Dick Didn't Know
"Alright, boys, that's it for today! Good job!" The coach clapped a few times and turned away, leaving the Springdale High cheerleading squad to practically collapse in exhaustion, laughing a bit amongst themselves. Their coach was renowned for being a hardass, but it was true he got results. They had some really impressive routines in the works for the next big game.
At least, that's what their little audience seemed to think. A round of applause and whistles picked up from the stands where the coach had left off, a handful of fellow students getting to their feet now that practice was done. Among them, Gloria Vanderkund was easily the tallest, a big grin on her face as she hopped the low wall between the stands and the field. The way the bright pink words "BEND OVER" on the tigress' t-shirt bounced about as she landed must have brought every eye to her generous, obviously unrestrained bosom for a moment as she made her way onto the field. She didn't seem to notice.
"Great job, babe!" She called as she approached, having eyes only for her boyfriend, panting though he was with his paws on his knees. The slender field mouse managed a little smile, glancing up with a hint of red in his cheeks. A little smile for a little mouth. She loved his smile.
He straightened as she slipped through the milling cheerleaders, fiddling with his skirt. "You think so? I didn't feel like I was keeping up very well toward the end..."
"You did a wonderful job, silly boy. Anybody would be tired after all that. A little practice, and you guys will blow them away at the next game before I get a chance to!" She grinned again, giving a rich chuckle and running a big paw through his hair. She was almost two feet taller than him-- leaving him right about at eye-level with her semi-offensive shirt. The faculty had fussed about it several times, but Gloria practically carried the football team. She'd have to kill somebody to get written up, or near enough.
"Holden." The coach stepped around the bulk of tiger filling the mouse's vision. "I wanna see you in my office." He was a small, wrinkled man, his mouth permanently bent in a small, disapproving frown, which he turned on the tigress a moment before walking away. The named mouse shrunk slightly, ears wilting.
"Oh, geez... he noticed..." He murmured, fidgeting with his taut shirt. "I hope he doesn't cut me..."
"Psssh." Gloria folded her arms under her breasts, heaving the black-and-pink-adorned pair slightly into her boyfriend's face. "You'll be fine, Richy baby. You work hard, and both you and I and him know it." While Richard took a moment to blink and re-assess what she'd just said, she went on. "And besides, if he does anything mean to you... well, he'll have to answer to me." She murred, leaning in closer and raising a tensed paw. Claws seized at the air suddenly. Richard squeaked, and the tigress chuckled, slipping her arm around him.
"Oh, hush, baby. I'm sorry. But you'll be fine!" She hugged him to her side, mashing the side of his face into her breast as she smiles down at him. "Now, you better not keep him waiting. Sooner you go in, the sooner you can get out of there and you and I can get some time together..." She leaned her head down with a smile. "You know how I love watching you dancing around..." He was blushing deeply before she released him with a deep chuckle. "Off with you, now! I'll be waiting by the parking lot, alright, babe?" He stumbled off in the direction of the office, returning her wave. "Be quick, Richy baby!"
The coach was not pleased. He wasn't going to kick Richard off the squad just yet, but he put it in no unclear terms that Richard needed to put a lot more effort into his cheering if he expected to be around come the next game. Richard seemed to grow smaller and smaller in his seat under the coach's lecturing until he was finally waved away. Outside the office, Richard took a moment to straighten his shirt, tug at his skirt, and fidget with his pom poms for no clear reason before finally shuffling his way toward the locker room.
Being on the cheerleading squad already kept its members late every day practicing, and by the time he'd gotten out of the coach's office, Richard must have been the last student on school grounds, or near enough. A soft trickle of noises perked his ears as he slipped into the locker room, though. Heavy breathing. Shuffling, and a soft creak now and then. A moan. The mouse blinked, ears perked high as he peeked around the corner of a brick wall into the locker room proper.
There, on the bench, with clothes littered on the floor around them, two boys from his team were panting and pushing against each other. The dalmatian hugged the bench, whimpering and groaning in turn, his white coinpurse just visible sitting on the bench between his thighs. A black sack slapped down against it as a slim skunk rode the canine, gripping at his shoulders and half-lying on top of him. They seemed to be trying to keep quiet, but groans still seeped out, sometimes cut off halfway through.
