Float Like a Fighter, Sting Like a Tank
FREEBIES #25: Military Protocol Edition!
This was one of the stories I wrote on a live stream. I randomly picked people watching to get a story using any characters or situations they wanted that fit the theme.
Stories should involve military in some fashion, whether it's knights and prince(sse)s during the Middle Ages, sci-fi Space Marines battling the forces of evil, or anything in between!
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Round 3: Malooooooooooooooo
"Reminder: Yellow alert will continue indefinitely," a scratchy voice announced over the intercom.
"Yeah, yeah, we know, you've been telling us for two weeks now!"
Maloo grunted, muscles straining all along the massive cougar's body, as shi hefted a plate of con-steel weighing several tons and held it to the underside of a damaged fighter.
Clad only in a pair of tight-fitting overalls, shi was an impressive specimen. The denim wrapped over hir chest, barely managing to get above hir thick nipples. The straps over hir shoulders were pushed to the sides and strained constantly, always in danger of snapping off. In the middle, the fabric outlined hir powerful belly clearly, while just below the bulge of hir maleness was very visible. A set of orbs under the ridge, unmistakably hir testicles, rode up and down hir thighs when shi walked. The short legs of the overalls came down to mid-thigh, outlining hir hamstrings every time shi strained to lift another heavy piece of equipment. Bare feet, huge and broad, stepped surprisingly lightly over the floor. As big as shi was, shi learned how to walk silently in order not to wake hir crew mates up at night.
All around the hangar, spacecraft waited for repairs. Sparks from welders and drills flew. Machinery ground and jangled, echoing through the cavernous space. Dozens of people clambered over ships as large as four story buildings; others worked on smaller ships, from ten passenger troop transports to single-person jets like the one Maloo attended.
The cougar grunted as shi held the massive plate of armor in one paw and used the other to heft a huge bolt-drill. Normally the drill was attached to a lift and maneuvered into place due to its size and weight, but the giant cougar had little trouble using it in a single paw. Hir biceps bulged obscenely as shi pushed it up against the plate. Electricity flared from the tip of the bolt-drill, making the cougar's fur stand on end. After several dozen "shunk-shunk-shunk-SHUNK" sounds, the plate was firmly bolted to the underside of the damaged fighter. The drill worked by discharging electrocurrent through the plate, magnetizing it so that the bolt, made of the same material, was pulled through to the other side, creating a secure lock that couldn't be dislodged by anything short of an armor penetrating missile.
Maloo dropped the bolt-drill to the floor with a clang and hauled hirself on top of the fighter. The massive cougar was a one-feline fixing machine. Where it would normally take three people, several cranes, and eight hours, the hyper-muscled cougar could do in a few minutes. Shi was invaluable to the ship, which meant little besides long hours.
The cougar breathed heavily, grunting as her overalls scratched up and down over hir thick nipples, which tented out the front a few extra inches beyond hir enormous breasts.
At just over eleven feet tall, the feline was nearly as big as the fighters on which shi typically worked. Now shi crouched and, thighs straining, lifted out the contra-gravity warp drive by hirself. Doing a squat lift that displayed exactly how powerful shi was, the huge cougar hefted it over hir head and dropped it onto hir shoulder.
The entire factory floor trembled when Maloo hopped off the fighter, landing with a boom on the floor underneath. Shi gingerly set the engine down on hir workbench and leaned over it.
Optics in hir eyes focused in on the machinery, zooming until shi could see the filament wire wrapping in and out of the circuitry. With a few deft moves, the feline had the engine open, its guts exposed, and was wrist deep in it when shi heard a cough behind hir.
Annoyed at being interrupted, the cougar pulled hir dirty paws out of the engine and turned.
Shi had to look down, down, down, to see the small mouse who had interrupted hir. He was a pilot, of course - pilots had to be under five-foot-four or they couldn't fit into the cramped compartments of the single-engine fighters. The mouse was so small he barely came up to Maloo's hips, even counting his abnormally large ears.
"What is it?" the cougar snapped.
The pilot ignored hir anger and pointed at his ship.
"You're taking care of her good, right?"
Maloo rolled hir eyes. Pilots treated their ships better than they treated their children. The huge cougar turned away from the mouse and refocused hir optics back on the engine.
"Yeah, it'll be fine, a few more hours."
