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Polar Opposite

Feat. Jack the Polar Bear

Commissioned by & characters © Taiko

Story by Danath

* * *

Sammy blinked as the bright light of the outside world flooded into the employee break room. His large, dark brown eyes dilated as he stepped onto the sidewalk and let the red metal door close behind him, being careful to pull his long brown-furred tail close to him first.

The kinkajou swiveled his head, glancing up and down the street. The afternoon matinee just started, giving Sammy an opportunity for his first break at his movie theater job. Rather than spend the time inside the break room with the other employees, he liked to step out and enjoy a little fresh air before heading back in to make more popcorn. He tugged the red vest down across his lean torso as he headed towards the end of the block, aimlessly strolling. Sammy stood a few inches short of six feet, not counting his red usher's cap. He was lean, with a well-groomed pelt fading from a deep black around his eyes and nose to a dark brown down his neck and torso. The kinkajou's long and prehensile tail, which was wider than his arm counting the thick coat of fur, surprised many people on account of its flexibility and grip strength. As he walked, he looked up and used his tail to flip his cap, catch it, and plop it back on his head at a jaunty angle across the ear.

That grip strength came in handy in surprising ways and opportune moments, such as when Sammy noticed the ice cream vendor's cart about to tip over a broken segment of curb. The ice cream vendor himself, a massive polar bear wearing nothing but a blue bikini bottom and a flipped-up visor, was too tall to see the approaching obstruction on the sidewalk beneath the cart because of the enormous metal cooler mounted on the wheels. Sammy's tail flicked out just as the front-left wheel was about to drop into the crack. The tip squeezed around the bar running along the edge and yanked just enough to get the wheel to clear the gap and set down on the other side.

As the back wheel clattered over the broken curb, the polar bear realized what the kinkajou did and stopped the cart dead before turning around, a huge smile on his face.

"Hey, thanks, buddy!" he said, flashing his large, sharp white fangs in a friendly-yet-intimidating smile. "Saved me a bruise there - they don't make these carts tall enough for the likes of me."

The polar bear's head tipped lower, to where the kinkajou had so far steadfastly resisted the urge to peek. Now, given permission, Sammy's large eyes darted down past the polar bear's wide, muscular chest and hard, flat stomach to the large blue pouch filled to the point of straining the seams dropped across a pair of trunk-like thighs. The other side of the cart featured a similar bar handle which was inconveniently positioned at crotch-height for the bear. And with a package that size, Sammy could only imagine how unpleasant getting knocked by the cart stopping suddenly would feel.

Sammy also could imagine several other, much more pleasant things about a package that size.

"Ahem," the polar bear said eventually.

"Uh, right, no problem," Sammy babbled, eyes lifting back upwards. "Right place, right time is all."

The big polar bear grinned and leaned over. He flipped open the cooler lid of his cart and reached inside, picking out a certain treat without having to look. Sammy's eyes widened at the sight of the huge bear's black claws reaching towards him, though their fearsome sharpness was dulled somewhat by the colorful blue and orange packaging of the frozen ice cream they held.

"Have one on me," the polar bear said. "I'm Jack. Thanks for the help, cutie."

Sammy grinned and looked down towards his feet as he took the ice cream bar. Had the large bear just called him cutie? His ears flicked with embarrassment until he heard the cart wheels scrape against the sidewalk again.

"Oh... uh, thank you, Jack!" he called out at the impressive backside of the enormous ursine.

The eight-foot-tall polar bear raised a paw and waved without looking before turning his cart around the corner, heading for the front of the theater where a crowd would exit once the movie finished. Sammy grinned as he unwrapped the ice cream. His tongue extended towards the frozen confection, then extended further, wrapping around the treat two, three, and finally four times before sliding back between the kinkajou's short, narrow muzzle. Over a foot and a half of tongue hid in the kinkajou's skull, about average for his species, which made tasting sugary treats a special delight for Sammy.

He reached up for the handle of the door to the employee break room when the metal handle turned and opened from the inside, swinging so fast that Sammy had to jump back to avoid being hit. A well-built tiger leaned out of the doorway and snarled at the kinkajou.

"Sammy! What the hell, break's over!"

"Sorry, Mark, I was just walking in."