They were having sex. Richard felt the fact hit him, like a blow to the head. His throat closed a moment in revulsion, but he clasped at the wall, backing away slightly-- to just barely peek one eye around the corner. The two were facing the other way, so he shouldn't be spotted, but... he wasn't even sure why he was watching. It was one of those train wreck moments, he decided. He just couldn't look away, it was so... bizarre! He almost wanted to slip in and get a closer look-- to see if that skunk was really using his penis on another man... But just the idea was enough to keep him right where he was. So he watched.
The skunk kept shifting about, sometimes pushing up to lie right atop his mount and hug him, shoving right down into his rear. Richard could see flashes of pink flesh like that. He really was...! Other times, the skunk shifted back to sit down on the bench, landing paws on the dalmatian's hips to give slow, firm pushes into his rear. Soft sounds tickled Richard's ears. They were whispering to each other, he realized. Finally, the dommy male pulled the dog up onto his knees, bringing his rear up in the air. There was just enough bench for him to bring his knees together on it. The skunk stood straddling the bench and started riding his fellow cheerleader roughly, soft growls rising in his belly as he gripped the dalmatian's hips. Richard was blushing steadily watching all this-- especially as their moans rose. They seemed to be nearing climax... The thrusts picked up speed, and they rode together, nearly on the edge of throwing the dalmatian off the narrow bench.
But they collided with a sharp cry, and stopped. The skunk's hips ground in, his rear flexing tightly as he pushed and pushed and pushed against that doggy butt without drawing an inch. A moment of silence passed in thick tension, and suddenly, they both let heavy breaths go, panting noisily. Richard shivered, stepping back quietly as he could. His panties were very cramped-- and his skirt was tented! Blushing heavily, he turned and scampered away, out of the gym, as quietly as he could.
The sun was setting. Richard panted softly as he made his way around the gym toward the parking lot, stopping a moment at the corner to take a deep breath. ~Go down!~ He waited until he was satisfied before finally rounding the corner. There, sitting on the hood of her massive, red convertible, waited Gloria with a big smile. A simple black tee with its questionable label and a rough pair of jeans struggled to contain her massive form. She was heavily built, but neither muscle nor fat won out to any particular degree-- although her breasts were nearly legendary among the student body, be it for their sheer volume, their unquestionable firmness, or their constant disregard for the common sense of wearing a bra. And just as she strained her shirt, so too did she put her jeans to the test every day with the thick bulge in the crotch. The denim had been trained over many days of struggling to take a new, swollen shape, one thick, vertical bulge running the length of her zipper with a heavy dome pushing out and down to either side. The bulge sat on the hood of her car the way she sat now, legs spread wide. She laughed, waving dismissively at something her friend had said.
A black vixen shrugged and smirked at her before laying her arm around the shoulder of a colt, who smiled shyly, glancing around-- and spotting the approaching field mouse. He spun to his girlfriend with a little flare of his skirt, looking up at her and over to Richard with a pointing finger. Gloria looked up, and gave a big grin full of teeth.
"Richy baby! It's about time, I thought he was gonna keep you the night at this rate." She waved him over, and he managed a little smile as he joined them. She pulled him up on the car, settling him between her legs and wrapping her arms around him, pulling her into his bosom. Those pink words bulged on either side of his head as she squeezed him up in a hug and wrapped up the conversation with her friend. He could feel the bulge in her jeans against his rear through his skirt. Pulsing slowly.
The two turned away at last, waving a little and heading for their own car, and Gloria looked down at her love with a smile. "They were nice enough to keep me company for a bit." Her smile melted into a curious little frown for a moment. "Didn't you change, baby?"
The rodent's ears perked, and he looked down and away. "Oh, um. They... locked the locker room down by the time he let me out. I can get my stuff tomorrow, though, it's no problem."
