Size Isn't Everything But It Makes A Difference
Collaboration between myself and Casca
Size Isn't Everything But It Makes A Difference by Casca & Rekhit
As much as Horace was absorbed into his newspaper, the small white mouse felt something colossal move past him in his seat on the subway car and he peered over the edge. A monster had just walked past, thunder on hooves so large that it was amazing he didn't crush anyone's foot paws.
The bull sat in an available seat, though he had to wedge himself into the tiny gap, constructed to hold someone almost half his size. Horace wasn't the only one starring at the giant bovine. Thick arms, massive legs, bulging chest, the bull exuded an aura of masculinity that filled the subway car. No one was left unaffected; more so than Horace, who had to fold his newspaper to hide his growing erection.
Though happily mated, Horace and his love were free to play whenever the opportunity arose. While they mostly played together, sometimes they played separately, though Horace would always return home still horny and get deeply filled by his equine boyfriend. Maybe tonight would be one of those nights.
The train stopped at each platform and one by one the anthros got off, the car rapidly emptying. The mouse's eyes strayed every few seconds to the bull, to move down the huge frame and to the obscene bulge between his legs. Gods, he must be huge! That made him hornier then ever! Finally he and the bull were the only ones left in this section of the subway train.
Horace couldn't hide his view now; his eyes ran over the bull once more, to simply admire his massive frame, his powerful features. He was hardly aware he was getting closer, just watching the sinew pulsing through his tightly fitted shirt, the bulge in his pants shifting from side to side. The mouse was just inch from drooling when that bulge was mashed against his face, filling his head with the powerful musk of bull dick.
"If you like it so much you should have asked. I'm not above giving you a taste," came the deep bass voice lording over Horace's corner. Its owner pressed his body as close as he could to the mouse, pinning his arms against the seat with the tightly muscled legs threatening to bulge their way out of his pants.
He couldn't reply, he could hardly move as the massive mound of heat and flesh shifted up and down, knocking his glasses off his face but really the murine didn't need to. He was enjoying it. He wanted nothing in that moment like he wanted the bull to stand there, surrounding him in his powerful bulk and pound his face, and as the sound of a zipper filled the air he knew he was getting his wish.
Cock spilled out heavy and hot against Horace's head, slopping over his snout then his shoulder. Even soft it had to be a foot and a half, this was even better than he'd hoped. The bull was in the same category as the horse waiting for him at home. He had to have this dick. The mouse's erection throbbed tightly in his slacks, leaking desperately in the thick fog of scent trapping his mind in this moment, pushing out all of his thoughts but dick. All thoughts, that is, but balls. A sharp shove dragged his face in the musky confines of his assailant's pants, his nose pinned deeply between sweaty scrotum and hardening cock.
The bull groaned hotly and growled. "Lick my balls and maybe I'll fuck your cute little mouth!" but Horace didn't hear. He was too busy licking up the salty flavour, sucking on the skin, kissing clumsily at those massive cum filled orbs as the feet of cock rose overhead, letting out a chorus of sloppy fapping as precum dripped on his shirt.
All too soon though, Horace's face was dragged back out of that darkness to view the still hardening cock in the dim light. A sheen of slick pre twinkled where the tight grip of the bull's hands, too small even with their massive reach to wrap around the fat tool completely, weren't sliding back and forth driving him closer and closer to its full size.
He almost complimented the bull but the moment his mouth opened a heavy hand gripped his face, wet and warm with precum. All the happy mouse could do was whimper as the hammer of flesh shoved his jaw open and forced it way in, never stopping as it pushed deeper and deeper, taking full advantage of his stretchy body until he was full of two feet of bull and his face was buried in soft wiry pubic fur. It was a lot to handle, he was sore and he knew that all that cock would punish him tomorrow but for now he was in bliss and wanted more.
It was too easy to enjoy it now, wrapping his tongue around what he could of that dick and milking with throat and lips as he pulled away. Eye's lidded and hips thrusting in time with his 'rapist's', Horace was unaware of the quizzical look shining down on him. The bull wasn't quite sure what to make of it and as good as it felt he just had to stop, half his dick bulging down the mouse's throat. When the feeling of precum coursing into his body started to overcome the tightness of being filled with cock the little fur looked up pleadingly.
There was only one man with enough cock to really satisfy his hunger for penis and his was too big for his poor throat. This was a rare treat. He sucked desperately, drinking down cups of precum as the steely erection begged just as its sucker was begging for more pleasure. An incoherent mumble vibrated along that penis, words made into nothing but meaningless pleasure as he fed himself more bull cock. He squeezed and tugged at the bovine balls working them slowly hoping to encourage that dominant treatment to use him like a cock sleeve again and after a short while it worked.
