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How Romance got Fucked

How could Xeno refuse his boyfriend’s offer to dine out? Or to get his body filled with canine spunk?

Candles lit. A mahogany table with napkins folded to resemble roses. Jazz filled the background ambience like a discreet undertone. Even the lighting was low in an invitation to a sultry evening, far from the worries of daily routine.

Then came a rumble as a black-and-red furred hand reached for the nearest glass of champagne.

“You are so cute.”

For a second, Xeno blinked. Sure as hell, he wasn’t feeling cute with the grease stain on his left cheek, or him chewing on that beef tenderloin. That pepper sauce was wondrous, and for the last five minutes, Xeno had been lost in it. But now, he was reminded of the moment. Of their meal, of the discreet alcove hidden by partition walls they were in.

Reminded of how his boyfriend suddenly asked him if he wanted to dine out once in a while.

And Xeno, now, faced the same boyfriend.

That giant with his fingers interlocked underneath his red beard, with those heterochromatic eyes focused ahead with a tenderness that was not feigned at all.

“Uh… Hmm, thanks,” mumbled Xeno, looking around for the ‘flower napkins’.

Then one paw was extended, and in that palm, dwarfed, was a napkin. Xeno took it, his cheeks burning in touching that palm that was bigger than his fist, and he wiped his mouth and the grease stain.

“You are so cute.”

This time, Xeno chuckled a bit.

At times, Ralph could be a bit quirky. The massive Canine, all in bulk, often attracted attention. And as such, he rarely spoke his mind or expressed his desires in public. So, whenever they were in private or between the two, he always expressed his affection touchingly.

Much like with that cream-furred finger, almost as large as Xeno’s arm, going to stroke the Incineroar’s cheeks.

“You are repeating yourself,” answered Xeno, though he did not mind turning his head and kissing that hand, going over the wrist where the fur took a yellow hint… And stopping when that hand was pulled back.

“Yes. Because I really mean. You are so cute… I want to fuck you.”

“… Oh.”

That was also another truth with Ralph. If he were needy, he wouldn’t hide it for anything. If he was horny, it was certain the nearest bed was to be crash-tested. His love was as cute as it was daunting for those with a smaller frame.

Xeno? He was as such. The young, red-and-black-furred tiger was one with a smaller frame. Side to side, the Tiger only reached up to Ralph’s hip.

But contrary to expectations, Xeno was not so daunted by the experience as he watched the hand return, stroking his arm.

“Let’s do this,” said Ralph, his gray and blue eyes glimmering with desire and need.

“Wait? Here? Ralph, we’re…”

“Go on,” added the massive canine, pulling a few bills from his pocket to hand them out. “Tell them to look aside for one hour… or two.”

Xeno’s face was burning, flushed. All the blood that had begun to rush down his loins suddenly rushed upward to his face as he jumped to his feet, suddenly ordered to… Ask someone not to look when those two would fuck.

A nervous smile appeared on his face, his tail swayed behind him… His eyes remained fixed on his canine Boyfriend, who motioned him to advance.

Stress and desires ran amok while Xeno’s heart pumped faster than any engine on earth. His hands held onto the bills like they were about to fly away… And with that same nervous smile and gait, the Tiger approached their waiter, a penguin whose attire was impeccable, and whose eyes were intrigued by the Tiger’s approach.

“Is there a problem with your meal, sir?” asked the penguin, eyeing in the direction of the alcove where the couple had been hiding for the last forty minutes.

“No- Nonono!” exploded Xeno, releasing all the stress he’d been experiencing. “The meal has been great! It’s… It’s great!”

Then, with a bow, the Tiger presented the bills.

“Please. Here is for the meal, keep the rest.”

The penguin blinked, looked at it, then pinched the bills.

“Sir… You can pay the tab later.”

“We’d prefer… Not to pay the tab later. And if you could look away. For one hour… Or two? Please?”

Xeno’s teeth clenched as he looked down. Then…

“Oh… Ohhh! O-Of course, sir! I will tell the crew to give you the- privacy you desire.”

A nod was all the answer Xeno gave, then he strutted back to the little alcove with a lowered head. Humbled in a way, the young Tiger glanced around at the current patrons having their meals… Unaware of what was to happen behind some potted plants and a room divider.

