Role Reversal
"Come on, babe, just the tip."
"Garrr..."
"Just the tip, you've taken it before..."
"Fuck, have you gotten bigger since yesterday?"
"Just the tip... come on. I want to fuck that cute little ass of yours."
Tarn was big. At 6'5", with a muscle laden body, he appeared big almost all settings, but especially when laying next to his five foot tall raccoon mate. If you got to know Tarn, you'd learn that big also applied to the truly grand erection that jutted forward from his obsidian pubic fur, reaching a length of almost a foot when fully engorged. Tarn was a nice guy, though: forward, friendly, funny. He was, however, very, very horny almost all the time, his foot sized girth always hard, always eagerly jutting from his pubic bone as if it desired to grow large enough to escape his body.
Every morning was the same for the two lovers. Tarn woke up with morning wood, his aching shaft full between his legs and eager for a warm cavern to shove inside of. Sean the raccoon woke soon after, generally when he felt a little pushing under his tail. He always woke with Tarn's thick, powerful arms wrapped around him, the wolf refusing to let him go unless he eased his desires.
"Just the tip."
"Ah... fuck. Just the tip becomes the whole goddamn shaft with you! I can't fucking take it."
Tarn sighed, and pulled his hips back slightly. Wiggling his hips, adjusting himself, he rested his erection parallel to the buttocks, the bottom of the warm shaft resting against the cleft of the two cheeks. "We haven't done anything in three days."
"You're fine shooting your load into a sock," Sean said, wiggling in the arms, but they stayed strong in his grip.
"It's not just about the release," Tarn muttered. "I like to be with you." He wiggled his hips, nuzzling the penis between the two tight cheeks. "I like fucking you, delving deep into your cute little hole. Come on babe, just the tip."
Sean gritted his teeth, feeling Tarn shift and then press his massive glans up against the tightly puckered hole. Sean bucked forward, and then came to rest. "Work is in half an hour, Tarn. Gotta get ready. I have tomorrow off, so we can do something then."
Tarn sighed, ears bending, and once more he pulled his hips back. He did not release his hold on the raccoon though. "Turn around," he whispered.
Sean first looked over his shoulder, just catching glimpse of Tarn's face, and then scooted around carefully, so he was chest to chest with the absolutely massive wolf. Tarn opened his arms enough that he could move, but there was never a moment where Sean could slip out and just be done with it, not that he minded being so close. He wiggled uncomfortably with the heavy, warm shaft underneath him now. At last, he managed to press right into the chest, and allow the shaft to jut forward between his legs. Sean's miniscule erection was pressed up against Tarn's warm belly. Given their difference in size, he had to crane his neck up to look into Tarn's eyes. Tarn gently stroked down his back, and dipped his head, licking gently over Sean's face. "I love you," the wolf said, and gave Sean a tight hug, pressing him right into the warm chest. Sean wiggled and gasped, before being released and stroking Tarn's face. "I love you too, big guy. Maybe tomorrow we can do something."
As Sean scooted back, he carefully slipped out of the bed and headed into the bathroom to wash up for the day. Tarn rolled onto his back and relaxed a moment, before reaching for the discarded sock that lay on the floor from the prior night. Carefully slipping the sock over his engorged shaft, he began to gently stroke himself, giving a passive, bored sigh as he started to masturbate.
Work was hard for Tarn. Retail was long and boring normally, but he felt especially jittery today. He bit back snaps and growls when customers came to him with stupid questions. During his lunch and every break he could spare, he went into the bathroom and masturbated, releasing a pent up load into the toilet, but never did he alleviate the craving that was deep inside him. He thought about Sean when he was in the bathroom each time, dreamed about the tight cavern that he so rarely got to shove himself in to. He squeezed his erection tight with his big hand, using his index finger and thumb to grasp the base and cause the build of seed to stir in his testicles. When he finally released, spurts of white cream shot forward, splashing onto the toilet, sometimes splashing onto the walls behind. For precious moments, it felt glorious. He felt relief sweep over him, and he had to bite back his howl, lest everyone in the store hear him. After delicious moments to reveal in the climax, he cleaned himself up and went back to work, but could never alleviate the frustration and lust that was boiling inside him.
He was happy when he finally got home that night, and to his delight Sean, was waiting. Tarn had brought home fast food from Carl's Jr., and they ate together on the couch in their usual way: Tarn sat in his arm chair which was large enough for his dimension, Sean lay sprawled on the couch beside the arm chair. They ate, and after dinner they had some wine that Sean hoped might loosen himself up, and then retired to bed.
