Teremok
"I'm just saying, why call them Trojan condoms? I mean, the Trojan horse allowed a bunch of seamen to get inside and rape the city. What kind of message are they sending to the virgins?"
The bartender looked at the wolf a long time, his face contracted in an expression of confusion, revulsion, and slight amusement. At last he took the beer bottle off the counter and put it in a plastic bin a bit away. "I'm sorry Xander, I'm cutting you off."
The wolf rested his head in his hand, his elbow propped up on the desk. "I'm not even drunk. Do you see why I drink now?"
"So what happened with that lioness that took you home last week?" the bartender asked, hoping to change the subject.
Xander opened his mouth to say something, but a husky that had taken a seat three stools down shouted, "Bartender. Beer. Red Corn."
Xander turned to look at the husky, stifling a yawn with his paw. The husky looked like a very typical husky, with a white front and forearms and tail, and some black over his back and head. His eyes were a beautiful green which were similar to Xander, although Xander's were a bit darker, and the husky's eyes were a bit more slanted. Xander stood up, bracing himself on the bar until he felt he was firmly planted, and took his wallet out of his back pocket. He set the money down on the bar counter. "I'm heading home, B.T.," he said.
"I totally needed to know that," the bartender muttered as he opened the Red Corn brand beer and placed it before the husky. "You're a new face, huh?"
The husky nodded curtly. "Yeah. Names Exedus."
"You can call me B.T. Everyone does, no matter what I say about it..."
The husky took a swig of his beer and nodded. "Is it normally this dead? I was kinda hoping to pick up some company for the night, you know?'
"Yeah, lotta people come in for that. Lost souls all seeking a bed and a warm body to lay upon. You gay or straight?"
"Uhm... I... uhm... G-gay..."
"No need to be nervous. We get all kinds in here. Did you like the wolf who just left? You might be able to catch him, and he's horny as a pup. A sick little puppy, but he's not hard to get to bed."
"Nah, he's not really my type." Exedus took another drink of his beer. His work pulling a sled took him far away from civilization, far into the frontier for weeks or months at a time. It was good just to sit in a warm tavern and enjoy a drink, feel the alcohol stretch through his body and warm his toes. On the frontier, he and his team drank to keep warm. Now he could just enjoy it. His toes wiggled slightly as he relaxed.
It was only early evening when Exedus had arrived. With time, the bar started to fill up. A couple rambunctious jocks came in, perhaps having just come from a local football game considering their boisterous nature and the musky scent that was now in the air. And after them, came a few professional types, all trim and well groomed, though something about them didn't appeal to the husky's desires. To be perfectly frank, he didn't much like foxes either. Preppy little dog wannabes.
"Vodka, straight."
Exedus turned to the source of the deep baritone voice. Two stools away on his left, a very large bear had taken a seat. Perhaps large wasn't even the right word. Even sitting on the stool, he was gigantic, and not just his height. He was well rounded and chubby, but not overly fat to a grotesque manner. Just the right amount of pudginess, a delightful bit of squishiness. Exedus would be lying if he said he didn't stare a bit too much, and when the bear turned and looked down at him, he quickly looked forward.
"I'm Misha," the bear said, in his rich baritone voice. He scooted over the two stools and came to sit beside the husky, who couldn't stop his tail from wagging side to side slightly.
"Exedus," the husky said quickly.
"Exedus? Nice name. Exotic."
"Heh, thanks. I chose it myself. A real man chooses his own name."
"Yeah, I'm stuck with Misha. It's like the John of where I'm from." The bear threw his head back, gulping down the shot vodka in one great gulp. Exedus watched the throat bob as the drink slipped down, the heavy gulps fascinating him, until Misha once more turned to look down at the husky and the husky looked forward, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"B.T., another vodka." And after the bartender came over and filled the shot glass, Misha looked to the husky and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"
Exedus looked down at his beer, which was only half drunk even after spending almost two hours here. He shook his head, and lacking anyone to tend to, the bartender went to the other side of the bar.
"Something wrong with your beer?" Misha asked.
Exedus looked down at it once again, and shrugged. "Eh, I'm not a heavy drinker. And, besides, now it's warm. I just come here when I'm bored. Looking for someone... someone to spend the night with."
The bear smiled. "Yeah, me too. You like vodka, little fella?"
Exedus shrugged. "I've never had it. I'm not a heavy drinker."
The bear picked up the shot of spirit that was sitting on the counter, holding it delicately between two thick fingers. Exedus reached a paw to take it, but Misha took it back and put it on the table. "You know, it might be a bit strong for someone like you." He reached into a coat pocket, and took out a blue squeeze bottle. He squirted a few drops into the vodka, causing it to take on a distinctly blueberry hue, and then he offered the glass once more.
