Playing with Myself
Author's note: This story just happened. Basically... it's a big ol' self-indulgence story that ended up involving some characters of a friend of mine. Don't... think about this too much, just enjoy it. It's more fun that way.
Playing with Myself
by pyrostinger
Callie and Ethan are owned by PliantTinting and used with permission.
Colin was surprised when he heard the door to his room being opened. The rat turned, and was further confused by the appearance of a wolf. He seemed familiar, which was odd to Colin because he had never laid eyes on a wolf with red eyes before, never mind one with a pentacle tattoo across his muzzle. "'Sup?" said the wolf, nodding to Colin and grinning.
"...hi? Who are you?" the piebald rat returned.
In response, the wolf laughed, further confusing Colin. "That's a silly question, you should know that," he said, and walked into the room as if he owned it. Looking around at the somewhat sparsely furnished area, he commented further, indicating the lone poster in the room. "Nice place. And I really like your taste in music, heh... though that just makes sense."
"What... the hell? Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?"
The wolf grinned further, and then crossed the distance between them. Colin took a step back, but the wolf was already there. He grabbed the back of Colin's head and pushed him... into a kiss? It was definitely a kiss, that was sure, and the wolf had even wormed his tongue into the rat's mouth before he had a chance to react. The rat pulled out of the kiss, pushing against the wolf's chest.
The red-eyed creature seemed to find this amusing, yanking Colin to him. The rat steeled himself for another kiss, but it didn't come. Instead, he felt his neck being bitten quickly and sharply, followed by a warm, almost silky tongue bathing the spot of the bite. Not only did this force an abrupt, embarrassing moan from him, but Colin found his chubby body somewhat frozen.
"Mm... I'm glad I remembered that one," the wolf said quietly before dragging his tongue up the rat's neck. Colin squirmed, clutching at the intruder's sleeve. In response, the wolf chuckled. "No need to get anxious," he told the rat, words drifting into the large ear. Hands slid up his black shirt, fingers deftly combing the fur of the pudgy belly. "Not gonna hurtcha." He suddenly jumped in surprise when he found those same hands dispensing with his button and fly, the jeans falling around his ankles. "Just wanna help ya with this," the wolf went on, and Colin squeaked from a combination of his ear getting nipped right at the edge, a hand squeezing around his hardened shaft, and sheer surprise at being brought to such a state of arousal.
The wolf continued to be amused, his hand openly feeling up the rat's erection. "Oh, come on, Colin, you think I wouldn't know your buttons? I'm surprised you have so little faith in me." While he couldn't see the wolf's face Colin could feel his grin, making him squirm more as he was subjected to the wolf's roaming paw. It quickly circumvented the barrier of his boxers while the other dragged its nails down his back to grope his rear, making his knees that much weaker . Meanwhile, his ear continued to be subjected to nips and nibbles, making his body shiver heavily from stimulation. He quivered also from the knowledge that this crimson-eyed wolf, whoever he was, somehow knew that he was about to...
Colin yelped in surprise. Without his realizing it, the intruder had slipped behind him, pressing his hips against his rear. There was definitely a bulge there, and it was definitely warm. The rat squirmed harder, though he wasn't exactly why he did since it only pressed him closer against his tormentor. The wolf chuckled darkly, ground himself against Colin once more before disengaging and dragging the rat by his hip the few feet to the bed.
Colin was given a brief breather from the lusty haze the wolf had conjured. He could only watch as more gray fur was exposed from the bounds of clothing until the wolf wore nothing but red boxer shorts and a grin. It was clear who his molester was happy to see as he climbed onto the bed, slid his hand up Colin's shirt and pressed another kiss to his lips. For his part, the rodent caught another moan that had been rising from his chest, instead placing a hand on the wolf to push him away. His arm, however, couldn't quite muster the force to do so, gripping onto the gray fur while he was subjected to the wolf's decadent touch.
Weak as his arm's pressure was, the wolf pulled back, impudently grinning still. "Oh, you want me to go down, is it?" he asked, before slipping from the rat's grip, making his way down the somewhat slight chest with small licks and nibbles. Lacking something better to hold onto, Colin felt almost powerless as he gripped to the sheets, unable to stop his heart from trying to burst from his chest.
It only got worse as the wolf went further down, the nips seeming to get harder while he meandered his way south. It wasn't as embarrassing as having his erect shaft hit his tormentor on the chin, made worse by his deeper chuckle. Colin could only squeak in response, the covers providing little comfort as he felt himself slip further into insanity from all this teasing. After all, why else would he be accepting of some stranger bursting in and doing this to him? Worse yet, Colin couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't a stranger.