The mouse brushed some dust from his dark blue jumpsuit. It was lined in gold, with twin gold braids on either shoulder indicating he was a veteran.
"It's just... she's temperamental if you don't treat her right, you know?"
"Yeah, well, so am I!"
That seemed to work. The mouse remained silent as he watched the massive feline rebuild vital engine components. Shi could hear him, of course, shuffling around and trying to peer up over the edge of the specially-built workbench - much too tall for anyone else on the ship to use but hir.
Shi couldn't stand his helicoptering. Rounding on him, spanner in hand, the huge cougar glared witheringly at the much smaller male.
"Yes, pilot?"
The sarcasm on his title was unmistakable and the mouse winced.
"I'm just... I don't want to leave her alone, you know?"
Maloo, not for the first time around pilots, rolled hir eyes. Still, the mouse was nervous about his ship, which was understandable. But, she thought, I have the best repair record of any mechanic on the blessed ship!
Shi sighed and pressed hir fingers to the bridge of hir muzzle.
"Alright, you can stay. Just try not to get in the way, okay?"
The pilot nodded happily. There was an unwritten rule that, if asked, pilots would leave the mechanics to their jobs. Maloo never had to ask - a glare or two was enough to send even the cockiest shuttle-jockey running back to their bunks.
The massive cougar reached out and wrapped hir fingers into the back of the mouse's jumpsuit. He squeaked as shi easily lifted him, then plopped him on the workbench next to the engine.
Immediately he peered into the inner workings, blocking Maloo's view. The huge feline sighed and shook hir head. Pilots knew how to push buttons; they didn't know how to make their ships work.
"Oh, the central hypercompressor blew out, which caused a cascading failure in the energy positron matrices. That's why I couldn't do the double-round on those bastards."
Maloo stared, open muzzled, at the tiny rodent. He'd barely glanced at the insanely complicated innards before diagnosing exactly what the problem was.
"You know," he continued, "if you bypass the solar shielding and connect the temporal shaft to the hydrostasis coolant valve, you can fix this in half the time."
A slow, stupid grin spread over Maloo's muzzle. Huge arms reached out and, for the second time, the small mouse squeaked as he was pulled into a massive hug. The cougar squeezed him firmly into hir chest, inadvertently causing hir cleavage to entirely consume the struggling pilot.
By the time shi set him down, the pilot was grinning just as goofy and staring, awestruck, at the cougar's oversized chest. The overalls left little to the imagination on the oversized feline.
"I cannot believe it... a pilot who knows his shit," Maloo said admiringly.
The mouse grinned back at hir. "I was a wrenchie on my first tour before I got pulled for pilot training," he said. "Did a lot of engine work in the big ones - only one who could fit down the crawlspaces."
"You worked on N-class? The Titans?" Maloo asked, a note of awe in hir voice.
The N-classes were the largest ships in the fleet except for the capitol classes, which could only be worked on in dockyards in space. They were the most technologically advanced, the most complicated, and the most fun to fix. They had four engines, brimmed with guns, and were, unfortunately, too small still for Maloo to fit inside.
"Yeah... had a lot of fun on those," the pilot said. "When I became a pilot, I made sure to read up on what I was flying. What's the point of being a pilot if you can't help fix your own ship?"
Maloo sniffed and wiped hir eyes.
"I think I love you," shi whispered.
The pilot grinned and glanced back at his ship.
"Sorry, love, I'm taken."
With the mouse's help, Maloo quickly finished fixing the engine. His name - Lieutenant Timothy Marker - came up in conversation. Maloo formally introduced hirself as well.
The mouse gaped when the cougar lifted the engine off the table and clambered back up onto the fighter, lowering it down into its position with hir bare, grease-stained paws. Clamps and hoses automatically clamped into place; the cougar double-checked all connections before closing the compartment.
The big cat hopped off the small fighter and patted its side.
"I think she's good to go."
Marker smiled up at the cougar and shook his head.
"Can't believe you're able to do that."
Maloo flexed both arms, curling them up so that the massive balls of hir biceps rippled under hir short-cropped fur. Shi liked to show off now and then, and was pleasantly surprised to see the pilot pitch quite the tent in his jumpsuit.
"I'm off duty now - you were my last ship tonight," Maloo said. "I'm gonna get some grub. Wanna join me?"
