Not your cup of tea
This is a commission for Ottsel
Mr Person appears at Ottsel's request and with his own permission.
Tristan Hawthorne is mine (duh)
And I might take Frost in as a re-occuring predator. He was fun to write.
This is a very adult story.
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Ottsel felt the discord in his company approaching before he was ever confronted by employees. Because of this he called on his second in command to be in his office when he felt the disgruntled masses would start seeking audience with him.
Ottsel was a strange looking being with white fur, and seemed to by a hybrid of some sort of mustilae and macropod, for he had the legs of a kangaroo or wallaby, but the upper body of some sort of weasel. His ears were too long to belong to a mustalid, looking more suited for a macropod or even a lagomorph. As a result of his body type, he was scrawny and not really what one would call strong, standing at only five feet, seven inches.
About five minutes until the planned negotiations with the nearly rioting masses, Ottsel's second in command, Augustus Frost, arrived. Frost was a seven foot tall white Bengal tiger, who spent a good deal of his off time at the company gym. His broad shoulders filled out his business suit and his dress slacks were not quite as advertised, being in fact dressy, but not quite slack around his hips. As a whole, the three piece business suit did little to hide the potency of the white tiger.
Frost rumbled in his chest before speaking, "Are you sure letting in their leaders is such a good Idea? I heard they started threatening violence."
Ottsel chuckled. "That's why you're here, Frost. Intimidation. You're the best negotiator I have because of that." The strange being took a drink of tea. He had three other teacups set out. He had coated the inside of each with a different chemical before Frost arrived. He poured tea into the cup not placed before one of the seats on the other side of his desk. "Here, have some tea, Frost. Calm your nerves.
The tiger looked at his employer for a moment, before taking the offered cup and saucer. He drank in slight sips as the intercom buzzed, "Mr. O?" The voice of Ottsel's secretary came through.
Ottsel pressed down the green button. "Yes, Charlotte?"
The voice of the avian came back through. "The leaders of the workers strike are here for negotiation."
"Show them in, then." The white hybrid sighed, "Don't want them thinking we don't care any more than they already do."
"Yes sir." There was another buzz, and the office's door slid open.
A grey angora feline with a long tail and a white hare with long ears and black hair entered the room. The moved to sit at the desk, in the seats provided.
"Good day Gentlemen." Ottsel began, lifting the teapot and pouring the steaming hot fluid, one into each remaining cup. "Let me start out this meeting by offering you some of my finest tea? I think it would be best if all parties were calm as we start negotiations."
The feline took his cup and sipped from it gently. However the hare looked at the cup without moving for it. "Calm and complacent are too close to one another. I think I'd prefer to remain heated while we discuss your injustices to your employees."
"That is a good point you make, Hawthorne." Ottsel hid any dismay he had that the tall hare had been the one to turn down the tea, being the taller of the two, and indeed taller than Ottsel. His green eyes flashed to Frost, who moved to stand behind Hawthorne,
The feline set down his teacup, the tea drained. "Say... is it hot in here...?"
Hawthorne looked at his fellow negotiator, then glared at Ottsel. "I knew it. You drugged that tea. You never were going to meet our demands!"
Ottsel smirked, "Well you're half right." He nodded to Frost.
The tiger rumbled, grinning as he undid his fly, not realizing that the lust and hunger he felt were from what his employer had put in his tea. He grasped the hare and lifted him out of his seat as his musky tigerhood started to press out the fly.
Meanwhile, the feline was panicing. He got up and tried to run for the door, but he tripped on his own clothing. He was shrinking! He mewled in dismay as he passed under four feet tall, then three feet, then two feet...
Ottsel stood calmly and padded his way towards the flattening heap of business suit that used to be the adult feline. He grinned as out of one of the sleeves bulged and out ran a miniature feline in the nude.
The feline squeaked, realizing he was only four inches tall. He looked up and saw Ottsel undoing his fly and started to run for the door. The hybrid took three bounding steps and pinned his employee between two toes. "Got ya..."
The hare whimpered fearfully as the tiger tore his suit apart, Rending him naked in a few swipes of his claw. Hawthorne kicked his legs, his strongest part of his body, but could not get them to connect with any part of the bodybuilding feline. He was turned around and pulled back against the wall of muscle wrapped in a suit, and his eyes widened as he felt the tip of the massive tigerhood press to his rump.
Frost chuckled softly, "Caught me a bunny." He pressed forward, his spined shaft working its way into the hare, with no sign of stopping any time soon. He growled lustily at the moans and whimpers his prey produced, closing his eyes and starting to buck his hips. He licked his lips, starting to drool...
Ottsel wiggled his toes a bit, before clenching the feline between them. He flicked his foot up like he was playing hacky sack. The feline few up into the air and the weaselroo snagged him in his paw.
