FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

|

| |

PLUMMET

by Iscin

This is a work of erotic fiction.

All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.

Characters © Their Players

All rights reserved © 2017.

CHAPTER ONE

Cold

Trance attempts to tighten the buckle around the waist of the arctic coat he bought for the third time. No matter how much he tightens it or how energetic he tries to be he is not getting any positive feedback from his skin underneath all of that fabric and fur. Even the husky's nominally wet nose is getting to feel like icicles are dangling off of it. Before coming out here on a wistful vacation he had thought that his ancestry would gird him against the subzero weather on the northern side of Mount Tengu. Of course, both his environment and his grooming habits preclude an adaptability for the cold climate, although judging from the looks of some of the frost bitten spectators at the ski event he attended earlier today it could be worse.

The distance from the lift to the resort he is staying at is not very far. He manages to navigate the cleared path and wades through snow that has built up since the morning. With the door to the central building before him, the canine all but throws himself at it with his right shoulder first and a paw on the door handle. Leveraging himself in this way promptly swings the door open but the snow caked underneath the snowshoes he is wearing over his paws causes Trance to slip. He ungracefully tumbles in from the cold and lands face-first on a woolly rug.

'Are you okay?' A voice asks and Trance looks up to see the face of the resort's caretaker and safety instructor, Bennie Corbello.

'Cold.' The husky replies through chattering teeth.

The St.Bernard is a large and kindly old dog, Trance's senior by twice his age but still as fit as ever. He helps the younger canine up onto his paws before shutting the door behind him, keeping the warm air trapped inside. The junior dog suspects some amusement from the other. Even so the caretaker does not show it, treating all of the resort's guests with respect and kindness. He does this not only because he is paid well but that he genuinely enjoys meeting people. There is not a soul that comes to this resort that the old dog does not know. Even the ones who are not having the best of times like Trance.

Beyond the antechamber here the resort opens up with a rather large series of rooms. Here on the ground floor there is the main lounge, kitchen, recreational room and even two saunas, one for the males and one for the females who visit. On the two floors above there are personal rooms and a sort of observation balcony and looks out on both the amazing mountain vista and a part of the skiing track down this side of Mount Tengu. It is both exclusive yet communal in design and function, something that appealed to Trance when he had first discovered it. But the climate definitely does not agree with him.

Bennie graciously helps the black and purple coloured husky out of his large coat and snow shoes before they go to the lounge. Being relieved of his coat Trance can now enjoy the warmth of the resort as it seeps in between the follicles of his fur and spreads over the skin underneath. He actually whines in contentment a little, immediately blushing as Bennie looks over his shoulder at the other dog. From the St.Bernard's perspective, the husky must seem quite odd, and not just because of his unusual appearance. Trance only hopes that can stave off any unwanted attention, even if the safety instructor is handsome in an almost ursine kind of way.

There are only a couple other people in the lounge as Trance and Bennie enter. One is a lynx called Dean, hovering near the fireplace. The other is someone who Trance has not yet been introduced to but inescapably catches the canine's attention. Sitting a little uncomfortably in a chair not quite broad enough for him is a cobalt-skinned reptile with a colossal tail ending in a heavy counterweight. Bennie uses a light poke to stop Trance from staring, his eyes bugging out from taking in the size of the other guest.

'It'll be anywhere up to six hours before the rest return. If you need anything I'll be in the garage outside.' Bennie says before turning to leave.

'Kay...' Trance says after the St.Bernard has already left through the door.

CHAPTER TWO

Warm

The best method of staying warm and reinvigorating the body in the kind of snowy climate of Mt.Tengu is a traditional sauna. To make it even more traditional the resort makes it perfectly clear that all guests are required to strip down to their birthday suits. The getting naked part is something that Trance does not mind. Even when sober the party dog has always been liberal with his clothing. His tight and toned body is just too good not to show off, especially that bubbly rear trunk. And his unusual purple on black fur, with green highlights, always attracts the wandering eye even from the straight guys.

However, there is one problem he is facing as he enters the males-only sauna room and peers through the veil of vapours. That reptile, the one from before sitting by himself is also here. And just like everyone else all the tough scaled dinosaur has for modesty is a white towel, though even a large one seems to barely cover his waist properly. And, just like everyone else, he is about to take it off as he finds enough room on one of the benches and sits down. As the fluffy white towel comes away it becomes impossible for Trance to do anything else but stare.