Mark was the assistant manager and stood just over seven feet tall. The feline spent hours at the gym before picking up shifts at the theater, with a muscular torso and arms made more prominent by the tight red vest stretching across him. Based on the expensive clothes he wore every day, rumors spread among the theater staff about his real sources of income. The tiger's eyes narrowed on the kinkajou's paw before his own snapped out and sent the remainder of the ice cream bar and stick flying from the smaller male's fingers. It landed with a splat on the sidewalk.

"Break's over! Let's go!"

As the door slammed shut, blocking out the continued sounds of the feline berating the kinkajou, a pair of bright blue eyes framed in thick white fur peeked around the corner, ears perked, having caught the whole exchange. Jack's eyes narrowed before the determined look vanished, replaced by a friendly smile for the next customer in line trying not to act awed at the giant polar bear's impressively muscular figure on full display.

* * *

The next day, Sammy checked to make sure Mark wasn't around before leaving the break room and stepping outside. He needed the job, and while he doubted Jorge, the general manager, would let Mark fire him for going outside for his break, he wanted to avoid the tiger if possible. He closed his eyes as they adjusted to the brightness and took no more than two steps down the sidewalk before he felt a shadow loom over him from behind. Fearing the worst, Sammy braced himself for the assistant manager's wrath and grabbed his tail, holding it against his stomach. The fear evaporated when he realized the large figure bending down towards him wasn't the gym-obsessed tiger, but the even larger polar bear from the previous day.

"Hey there, Sammy!" the polar bear said, extending his paw. "Saw someone made you drop your ice cream yesterday, so I got a fresh one for you. New product - let me know what you think!"

Before Sammy could protest, Jack's huge pads enveloped his paw and left behind a colorful red and black ice cream bar in a clear plastic wrapper. The kinkajou stared down at the swirls of mixed flavors.

"I mixed this batch up myself last night. I think you'll enjoy the flavor," Jack said, nodding at Sammy's paws to encourage the kinkajou to take a bite.

"Uh... yeah, thanks," Sammy said, still blinking in the bright light. "It looks good."

He unwrapped it and nibbled at the corner. Sammy's dark brown eyes stretched wide and his ears went flat to his skull.

The polar bear grinned and clapped the short honey bear on the shoulder. "Like it?"

Sammy could utter a short "wow" before diving back into the frozen treat. The flavor was incredible - sharp citrus that tasted familiar, but exotic, with a rich and almost decadent vanilla cream.

"Sammy! Break's over!"

Sammy ignored the tiger's voice as he savored the ice cream, wrapping his long tongue around the bar thrice over before slurping it back in. The sound of Jack's deep baritone cut through the fog of heavenly tastes for a moment.

"Hey, another volunteer! Listen, I'm sorry for keeping your friend there - it's all my fault! I'm trying out a new flavor ice cream and I guess it's good because he really likes it! Here, why don't you try it too!"

There was a muffled grunt and a gasp, then the sounds of furious chewing. By the time Sammy licked the wood stick of the frozen ice cream bar clean, he realized Mark was doing the same - though his ice cream featured a different flavor running through the swirls.

"Well, boys, what do you think?" Jack asked, clapping them both around the shoulders. "Hit or miss?"

"Definitely a hit," Sammy said, blinking and shaking his head as the weight of the polar bear's powerful arm flexed against his shoulder blades.

"Ye... yeah... thanks, that was the best ice cream I've ever had," Mark said without a hint of attitude.

"Hey, I'm just a polar bear with ice cream to share!" Jack said, standing back up after delivering one more hearty whack to each male's backside. "Now I won't keep you two from your jobs any longer. Have fun!"

Jack grinned as he trotted back to behind his cart, flip-flops slapping against the pavement. He leaned forward, sighing as the icy cold metal of the side of his cooler-cart flattened the prominent bulge in his skimpy blue bikini bottom, alleviating the sudden flare-up of interest that always happened when he dabbled in a little extra-curricular entertainment. The theater was proving to be more than just a financial success after all - those rumors about the owner having certain proclivities when it came to hiring were true enough.

The metal door closed behind a weaving brown tail as the big polar bear adjusted his visor, leaned back, and shoved his heavy cart into motion towards the front of the theater.

"Ice cream! Frozen treats! Cool off with a cold one!"