Any more thoughts were driven out of the rodent's mind when he felt a warm, silky tongue drag over his member. The only thing that left his mouth was another moan, his face getting warmer as embarrassment and arousal battled for supremacy with no clear winner. His body felt simultaneously paralyzed and livened, obeying any command except those his conscious mind tried to send it.
Things spiraled further downward when the wolf chose to engulf the rat cock, Colin's hips involuntarily leaving the bed. The rat's hand managed to clutch onto the wolf's head fur, but instead of pulling, he pressed down with his hips moving up. It wasn't the signal he wanted to send, but his body seemed to have other ideas. When he looked down (why did he look down?) he could only see the wolf's red eyes gaze back up at him, and an implied smirk on the muzzle bobbing deliciously over his length.
It was around here that Colin gave in. He had given over to the wolf's unbelievable knowledge of his body, able to draw a response at nearly the slightest touch. His mind had been bent by the constant sensory input, barely able to hold back the moans and whimpers. It was almost as if the wolf had been with him before... but that was absurd!
Then things got more absurd. "Um, well, hello there..." came a completely different, female voice. With blood rushing to his face in even greater quantities, Colin looked over to see a reptile standing at the doorway. She had blond hair and was definitely female, judging by the curves she sported behind the shirts she wore. One was black and short sleeved, picturing two 20-sided die both showing 20. The caption below them read "Oh yeah, they're natural." Under the shirt was a purple-and-black-striped long-sleeved shirt. A quick glance at her pants confirmed them to be dark khakis of some kind with many pockets. And there he was, on his bed, completely naked with a similarly unclothed wolf continuing to lick at his crotch.
Before Colin could muster a response, the evil wolf slowly twisted his muzzle off of the rat cock, being rewarded with a moan and a small burst of pre. "Sup, Callie," he said, keeping the rat from collecting his thoughts by stroking his shaft with a hand. "Where's Ethan?"
The green-scaled female smirked, eyebrows raised in surprise as well as amusement at what she saw before her. "Oh, he'll be around," she said, crossing her arms under her bust. "What are you doing?"
"Masturbating," answered the wolf before his lips went around Colin's tip, a suction scattering the grouping thoughts.
It got worse. Another voice was heard, though the words were muffled. Callie simply lifted a hand, pointing at the bed while glancing outside the room while the wolf went back to sucking him. Colin looked away, heavily embarrassed and aroused and hearing footsteps come closer. There really didn't need to be another person, and yet, there was.
"Hey Pyro, wh-- oh." Something was making the wolf giggle, who was named Pyro going by the newcomer. The rat suddenly bit his lips as Pyro (the bastard) did that slow pull off again, leaving his nerves on what seemed like the fraying ends and his body crying for more. "Uh, hey, man."
The rat finally looked over, seeing a fox with fur as black as night and piercing yellow eyes, also looking amused. His shirt was as black as his fur, depicting what looked like a band name on it. His dark jeans hung low on his hips, and Colin was afraid for several different reasons that they were going to fall off.
When he looked back at the mischievous wolf, however, things weren't all that much better. There was a change in sensation, and he saw his length outside the wolf's muzzle while he contented himself with lapping up his shaft, then taking the rat's sac into his mouth. Colin let out another squeak, the feeling strange and wonderful, a hard gasp coming from him. Though when he glanced back at the doorway, the two newcomers were still there, wearing an almost identical amused expression though the scaled female had a pink blush to her face. Why weren't they leaving?
As if in answer to his silent plea, the reptile turned to the fox, her nose in a slight wrinkle. "Think we should come back later?"
Ethan (assuming that was his name) shrugged easily. His gaze was still on the two, seeming to flick between rat and wolf. "Looks like we're interrupting... May be a good idea."
"Mm," said Pyro, drawing a squeak from the rat as he pulled away. "You could leave, yeah. Or you could come over here and help out."
"Why would we do that? You seem to have a handle on things," Ethan shot back, nodding to the wolf.
The wolf chuckled, his hand wrapped firmly around Colin's shaft and stroking it. "Maybe, but Callie's blushing, and I can see a tent in your pants, Ethan."
The blush had widened across the reptile's (chameleon's, the word suddenly being summoned to Colin's mind) cheeks, a dusky rose color spreading over the pale green. "So?" she asked, defiant.
A wide grin touched the wolf's mouth, flicking his tongue over the rat's tip and sending a shiver through him. Squirming in the mussed bedsheets, Colin could only watch as Pyro (right?) left the bed, an erection leading the way, and took the few steps toward the pair at the door. His hand slid up Callie's arm, and with Ethan paying close attention, grabbed onto the chameleon's hair. He tugged it backward, exposing her neck as he draped his tongue across it, ending with what was either a kiss or a nip to her jaw.
