Michael and Eric - Chapter 3: Shower Scene
#3 of Michael and Eric
The morning sun gleams through the window, lighting up the room. Eric yawns as he opens his eyes and lazily scratches his stomach. He glances outside -- another beautiful day, perfect for tending to the garden -- before stretching and letting out a nice long fart. He lets out another as he stands and rubs his eyes, looking to where Michael should be but there's just empty space. "That's strange. Where could he be?" Eric can feel the worry in his heart. He didn't know how much he'd miss the mouse. He's spent a lot of time alone and then he finds someone who's willing to put up with his gas, someone who's cute, handsome, funny, smart... well, smarter than Eric atleast. He hears a muffled voice from his rear. He puts his hand down his crack and feels something squelch, peeling Michael free and bringing him back up he sees the mouse covered in brown stains. Eric brings him into the bathroom and puts some water in a bottle cap. "You can wash your shorts in this. I'll clean you up in the shower." Eric brings Michael into the shower and washes the stains off of him by hand, which only takes a few seconds. "Now it's your turn to clean me." Michael gives Eric a surprised look. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He says picking Michael up with his trunk.
Eric uses Michael to scrub behind each of his satellite dish ears. He washes his face and most of his long trunk. He then moves to his broad shoulders and across his strong, corpulent arms, then his soft armpits. He moves down to his immense belly, making sure to wash between the folds of his fat and his navel. He slides the mouse across his voloptuous, flabby hips to his curvaceous back before sliding down to his portly rump, gently rubbing Michael against each rotund cheek, then slips him between them until he feels Michael against his anus, slowly rubbing him around the rim, stopping occasionally to let out the blasts of hot air he'd been holding in. Michael can hear the cute moans that Eric's making even with the loud trumpets. Eventually he moves on to his balls, each one a gigantic boulder, and between his thighs. Finally he brushes Michael against the base of his erected shaft, slowly sliding him to the tip and back again, moaning with each stroke, slowly picking up the tempo. If Michael's face wasn't burried in flesh he'd probably say something. With one final stroke, Eric unleashes his load onto Michael (most of it getting on the wall), lasting for almost a minute.
Finished, Eric brings Michael back up. "Sorry about that. I'll clean you off." He says, putting Michael in his mouth, licking all the cum off his fur, and then pulling him out. Michael gives Eric an annoyed look. "Sorry."
"It's fine, but I get to do somethin' to you."
"Okay..." Eric says, secretly looking forward to it. They hear knocking at the door and Eric goes to answer, leaving Michael to wash himself. Michael can hear talking and then Eric returns looking very excited. "Michael! I have somethin' amazin' to show you!" Eric picks Michael up and covers him in his hands and brings him into the main room. He opens up his hands and Michael can see, standing in front of him, a hippo and a rhino. The first thing he notices is that they both have collars, which means they are pets, and the fact that they are here likely means that they have decided to be Eric's pets.
Michael never had any pets of his own growing up, but his brother was one. He basically said that all he does is laze around and watch TV. Sometimes he'd play fetch, or go for walks. Michael hasn't spoken to his brother in a long time.
The hippo is the first to introduce himself. "Hi! I'm Henry! It's so great to meet you!" he says, giving a big smile. Like Eric, he is also heavily overweight for his species: chubby cheeks, big belly, and bouncy-looking butt. The rhino introduces himself next.
"Name's Richard. Y'can call me 'Dick'." Richard has a scowl on his face and is noticably fat for a rhino, but not to the extent of Eric or Henry. He is also very hairy: stubble, armpits, chest, crotch, even his rear is bushy.
Eric introduces himself. "I'm Eric, and this is Michael."
"He's soo cute!" Henry replies in a bubbly way, causing Michael to blush.
"You two mus' be hungry, I'll cook somethin'!"
"That'd be amazing!"
'Dick' just gives a single nod.
"An' after that, we can give 'em a shower, righ', Michael?" Michael smiles at the thought of this.
"W-wait," Michael interjects "I need to get me pants first, and you're drippin' all over the carpet."
"Oh, yeah. Let's sort that out first." Eric blushes.
With the moon risen, and Michael feeling more exhausted and less clean than when he started, everyone goes to bed, big enough for all of them. Eric and Richard at the sides, with Henry squeezed between them, and Michael squished between an elephant's rump and a hippos rump, gassed from both sides. The first thing Michael wonders is what it'll be like being farted on by three Erics, the second is how Eric and Henry are able to sleep with 'Dick's' loud snoring: they must be heavy sleepers.