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Rudder sat behind the desk of his obscenely large office and sipped his coffee, half-heartedly tapping figures into a spreadsheet with his spare paw. It wasn't even midday yet, and he was already uncomfortably aware of how distractingly horny he was. He could force himself to concentrate if he really needed to - he was a professional otter, suited and overpaid for his high position - but right now he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in a willing partner.

Rudder was fairly tall for an otter, his sleek figure toned but not too muscular. He had reddish-brown hair and two snakebite piercings on his lower lip that he often joked - with a hint of truthfulness - were a sign of how indispensable he was to the company, that they'd allow somebody with multiple visible facial piercings to hold the kind of position he did.

His current mood could be traced back to that morning, when he'd started his day by lazily grinding his morning wood against his boyfriend as they cuddled in bed. The hyena had rumbled contentedly as Rudder wrapped his arms around him and slowly rubbed himself against him from behind, but in the end Swisher had been far too groggy to take things any further. Rudder had showered, and left for work with a serious case of blue balls that hadn't subsided.

He reached down to have another sip of his coffee, instead finding the mug empty. That had been his fourth cup this morning, and he knew that he'd been steadily chugging them back as a distraction more than anything. He sighed, and reached for his phone instead. After half an hour of teasing his way through hookup apps rather than working, he came across the profile of an almost stereotypically twinky snow leopard by the name of "Len", who seemed especially keen to be used as a booty call by a suited otter in the business district.

An hour later, they met up in the underground car park located underneath Rudder's office building. It was a safe spot he'd used before - the city traffic meant that nobody really came or went during the day, and the tinted windows of his car made it a surprisingly private environment as long as things didn't get too raucous.

The snep had practically started drooling as soon as he'd opened the car door to find Rudder exposing himself from his black formal work trousers, already hard with anticipation. Rudder knew size wasn't everything, but he knew he was big, and he still got a kick out of the reaction it drew when he showed it off. The snow leopard wasted no time sliding into the car, keeping low so he wouldn't be seen, and without saying a word he sank his muzzle down over Rudder's cock. Rudder looked down at him, sprawled stomach-down on the seats, and couldn't help but admire the eagerness with which the feline bobbed his white-furred muzzle over his cock.

The cat was eager, yes, but there was no denying he was also talented, seemingly having no difficulty fitting the otter's length into his muzzle, occasionally pulling off to slide back the otter's foreskin and give small, teasing links to the exposed head. It wasn't long before Rudder was placing his webbed fingers over the back of the snow leopard's head, the orgasm rising as he started to get close, pushing the cute muzzle down over his cock. The snep gagged slightly, and Rudder instinctively let up for a moment - before the telltale purring coming from his partner told him he'd read the situation correctly. He pushed the snep's muzzle down again as he came, painting his partner's throat with a morning's load of pent-up cum.

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After making sure the coast was clear, the two of them slid out of Rudder's car and started to walk towards the exit of the car park.

"Fuck, I can't get over how big you are," said Len with a quick laugh, wiping an imagined cum stain from his muzzle with the back of his paw, "if you ever want more than just a quick blowie you have to hit me up."

"Well, I have your number."

The two walked a little further, and then the snow leopard stopped, as though just remembering something.

"Actually, come to think of it, I've been keeping an eye out for someone like you..."

Rudder rolled his eyes, it was hard to tell if the reaction was genuine. "If you want me to do porn forget it."

"No no no! I have this friend, see. Insists he has a big, thick cock but really he's only just over three inches."

Rudder couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, one of those types?"

"Yeah, but not in the way you think. It's a whole thing for him. You interested? You can be as mean as you like with him, he'll enjoy it."

Rudder thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nah, I can't just take your word for that."

"No, it's totally cool! We talked about it a while back and he said he trusted me to vet someone to do it to him. I could even show you the chat logs if you wanted."

Rudder paused for a moment to think it over. "Alright, give me his details."

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A week later, the plan was set into action. Len had sent Rudder a message to say that his friend - it turned out his name was Rai'ke - had gone out shopping. Rudder had just finished work, and was able to detour to the shopping centre on his way home without too much trouble.

It didn't take him long to spot Rai'ke. He was an unusual hybrid between a fox and a moogle, and his pure white fur and distinctive red pom stood out a mile away. Rudder padded after him, trying not to look too conspicuous and keeping a lookout for any opportunity to get him alone.

He'd almost given up hope when he saw the fox-moogle making a beeline for the bathrooms on the top floor of the centre. He knew from previous experiences that the top floor bathrooms were usually deserted at this time of night, as the mall was emptying and most people didn't want to go out of their way to relieve themselves. His quarry must have wanted some privacy - and that suited him just fine.

He caught up, and slipped into the bathroom behind Rai'ke, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey," said the otter, a blunt edge to his voice and a slight grin on his face.

