Force

 	He shoved the white tiger over the arm of the couch, making him impact with an “Uff.” The canine yanked the khaki shorts off, exposing more of the white fur. Climbing on top, the gray and black wolf started working his paws all over the body of the smaller white tiger. He rubbed the feline's nipples, groped his breasts, squeezed at his thighs; being forcefully sensual with the writhing mass of white fur. Sliding off the couch, he turned the cat to face him, and holding his arms in place he moved between the cat's legs to spread them. He sniffed and nuzzled the hefty sac in front of him, each ball a good handful. With each passing moment he watched as blood filled the wrinkled black shaft, slowly stretching it outwards. The tiger struggled against the wolf's grip, but he was nearly a foot taller than the tiger, and stronger built. He was properly proportioned, too, but from what he had heard from the tiger's ex-girlfriend, he was vastly outmatched in that area. Word had spread among the girl's friends, and from them farther still, that his lack of height could be accounted for between his legs. And as rumors that were almost always exaggeratedly offensive started spreading, he had shied away from his social life to avoid the abounding awkwardness. But the wolf wanted to find out the truth first hand, and decided to force his way into the cat's life.

 	As the shaft started lifting, he couldn't help but start licking at it, causing it to jump in growth. Still wrinkly, it had surpassed the canine's own length and with the extra weight, sagged and rested on his muzzle. Not wanting to let the tiger go, he shifted about on his legs attempting to deal with his own growing erection being restricted by his pants. Again he shoved the tiger onto his back, and quickly shed his pants and shirt, already having left the rest of his clothing at home. Swiftly he grabbed the tiger's hands, and clasping them together with one paw he held them up over the tiger's head. He watched on as the erection swelled nearly to its full size and throbbed, barely managing to stay vertical. The canine fished a tube of lubricant from his discarded pants and sat down on the smaller lap. Keeping the writhing arms in check with one hand, he flipped open the cap on the tube with his other and squeezed a large amount onto the black obelisk that teased him. Tossing the container aside, he squeezed their shafts together, barely able to get a grip around both. It overwhelmed his, looking like it could crush his if were to let go.

 	Rocking his own shaft, the other throbbed harder, almost as if trying to break free from the grip. For a few moments he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling, but as he felt an orgasm building he stopped and slowly released his grip before finally pulling away, trying to avoid any accidental triggers. Opening his eyes again, he saw the tiger was gritting his teeth, still struggling to break free. Leaning over, the canine grasped the tiger's jaw with his free hand and held it to place a long, deep kiss; his tongue breaking through protesting lips and filling the mouth behind them. Pulling away, the cat spit back, his lower face now mussed with lubricant from the hold. Taking a few deep breathes, the wolf lowered his rear onto the wide shaft. As big around as his fist at the base, he knew this would stretch him farther than anything else to ever enter him, but he didn't want to bother to train himself. Instead he would do that now; he figured if he could get the smaller tip in the rest would follow. He could stay there all day if he had to; if he was able to.

 	His sphincter pressed against the slick tip and being no stranger to this situation it easily parted. Propping himself up with his free hand he lowered himself further, and with a breathless “Ah!” he felt his hole close slightly as he passed the larger part of the head. Inhaling deeply, he calmed himself, relaxing as much as he could so he could continue. Deeper again it went, nearly the first third of the massive length now inside of him. The canine was now tight against the shaft, causing it to be lightly squeezed. Like a vehicle stuck in mud, he changed directions, pulling back and forth, trying to push past the obstacle. Minutes dragged on and his limbs started growing tired. Each push against it put him a minuscule distance farther down. His mood changed to needy, and he started bouncing gently to try to hurry it along. But his weak and slicked arm gave out and instead of a gentle push, he fell with all his weight against it. The pain hit first, causing a surprisingly highe pitched for him scream of “Auuuuh” as he was forced open, but as he hit the widest part it changed to a lower “Urrrrrg” as the rest of it slid unopposed, stretching out his insides and shifting around those that were in the way.