Exedus was a little nervous taking it into his paw, both because of the strength of the spirit and the blueberry smell that radiated off it. He was not a huge fan of blueberries. But the glass did not smell that strongly of fruit, only of spirit. He tilted his head back and gulped it down with several swallows. He had just enough time to place the glass back on the bar, before his mind went dark. He didn't pass out or feel like he was falling. It was like shutting off a TV, the screen just went black.
And when Exedus' mind turned back on, he was resting somewhere soft and warm and unimaginably pleasant. It had been a good sleep. He felt more rested than he ever had in his life, but still gave a very large yawn as he sat up, and scratched an itch on his chest. Then down to his belly. And lower towards his groin. His nails brushed over the taught skin of his tense erection, and he smiled. It had been a good sleep, and he had woken up with some nice morning wood that was just aching to be taken care of.
He had just wrapped his hands around his erection, and his lips tugged into a sleepy smile, when he felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, a warm gasp of stale air blew over his shoulders. He barked in confusion, brushing his back and looking over his shoulder to see a truly enormous ursine face, a smile soft on the giant black lips. Exedus stared at the titanic face, and as the lips pulled back to reveal a carnivore's polished white teeth...
"Don't be afraid," Misha said, breath still smelling of the burning spirit he had drunk at the bar. Exedus could guess that only a few hours had passed since he had been in the bar. What had happened? What had he been slipped? He had heard about drugs on the black market that could turn a normal fur into a micro, but had never experienced such a thing, though he had dreamed about it once or twice... or every night. What was really amazing, though, was that there was no pain. No residual aches or pain or burning. He looked down at his miniscule paws, flexed his fingers almost expecting them to suddenly break off. Misha seemed content to stare for the time being. Exedus was seated on Misha's massive belly, rising and falling with the great bear's breaths. Misha was leaning forward slightly, grey eyes focused on the miniscule husky, the gusts of his breath occasionally causing Exedus to fall back.
"How do you like it," Misha asked. His voice was low enough that it caused only mild pain in the husky's sensitive ears. Exedus looked up at the grey eyes, which were each larger than his head. He flinched as Misha lifted one gigantic hand, and then erected a lone finger. The padding was just the right size to stroke Exedus' back, though if Misha meant to knock him down or not, he wasn't sure. Either way, he suddenly found himself laying on his front, half buried into the thick, soft belly fur of the bear. He tried to push himself back to all fours, but the finger was firm against him, keeping him pinned despite how much he wiggled, and he wiggled a lot. His morning wood was pressed into the soft, yielding fur of the bear. He was so warm, and so soft, and he smelled so wonderful that Exedus pressed his muzzle down into the pelt and breathed deep, as he wiggled his hips side to side, grinding his aching shaft into the warmth.
Misha chuckled. Although he couldn't feel it, the way the little black and white dog's body wiggled and humped, he knew exactly what he was doing. He pinched the husky's tail with a delicate pair of fingers, and lifted him off the warm fur. Exedus wiggled and humped at the air, turning over again and again. "Oh calm down. Don't be such a puppy." Misha pulled his legs close and sat Indian style on the bed, and set Exedus down on one his thick, slightly chubby thighs. "Just wait there," he said softly, and the bear reached for a glass of water on the side table, as well as a small white pill. "This is for later," Misha explained, popping the pill into his mouth and then brining the glass of water to his lips. Exedus found himself entranced and focused on the throat. Even under the brown fur, the action of the gulps were breathtaking, as the thick and powerful throat expanded and contracted, quickly draining the sizable glass of its contents. Something about the sight... Exedus strayed one paw down to his shaft, which tingled warmly, before the grey eyes of the bear focused on him once more.
"Wow, you're really into this, huh?"
Exedus weakly gave a few dozen nods.
"Alright, little guy. I'll try to be gentle with you. Just need you to stay strong and... well, trust me. A lot."
Misha's massive hand came down, and though Exedus first thought he was going to be picked up, instead the bear placed his paw down on his fluffy belly. Exedus, at first confused, soon climbed onto the paw, sitting in the center pad, his tail wagging furiously. Misha lifted Exedus to his long snout slowly, and nuzzled the little husky with his large nose. The massive tongue flicked out, and for a moment Exedus tried to catch hold of the wet appendage and ride it into the warm mouth. But Misha was keen; perhaps he had done this before, and pulled his tongue back into his mouth before Exedus could get a good hold. "No no. Not yet. First... well..."
