Trix and Treats
This was a commission for Bubbles Prime over on FA
:D All characters made up by me.
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Stan looked down at the vial he had gotten in the mail. The white mouse had ordered it because the website claimed it would make anyone who drank it only a few inches tall for some period of time or other. He couldn't remember exactly. He wanted to try it out, but not on himself. He had an idea of who to try it out on; a friend who he occasionally played around with. Stan was mated to someone else, but they had a pretty relaxed relationship.
Stan picked up his Cell phone and hit the number 2 on the keypad, holding it down until a message appeared on the screen that it was dialing Max. As it rang he brought the phone up to the funnel of one of his ears, hearing it pick up, "Hey Max!"
"Stan, hey, what's up?" Came the voice from the other end.
"Well, Trix is out... he has class until late tonight..." The mouse spoke of his boyfriend indirectly, trying to be nonchalant.
The voice at the other end chuckled, "You want me to come over?"
Stan grinned, "Almost made me have to say it."
"Alright. I'll head over." Max said, and Stan's ear thought he picked up something outside the door of the apartment. A moment later there was a knock on the door.
Stan walked over, undoing the locks, and opened the door, revealing an equally nonchalant Max. Stan snerked, stepping aside, "Such wonderful service."
Max licked his lips playfully. Max was a tabby cat, at least a foot taller than Stan, and liked to joke about how the mouse was bite sized.
Little did he know Stan was into that sort of thing. The mouse closed the door and sauntered to the kitchen, "Want a drink, Maxxy?"
"I could do for something to wet my whistle. Makes more substantial things go down more easily." The feline smirked suggestively.
In the kitchen, Stan opened his newly arrived vial with a grin, "More than you know, kitty..." He muttered, pouring it into the blue cup he had out. He took a blue cup and a green cup out to the feline, passing the blue cup to Max and drinking from the green cup.
Max drank slowly, a purr starting to work forth from his chest. He set down the cup, having drained the whole thing, much to Stan's excitement. It tasted really good for some reason, and he couldn't stop himself. He yawned and stretched out, before he noticed that his shirt seemed to be a bit looser than he liked. Odd, he could have sworn this shirt had been tight when he left his apartment. His mind clouded and he got a sudden burst of vertigo, not sure what was going on, the world spinning, fabric taking over his vision. Something grabbed him, pulling him free of the world of cloth.
Stan grinned down at the tiny feline in his paw, having shed his clothing when Max shrank, "Perfect, kitty... just the size to play with..."
Max rubbed his head, coming out of his daze... and staring up at his friend, so massive in front of him, soon noticing that he was being held by one of the dexterous mouse paws. "W-what the hell?"
"Hee, who's bite sized now, kitty?" The mouse had grown quite aroused at this situation, his free paw stroking over his shaft as it started to pre, taking that drop and letting it fall on Max's head, "Mmm... what to do with my little kitty..." He trailed off, that shaft throbbing in front of the cat as he thought about all the naughty things he could do with his friend.
Max writhed, but the musk was getting to him. He loved the mouse's scent normally, but now that it was so huge he could barely think. He squirmed about seemingly randomly.
Stan grinned, "Oh look, a massage setting." He pressed Max to his sac and started to grind the flailing feline there, his musky fur rubbing into the smaller being, transferring its scent.
The cat whimpered and squirmed, but the musk was just so much. He felt himself press to the soft swell of the sac, the firmer balls inside pushing to him, before he was ground around to the taint below, with muskier, slightly sweaty fur down there. He moaned, fully aroused by now, his body being lifted to grind against the mouse's throbbing spire, then dragged down over the sheath, around the balls again, and to the taint, his feet brushing against the pucker all the way back, before the trip repeated, a rush of motion before he found his head at the dribbling tip of the mouse shaft.
The murine moaned softly, biting his lip as he continued this motion over and over again, getting close to his peak. One of his ear funnels swiveled rapidly. Shit. He heard the locks being undone from outside. Max didn't have a chance to react to what Stan had in store for him next. The mouse stuffed the cat in his muzzle and gathered up the feline's clothing, pushing all of it under the couch. He managed to get back into a seemingly casual position as the door opened.
Trix was Patrick's nickname, and he enjoyed it, especially since one of his exes was a rabbit, so Stan had gotten to pull the "silly Rabbit" line on him last time either of them saw him. Patrick was a tall, lean Dalmatian. He was strong and defined but not bulky, except if you looked between his legs. That bulk was swelling as he saw his boyfriend laying on the couch, fully aroused, naked as the day he was born. The dal closed the door and locked it, peeling off his shirt, "Mmm... to what do I owe this honor?"
Inside the mousey muzzle, Max deliriously squirmed, the saliva and heat only seeming to add to his disoriented, aroused haze. He could vaguely hear something outside, but that didn't matter...