The feline shook his head, disoriented after his short flight. When he looked down, he saw his feet were being pressed to his employer's cock. His eyes widened as his feet were pressed into his employers cock!
Ottsel moaned, "Oooh... Haven't done this in a while." He pressed down on the long-furred feline. "Gonna be nice and tight for you..."
Hawthorne was moaning out now, more in pleasure than in pain as his body got used to the tiger cock working in and out of him so firmly. He didn't notice the drool starting to drip over his head, just focusing on the powerful sensations from the powerful feline.
Frost growled lustily as he worked to slake his desires before he slaked his hunger. His thrusts became more and more powerful as he felt his body preparing to make a cream-filled bunny treat. He gaped his maw wide, starting to let it descend over the hare's head...
The grey cat mewled pathetically, pushing at the cumslit with his paws as more of him was pressed in. He squirmed in dismay as this only made it easier for the weaselroo to capture his arms. He panted softly as the musky pre leaked out around him, easing his entrance into the now bulging cock.
Ottsel moaned happily as the writhing cat slid deeper, then focused and flexed his shaft, causing his prey to slide deeper, without help of his paw. He grinned. "Mmm.... Still got it. Too bad your bunny friend didn't drink the tea. I would have liked to have one in each nut..."
The cat whimpered in terror, and then his eyes widened as Ottsel turned his hips so that his prey could see Frost and the hare. The tiger was bent over, with a squirming hare on his cock and shoulder deep in muscular throat.
Frost hilted hard, gulping around his catch's chest as he started to cum, filling his bunny treat with all of his seed. He stayed that way as he pumped into the hare, before he used his hilted shaft to press the hare deeper into his throat. Meanwhile his free paw started to jack off Hawthorne, to keep him distracted from struggling.
Frost's plan worked, because whatever fearful flailing the hare was doing now was reduced to a weak kick of the legs once he was being masturbated by the predator. The strong paw worked along his shaft rapidly, finger teasing the tip a bit as Frost's maw worked down towards it.
Ottsel let the feline watch his co-striker's fate for a while, grinning, before he flexed his cock, dragging him into darkness. He moaned happily and stroked his shaft, feeling the little cat slide down and into his body proper, before dropping out into his left testicle. "Mmmm... gonna make nice kitty cum, you are..."
The feline flailed as he splashed down in something hot and thick. He sniffed the strong musk and whimpered as he realized he was in a testicle. He pushed at the walls and kicked and shouted. From the outside Ottsel moaned and chuckled at his nut bouncing about in its sac, hearing a telltale gurgle of his body starting to get to work on making a new load of spooge.
Frost worked the hare's member into his maw, suckling around his hips, before he yanked back, using his gluteus muscles to rip the hare off his cock. He heard the muffled cry of mixed pleasure and pain and felt hot seed pumping into his muzzle, adding to his meal's already delicious flavor.
Hawthorne came down from his orgasm, murmuring weakly and giving a slight kick to his left leg as his rump was licked clean by the broad tongue of his predator. He felt the lips work around his thighs as his head bumped into a tight ring of flesh. Pressure built for a few moments, before his head popped through into the acrid atmosphere of the sweltering stomach. He coughed and started to struggle in earnest.
Ottsel stroked his shaft idly as he walked back to his desk, sitting down in his chair and propping up his feet as he watched the show. The struggling in his nuts kept him nice and hard, even if he wasn't stroking himself, but he made sure only to tease, not wanting to let out his feline. Well, not until he couldn't be described as feline anymore.
Frost gulped strongly, feeling over his washboard abs through his shirt, feeling them start to dome as he felt the hare start to get tucked away behind them. He licked over Hawthorne's big bunny feet slowly and sensually, feeling the hare writhe from the sensations, before he worked them past his lips and snapped his teeth shut with a snickt of finality.
Ottsel moaned at the sexy display and stood, walking around to his second in command. The tiger gulped loudly and belched rubbing at his gut, grinning wide. "Tasty bunny." The tiger looked down at his employer, grin still on his face.
Ottsel stroked himself harder, whimpering with need. He tugged at Frost's pants, needing to relieve himself. To his surprise, the big tiger let his pants drop and kneeled down onto his paws and knees.
The weaselroo couldn't believe his eyes, seeing the long tiger tail raised just for him. He bent down and aimed his cock to the tight rump, grinding a bit to find his mark, "Ooooh... I think I know who's gonna be getting a nice big bonus..." He muttered half to himself, half into the tiger's ear.
Frost flexed his tailhole a bit as his employer prepared to mount, waiting patiently. What he had in mind could wait. It would have to if he wanted to pull it properly. He felt another teasing grind and found his own arousal was returning to him.
Ottsel panted softly, before he set his paws on either hip of the big tiger, starting to apply pressure with his own hips. He felt the tight ring flex, before relaxing to allow him access. He groaned, only getting an inch of his shaft in before he had to stop and breathe, trying hard to hold back his peak.