* * *

For once, Sammy enjoyed his shift at the theater. Mark was obnoxious, but Sammy could tell it was half-hearted. The tiger seemed lost in thought most of the night and several times Sammy happened across the tall tiger staring into space while licking his lips.

The fifth time it happened before the matinee was over, Mark snapped at the kinkajou and kicked him out of the projection room, telling him to go sweep the lobby floor.

Sammy did as he was asked, but he didn't spend a long time. There wasn't much to sweep up, and for some reason he wanted to see Mark again. He wasn't sure why. Everyone admired the tiger's appearance: strong white-furred jaw, narrow golden eyes, thick orange fur crossed with jagged black lightning-bolt stripes, and a toned, muscular physique from his broad shoulders, swollen chest, broad hips, and powerful legs. Even Sammy, who usually went for more slender guys, had to admire the tiger's physique. Among the staff, rumors were that Mark danced at nights - the theater job was just a cover for reasons unknown.

As the evening wore on, Sammy found reasons to visit the projection booth where Mark holed himself up. The tiger spent the evening doing the dull job of monitoring the video feeds and yelling at the kinkajou for disturbing him. The tiger was really trying to distract himself from the lingering aftertaste of the peculiar ice cream treat. A handful of popcorn couldn't dull the searing sharp citrus from dancing on his taste buds. He could smell the scent of the fruit in his fur, even, and wondered if he'd spilled some on himself without realizing.

Mark stood up and left the projection booth. When he found Sammy outside the door, he snarled and jerked his thumb towards the equipment.

"Keep an eye on it. I'll be right back."

Sammy nodded, but watched the tiger's backside descend the stairs before going into the booth, a strange and lustful feeling blossoming in his loins. He'd never felt this way towards Mark before - the tiger's rude and arrogant attitude outweighed whatever physical positives he possessed. But after that break... after the ice cream... something was different.

As the movie rolled on, Sammy's eyes widened. A realization took hold of him that made the short male's prehensile tail quiver right down to the tip. He didn't want Mark... he wanted what Mark was. And he would take it... tonight.

* * *

"Thanks for visiting Oeuf There it Is, featuring the region's hottest, thickest dancers!"

The announcer's voice blared out above the ongoing beat of a recklessly dropping techno song. Sammy turned his head to watch as the ram bleated into the microphone of his DJ booth set into the wall above the stage. He wore a lime green tracksuit, sunglasses, and oversized headphones clamped to the spiral horns on either side of his head.

"Please welcome our next dancer to the stage... you know him... you love him... now bow down and sing his praises... heeeeeere's King!"

An automatic lighting sequence played as Sammy slid into a seat in the back of the strip club, hiding his face in the darkness. He'd followed Mark after their shifts ended all the way to the dressing room door of the club, though it wasn't until he walked around to the front that he realized just which club it was. He paid the cover at the door, shivering with anticipation at seeing Mark in such a place. His need was growing... the kinkajou's fingers tapped on the table as some smoke rose from the stage floor, cutting through the spotlights.

Mark strode forward with the beat, a huge purple robe cast about his shoulders. Fringed in a wide band of bejeweled gold, it complemented the purple and gold crown perched at an angle on the tiger's head. He sneered at the crowd, striking a pose beneath the cloak hiding his body.

On cue, he lifted his arms as hidden wires yanked the cloak up and away. Patrons near the front cheered and leaned forward, a mix of males and females all waving money towards the pompous feline on the stage. Mark closed his eyes and leaned back, showing off his flexibility as he ran his palms down the pole in the center of the stage. The only clothing he wore, other than the crown that somehow remained attached to his head, was a pair of purple shorts that squeezed around his bulging maleness and hard, round rump.

Mark grasped the metal pole with both hands and flexed his arms, lifting his lower body straight up into the air like the hands of a clock. Completely upside down, he impressed the crowd by stretching his arms straight out, holding himself still as his legs spread into a splits, showing off his thick glutes and masculine package. The feline drew his legs back towards the pole as he twisted around it, spinning upright and locking his ankles before leaning backwards and dropping his shoulders below his ankles. His crown grazed the stage floor as he humped his hips, weaving his torso in a naughty wiggle, all in time to the throbbing beat.