His name is Iscin. Something that the husky learnt in conversation earlier with Dean. Although most folks who comes to a resort like this are furred mammals, he is one of the rare reptiles who actually enjoys the colder climate. Apparently, his kind are related to prehistoric ankylosaurs, and very rare in this day and age. However, judging from his stature and athletically fit body Trance supposes that they have been more than sufficiently hardy to get from then to now without many obstacles.

One of the others coughs politely and Trance realises he is still standing in the entryway. So, he quickly makes his way over to one of the benches and sits down, carefully covering his crotch with a paw as he removes the towel. Normally he would not be so self-conscious but staring at the giant's incredible body has already left the blushing boy with noticeable plumping of his sheath.

Large breaths and keeping his eyes off of the biggest man in the room and willpower help to keep his penis from betraying him. The swelling subsides. But, before he can starts to relax as much as any gay husky can relax in a room with a bunch of other naked men, Dean arrives late. The lynx still has his clothes on as he pokes his head through the door and announces with disbelief at the complete lack of interest and initiative with regards to the females in the sauna on the other side of the building.

'There is actually a way to get a peek at them from the kitchen.' Dean explains with rising interest from his fellow red-blooded heterosexuals in the room.

'What are you a teenager?' The big dinosaur at the far end of the sauna comments. Hearing his deep voice for the first time elicits a blush from Trance.

'No but if any of us are going to get laid tonight I first want to do some window shopping.' Dean replies with a Cheshire grin and promptly leaves presumably for the peeping spot.

Some are more eager than others, but one by one most of the males file out. First to get their pants and then to find out what the lynx was talking about. Trance sighs as the room becomes considerably more empty. However, in all of the buzzing activity, he did not realise at first that at least one other person has not left. It is the person at the back, the one who is taking up an entire bench just for himself, tail resting by his side. The one who had already caught Trance's attention from before and is now making his mind wonder even further the present reality.

'Aren't you going with them?' The big man asks from across the misty room.

'No, I'm err...' Trance's nervousness paralyses him as his tongue stumbles over the word.

'Gay? I'd have never have guessed.'

'Really? Why would yo- oh.' Trance stops himself as he realises that the dinosaur is being facetious with him.

Suddenly a loud and roaring noise thunders across the sauna room. As it bounces off the wood panelled walls Trance physically jumps. With his hackles raised and nominally curly tail straight he looks for the world like a frightened pup in need of succor. The loud noise that startled him is in truth the larger man swept up in his own sense of humour. Trance huffs, paws on his hips as he stares down the dinosaur as he slowly stops laughing. The absurdity of the situation is not completely lost on the canine as he fights back a sympathetic smile. Of course, the only two men left are the two not in the least bit interested in peeping at undressed females, and that leaves a very obvious if maybe yet slightly presumptuous deduction for them both.

'You're gay?' Trance asks, his confidence returning as he stands naked across from the ankylosaur.

'Close. I'm just not that interested in girls right now.' The big guy replies.

Now the dinosaur does something subtle yet powerfully effective. Up until the husky had not even realised that the saurian has been sat with his legs crossed, obscuring a clear view of his crotch. That changes now as he slowly uncrosses one powerfully built leg from the other. As he does so Trance catches a murky look beyond the vapour of something that even for a man of Iscin's size is a mouth-watering feast for the eyes. Yet the scaly schlong he is treated to quickly hides again as the dinosaur crosses his legs again, this time with the other leg. Leaning back against the back of the wooden bench he makes it all look like he was just adjusting his posture.

'So...' Trance starts and stops again, noticing that he his blue rocket is peeking.

'...want to get a room?' Iscin finishes the short sentence.

CHAPTER THREE

Hot

Butterflies kick up a veritable typhoon deep in the pit of the canine's belly as his paws leave the floor. The strong hands of the scaly stud effortlessly lifts up the black and purple husky. Trance tries to affectionately nuzzle into the larger man's chest, twisting and turning as he does so. His cold nose rubs back and forth between the other male's padded pectorals. Better this over Trance trying to thrust his stiffening doggy dick against the dinosaur's belly. Even with their exposure to one another, there is an unspoken expectation for Trance to behave and he has no intention of ruining the mood, even if he does feel like a pup fooling around for the very first time again.