The effect was near immediate. Callie let out a little moan, the blush on her cheeks spreading over her face, blossoming up from her body and down to her hands. The sound changed to a yowl of surprise as the wolf did a more subtle movement, his free hand lower on her body around her hip. If the rat were to guess, he'd say that the wolf was working his magic on the poor reptile, though she seemed to welcome it when her livened tail wrapped around the wolf's wrist.
Colin suddenly realized that his own body had barely lost the heat the wolf had stoked in him, squirming with the cool air around his cock. And when he glanced at Ethan, the fox was staring intently at the scene before him, his body portraying a tense sort of arousal. Though when Ethan's attention shifted from the two before him to the rat on the bed, Colin could tell that his arousal had just achieved a sort of focus, and the weight of it came to bear on the rat. With the background noise of Pyro and Callie, the fox advanced, tail lightly flicking from side to side.
The chubby rat felt his heart rate increase, clutching at the bed sheets and moving up the bed slightly, away from the approaching fox. Ethan, however, had begun to move to the side, his eyes drinking in the sight of the rat, lying on the bed and hopelessly aroused. Colin's face was flushed; he couldn't help it, he felt even more vulnerable under the fox's stare. He then tried to swallow a large, possibly heart-shaped lump in his throat. Through it all, his shaft never lost its stiffness, possibly increasing as the fox mounted the bed smoothly, crawling forward, closing the distance with each passing second. The other pair's noise seemed less and less now...
"G-get away," Colin said breathlessly.
The words caused the fox's eyes to flicker briefly, but soon he only grinned. His muzzle was only inches away from Colin's, having crept between the rat's legs. "When you say that and mean it," the fox told his prey, and lunged. Colin squeaked, turning away and closing his eyes. And yet... all he felt instead of crushing teeth was a lick to his cheek. There was another lick, slower, over his neck, drawing a moan from the poor rat. Trembling in some kind of perverse crossing of arousal and fear, he opened an eye. Ethan's eyes were on him as his long, vulpine tongue caressed his neck and collar, going lower.
"Not interested in eating you," the fox said after drawing a particularly delicious moan by playing his tongue around the rat's nipple. "Biting you..." Flicking the tongue against Colin's nipple again, he leaned in and lightly nipped on the area, a gasp sounding. "Mm. Maybe. Tasting you, oh, definitely. Unless, of course, you want me to stop," he went on, lowering his muzzle just so. "Do you want me to stop?"
Colin's heart beat strongly, confused with the fox's words. After dragging his tongue up the rat's pudgy belly, Ethan moved back, golden eyes studying Colin's brown ones. Swallowing, the prey made as if to speak, drawing his tormentor's ears forward, intent. As vulpine musk touched the air, Colin felt as if the fox knew what his answer was. Even so, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Ethan said, muzzle just above a brown patch in the rat's pubic fur. He gave the area a slow, mischievous lick. "I couldn't hear you."
Colin closed his eyes, knowing Ethan was looking at him, and knowing that he was aroused enough to leak. "N... n-no," he managed.
"So you want me to stop?" the new molester returned, tongue dragging around the stiff spire, whiskers brushing over it and causing a squeak. "You're gonna have to be more ar-tic-u-late," he continued, drawing out the last word. The rat shook his head fiercely, his body clearly desirous. "Which is it, ratty?" pressed the black fox, nosing his way below Colin's shaft and giving his balls a little lap.
"Don't stop!" Colin burst out. "D-don't fucking-- eek!" The last sentence ended in a squeak as the devious fox immediately took the rat into his muzzle, going into a fast, wet blowjob.
After a few strokes, however, the fox pulled off with a little pop and another insufferable grin. "Like that?"
"Yes!" Colin said desperately, grabbing the fox's hair and yanking him back down. Ethan uttered a pleased sort of growl, still looking up at the rat while he began to lick over his shaft. This was a preamble to it once again finding a home within the fox's muzzle, another growl reverberating along his tongue.
Abruptly, the mattress creaked in protest. Colin glanced over to see a very pink, very naked chameleon flopping onto the bed with legs spread. It was like her blush had spread all over her body. Pyro was there before she finished bouncing, his head between her legs. She let out another yowl, grabbing onto the wolf's head and grinding her hips up to him, her fluids dripping onto the sheets below her. Her tail nearly immediately lashed around the wolf's arm as it held her legs part.