In the back, Sammy's balls tightened. He bit his lower lip as he watched Mark's on-stage motions. The feline's hips thrust and bucked, each time making the kinkajou squirm in his seat. Visions of the feline on his knees, head back, muzzle full as Sammy lunged forward... then taking the tiger on his belly, from behind, grinding him until his muzzle opened and... or laying back and letting the tiger twist and writhe his way down to the root squeezing and clenching with that slick little hole...

The kinkajou groaned as a few splurts of pre-cum soaked down the front of his dark blue jeans. The unexpected feeling of warm liquid running down his thigh brought the kinkajou back to reality somewhat as he followed the rest of the tiger's performance. The big feline ended the show by ripping off his shorts, revealing a fishnet pouch cupping his fat testicles and little else. A superb length of dark red tiger-meat pressed outwards, thrilling the crowd as the big, muscular cat leaned over, shoulders nearly to his knees despite the cords of muscle stretching his taut pelt. He showed off his rump and tailhole as his fat shaft flopped against the back of his thighs, then stood, a slightly confused look on his face as he left the stage.

"Let's hear it for King! What a set! I've never seen that top act the tease before! Wooooooo! Next up, we've got your favorite country boy taking off every layer of flannel... it's the donkey with the dong... here comes Dale Driver!"

Sammy stood and left the table, heading for the side doors around the stage, but the bouncers wouldn't let him through even when he said he was trying to return Mark's phone. Instead, Sammy waited out the back of the club. When the door opened, he acted like he was just making a phone call, but used his long tail to prevent the door from latching and snuck inside the dark back hallway.

Finding Mark wasn't difficult after that. The kinkajou's nose twitched as his eyes, well-suited for seeing in the dark, made out each detail of the various doorways. Each dressing room featured a name, but Sammy could have located the tiger by scent alone. That intoxicating and citrusy scent...

The strongest smells came from inside the dressing room. The scent smacked Sammy in the face as he pushed open the door. Mark was there, leaned over the table in front of the vanity mirror, staring at his own expression while lost in thought. The tiger noticed him after a few long moments, though, and whirled around while lunging to his feet, glaring at him before his eyes widened in surprise.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he gasped.

Sammy stepped inside and closed the door, locking it behind him. The kinkajou's muzzle spread as his nostrils flared, inhaling the irresistible musk the tiger produced. Was it only him that could smell it? The rest of the patrons enjoyed the show, but only Sammy knew what that smell really meant. He smiled as he advanced, watching as the tiger, who stood a foot and a half taller, backpedaled into the wall, knocking down a framed poster.

"You know why I'm here," Sammy grunted, fingers stretching out. "Your flavor..."

Mark's nose twitched. He tried not to breathe, but it was no use. The kinkajou's smell hit him the same way, rendering his ability to think clearly compromised. He leaned backwards as the shorter male's claws dragged down over the swell of his pecs and hard abdominals. The tiger whined as the claws teased the length of his maleness, urging it to full arousal in mere seconds, until all 13 inches stood at proud attention above a fully engorged set of white-furred testicles.

"Nnngghh... no... I... I don't..."

The tiger's voice squeezed off into a whine as the kinkajou's fingers teased at the tip of his flexing, throbbing arousal. Sammy's voice sounded deeper as he leaned forward, huffing the feline's scent. His paws swept down to the base of the tiger's shaft, getting another half-volume whine from the tiger.

"Trying not to moan?" the kinkajou said, his voice a meaty purr as his paws explored the feline's body. "Don't worry... noise won't be a problem..."

The tiger's paws clamped in on themselves as he felt Sammy's paws pull him forward and down, onto his hands and knees in front of the kinkajou's stretched jeans. Rivulets of pre-cum squeezed through the fibers and ran down the inside and outside of the pant legs, leaving a streak of sodden fabric down to his ankles. Sammy groaned as he pulled the button fly open, allowing a magnificently thick eight-inch shaft to spring forward, releasing a heavily scented ball of pre-cum to splatter across the tiger's muzzle.

Mark's jaw dropped, shocked at what just splattered across his nose and lips, Sammy grinned down at his thick member. He used to be just under six inches and reasonably thick - very average overall. Now, though, he was bigger. Eight inches long and fat from base to tip, and swelling even thicker by the moment. Taking advantage of the shocked tiger's open muzzle, the kinkajou tried to sate his urges by driving his meaty length right to the back of the tiger's maw.