"Already? Shoot. I guess they're closing down earlier now or something..." The tigress frowned a moment longer before giving a shrug, and turning her gaze down on the mouse again. "So, how'd it go with the coach?" Her big paws rubbed over his belly slowly.
"Uh." The mouse had managed to forget about that a moment! It slowly crept over him again as he relayed the ultimatum, and Gloria fussed over him a bit before squeezing him into her bosom once again and assuring him everything would be alright. He agreed half-heartedly.
"You'll see. Now, what say we get out of here? And find somewhere a little more private..." She murred that softly, just above his ear, as that thick, taut stretch of denim throbbed against him. He blushed, and hopped down as she chuckled. "Lucky me you're even still in your cheerleading outfit..." She nearly purred as she stepped around to take the driver's seat. She smirked at him as he plopped into the passenger's seat, and the car roared to life. "I dunno if I'll even make it home..."
Richard smiled shyly, and glanced out the window, at the gym. Better to put it out of his mind for now. All of it... The car rolled out of the parking lot, and the rodent's slender little paw slipped over to see about undoing what must have been an industrial strength zipper.
Throaty purrs rose in the car, and Gloria murred, "I'm so lucky to have you, Richy." She gave a heavy sigh as she swung free of her zipper, nearly whacking the steering wheel before her boyfriend caught it. He'd learned to watch out for that long ago. Richard glanced around a moment before leaning down. In the dusk light, the glare was heavy on the windshield. Nobody would see... probably.
Gloria loved Richy's tiny little mouth. She loved his cute little smiles, and she loved it when he got upset and pouted at her. She didn't know how many of their fights had been resolved simply by suddenly turning into a sexy romp. She loved watching him take tiny little bites of food, and she loved the way he talked so softly, like his mouth could only hold so much sound. But most of all, she loved how his mouth looked stretching as wide as it could around her cock. She loved watching him stretch his lips wide around her thick cockhead, dragging them over every rubbery little nub on the brunt of that feline dick. She loved the way his mouth could barely contain her entire cockhead-- one side dragged across the roof of his mouth, and the other practically pinned his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. She felt her pre ooze into his mouth and wash up around her cock with nowhere to go.
But none of this stopped him. Richy dragged that little tongue over her monster as best he could, tickling her nubs, slurping along the crown, and, of course, her favorite. The first time he'd found out he could do it, she'd nearly wrecked the car. As it was, she was probably putting them both in danger-- she couldn't stop looking down at him, smiling at the look of his face stretched wide around her throbbing, pale red cock. But she'd gotten it done to her enough times to know it was coming when Richy carefully tickled her very tip with his tongue and slowly pushed it to her hole. She drew a deep breath, a broad throb of that cockhead making his jaw strain before he delicately pushed his tongue into her cumvein. A low snarl rolled through the tigress as she gripped the wheel, staring straight ahead. She wasn't going to run them into a tree, but, as happened every time he did this, they started accelerating. It might have been instincts alone that pushed her foot down on the gas, but she knew that she needed to claim her luscious little boyfriend NOW.
Tires screeched, nearly running over the curb before the car finally came to a stop-- in front of her house. A glance around, and Gloria dodged out of the car, slipping around to grab up her boyfriend. No way she was fitting in her pants now, so she pressed him to her belly, letting him feel her throb against his spine as she used him for a piece of clothing on the brisk walk up to the house. The door flew open and slammed shut, and stairs pounded below them. Richard's feet hadn't touched the ground since the car. Another door slammed shut, and Richard was flying for a brief instant. The bed interrupted him, however, and by the time he'd pushed his face out of the rumpled bedding, a great weight pressed down on the bed on either side of him, and a tigress eclipsed the fading sun, rolling over him with a rumble like a great storm of barely restrained arousal.