And once Xeno took a sharp right, all pretensions of innocence and romance were gone.

Sure, the candles were there as well as the meal…

But there was meat.

Ralph packed meat in many ways. Muscles, height… And groin. All was visible at once when Ralph sat sideways on his chair, his legs open to divulge his open pants and the barely restrained cock within the white jockstrap.

The fabric, for as much as it tried, couldn’t hide the evidently phallic shape nor the wet spot at the tip. A damp spot that was to grow as Ralph opened his shirt, revealing his hairy and, certainly, broad chest for Xeno to see.

“Come here, gimme a kiss. Son.”

Xeno’s tail almost wagged like a canine at the last word. At the suave intonation Ralph put into the word ‘Son’. His heartbeat raced, and within a blink, Xeno was by his boyfriend's side. His massive, powerful, and so-damn-pleasing boyfriend.

The height and age difference were nothing for the young Tiger as he climbed upon those trunk-like thighs, put a paw on that right pectoral, and leaned for a kiss.

Leaned to have his boyfriend’s lips meet with his, to have that tongue, broad and slobbery, delve into his mouth, while the massive mittens were on Xeno’s pants, pulling them down without any hints of patience.

They rushed towards one another, Xeno half-leaning, half-kneeling on his Boyfriend, whereas the latter followed that steady work of stripping layer after layer. He pulled down the pants that were getting in the way of that plushy posterior, ripe for strokes and caresses, and that groin. A groin that was just as tense and prompt to bulge as his own.

Finally, their lips parted but not without a thin translucent thread to join their mouths and for the aroma of wine to permeate both breaths.

The hands continued to run, especially Ralph’s: they danced, went on Xeno’s tight briefs, poked at the erection underneath. And then, he cupped the Tiger’s genitals. Whole.

“I want to claim you so bad, Kitten. I want to keep you, just for me,” rumbled the Canine, his hand pushing further against Xeno’s erection.

A huffing, grunting, and just as handsy Xeno as he reached for Ralph’s underwear, pulled on it until… The red-tipped mast was exposed. A mast just as wide as Xeno’s arm, if not more.

A cock whose foreskin was already peeled off by the sheer erection Ralph sported.

“We could take it easy. I don’t want to be carried on the way back,” said Xeno, mentioning the many times he took it in the butt. At that point, the Tiger’s hole was practically remade to please Ralph, and though the first inches were always hard, there was always enough space to get Ralph inside.

But no… Not this time. Ralph’s hand pinched the tip of Xeno’s underwear, unleashing the raging boner. Black like charcoal, uncut but with the foreskin still partially covering the glans, that cock was by no means small. But compared to Ralph’s enormous fingers, well… it might as well be a cocklet, one held and stroked between two fingers.

“No. I won’t take you in the ass, kitten. I have something more for you,” said Ralph with a low chuckle, leaning forward until his mouth was right by Xeno’s ear. “Do you want a… Takeover?”

Xeno blinked, but he reacted just like expected: his fur puffed up, his cock throbbed, and a jet of precum landed right in Ralph’s palm. Even his breathing got quicker and shallower.

“You-“

“I saw your browsing history. And I have not cum since yesterday. I am veryyy pent-up… For you.”

Xeno’s face burned, his whiskers quivered. But a thin and jovial smile appeared as he nodded.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Yes, I’d do that… For my favorite Kitten.”

The instant after, Xeno’s balance shifted while Ralph leaned back. Sideways, without the chair’s support, he practically had to work his core muscles, and so, his entire abdomen tensed. That defined abdominal waist under that cream and red fur? It was almost a canon of perfection.

Xeno himself would have melted at the sight, if not by the other profiling itself… Ralph pushed down on his shaft with a mere index finger, bending the monster of throbbing flesh like it was nothing. Forcing the cock to go down, down until that unique urethra practically pointed at Xeno.

The wide orifice was a musky font from which Xeno took breath after breath, getting high and excited on that aroma.

“You are too small to take it. But the backflow will certainly get you. Ready, kitten?”

“Yes. Sir.”