Mark's eyes closed as the taste of the kinkajou's warm, citrus seed flowed into his throat. His eyes clenched, then opened, staring blankly into the other male's belly fur. A thin film of ice appeared to cross the tiger's dilated golden eyes before melting. Mark blinked his eyes rapidly as the length of maleness pumped deeper into his throat, and surprised himself by pushing back against it. The kinkajou's claws grasped at his ears as the slender male's hips pumped forward, producing incredible quantities of seed all the while, to the point that strands of clear pre-cum drooled from the corners of the tiger's jaws with every deep, wet thrust.

Sammy's eyes filmed over for a moment as well, just as he'd buried his cock to the hilt in the tiger's throat. Over ten inches now, it was growing quicker by the moment, and as the icy film melted, revealing Sammy's dark brown eyes once more, the growth accelerated.

Wrenching his hips back, Sammy's wide eyes stared down at Mark. A possessive sneer crossed his face as the cum-soaked brow of the big cat stared back up at him, gasping and snorting as thick rivulets of seed dribbled out of his nostrils. Sammy enjoyed the view very much as he waved his fat cock back and forth several times, dragging the spurting tip along the tiger's neck and shoulders.

"Time to take what's mine," Sammy growled, his deep voice causing Mark's ears to flatten. "I want you, Mark!"

The kinkajou's powerful tail wrapped around the tiger's muzzle, keeping it clamped shut as it pulled forward like a leash. Sammy's fingers dug into his massive cock, now well over a foot long and three-quarters of that in thickness. His swollen sac grew at an even faster clip, rapidly stretching out and down as though to prepare for something. Sammy guided his fat red shaft towards the tiger's struggling muzzle and let out a satisfied groan as the tip spread open, admitting the bound feline nose and lips into the shaft itself.

Sammy took over completely from that point on, gradually feeding the quivering, moaning tiger into his engorged maleness. The red flesh stretched larger, squeezed tighter around the facial features of the tiger as it drew him down the urethra with gradual and growing power. Sammy leaned forward, trying to go quicker, loving how full his cock felt as it stretched around the tiger's entire head, cutting off the feline's loud moans of helpless pleasure. The kinkajou's tail swept down the tiger's backside as he leaned in harder, eyes going wide as he felt his cock slide up the tiger's neck, slurping him deeper, until stopping at the broad, muscular shoulders.

The kinkajou's huge shaft flexed harder, rippling around the squirming face of the tiger inside. With the help of his prehensile tail, Sammy squeezed the tiger's shoulders together as he pulled the muscular feline in, just managing to stretch the swollen tip around Mark's enormous biceps.

"Yessssss... all mine!" Sammy crooned.

His red shaft lurched forward, well over two feet long and almost as thick as the tiger's head pressed towards the base of his urethra. Sammy bucked forward, grunting as each motion elongated his length, gradually stretching and sliding and oozing over the tiger's body, enveloping the perfectly-sculpted pecs and abs before slithering around the feline's impressive cock. The tiger came hard, wriggling and bucking, making all sorts of muffled, sultry noises as his face pushed down deeper and deeper until Sammy could resist the urge no longer. The kinkajou used his hands and tail to shove the tiger forward, popping the feline's head and shoulders into his swollen sac. The medium brown fur stretched around the shapes inside, outlining the tiger's head and jaws and soon his arm, even the fingers of his outstretched paw. Sammy groaned with greed and need as his oversized cock swallowed up the tiger's thighs. The kinkajou caressed Mark's feet with his tail as he leaned backwards, resting his rump on his own oversized balls, now stretching and compressing around the wriggling body of the tiger inside.

"In you go, Mark," Sammy purred. "But don't worry... I'll let you out soon enough..."

The kinkajou's huge cock flexed and shrank as it tugged the tiger's calves and ankles in, so that every part of the feline's figure was now contained within the kinkajou's throbbing sac and pipe. Sammy rubbed himself with his paws, shuddering and groaning as the three-foot cock squeezed into his chest and belly. Audible gurgling echoed in the room, just loud enough to be heard over the techno background music. The kinkajou's tail wrapped around his huge nuts, squeezing firmly as the tiger inside wriggled and flexed and stretched outwards, sending pulses of pleasure radiating into Sammy's body.

