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Curiosity Filled the Furret

- For Suel

Where was that Arcanine...?

The Furret leaned back against the large cushion, nestling into it. It was morning at Café Plaisir, early morning at that. Barely gone 7am, and the summer sun was just starting to crest the roof of the bedroom block and shine down onto the balcony by the massage area. He felt the sun's rays tickling his ears, and giggled, wringing his paws as he waited. He'd stayed up all night for this...

That Arcanine had been here. Prometheus, his name had turned out to be, and it was yesterday at about this time. It had been inside, in the 'Special' Massage area... Ostensibly, the Furret had found out, it had been Prometheus who had been receiving the massage from that Linoone. Well, it was certainly _one_way to do a massage.

The Furret bit his lip.

Gods... he wanted that same thing done to him. If only-

The doors were pushed open behind him. His ears pricked, and he turned quickly, sighting over the back of his cushion.

The rest area was quiet, but a few customers were already sitting out here, enjoying enough cups of coffee that the bitter, refreshing smell permeated the air. Early risers or late sleepers like him, they all seemed to be rather quiet and just enjoying the tranquility of the bright, warm-coloured lounge, illuminated in the morning sunlight and graced by soft music and birdsong.

Between them, on the far side of the area... was the Arcanine.

The Furret's eyes widened. Sheesh... he was bigger than he remembered. As he walked down towards him, even the large-leafed plants he passed by seemed like little twigs. A Feraligatr was in a chair nearby - a_Feraligatr_- who seemed positively small compared to him!

He was walking by. He needed to say something. Well, say something quickly before he walked past and the view got a little...distracting.

"Hey! Hi. Hello!" The Furret said, stopping between each of the words, trying to get a better one each time.

Prometheus stopped, turning to look down at him. The large beast smiled, giving a nod.

"Good morning. I hope you are enjoying your stay..." He said, the mediterranean voice rumbling from the depths of his throat. The Furret could feel his cushion vibrating with that bass - or at least, it felt like it was. Maybe he was just quaking in the face of power.

"Well, yes. I am!" Replied the Furret. He was. But he knew he could enjoy it more. Wait, he could say that...

He coughed, leaning forward and straightening up. "But not as much as I, um, could be... if you know what I mean..."

The Arcanine looked at him for another moment, and then turned to face him, still watching with those large, red eyes. "Oh?" He bowed, putting a paw larger than the Furret's head against his own chest and bowing. "My name is Prometheus. Might I be of servize?"

Gods, that accent was hot...

"Oh! I would say... yes. Yes. Um, you know any... Linoones?"

Prometheus's smiled twitched. "Indeed. You wish me to fetch one, yes...?"

The Furret's eyes widened. "No! Well, not really, um... I heard about... how small they are. I figured that they must be... rather nice, right? You know..."

This wasn't going well. The Furret's claws tapped together, and he was sure he was blushing. The Arcanine considered this for a moment before leaning in closer...

"And you are small for your species, is what you are saying." He replied. The Furret nodded slowly - he wasn't even a metre long, head to hips. The tail didn't add on that much more. And if what he'd seen yesterday was any indication...

"You want my _full_servizes, I expect. You do not need to be shy here." Prometheus showed off a row of white teeth when he grinned. "You understand the payment, Mr...?"

"Oh, um..." The Furret said, before a thought crossed his mind. "O-Of course, I can pay you afterwards. And, you can call me... Mr. Empty."

Prometheus' expression flickered. The Furret rushed to the end.

"S-Soon, you can call me Mr. Full."

...Damn. That was terrible.

But Prometheus grinned again more broadly. "Then Mr. Empty it is, and hopefully not for long." He stood up then - and immediately lifted a leg, straddling the large cushion effortlessly.

The Furret gasped. Two large, heavy balls filled his vision... oh, gods! Each one was bigger than his head, and they swayed as the Arcanine curled his body around, letting them hang ominously over his chest. He swallowed, his eyes tracking up to the thick, dark-furred sheath.

"I'd be careful." Prometheus rumbled from somewhere behind him. "I might be bigger than you expect."

But just as big a_s I want._The thought passed through his mind. He might have attempted saying it, but... he wasn't sure he could form words right now. He certainly couldn't a moment later as he leaned up, and quickly wrapped his paws around the Arcanine's sheath, burying his mouth against the end. His shaft was already there, hidden by the fur. It felt hot, so hot... and the taste too...

