Always Meet Your Heroes
Commission for nookpaws of their sona meeting their favorite actor!
Cris couldn’t help but bounce in place with anticipation. He’d done everything possible to ensure he’d win the grand prize of the raffle. Buying entry after entry to be added to the betting pool. He was sure that at least half of the names in the huge lot were his. The grand prize being a day with his favorite actor, Dave Blueheel. Better known as Bandit Heeler. The man sat in a foldable chair on stage, dwarfing nearly everyone else in the room. He was wearing a muscle shirt and shorts, which gave everyone an excellent view of Mr. Blueheel’s ample gut and impressive muscles.
Cris, in comparison, was nothing to sneeze at himself. Tall, rippling muscle, and an ample belly also blessed him. Though he only came up to half the height of the imposing heeler on stage. Make no mistake, Cris was smitten. His mind raced with possibilities of what they could do together if he won. His ears perked as the announcer directed Mr. Blueheel to pick from the lottery for the winner. The large man gave an easy smile to the crowd as he rose and sauntered over. With a dramatic flourish he reached into the large glass bowl, mixing around the entries like a fresh salad. He made an exaggerated grabbing motion and retrieved a single slip of paper. The heeler gave a wink to the crowd as he passed off the paper to the announcer. Cris’ heart swooned at the sight.
“And the winner of a day with Mr. Blueheel iiiiiiiis,” The announcer drawled, earning eager fans to lean forward in excitement. “Cris Tanuki!” Cris couldn’t contain his excitement, whooping loudly as he pumped his arms into the air.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” Cris yelled, causing several anthros to flinch away in surprise. On stage, Dave let out a surprised chuckle at the reaction. From there, Cris was led onstage by security. He could barely contain himself as Dave shook his hand. It was a firm almost fatherly grip that nearly made the tanuki melt right then and there.
“How ya goin’ Cris? Nice to meet you.” The heeler greeted warmly. Cris could only babble out a nervous hello in return, his mind spiraling at hearing the larger man utter his name. Picking up on his nerves, Mr. Blueheel waved to the audience before leading the tanuki backstage. “There we go, let’s get somewhere a little less loud, huh?” Dave said cheerily, reminding Cris starkly of his character Bandit. A comforting hand on his back helped to cement the feeling, and a shiver ran down Cris’ spine. The actor pressed buttons that Cris hadn’t been entirely aware of. Cris barely pays attention as he’s led to a green room and was gently sat on a rather comfy couch. He only snapped out of his gaze when Mr. Blueheel came into view, sitting on a chair that creaked slightly right across from him. Cris gulped as he took in the sight before him.
His mind could only see Bandit, sitting in front of him. His grey muscle shirt allowing his pecs to peek through. His legs spread out, and a noticeable bulge in his shorts. In the enclosed space, Cris could smell a faint whiff of the older man’s natural scent. It was mouth watering.
“So, what do ya wanna get up to today?” Mr. Blueheel asked jovially. “You got free reign within reason o’course.” Cris managed to pull his eyes up to Dave’s so he could at least try to answer with some decorum.
“Uh, well. Honestly I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” the tanuki admitted, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You wouldn't happen to have any ideas would you, sir?” Cris asked nervously. Mr. Blueheel smirked as he eyed the tanuki.
“Ya know,” He said, “I think I have a few ideas.” Dave stood towering over Cris, holding a hand out to him. Cris took the offered hand and was hefted to his feet with no effort from the heeler. “First though, gotta stop by th’ penthouse. Forgot somethin’ there.” He said, leading Cris from the room and to his car outside. In no time, Dave had ferried them to his rather lavish penthouse. It consisted of a huge main room with living room, kitchen, dining room, and pool all in the same place. Large decorative doors alluded to bathrooms and bedrooms. Cris marvelled at the grandiose apartment as Dave led him over to a couch in the living area.
“If you can wait here for a tick, I’ll be ready to go in a bit.” The actor smiled warmly down at him. Cris merely nodded, blushing furiously under his fur. The large dog chuckled, ruffling the tanuki’s hair as he sauntered over to what was presumably his room. This, unfortunately, left Cris sitting awkwardly in the middle of an obviously expensive penthouse. He sat on the edge of the couch, rigid and nervous. A nagging thought that if he moved he’d break something wouldn’t leave his mind. Cris jolted in surprise as Dave called from the other room.