Xeno gulped but offered a genuine, if a bit nervous, smile. His legs were feeling weak, more so after he’d been forced to stand up. His tail swayed, and sure enough… His cock was leaking like a faucet. But said cock was hard, rigid, the tip even redder than darker.

Then, with careful steps, Xeno gripped the side of Ralph’s cocktip, embracing it with his two arms, and leaned against it.

His prick was practically against the urethra, throbbing and bouncing and rubbing against the slitted entrance.

And Ralph remained composed, having that fish-eating grin.

“Do it, Kitten. I want my puppy swimmers inside your tiny nuts.”

A gulp. But the Tiger’s excitement was all the more intense. He wanted this, he desired this. And then, with the reverence to the situation, he had his cock sliding inside that urethra, inside that orifice smelling of precum and hints of urea. But an orifice that was certainly unproven, tight, moist, and certainly velvety.

A confirmation when Xeno began to purr and lean against his lover’s cock like a support. His eyes closed, his tongue lolled out, and his hips thrust by themselves with slow and weak thrusts, only managing to gain little ground inside Ralph’s urethra.

“Go on, Kitten. Harder. Squeeze my nut outta me. I want it flowing inside you,” said Ralph, adding a snap to underline his desire. His grin was ever-growing.

“Yes, Sir,” nodded Xeno, swallowing his saliva again before finishing to lie on Ralph’s cock. Then…

Then it became a slow and steady penetration.

A progress in which Xeno had to fight against the tight urethra, had to push against the tense inner walls that pushed back against him… Furthermore, when, with a growl from Ralph, a jet of precum spurted free.

Each time, it narrowly pushed Xeno away, only for the timid and lustful Feline to go further, to push, to thrust, and to find that every ground he gained, it was easier to retake.

One inch. Two… Three.

It was a sluggish pace, marked by each of Xeno’s gasps while his cock was getting massaged and lovingly teased by his Boyfriend’s inside. That urethra was like another muscle from Ralph’s hulking form. Such muscle Xeno didn’t doubt was perfectly capable of contracting and amplifying the pressure if Ralph willed it.

And he willed it… Not that it was to make Xeno’s situation harder. But from Ralph’s expression, he was enjoying the presence of his fluffy boyfriend grinding his chest against his cock. And that cock pushing within, stretching from within until even the urethra bulged down below.

A pleasure and a pressure that was to grow when Ralph encouraged Xeno by tousling the Feline’s hair.

“Deeper, Kitten. You can do it.”

Sure, he could do it. After all, more than half of Xeno’s cock was inside. Only five more inches, and he could be inside. Five more inches, and he’d have his cock entirely locked within Ralph’s.

And the thought of it… Brought tears of joy.

Yes, Xeno teared up, but his tears were not to be mistaken. He smiled, wholly.

And he was gladly adding another inch to the pressure inside Ralph’s cock, another layer of pressure upon his own shaft, while all that pressure, that compression, that presence, started to weigh on the cat.

His groin burned, his buttcheeks clenched. And above, Ralph was the same since his huffs were louder and lower. Indeed, by now, the entire establishment was aware of the kind of activity the two enjoyed.

However, none cared about it.

Not Ralph, whose cock was getting stretched, fucked, and forced from the inside.

Not Xeno, whose cock was massaged, squeezed, and given all his boyfriend’s attention.

The Tiger was all purrs and moans, his eyes closing, while his tail swayed left and right.

He was all purr as he was feeling the urge growing, and there was no way to stop it; he was about to cum. He would cum. There was nothing to stop it and…

He felt the contraction going through his lower belly. The tingling along his length… Then, the heat at the cocktip. His face split into a grin, his teeth showing, and as the liquid flowed out, bringing relief.

There it was. A chuckle.

“Good kitten.”

Then followed the abnormal sensation of something warm, hot, and certainly liquid being forced down Xeno’s urethra.

The Feline clenched his teeth, closed one eye, and even tried to pull back as a reflex.

But the sole result was for him to stay stuck as the urethra flexed around his cock, keeping him steady while ensuring nothing could escape. Not a drop. Not a single droplet of Ralph’s cum as the massive Canine’s lower belly tensed… And the sharp liquid flowed with a renewed intensity.

