1 - Down we go
#1 of Tyler
A small tiger recounts the time he saw a huge stallion 'take care' of his bullies, before giving him his own token of appreciation.
Contains Male-on-Male oral.
-edited to improve the writing and remove some rather silly mistakes-
Extract preserved for posterity from before my corrective edits:
'His balls churched'
Yes, ToE, very good. You can definitely do the writing thing.
This is my first story. I hope I'll be able to write more, but this is most of what I've got for now, and I'd like to get some feedback on my writing before I go any further. Planned continuation would involved CV later on, possibly, it depends on what people think of it. And now, without further ado, Down we go!
The cool night was agitated only by a very slight breeze that ruffled Jack's fur. His muzzle twitched as he sniffed the air, the smell of the laguna filling his senses. Looking across the roofs, washed in blue light by the star-filled sky, he took another sip of his hot chocolate. From his roof terrace, he had an unequaled view on the night lights of the piazza San Marco. The small tiger smiled contentedly, taking in the scene, and nodded. This would do just fine. He could feel the inspiration flowing, the memories coming back. Here he could write about all that had happened, so long ago.
He had gone for a late evening swim at the local pool, in late november. He was mostly focused on avoiding two guys. Stereotypical 'college jocks'. You already know how this part of the story goes. Jack was tiny and they were huge, they were bullies and he was weak. He couldn't remember their names, but one was a massive grizzly who had trimmed down his fur in order to swim faster, the other was an Ossifrage, a pretty big bird who matched his friend in height, bulk and cruel spirit. They both were known for hanging out near the pool in the evenings, practicing stunts and driving out other casual swimmers. The ossifrage particularly enjoyed how much he terrified Jack. He used to have a bit of a phobia of birds, back then.
That day, as usual, they played out their antics on people in the pool. Diving from high up, splashing everyone, barging through the lane both abreast and muscling past people were their usual activities. Troll stuff. When they spotted Jack, who was doing his best to avoid them and swim slow lengths on the far side of the pool, the ossifrage snuck up on him in the water, cruising just below the surface. As Jack sank below for another stroke, the bird surged forwards, sliding above the tiger, and suddenly kicked him down just as he was coming up for a breath. Jack immediately knew what was going on. They'd played this trick on him before. He let himself sink to the bottom, preparing to hold his breath for as long as he could. Opening his eyes and let the water sting them. he caught sight of the vulture waiting patiently around the surface, grinning down at him, taunting him to come back up from the depth. Mercifully the staring contest was aborted as something else seemed to capture the idiot's attention. He hoisted himself out of the pool, but Jack stayed below for a moment, fearing a trap. They might be waiting just at the edge for him to surface. His breath, however, was not unlimited, and he realized he had no choice but to take the chance and surface, hoping they weren't there.
What Jack did not see as he stayed down was that both of the bullies had walked away, heading to the showers. As they went, they bumped into people they crossed, secretly grinning as some of them slipped to the ground, and a couple even fell back into the water. That is, until the grizzly slammed his bulky shoulder full-force at someone he vaguely saw passing by. The grizzly was pretty muscular, standing seven feet tall, and he had put all his strength behind the shove. Yet his hit had no effect on the unseen stranger, who had watched quietly as the bird shoved Jack the tiger into the water, and now stared back evenly at the two bullies. The grizzly glared back at the stranger who had stood like a rock against his shove, intending to call out something offensive, but he shuddered under his gaze, turning back and quickening his pace towards the shower.
It was closing time, and the place was starting to empty, the golden rays of the setting sun coming through the great windows of the building when Jack realized the two had gone. That was bad. They might be preparing an ambush. He got out, quickly showered in the common area, and then made his way down a corridor lined with changing rooms. His heart thumped loudly, expecting a trap at any moment. It had happened several times in the past. The doors on the right side of the corridor opened on common changing rooms, for large groups. On the left, there were individual shower stalls. Both could be locked, and both contained bad memories for him. To his surprise, though, no grasping hand came out to seize him, no sudden growl rose from behind. He was passing the last common changing room, thankful for his luck, when he heard a brief squawk, cut off as suddenly as it rose to a kind of muffled sqeal. He froze, and listened. His feline senses could pick up a very low muttering, still accompanied by the quiet squealing, coming from the changing room. Intrigued, he pushed the door only slightly ajar, and looked through. The sight froze him in place.
All anthros were different in size, not only depending on your race, but also on the genetic lottery. He had seen tiny grizzy bears who weren't above five feet, and then his old bully, who was well over seven. He looked small, compared to the stallion standing there in the common room. He was enormous, towering up to the ceiling far above. His fur was chocolate brown, except for beautiful patches of white fur on his legs and arms. A long blonde tail fell just shy of the ground, mirroring his thick mane which fell across his muscular back in rivers of gold. The grizzly, meanwhile, was curled up on the grounds, apparently unconscious, his hands bound behind his back by zip ties.