Snuggling followed. Soft nuzzles and licks, as Tarn treated Sean like the smallest of pups. He sat up in bed and held him up, nuzzling and gently licking over his face, making the raccoon laugh and try to push the huge tongue away. Sean returned such affection, holding Tarn's head and softly nuzzling and licking over his nose and cheeks. He stood on Tarn's legs, and licked over his crown and nibbled his ears. Tarn took the chance to nuzzle over Sean's belly.
Holding Sean under the arms, Tarn lifted him away and held him in front of him, before setting him down. Scooting over the bed, he rested down fully, his shaft jutting straight to the sky. His erection was truly a grand sight: a foot long pillar of pulsating flesh, purple and dark blue veins running through it, carrying precious blood up and down the length to keep it full and hard. A musky aroma wafted from his swollen testicles and aching penis, a dribble of cute white cream oozed out from between the slit and ran down the engorged glans. Sean dipped his head and softly licked over the shaft, tasting the salty milk, before looking to Tarn.
"Come here," the wolf growled.
On all fours, Sean crawled forward slowly, and then came to rest over Tarn's powerful chest. He whimpered softly as he felt Tarn's arms wrap around him, and his hands take firm hold of his buttocks. He began to tug and pull at Sean, dragging him over the chest and then pressing the quivering pucker right up against his engorged glans.
Sean whimpered and growled, digging his claws into Tarn's furry pectorals. Tarn simply stared at him, focusing. Slowly, he pulled Sean down, trying to put his anus over the shaft. He was annoyed that the raccoon's tight pucker refused to yield and let him in, and voiced it with several growls and snaps of the jaws. A heavy hand came down onto Sean's back, pressing him into the muscular chest and keeping him still, and Tarn began to hump softly. He bounced his hips forward and back, ramming his erection against the tight pucker, making Sean growl and snap his jaws.
"Fuck, I can't take it!" Sean suddenly snapped. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Tarn growled at him, glared at him, but sighed and eased his hips back down to rest on the bed. He kept his arms wrapped around Sean, though, not letting him move. "Why can't you just loosen up?" Tarn asked, slightly annoyed.
"Because you're too fucking big!" Sean snarled. He whimpered then, and rested his head down on solid the pectoral, closing his eyes and listening to Tarn's strong heart. "I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm just sorry."
"It's not easy, you know," Tarn muttered. "I know it sounds like an excuse, but I have a massive sex drive. It's like a hunger that I can't sate."
"You think it's easy for me?" Sean growled, pushing himself off the chest and staring into the wolf's eyes. "I want to be able to be with you, Tarn, but it's like a two liter bottle shoved up my ass. And when you cum... it's like a shaken up 2 liter bottle up my ass!"
Tarn allowed a slight chuckle to escape him. Eventually, Sean cracked a smile too, and set his head down. He backed up slightly, wiggling, feeling the heavy erection between his cheeks, but didn't dare try to put his rim over it.
"I just wish you could know what its like," Tarn said. "To have this hunger inside you that you can't ever sate. I have to paw six times a day just to function."
"It's not easy for me, either. Tarn, I want to be there for you. I really do. I love you. But I just can't. It's not like I chose to be fucking tight."
Tarn sighed, and reached a long arm down. Grabbing the bed sheets, he pulled them up and over himself and the raccoon, keeping them both safe under the warmth of the covers. He yawned gently, the wine starting to take its effect. His erection was still warm and aching, and he wanted to release, but he would need Sean to climb off him first, and he didn't want that. He brought his other arm around Sean, hugging him, nuzzling him, kissing his crown and making him chuckle. "Sleep well tonight, Sean," Tarn whispered. "Because I promise you one thing; tomorrow, this doggy cock is going to fuck a cute little raccoon ass, no matter what anyone says."
Sean sighed, and set his head down, listening to the rhythmic pound of Tarn's heartbeat. He could feel the warmth between his legs, the girth of Tarn's canine pride, and now that it wasn't shoving itself inside him, it actually felt somewhat good. Like sitting on a heat pad. It was pleasant on his scrotum and his little erection, which began to peek out of his sheath, embraced between the two warm bodies.