The kinkajou shivered as his arms flexed, rippling beneath the pelt as his greedy sac churned the tiger's essence away and stole it for himself. Already the enormous sac, which at first spread across almost six feet, was tightening up to no more than five. Sammy's chest followed suit, then his belly, as incredible amounts of muscle and fiber and padding swelled his height to the same as where Mark stood before at just over seven feet tall. His prehensile tail thickened up considerably, nearly eight inches thick counting the fur and pure strength, which Sammy demonstrated by giving his swollen balls another aching squeeze, eliciting a high pitched squeal from within.

"More? I should take more?" the kinkajou growled. "Very well..."

Sammy flexed again as dozens of pounds of muscle grew in along his dorsals and thighs, sculpted his rump into twin globes, and sent shivers of excitement through the massively enlarged hamstrings and calves on his legs. No longer slim and slender, the new Sammy looked even more muscular than Mark had. The kinkajou flexed his arms and pecs, grinning as the power and strength he'd taken from the tiger flowed through him. His huge cock slapped against his abs, leaving streaks of pre-cum in his belly fur as he raised his tail up and wrapped it around one of the exposed beams in the ceiling of the dressing room.

"Hope you enjoyed your stay, Mark," the oversized kinkajou grunted. He hung from his tail and lifted his legs, pulling his massively swollen sac up above his huge cock, which now pointed down towards the floor. "Time for you to exit the stage!"

It didn't take long to cum. Sammy's sensitive cock flexed against his fingers and by the third stroke, he could feel the tenseness in the root of his shaft. By the fifth, his balls drew in tighter yet, milking every last bit of strength and power and energy from the tiger inside, and by the eighth, Sammy's head was tipped back and moaning as the feline's shrunken figure was forced back into the length of kinkajou-cock towards the tip, propelled by a fountain of enriched, musky jizz.

"Out... you... go!"

The tiger shot out the rest of the kinkajou's huge cock, stretching it out one more time before he landed on the floor in a pile. Less than six feet tall now, he was shorter than Sammy to start with. He was lithe, with only slight definition in his chest and belly. His rump was round and full, however, and his expression more appealing than before, especially as he got onto his knees beneath the kinkajou still hanging from the ceiling.

Sammy could feel his body still growing as the tiger's muzzle made out with his tip. For a moment, he considered swallowing the feline again right then and there, but somehow he knew it wouldn't work. He'd content himself instead by showing Mark how a real male could use - or abuse - power.

The kinkajou's tail lowered the muscular body down, driving his cock deep into the tiger's open and waiting throat. Pints of seed splattered from the engorged tip of the shaft, which shrunk to more reasonable proportions after delivering the noticeably smaller feline, but at just over sixteen inches and thick as his own wrist, Mark found himself perhaps taking on more than he could handle when it came to Sammy's lust.

That didn't slow down Sammy, though, whose feet landed heavily on the floor just in time to grasp the tiger's head and drag him down, spearing his throat with each and every inch of the still flexing, still cumming maleness. Huge loads of potent seed flooded Mark's belly as the kinkajou sated himself, lazily pumping in deep again and again as the tiger's moans of need occasionally drifted up through the gurgling and bubbles of cum.

A sudden knock at the door startled both tiger and kinkajou.

"Hey, yo! King! You're on in five!"

* * *

A muscular bunny in a jockstrap trotted out into the overhanging DJ booth and whispered something to the ram, who nodded, grinned, and switched out a record without missing a beat.

"Listen up, all you horndogs and lustcats, 'cuz we've got a new dancer taking to the stage. He says he's the true king, the once and future stripper, and that he wields a mighty staff... please welcome to the stage... Emperor!"

Sammy couldn't hide the huge, wet, dripping meat swinging between his legs even if he wanted to. A jockstrap - the largest one available in the building - kept the massive pole curled over on itself and around the fat balls squeezing out of the sides. A steady stream of pre-cum drizzled onto the floor as the hulking kinkajou stepped through the smoke and lights, earning a collective mesmerized gasp of awe from the audience.