The mouse blinked and dragged his eyes away from Maloo's powerful arms and nodded. Maloo smiled. Shi didn't really expect it to go anywhere beyond a meal, but the mouse was a treat - the only pilot shi'd met who shi could talk mechanical with.
The mess deck for all the crew members, officers and enlisted alike, was several flights down, near the quarters. Maloo had hir own table raised several feet off the floor so that shi could sit with hir legs beneath it. It sat at the end of a row of regular tables; Marker took the nearest one so they could talk during the meal.
While technically Marker was an officer, mechanics never bothered much with formality around them. Maloo couldn't remember the last time shi'd called anyone "sir." Pilots usually didn't mind. And any that complained found their ships held for additional "repairs."
After eating, Maloo realized shi was very much enjoying the mouse's company. Despite the difference in size, he didn't seem intimidated by hir physically and certainly not mentally. He was good conversation, funny, confident, and knew almost as much about how ships worked as Maloo did. He gaped at the amount of food the cougar put away. Shi required over eight full trays before shi was finally satisfied with the size of the meal. He took less than half a tray before settling back and patting his stomach contentedly.
When they stood up to leave, Maloo was honestly sad to have to say goodbye. But shi was tired and only had ten hours before hir next shift started.
So the big cougar was surprised when the small mouse twitched his ears, looked down at his black books, and asked, in a very quiet voice, whether Maloo needed any company for the night.
The cougar's tail stopped weaving back and forth and hung down over the back of hir legs. Hir muzzle dropped and a slow grin spread. Hir bare paws - no shoes would fit, at least none issued by the navy - shifted on the smooth metal floor.
Fraternization was technically forbidden. Especially between officers and enlisted, like the mouse and hir. All pilots were officers by default; all mechanics enlisted. But the navy knew their people needed to let off steam and generally looked away, especially in Maloo's case. Well, except for that one general... shi still heard the jokes about how that general earned a medal for bravery that night.
Maloo purred gently - still loud and bassy - and nodded to the mouse, who grinned shyly up at hir.
"Follow me," shi said.
Owing to hir size, Maloo was the only mechanic to get a bunk room to hirself. Normally two people shared one of the small rooms, but the cougar occupied most of it by hirself. Instead of the normal metal frame bed, shi had three mattresses laid out on hir floor. Spare coveralls were stacked in the corner, along with books - few of which dealt with anything but ship specifications and repairs - and a small entertainment display. There was no room for furniture.
Maloo had to duck to clear the top of the hatch of the bunkroom. Marker didn't have that problem. The mouse inhaled sharply when he stepped inside and Maloo closed the hatch behind him. The room reeked of cougar, despite the air filters and recyclers.
Almost immediately, Maloo stripped off hir soiled overalls. The grease smelled sharp in the small room until the big cougar shoved them down a small hatch, where they'd be sucked into the laundry chutes.
Naked, the cougar was even more impressive. Heavy breasts hung over hir taut belly. Thick abdominal muscles protruded from hir soft white fur, sharply outlined and crossed with veins. Huge thighs flexed as shi sat down on the mattresses. Between them, a massive sheath hung, solid and firm, larger than the mouse's head. Each round, fuzzy testicle, taut and firm, was bigger than the entertainment display mounted on the wall behind hir.
The mouse's jumpsuit tented at the crotch again as he stared at hir, short muzzle dropped open, whiskers twitching.
Maloo laughed and crooked a finger, beckoning him over. He didn't need a second invitation and unzipped his flight suit, stripping it off as he walked towards hir. His boots clattered off the floor by the time he stood near hir giant feet.
He was attractive, for being so small. Maloo rarely had the chance to play with the smaller males, who were usually petrified of hir size. He was slim, not skinny, with smooth muscles under his thin gray fur. No really visible muscles, just an overall fitness Maloo found attractive on him. His long pink tail, now free of the jumpsuit, flexed and curled behind him.
"So... um... what can we, uh... do?" Marker asked, ears flicking in embarrassment.
"Whatever you want," Maloo purred, leaning back and spreading hir legs.
Shi reached for him and caught one of his slender arms in hir paw, then pulled him forward, until he toppled forward into hir plush belly fur. His ears tickled the undersides of hir breasts as he wriggled up against hir eagerly.
Maloo grinned as shi watched him clamber up onto hir belly, straddling it, and wrap his arms around hir chest, hugging himself into hir cleavage. The little guys always seemed to go right for the boobs.
