Tyler
Reader-suggestion story. Running these at the beginning of every month now on my writing Twitter @Muskwriter.
You know how sometimes you just need a long vacation to relax and get away from it all, but the vacation itself turns out to be just as much planning and work and bother as everyday life?
For a while I've been using my vacation time to just stay at home and laze about and keep my balls drained. (When you're half tanuki, you tend to be hefting around quite a bit in the scrotal area. And when you're half red panda, your body never quite gets used to it and is horny all the time.) But this time... I had a buildup of wanderlust nearly as strong as the conventional lust that never seems to leave me.
So I decided to take a trip. I didn't want to try and overcommit; this time I would arrange no tours, no schedules--I'd just go someplace new and experience what's out there.
I packed about a week's worth of clothes and got on the first ship leaving the system.
Now, a modern spaceship--at least, one that does interstellar travel, not the local spacebusses--is basically a self-sustaining city-state all to itself. Anything you need, you're likely to have a good chance of finding.
And what I need, I thought, as I brought my suitcase to my apartment, is someone to help me get off. I hadn't been able to get off since boarding, at least forty-five minutes ago, and my balls were aching. Because of my constant levels of need, I don't usually spend time seeking out partners--but hey, a vacation's a vacation.
I shucked off my pants and went online as I started pawing. Put a million people together in a place, and at least a thousand will be up for action at any given time; on a spaceship, they could be of any species, shape, or proclivity.
I brought up the public listing to see if anything caught my eye... but even before I could bring up a single profile I already had a message.
Already? This could be good, or it could be very, very bad. (I'm sure you know what I mean.)
The message read: I saw you at boarding. You're really cute. And... I'd love to help you unload a bit.
Definitely not as bad as it could have been. Still--
A new message pinged. I mean... if that's okay and I'm not asking too much. Uh. Sorry.
My interlocutor was a gray rabbit, not too much younger than me. His profile picture only showed him from the chest up, his body covered in a shapeless sweatshirt. No additional pictures--not even the promise of private ones. The profile told very little about him aside from his name: Tyler.
Fair enough, I thought. Not everyone's an exhibitionist.
I decided to give him a chance and asked him to come on up, and let off my first orgasm in anticipation of his arrival.
I checked on the door about five minutes after his last message, only to find Tyler hesitating outside, paw raised like he was about to knock.
"Come on buddy," I said, letting him in. "No point in waiting."
The rabbit blushed to his ears, taking in the sight of a red panuki half coated in cum. "I-- I see I've come too late," he said. "I'm sorry, I should've--"
"What? No, hey, it's just an orgasm, there'll be another one along in a few minutes." I was hard again already, actually. "Just... get comfortable, get out of... that..."
He was in the same sweatshirt as his picture, which somehow managed to obscure everything down to the knees; the rest of him was covered up by baggy denim pants.
The rabbit reddened again. "Well... I wanted to know what you wanted to see, first."
I chuckled. "I'd like to see you out of those clothes," I said.
"But I can..." He took a deep breath. "I can reshape my body. A little. Nothing big. But I can have whatever build you want. Just, like... well, you know, you're part tanuki, you can probably do something like it too."
"Uh... not really..." I'd never actually tried anything small like that--I stopped trying after I couldn't turn myself into a teacup or anything. If I could've been a little taller, a little more burly, a little bigger-dicked all this time... Oh well. At least I get to decide my partner. "But as for you..."
I hesitated and Tyler blushed, no doubt imagining possibilities.
"I kind of like guys to be closer to my build... you know, a little thick, a little soft, a little..."
"...cuddly," the rabbit supplied, blushing deeper.
"I would've said 'tubby' but that works too."
He laughed. "All right. Tubby like you. Um. Tanuki-sized junk too?"
"Oh, nonono. Trust me, it's more trouble than it's worth. You don't have to be big at all."
The rabbit's blush was obscured behind the sweatshirt as he pulled it off over his head, revealing a round gray-and-white-furred paunch--do I really look that fat?--followed by a pillowy chest, big arms... The increased softness to his face as it came free of the garment made him look ten times cuter, and I could feel my balls aching as his new look charged up my arousal.
Fuck, I needed to get off. I moved in close, pressing my belly against his as I ground against him, leaning up to kiss his muzzle.
"Mmm," he said. "Hold on, let me get out of these pants."
They dropped to the floor, and I reached down to stroke his junk.
And had trouble finding it.