Misha shifted, and rolled his feet off the bed and onto the ground. He stood up slowly, reaching behind him to carefully place Exedus on the edge of the bed. Exedus' eyes slide up the massive, muscular back of the bear, up to the face that was smiling at him, looking over his shoulder, and then back down the mountain of body, eventually looking at the white underwear that covered his rump. There was a cute fluffy ball of tail that sprouted over the elastic rim of the underwear, and caused the underwear to push down and expose just a bit of the crack. Misha hooked his thumbs into the underwear's rim, and pulled it down slowly, slowly... painstakingly slowly. Exedus scooted over the bed, gripping the bed sheets with one claw as he leaned closer. The other paw stroked and teased over his groin. A dribble of pre oozed down the long shaft, dripping onto his paw fur, lubricating the roughness of his paw pad.
Misha had a large rump, that could not be argued, but like the rest of his body it wasn't overly fat or unshapely, like some bears had. Everything about Misha was just... right. Just the right amount of pudgy and extra weight so he was delightfully squishy, but not so much he was unshapely. Exedus stared as Misha exposed more and more of his shapely cheeks, eventually having to bend over to bring the underwear to his ankles. He stepped out of them slowly, flexing and wiggling each buttock as he did so, before finally standing up.
"Like the view?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. He walked backwards slowly, and though Exedus dreamed of being sat on by the giant, pinned under the enormous rump, Misha instead took a seat just next to Exedus on the bed. He scooped the husky up slowly and then slid down off the bed, now resting on his knees on the ground. He turned slowly in a half circle, and then rested his upper half over the bed.
Exedus, on all fours, held tight to the leathery pad, fearful he might fall. For that reason, he was not aware just where he was moving, and when the paw finally leveled out, he was treated to a breathtaking view of the bear's ass just before him. Misha adjusted his knees slowly, spreading them apart so that the cheeks would part just a bit more. Exedus felt his little body played with in the fingers, before he finally felt the fingers squeeze at his ribs. Then he was pressed right against the warm skin of the bear's crack, brushed up and down slowly, occasionally his toes or muzzle or aching erection brushing over a softly yielding vent. Oh, what it would be like to be inside there...
Misha chuckled deeply. "Mmm... yeah," he mumbled happily. It was a little difficult, trying to keep hold of the husky without popping it, and trying to guide the little body against his pucker so he could achieve the desire he lusted for. Not to mention, he kept jumping each time the muzzle or erection or scratchy toes touched his sensitive vent. Despite how small the husky was, just the thought of getting to do this was making Misha hard, his erection starting to push out of the brown sheath between his legs.
Between the bear's massive cheeks, it was difficult to put into words just what Exedus was feeling. The scents were raw and rich and overwhelming. Exedus was bathed in the strong musk of the bear. And the warmth, surrounded on each side by the massive buttocks, was almost smothering. He kicked and growled as he felt himself brushed up and down, though that was mostly out of instinct, not displeasure. It was hard to breathe here, and he wanted to breathe the heavy scent of musk so bad even though it only made his erection more painfully hard. At last, his feet that kicked felt the wall of skin and muscle yield, and warmth slip over his toes. Even with the slight glint of light that bled through the top of the crack, Exedus' good night vision could see the massive pucker that his foot had found its way in to. Misha was huge. If Exedus was standing, he probably could have walked right inside of the bear, but for now he just placed his other foot against the pucker and felt the warmth slide over his toes.
Misha shivered, though maintained enough focus to hold Exedus steady. He was afraid of crushing the little husky. He didn't want that of course, but he wanted more, and slowly fed the little toy into his eagerly clenching and squeezing hole, growling as Exedus' sharp toes cut against the thick skin of his anal walls.
Exedus stared, transfixed, as the hole opened wide suddenly. Misha took this chance to push Exedus inside, up to his legs, only his erection outside and lying against his stomach. Exedus' eyes were wide with horror and lust as he stared, the massive hole clenching, and then yawning open once again.
"Come on," the bear growled, looking over his shoulder and down his back, although all he could see was his upper paw. "Kick and squirm. I know I'm a big guy, but make me feel good."
Exedus got to work almost immediately, kicking and shaking so violently that he almost slipped out of Misha's grip. Misha quickly pushed the little husky up to his belly, and then moved one long finger to the back of Exedus' neck to support him. The massive hole before him clenched tight, squeezing his erection up against his belly and nearly making him pass out. The scent of musk and the warmth, which at first had been smothering, was now intoxicating for Exedus, who actually gripped the rim of the anus and pulled himself inside, kicking and squirming furiously, both to please his master and go deeper.
Deeper and deeper.
He was up to his belly now, resting enough in the crack that he didn't even require the finger on his crown to keep him from falling. His erection, as well as his whole body, was being treated so nicely by the softly massaging, yielding walls of the bear. And when a rumbling, powerful voice said, "Hold your breath," he filled his lungs with musky, heated air and closed his eyes. The finger on his crown pushed slowly and gently. He felt the squeezing, massaging walls drag over his skin. Eventually his face was brushed by the warm yielding, and only his hands were left comically outside of the hole, gripping and pulling at the moist rim that was slowly sealing him inside and smothering whatever light he might have had.