For the first time since he met Tarn, Sean wasn't woken up by an eager poking under his tail, and the assurance that it was "just the tip." Sean instead woke to a bubbling in his groin, as if he really had to pee. He didn't quite feel like getting up just yet though. Just relaxing for a morning without Tarn's insistence, it was nice just to relax and keep his eyes closed, before at last he yawned and sat up.
There was a muffled whimper, followed by a weight plopping down into his lap. Sean opened his eyes weakly, blinking once or twice as his eyes adjusted to the dimly light bedroom, and noticed a small raccoon was sitting in his lap, looking up at him.
"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded.
The raccoon, in a sudden panic, fell backwards onto the bed, and began to crawl away in a desperate hope to escape. Sean reached forward for the raccoon, went as far as wrapping his paws around the smaller animal before he noticed that his once brown fur had changed to jet black, his once thin arm had changed to something thick and strong. He pulled his paw back and stared at it, stared at his broad, muscular middle and, jutting forward between his muscular thighs, was a foot long erection. Red and pink, a drop of white cream ran down the long length, eventually running down to the swollen testicles.
Sean looked to the raccoon, recognizing him after a moment as the same raccoon that stared at him in the mirror each morning when he brushed his teeth. Sean looked to the mirror across the room, recognizing the black wolf that stared back, especially by the white spot that was marked over his right eye. Sean looked back to the raccoon, who had reached the edge of the bed and couldn't fathom how to climb down off of it. "Tarn?" Sean finally asked. "Tarn, it's me, Sean."
The raccoon gave a sigh of relief, and looked to the tall, black wolf, who was taking up so much of the bed. The raccoon stared a moment, but then rolling to his hands and knees, crawled forward slowly. "Sean?" he asked. "What the fuck happened?"
Sean reached his paws forward, taking hold of Tarn around the middle, and pulled him close. Tarn didn't resist or struggle as he was taken, and soon found himself in a comfortable hug, Sean's new, thick arms wrapped around him. "I guess our wish came true."
"That wasn't a wish, it was horny banter!" Sean rolled his eyes, and stroked down the raccoon's back. Tarn sighed, and leaned closer, hugging up to the wolf's chest. "Sorry," he said. "It's just... I'm used to being big. I'm used to being a giant. It... it feels..."
"I'll keep you safe, little Tarn. Besides, this is all probably just a dream, anyway."
Tarn lifted his little muzzle, and licked Sean under the chin. "It tastes real. It smells real."
"You wanna see if it feels real?"
Tarn looked up to Sean, who was grinning ear to ear.
"You always go on about how you have such a high sex drive. I think I got that when I took over your body." A big hand reached down, and began to idly rub the grand cock that was jutting forward from his musky pubic fur. "I'm really horny, and if I recall, you did make a promise about a wolfen cock and a raccoon ass last night. Now, let's get started."
Tarn felt himself lifted up. Given his normal height, well over six feet, it wasn't common that anyone would pick him up, or that he would let them. Now, no matter how much he wiggled and squirmed, he could not break free of the grip. His little raccoon arms were too small and weak to pry the massive hands from around his midriff, although he tried hard. He was held high as Sean sat up, kicked the bed sheets away and set the raccoon down carefully between his thick legs. Tarn's eyes were drawn to the massive wolf cock before him. It was a surreal experience, seeing himself laying in front of him, seeing his own massive erection jutting forward. The smell of muskiness was overwhelming. Somehow, he couldn't really smell his own scent, but now with a new nose, it was intoxicating for him.
"Tell you what, little fella," Sean said, smiling dreamily. "If you're really good, I won't fuck you. But you better be really good." He stretched his legs out a bit more, and closed them slightly, just making it a little bit more cramped for the little raccoon. His lips curled into another grin, as he set his head back and closed his eyes. "Worship me."
Tarn swallowed, staring at the engorged erection, his erection! Well... sort of. It may have been a bit vain, but he thought he, or at least his body, looked exceptional. And the musky smell that radiated from the genitals, thick and warm and rich. He braced himself on the wolf's thighs, and leaned himself forward very slowly. The closer he drew, the warmer and richer the musky aroma, and he almost passed out by the time his long nose was right against the fuzzy testicles. He lifted his head, nuzzling the foot long pillar of flesh, until he came to the glans. His head now looming over the shaft, he softly licked at the flat of the head, tongue conforming to the ridges and bulges.