The cougar slid hir paw down Marker's backside, stroking him as shi purred pleasantly. The mouse was eager, no doubt - already hard, shi could feel his erection against hir stomach as he stretched his head up and kissed over one of hir nipples. Maloo shivered as shi felt him teasingly nip the sensitive, bare flesh.
Inch after inch after inch of fat cougar cock slowly pushed free of hir huge sheath, crawling up hir belly. Marker didn't notice until he felt the head bump up between his thighs. When he looked back and saw it, the mouse jumped and squeaked in alarm, thinking for a moment Maloo might actually try to be fitting it inside of him.
"Relax, Marker," the cougar said, purring with amusement.
The mouse glanced up at hir sheepishly before resuming his exploration of hir enormous breasts. Maloo leaned back against the wall with a contented sigh, still petting the small male, and shivered as shi grew fully erect.
Hir cock was thick around in the middle as Marker and nearly as tall. The black flesh throbbed warmly against hir belly and Marker's legs, reacting to the squirming touch of the mouse's body. The mouse groaned lustily and wriggled his way between Maloo's breasts. The cougar grinned and used hir large paws to squeeze hir breasts together, smothering Marker in cleavage.
When he finally got out of it, the mouse moved upwards, hips laying between Maloo's breasts. He nuzzled at her mouth, going for a kiss. Maloo was surprised, and impressed, and lowered hir lips towards him. Marker groaned as he felt his entire muzzle surrounded by hir tongue and ground his hips into hir fur eagerly. When Maloo pulled back, half the mouse's head was covered in hir saliva.
"Oops... sorry," shi said, grinning hugely.
Marker didn't reply. The mouse just slid back down, speechless as he played over hir body like shi was a jungle gym. He straddled hir massive erection, squeezing it with his legs, and wrapped his arms around it, able to just clasp his hands together on the other side. He kissed and nuzzled over the tip, under the ridge of the crown, and continued to hump at it eagerly.
"There's so much of you," he moaned, panting. "I don't know where to start!"
Maloo shivered and stroked his backside slowly. "You're doing just fine..."
Marker kept teasing the giant cougar's shaft, until thick beads of clear pre-cum spilled out of the tip and dripped into Maloo's belly fur. The mouse tasted it and moaned again, eagerly, and buried his muzzle into the slit at the center of the head. Maloo's hips jerked at that sudden teasing and more thick globs of pre-cum pushed out around Marker's head, soaking his face completely.
Maloo teased hir fingers between Marker's rump, though even hir fingers were far too large to do much. Still, the mouse appreciated it and ground his hips down against hir happily as he pulled his muzzle free, slurping thick pre-cum from his lips and cheeks.
"God!" he gasped, shuddering at the scent.
"Wanna try something?" Maloo asked, grinning hugely.
Shi pushed Marker's shoulders down, guiding him until he was on his feet between hir massive thighs. With both paws, shi lifted up hir huge balls, exposing the puffy pink feminine sex underneath. Marker glanced up at hir incredulously, then back at his package - impressive for a mouse his size - before staring at hir lips again. Maloo purred at him encouragingly.
Marker stepped forward tentatively, chest pushing into hir large nuts. He didn't need to guide himself - hir opening was too large to miss.
Maloo purred happily as shi felt him enter. He was small, of course, but everyone was small to hir, and shi'd learned to enjoy what shi could get. Marker gasped as shi squeezed around him, drawing hir thighs close to hug him tightly.
Marker's paws left hir huge nuts and slipped underneath. Maloo's muzzle opened in a large "O" of pleasure as shi felt both of his paws slide into hir pussy, joining his cock in the warm tightness. The big cougar bit hir lower lip, spread hir legs again, and groaned lustily as thick streams of pre-cum pumped from the tip of hir erection.
"Oh, Marker!"
The mouse grinned as he pushed his arms forward, paws clasped together inside hir, until he was up to his elbows. His hips thrust forward awkwardly, but he was flexible enough to accomplish the task. Maloo shuddered and moaned - shi hadn't felt so full in years, not since that general.
Hir shaking paws suddenly released hir ponderous nuts. They whumped down over top the mouse, forcing him to bend over. They pulled up tight to hir body, full as they were, grinding him in against hir feminine sex, so that his face pushed against the outer lips. He writhed underneath those heavy orbs, cock and arms deeper than ever as the warm weight pinned him down.