His skirt flipped up. His panties peeled down, and there was a pause. Then, a thick finger, coated with cold lube, abruptly slid up his taut little tailhole. He gasped suddenly, shivering a moment, and the tigress echoed him. He glanced over his shoulder. Two massive, white-furred breasts heaved slowly with deep, dragging breaths. Fat, pink tips peeked out of the thick fur, hard and pointing out to left and right. Two thick, orange-and-black striped arms flexed slowly with the smooth motions of a languorous warmup. One worked steadily at sliding that thick finger into the mouse's pert little rump. The other stroked up and down that massive tiger cock, working that cool lube the long, long way from her barbed, bulging cockhead down to her heavily veined base. Two fat, white orbs hung heavily between her legs, nudged together with not quite enough room between her thighs, even though she was straddling the mouse's legs. The tip of that cock was drooling hungrily as she stroked it, and she smoothed that pre into the lube as she went. The air was thick with her growls and the scent of her arousal-- that special mix of precum and vaginal juices, that scent that only rose when she was absolutely dying to fuck something to pieces. He was swimming in her arousal, her pure hunger to fuck him, and he could tell she was enjoying it-- enjoying, for the space of a few ragged breaths, the agony of so desperately wanting to pillage the ass of this helpless little mouse trapped under her.
A high squeak escaped him as a second finger slid in, coated in fresh lube. And a third followed soon after, making him squirm desperately as his tailhole strained to its limit around the fat digits, his own little mouse cock pushing into the bed and starting to leak. Her fingers shoved deeper, and air pushed out of him in a voiceless moan, lost in the rising growls behind him. Finally, the tigress' fingers slid out, and that was the only warning he had --just enough to draw a shaky breath-- before a thick, spined cocktip wedged into his asshole before it could quite draw closed again. A lube-stained paw wrapped around his hip as the other guided her in, a thick snarl rising behind the tigress' heavy breasts as her hips pushed to squeeze into his wide-stretched ass. His mouth spread wide, about to push out a high cry-- when the crown snapped past his tight little ring of muscle, her cockhead buried inside him. A shiver ran through him, draining his energy suddenly. She'd managed to slide it right in-- the hardest part, with how wide her head flared. Her hips shoved.
Air shoved right out of his lungs as he was filled-- that massive cock was sliding in to claim its home once again, inch after thick inch sliding through his tender little ring behind the wide swell of her barbed head. He could feel those little nubby barbs sliding through him, the tigress' cockhead burrowing deep into his body in a single powerful thrust. She drew a hint, and those barbs sunk in, dragging at his insides in the most odd, intense way, and she shoved deeper still. His body trembled from ears to tail to toes as stroke after stroke shoved into his wide-spread ass until those heavy balls of hers finally sat cozy on his thighs, pressed tight against him by her own robust rear. Finally, he let a single, long groan escape him, though it was barely audible. Gloria chuckled over him. Now they could really get started.
She yanked out, and like dozens of tiny, blunt claws, her barbs dragged across his insides. It didn't hurt, but it stimulated his bowels in the oddest way. Every time, it made a strange shiver run through him, his eyes losing focus a moment. He snapped them shut, and reached back to grab hold of two fingers on each big paw wrapped around his hips, rumpling his skirt. Her head was latched at the inside of his tailhole-- the barbs wouldn't pass that tight hole. She plowed in to the hilt, the bed rocking to slam against the wall as she roared, and the mouse's eyes snapped wide open as he was savaged by that cock. His vision blurred again, her barbs dragging at his insides, and she slammed home once more. Long, devastatingly powerful strokes plowed into the mouse's ass, putting him to the test every time. She'd draw until his ass was nearly pulled up into the air, latched around her cockhead, and she'd pound him down into the bed again, hilting in his ass and throbbing against his deepest reaches. He might have flown up off the bed each time if her paws didn't pin his hips in place. With time, her ravenous, relentless poundings smoothed into a single beat, a flow of brutal strokes claiming his hole to its very limit one after another as he struggled to breathe, clinging to her paws.