Rai'ke looked around in confusion, but on realising that nobody else was in the bathroom with him he realised he was the one being addressed.

"Uhhh, hey." Rai'le replied. There was an edge of confusion in his voice, but certainly not any trace of alarm or concern. Rudder grinned even wider. Well, time to go for it I suppose.

Rudder put on his best seductive voice, and gestured playfully to the moogle's trousers. "So I've heard through the grapevine that you say you're pretty big down there."

Rai'ke visibly puffed up his chest from the compliment, and Rudder felt a surge of mischief rising within him as his comment hit home. He let Rai'ke feel proud for a moment before delivering the followup.

"Except," said Rudder, keeping his voice flat, "it's not true."

Rai'ke deflated almost instantly. His face scrunched up, not so much in anger as defiance. "Oh, and I suppose you're bigger?" He almost squeaked out the words.

As if to answer, the otter took a step back, unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt in one smooth movement. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his soft cock immediately flopped out from inside the formal trousers. Even soft, Rudder was impressive. His meat hung over his fly, five inches of soft, uncut otter dick. He shook his hips a bit, as if to show that he was big enough to make it swing.

Rai'ke bit his lip. It was a brief gesture, but Rudder caught it. "That's not that big," the moogle eventually choked out.

"Really," Rudder replied, forcing as much sarcasm as he could into that single word.

"Yeah, see!" Rai'ke replied with false bravado fumbling with his own belt. After a few moments he got it undone, hooked his fingers into his waistband, and pushed down his jeans and underwear together, letting them fall to the tiled floor of the bathroom. He stood there proudly, legs slightly apart, exposing himself to the otter that had confronted him.

Rudder forced back a laugh for a moment, and then let it escape. Len hadn't been lying. Proudly displayed between the fox-moogle's legs was a white furred sheath, with maybe just two inches of black cock poking free. The creature had obviously tried to keep his crotch-fluff trimmed short to emphasise his goods, but the effect had definitely been in vain. "Oh my god," Rudder said, "is that you hard?"

Rai'ke furrowed his brows, as if somehow not expecting the comeback. "No!"

Rudder was ready for the denial, and immediately countered. "You think I've never slept with a fox before? I can see your knot in your sheath, dude. You're as hard as you're going to get."

"I'm not!" Rai'ke was getting defensive, but made no attempt to reach for his trousers or otherwise cover himself.

"Prove it then. Pull back your sheath, if your knot isn't swollen then I'll admit you're bigger and leave right now."

Rai'ke narrowed his eyes, lowering his paw down to his crotch. He stroked his tip briefly, before sliding his fingertips back along the black shaft, pushing the white-furred flesh back over his heavily swollen knot with a light popping sensation.

"And what is that?" Rudder said, making an exaggerated gesture at Rai'ke's knot.

"Okay, it's hard. But I'm bigger than you."

Rudder laughed again. This was too much, but he had to admit he was starting to enjoy himself. "That is some hardcore denial you're on. You're as big as you're going to get, and I'm still way bigger soft."

"Nope!"

Rudder sighed, and reached down to take hold of his own cock. If the moogle wouldn't admit it, he'd just have to prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

It didn't take him long to get hard. As frustrating as the guy was being, the situation was starting to push a lot of the otter's buttons. The bathroom setting, the stranger in front of him staring at his cock while presenting a full three inches of black, knotted shaft acting like he was the biggest guy in the universe.

With his cock standing fully to attention, Rudder moved his webbed paw away, wiping a small bead of pre from his tip as he did so. People never believed him when he said this, but he'd honestly never measured himself. His best guess for his size was from an old friend who was a size queen, and had estimated him at just under 9" before deepthroating him. And here it was, exposed in all its glory to some uppity moogle in a public bathroom. He couldn't suppress the small twitch his dick gave when he considered his situation.

There was no mistaking the brief look of uncertainty that washed over Rai'ke's face, but it wasn't long before the denial started up again. Rudder was prepared, however.

"I mean, you're big, but I'm still bigg-ah!" Rai'ke started as Rudder stepped toward him, his fingers reaching out to stroke over the tip of Rai'ke's cock. His digits lingered for a moment before wrapping around the fox-moogle's waist and pulling him forwards until their cocks brushed together. Rudder moved forward, pressing his cock into the moogle's crotch next to Rai'ke's own minute dick, as if frotting side-by-side.

"Look," said Rudder calmly, as though explaining a simple task to a particularly stubborn employee, "look down. Look at my cock next to yours. You are barely a third of my size. I know I'm big, but you're tiny by any standards."

As soon as the word "tiny" escaped Rudder's lips, he felt Rai'ke's cock throb against his own. Len had been right, Rai'ke really did like being mocked.