The Arcanine wasn't one for impatience, it seemed. By the time the Furret had drawn back for a breath of air, much of the shaft seemed visible. It was a deep red, criss-crossed with veins, and glistened with pre and saliva. Some of it beaded on the tip as it hung below him, visibly throbbing.

But how it grew...

In that typical canine style, the shaft bulged, swelled, growing bigger and bigger before his eyes. The Furret grasped it, rubbing it, and Prometheus lowered his hips. Those balls pressed against the Furret's thighs, the shaft resting on his underside, pressing into the fur.

Oh, gods... it just kept growing...! The Furret pressed against it with his paws, rubbing the flesh. He could even feel_it swell and grow, and he lifted his hind paws up around the balls to press against the Arcanine's crotch, rubbing it quickly as he squeezed the shaft before him. He leaned in, licking over the head, gasping as he tasted it. _S-so good...

Eventually, the nubs at the base of the shaft - the start of the eventual knot - slipped free from the thick, black fur of the sheath. The Furret grasped the shaft again, his hind paws rubbing behind the knot, and he licked and tasted the shaft. A spurt of pre suddenly jetted from it, hitting his cheek - he gasped, panting heavily, before delving back in. He needed to know how it tasted. Another spurt eventually landed in his muzzle, and he gulped it down. Another, and another... oh, goodness, how much did the boy have in him?

He leaned back, his heart beating rapidly, staring up at the shaft.

It was just over a foot long... more than twelve inches of deep red flesh pulsated before him, and he swallowed, staring at it. It wasn't even that the shaft was exceptionally large, - it was still big comparative to Prometheus' size as a large Arcanine, but compared to the Furret...

Even with the knot hovering over the Furret's hips, the tip already poked at his ribcage. He made a very undignified sound, his paws clenching.

"Second thoughts?" Prometheus' voice carried from behind him. The Furret pressed his paws down on the top.

"No... well, I mean... I just want..."

The Arcanine's body shook as he laughed. "Roll over."

The Furret obeyed the command, eying the shaft until the last moment, his paws pressing against the cushion as he rolled onto his belly. Prometheus moved back, and suddenly jaws closed around the scruff of his neck - not harshly, but enough to pick him up. He curled up, his tail just touching the ground as Prometheus moved, walking towards the large, wide-open glass doors and passing through them.

The small balcony to the side of the rest area overlooked Plaisir's inner garden, a small patch of green in the middle of the bedroom block. While the garden itself was still in shadow, the sun had moved now so that the entire balcony was bathed in light. Below, and through windows around the courtyard, several customers and waiters were already present and going about their day.

The Furret was placed by the fence, and he stood on his hind legs, curling his front paws against the wooden railing. He opened his mouth - but before he could speak, the weight of Prometheus' shaft slapped against his back. He jumped, biting his lip.

"Last chance. I won't feel like stopping when I'm inside..."

The Furret whined. His rational mind said no. His entire body said_please... now..._

"D-do it..." He said. His own shaft was fully out and hanging below him, he realised. It felt warm in the light of the sun. He quivered as the shaft throbbed against his back.

Prometheus dragged the shaft back, and The Furret breathed slowly as he did. The tip slipped past his tail, and then dug between his hinds. It throbbed, and he made another loud, needy whine as he felt that tip soaked in pre and saliva against him. The entire shaft had been covered in it, he made sure... Maybe... that'll make it easi-AAAAAAAH!

The Furret shouted as the shaft was driven into him. Just as he pulled his hips up, a large paw was pressed on the small of his back, forcing him back down, and the first few inches were driven into him. Tears immediately sprang to his eyes, and his paws shook, forcing him to grip the fence harder. "Nn...nnyyyyhhhhh!"

"Café... policy... says I need to stop if you tell me to..." Prometheus growled above him. There was definite strain in his voice. The Furret swallowed.

"Well.. c-customer is always right, yeah?" He said, lifting a leg. Ffffuck... the size... oh, but he needed this. To sate his curiosity, to sate his needs. "Well... I say... that you shouldn't stop u-until you've knotted me, whatever I say..."

Another paw wrapped quickly around his chest, and he felt claws dig into his fur. Prometheus' mane pressed into the back of his neck. "That's all I needed. Hold tight."

What followed... was incredible, a constant waterfall of delight, and probably something he'd regret when he was trying to walk later. But for now... oh, how it felt...!

