Another Day On The Job
I go the idea after reading Corca's Secret. It sounded like something I would do if I possessed Corca with no witnesses, so I wrote it.
The sun blazed in the summer sky above the streets of Pays Blanc. Amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded streets walked a lone canine agent. The heat was so unusually hot he even decided to leave his signature jacket at home.
He was on his way to meet his partner for yet another task assigned by King Equus.
<Why couldn't we have waited at least until the sun went down?> he mentally complained while wiping the sweat from his brow.
Slowly the crowd thinned as he made his way to the meeting spot, an alleyway near the outskirts of town. He's not a stranger to such... out of the way places, but his partner would stand out like a sore thumb. He wondered if the tiger even knew what "inconspicuous" means.
Making sure he wasn't followed; he entered the alley. Immediately he heard moaning. "Damnit! Could you not right before a mission" he grumbled.
He turned the corner prepared to tell him off but stopped dead in in his tracks at the scene.
He saw the big yellow and orange tiger facing the wall. His hands were braced against it. The guardsman's armor was removed save for his pants. His face was a picture of bliss. Behind him Barlitz could see something else.
What looked like a red horn was protruding from the back of Corca's head. Long, Blond hair flowed out from behind leading into a pair of draconic wings. Said wings were attached to a red growth coming out of Corca's back. This growth continued down his back to his tail. At least where his tail should be. Instead, there was a much thicker tail.
As he stood there trying to process what he was seeing, the odd masses sank into the tiger. Before long stood a lone tiger. All traces of any foul play had vanished into his bulk.
Corca took his hand off the wall. With a smirk, he looked himself over. He Flexed an arm feeling the contours of his bicep before moving on to his chest. He rustled the thick pelt of orange fur that covered his pecs. Once he had enough, he finally sensed the other person.
Turning to him, Barlitz could see that Corca looked completely normal. Same goofy grin, same walk. The only change was now he sported a thick beard that was split into three braids.
"Oh. Hey, Barlitz! I was wondering when you would get here. It's unusual for you to be the late one." Corca said with a smile as he walked towards his partner.
His usual smile.
That just made the whole scene more wrong.
"Wh-what just happened?" Corca looked confused.
"Nothing. I've just been sitting here waiting for you."
"What about that thing that just went indie you?! Those Wings?!"
"Wings?"
Corca stopped right in front of him. The tiger was bigger than him, but now he felt towering. His muscles seemed bigger than usual, like he just finished a full body work out.
He smelt like it too. But there was something mixed in with his scent that was more than just sweat. It was strong too. It smelt so-
"OH! Him!" Corca suddenly exclaimed, breaking him out of his thoughts. "He just steps in from time to time."
Barlitz didn't understand. <[i]'Steps in from time to time'? What does that even mean?[/i]>
"You would love it!" Corca continued. "He feels amazing."
"What?"
Corca swung his left arm around his shoulder, pulling him in. His body pressed against the massive tiger. He could feel the heat radiating from the massive tiger.
"You should see how good he feels inside you too," Corca said.
Corca placed a hand on Barlitz's chest, right over his heart. His heart was beating so fast that he was certain Corca could hear it. The touch was just a tease.
"It's like a rush of warmth, but from the inside."
Barlitz let out a grunt as Corca squeezed a little. Just enough to feel the firm muscle underneath the shirt and fur.
"That warmth just spreads. From your core..."
Barlitz was too caught up to notice Corca's hand slide down from his chest. Suddenly he was aware of it slowly moving down his abs. Each finger tracing the groves between his muscles as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"...And suddenly you're aware of just how big he is."
With practiced precision, Corca unbuttoned Barlitz's pants and fished his dick out. Even in Corca's meaty hands, it stood tall. Already hard, it glistened with sweat and pre.
"See? I wasn't joking. He's huge" Corca said with his fatherly chuckle.
In his hand he held both of their manhoods together. Barlitz could feel the throbbing of Corca's pressed against his own. Slowly Corca started to slide along their shafts.
Barlitz started panting in need. His heavier breaths took in more and more of that smell coming from the tiger. His tongue lazily slipped out giving him a taste of the air.
<No. Focus>
He closed his eyes. He needed to stop and figure out what's going on now. Unfortunately for him, that just sharpened his other senses.
Suddenly his nose was pressed against something damp. His tongue licked something hairy. His eyes shot open only to see the underside of Corca's arm.
His muzzle was nested deep within Corca's sweaty armpit. His arm shot up to push the tiger way, but instead grabbed hold of his furry pec. He felt it expand with each breath. Despite his calm voice, Corca was breathing as hard as him.
"He smells amazing too, right?" Corca said like a father realizing his son may be into his favorite hobby. Barlitz could only reply in deep breaths.
He knew should get a way, but he didn't want to. He wanted more of this. More of Corca.
Corca still pumped both of their dicks. Their combined pre providing ample lube.
"Just wait. This isn't even the best part yet. He'll bring out the best in you."
Barlitz couldn't handle any more and came. Seemingly in response, so did Corca. A fountain of came spawned between them. As promised, Corca's stream was thicker and went higher than Barlitz's. Even when Barlitz's balls were emptied, Corca's went on for a few more squirts.
Corca finally let go allowing their spent members to hang. He moved his arm so that Barlitz was no longer within his pits. Instead, he slipped his arm under Barlitz's and wrapped it around back. Cradling him. Barlitz looked at the man with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Corca returned the look with a gentle smile.
"Oh, forgot one more thing," he said softly.
With his free hand he ran a finger along Barlitz's stomach, collecting some of their seed along his index finger. He brought it to his mouth and slowly licked it clean. Visibly savoring it as Barlitz looked on.
"He tastes amazing."