Stan bit his lip from the inside to prevent it being seen on his face, thinking rapidly, before letting himself smile slowly, putting one digit to his lips as a shushing motion, before using the same finger in a curl to beckon the canine over, watching Trix's pants fall, revealing the first thing that attracted the mouse to the dog.
The dalmatian's sheath swelled, the substantial tube of flesh belying the size of the potent contents, the sac below hanging low and full of nuts that made sure Stan never went to bed hungry. The mouse wasn't stretchy enough to take his boyfriend undertail yet, but he was practicing with toys to try and get there. So it wasn't a surprise that the erecting shaft, as it emerged, rubbed to Stan's lips.
The mouse licked at the shaft slowly, careful to keep Max in his muzzle, his paws moving to rub over the thick, throbbing shaft of maleness presented to him. His big boyfriend rubbed at the base of his ears as he worked, the action always making Stan feel somehow safe, like the massive shaft wouldn't hurt him, its owner would make sure of that, even though he knew if misused it could kill him, at least, until he had trained enough to fit it in his body. It also distracted him, and he started to lap more firmly, tenderly and needily, getting more and more of the dark shaft all slick and shimmery in the light of the apartment.
The cat was tossed around between tongue and palate as the fleshy organ moved in and out, the motion working him back towards the throat gradually. The feline couldn't tell this of course, he was just so very disoriented and aroused that he just held on for the ride.
The dog groaned softly, his paw on those funnel ears sliding down to cup the back of his mouse's head, his hips angling his tip to the mouse's lips, before pushing forward. He grinned broadly at the groan that elicited from Stan, panting happily as the suckling began.
Stan groaned happily once more, slathering the bottom of his boyfriend's shaft with his tongue as his paws moved to grope and feel the weight of the dal nuts hanging below, knowing they were filled with such tasty, filling seed all for him. He murmured, something at the back of his mind nagging... but it hardly seemed important.
Max panted softly as the ride stopped for a few moments, his body right next to the entrance of the throat. His pupils dilated to get as much light as they could, and he saw something pistoning in and out of the chamber he was in, getting closer to him each time, a familiar musky scent coming from the tip. He still couldn't think, just watching it get closer with every repetition.
Trix gasped as he felt something press against his tip in the mouse's maw, this sensation throwing him over the edge by surprise. He felt his sac tense as thick, creamy loads of seed started to lance out of his member.
Max grunted as the big thing pushed up against him, before the whole thing swelled up, and the dribbling hole at the tip suddenly exploded with white goo, blasting him against the entrance to Stan's throat. The sticky substance kept filling the space around him, shot after shot. Before long, the bottom fell out below him, and he was falling, along with whatever this goop was, falling down down down...
Stan drank mouthful after mouthful of his boyfriend's delicious seed, his own shaft throbbing hard below him, so close to his own peak as he could feel the warmth spreading in his belly, starting to fill up as Trix unloaded his treat.
The Dalmatian panted hard, rubbing the back of the mouse's head as he felt himself coming down from his peak. He let the last dribble come out of his shaft, before gently pulling it from the mouse's muzzle and picking up his boyfriend. With two fingers he started to toy with the little male's rump, his doggy tongue extending out to gather the smaller shaft into his muzzle, slurping tenderly as his fingers pressed in, searching for the prostate.
Stan gasped, going from pleasuring and drinking of his boyfriend to being assaulted with pleasure himself. He weakly humped at the canine muzzle, closing his eyes and chittering with pleasure. Then those fingers found what they were looking for. He gasped and shuddered, and the dog murred around the shaft, his fingers starting to assault that spot. The mouse couldn't take it anymore, his rump spasming as he shot his relatively meager load into his boyfriend's muzzle.
The dog gathered up the issue, slowly pulling off the mouse's shaft and kissing him full on the mouth, lips parting. He felt Stan squirm happily as his own seed was fed to him as dessert. The canine slowly took his fingers out of Stan's rump, cuddling his murine close as they lay on the couch, drifting in afterglow. "That mute thing was cute..." Trix cooed to the mouse.
Yawning, the rodent licked his lips slowly, "Oh good... didn't you have class...?"
The canine chuckled and pet over Stan, "Furlough for the last class of the day. Fucking budget crisis."
"Oh..." Stan cuddled up to his boyfriend, chittering a little.
Those strong paws grasped the mouse, pulling him into the air and into their associated arms as their owner walked them to the bedroom, thinking an early turning in would be nice after such a nice session to come home to. He slipped Stan under the covers, and slid in next to him, cuddling close to him, his still throbbing, semihard shaft resting along almost the whole back of his mousie.
The little mouse murmured at the heat of his big doggy's bone, somehow not threatening, but rather soothing. He chittered and closed his eyes, head resting on the inside of one of those defined arms draped around him as the soft canine tongue groomed his headfur and sensitive ears. The full stomach let out a burble, telling him it was working on his very filling dinner, as he drifted off to sleep.
Trix kissed between those ears, his tail idly flopping under the covers as he too drifted off to sleep.
And unnoticed, Max's clothing stayed under the couch.
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