Kneeling in front of the stallion was the ossifrage, his beak wide open as the stallion slowly fed his cock into the bird's neck. Holding it at the base in one hand, he was stroking the plumage behind the bird's head with the other, muttering soft encouragements, gently ruffling through the soft white feathers.
'That's good, that's good. Come on, just a bit more'
The ossifrage was looking pleadingly upward at the stallion, his beak stretched wide open, to a trembling point of extreme tension. His long neck bulged as the thick length inside stretched it wide. The horse, as Jack had started to watch, had almost pushed the bird's beak up to his hilt. He nickered softly, muttering more soft words to the bird, and re-adjusting his position, putting a foot up on the bench which pressed against the bird's back. His thighs tensed, and the bird's whining redoubled as it realized the horse was preparing to plunge deep into its throat. The move also gave Jack a full view of the horses' large sack. It hung close to his cock, pulled up by the horse's excitement, the two balls each as large as Jack's head, if not more.
The equine paused his continuous push into for a moment, sighing in contentment. He was being oddly tender with the bird, and obviously had a thing for his plumage. The hand that held his cock let go and slid forwards, stroking its lower beak and neck slowly, ostentatiously to groom him, and provide him some comfort, but obviously looking for a stronger grip for the horse's pleasure. The long blonde tail, which had been swinging like a pendulum, dropped still for a little while as he relaxed, enjoying the warm massage that he was receiving from the vulture's throat. The hand that held the beak stopped, finding a hold at the base of his head, clutching the bird's skull by the jaw. The stallion's biceps flexed, like sculpted marble under his brown skin. He gripped a little tighter, and pushed the last few inches of his cock in, up to his hilt. Drool dripped out of the bird's mouth, the low whine rising again as he was buried in the large crotch. Above him, the horse was giving signs that he was very much enjoying this, particularly the bird's warm throat and soft plumage, not to mention the mind-blowing sensation of the curved lower beak stroking the skin between his balls.
'Good boy, good boy.' The horse cooed, edging ever so slightly in and out, getting himself stroked by his toy. The lower beak slowly scratched that special place, and a deep nicker rose from above. The clear saliva that dripped out of the bird only added to the delight he was taking out of the situation
Jack bit down on his lip as he saw his bully be used like this. He had often hoped that they would get a taste of their own medicine, but this was far, far better than anything he had hoped for. The horse radiated everything that the bullies had tried to be, but had lacked. Confidence, possibly to the point of arrogance, seemed to ooze from his every pore. His body...oh god his body. With the eye of a practiced art student, Jack's gaze hungrily roamed over him. There was nothing that he would have changed. In fact, he doubted he would have been able to draw this from his own imagination.
The ossifrage was starting to panic, and tried to draw back. His dilated black pupils renewed their silent pleading, as its beak twitched, frantically trying to rid itself of the overpowering invasion. A deep murmur rose in the stallion's chest, and he pulled his hips back smoothly, up and backwards, pushing the bird's head down slightly to free his shaft. Jack's eyes seemed about to explode out of his head as more and more of the horses' member kept pouring out of the beak, coated in saliva which dripped down in thick drops, or clung to the beak in drooping filaments. He didn't know how long he had expected the cock to be, but it was definitely longer. What was worse-or better, he couldn't decide which- was that as the horse pulled out, it became clear it wasn't even fully erect. This was just a semi. After a couple of seconds that seemed to last ages - ages during which Jack purely forgot to breathe - a new bulge appeared in the vulture's throat, pushing his neck out as it journeyed upwards, leaving it thinner and empty below it. The ridge was slid up the neck by the horses' strong hips, and dragged back to the vulture's mouth.
Breath came back to the bird with a sharp and sudden gasp, its chest heaving like it was trying to take in all the oxygen there was in the room. The horse refused to draw his cock completely out, though, and stopped just as his head came out into the beak, stretching it even wider. The bulge that Jack had seen now became visible, and the tiger reached down to his swimming trunks to stroke the hardness that had grown there: pushing the beak wide open was a shiny, light brown head covered in saliva, and a ridge that was topped by little dark studs projecting backwards, to rub and grip whatever it's bearer decided to stuff. The stallion looked deep into his toy's eyes, enjoying the bird's warm breath over his tip. His hands clutched the bird's head on both sides, feeling the heavy breathing in its throat, keeping his focus on him.
At the door, Jack's eyes, which had been exploring the whole horse's body ever since he caught sight of him, was now fixed on that ridge, that crown. He could almost feel the studs in his mouth, the feeling of softly nibbling them, and looking up at the delighted stallion above him like the bird was, as he was clutched, used like the other one was.