Sean growled and grunted, wiggling before going still and allowing Tarn to continue giving him nuzzles and soft licks. Nibbles with tiny raccoon teeth followed, his front canines dancing over the glans. Whenever a dribble of salty milk bubbled out of the slit, it was whisked away by the raccoon's tiny tongue.
"Mmm... more..."
Tarn shifted, propping his elbows on the bed and using his hands to grip the erection by the base. He continued to lick and nuzzle and nibble over the pinkish flesh. The musky smells and cream that rolled down the long length were intoxicating for Tarn, his raccoon erection now poking out from between his legs. But while Tarn could spend hours nuzzling and licking, playing with the engorged shaft, Sean only felt his lust growing. The kisses and licks did nothing to sate him, they only made him hornier, more desperate. Dribbles of cream were rolling down his long shaft, while an aching climax was building inside him.
When Tarn lifted his head, and tried putting his mouth over the shaft, Sean placed his paw on the back of the raccoon's head. He applied a small amount of pressure, just a slight incentive to keep going, as Tarn stretched his jaw wide and used his tongue to lick the delicious cream that was steadily oozing out. "More... More..."
Tarn opened his mouth and swallowed as much of the head as he could, which actually wasn't all that much. The wolfen erection was just so damn big, and his rather small raccoon maw could barely get around the engorged glans, let alone take in any of the pillar. He tried to compensate, using his little teeth to nibble and stimulate the glans, but the pressure on the back of his head was increasing, forcing him to take more and more of the endless length. His jaw began to ache, and he felt the head sliding farther and farther into his mouth, as Sean began to hump and grind, using both hands to keep Tarn from lifting his head away.
Tarn began to struggle and fight, smacking at the hands that held him. Sean smiled at that, enjoying the struggle just a bit, and to be cruel he kept pressing for a few more precious moments. At last, he eased Tarn's head back, but a finger under his jaw kept the teeth grinding deliciously against his swollen glans.
When finally free, Tarn gasped and groaned, falling back onto the bed. His jaw was hanging loose and open, and flecks of drool oozed down his lips. And yet he barely had a chance to yelp before thick hands had taken hold of him, and yanked him into a tight hug. "Oh, quit your struggling. That's hardly any worse than what you've done to me. Just relax."
A soft paw stroked down Tarn's back, and he did indeed start to relax. Occasionally the finger stroked a bit lower, curved under his buttock and touched the puckered hole. But before anything more happened, the finger traced back up. "This is a lot of fun," Sean said. "I see why you like being the big one. It's a blast." Sean gently placed Tarn on his back,while lifting off the bed slowly. He got to his feet, and turned, looming over the little raccoon, before licking his lips, and lowering down to his knees. Tarn was terrified what might happen next, even more so when a pair of massive hands came down upon his legs to keep him from crawling away. Sean simply smiled. "You gave me one shitty blowjob. Here, let me show you how it's done."
Sean opened his maw wide, rolling his massive tongue out of his mouth. He leaned down, blowing his warm breath over the cute, black erection that poked out of the raccoon's pubic fur. The steaming breath tingled over his hot flesh, leaving moisture on his shaft that made it prickle in the cool air of the room. Tarn was just sitting up, when the mouth that was opened so wide suddenly closed on his lower body. The wolf's entire jaw closed on his groin, his erection completely swallowed up, his rump even getting a bath as the tongue slowly slipped out of the maw and ran underneath him. He wiggled and squirmed, and in doing so exposed more of his cheeks, the tongue now expertly maneuvering between his buttocks to get at his quivering pucker. And all the pleasure that was on his aching shaft: the mouth that held him was so warm and inviting. The teeth penetrated into his fur slightly, rooting him to the spot even though he tried to wiggle and squirm away. The hand still held him however, so even when the mouth opened and released him, he couldn't move even an inch. Sean tilted his head back, taking a breath of fresh air, and then dipped his head once more. This time, his lips fixed over the small shaft.
Tarn shot up like a rocket the moment Sean started to suck. The powerful lungs of the wolf's body sucked down a deep breath, it felt like a powerful vacuum was on Tarn's little shaft. His nails dug into the bed sheets and he began to screech and whimper, hissing loudly as the mouth continued to suck on his shaft. He tilted his head back, whimpering, and suddenly humped into the air, feeling a little spurt of cream shoot out of him. The spurt was quickly sucked up by the wolf's powerful maw. In fact it felt like his entire essence was being dragged out of him all at once. He hissed and snarled, wiggling and thrusting into the jaws, as spurt after spurt was sucked down by the all encompassing mouth.