 	A cry of “Ah-huh. Ahuhuh.” came forth, accompanied by shallow breathing. Grabbing the tigers arms with both hands now, he bit down on the knuckles of the clenched fists, muffling his further outbursts. “Fu. Huh uh. Fuck.” The feline squirmed underneath him, his pounding heart accompanying the pain and pleasure that swirled through his head. “Ugh!” met “Ahh!” as the canine began moving himself up and down, fucking himself with the cat. He started slow, but as pain subsided he worked up to a faster speed and released his bite. Each push and pull amazed him as his insides rippled around that shaft, his gut bulging slightly. Half closing his eyes, he focused on what he felt, including his own cock slapping against his stomach as he moved. The tiger's eyes slowly closed too as he felt a climax approaching, but it went unnoticed by the canine. After a few short minutes, though, he couldn't hold back any longer and bit down, his sac pulling even tighter as many short jets of cum started to fill the rest of the wolf's intestines that the cock couldn't reach. The short pulses and the throbbing of the veins combined with the feeling of filling and the pressure that came with it, and together they pushed the already dripping canine over the edge. As his ring fought against the shaft in an attempt to close, his mind filled completely with pleasure. But with the large member pressing against his prostate, he couldn't shoot his load. Squeezing around it with his legs, he pushed as hard as he could with his internal muscles. Whining, the canine slowly pushed himself up, and as he got just high enough to relieve the pressure, his own streams of white burst forth, coating his stomach with the sticky liquid.

 	Panting, he opened his eyes and looked down, thinking to himself that he must have shot more seed than he ever did before. The shaft in him seemed to be starting to recede on its own, and absentmindedly he let himself fall back down to relax. He yelped as it was pushed back in, and to his surprise he found it once again stiffening. Himself spent, he just leaned on his side against the back of the couch, and quietly gasped at the occasional heavy throb of the shaft inside of him. The tiger, however, was not finished. With no way out of the situation, he simply did what came naturally, and slowly he started thrusting into the canine as best he could. In response, the wolf forced open the fists he was holding and began rubbing his lips over the soft pads of the paws. As the rhythm of the shaft quickened, he let his tongue out and licked the paws instead, pads and fingers alike, which gave way to sucking. The tiger half-cringed at the feeling but kept going. This time, however, the wolf noticed as the tiger approached orgasm and pulled himself off. The feline found himself humping at the air, unable to stop himself.

 	Despite how much he had been stretched, the wolf remain clenched as he leaned over to grab his shirt. He used it to clean off the bobbing shaft and discarded it again. Now with each rise into the air, the canine lashed out at the slit with his tongue. After a few minutes of teasing passed, he started licking it up and down, covering all of it with his saliva. The shimmering black member had begun moving at a frantic pace, and with both hands he tightly gripped the base while working the head with his mouth, unable to fit any of the length past it inside. The tiger joined in with his now free hands and grabbed the free areas his length, working in tandem with the canine's grinding against his base. Seconds sped by and his second orgasm rapidly approached. Once more his sac pulled taught around the orbs, followed shortly thereafter by rapid bucking into the two pairs of hands, each thrust accompanied by a thick string of seed. The wolf simply kept his mouth open, captivated from the sound and feeling of each squirt, even more so as it started dripping down his tongue, letting him taste it. He lapped it up as the spurts tapered off, trying to savor the large amount that now filled his mouth. He released his grip, but the tiger kept his, working the area just under the glans to enjoy the little bit of extra pleasure he could extract from the moment. But a couple of minutes later he let up too, and his arms collapsed at his side. Sliding up along side the tiger, he worked himself between him and the back of the couch. Wrapping his arms and legs around the dizzy yet satisfied feline, he breathed a contented sigh and kissed him on the cheek. The sky outside darkened, and as rain started spattering against the windows they drifted off to sleep, embraced in each other's warmth.


Webster Leone. 28 June 2010