Misha slowly got to his feet, though still leaned heavily on the bed, the springs whining under his significant bulk. He could feel the miniscule body kicking and fighting, licking and biting inside of him, and eased himself slowly onto his side, then sat down. His rump was large enough, squishy and fat enough, that Exedus wouldn't be crushed. Besides, at the moment, all he cared about was the aching erection between his legs.
Misha's shaft was thick and fat. Black in color, with purple veins that pushed out of the tautly pulled skin, he had a solid fourteen inches that climaxed with an engorged knot. It was the knot that was most sensitive to him, and he spent a moment touching it, poking, prodding and wiggling one of his nails into his slit. The squirming and kicking in his rectum made him drool. He wished he had managed to pick up two bar hoppers tonight, one trapped in his anus and the other pressed right up against his shaft... a third on his tongue, a fourth in his belly to squirm, and a fifth trapped under his musky scrotum...
He wrapped his paw around his erection, and dreamed about having a whole mess of squirmies in his hand, all of them beating and kicking against him, another handful shoved up his ass so tight none of them could breathe. He dreamed of having a whole swarm of micros at his disposal, and rubbed himself harder and faster, squeezing his erection tight and then pulling down. He rubbed like mad, faster and harder, but his body suddenly clenched all at once. He felt Exedus, trapped in his anus, fight like mad, and then go still from how tightly his anal walls were clenched. From out of his erection spurted a heavy glob of cream that shot high into the air and then splashed down into his lap. He roared suddenly, in true ursine fashion, and felt another spurt rush up his engorged shaft and out of him. A third followed that, and he rolled onto his side, gasping and groaning, panting, spurting more and more cream out of his great cock.
He roared again, and humped forward, imagining an invisible mate before him, or a whole mass of micros to spurt his load on and coat with wetness. He rested his head down, and closed his eyes weakly. He was vaguely aware of a squirming and kicking inside his anus that started anew, but didn't much care. He just lay there, panting, trying to catch his breath. Trying to think straight, for even a moment, even as he felt his tightly sealed pucker loosen, and warm brush the rim.
"Exedus?" was the first thing he said. "Exedus, are you dead?"
He heard a few unintelligible growls and howls, and reached a paw behind him. He groped for several minutes, but eventually he wrapped his fingers around something furry and warm. He rolled to a seated position and lifted the handful to his face, smiling down at the husky. His fur was matted down with slickness and sweat, not to mention how tightly he had been squeezed. But he seemed no worse for wear. "Now, just one more thing to do."
Between his legs, there was a massive puddle of bear seed. Misha leaned over the puddle and dabbed his captive in the sticky white cream several times, getting him nice and wet. "Those pills I took, they'll slow my digestion, so you'll be fine until morning." He chuckled as the husky turned to him; his green eyes blinking out of the wet muck that otherwise covered his whole body. "Oh yes, I'm going to eat you. But don't worry, you'll be fine. I've done this before. Just... trust me, alright?"
Misha lifted the dripping captive to his lips, and opened his mouth wide enough that he could probably swallow his fist without a problem. He tossed the husky roughly onto the center of his tongue, and was immediately treated to a delightful taste that flooded his senses. He pressed Exedus against the roof of his mouth suddenly, and pressed his tongue against him harder to savor the flavor of his own seed, his own anus, and the husky. All three flavors mixed into something glorious. Exedus, for his part, was mostly still and didn't move, didn't fight or struggle. Either he trusted the bear, or he was too exhausted, or too scared, but it didn't matter.
Misha tilted his head back slowly. He tasted the trio of tastes slide along his tongue, eventually reaching the gaping hole of his throat. He opened his mouth so the light would shine inside his maw and Exedus could see just where he was headed. He wrapped a meaty paw around his still hard shaft, and imagined all the fear the little husky felt. Without really thinking, he gulped. His throat muscles expanded and contracted, and his tongue pushed the captive back to the open pit. He traced the feel of bulk sliding down his throat, past his collarbone and beyond his ribs, and eventually down into the hollow sack of his stomach.
"Feel free to squirm," he said. "Feel free to punch and fight and wiggle and hump and paw, whatever you want to do. Just do something, alright? It always feels amazing when you little ones squirm."
Misha slowly got to his feet. His erection swung between his legs as he did so, slapping wetly against the moist fur. He carefully sat down on the bed, treating his sore anus with care, as he rolled back and rested his heavy head on a pillow. Exedus had been tossed around while he moved, but it felt like he was getting accustomed to his new home. Misha rubbed his belly slowly as he drifted to sleep, the taste of micro on his tongue, the squirming in his gut, and the musky odor in the air all serving to keep his full fourteen inches hard long into the night.