Only after he was sucked dry did the lips pull off, and plant a soft kiss on his erection's head. Tarn lay there, whimpering and shaking, as Sean lifted his head and gulped down the last remnants of the seed. The raccoon looked rather cute, laying there, tiny chest heaving. He reached for the raccoon, and tenderly picked him up, before rolling him onto his belly. Tarn rested, hoping that their games might have ended, until he felt a delicate finger wrap around his tail. He felt himself lifted slightly off the ground, and then a soft touch of a cold nose between his cheeks. He shivered tenderly, and let out a choked whine when he felt a lick run up his crack, wetting his cheeks and tickling his puckered hole. Another lick followed, and another, and then he was gently set down. Tarn looked over his shoulder at his mate, wondering what to expect, and watched as the wolf took hold of his meaty shaft with one hand. The other hand came to rest on the raccoon's back, pinning him to the bed and making the springs whine from how hard he was pressed into them. He started to fight and claw, but could do nothing as the heavy shaft was guided forward, between his cheeks and up against his lubricated pucker.
Tarn skidded forward from the weight of the first hump. Sean took the opportunity to climb onto the bed, and holding the raccoon down with one hand, drove his erection forward suddenly. This time, the heavy glans pressed through the tight seal of raccoon anus. Tarn went rigid and straight, gasping and groaning as the heavy erection settled inside his tight pucker, stretching his seal wide apart. He buried his head forward in the mattress, groaning, whimpering, and wondering if this is what he had put Sean through every couple days. He didn't know why Sean always complained...because it felt so fucking good!
With a soft sigh, he looked over his shoulders, smiling slightly, drooling. "Come on, I know I've ridden you harder than that."
Both hands were suddenly pressed down upon his back, keeping his shoulders pinned, as Sean tilted his hips forward. Letting his weight settle behind him, he suddenly thrust with all his might, ramming the wolf shaft far farther than it ever had gone inside the raccoon before. He hilted in fact, in one great fuck that made Tarn see stars. His vision turned to white, and far off he heard a drum thumping. When his vision returned, the wolf was over him, ramming and humping furious, as a heavy tide building towards its release.
Through the veil of arousal, Sean was frightened he might hurt his mate. When he was in his raccoon body, he had never been fucked this deep, and he knew how heavy this wolf body could unload, and was afraid he might tear apart his mate's belly. He tried tugging Tarn off his erection, but the heavy knot had slipped into him, and refused to yield no matter how much he pulled. And after the anal walls of the little raccoon clenched hard, he could no longer think of fear, and instead simply humped and grinded, slamming himself deeper, until he tilted his head back and howled along with the heavy release of his cum.
Tarn hissed and clawed at the bed sheets, tearing large gashes and holes as he ripped into them. He felt an explosion of seed rip through his bowels, filling him with gooey warmth, and then went still, only for another splash to surge through him, washing his bowels with sticky white. A gush of cream washed out of the tight crevice of his anus, dribbling onto his buttocks and thighs, and washing over the bed beneath them.
Their bodies locked in a crude display: the wolf behind thrusting forward, the raccoon tensing and shaking as a spurt of cream shot into him, spilling out of his anus from how much there was. The wiggling slowed, and the bodies fell to the ground. The knot, still inflated, kept the raccoon from crawling away, though he did not want to. He had taken the worse that his lust could offer. He had taken all of the wolf's great shaft and lived, and felt the warm afterglow spread through him, mixing with a sense of satisfaction. He lay there, eyes closed, relaxing, as the wolf began to hump gently, trying to pull out whatever more bliss he could. But eventually his fatigued body fell, and laying beside the raccoon, he carefully gathered him up. When his knot had gone down, he slowly, gently, pulled his erection out of the tight hole, all the cream that had been trapped in the warm anus spilling onto the bed sheets suddenly.
Tarn groaned as he lay there, exhausted and sore, buttocks wet, but smiling despite it. He looked up at the towering black wolf. The wolf's erection was growing full and fat, all ready for more. Tarn softly wiggled to get comfortable, in such a position that his poor, aching anus wouldn't bother him. "That wasn't so bad," he said with a slight smile, settling on his side. "I don't see why you're always bitching about how big I am."
Sean gripped his enormous shaft with one hand, and began to idly stroke it. "Oh, we're just getting started."