A growl distracted him, and the rat looked again at Ethan. Another growl sounded, playing along the fox's slim muzzle and tongue and making Colin bare his teeth. With his hand asserting itself in the black fox's gray headfur, the rat felt himself moaning... and another, similar sound coming from the chameleon to his right. He didn't know this Callie, or at least, he thought he didn't. Another tingle of recognition had begun to prod at his mind whenever he looked at her and the fox in between his own legs. Regardless, he felt a bit of camaraderie with her, being beset by two males who seemed to know what to do with their snouts.
To his side, the chameleon seemed to hyperventilate, clutching at the sheets and the wolf's head. This was soon followed by a drawn-out yowl, her body briefly alive with squirms and spasms. Going by the scent pushing strongly into the air around her, Colin could only surmise that she had cum; though at the edge of his hearing, almost missing it over the roaring in his own ears, he thought he heard the sound of liquid exiting somewhere very quickly. Whatever that somewhat rhythmic sound ended up being was lost on the rat, swept up in his own fox-induced maelstrom of pleasure. Dimly he felt his seed leaving him, caught in the fox's snout.
Ethan pulled off Colin's shaft, the rat left trembling in the wake of his orgasm, his energy hitting a low ebb. "F-fuck," he managed, breathing hard as he lay back. As his head lolled to the side, he caught a glimpse of pink. Upon further observation, Colin noted Pyro's face matted down in some areas, the wolf with a huge grin on his face. However, Callie seemed vaguely uncomfortable. The wolf was saying something to her, and Colin's hearing started to fade in.
"...the rat," said someone, drawing Pyro's attention from Callie. Was that Ethan?
"Lube should be in the top drawer, there," replied the wolf, nodding towards a nightstand. Wait, how did he know that? And why would anybody need lube?
Ethan seemed to be in agreement. "Why would I need lube? I can take you without it just fine."
Colin was wondering what they were talking about, and managed through an inordinate amount of effort to turn his head. Ethan, still fully clothed, was looking at Pyro and kneeling on the bed. "Yeah, but I wasn't exactly virgin when you did the first time," the wolf was saying, leaving the rat to wonder who they were talking about. But then Callie had crawled over and started nuzzling his belly, tossing him heated looks through her blond hair. Colin had enough time to note that she still had her full-body blush before her gaze started to fill his vision.
Her eyes were startlingly orange. The rat found himself entranced by the chameleon's eyes as she pulled back slightly, lowering her head once more. And then there was a kiss. And another. She was kissing his chest. Her tongue seemed to fall out, dragging across his chest and stomach. He was breathing harder again, these simple motions by an enthralling female arousing him. Even so, he felt like he had no energy, and was incapable of getting hard.
A lick on his shaft suddenly caused the piebald rat to cry out in surprise and a small amount of pain. He was half hard, he realized. Looking past Callie, he saw that damn Pyro giving his shaft another lick, seeming to try and encourage him. Instead of pulling his entire shaft into his mouth, the wolf was simply licking and suckling on him, avoiding his glans. Soon enough, though, Callie moved to take up that slack, reptilian lips wrapping around his member at the top, her tongue toying with him.
It hurt a little, but Colin felt himself respond. Again, he gripped into the sheets, moaning aloud while wolf and chameleon both appeared to make out around his cock. The effect for the rat was amazing, being put through soreness yet having such pleasure flow through him. A long, breathless moan left his muzzle while the two came off his shaft, kissing. The wolf whispered something to Callie that he didn't hear, though soon enough the wolf was licking and nipping over his chest and stomach.
With so much of his focus on Pyro attending to his body, he barely noticed that his legs were being moved. The only clue he got outside of that was the wolf saying "Callie has an amazing tongue, as you're about to find out" before grinning and pressing him into another steamy kiss. This, coupled with the wolf's insistence on playing over his chest, almost put the blowjob in the background. But then the nimble tongue drifted downward, curling over his balls before she moved from his shaft. And then that same tongue started to play around his rear.
Things started to fall into place for the rat then. He realized as that nimble tongue gently pushed against his sphincter that they had been talking about him. And his arousal-addled conscious was okay with that, attempting to grind himself back onto the chameleon while Pyro's mouth covered his own, then his neck, those small nips and nibbles heightening his sensitivity. When Callie finally started to burrow inward, and when his body finally let her in, it ran a huge shudder through Colin's body as she pushed in... and in... and in...
At first, he didn't know how he felt about it. But then he was hit with a wave of sensation while the long muscle wriggled inside him, blindsiding the poor rodent. Combining that with the wolf, that evil wolf, playing over his neck, collar, and chest with his snout, and Colin was stiff, leaking, and grabbing onto the sheets while he squirmed under the combined caress. And they weren't even touching his shaft. His body ran hot, face flushed, gaze hazy. When somebody, he didn't see who, finally touched his member, it came as shock. His hips pushed into the air, a cry spilling from his muzzle, but he didn't go over. The tongue slithered from his rump, leaving the rat shivering.