Even then, Xeno did not whine or cry. That’s what he desired. What he’d been looking for. What his boyfriend offered him.

And so, as his Boyfriend had a hand behind his head, acting like he relaxed, felt the flow of cum drill his insides.

Scalding cum was pushing inward, forcing his own ejaculation back inside, as his ejaculation couldn’t even compare to what Ralph could do. One inch, two, three, four. Soon enough, it felt like Xeno experienced something akin to a cock being forced inside his peehole.

A burn followed, then to be replaced by a blissful and warm numbness as his cock bulged from within, amplifying the bulge inside Ralph’s.

Yet, the flow continued to push. It pressed onward, forced… Advanced. Up until something changed. Until the pressure was applied to the most sensitive and teased part of Xeno’s anatomy.

And months of being pounded in the ass by a monstrous cock only served to reinforce the sensation coming from it.

Xeno mewled, feeling that flow compress his prostate from the inside. His eyes closed, his dick throbbed… But no ejaculation going outward. He was again cumming, but the sole result was for him to experience the high of such orgasm, and the woefully odd sensation of such ‘ejaculation’ going inward.

Inward, then upward, then outward, and finally down. Down.

But as two flow. Two intense and powerful flows that followed a route traced by biology, but used for an unexpected purpose.

Xeno’s eyes widened, his tongue lolled, and even saliva dripped from his mouth as he felt the first ‘heat’ inside his testicles. It was said the first drop was among the most intense sensations once it had invaded the nuts’ deepest reach. It was the moment the body began to fight back against the invader, trying to stop the ‘takeover’.

“Do you want me to stop, Kitten? You want me to spare your little nutties?”

“N-No,” grumbled the Feline as he leaned and even licked his partner’s cock, pushing against the foreskin that continued to form wrinkles under the pressure.

“Then… I will do as hard as I can,” grumbled Ralph. And so, Xeno saw… no, he heard that abdomen clench.

The second after, it felt like Xeno was stabbed in the nuts. But the reason for it was simple: Ralph increased the flow. At that moment, it felt like a pressure washer had been hooked inside Xeno’s scrotum. And it was hitting everything. It was leaving no spot, no place, no little cranny untouched by that canine spunk.

And it left no place for the Feline’s swimmers… It was a tidal wave of warm pleasure through Xeno’s nuts.

Sure enough, the Tiger smiled and purred, entirely down and cuddling his partner’s throbbing cock… But it seemed not enough. Not nearly enough to mark those testicles.

Not when Ralph’s flow seemed to slow down.

By then, Xeno’s nuts, previously the size of apples, were swaying dangerously low between his legs… Just like boulders. But the moment the flow slowed, a chuckle came from the Feline.

“That’s… That was incredible,” moaned Xeno.

“But. Kitten. We’re not done. There is still some room left inside.”

The saccharine tone was like a sudden reminder. Xeno’s ears lifted, his mouth closed, his throat gulped down the excess of saliva. Even his voice box clenched in anticipation of the ‘what’ he was about to utter.

But it died the moment another flow rushed against Xeno’s now-distended urethra. The orifice, after being forced by Ralph’s ejaculation, was practically an open door.

And through it flowed something warm, acrid, burning, and so fluid it didn’t have the difficulty of being pushed through.

One liquid that left Xeno panting against his Boyfriend’s cock, feeling from outside that flow of raw and steamy piss going inside.

“Hrmphh. Thank you for offering your cock. It’s the perfect urinal, Kitten,” even gloated Ralph, patting Xeno’s nape while the Feline heaved against that cock… His legs trembled, his arms dropped. Even his nose was filling with snot while he teared up.

That sensation… that piss going inside his urethra, leaving the flesh marked, inside his seminal vesicles, right into his nuts that were swaying low.

It was wondrous. It was divine. It was bliss. And Xeno felt like an orgasm coming up… Another spark in his loin that ended with a weak contraction that did not even hinder the flow inward. Then another. And another. He was cumming, but the only result was for more piss to go inside his cock, his system, only to churn inside his nuts. By then, Xeno’s swimmers had been replaced. And if they were to return one day, it was to be welcomed by testies marked with the Canine’s urine.

