Drive-In Quickie Alternate Ending
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
When I was writing this story, I got about half way through and suddenly wasn't sure what I wanted to do. In the end, though, I wasn't writing this for myself so I went with what made sense... but eventually I had to finish the story how I would have liked to see it go, and here it is.
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"What'll it be, big guy?" The diminutive fennec held up a pad of paper, the tip of a pen already pressed eagerly against it.
The brawny panther inside the car whistled a cat-call, and adjusted his glasses. "Wow, they've got you rollerboys wearing less and less each time I come here. If I keep coming I'm gonna get a gut," he undressed the fennec with his eyes, though it wasn't a very strenuous job. A small, tight shirt emblazoned with the drive-in restaurant's logo stopped above the fennec's navel. A few inches below a dark blue thong clung as if vacuum locked to the fox's body, outlining an impressive package. "I was going to ask for a burger but I'll take the sausage and eggs if you've already brought 'em out."
Normally the shy fennec would have rolled his eyes and asked again for an order, but peeking into the loquacious kitty's convertible he was awestruck by the athletic body left uncovered from the waist up to cope with the summer heat. The fur was short and through it you could see steely muscles that didn't bulge frightfully out. His chest was burly and his slender stomach had faint traces of abs. Seemed to defy logic that this cat would have a swimmer's build, but the fennec didn't complain. In fact he could only blush at the patron's come-ons. Very rarely did such blatant schmoozing fall on interested ears.
The fennec didn't even jump when the panther's arm situated on of the window extended out to grab his rump. The panther whistled again as his paw searched over the fox's thighs, then spun him around on his skates to get a look at his backside. "Heyy, you want a big tip? Lift that tail and let me see those sweet cheeks of yours." The fennec obliged with a giggle, looking out at the empty parking lot for another customer to catch him in the act of flirting with one of the diners.
"Oooooo, evolution must be real because no intelligent desiger would put such a nice plump butt on such a small body like yours, it'd just be unfair to the rest of us." The perky butt bulged in a direct challenge to gravity, not sagging under the weight of two round slabs of fatty meat, as if supported by the thin wire of dark blue spandex that split them. The panther didn't hesitate to reach out with both paws and take the generous hams in his palms and give them a squeeze that made the fennec's back straighten. Both murred in approval.
The panther's confidence grew, and now he wrapped his arm around the fennec's waist, pulling him on his wheels against the car. The fennec was actually sitting on the door of the car, held there, though he didn't mind having the panther's sinewy arm around him. The other paw creeped up the inside of his leg and pulled at the elastic thong. "You're just putty in my paws, aren't you? Let's see if I can get some of this putty to stiffen up." The fennec was still wordless, only gasping when the large paw closed over his package. The panther pulled the elastic of the undies and peeked in, his eyes growing wide as saucers at the prize inside. "I thought you guys discontinued super size."
The fennec squealed as he was pulled in, falling into the panther's lap, his rollerskates hanging out the window. "Now how is that all the good parts of you are big and all the rest of you is small? Whose soul did you sell to get such a thin little belly above such a big cock. Do your legs get sore?" The fennec blushed, knowing he was being flattered but not taking any offense to it. He didn't take any offense, either, when the panther pressed his wet lips into the fennec's muzzle, slurping his tongue around. The fennec's large ears stood erect, then slowly he relaxed back into the kiss. He closed his eyes and felt the weight of the skates drop from his feet.
The panther reclined his chair flat back and rolled up the window, finally trapping himself inside with his quarry. He sat back and turned the fennec around, laying him against the steering wheel. Gingerly the panther pulled down the thing string of the thong, which revealed nothing as it had hidden nothing, but let the panther freely plunge his tongue into the fennec's hole. The small waiter boy gasped, the rough tongue licking slowly and tenderly at his hole, a sensation he'd never felt before. He gripped the wheel tight, pressing his body against it, honking the horn. The panther teased the hole, the tip of his tongue circling it before finally sinking in deep. Little bumps that coated the cat's tongue made the feeling something special, and the fennec's cock grew quickly, though trapped by the stretchy material of the thong.
The fennec's paw groped for the panther's bulge, though it was restrained tightly by a pair of tight jeans. He pawed blindly for it, eyes shut tight in lust, fumbling with the button and the zipper, grunting in uncontrollable passion as the panther's tacky tongue delighted him. Finally he slipped a paw inside and felt for the rod, taking it in his paw and... he stopped. His moans retreated into his throat as he squeezed and fondled the stiff rod in his paw. He looked down and, working the tight blue jeans to the panther's knees, revealed the panther's unimpressive cock. One could say the fennec had high standards or the cat had bad genes, but it wouldn't have made a difference. He looked back at the panther with a sarcastic grin. "Now I see what the aggression accounts for." The kitty was plainly embarrassed, blushing, his eyes averted.