Frost chuffed happily as he felt the hare in his belly still weakly squirming, pushing his hips back at his employer's shaft. He had had much larger inside him before, but his muscles were strong and he gave the weaselroo a tight fit.
The hybrid panted and started pressing deeper once more. He closed his eyes, relaxing after each thrust inwards, trying to keep himself calm. He noticed with a smirk, that his sac wasn't struggling anymore. "Mmm... Gonna give you the kitty..." He muttered in Frost's ear.
The tiger grinned, unseen by the white being mounting him, and flexed around the hybrid shaft. He felt Ottsel thrust deeper, and finally hilt. He figured now was the time to use his expertise and started to carefully flex and wiggle his rump, causing the insides of his body to tease all over the shaft inside his rump.
Ottsel groaned, holding on as he felt the rump work, "Unn... Augustus..." He panted softly. "I-I've wanted this for so long..." He murmured with pleasure, his hips barely flexing in a parody of thrusts as the tiger was truly the one in control.
Frost panted softly, and started to purr, thinking about what he would do after his employer was spent, and grinning broadly once more. He pushed his hips back, trying to make Ottsel feel as if he was in control even as he expertly worked the cock in his bowels.
The weaselroo whimpered, his sac pulling taught as his paws grasped into the musculature around Frost's hips and thighs. Ottsel cried out and pushed his hips firmly to the tiger's rump starting to empty his balls into his insofar loyal employee.
The tiger chuffed happily and milked his rump around the spurting cock, wanting the weaselroo nice and tuckered out from his orgasm. Minutes passed, and Frost released the cock once he was sure it was spent. He felt Ottsel collapse to his rump behind his own. "Nnn... Could you clean my pucker...? It's all cummy and I don't want to ruin my work pants..."
Ottsel murred distantly and nodded, grabbing the muscular rump cheeks and pressing them apart with his thumbs. He leaned in as the pucker drooled a little spooge and started to lick at the tight ring. He heard frost moaning out and started to lick more firmly, feeling the tailhole start to stretch for his tongue.
Frost chuckled, releasing a little more spooge to keep the weaselroo enticed, resisting the urge to clamp down on the hybrid's tongue. He loosened his ring a bit more, "Mmmm... Deeper, sir..." He rumbled in his rich baritone, his long striped tail swishing.
The white hybrid groaned and pressed his face firmly against the rump, feeling his muzzle start to spread the ring as he went deeper, licking at every inner surface he could find with his tongue. He murmured, eyes shut as his whole face was enveloped in warmth.
With a flex, Frost's rump was pressed snugly to Ottsel's shoulders. The employer mumbled confusedly and muffled inside the tight hot rump, before Frost pushed his hips back with another flex, pinning the weaselroo's arms to his sides as the rump cheeks claimed his shoulders.
Ottsel realized something was wrong and tried to walk back on his knees, but Frost angled his body to put so much pressure on the hybrid's knees that he was firmly in one spot, not to mention the leverage caused the floor itself to be pushing the smaller being into his employee.
Frost's handpaws left the ground as he worked his body up and backwards, tucking more and more of his self-serving employer away. One paw rubbed his lower gut as the other started jerking at his cock, still quite horny as he grew vertical, Ottsel's hips starting to slide in. He bent his knees starting to engulf down the doomed weaselroo's thighs.
The employer's whimpers were muffled as his head pressed through fold after fold of wonderfully soft flesh, surrounded by such powerful musk that he felt himself hard again already. He started to hump instinctively, lust starting to drive away his fear.
The tiger chuckled as he felt that, his rump reaching his feet below him, his employer's lower legs and tail behind him. He got back on his paws and knees, raising his rump high in the air, and started stroking his cock again, supporting his upper body with one paw.
Ottsel humped more and more desperately as more and more of his body was taken into the large predator, feeling his peak rushing towards him. He wiggled his feet, feeling them being just outside the hard ass of the tiger, before just his tail was protruding. He cried out and started to cum hard as he was sealed away just like both of his protesting employees.
Frost roared loudly and started to cum all over the floor. He held his cock hard, feeling it pulse and spurt thick ropes of seed into the carpet. He panted softly, feeling Ottsel entering his stomach from the back way, getting curled around the hare inside.
Ottsel was lost in afterglow as he got curled around another fur, feeling that he was asleep. He murmured, "Good idea..." before he dosed off, completely taken by the tiger.
Frost slowly stood and stretched out; letting out a wet cummy fart, "Unnn..." he groaned and padded over to the desk. He sat in the Boss' chair and looked at the tea set for a moment. He pressed the green button on the intercom, "Charlotte? Could you bring in some coffee?" He rubbed his distended belly as it started to gurgle contentedly around its meal, "I think I've had enough Tea for today."
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