Good Hunting
Blah blah blah excuses for writing naughty porn blah blah blah Happy Halloween!
Frankie leaned forward, spreading his webbed fingers across the massive white-furred nuts beneath his palms, groaning as he felt his paws sink into the soft, smooth white fur coating each huge orb. They were easily as big as bowling balls, though so much nicer to fondle.
The otter's slim chest rose and fell rapidly as he leaned in closer, eyes half-closed as waves of pungent, masculine musk assaulted his nostrils. The brown-furred male's sleek head dropped as his muzzle opened, stretching wide to fit around the throbbing member in front of him. The black-skinned stalk flexed slowly, leisurely, in no hurry as the otter's lips wrapped around the broad, slightly pointed tip.
Frankie's eyes squeezed shut as he leaned forward, fat tail lifting instinctively above his thick, bouncy rump. The shaft stretched his mouth nicely, just barely fitting, and contouring outwards against his cheeks. The otter's nostrils flared, sucking in even more of those wonderful pheromones, dazzling the five-foot male's brain further.
A big white paw descended, fingers outstretched. The dim light of the single bulb in the dingy gas station bathroom glinted across the sharp claws pricking through the soft white fuzz on those massive digits. A few black strips of fur ran across the back of the paw and occasionally up the arm, spaced several inches apart each.
Feeling the palm wrap around the back of his skull, Frankie's eyes squinted upwards, watering as the huge cock pulsed warm and hard against his splayed tongue. The tiger purred down at him from high up, far away, a towering beast nearly eight feet tall. Beefy pecs and a hard, slightly round gut didn't block the view of the tiger's bright blue eyes peering back at him, eager and hungry, a predatory angle to the feline's eyebrows that sent a chill of excitement down Frankie's spine and into his aching erection, which spit up a string of clear pre-cum onto the huge white tiger's immense balls.
The tiger's grunt of pleasure echoed through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as he leaned back against the sink, tail whipping back and forth around his side. His blue jeans clumped together around his ankles as the otter knelt between his thighs, both paws still groping and clutching at his oversized testicles.
Frankie's eyes clenched as he felt the paw squeeze his skull, pinching his round ears between powerful fingers.
His throat didn't stand a chance.
As the fat head of the pulsing stalk pushed deep, forcing Frankie to lean over further, and angle his ass higher into the air, trying to get above the massive cock as it stretched him out. The tiger's fingers pinched harder as the big feline took his time working the much smaller male down his gargantuan shaft.
The first blast of pre-cum came as a shock to Frankie. The otter's eyes snapped open, pupils dilating, as he felt the load of hot, entrancing seed pump down his throat and into his belly. His throat spasmed as he tried to pull off, only to get partway. The ropes of pre filled his mouth, coiled around his tongue, and as he swallowed desperately, the next burst a few moments later forced rivers of pungent, musky seed to spray from each nostril and flood out over his lips, soaking his chin and chest in moments. The otter's body twitched, head to toe, as his cock flexed up and smacked his belly hard. His hips swung forward as he struggled with the next blast and the next, as the tiger's paw kept pushing him back down.
Frankie couldn't see. He couldn't smell anything but the tangy, masculine scent of the muscular tiger's thick pre-cum. His throat ached, burning as the tip ground in again, this time going deeper as the tiger pushed his maleness forward, pointing it straight out with one bulging arm as the other dragged Frankie face-first down the imposing stalk.
Another blast of cum. Another blast. Another. The tiger's eager growls increased in volume and pitch as he leaned forward and grasped Frankie by the base of his tail. The otter's cock sprayed cum in an arc behind him as he felt the bigger male's arm pull his hips above his head, putting strain on the root of his tail base.
Completely at the tiger's mercy now, Frankie could do little but wriggle and twitch as the tiger's paw wrapped around his thighs, easily holding both knees together in a single oversized paw. The other wrapped around Frankie's midsection, holding the otter's backside against the tiger's rippling abdomen.
Frankie felt the world spin as the tiger lay back on the dirty bathroom floor, shirt-clad shoulders to the ground, hips lifting into the air. With his hips below his head down, Frankie could manage to snag a breath as the enormous shaft pulled partway from his throat, but relief was short-lived.