'Good boy. Very good boy.' The horse muttered. Jack almost thought he was being addressed in his own fantasy for a few seconds, and his heart skipped a beat in sheer fright, biting down hard on his lip as the deep voice almost singlehandedly brought him to climax.
A low whine came from the bird. He couldn't talk with the head stretching his beak to the utter limit.
'I'm close you know. Very close. You know where I want to finish?'
Jack almost gasped at the words. He thought he could taste blood being drawn by his teeth digging into his lip.
The bird nodded and whined again pleadingly, looking no less terrified. Yet he obeyed the horses' lustful summons. His tongue flicked against the tip, catching a drop of pre, twisting around it in patterns, the bird trying his utmost to please his huge occupant as fast as possible. He pushed forwards once more, as his heavy breathing began to subside, coming to swallow the cock again. The stallion nickered, pleased, and pushed forwards with his hips, sliding himself back into the bird's throat.
They went back and forth, gently, for a time. The bird pleasured his master by using the full length of his neck to stimulate the sensitive crown, rubbing it's bumps inside his throat as he edged up and down, his beak leaving a trail of drool along the horses' shaft. Jack's eyes couldn't leave that great ring moving inside the vulture. He looked from the horses' face to his toy's neck, back and forth, back and forth, seeing the horse pull his crown slowly up and down, driving him closer to the edge. The stimulation he was getting from every rub inside the bird was all too obvious. This relaxed rhythm let him enjoy that to its utmost degree. All of a sudden, though, the stallion's pushes became more insistent. His hands reached back to the bird's head, before one headed down to the neck to stroke his crown as it raced up and down inside the bird, a nail digging in to stroke individual studs.
Jack, to his terrible shame, was unable to ask a second longer. He gave a tiny whine as he came in his swimming trunks, curling up on the ground as the biggest orgasm he had ever experienced racked his body in great shudders.
'Oh yes. Oh yes. Come on, you know you want it.' The horse nickered excitedly, unaware of the tiger who has clinging to his every word at the door. He pulled the bird's head up, shoving his cock deep inside before relinquishing his hold and letting the bird fall down, whining. The strokes became vigorous, the clear slime coating the horse's cock as he lifted out of his toy twice every second now mixed with precum. Every time he plunged back in, eagerly seeking release in the bird's belly, excess saliva was pushed out against the edge of the bird's mouth. A gurgle and slap accompanied every push that the horse made, precum and drool coming up in bubbles and running down the fuckbird's neck, the feedback increasing the beautiful equine's confidence and speed.
As he reached his climax, he gave two deep strokes, pushing all the way up to the hilt both times, holding the bird against his crotch and churning balls, and his seed poured down through his cock. A flood of cum and saliva flowed out of the beak, over the earlier slims which had started to harden on his feathers. The vulture's neck flexed as it frantically gulped down the cum being pumped in at its base. The horse gritted his teeth, killing a huge, proud neigh that came out as a high-pitched groan, and stamped the his foot to the ground, raising his head to the ceiling. His tail gave a high flick in the air as he reached ecstasy, before falling down in a long still flow of hair, perked up at it's root as every muscle the horse had flexed tight, trying to meld the bird into his cock, and keep emptying his sack into him. The balls seemed to flex and tighten in the horse's dark crotch, pumping in great spasms. Jack could see the throbbing vein that was sending the horses' load, growing as thick as his wrist, before slowly receding to a more normal size, as the horse slowly returned from bliss.
At last, he released his iron hold on the bird, and let the spent toy collapse to the ground, cum flowing from his beaks in bubbling hiccups. The horses' huge member hung in full view of Jack, the bottom 16 inches coated in thick cum, which slowly began to drip down to the ground.
'Good. Good.' The stallion panted heavily, laying his hands on his hips, his head hung low and eyes closed. He drew his raised leg back down, standing tall and straight. Jack was completely paralyzed. He focused his every sense on trying to record the horses' amazing appearance. It was like a sight out of his wildest dreams. 'I can hear you, you know.'
His eyes flickered open, and the horses' head turned to look at the door. Jack felt warmth flow over him. The stallion's gaze was like a ray of warm sunlight. There was a gentle smile on his mouth that spoke of satisfied hunger, and pride in his member which had managed to captivate the little tiger. Jack couldn't answer. The little weed that he was, who had lived only to disappoint all those he knew, existed in the eyes of this god-like figure.
'That's an awful lot of purring for such a small kit.'
Jack slowly crawled to his feet and pushed the door further open, realizing he was indeed purring madly. There was no controlling it. He had, in fact, no control over anything. His entire world was those twelve feet of enormous masculinity in front of him. The horse turned towards him, giving him a better view of his whole body, obviously enjoying the attention.