Those nuts, those gonads, they had been claimed and marked. Even if it was Xeno’s nuts in name; those humongous testicles, reaching down his ankles, were someone else’s property. Someone else's swimmer factory; Ralph’s.

Ralph, who grunted, smiled, and continued to stroke Xeno’s nape. The Feline kept mewling from the pleasure coming from having his nuts seared from within, to have all the little tunnels forced open and inflated by all the virulent sludge pumped within.

“Ral… Ralph,” finally mumbled Xeno when the piss stopped. Even the last droplets were gone, leaving the urethra agape and dry and unused.

“Yes, Kitten? Do you regret it?”

“Please… love. Claim me. I want your… Puppies,” moaned Xeno, grinning ear to ear, satisfied and enjoying the faint numbness from his ballsack.

“That’s why I adore you, Kitten,” answered Ralph, one hand extending to scratch Xeno’s chin, eliciting more purrs from the Tiger.

The scratches continued even as Xeno pulled out, slowly, steadily. With that cum churning and weighing inside his balls, every action the Feline undertook was carefully calculated. Step by step… Until with a Schlorp, that cock was out from the gaping and drippy urethra. The entrance clenched weakly, almost beckoning Xeno closer.

But the Feline took a step back, then another… And narrowly stumbled back, if not for Ralph’s hand gripping his arm.

“Careful, Kitten. I don’t want you to get hurt,” said Ralph, straightening himself, but staying seated at the table.

Even if he pushed said table like it was nothing, making the feet screech against the tile while the plates and the glasses bounced off the surface.

A fork even dropped, adding to the violent chaos. But soon, Ralph had his hand back on Xeno, his hips twisting… And the hulking Canine reclined on the chair’s back, holding Xeno’s arms.

“Let’s do it. I want to fill you with so many pups, tonight,” growled the Canine, passing one hand below Xeno’s ass, cupping those cheeks, and another pulling on that arm to have the Feline follow. Follow as he was forced to clamber, to ascend, even to push against that raging erection that was getting in the way.

Nevertheless, that massive mast was back throbbing and ascending, pointing up like it did a moment before, the whole organ unfazed from having blasted its load into Xeno’s nuts.

And those nuts? Oh, they rubbed against everything; they would press against the thighs, weigh on them, and force Xeno to keep his stance wide… Even when, through Ralph’s help, he was guided to squat…

To squat on the Canine’s lap, his back against that enormous, already dripping wet, and musky cock. Something that was… Practically as big as Xeno’s chest.

“Ready?” asked Ralph, though it wasn’t much needed with the Tiger.

“Yes.”

Hands gripped Xeno’s armpits. They hefted him as if he were small or a featherweight. But no, it was simply due to Ralph’s outrageous size and strength. The Canine was a monster of muscles, of size, of towering height. He was a herculean presence amidst the typical crowd. A presence without equal.

And he was Xeno’s boyfriend. His lovely, wonderful boyfriend, who kissed Xeno, forced his tongue through those lips and down that throat, but for a second before they parted, and Xeno’s hips were aligned with that cock.

For a comical instant, Xeno was like a puppet whose strings had been cut off except for the lifted and spread legs, his testicles, full of canine cum, dangling heavily.

Then, with a threatening push, Xeno was practically impaled on that cock.

He wasn’t. Ralph wasn’t some monster; he knew about his length and the danger it represented. But soon, a steady stream of precum rushed against Xeno’s back entrance.

Warm, sticky, but certainly perfectly lubricating the entrance and the inner, ever so slightly, due to its pressure.

A pressure that was to build up in intensity while Ralph pressed his arms to have Xeno’s asshole rubbing closer and closer, until that rim was practically teasing the urethra’s edge. At that instant, the gushing fluids were like another penetration.

There was no need to ask, to beg, to say anything.

Ralph smiled, Xeno… Smiled, too, though his expression was loose.

And then, Ralph’s grip was adjusted so he could pull Xeno down… Down. ‘Til the pressure against the entrance became like a fiery spear. ‘Til the asshole quivered, clenched, and naturally fought with the penetration.

‘Til Xeno’s smile changed, and a purr came from him.

Right as that cock slipped inside, suddenly liberated from the rim’s tense presence. At that instant, Ralph’s cock slipped into Xeno’s asshole and beyond.