His paw joined mine and moved it towards a little nub almost fully buried in crotchfur and fat. "You said not big at all, so... hope this is okay..."
The stiffness couldn't have been more than an inch long.
"'Okay'? It's fuckin' hot is what it is. But it'll never reach past this fat ass of mine. I'm just gonna have to plow ya."
Tyler yelped as I leaned in and pulled him onto the bed, reaching down further to finger his hole.
"Now let's get you worked up..."
The rabbit moaned uncontrollably as my paw worked between his chubby rump cheeks--loud enough that I worried it might disrupt the neighboring apartments.
Now, some folks, they never get in the habit of holding back the sound of their enjoyment--and I'd be a hypocrite if I told him to stop it--but my dick was already way overdue for its next release and it'd be no good if our day was disrupted by people calling security to shush us.
The correct course of action in this kind of case is to make it part of the scene. I looked over the edge of the bed to find something suitable for the rabbit's moans before I noticed his pile of discarded clothes, and a familiar shape of undergarment in the seat of the jeans.
I reached down to pick up the jock. Its scent was apparent even at arm's length--pulling it close I could tell that at least a couple of days of Tyler's musk must have gone into it.
I pressed my finger deep into his hole.
The rabbit let out a long, low moan.
And I crammed the wadded-up jock into his mouth.
He mmgmphed and I felt his hole tighten up around my finger in response. I took that as invitation to go further--leaning in to nibble gently at his shoulder while I worked under his little tail, opening him up enough to take a second finger alongside as his muffled moans increased.
At this point I couldn't hold back any longer; the need to unload had reached almost painful levels. I pulled my fingers out, tucked my ballsack between my thighs and tail to get it out of the way, and gripped the rabbit's chubby sides, pressing my body against his as my dick settled along his soft rump.
I was on a hair-trigger already, and the mere softness of Tyler's fur was almost enough to get me off all by itself as he ground his hindquarters needily against me, whimpering into the jock stuffed in his face. I knew I had to move quickly and pushed in between those thick rump cheeks, sliding my dick into that soft, warm, slick hole.
As my stubby cock hilted in, it saw no need in waiting any further--before I could even think of starting to thrust, the rush of orgasm had overtaken me. "Oh, fuck," I said, gripping the moaning rabbit's body as my poor neglected balls started to fill his hole.
The cum kept coming until I could feel the fullness of his hole resisting, the cum spurting back out and drenching his rump, my thighs, and forming a puddle spreading across the bed.
Tyler's moans escalated till it was clear even the jock couldn't suppress it; he spat it out and reached down for his poor half-buried cock, giving himself a few quick strokes before his own seed was soaking the sheets as well.
"Ooh fuck," he said, looking over my more substantial mess as he caught his breath. "That's--that's a lot more than I was expecting... Didn't you just blow a load before I got here?"
I pressed my muzzle against his shoulder as my pulsing cock finally died down. "That's... every time."
"Not every time?"
"Wait fifteen minutes and see."
"Fif--"
"On average." To be honest, the softness of the rabbit in my arms was enough to get me going again already. If my dick could just stay in his velvet rump a little longer, it wouldn't take half that much time.
"Wow." The rabbit blushed, sliding off my cock and rubbing his heavy gut as if it were full. "Um... while that sounds kind of hot... I, uh... should probably go..."
I sighed. You could be the greatest show on Earth or any other planet and a certain kind of guy will still turn tail and run after he shoots his wad. "Yeah, I guess... you got what you wanted."
"Hey now," Tyler said. He hopped over to me while he tried to get his pants back on, and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "You know it's not... like that. But... you know what it isn't, too."
I sighed again. "Yeah, I know. Still, if you think you might want to... later..."
The rabbit gave me a sad look as he arranged his clothes and went out the door.
Tyler slumped against the wall, feeling his insides change as he realigned his body back to the way he usually held it with no one around.
He could already tell, even if the amount he'd been flooded by hadn't made it inevitable, that the red panuki's seed had found fertile ground; his paws were drawn to stroke his belly, imagining the future swell.
The rabbit looked back longingly at the unknowing parent's door, weighing whether he should go back--whether he should explain, to the guy whose name he didn't even get, that he would be carrying his child.
Whether the hybrid would react well, or... like the last guy had. The bruises may have healed, but it still hurt.
He shut his eyes, inhaled deeply, and exhaled again. What even could happen?
He sighed, turned away from the door, and slunk back to his apartment.
Maybe he'd find comfort in the little one's company.