Prometheus pulled back, but then drove his shaft in again. The Furret felt his rear stretch - the pre and the saliva worked fine as lube, but his body still had to adjust, and oh gods how much it needed to adjust to! The heat, the size, the roughness of the Arcanine waiter above him. Paws pressed down, curling around him, claws digging in to hold him in place. He grabbed needily at the rail in front of him, his body being pushed back and forth in the thrusting.

And oh, it only got rougher and rougher, the Arcanine slamming forwards each time and then tugging back. The entire shaft was now forced into the Furret, his legs twitching as he yelped in utter pleasure. Beneath them, behind them, through the windows - as the Furret thrashed, trying to deal with the continual, relentless fucking, he spotted people staring. SO many watching now... this place was more public than he realised. Not that it gave him any kind of second thoughts.

The knot suddenly pressed against his rear. He yelped louder, his back paws lifted off the floor and flailing in mid-air. He turned back, seeing the Arcanine's hips continuing to work. His mind was taken over by the feeling of being filled over and over and over again, his body having to stretch so much. He swore he could even feel it against his belly, and his paws shook.

"I... I can't... t-too big...!" He found himself saying.

"You can." Prometheus rumbled above him. "And I swear by Olympus itself, I'll make sure of it."

The Furret was pressed forwards, his chest pressed firmly into the Arcanine's paw with every single thrust. Again and again, that knot pressed against his rear. He could feel both huge orbs of it, felt it throbbing and straining. The Arcanine's hefty balls slapped his feet, and he made another yipping sound as he imagined how much they contained.

"Gods... above..." Prometheus growled. "I'm going to fill you up...!" The Furret gritted his teeth, his eyes shut, that knot slamming into him again and again and...

And then it stopped, just straining against him, the entire power of those large, muscular hips behind it, and then...

The Arcanine jolted forward as it finally slipped in. The Furret's hips burned, and he yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure. The sound was instantly drowned out as Prometheus roared - a bestial yell. No intelligence, no words, no deeper meaning than lust, pleasure, dominance...

That_knot_. It throbbed, and he felt it swell to its final size, keeping him exactly there, not moving one bit. The Furret whimpered loudly out of the sheer feeling, knowing how big it was, and knowing that it would be a struggle to even get it out. He stared down - and saw the full effects of the size of the Arcanine. His belly bulged gratuitously, the shape of the Arcanine's cock dimly visible against his insides. He stared past them, past his own over-engorged shaft.

Against his rear, those huge balls pressed against him, and then he both saw and felt them jump. If he was full before...

He felt every spurt. The Arcanine twitched at each one, the shaft jerking and pulsing inside him. He even felt it in his belly, a sort of expanding feeling as each long, thick rope was poured into him. He'd seen it yesterday - the Linoone's belly so swollen, and even that which had leaked out had formed a sizable puddle on the floor. Oh, but fuck, that was all_in him now, and with that so very evident knot holding it all in... he couldn't help but... _ahhhhh!

The Furret orgasmed too. The feeling of the cum splashing into him, the throbbing of the member, the way that knot dug against his prostate and massaged it with every jet of cum. He couldn't help but orgasm, feeling the Arcanine sate his lusts on his body...

They must have been there for... well, who knew? He certainly wasn't keeping time. Ten minutes, half an hour, way past when his orgasm had died down, and that cum had finished spurting into him. He slumped against the balcony rail, staring down at a belly so distended that the shaft was no longer visible. He swallowed... walking after it? It'd take him a week. He might need therapy.

The Arcanine's breaths were loud, ragged, and eventually they slowed down. The paws against him began to rub slowly, a gentle massage for his own efforts, it seemed. The Furret couldn't even speak... he didn't have the words, let alone the breath.

"Rrrrrrr..." Prometheus growled, his chest vibrating against the Furret. He gulped between breaths. "How does it feel, Mr. Full?"

"F-Feel?" He gasped, and then whined, his paws twitching. "I...nnnn...!"

Prometheus laughed again. "My pleazure, of course..." He said, and then breathed in. The Furret tried to say something else, but was cut off as his waiter turned around, suddenly pulling him to the floor. He rolled onto his back, the world spinning momentarily. He came to a rest at last, and stared up at his grossly distended belly, and the Arcanine's two large balls resting atop it. His legs were tiny compared to them, sticking out on either side.

"Now, we will go discuss payment." Prometheus said - and then the Furret gasped as the floor began to move.

Curiosity is a curious thing in and of itself. Sometimes, it puts you in unsavoury situations, sometimes at the hands of great discovery... and sometimes, it puts you around an Arcanine's knot, as he drags your cum-filled little body in his wake.