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In-flight Entertainment

Or A Flight to Remember

By Bunny Hops

Augusta - 51 year old male tiger, tall and pudgy belly but otherwise fairly fit (dad bod)

Aiden - 26 year old male rat, average height and fairly skinny but not fit or toned (skinny- fat)

A transatlantic flight on a budget airline was not a treat in the best of times, but it was downright torture with a hangover. Adding insult to injury, Aiden was stuck in the middle seat between a portly middle aged tiger whose girth made him splay his legs out into Aiden's designated leg room AND take up the armrest. The tiger spilled out into the aisle just as much, so anytime someone walked by he had to heft his frame into Aiden's territory. At the window seat to his right there sat an elderly alpaca with her little purse-dog stowed away under the seat in front of her. She, like the tiger, also used Aiden's legroom for her own convenience. Not only did she also take up the armrest, but kept elbowing him as she awkwardly bent over to check on her dog every five to fifteen minutes, and then give him a grumpy, menacing look as if it were his fault he was in HER way.

He guessed his seat mates thought it was okay to take up the armrests -- which everyone knows are the property of the middle seat occupant for the duration of the flight -- since Aiden was a fairly skinny rat, but being that as it may he still just barely fit in his cramped seat. He wasn't tall, but he had gangling legs that begged for the slightly extra real estate afforded to the aisle seat. But, no, he was stuck here between the tiger and the alpaca to endure the flight feeling dehydrated, slightly nauseous, and with a splitting headache. His skin felt oily and unclean, as if he hadn't washed in days despite having had a shower just hours before; his fur felt matted and unkempt, not a good look for a rat since it just fed into all the tired old stereotype. The constant turbulence didn't help any, especially since it prevented the flight attendants from being able to serve him his desperately needed Bloody Mary. He'd brought on board a liter bottle of water, but guzzled it down before the plane even taxied to the runway, and now the empty bottle was left stashed in the little pouch in the seat in front of him, taking up space for his knees but was of his own doings.

Aiden was hungover, grumpy, and all out of sorts. He wasn't always so abrasive, honest. He just needed a good meal, a hydrating IV, and fourteen hours of sleep to be himself again.

Aiden cradled his head in his paws, keeping his elbows awkwardly tight to his body to not disturb his seat mates. Why had he thought going out for drinks was a good idea before an early morning flight?

He knew he should be more assertive, demand the armrests and space under the seat in front of him. He should ignore the Fasten Seat Belt sign and march to the back of the plane and insist they give him a couple cans of Dasani, Bloody Mary mix, and a nip of vodka. But he knew he wouldn't. It wasn't in his nature. He'd just sit there and take it, grumbling to himself and mostly just in his head.

"You look a lot worse for wear," the tiger's gravelly voice cut through the din of the fuselage. "Rough night?"

The tiger elbowed Aiden in the ribs. Aiden uncovered his face and looked up at the tiger's toothy grin. Merriment shown in his eyes, but Aiden couldn't tell if it was joy in his suffering or not.

"Yeah," Aiden squeaked. "Happy Hour devolved into late night whiskey shots so gradually I hardly even noticed. You ever wake up to the alarm blaring and instantly realize you've made a horrible mistake?"

The tiger jostled his thigh into Aiden, "You just gotta learn to treat yourself right after a night of drinking. Wash down some aspirin with a liter of Gatorade first thing in the morning, then get yourself a big juicy cheeseburger and a pint of lager. And above all else make sure you nut. Nut as much as you can, that's the key to expelling a hangover."

"What? Nuts?" The mouse's brain was not processing the tiger's words.

"Y'know, 'nut'. As in 'bust a nut'? Rub one out? Wank? Jack off? Masturbate? Or better yet, find a partner and FUCK, " the tiger punctuated his remarks with a big booming belly laugh. "Understand what I'm telling ya?"

The alpaca harrumphed and clutched her chest tight. "Vile creature," she declared under her breath.

Aiden ignored her, "I gotcha. I understand. And I did none of those things." Besides gulping down some water, all Aiden managed for breakfast was some burnt coffee and half a stale croissant from an airport kiosk.

The plane hit another rough patch, rocking the tiger into Aiden who then crashed into the alpaca. The old lady pushed back hard at him, mumbling obscenities at him under her breath. She checked to see once again how her little dog was doing and jabbed a definitely intentional elbow into his side. Meanwhile, the tigers paw had fallen onto Aiden's inner thigh, rubbing it a little before taking his paw away.

"Well, do you want to?"

"Want to what?"