Maloo struggled to lift them again, overcome by feelings of lust and pleasure. When shi managed to get them up, Marker lurched backwards and took a ragged breath.
Before the big cougar could apologize, Marker groaned deeply and humped at hir wildly. There was no way he could do much damage, and the way he was squirming around inside hir with his arms made Maloo's head spin. Having not been treated so well in so long, the cougar didn't take long to peak. Hir pussy clamped tight around Marker's arms, making the mouse startle. A moment later, a gush of clear feminine juices soaked down Marker's chest and belly. Maloo let out a deep groan of pleasure, loud enough to fill the entire room and make Marker's large, sensitive ears ring.
The cougar flexed hir hips, grinding hirself against Marker's arms and cock, gasping and shuddering as hir orgasm washed over hir. Marker continued his best to keep stimulating hir, until hir paws reached down and grabbed for him eagerly.
Shi pulled him up, between hir breasts, and licked at his neck and cheek with hir huge rough tongue. Marker giggled and wriggled in hir grip, then squeaked in alarm as shi gripped his hips and lifted him, squirming, into the air above hir head. Shi opened hir jaws wide and leaned forward.
Marker's eyes opened wide, then relaxed into a glassy, contented stare. Moans and squeaks erupted from his muzzle as Maloo slowly used hir broad, dripping tongue on his crotch and belly. A single lick could cover most of his midsection, in fact, and the giant cougar eagerly went at it. The mouse wriggled in hir paws, legs kicking wildly as shi wrapped hir jaws around his middle and pushed hir tongue forward, grinding the muscle into Marker's erection and nuts.
Maloo's index finger slipped under Marker's tail. The rodent stiffened as he felt hir exploring his rump; he squeaked in alarm as hir finger pressed forward. Maloo carefully kept hir claws in as shi dug the finger into his tailhole, spreading him out, while keeping hir tongue firmly against his cock the entire time.
Marker moaned and squirmed against hir paw as shi cupped his bottom, working hir finger ever deeper into his tight rump. The mouse thrust forward, then ground backwards, unable to decide which he found more pleasurable. His thin frame shook and shivered as the larger cougar's finger teased his prostate, working him to even greater heights of arousal.
The mouse closed his eyes and whined deliciously, movements stilling after a while. Finally, though Maloo was still tonguing him, fingering him, he coughed to get hir attention.
"Uh... I... uh, finished. Oooh..."
Maloo cracked open hir eyes and looked up at him, then pulled hir lips back. The mouse's member hung limply, dripping in saliva.
"Oh, Marker... sorry, I didn't notice!" Realizing how that sounded, the cougar tried to apologize, but Marker just laughed and wriggled free of hir paws, pulling off hir finger with another cute squeak.
"Don't worry about it," he said, lowering himself down to hir still throbbing erection.
Maloo meant to apologize still, but stopped short when the mouse slid over hir erection. Shi was harder than ever, hypersensitive now, and when his fingers dug into the thick black flesh of hir massive shaft, shi couldn't help but clench hir jaw and buck.
Marker nearly flew off hir body entirely and landed with a whump back on top of hir erection. He clasped his knees quickly around the sides and gasped, laughing.
"Eight seconds!" he said, struggling to hold on as the big cougar moaned lustfully and humped upwards, carrying him into the air each time.
Marker stroked and squeezed, sliding and massaging, until Maloo's eyes opened widely. Shi let out a roar of pleasure as hir cock stiffened completely, hard as a tree trunk against Marker's body. The mouse watched, gaping in amazement, as the huge tip expelled a giant gout of white, pungent cum. It splattered over Maloo's breasts, soaking the fur instantly. Thick cum ran down between hir cleavage and over hir sides in rivulets as another blast rocketed out the head.
The huge erection flexed under Marker's body, lifting him up and down. On each upwards movement, another blast of cum, ending by the time the thick cock slapped back down against Maloo's body.
Soon most of the cougar's front was soaked. Marker even got in on it, diving his head in front of the spray to get a taste. Seed flooded his muzzle and filled his nose, forcing him to pull back, coughing and hacking.