The sun was gone, and the glow was fading from the sky, slowly casting the two in darkness. All light faded from his eyes, and there was only the sound of their panting --his uneven, surging with every stroke, hers heavy and overflowing with a rattle somewhere between purrs and growls-- and the feel of her claiming him-- thrusting her flesh into his fragile little body. This was his world. Two hard points dragged up and down his back in time with the thrusts for a few strokes, before heavy, soft flesh bloomed around them, two massive breasts embracing his back as she leaned down over him. Her breath started rolling over his ears, making them twitch erratically as her pounding slowed into something more deliberate, more... thoughtful. She was most certainly purring now, her paws sliding up his sides and down around him to wrap underneath his chest. She hugged him to her, and he could feel her belly, the thick muscling under her hide, flexing against his rear and lower back as she guided slow, savory strokes into his ass. He could feel her heavy purrs vibrating against his back, subtle in the padding of her breasts, but clear and rolling up his back from her muscled abdomen. Her breath was hot on his ear, and she whispered, "you're all mine, baby... I love you..."
The rodent raised his head slightly, mouth opening, and he struggled to form words in answer. She chuckled softly, and pulled up, one long stroke grinding against his insides, sinking nice and deep as her body levered up and back. Her paws dragged up and back again, and pulled his hips up slowly as she drew back. She guided him to stick his rear up in the air, though she still straddled his legs easily, never slipping from inside him. She growled slowly as she rolled her hips about, grinding that thick mass around his insides a few moments. He could feel it building-- she was gathering herself. She took one long, slow draw, letting her barbs rake over every little ridge and detail of his insides. She drew a breath, paws tightening on his hips-- and slammed in. Cock beat against his depths abruptly, filling and overwhelming him, but she was gone again already, and shoving in a fresh stroke. Vicious, rapidfire strokes pistoned into his ass, his walls seared by those bristling barbs and his tight little ring quivering with the friction of that slick shaft pounding through it at seventy-five miles an hour. Richard's mouth hung open, and he stared at a blur that should have been a headboard.
Soft slapping noises and a slick sliding sound filled the room-- the impact of her heavy balls against his thighs, and the strain of her cock dragging through his asshole were audible in the sparse moments of silence when the tigress would swallow between gasps or snarls. Those heavy balls were slowly rising, slapping a little higher on the mouse's legs and rear each time as that white-furred sack drew taut. Claws were just teasing into his hide as the tigress' restraint wore thing, her teeth bared and her snarls nearing an almost constant roar as she pumped her throbbing, drooling cockhead through the length of the canal she'd forged in his body-- a tiger-cock-shaped space she'd carved in his anatomy with her constant, voracious pounding, this time and every other time he'd charmed her into claiming him with his quiet, gentle ways and his cute little sexual advances. Now, his body quivered under her, his face buried in her bedding, his chest absorbing the force of each blow and shoving down into the bed as he clutched at two wads of blanket, his slender back flexing slightly with each thrust. He was trying his best to push up to each monstrously powerful thrust she shoved down his reamed little hole.
She bit her lip. Her own vision was blurred a moment before her eyes closed, and her head threw back as a great roar surged from her, filling the room as she shoved in to the hilt in her adorable little boyfriend and flooded his bowels with thick gushes of her seed, her balls pumping tautly against his ass.
Just like that. They had done it the same way as...
Richard stared quietly out the window as the tigress' panting slowed over him, her breasts' heaving on his shoulders easing at last. The tigress' eyes rolled down to her well-used boyfriend, slowly registering as the lust cleared: something was wrong.
She leaned down a hint and gave his ear a gentle nip. "Baby? What's on your mind...?"
He gave a bit of a start, his ear flicking about. "O-oh... um... well..." He hesitated, but... it wasn't like it was really a secret. Not to her, anyway-- she didn't know them... So he related the tale of what had really happened after he'd left the coach's office-- slowly, and very hesitantly at first, but toward the end he built up speed and it all kind of spilled out of him. He was almost too absorbed in the recollection to notice his girlfriend giving slow throbs inside him as he recounted some details that might be considered rather juicy... "...And I just... I don't even know what to think of it. I mean, it's so... perverse! A guy using his dick on someone? And on another guy?!" He shivered-- although he didn't quite acknowledge in his mind that it was a forced response.
Gloria listened quietly. When he lapsed into silence, she tilted her head a moment, and asked simply, "well, what's wrong with that?"