The tiger looked at him incredulously, "Nut! Haven't you been paying attention?"

"What, here?" Aiden was shocked, but not horrified. A minute ago he hated this tiger but now he was feeling himself stirring despite the hangover.

"Don't be ridiculous, not with Old Mrs. Hubbard over there. Have you ever done it in an the loo of an airplane?"

"In the bathroom? I can hardly fit in there on my own. I doubt there's enough elbow room in there to jack off."

"Nonsense," the tiger beamed. "It may be a little cramped but we'll make due."

"I don't know," Aiden trailed off.

The tiger placed his large paw over Aiden's groin; his body immediately reacted favorably to the sensation. Until then he hadn't realized he was already half erect.

"It sure feels like you're sure. I'll tell you what, I'll make my way to the lavatory and get myself ready. I'll wait a couple of minutes if you're interested, if not I'll just have to make due on my own."

He unbuckled his seat belt and Aiden chanced a glance over to the tiger's lap. Even though his pudgy gut did a good job concealing his groin, the mouse could see his well-endowed and very erect penis through his tight jeans as he stood.

Aiden pivoted in his seat so he could watch as the tiger lumbered his way down the aisle to the back of the plane, grabbing onto head rests got stability in the shaking plane, much to the annoyance of the passengers sitting in those seats. He couldn't be sure, but it looked as if his tail was half- cocked and flicking around, a sure sign of arousal; or it could've just been the turbulence. Once the tiger got to the back Aiden heard the flight attendance -- hidden away around the corner in a jump seat-- "Sir, the Fasten Seat Belt sign is illuminated, you'll have to return to your seat."

"It's alright," Aiden heard the tiger respond, "I'll only be a minute." And with that he rotated his large body around in the small corridor, making eye contact with the rat before closing the bathroom door with a wink and holding up one clawed finger.

Aiden's heart was beating hard and he knew he was going to take the tiger up on his offer, for sure. He felt tight in his pants and hoped no one would notice him following the tiger to the back. But the flight attendant would surely notice, wouldn't he? So would need to act fast -- no! He needed to act cool, casual, nonchalant.

"You are a disgusting animal, " Aiden heard the old alpaca practically growl at him. When he looked over she was staring daggers, "both of you. Talking that way out in the open. In public, no less. What you people do in the bedroom, I don't care what you do there, but keep it in the bedroom. You better not go back there. If you go back them I'm going to call the stewardess."

"Cool," Aiden said barely looking at her as he unbuckled his seat belt, "When he gets here could you let him know I'd like a Bloody Mary? Make it a double."

In a fluid motion he twisted past the tiger's vacated seat and began striding down the aisle. After smacking his tail hard on an arm rest he did his best to keep it under control. It took a fair bit of concentration to control his excitement.

Aiden had never done anything like this before. Was there some sort of signal he was supposed to give? A knock on the door, a cough? As he stepped closer and closer he began to worry also about the flight attendant sitting back there. Surely he'd know what was going on, this couldn't be the first time something like this had happened on his watch. The pent up anxiety of air travel; the shear boredom of long flights; the forced intimacy of being crammed so tightly together with strangers, people you've never seen before and would never see again. Fuck, he didn't even know the tigers name, or anything else about him besides his species, and that was an assumption. All of this had to be the perfect ingredients for casual semi public sex, right? How many overnight flights were the backdrop to sneaky hand jobs hidden under blankets and dimmed overhead lights?

Another step closer and Aiden could see the flight attendant's leg poking from around the corner. One more step to the bathroom, and one more step to face the attendant. Just as he was bracing to be caught he heard the bolt on the door slide back. The door opened a crack and the rat took his opportunity. He wedged his fingers in the crack and hid between the door and the flight attendant as it opened. He barely allowed himself to notice the tiger sitting on the toilet lid, shoulders and back hunched to fit into the tight space. He shut the door and slide the bolt back into place. The bathroom light gradually illuminated the space once again. If the flight attendant wasn't paying too much attention it would've looked like the tiger finished up and left. At least that's what Aiden hoped.

The rat's slender body faced the door, his butt pretty much at the tiger's face and his tail falling between his legs. Aiden looked over his shoulder and smiled as he gave the tiger a once over. His pants and underwear were already down around his ankles, showing off the symmetric black stripes running across his legs. The fur of his inner thighs was a brilliant white that kept going up past his coarse white pubic fur to disappear underneath his shirt. In between lay a pair of fantastically plump balls covered in tufts of white fur and an intimidatingly large erect cock. His manhood was glistening all over from the precum and it pressed into his overhanging belly; it was so stiff it refused to give up any space even to that hardy gut.