He felt those massive hands on his head again, holding him in place as the hips came at him hard, using every last inch to his pleasure as more juices flowed down into his gut. At this pace he could feel it backing up into his mouth, even his nose, the taste and smell dragging the mouse deeper into ecstasy while it dribbled down his face. Balls slapped hard against his chest, wet smacks filling the empty subway car as they raced toward some destination mumbled over the intercom.
The tent staining his pants was about to explode, trembling for some sort of attention, something to release it's pent up pleasure but that wasn't for random strangers. Besides he had plans for it when he got home. No - this was for sucking bull cock. His belly was full, bulging gently with bull musk, liquid arousal gushing into his body by the pint, and was getting fuller. He wondered just how much this fellow had to give.
He had his answer shortly.
"I hope you can handle gallons, cum bucket," the bull teased between snorts, tossing his head back and forth until with a heated bray and one final thrust he shoved himself in to the root and started to unload.
He wasn't lying at all; more cum than Horace had eaten in days raced down into his belly, stretching him out further and further as the bovine sighed his relief. Quart by quart he filled the gleeful mouse who was doing his absolute best not to cum yet. He wanted to wait so much but the cum kept coming. So much that the backed up pre from before was nothing compared to the cascade washing down his chin.
The mouse just gulped as fast as he could. He rubbed his belly, undoing his shirt with the other hand as he expanded, thick and hungry for more. Finally the flow started to slow, relaxing gradually until the bull was soft and weak enough to pull his dick out and spray the last cup or two on Horace's face, painting his white fur in a second coat, letting it drip off his whiskers and pool in his ears. A hearty laugh filled the silence as the driver announced the latest stop.
"Well look at that. Perfect timing. If you need more cum lemme know. I can take you to my place and give you even more than that next time."
Not even giving his name the bull hurried off the car, not even bothering to put his cock away as he left the scene. Horace didn't mind though. He was a little miffed that he missed his stop... three stops ago... but one more and he could get a connection back. So rather than worry he let the cum linger on his face a little longer, let his gut settle. He'd clean up at the station and hurry and worry then. He wasn't too terribly far from home.
His erection refused to go down though. Washing his face or more accurately wiping his face, only excited the mouse more, watching the cream slick off his body, memories, smells, it carried him back home with ever mounting excitement. He had to get to his horse. He needed to feel the one cock big enough to fill him completely. He rushed through the mostly empty station in his mad dash home, stumbling on the stairs leading up to the street level, and jiggled his bulging belly under the streetlamps. The few hundred yards seemed like miles before he reached his street but finally like a beacon, he found his porch light, waiting to welcome him home, to guide him to his lover's meaty arms.
Horace opened the door to his comfortable home and closed it, leaning against the inside. His stomach bulged heavily against his belt and shirt, and he rubbed it, listening to it gurgle somewhat as the massive load the bull had shot down his throat began to digest slowly. It would be some time before the small mouse returned to looking somewhat normal again.
"Is that you hunny?" came a voice from living room. There was the sound of something big getting to its feet and the door opened to reveal Horace's boyfriend.
Lyon was a beast of a stallion, black fur with the odd splashing of white. He had to stoop to walk through the doorway and his massive frame filled it to capacity. Each muscle stood out and jostled for room with the others as the creature walked towards the rather plump mouse, who watched as his loving stallion came closer. So big was the equine that his clothes barely contained his form, threatening to rend from even the slightest flex; quite often Lyon had to be buy new clothes simply for that reason.
"Yes, it's me," Horace said, taking off his coat and hanging it up. His stomach lurched and he let out a large belch.
Lyon wafted the air. "That why you're late, did you eat?" Something caught his attention and he sniffed. That wasn't food he could smell. He towered over the mouse, a good 3 feet taller, and leaned closer. Around the mouse's short muzzle and still stuck to his whiskers was the evidence of why he was late. The horse chuckled and rubbed one of the mouse's ears. "I see you did."
"Yes, it was some bull on the subway." Horace wiped his face. "Gave me a belly full." He patted his bulging stomach.
"I see. Does that mean my mouse is sated for the evening?" A pair of small paws reached out and grabbed the obscene bulge that sat between the horse's legs. "Apparently not."
"How can I be sated with a monster of a stallion like you?" Lyon rumbled and swept up his lover, kissing him deeply and tasting the remainder of the cum still coating the inside of his mouth. He loved it when Horace did this, because Lyon knew no other creature on Earth could satisfy the small mouse like he could.