“Hey mate, could you give me a hand in here?” He called. Cris gulped audibly, rising from his perched position. He couldn't stop the nervous shake in his hands as he robotically made his way across the room. Shadowing the same path that the actor had taken. The tanuki hesitantly peeked into the room, and nearly fainted dead away. Upon a large, lavish, bed lay the naked form of Mr. Blueheel. He lay with his legs crossed over each other, concealing his crotch. His arms were thrown behind his head, showing off his soft belly and rippling muscles. On the heeler’s face was a knowing smirk. Cris instantly hardened in his pants, tenting them obscenely.
“Hey there son, see somethin’ ya like?” Mr. Blueheel teased. He chose that moment to uncross his legs, spreading them wide and letting his dripping cock flop forward. It throbbed with its own heartbeat, and the addictive scent hit Cris like a freight train. “Aww, you look cold, why dontcha come lay with Daddy?” He said, voice dipping a bit into the character that kept leaking into Cris’ thoughts. He said those tantalizing words like Bandit. Cris wasted no time, quickly shuffling over and laying beside the larger man. Blueheel draped an arm over the tanuki’s shoulders. With little to no effort the canine pulled Cris into his side.
“That’s it, come to Daddy.” He sighed. The larger man turned to lay on his side, pulling Cris into his ample chest. One of his loges hooked behind Cris’, his leaking cock wetting the front of the tanuki’s pants. With his other hand, the actor fondled and groped at Cris’ ample ass. His snout was buried in the tanuki’s hair, planting gentle kisses on the crown of his head. His hand slowly drifted down to Cris’ crotch, grabbing then tent in the tanuki’s pants and holding it against his own much larger package.
“Aww, you’re gettin’ bigger down there eh son?” He teased, moving to press a kiss to Cris’ forehead. With deft fingers, Bandit unzipped his new son’s fly. Fishing out Cris’ erection to languidly stroke it against his own throbbing member. “Now, Daddy needs a good look at his boy. Let’s get these off ya, eh?” Bandit whispered into the smaller man’s ear. Cris lay against him stunned as the larger man quickly and efficiently removed his clothes. Tossing them aside with careless abandon. Before he could form a coherent thought, the tanuki lay naked beside his idol.
Cris gave a yelp of surprise as he was suddenly manhandled onto his back. Bandit, taking his time to rub his throbbing cock against the smaller man, positioned himself over the stunned tanuki. His thick thighs and ample belly eclipsing Cris’ legs entirely. A gentle hand on the back of his head steered Cris’ mouth to a waiting nipple. Warmth and an unbelievably addicting flavor erupted on his tongue. Filling his mind with lust, thoughts of his new Daddy and nothing else danced through his head.
“Now let Daddy Bandit take care of ya son.” Bandit crooned. His other hand moved down to stroke Cris’ member. Precum leaked from it like a hose, adding to the canine’s pre that had already soaked the tanuki’s crotch. The warmth of Bandit’s heavy form over him, the taste of his milk, the feeling of being so lovingly handled. Cris could not hold out for long. His balls clenched as he erupted in ecstasy. Ropes of cum painted his and his Daddy’s stomachs. His body shuddered against Bandit’s bulk. When he finally came down, he found he could not tear himself from Daddy’s chest. He continued to drink, and Daddy began stoking him again.
Time seemed to blur into nothing. All was Daddy Bandit. Smell was his musk, taste was his milk, touch was his warm hands and belly, sound was hushed whispers of ‘good boy’ and ‘keep drinking, son. Daddy’s here.’, sight were the canine’s gentle eyes. Every aspect of Cris’ being was only for his new Daddy, nothing could compare. Hours must have passed by in a blink. The room had grown dark despite the large windows covering the walls. Cris keened in pleasure against Bandit’s chest as the older man began to massage his cockhead.
“You should stay with me for a while,” Daddy whispered to him, “spend some time with yer old man.” Cris shuddered against Bandit’s bulk, his own belly now round with milk. Cris could swear that he heard a sloshing sound as his belly shifted. “Daddy will take care of everything.” Bandit said, dragging a languid lick along the tanuki’s brow. Cris pulled away from the dog’s swollen nipple to scream in pleasure as he orgasmed again. His cock throbbing but his balls far too empty to produce any more cum. Daddy bandit ran his fingers through the thick pools of cum between them, sucking the sticky substance from his hand with a groan. His thick thighs maneuvered Cris’ legs apart, hooking them around his waist as he let his weight settle over the smaller man beneath him.
“Now that you’re nice and full, Daddy’s gonna have his own fun.” He said deviously, hands moving to pin Cris’ to the cum soaked mattress beneath them. His throbbing cock twitched and aligned itself with the tanuki’s waiting hole, pulsing precum onto the pucker with every throb. “Open wide.” Bandit said, as Cris’ world was lost again to pleasure.