It rammed forward and upward, stretching the Feline’s guts until the shape of that cock bulged through Xeno’s belly, up to his pectorals.

Did Xeno whine or cry?

No, he purred.

He had trained for this, and his body was more malleable. In return, small penetrations had little effect. But Ralph’s cock, it crushed his prostate good. It tingled his guts, teased his spine, set his brain afire.

And when the Canine leaned forward for another kiss, it was for Xeno to embrace him, despite the cum breath he was already feeling.

“I want you full with my pups. My new family,” growled Ralph as he shoved Xeno’s face into his chest soon after, while holding onto the Feline’s ass.

Xeno purred then gasped, practically embraced by the pecs that surrounded him, caressed by the tufty red fur between those sweaty mounds. And he licked, feeling himself covered with his lover’s sweat and stench, feeling it impregnate his own fur as his sense of balance shifted.

Ralph was up and about… Was moving. And Xeno, impaled as he was, couldn’t do anything… But enjoy the quakes hitting his prostate, the micro-movements churning his guts, and the precum flow turning thicker in his ass.

He couldn’t do anything… Except, perhaps, clenching and therefore massaging his boyfriend’s cock.

“Good kitten.”

The praise came like a rumbling, much like the tremor of the table suddenly hefting and creaking under the added weight. Xeno would be enough to threaten the structure. But at that moment, Xeno was hard-pressed against the table, his back against it.

And atop him was Ralph, squeezing and crushing the Feline in between. Better the hammer and the anvil.

And what a hammer.

What delightful hits were delivered upon Xeno’s insides, battering them like he was a mere toy.

Purring, smiling, grinning, Xeno looked gone, though it was hardly possible to peer between the red fur he was swathed by. A fur he still licked, slurped, and cleaned with his tongue. It danced on the strands to collect the smallest beads of sweat that formed at the base and descended along.

It descended and gulped, following the powerful rhythm imposed by Ralph’s heartbeat and the powerful hit.

Xeno gulped, following each of the pulls from the Canine stud who took delight in that ever-tight hole that clenched, sucked, and masturbated that cock.

He exhaled whenever that cock, strong and massive, hit his insides with the strength of a fist.

It was raw, brutal. But it was all Xeno needed as his cock again throbbed with life and his feet clawed the air. It was what Xeno desired when he felt his battered inside warm up with desires.

It was all they, Ralph and Xeno, yearned for as the Canine tousled his boyfriend’s fur, keeping him dosed on raw musk clinging to that fur.

The throb. The flow increasing. The thrusts shaking the table and the whole restaurant. The cum pouring in. The cum pouring out. The tongue lashing on the fur. The tongue lolling out.

Their sheer pleasure could be seen in the way Xeno’s toes curled despite having his body smashed against the table, making the poor structure creak while Ralph’s cock was pumped in and out of his guts, his bulging presence disappearing and reappearing.

Their sheer love could be seen in the way Ralph held Xeno close…

Their sheer orgasm could be seen… in the ropes of cum coming from them. One directly inside Xeno, lashing out against the guts and bloating them until that abdominal waist was but a forgone memory.

And outside Xeno, on their furry bellies and chests as his cock pumped that canine spunk right out, only to smear them, to smear their fur.

Bliss appeared in their traits and remained it so.

Remained even as Xeno felt that cock go limp and then disappear from his inside, leaving his asshole agape and certainly dripping.

However, he could… Certainly feel that cum was still deeply churning within him. And with was that faint heat that seemed to grow with every pulse.

A heat he could feel as much as the heat from the liquid dripping from his stretched asshole.

“Let’s go home, I’m not hungry anymore,” said Ralph with a smile and a lick on Xeno’s face. The feline? He didn’t have it in him to refuse as he was suddenly hefted and then thrown over Ralph’s shoulders, his lower body entirely coated in white. But as he was thrown on Ralph’s back, nobody could ignore the sight of Xeno’s gaping and quivering asshole, of his testicles pulling up… Or the canine smell clinging to his fur when Ralph stepped out in the open, in his birthday suit.

“Keep the change!” he said, with a hearty laugh, patting Xeno’s cum-coated posterior on the way out.