Breaking the kiss, Lyon hefted the small rodent over his shoulder and carried him up the stairs. "Dinner can wait," he rumbled, feeling his crotch stir. The smell of sex was so strong on the mouse and Lyon wanted him now, just as he knew the rodent wanted it.
Horace was thrown onto the bed and commanded to strip. Strip he did, sitting back naked and watching as his giant of a stallion began a slow strip of himself. Just watching the horse remove his clothes was intoxicating and Horace stroked his meagre erection as the shirt slipped off a chest that looked sculptured from rock.
The pecs squeezed together for space on the horse's chest, over-hanging 10 ab muscles that looked so deep one could almost climb them. The arms moved to remove the rest of the clothes, the biceps curling into doubles on both arms, almost as big as Horace's head, and legs as thick as tree trunks were revealed.
At last the stallion stood wearing only his jock strap and the mouse crawled forward, gripping the band and pressing his nose firmly to it, breathing in the aromatic scent of virile horse. It was already bulging to the extreme as Lyon's shaft was quickly dropping and using his own strength, Horace tore at the jock and ripped it away.
The ebony shaft dropped out and slid downwards between the thick legs, growing in inches by the second until it could almost rival a leg in itself. It was thicker than both of Horace's arms put together and almost as long as he was tall. Horace didn't care; it was the ultimate horse cock, the only thing that could reach that itch that always burned deep inside his body.
With a deep nicker Lyon pushed his lover onto the bed, lifting his legs upwards and burying his face between the mouse's white butt cheeks. He loved ass; loved looking at it, feeling it, eating it, fucking it. Until Horace came into his life Lyon had to make do with rimming his sex partners and then thrusting along their bodies, his cock would scare off even the most talented size queen.
He dragged his long broad tongue across the crack of the mouse's ass, listening to the moans and squeaks as Horace was pleasured. Lyon had never tasted such a delicious ass before and never wasted a chance at licking it thoroughly, making sure that every part from the tail to just below the ball sac was coated in spit.
Finally he pressed his tongue at the tight pucker, trying to force inwards. It never ceased to amaze Lyon how tight his lover was every time they played seeing at what was stuffed up his butt on a regular basis. The hole parted easily and Lyon's tongue slipped inside. Quickly, firmly, he tongue fucked the tight hole, feeling the thundering heart beat surrounding the thick appendage.
Horace was writhing in pleasure, one paw furiously jerking his cock, the other gripping the bed sheets. Damn did Lyon know how to work his butt. Already the tongue was sending pleasure shooting through his body and he humped his hips. It never took long when Lyon did this and soon enough Horace cried out, raising his hips as his own cum splattered across his bulging stomach.
With a deep rumble Lyon pulled his tongue from the wet hole and went to get the special lube they used. It was very greasy and didn't dissolve like most. During the deep tonguing session Lyon's cock had reached its full hardness and was waiting. Scooping up vast handfuls, he coated his massive colt maker, making sure every inch was covered before pressing some to the mouse's butt.
Horace squeaked. "Cold," he giggled as it was smeared over his crack and into his butt. The horse worked his fingers, pushing one, then two, then three inside. Horace groaned and raised his butt upwards, tail quivering as he was opened up. Soon enough the horse had worked his whole fist inside the mouse and was pushing more of the lube deep into his body. The butt ate his arm up to the mid forearm before Lyon pulled out with a wet slurp; Horace's hole pushed outwards into a brief rosebud before pulling back.
He levelled his colossal flare to the mouse's hole. "Ready?"
"Fuck me stud!" Horace declared. "Just stuff me and fuck me!"
Lyon chuckled. "Someone's horny." He pushed.
The flare pressed to Horace's butt, almost as wide as the ass it was trying to enter. The mouse pressed back, screwing up his face as he gritted his teeth. Slowly but surely his hole opened and the flare started to make its way inside. These few seconds were always the hardest and most discomforting. It always took patience and time before eventually the two would be locked.
With a wet pop, the flare disappeared inside the mouse's hole. Both anthros made sounds of pleasure and they stayed still to let Horace adapt. The hard part was over, now the fun could begin!
Slowly, painfully slowly, Lyon rocked his hips. Each inward movement pushed more of his cock inside his lover, whose hole was now stretched virtually to capacity around the meat that was entering him. Horace lay there, keeping his hole as relaxed as he could, pressing back with his inner muscles and grunting with each thrust inwards. The sheets were bunched up tightly in his paws as he was filled.