"'Bout time," said Ethan. Colin blinked, looking off the bed. The fox was climbing back onto the bed, taking up the space Callie was vacating. In his hand was lube, something Colin once bought out of curiosity but never got around to using all that much. And it had never been used in this situation. The rat tensed as he felt the fox squeeze the gel onto his rump, a finger swirling around before being pressed in. Gasping, Colin opened his eyes, seeing the fox stare back at him with a hungry look. Rat was on the menu.
Despite his intensity and the throbbing, angry-red erection bobbing between his legs, Ethan was gentle. He stared into the brown eyes of the rat, checking how he was doing as the one, then a second finger began to plump his backside. Even so, Colin could sense the fox's barely controlled desire when a third finger followed the second a shade too quickly. When he squeaked, hand twisting in the sheets, the fox immediately pulled that finger back. By then Ethan had found his prostate again, his body warmed into accepting the third.
With a grunt, the three fingers were drawn from his body, wrapping around a resilient rod, and shuffled closer. Colin lay on his back, hand scrunching into the sheets, breath caught in anticipation. Again, he found the fox slow, gentle, but relentless, his primed body plundered while his own shaft remained stiff. His entire body quivered, a sense of being filled emanating from his backside.
A sudden yowl distracted him. Callie had made the cry, her scales a deep pink as she stood on all fours, mere inches from Colin's body. Behind her, Pyro wore a grimace, grinding to her body while her tail wrapped around his waist. Drawing back, the wolf pounded into Callie, her body swaying forward with the repeated impact. Colin felt something wet and warm constrict his own member, glancing down at his shaft in surprise. The chameleon had suddenly went down on him, tongue writhing over his shaft while lips sealed around him. This, coupled with Ethan picking up his pace, gave the rat a sort of clarity.
In this aroused haze, he finally figured out how the wolf and himself were connected, why he seemed so damn familiar, and how he felt that he had known both chameleon and fox despite never seeing them before in his life. At this point, he was far past caring, enjoying the sensation from back and front, knowing that his form and Pyro's were experiencing a similar euphoria. Though he felt himself slightly jealous of the wolf, who went from biting Callie's neck to being pulled up and tugged into a fierce kiss with Ethan. The faint smell of blood sent a thrill through his already frazzled nerves.
He was close already. The realization came as both a surprise and an expectation. With all he's been through, it made sense. And yet, the rising climax made his heart beat faster (or was it the other way around?). Pleasure overwhelmed him, with just a splash of pain to make a cocktail that went down rough; but Colin found that he was growing fond of the flavor. The fact that Ethan really knew how to fuck him -- a lesson no doubt gleaned from the wolf -- helped quite a lot.
His second climax was an extension of his rise, the pleasure-pain-pleasure flooding his body and making him shout hoarsely. Hands clutched the abused sheets, the rat's body thrown into shivers. The fox was not long after, and Colin was soon treated to an injection of seed while his own disappeared into Callie's mouth. The chameleon pulled off, gasped, cursed, and let out a yowl. The longest to hold out was Pyro, though he was only seconds behind, and his seemed to draw a second from the female.
Colin was drained of energy in the most delicious way, and he lay there while Ethan ground his knot against him. Part of him wanted to take it, but more of him told him he was being silly. Though what was one more silly thing? He could feel Callie panting (and purring?) into his leg, and smiled up at the fox when he leaned over to press him into a hot kiss.
There was a sudden movement, a squeak, and both the rat and fox looked at Pyro flop himself onto his back beside him, a bewildered and red chameleon on top of him. Colin just knew that the wolf was knotted and seemed smug about it while he lazily licked over Callie's neck, fondling her bust. The rat had a few questions but couldn't find the energy to say them. Even if he did, the motion of Ethan withdrawing stole his breath, leaving him shivering and leaking.
"You don't need to tease her more, you know," the fox stated, a rough edge to an otherwise amused voice.
"You gonna make me stop?" Pyro shot back, grinning over Callie's shoulder.
"Gimme a minute," said Ethan, gathering his breath. In the minutes that followed, the fox caught his breath while Callie let out a shiver and coo, the wolf's knot loosening within her. She made no effort to move. But when Ethan moved between Pyro's legs, the fox slowly pushing a resurgent member within the wolf, something occurred to Colin and he found the energy to say it.
"Wait. If we're masturbating, why are they here?" he asked Pyro.
"Cuz they're hot!" the wolf managed before moaning.