The tiger put his two massive paws on either side of the rat's hips, purring pleasurably as he slipped a finger around the hem of the jeans. Clearly he wanted them off as fast as possible, but Aiden was still nervous and jittery; he didn't want to find himself going limp or firing off his load unexpectedly.

"Hey there," he said, trying to breathe it sexily in a way Marilyn Monroe would've been proud of, but his voice caught and crack just a little. He hoped the tiger didn't notice.

"Hey back," the tiger rumbled his repose. Unlike Aiden's voice the tiger's was unfaulteringly confident and oozed masculinity, like the idealized imagine of a lumberjack or James Bond.

"So, uh, what's you're name?" The rodent cringed at his own awkward small talk. They were crammed together in an impossibly small bathroom, at this point who cared about names anymore?

"I'm Augusta," he said casually as he popped the snap on the rat's jeans above his tail. "You can call me Auggie."

"I'm Aiden. Nice to meet you." A pause. "I'm, uh, twenty-six."

Auggie laughed, "I'm fifty-one, I'm an Aries but I don't know what that means, and I'm horny as all bloody hell, so let's say we get these off now, heh?" He tugged at the rodents jeans.

Aiden dutifully popped his front snap and zipped down his fly as another bout of turbulence rocked him side-to-side. He was slender enough that his pants easily fell around his ankles, but his boxer- briefs stayed put, however they weren't doing a good job concealing anything. His snout was pressed up against the door, but he didn't need to look to know exceptionally hard right now. His form-fitting undies would be accentuating the bulge, and the material at the tip of his dick must be dark with precum. He was ready. He pushed the boxer briefs down to his thighs and Auggie brought them the rest of the way to the floor.

"Now that's more like it," the tiger exclaimed, allowing his claws to run between the rodents butt cheeks. The tiger jostled awkward in his seat, repositioning himself within the cramped confines. Aiden could feel Auggie's hot breath on his fury ass even before he could figure out what was going on; the tigers muzzle snuggled up underneath the rat's tail as Auggie performed a feat of contortion worthy of international acclaim. Aiden was standing, of course, since there wasn't any room to bend over, but the tiger did a fantastic job working his tongue between the cheeks to find his fleshy tail hole. As the tip of the rough tongue pushed through the sphincter's natural resistance, Aiden breathed shapely through his big front teeth; goosebumps rolled across his body and his ass tensed up, forcing Auggie to pull back.

"Oh, you liked that, didn't ya?" He said coyly. "How about this, instead, it might be better for such cramped quarters."

Aiden barely registered the wet sucking noise he heard before he felt Auggie's penetrate him with two fingers in one fast firm moment. The rodent yelped, actually yelped, as his dick went from a simply erect to painfully hard in only the best way. The tiger slipped out his fingers about halfway before ramming them in again up to the knuckles, causing the rat to slam his body into the flimsy airplane bathroom door, leaving a smear of precum on the door. Spider web tendrils of the fluid stretched from his cock to the door. All Aiden wanted right now were those tiger fingers in him and to dry hump the fuck out of that door. The intense arousal itself was enough to expel most of his hangover, but now his body demanded release. Auggie curled the fingers he had inside Aiden, extenuating the pleasantly full feeling inside is anus as well as massaging the sensitive tissue.

"Quit toying with me and fuck me already," Aiden gasped, the side of his muzzle pressed into plastic of the door, a thin line of drool slowly dribbling down it.

"You didn't say the magic word, " Auggie teased, balling up his fingers inside the rodent to give his prostate a sudden jolt. A blast of clear precum burst from Aiden's cock to streak across the door. All along the streak rivulets slowly oozed down.

"Please," the rat begged. "Please, God, please, put that massive cock inside of me and fuck me. Fuck me!"

"C'mon, you can beg better'n that," he slapped out the two fingers and slipped in three, immediately balling them into a fist once they were inserted. Aiden's whole body tensed. Aiden's tailhole stretched to its limit as Auggie spread his clenched claws.

"Oh, God, please, Auggie, please," the rodent whined with a deep exhale. "I need your fat tiger dick in me. I'm sick and it's the only cure. Please have your way with me. I need to be used. I need to be abused. Please, Auggie, please, I need this. Just look at me, I need your cock, please, God, help me."