'Don't squirm so much or I might just drop you.' Iscin warns the eager dog.

'I'm sure this'd catch me.' Trance replies as his paws kick at the rising leviathan betwixt the dinosaur's legs.

'Where do you get off saying such an outrageous thing?' The dinosaur retorts in chagrin from the blushing response that Trance has coaxed out of the masculine male.

Such a suggestion, although outrageous in intention, is not beyond belief when looking at the ankylosaur's phallic might. Dinosaurs are naturally large in all manner of proportions, yet nowhere is this so striking as the virile flagpole rising up from its previous slack position between Iscin's legs. It is a long, hot fleshy torpedo more than four feet long riddled with segmented ridges and ending with a broad head that is nearly thirty inches around. It is an ambitious thing for anyone of the dog's size to take on, but years of experience does have its uses.

'Get on the bed and then turn me over. I need to get to work if you want to get some relief tonight.' Trance asks and the reptile acquiesces.

Now laying on top of the naked reptile, Trance can both hear and feel the shifting mattress that bows underneath the ankylosaur's immense weight of muscle and bone. The bedsprings slowly settle as Iscin adjusts himself, legs swung over the edge of the bed and feet still on the floor. Trance now crawls forwards, their positions relative to one another in a rough semblance of sixty-nineing. Outstretched paws reach out for the prize still only at half-mast whilst the dog's rock hard blue rocket drags against the larger man's chest leaving a trail of reflective pre-ejaculate. It is all he wants as the dog finally gets both hands around the dino dick that has been calling to him since before he even laid eyes upon it.

A phallic hat trick; throbbing with a primal virility, radiating a glowing lust and oozing a viscous and musky ambrosia. Trance whines and pants as he pulls back on the pillar of solid malehood before him, bringing its broad and glistening wet glans closer to his lips. On the other end of the bed the saurian huffs and tries to relax as he lets the pup go to work. His own hands are resting upon the dog's naked bubble butt, claws combing through the soft, short fur that feels like velvet to his large, rough fingers. He smiles at the cute sphincter winking back at him as one part of the dog's awareness thinks to flex and help spread himself, presenting for his chosen mate for the evening. Body and mind know what is both required and desired of him, even if he is presently distracted by the feast before him.

A dog's mouth has a great many advantages when it comes to the ancient art of oral stimulation. Its long and flexible tongue, for example. Trance starts by using his to lick at the slit at the top and swirls around the glans, lapping up the nectar. As his hot breath washes over the throbbing organ he inches closer to wrap his lips around it. His muzzle's elongated shape provides a hot, wet and tight corridor for the blisteringly hot sceptre he now strains to get his jaw around. The husky's eyes widen as he struggles over the girth of what only his hands were becoming intimate with until this very moment.

'Don't choke on it.' Iscin warns as he feels Trance begin to get his mouth around his pillar of a phallus. The response from down below is noting but a muffled arf.

Whilst Trance wolf's down the abundance of prehistoric penis offered up to him, Iscin takes a closer inspection of the dog's rump. Claws anchor themselves with tender pricks of pain arcing along Trance's back. He watches the dog's fur stand with a bemused smirk. Everything about this little mammal is soft, sensitive and remarkably handsome. Luxuriously kept fur belies the urban life he lives. Yet the toned muscle keeping his body thin and tight also suggests a gym regiment and at least some cardio. This is a husky that enjoys his body even as he enjoys others. It is a perfectly suited for the appreciating eye. However, it is the ankylosaur's mouth and his own tongue that is going to do express this appreciation now. Trance now feels the hot breath of the other man serving as a precursor for hot contact with his tight little anus.

The struggle only grows for the mammal. Already burdened with a mouthful of colossal cock he is now forced to expend what little air he manages to inhale between suckling sessions on loud and shameless moaning. This is not his fault of course, not when his ass is being drilled into by an experienced lover. Although not as relatively long as his own tongue, the dinosaur's oral muscle is still large and flexible enough to create a sizeable impression working open his virgin tight tailhole. An involuntary response has Trance jumping forwards a bit and in doing so begins to gag, hard.

'Ack, s-slow down.' Trance asks as he pulls off from the python that was blocking his esophagus.

'Sorry, I didn't think you'd jump like that.' Iscin says, his claws loosening their grip as he rubs the dog's butt cheeks as if to soothe him. 'Perhaps we should move on to something little different.'