Maloo's giant paws circled his body then, clamping him heavily to hir shaft. Shi pulled him up and down roughly, using him to masturbate hirself for several long minutes. Marker couldn't complain - he couldn't hardly breath, let alone form words as he was crushed into the hard flesh. Maloo moaned loudly and lifted hir hips off the floor as the last jet fired, catching hir face and leaving hir muzzle dripping.
The mattresses, all three, were soaked through like sponges. Cum lay across the floor, slowly draining through the vent in the corner, specially installed for the cougar after a few too many complaints from maintenance about the wear and tear on their wet-vacs.
Maloo's grip slackened suddenly and the cougars hips thudded back into the floor. Marker panted and groaned, completely exhausted as he lay on top of the slowly softening member. Maloo used a paw to squeegee out most of the cum from hir fur, then shook hir paw clean and pulled Marker up between hir breasts again. Hir long tail curled around him, squeezing him gently as shi let out a satisfied moan.
Marker could feel hir body relaxing underneath him. Like a giant, fuzzy bed, warm and firm, he couldn't help but yawn tiredly. Hir paws rested on his backside as hir tail twined through his legs and flicked against his rump.
"Maloo... that was great," he said, lifting his head.
His only answer was a giant snore - the big cat was already fast asleep.
Marker grinned and curled himself down into hir cleavage, listening to the steady bass thump of hir heartbeat, and found himself unable to keep his eyes open. Besides hir snores, the only other noise was the trickle of cum flowing through the drain in the corner. Within minutes, he was fast asleep as well.
One thing Marker was not used to in felines were their propensity for cat naps. Less than two hours later, the huge feline was awake and pawing at him insistently, until shi got him up and aroused. By the time they finished, Marker couldn't even stand on his own.
By the second and third time, the little mouse ended draped over Maloo's belly, using hir giant, flaccid cock as a blanket, and praying shi'd sleep till morning.
Of course, when the morning bells echoed through the ship, Marker found his blanket had turned into a raging case of morning wood. With Maloo still asleep, the mouse turned and, laying underneath the shaft, squeezed it firmly, stroking as best he could, until the big cougar was twitching and moaning in hir sleep. Hir eyes opened slowly and shi smacked hir lips, then realized what Marker was doing and purred happily.
Hir paws descended towards him and pulled him up, flipping him over so that shi could kiss his messy, cum-stained body. Shi started at his head, then moved down to his face and neck. Marker giggled and squirmed, but shi held him tightly, kissing hir way down his chest and slim belly.
Shi paused when shi got to his waist.
"Uh..."
The mouse managed to uncross his eyes long enough to look down as well. His body went rigid in shock at what he saw.
For being less than five and a half feet tall, Marker was nicely hung, just over six inches. Now, however, nearly a foot and a half of mouse-cock stood proudly at attention, jutting from his hips like a baseball bat. The tip of the head bobbed in the air, rising to full height as they both stared, disbelieving. It was just higher than his nipples. His nuts were larger as well, hanging down over his thighs. Altogether he was longer and thicker than before.
"Side effects?" Marker whispered, eyes wide.
The huge cougar growled and leaned back, shoving Marker down between hir spread legs. Shi didn't know how exactly it had happened and shi didn't much care. Already the cougar's pussy was hot and wet, eager to try out the mouse's expanded tools.
Marker, for his part, was just as eager, if confused about his growth spurt. As Maloo pulled hir heavy testicles up, giving the small rodent space to work, Marker pushed forward, sliding the thick tip of his newly grown erection into the cougar's damp sex.
Shi moaned lustily at the increased size and thickness, definitely able to feel it now. Marker pistoned forward, slamming it in deeply. Maloo leaned hir head back and sighed beatifically, not having had such a deep fuck since shi could remember. Hir legs trembled and hir paws shook as they held hir nuts up.
When Marker suddenly pulled free, leaving strands of hir fluids and his connecting his cock to hir aching lips, shi glared down at him, unhappy for the interruption.
When he spoke, however, hir eyes lit up.
"Roll over," he said simply, grinning from ear to ear.
The big cat did so carefully but quickly, and rested hir head on hir forearms as shi felt Marker lean in behind hir. Hir cock had ended up pointing straight behind on the floor, so that the mouse had to straddle the length. His knees and thighs pushed into hir heavy nuts as his arms struggled to lift hir long, heavy tail out of the way. Shi helped him by flicking it back, exposing hir sex fully.