It was not overly often that they fucked; usually Horace would jerk off his lover in the shower and get completely covered, greedily swallowing as much horse sperm as he could. But every so often he needed to be filled with as much cock as he could take. And the mouse could take a lot!
The first foot was in; 2 more to go. Already a huge bulge appeared under the bloated stomach to show where the cock was now and Horace rubbed it. There was nothing better in the whole world then to be filled to capacity and beyond by the only person he had ever loved.
Loud snorts escaped the stallion's flared nostrils and he gripped the mouse's thin legs, pistoning his hips so that each inward thrust would bury more of his meat inside the mouse. He grunted as tight muscles gripped his shaft, squeezing it and pushing back, an automatic reflex to expel the intruder. But Lyon would not be denied and already two thirds of his cock was inside the mouse.
A massive bulge appeared at the top of the mouse's abdomen and Horace rubbed it firmly. He knew what was going to happen next and he begged for more, wanting the whole thing inside him. It kept coming; the bulge kept growing, forming the shape of a horse flare. The problem with taking a cock that was only 2 foot shy of your own height was where to put it all.
Thankfully Horace was extremely stretchy, from years of riding his own horse dildos that still came out to play when their sex sessions were long and sensual, not the intense rutting that they both needed now. Sweat coursed down from the horse's black fur, dripping and matting into the white mouse under him. Horace whined and begged, demanding more cock inside him.
"Heh... you little... cock slut..." Lyon panted. "You want it..." He reared back and with a neigh buried the rest of his cock inside the mouse. "You got it!"
Horace came again just from that action. The bulge was now massive, impossible and yet it was there. Almost the entire foot of horse dick bulged upwards from his own stomach wall. To anyone else it would have been horrifying; to the pair it was just hot.
Lyon dragged his cock back to the medial ring, the bulge disappearing, before neighing and slamming back in again, a wet sucking sound escaping from the stretched out mouse hole. From under him Horace squeaked and writhed, pushing upwards and back as best as he could.
Leaning over, Lyon began to bang his hips hard against the still surprisingly tight mouse butt, fucking him like a stallion catching the whiff of a mare in heat. Leaning up Horace grabbed the horse's long muzzle in his small paws and kissed him hard, biting his soft lip and forcing his tongue between them. Their tongues slid along each other, wet and slimy, tasting the other as they grunted from their intense fuck.
Lyon's hips smacked hard against the mouse's butt, hilting with each inward stroke. Pre squirted out around their joined bodies, sticking into their fur and adding a squelching to the rhythmic slapping as their bodies met together. Loud grunts and soft groans competed with the sounds of their hard fucking. Horace's tail moved and curled around the horse's waist, keeping him firmly there and in his body.
Watching the bulge, Horace saw the flare starting to widen. If it was big before, now it was just huge. It made a blooming mushroom shape in the bulge of his stomach and Horace knew his lover was close. He squeezed with all his might along the ironed out intestines and anal walls, gripping every rippling contour of the cock that made his body squirm with pleasure.
One last thrust inwards and Lyon shook. He broke the kiss and neighed so loud that it rattled the little knick knacks that were on the shelves and the stomach of the mouse suddenly bloated. Heavy snorts followed as Lyon jerked, his balls contracted and pumping out their monstrous amount of semen into the quivering mass of rodent, who came for a third time, though his was barely a drop compared to what was being pumped into his body.
It spurted along his innards, rushing into his stomach and filling it, causing it to swell larger with each second until the podge he had before was tiny compared to now. Horace moaned, rubbing his stomach as he felt it fill ever larger, stretching outwards against the cock created bulge until the pair fought for space.
Finally Lyon gave a deep groan and lowered his head. He panted and his body glistened with sweat as the last of his cum spurted weakly into the now incredibly fat mouse. Slowly he started to pull outwards as his cock softened and began to retract a bit into his sheath.
"Plug!" Horace called out loudly. Nodding, Lyon leaned over and opened a drawer in the bedside cabinet, taking out a large butt plug. As he pulled out the excess cum poured out of the now empty and incredibly stretched out mouse hole, but the flow was stopped with Lyon pushed the plug home.
He stood back, looking down at his lover and chuckling. "You still wanting dinner?"
Horace sat up and grinned, rubbing his belly. He looked almost 3 months pregnant on spooge alone. "Are you kidding? I'm starving. Go cook me something."
The horse grinned. "Yes madam." He ducked through the door and dodged as a pillow came flying past him. Horace sat back on the sweat and cum covered bed, rubbing his sloshing belly. It would be a few days before he could go out again; thank goodness it was the weekend; though he idly wondered if Lyon would want to add more to the mass before the weekend was over...