Rai'ke started to make more sounds of denial, and Rudder was hit with a wave of inspiration. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his phone, and aimed it down at their cocks pressed together. He held it there for a moment, waiting for the Rai'ke to object, but all that came was another throb from the fox-moogle's knot. Rudder snapped the photo.

It really did look ridiculous - nine inches of thick, uncut otter pressed against three inches of vulpine cock, knot flared. The kind of image that would spread around humiliation chat rooms like wildfire if it ever got out, not that Rudder would let that happen. He held his phone in front of Rai'ke's face, letting him see the preview.

"Before you object again, how about this? I think you've guessed, but Len told me about you. How about we get him to adjudicate? He can be an independent judge." Rudder pulled the phone away from Rai'ke's eyes, and mimed typing in a message.

"N-no!"

"Why?" Rudder said, putting on his smuggest grin, "I know he's seen you naked before, he seems like the perfect choice."

"He wouldn't be fair, he likes to mock me." Rai'ke avoided eye contact, immediately looking sideways at the floor as he spoke.

"He likes to mock you because you have a tiny cock." Rudder replied in the same matter-of-fact tone, and immediately felt the warm throb of Rai'ke's dick against his. He pushed on, "Maybe I should circle your dick in this photo when I send it? He might not see it otherwise". Another throb.

"F-fine." Rai'ke mumbled.

Rudder stepped back. It was clear the fox-moogle was blushing under his thick white fur, and evidently he'd enjoyed the teasing more than Rudder realised because a thick bead of pre still joined Rai'ke's tip to the spot a third of the way along Rudder's shaft. Rudder put on his smuggest grin and replied. "Fine?"

"You're bigger than me.' Rai'ke said quietly, his eyes wandering back up from the floor and fixing on Rudder's cock.

"Sorry, that's not going to cut it anymore. You have to say you're small."

"What?"

"Admit that you're small. Say it."

Rai'ke shuffled his feet. "I'm small."

"Say 'I have a tiny cock'"

Rai'ke grimaced, and looked momentarily annoyed. His cock, on the other hand, had started to leak pre even more heavily, the clear fluid dripping on the floor. "I have a tiny cock."

Rudder grinned happily, wrapping his paw back around Rai'ke's waist and leading him over to the sinks and the large, wall-sized mirror mounted behind them. The fox-moogle went willingly, even going as far as to step out of the crumpled pile of his trousers as they lay on the bathroom floor.

When the fox-moogle moaned softly with the pleasure of being handled like that, Rudder moved his paw back to the fox-moogle's cock, smearing the pre back over the shaft and making a show of jerking Rai'ke off with only a finger and thumb in the reflection.

Rudder nuzzled playfully into the fur behind the fox's ears and whispered "See? It feels good to admit that you're small, doesn't it?"

Rai'ke groaned, his cock tensing as the otter's fingers slid back over his diminutive length and down over his knot. Rudder slipped his spare paw from Rai'ke's waist and reached for his phone again. Framing the photo nicely with both of their faces in short - Rai'ke blushing heavily, Rudder grinning - he snapped another photo, then switched it over to record.

"See that?" he said, nuzzling down at Rai'ke's ears again, "I'm going to show that to Len anyway. I think he'll get a kick out of it."

'N-no..." Rai'ke objected, although his cock twitched against Rudder's fingers.

"It'll be up to him what he does with it. Maybe he'll share it more, would you like that? It's so small it'll probably end up in fetish chats. The whole world will know what a tiny dick you have. People on the street might even recognise your face and instantly know what a nubby little thing you have between your legs."

The threat worked even better than Rudder could have hoped. Between his thumb and forefinger, Rai'ke's cock throbbed, and the moogle moaned deeply. The first two shots of Rai'ke's cum neatly painted the sink, but the rest of his load cleared them entirely and splattered against the mirror.

Rudder smiled, holding the panting fox-moogle against him, admiring the scene reflected in the cumstained mirror before stopping the recording. "Damn, you little guys always shoot hard."

Leaving the moogle panting and blushing over the sinks, Rudder walked back across the bathroom to Rai'ke's discarded clothing. With a grin he used the fox-moogle's underwear to clean the cum from his fingers, and then stooped down to slip a handwritten note with his phone number into the pocket of the discarded trousers.

Finally Rudder pushed his own cock, still hard, into his trousers. The bulge was obscene, but he was fairly sure that his erection would have subsided by the time he got back to the ground floor of the shopping centre. He pictured Swisher at home. The hyena would definitely be up and about, probably writing, and Rudder now had an entire day of tension to unload into him at the first opportunity.

He turned to Rai'ke. "Clean up the mess, will you? The cleaners don't get paid enough to deal with that."

Rai'ke nodded weakly, and Rudder left, shutting the door behind him.