The mouse moaned deliciously as he leaned forward, inhaling hir scent as though for the first time. Maloo felt spurts of pre-cum sink into hir thick fur, but when the mouse pushed forward, he wasn't filling hir pussy. He was going for something tighter.
Maloo let out a satisfied groan of pleasure as Marker sunk deeply into hir rump. Hir tailhole tingled warmly and clenched rhythmically around his erection sucking it in and holding it tightly. Maloo shuddered and glanced over hir shoulder at the mouse, eying him closely, reappraising any previous opinions shi held of the unassuming male.
Nobody had dared try that with hir before - intimidated by hir size or sex, shi'd had to work to convince them to try with hir. Not Marker. The impressive rodent was more than willing to take charge, even if he was half hir size and a quarter hir weight.
Hir thoughts were pumped right out of hir head as the mouse hilted in hir, pulled back, and hilted again, using every advantage his newly increased size gave him to pleasure hir. Maloo groaned and buried hir muzzle in hir arms, back arching and ass pushing firmly back into Marker.
Maloo even felt the mouse smack hir rump a few times, though they felt like the gentlest of swats, shi still appreciated the sentiment.
Marker pulled free of hir rump, still hard. Without waiting, he slammed back into hir dripping pussy. Maloo cried out at the unexpected thrust and clenched hir rump around his shaft. What had gotten into Marker? He was wild now, completely wild, and Maloo was loving every moment.
It took only another minute or two before Maloo felt Marker hold himself inside hir. There was no missing his orgasm this time - the mouse's flood of seed was warm and wet. His fingers twined into hir fur as he held himself close against hir rump, leaning over so that his muzzle breathed hotly into the small of hir back.
"Oh, Marker... that was wonderful," Maloo moaned.
Shi shivered, feeling hir satisfied tailhole and pussy clench at the same time as the mouse slowly pulled himself backwards, leaving a few extra spurts of seed across the cougar's bottom when he popped free.
Maloo pushed hirself up onto hir hands and knees and turned around. Hir tail wrapped around Marker's hips, pulling the mouse forward. Maloo licked his face slowly, first one cheek, then the other, purring devilishly the whole while. Marker shivered and moaned as Maloo subtly turned him around, until he was facing the floor and hir heavy breasts rested on his backside.
"Maybe I should return the favor," the huge feline purred into his large ears.
Marker's eyes snapped open at that and he wriggled, trying to get away, but Maloo simply lowered hirself more firmly down atop him.
"Better relax," shi cautioned, lowering hir hips.
Marker groaned as he felt the huge tip of the cougar's shaft grind over the back of his thighs and the underside of his tail. He grinned and shook his hips, realizing it was impossible for hir to fit, so he may as well play along.
Maloo, feeling him relax, leaned up onto hir knees and slid hir paws down his backside until shi was firmly holding his hips. Hir fingers wrapped around his front, leaving hir thumbs free to dig into his slender butt and pull the cheeks apart.
Marker felt a few warm splashes of pre-cum drizzle down between his cheeks, then the unmistakably massive tip of hir shaft grind down again.
Soon Marker's entire backside was a mess of thick pre-cum as the cougar pleasured hirself, grinding forward and dragging hir immense erection back and forth over Marker's lower body. Finally, realizing how close shi was, Maloo pulled the mouse's legs apart and pressed between them, then knelt up, lifting Marker into the air as he sat on the base of hir shaft, legs dangling off the sides.
Marker leaned back, arms up to cup Maloo's chest, as the big feline manually masturbated with both paws wrapped tightly around hir erection. Hir hips thrust rhythmically, bouncing Marker up and down as he rode hir out, until the huge cougar let out a roar of pleasure and came thickly, shooting streams of fluid across the room to splatter against the opposite wall.
As Maloo collapsed onto hir backside, Marker stayed where he way, laying limply over hir belly, head between hir firm breasts, enjoying hir warmth and scent.
"You ever... EVER... need repairs... you come to me," Maloo said.
Marker giggled as he felt hir rumbling purrs vibrating outwards from the pit of hir chest.
They were both late to their shifts and Marker smelled little like a mouse. He also needed to borrow a larger jumpsuit better able to accommodate an eight-inch-flaccid member and the slight potbelly he'd developed during the night from going back to the tap over and over. But nobody asked questions. Nobody ever asked eleven-foot-tall cougars - or the company they kept - those kinds of questions.
FIN