The kinkajou grinned as he flexed his arms, then his pecs, showing off the rippling muscles of his backside and dorsals, before wrapping his tail around the pole in the center of the stage. The music took off, rapidly increasing in tempo as the huge kinkajou twisted and writhed against the pole. The kinkajou's uniquely flexible anatomy worked for him once again as he leaned backwards, ankles twisting 180 degrees, and arched his hips into the air, only to roll over and demonstrate a downward thrust that left more than a few knees trembling. He leaned back upright, pulling himself with his tail, and flexed anew, causing his massive dong to wiggle and weave as his pelt rippled over his massive body.

After one particularly supreme flex of his hips, the seam of the jockstrap snapped, but it took the help of a wide-eyed member of the crowd to fully release his massive arousal. The wolf's fingers trembled as they peeled off the sodden fabric, all while "Emperor" watched from above, a haughty expression on his short muzzle.

Sammy grinned and closed his eyes, grunting as the wolf finally pulled the fabric back, and rewarded his subject with a blast of thick pre-cum that soaked him down from the top of his head to his ankles, a racing stripe of white. The crowd surged forward, begging for more as the kinkajou leaned his shoulders back against the pole, grasped his impressive maleness, and stroked himself to another orgasm right on stage, sending a cascade of seed spilling down his belly and chest, soaking his fur and showing off the glistening ripples of his amazing musculature. More than a few sympathy orgasms struck the crowd, especially those who ended up tasting the kinkajou's deliciously unnatural jizz.

The kinkajou finished up on stage before heading to the dressing room, slamming the door on the manager demanding to know where he'd been all this time and any price, he'd pay any price to keep him on the dance roster. Sammy grinned. He'd be dancing, all right, but for now he had only one dance in mind.

"Sam... my..."

The tiger groaned and limped over, still holding his full belly as he dropped onto his knees.

"Call me Emperor," the kinkajou said.

* * *

Jack peeked around the corner of the alleyway behind the theater and stared, wide blue eyes stretching open, at the sight that awaited.

The enormous kinkajou leaned forward, hips thrusting upwards. The red vest and white shirt stretched across his swollen, muscular neck and shoulders, barely staying around his flexing pecs, as he drove his sixteen-inch maleness to the hilt in the very welcoming rump of the small, twinky tiger underneath. Mark's face pressed against the bricks, trapped by the kinkajou's pecs, as the huge shaft pumped hard and deep, flooding his stomach yet again. Sammy's prehensile tail grasped at the tiger's ankles and wrists, tugging him into the exact position the kinkajou wanted him.

"Well, hello there, boys," Jack said, stepping down the alleyway. The polar bear's enormous bulge stretched even larger as it swayed above his thighs. "You two enjoy those treats I gave you?"

"Jack!" Sammy said, a smile crossing his face. "Yeah, that was great. I really enjoyed mine. I think it was so good it mellowed out Mark - he's been much nicer to me ever since."

Waves of thick cum poured out of the tiger's rump as the kinkajou unloaded yet again. Mark's belly surged outwards, keeping the tiger's smooth and limber belly flooded with seed.

"I'll bet he has," Jack said, wondering for a moment if perhaps he made those flavors a bit too strong. As he watched the tiger's body slap up and down into the kinkajou's powerful thighs, and as he heard the litany of praise for the muscular male's ability to hump pour from the tiger's dripping lips, the polar bear changed his mind. No, he hadn't overdone it. He'd given them, as usual, the perfect amounts. The polar bear's thick shaft stretched his bikini bottom out even further.

"Wanna take a go?" the kinkajou asked, dragging his maleness free of Mark's stretched tailhole as the feline let out a few more high-pitched, needful yowls.

The polar bear grinned at the reformed tiger and felt the twitch in his shaft.

"Don't mind if I do..."

"I gotta go back in," Sammy said, wiping his shaft off on the unprotesting tiger's uniform. "He's supposed to be done with his break too, but I'll cover for him. After all, I just got promoted to assistant manager today."

The polar bear dug his claws into the thick fur on the back of the tiger's neck and let his heavy sac rest on the feline's lower back.

The door to the employee break room closed and Jack leaned forward, squeezing the slender tiger up against the wall.

"I'm gonna spill my load in you like you spilled my ice cream on the sidewalk," the big polar bear said, his voice dropping low. "Now how big did Sammy end up? Was he as big as this?"

There was a moment of silence, a short grunt, and then a long, quavering gasp which quickly turned into a delirious keening.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then... heh..."

The End