The powerful feline's hips clenched as they drove the massive black stalk into the otter's bulging throat. Another wave of pre-cum gushed from the aroused muscle-male's erection, forcing Frankie's smooth, trim belly to bulge obscenely. More seed sprayed from the otter's nostrils and leaked around the corners of his muzzle as the tiger drew back and thrust in again, hard, rough, unyielding, demanding the otter's throat give up entirely.
Frankie's ears twitched as the tiger's paws dragged him back and forth. His world was musk and cum and pressure and white fur and black stripes. More cum glugged into his belly, overwhelming him. His cock erupted again, and again, smacking against his stomach as it unleashed into his fur, adding to the already dizzying amount of seed soaking him to his skin.
The tiger's breathing intensified. Growls and shudders and twitches indicated the huge male's orgasm came near. Frankie's eyes opened wide, staring into the abyss as pleasure stole his brain away. The cock was his, in him, deeper, deeper, thrusting and stretching, smacking his nose and face and head into the huge nuts at the base as he felt the tip press into his belly, lewd and massive, stretching his belly in unnatural ways, again and again...
Harder, faster, until the tiger leaned back, gasping, up on one elbow, the other paw wrapped around just the otter's skull, forcing the jerking male's muzzle down into the sheath as the tiger hilted his entire, impossible length into the otter's far-too-small figure.
Frankie's stomach bloated as the first wave of the eruption fired off inside of him. The swelling of the feline's urethra as each further blast of potent tiger seed traveled up the incredible length pressed outwards against Frankie's throat, a rhythmic and carnal undulation.
The tiger's grip relented after the fourth or fifth such eruption. The otter's body slid backwards like a slow rocket as cum sprayed from his nose and throat. He splattered onto the floor in a puddle of cum, rolling on his fat, heavy belly, sloshing as his cock fired off again. Frankie's head hung down, muzzle still open, ragged gasps between the leaking cum still backing up from his distended belly.
The feline's paw gripped his cock and stroked, pointing the urgent tip towards Frankie's face. The otter's head turned towards the spray as it splattered across the flat bridge of his nose, his open mouth, his neck and chest, then across his stretched pelt as the tiger painted his stomach with gooey amounts of jizz. Frankie couldn't see anything as additional seed splattered against his closed eyes, the top of his head, his backside - really every part of him. A soaking mess, a rotund and fat five-foot otter moaning and crawling around in an inch-deep puddle of cum produced by an oversized, over-muscled Atlas of a feline, who grinned down at the wriggling otter with a pleased look in his eye.
The big male dragged his feet underneath him and stood. His jeans were soaked in juices, but he pulled them on anyways, and stuffed his semi-hard length down one leg, where the enormous tip oozed more thick white cum through the already soaked fabric. His huge nuts, still swollen and needful, managed to fit mostly as he buttoned the fly up, though bunches of white fur pushed outwards through the buttons when he'd finished.
Reeking of his own masculine emissions, the big cat grinned and flicked his tail tip across the otter's hard shaft. Frankie's cry echoed in the room as he came yet again, jiggling as the cum in his bloated stomach sloshed back and forth. His webbed paws gripped at his stomach, digging into his short, thick pelt, as thick jizz dripped from his waterproof fur to the floor around him.
The tiger smirked and stepped over the prone male on his way to the door. He paused as he left, glancing back over his shoulder.
"Let me know when you feel up to it and I'll take the other end for a ride too," he growled, cock twitching in his pants, oozing more cum into view as his maleness stretched the material outwards.
The tiger turned, left, and closed the door behind him, turning the "Out of Order" sign around as he did so. The noise and beat of the club surrounded him as he merged into the sprawling, full dancefloor, smoothly making his way through the crowd despite his size, and leaving plenty of twitching nostrils in his wake.
The feline's lips spread into a predatory grin, fangs exposed, when he spotted the dark gray rabbit with the hot little bubble-butt tush who was with the otter earlier. The rabbit was walking around, on his phone, obviously looking for Frankie.
The white tiger licked his lips as his arm draped around the rabbit's shoulders, one finger flicking out to knock the phone away into the crowd. The rabbit gaped up at the eight-foot-tall feline before his eyes widened even further at the visible erection running down the feline's pants.
"Looking for your boyfriend?" the tiger growled, just loud enough to be heard above the thumping music.
The rabbit nodded, looking back up at the tiger, eyes massive and dilated in the darkness. The feline's cock flexed against the bunny-boy's side as the tiger walked him towards the restrooms.
"He's right over here... heh..."