'Honey, I'm glad I had a good time, but you want to leave this locker-room. There's no coming back where these boys are going.' The horse slowly rumbled. His tone was soft, but it also bore unflexible authority, lifting the veil of Jack's lust for a moment. He understood the words. He understood everything the horse meant, and all the consequences. 'I only need two. So get your cuteness out of here, and finish yourself off somewhere quiet.'
Jack stepped in, backed up against the door, and turned the lock behind him. Locking himself in the room. With the stallion.
The horse arched an eyebrow as he looked at the little tiger approach him, still purring madly. The kit stopped just short of touching his huge cock. The warmth radiated off him like a bonfire. The horse made no motion to stop him. His beautiful, rich brown fur concealed muscles that looked like Michelangelo had chiselled them.
Jack kneeled, bringing his head to the height of the cock's tip, and leaned forward to nuzzle it. The milky white cum was lazily travelling down its length, gathering into a big drop at the very tip, ready to wastefully splash down the floor. As he pulled back, from his inspection of the head, some of the cum stuck to his muzzle, and he lapped over his nose to bring it in.
'Cute.' The stallion nickered, amused. He was looking down his length, unmoving, at the tiny little kit at the bottom of his shaft. Jack sensed that he now awaited a thorough cleaning, since the kit had not heeded his initial warning. Trying to back out would elicit a...strong response. Not that Jack had any notion of that.
The tiger reached forwards, and sucked the large drop of cum up, before lapping over the tip of the cock, slowly cleaning the white cum off the huge head, swallowing the remnants of the load in great gulps. He slowly worked his way up to the great crown, on the ledge of which a residue of extra cum had built up. He exacted his new fantasy then and there, reached out to one of the small bumps that lined the crown, sucking it free of cum, nibbling it gently, and moving to the next, slowly circling the huge cock as it's bearer looked down from above, thoroughly enjoying the tiger's attentions to a part of his anatomy he was most proud of.
Some extra cum welled up at his cock's slit, his strong member sensing that there was a taker for what little it could still squeeze out. Jack reached down with one hand, and gathered the drops on two fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to taste. As the kit completed his full circle The horse nickered softly, Jack seeing his long blonde tail swishing happy behind him. He ran his hands up the horses' thick legs on both sides, stroking the beautifully kept chocolate brown fur, white socks rising a foot high from his feet. He kissed the pink head, and trailed his tongue upwards, reaching to the remaining 8 inches of cum-drenched cock.
A white hand reached down from the stallion's hip, and, making a ring around his shaft, slowly began to slide down, pushing the cum down towards Jack. Excess drops fell down on the floor or on the kit below, making white rivulets of cum on his striped back. Jack meowed plaintively, and the stallion gave a soft snort.
'Don't worry, you're getting most of it.' He muttered. As his hand reached the end, Jack licked up the ring of cum it had brought forwards, working quickly to waste as little as possible of the stallion's huge, still-warm load. Another nicker rewarded his effort, and the horse held out his fingers, dripping cum, and pushed each one into the tiger's mouth, having them thoroughly sucked clean. The kit looked up at the stallion as he did so, his amber eyes stuck in a great gaze of wonder. Above him, the equine male shook his head, his mouth stuck in a half smile, as he took a step back, his cock glistening clean. Despite that, though, his brown eyes stayed locked with the kit's, and Jack could feel that he had pleased the stallion. He licked some cum left on his muzzle, and stayed there, kneeling on the ground, awaiting the horses' next desire.
'Silly kit. Get yourself home now.' The horse muttered, running his hand along the top of the tiger's head, scratching him a little behind his ears.
The now cleaned horse turned around, flicking the kit's nose playfully with a swish of his tail. He picked up the two passed-out jocks, and having bound and gagged them, zipped them into a large duffel bag. He hoisted it up on his shoulder, and walked down the changing room towards the door. He unlocked it, passed through, and disappeared. Jack stayed on his knees, his purring having finally come to an end. As the horse definitely did not appear to come back, he mewed plaintively, but he turned down the corridor, the soft padding of his feet gradually growing quiet.
The tiger stayed on the ground for a few moments, taking in the feelings he was experiencing. He had never been this excited, and hard, in his life. His fur became cold and was he sat there, deprived of the horses' warmth. His body temperature dropped rapidly, and combined with his wet fur and only wearing swimming trunks, he soon began to shiver. The cum, thick and slimy, yet deliciously sweet, coated the interior of his throat, and no amount of swallowing his own saliva would coax it to make its way down faster. Jack had given a few blowjobs before, but the horses' cum was a whole new deal, thick and sweet. He basked both in that sensation and in the memory of how the horse had looked at him. He had just been good to him, smiling and approving, not something Jack got very often. He had looked at him tenderly, warmed him, helped him. Jack gave another plaintive meow, but only silence answered. A door came shut in the distance.