Precum was pouring out of Aiden's cock at a ridiculous pace. He reveled at the sensation of the fluid pulsing out of his dick hole and dribbling down the underside of his cock, saturating the fur on his balls before dripping in thick globules to the ground. His scrotum was clenched, pulling his balls up high and tight in biological desperation of release. His anxiety over the semi-public sex must've been the only reason he hadn't blown his load two or three times already.

"I've heard better, much better," the tiger sighed, "But it'll do."

The tiger unclenched his claws and twisted them out of the rat. The sudden release of tension caused Aiden to gasp out. He did his best to resist falling on his knees as his legs turned to jelly. It was practically an orgasmic release in and of itself.

Auggie stood up, his back arching along the semi-circular curvature of the wall. Aiden, who didn't normally think of himself as short, found himself feeling small and vulnerable as the tiger loomed over him in the cramped space. Auggie place his hulking paws on either side of Aiden and pressed his large body against the thin rodent. The tiger's gut pressed against the rodent's back while his hard cock pressed between his ass cheeks.

"You're young, still, you'll learn how to properly beg," Auggie growled into Aiden's ear. "Here's a tip: call me 'Daddy'."

"Yes, Daddy," the rat obliged. "Daddy, please, I've been so good and all I want is you inside of me."

"Like this?"

Auggie pressed his hips forward and Aiden could feel the tiger's precum wetting his ass fur. But instead of penetrating his tailhole, the tiger curled an arm around the rat and stuck his fingers in his mouth. He could tell they were the fingers that had just been inside his hole, but he didn't care. Instinctively, he started sucking on them, gently nibbling at the knuckles when they got far enough in.

"Oh, Daddy," the rat said around the finger, "Fill my every hole, please. I've been such a good boy. Please, can't I get a reward?"

The tiger took his other paw -- the one was wasn't currently in the rat's mouth -- and reach down and behind Aiden. Auggie moved his hips back -- his gut still pressing against Aiden's back -- lined himself up with the rat's tailhole, and eased himself in. The shear girth of the tiger's cock being pressed inside of him was almost enough to make him cum, but miracle-upon-miracle, it was only another hefty load of precum that splatter to the floor.

As the tiger eased himself fully deep into the rat, he pulled his finger on Aiden's cheeks like a fishhook, "Now what does a good boy say?"

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I would also accept, 'More, please.'"

With that, Auggie pulled himself halfway out before thrusting hard all the way back in the the full heft of his body. Aiden was caught off guard and slammed into the flimsy plastic door with enough force he thought it might burst open.

Another tremble of turbulence rocked the pair back away from the door, but Auggie took it as a sign of eagerness. Aiden braced himself to make sure he wasn't slammed into the door again as the tiger began thrusting his hips in forceful but rhythmic fashion, grunting into Aiden's ear with every motion. His horniness must have finally overcome his desire for the role playing, but Aiden was still willing to participate.

"Oh, Daddy," Aiden squeaked as best he could with the tiger's fingers still pulling on his cheek. "More, please, just like that."

Auggie's response was to thrust harder and grunted louder; he was drooling on Aiden's shoulder, his breath hot and labored.

"Ahhh, fuck," the tiger breathed out pleasurably.

"You gonna fill me up?" the rat asked coquettishly, doing his best to play into the son persona.

"Oh, I'm gonna fill you up all right, boy," Auggie growled softly. "I'm gonna breed that ass of yours."

Aiden was slammed into the door in what he at first thought was another jolt of turbulence, but by the second thrust realized the tiger was giving him a grand finale. The thick cock pounding incessantly on his prostate and the resulting motion causing his own cock to collide with the door was almost enough to send him over the edge. He tried to push away from the door, but the burly tiger was just too strong and too eager. Aiden could swear he was doing his best to slam the two of them our through the door and into the aisle of the plane.

Aiden could feel his taint tightening and that tell-tale sign from his balls that meant the point-of-no-return was edging closer and closer. He didn't want this tryst to end, but he found himself desperately wanting to cum.

"I'm gonna cum," the rat warned.

"Not before me you don't," the tiger warned.

Auggie pulled him tight and back away from the door. He slammed himself deep inside of Aiden with continual quick jerking thrusts. The tiger was getting closer and closer, Aiden could tell. He gasped out a series a short sharp breaths before groaning deeply.

Without warning the tiger chomped down on the rat's shoulder, causing AIden to yelp in surprise and pain. With one forceful penetrating thrust and Aiden knew the tiger was coming. He knew that he could really feel the cum inside of him, not with the thick hot cock already inside of him overloading all his senses down there, but he could swear feeling the warm load filling him up. He could feel the pulsing of the cock at any rate and it expelled the load from the tiger's balls. He was milking himself with short shallow hip movements and kept his teeth firmly planted in Aiden's shoulder.

