sight that would cause it. Moments after, he could feel something damp dripping down between his butt cheeks as Webster grunted. He raised an eyebrow, leaning over to look in front of the tiger. As he did so, the pressure behind him shifted and slid down the slicked trail, getting caught by his anus.

A squeak escaped his throat as his eyes went wide. Kendall's chest started vibrating as Webster purred louder, squirming against the cacomistle as his cock started to fill with blood from all the teasing. The end of it had pushed out the blue hole at the front of the underwear, and through whatever means the clothing was made with, it rose out from the orange hole on in the back of the pantie Kendall was wearing. Now, it had made it up to his rump and was pushing against him as it tried to get erect, precum dribbling out against him. He could feel it throbbing, pushing harder as it continued growing.

Webster grunted again, pushing against his pants at the part of his cock bending outwards, thinking he was just dislodging it from being caught on something. Instead the extra pressure caused it to pop into Kendall's butt, the suddenness causing him to gasp. His odd suspicions as to what was happening was confirmed as Webster let out a long moan, pushing his hips forwards instinctively, albeit fruitlessly. The cacomistle started to pant as he felt himself being stretched wider and deeper. He had known from some glances that the tiger was more well endowed than many, but he soon realized he didn't know just how true that was. Apparently the tiger was a grower, the thought of which started to give him butterflies in his stomach as the thought about what that might mean.

Uneasiness gave way to pleasure as the swelling shaft started rubbing against his prostate, causing his legs to twitch. He absentmindedly pulled Webster tighter against him, grinding his own erection against the tiger's plush butt. The attention from both sides was making his mind go hazy. Kendall's rump twitched, squeezing that growing shaft inside of him. Moving his hands back, he started feeling up that bulge again, amazed that the mass down there was just the tiger's sack. As he started fishing his lower hand into Webster's pants, he let out a yelp as he felt the head of the tiger's cock pushing against the first bend inside of him. He could feel the pressure build up as it got stuck, the entire shaft throbbing enough to be felt inside of him as it start to grow wider instead as blood backed up.

With a hand half inside the pants, he could feel Webster clench his lower muscles. He wasn't sure if he was hearing things or not, but he could swear he heard liquid moving down the tiger's cock. A moment later his question was answered as he heard noise from below his stomach as seminal fluid started flowing. He inhaled and pushed with his core muscles, helping to spread his insides. With a pop he felt the now slicked penis spring forward, thanks to the pressure being relieved from the end of it. The suddenness of that deeper penetration caused him to spasm, both the muscles around his intestinal tract and in his limbs doing so as a wave of pleasure shot out from that inner area. His legs started feeling weak and numb as the cock somehow kept pressing further into him.

Leaning against the couch for support, Kendall started panting and whining as the intensity overwhelmed him. He could feel an orgasm slowly approaching, getting pushed closer each time the shaft inside him throbbed. Just how damn long was the tiger. He had to be at least a foot long with how deep he was. It did seem like the length stopped, but he could swear the only reason it stopped getting wider was because his bones were getting in the way. Thanks to the way the cock came out of the pantie, he felt impaled and unable to move against it. He weakly wrapped his arms around Webster's waist, trying to hump him as best he could. Soon he could feel the orgasm shake through his body some, as well as a mess forming in the pantie that was tight around his own erection. His legs kept twitching for a bit as he felt like he would start to drift off.

As Kendall's eyes started to close, they shot wide open as he felt his insides start to empty. He whimpered as it filled back up just as rapidly. Webster had grabbed hold of the pantie he was wearing and started stretching them out to pull out, then easing them back to push in again. He started slow, but worked up to a faster speed, never able to pull more than half way out, but enough to pop back and forth in that bend inside Kendall. He kept up, grunting and purring as a near stream of precum was making a sloppy, slick mess of the depths of the cacomistle. Kendall couldn't do much but hold Webster and whimper, another erection forming in the already mussed undies. The tiger started panting, feeling his sac pull against himself as he could feel an orgasm building.

Going as fast as he could, he started letting the undies snap back now. Minutes dragged on, the smell of their sweat starting to waft into the air. The pantie on Webster was getting slick from liquid oozing back from all the thrusting, and after a few times his hand slipped, the interruption of the rhythm sending him over the edge. Kendall could feel Webster's knot start to swell, pressing into his prostate even more so than the thick cock was already doing. He whimpered, feeling Webster's shaft bulge as cum started to pulse deep inside him, almost feeling like he was being stretched and inflated. An orgasm rocked through him in turn, but was denied ejaculation from the force against his insides, and his hips simply twitched, thrusting in vain.

The tiger tried to start thrusting again as he orgasmed but the knot kept him locked inside, only able to jiggle in and out fractions of an inch. He kept it up as long as he could, but eventually his orgasm subsided. Webster flopped back against the worn out cacomistle, then turned around to hug him. “How naughty,” he teased as he started to catch his breath. Kendall mumbled in response, weakly hugging back. They started to drift off in each other's arms as the movie continued playing in the background, Webster purring contentedly as he nuzzled Kendall. Occasionally Webster would thrust his hips, grinding his crotch against the cacomistle's legs. The force pushed his pantie closer, making his still engorged knot rub inside Kendall, causing him to squeak involuntarily each time, until they finally fell asleep.

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Webster Leone 2015/03/15