The rollerboy turned around, sitting on the panther's stomach, the tide of dominance shifting. With a surprising amount of strength from the ferret, and a sort of shamed acquiescence by the panther, the small fellow flipped the big black cat over onto his stomach. His long, slender tail laid between two massive cheeks, hard and toned. The fennec whistled appreciatively as he reached for the fibrous hunks. "I do believe you're not making use of your best assets, sweet cheeks." The panther's blush reddened deeper and a hopeful smile reached across his muzzle. The fennec licked his finger and probed the tight hole, his free paw running through the short, soft fur on the muscular rump. The panther moaned a sort of confused moan, as if he'd never been in this situation before. In fact, he hadn't. Now here he was in his own car, lying face down have his ass probed by a tiny little rollerboy. Whatever sore thought he had about his meager cock seemed placated by the fennec's clear infatuation with his perfect ass, evidenced by a face-first plunge into the firm cheeks.
The big cat moaned unusually shrill moans, his tail now picking up and wagging excitedly. The fennec plied the cheeks as well he could, though the solid round mounds didn't move much. The fennec only kept his nose buried for a short time though, just long enough to lube the pucker up. Soon he climbed onto the panther's back, a firm base as the size difference remained as great as ever even with the unforseen top. His stiff cock pressed against the sensitive hole, the cat groaning in anticipation, gripping the door handles to either side of him. The fennec's cock was slick with natural lube, but it didn't slide easily into the reluctant hole. As it spread the small opening wide the cat shrieked and groaned in hungry pain, the strong cheeks instinctively clutching the rod but doing nothing to stop the fennec's slow entreaty. Through continous, increasingly urgent grunts and shouts, the big kitty was spread open and spitted by the fennec nearly half his size. He squeezed the door handles, his knuckles white. His teeth gritted and his nose flared, though the fennec pressed on, not stopping until each inch of his supersized manhood was buried inside.
He only gave the cat the pleasure of a gentle first spreading. After that, he gave the cat the rapture of a rough fucking. He braced his feet against the steering wheel, held the cat by the side, and pounded furiously into the tight ass. The muscular cheeks clenched against it, and with each punchy thrust the kitty grunted hoarsely, low on breath and light headed. The fennec murred coolly, in complete control of the situation. His hips swung swimmingly back and forth, in and out, incredible springs of energy one wouldn't expect from the tiny body. When the hulking body below him writhed, he moved with it, privy to the motions of the hulk beneath him though it was completely under his power.
The fennec's prodigious balls slapped against the panther's ass with each heavy thrust. He didn't spare any inches, pulling out nearly to the tip before plunging ball-deep into the tight hole again. He would get a particularly frantic shout out of the panther when he would pull out entirely, letting the hole close with the head still taunting it. The panther would murmur and whine, both dreading and demanding the re-entry, until the fennec would split the cheeks and pry the tight hole wide open again, the panther invariably groaning loudly. He loved it. He'd never been the one with his face pressed into the fabric of the backseat, but he couldn't help but be overcome by the ironic nirvana of being fucked so thoroughly, as he never had been before, by a fox he could have easily carried around on his shoulders all day.
Every spot on and in his body tingled, shocks of pleasure shooting through him when they were brushed against. The fennec lifted the panther's ass up a little and, from this new angle, hit the panther so perfectly he let out the loudest shout, drenched in carnal lust, that he had yet. And it was followed by others, each one more weary and laden with lust than the last. Soon his entire body tensed up, and though he tried to get up to divert the oncoming stream somewhere less damaging, he was held firmly in place by the fennec. The panther's muscles were useless when his whole body had been turned to jelly, making him weak and Though it wasn't hard for the fennec, with the panther in so little control of his body as his battered nerves allowed him. A harsh, fevered moan, and the panther's driver's seat was ruined forever, stained with globs of off-white kitty cum.
Lying there in beaten glory, a sense of calm washing over him despite the dick continuing to drill him, he purred contentedly. Not long after, the fennec grunted, drove full force into the muscular ass, and unloaded his own torrent of sticky cum in a place less damaging to the car upholstery. He filled the panther to the brim, so much that some had to leak when the fennec pulled out, collapsing in a huffing, puffing pile of fluff on top of the panther. His head barely reached the panther's shoulders.
They simply laid there for a few minutes, catching their breath.
Eventually, though, the fennec got up off the panther's back and scooted over to the passenger side seat. He looked over at the conquered ass, filmy with sweat and dripping cum. He gave it a pat.
"That's just the problem with fast food restaurants, isn't it?" The fennec huffed, lying down and resting his chin on the fine, hard cheeks.
"What's that?"
"You never seem to get what you order."
_There you go! Hope you like it.
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