'Like what?' Trance asks, with a craving twinkle in his purple eyes.

'I think you already know.'

Trance sits up and his back now to the towering rod rising from the great reptile's crotch. The larger man also sits up and scoots back along the mattress so his back is to the wall. Momentum gently pushing the husky back into that gargantuan member that keeps him upright. Each looks into the other's eyes and the canine suddenly knows what it is to be some poor wildebeest caught staring down two cones of light from oncoming traffic. One way or another he is going to get ploughed into. The only choice he has to make is if he wants to take the first turn and have events progress at his own pace. This is consideration for the obvious difference in scale and endurance between them.

With this understanding the husky makes his move. Iscin sits back, watching with captivated attention as the black and purple dog bows his knees and stands up on the dinosaur's marble like abdomen. Such a firm, scaly stomach allows surprisingly good footing as Trance backs up until he can feel the tip of the spear as it pokes against the small of his back. The ankylosaur's erection is truly tremendous, over half of the dog's full body height. He can feel is tail strike it as it happily wags left and right. This also tickles the sensitive glans causing a sudden impulse to buck that is resisted, for now.

'I think we slobbered over each other enough. Take a seat, cowgirl.' That deep voice solicits.

A fusion of concern and excitement are playing havoc with the husky's sense of things. Nevertheless he reaches behind him and gets a handle on the meaty spear behind him. With care and not so much grace he hops up and is forced to allow his body weight to force his sphincter open, his paws having left the footing he thought he had. It works just as intended but the shock to his system rips out an anguished howl from the impaled canine. His eyes water as he wriggles with his claws barely touching the saurian's belly as he sinks down onto the reptile's rogering pole. The only assistance rendered is for Iscin reach for his dick and steady the massive instrument as the dog drops until his feet once more can prop him up.

'FUCK!' Trance exclaims, his claws scratching at the dinosaur's scaled torso as he tries to push himself up a fraction for comfort.

'Relax, you'll get used to it.' Iscin suggests, all whilst unable to hide a wicked smile.

Although it is only the tip from the ginormous ankylosaur's perspective, it feels more like a whole cock to the mammal whose fur is standing on end now. He pants hard as he tries to relax, his gut churning whilst his sphincter screams for mercy. His anal walls really do feel like they are virgin again, though this perception is far removed from reality. Relief only comes in a slow, tortuous realisation as after almost a minute of awkwardly balancing on the peak.

'Now, keep going.' Iscin says with authority as he keeps his cock steady with two hands.

'Y-Yes, sir.' Trance replies with implicit deference.

The journey down is simple enough. All that Trance has to do is weaken his knees and allow his weight to do the rest. Easy enough to start off, but harder than the dino dick splitting his furry cheeks asunder as he soon realises. It is not enough to simply allow gravity to do the work on its own, he has to wriggle. Squirming and writhing on the alpha he is straddling until the next few inches sink deep inside of him. The throbbing alone is enough to make the husky's own penis jump and slobber over itself and the muscular man below.

All other details, the minutiae and ambience of the room and the other male become hazy and forgotten seconds after he observes them. From the sound of the cold winds battering against the window, to the smell of dinosaur dick still on his tongue and snout. None of it matters to Trance whilst his entire body is subjected to potent and dominating shockwaves emanating his abused tailhole and the inner space beyond. Digits and extremities are beginning to feel numb after his third or fourth attempt to cram as much of the other male as possible inside of him. His circulatory system must be affected, to say nothing of the pins and needles from his nerves.

Now he tries to push himself off. With both feet he pushes down and he slowly rises back up. From the ankylosaur's perspective, it is amusing to watch as the dog shakes and whimpers. His hands inevitably wrapping themselves around his own engorged blue bone. This must be like a dream for him. An impossible challenge for a bold and ambitious pup. Maybe his genetics do not express themselves in the cold weather. But here, in his element, the husky is displaying endurance that few of similar size could ever hope to exercise. So he is not just amused, but even impressed by Trance's action.

Unfortunately for the canine things are not progressing as smoothly as the big man underneath him would like. Iscin is used to more sturdy partners and taking a more active role in his own fornicating. Even with his two hands both stroking and stabilising his throbbing butt buster, there is no way he is going to come at this lethargic pace. Whilst Trance is going down for the fifth, far more smoothly than the first two, the saurian decides to move on and do things in a far less leisurely manner.