"Gloria!" He craned his head around, pouting at her. "I'm being serious!"
She leaned in promptly and gave him a firm kiss on that pout-- and for a moment, it seemed to drag on in danger of disrupting the conversation altogether as she ground into his ass. But she broke it off, though her face hovered close to his. "So am I, baby..." She smiled softly. "I mean, you guys have dicks, too, even if they aren't as big as girls'... what's wrong with using them now and then? Poor things deserve a little attention, if you ask me."
His face was flushing, now. He looked away, half-burying his face in the bed. "I-- they're not meant to be used... they're just the part that would've become a real dick if I had ended up being a girl. You're not supposed to use them..."
Gloria rolled her eyes. "I know what they teach in health class. But... it works, right? I mean, it feels good when, say... I do this, right?" She grinned slowly as her paw slid under his hips, two fingers delicately stroking along the spent little cock wallowing in its puddle of cum on her bedding.
It gave a twitch of life, slowly filling out as he murred softly, "h-hey, don't--" his protest died slowly as she stroked him, soft purrs rolling against his back. The mouse shifted a hint at a time, growing anxious as he hardened. His hips started to shift, pushing back against her, then forward, against those stroking fingers. His breath was deepening.
"What do you think...? Wanna try sticking that thing somewhere?" The mouse's eyes snapped open, whipping around to search that slowly smiling face.
"Gloria...? You don't mean...? I mean..." He was blushing furiously now.
The tigress simply smiled, and slowly drew back her hips. Inch after inch of swollen tiger cock dragged out of the mouse's ass until the head caught at his ring, and she reached down, carefully squeezing behind her head to angle it right and pull out without catching on his worn little hole. A soft sigh rolled from both of them as they parted, but Gloria was only getting started. She crawled around, gathering up a few pillows and piling them at the headboard before sitting down and leaning back into the mound. Her cock hung heavy, leaving a damp stain on the bed where it lay before the confused, aroused rodent. She smiled at him again in the darkness, the soft, indirect light of a streetlamp a ways down the street casting a soft hint of a glow on everything in the room. Her paw slipped down, pulling her cock up to flop against her belly, and she pulled up her heavy sack as her legs folded up slightly, spread wide apart. Her femsex still scented the air heavily.
The mouse rose onto his knees uncertainly before her, eyes roving over her welcoming body, yet always coming back to that offered opening. He swallowed, and moved close.
A soft tittering rose between them as the little details worked themselves out-- he'd never positioned himself to hump anyone before, only to receive. But finally, his tip nestled between her warm, moist lips, a shiver running through him as his fur rose to stand on end. She was still smiling, her legs slowly drawing together to hook behind his back. He took a deep breath, and pushed.
Tight. Almost too tight. Warm. Pure pleasure danced around his tip, and he pushed deeper. His eyes watered, and his paws wrapped around her back as he thrust deeper still. A soft cry rose from the tigress, her smile breaking a moment. He blinked up at her, a sudden dread filling him, and for a moment, there was silence. He couldn't find words.
"It hurt for a second..." She murmured. "It's fine now..."
"You're sure...?"
Two heels pushed at his lower back, and he sunk in to the hilt in one sudden push, a sudden cry rising from the rodent as he clutched at her. Frenetic, rapid motion rocked the bed lightly as soft gasps and moans rolled over its surface, the two lovers wrapping around each other in a new way. The whole time, Richard stared wide-eyed into the darkness, as though examining some fascinating thing beyond the wall. He didn't last long at first... but Gloria was happy to let him try again. "As many times as you want..." she purred.
Sleep came very late that night. It hadn't taken Gloria long to get hard again with all the fun, and when Richard had finally collapsed, she decided it was very much her turn again.
The following day, Richard paused at the edge of the field, fidgeting with his pom poms. There was the skunk and the dalmatian, standing around to one side chatting softly. Richard looked down and thumbed his pom poms a moment before striding up to the two briskly. He looked the skunk in the eyes, and smiled. "Sorry," he blurted, and smiled again in embarrassment. He turned and scurried away again, leaving the two blinking curiously.