Aiden was surprised at himself for lasting this long, but the dam was about to break. The edging tipped just slightly over the lip of the dam, and that was all it took. His scrotum tightened, he fought back by tightening his Kegle muscles--which was helped by his tailhole being so thoroughly filled--but all it did was make the first bit of cum dribble out before the full force of the tsunami hit.

His jizzed fired out so fiercely it sounded like someone had punched the door. The next couple squirts weren't as powerful, but Aiden was certain the passengers sitting closest to the rear of the plane definitely heard it. Hell, them and the flight attendant had probably heard everything that had been going on, it wasn't like plane bathrooms were designed for sound abatement.

Auggie finally released his jaws with a content sigh, as Aiden was still dribbling his spunk all over the bathroom door in progressively weaker spurts.

"I've made quite a big of mess here, haven't I?" Aiden asked, looking down at the viscous puddle forming on the floor. It was already all over the soles of his shoes, but by some miracle he managed not to splatter his spooge all over his clothes.

"Just you wait until I pull out, then we'll see about the mess we've made," Auggie laughed.

"Just try not to get it all over my clothes, we still have several hours left on this flight."

"This ain't my first rodeo, kid."

And with that the tiger pulled out. His cock was already beginning to go flaccid, it slide easier out of the rat's now-gaping hole. Still, it felt like a wonderful release to Aiden and caused him to dribble a little more onto the floor. It was nothing compared to the splash that occurred from Auggie's release. Little wonder that Aiden though he could feel his load filling inside of him since it was likely true. That tiger produced one hell of a load, and it released out of the rat's tailhole all at once.

"Now that's a mess," Auggie chuckled. "And I mostly kept it from getting all over our clothes!"

"What do you mean 'mostly'."

"Nothing a couple dozen of these nonabsorbent napkins can't fix," he said as he grabbed a handful of the paper towels from the dispenser. He ran a few up Aiden's thighs and between his butt cheeks. "Let's clean you up first, and then I can take care of the rest of the mess in here."

"Really? You'll do that?"

"Of course, it's what a father would do," Auggie said. Aiden could hear the smile in his voice even though he could see it. He has his head turned halfway around, but hadn't been able to turn the entire way in the small space to meet him eye-to-eye.

Auggie grabbed a wad of napkins from the little inlaid holder above the sink and slid them up between Aiden's messy butt cheeks, wiping up the majority of the cum. A few more passes with fresh napkins and the rat's ass was mostly clean. Auggie plopped the wet napkins in the toilet bowl despite the sign next to the sink explicitly telling him not to.

The fatherly tiger handed Aiden a handful of napkins so he could wipe off his dick before pulling his underwear and pants back up. He checked himself the best he could in the cramped confines, and for the most part only a wayward speck of spunk managed to get on his pants. He wiped at them, but the snail trail held on with defiance.

"Go on back to your set, love, I'll finish cleaning up in here. See you back at Row 37."

Aiden cracked the bifolding door open, glancing around the best he could to make sure no one was noticing him. The angel wasn't the best so he just went for it and hoped for the best. This time he did rush back to his seat, awkwardly bumping into arms and seats as the relentless turbulence continued to rock the aircraft.

He crashed down into his seat, feeling exhausted. No, that wasn't it. He felt content, calm, and no longer hungover. Well, maybe a little hungover.

The alpaca glared at him, and he noticed that she had hit the flight attendant button above them. The rat pressed it again to turn it off, "The seat belt sign is on, they can't leave their seats to get you a refreshment, sorry."

She harrumphed and crossed her arms. "We all know what you two were doing in there. We could all hear it. And I can smell it on you. Disgusting."

The tiger came back to his seat after a few minutes, and sure enough Aiden could smell the sex aura emanating from him. It immediately stirred his passion, and he thought maybe he'd be hazard another round later in the flight.

"I brought this for you," Auggie said, holding out a can Bloody Mary mix and two tiny airplane bottles of vodka in one paw. Aiden graciously accepted. "I snagged them from the drinks cart as I left the loo. Sorry I was in a rush and didn't get a cup for you."

"No, this is perfect," the rat said. And he meant it in every sense of the word.

"Now we just need to find someone to fuck that grumpy alpaca so she stops glaring at us for the rest of the flight," Auggie said a little too loudly and laughing a lot too loudly. "Any takers?"