He tries to shout, or even scream if there was any breath left in his lungs. Not in fear exactly, for he does not believe that the dinosaur wishes to injure him. But, he is surprised and feels as though things have suddenly taken a turn for the worse as he is thrown down onto the bed and the massive reptile looms over him. Iscin spreads his legs, straddling the bed just as much as the canine who is pinned down between fabric and scale. His rump still stuck around the fat head of that turgid terror, poised to drill down into the dirty dog.

'Don't panic. I just need something a little more lively. Promise not to try forcing the whole thing into you. I'm sure that'd be fatal. But you can take, at least half, right?' Trance is not sure if the rhetorical question is arousing or terrifying, but they are about to discover the answer together.

With one arm Trance is effortlessly kept belly down as the dinosaur lines up and starts moving his hips forwards. This is far different from the jerky, plummeting Trance was doing before. Hacked up by the ankylosaur's strong muscles and far heavier weight, the penetration is smooth by virtue of irresistible force. If not for the pre-ejaculate that has been building up until now Trance might fear something being ripped from within. Fortunately the lubricating fluid facilitates a thorough furrowing of ass-side up pup. The submissive canine howls into the bedsheets as he feels the ridges pop inside of him like notches tallying the depth of his perversion. It goes on and on until he starts to wonder if there will be an end. Even half of the ankylosaur is larger than any wolf, deer or even horse the husky has hungrily accepted inside of his body until now.

A reprieve. It finally stops. Or that is to say that it stops forcing its way inside of him. That throbbing as the unusually asymmetrical surface of the mammoth cock stretches his rectum wide seems to only hasten. Iscin is getting excited and when a man who is more than twice your size gets excited you know that things are going to get tough. From without, Trance can feel the larger man shifting, he is preparing his large and heavy tail, ending in a fused hammering bone, as a counterweight for what comes next. It is at this very moment, the quiet before the storm, that the husky might pray for a protective ward for what unholy things are about to happen to his quivering ass.

With a grunt, the ankylosaur pulls back. The ridges pop and electric explosions start setting off deep inside of the canine. It is still only just half, barely more than two feet of hard and lustful prehistoric pussy pounding meat. Yet it is enough to set off a firestorm racing across the dog's entire nervous system as he feels it thrusting back inside of him. Deep and determined the dinosaur drives his point home. In and out with ever increasing ferocity as pendulous testicles, heavy with a ripened load of saurian semen, come crashing down against the back of the husky's legs.

'Tightest... mammal... yet.' Iscin can be heard above the sounds of slapping balls, rocking bed and the strangled cries of the hapless husky.

Anyone who passes by the guest room door right now might well not only hear the raunchy ramming happening inside, but also smell the rich and pervading smell of masculine musk. For only half a dozen poundings in the dog howls as not only does he expel all of the air in his lungs, but copious amounts of doggy jizz spilling across the bedsheets underneath him. His legs grow limper still, different parts of his body either limp and umber or tense and on metaphorical fire. This is like being caught between two afterlives; each one clawing at his very soul. The only thing he can do is whimper and cry with both pain and delight as he accepts this most outrageous of breedings.

Suddenly, the dinosaur slows his thrusting, though the twitching deep inside of Trance is far from slow. He realises that this is the moment, the penultimate pause before the inevitable. In his wisdom, and what little is left of his self-conscious concern, Iscin sits back up, using his tail as a third leg for balance. The dog is lifting up off the bed, his eyes hazily looking back at the sticky mess he has left there. Strong hands now grab him from either side and with a few final tugs, as if the dog is nothing but a cock sock, the reptile finally comes.

It is as if Mount Tengu has just violently exploded. That is if Mount Tengu was a dinosaur's monstrous meat-pole lodged deep inside of a talented gay dog. Just as Trance thinks that it is over, another quake rocks him as more ankylosaur spunk is pressure injected into his body. The hot mess warms him from within even as it begins to cool. Excess spills back, just as Trance thinks his belly is about to burst, or he is going to start coughing up white. However, it is the dinosaur's deafening roar and barely contained thrashing that shakes the building and displaces some of the paintings and cheap furnishings in the room.

'Best. Vacation. Ever.'