And Then Tarn Got Raped by a Giant Rat
It all started when Tarn smelled cookies.
With a lupine nose as keen as any of his wild cousin's, Tarn could smell almost anything. He had been napping in the bedroom when the odor first touched his olfactory sense, making him sit straight up. His tongue flicked over his lips as he rolled out of bed, ignoring even the erection that was making his boxer shorts fit rather tight, in favor of finding out where the delicious smell was coming from.
In the kitchen, he found Sean squatting before the oven, his ringed tail swaying side to side. He must have been baking his second batch of cookies, because already on the table was a plate of delicious smelling treats, chocolate chip no less! Licking his lips hungrily, Tarn reached for one, only for a spatula to rap across his knuckles, making him growl. Sean glared at him, before setting the spatula down on the table, and he resumed watching the cookies bake. "Those aren't for you," the raccoon said, stopping Tarn, who was again reaching for one of the treats.
"Then who are they for?" Tarn asked.
"Not for you and that's all you need to know."
Tarn stared at the back of Sean's head for a few moments, before once more reaching for one of the cookies. "They're fresh out of the oven. If you don't eat them now, they're not going to be gooey at all, and the- Owe!"
"Stop grabbing the cookies or I'm going to get the newspaper."
Tarn walked over to his mate, looking down at the petite raccoon, who looked up defiantly. Compared to Tarn, Sean was almost comically miniscule. While Tarn was well over six feet, with a lean, lank build, Sean had the build one would associate with a raccoon: short and light. If he looked forward, he would be staring at Tarn's belly, but instead he was staring up at Tarn's face, eyes slanted and jaw tight. Tarn reached down and picked Sean up by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up effortlessly.
"Put me down!" Sean screamed, though Tarn simply held him at arm's length, reaching for a cookie with his free hand. "You're going to regret this!"
The cookies were small. Perhaps Sean was cooking them for some of his raccoon buddies, because Tarn could pop the cookie into his mouth with ease, and crunch down upon it with his sharp, strong jaw. The cookie tasted quite delicious. Although it was not right out of the oven, it was still warm and the chocolate chips were soft and easily mashed between his teeth. But the cookie was so small there was barely anything to chew, and Tarn casually popped two more into his mouth, chewing and swallowing, before looking to his mate. "Sean, you gotta understand. I'm bigger than you. I'm stronger than you," Tarn said, placing Sean back on the ground. He grinned down at him, but to his surprise, Sean was grinning back.
"You know what I love about you, Big T?" Sean asked. "It's that you are so completely predictable."
Tarn started to feel a bit odd, a bit itchy all over, and looked to Sean for some explanation. But Sean simply smiled up at him, and Tarn realized that the distance that separated them was beginning to close, bit by bit. Tarn growled at Sean, and attempted to grab him, but Sean easily slipped back and out of reach. "Damn it, Sean!"
"Why are you getting mad at me? I told you not to eat the cookies. I told you would regret it." Casually, Sean took a step forward, and this time it was Tarn's turn to take a step back. He was eye level with Sean's pectorals now, then his belly, and soon the curve of Sean's groin. Tarn attempted to hold his boxer shorts up, as they no longer fit around his narrowing hips, but eventually simply let them fall and stepped out of them. Sean continued taking steps, slowly so that he never stepped over (or onto) Tarn, but always looming, his grin wide. He fiddled with his pants every few steps, and from Tarn's gaze, looking far up the towering raccoon, he could see that his jeans were fitting a bit tight because of a bulge that was now occupying the area in the front.
Sean squatted down, and Tarn turned to run. He had managed three steps before Sean's dexterous, leathery fingers wrapped around his body and took a gentle, but firm, hold of him. Tarn struggled, Sean simply squeezed until these struggles stopped, and then brought Tarn up to his face. "You just had to eat three cookies, huh?" he asked. "If you had just eaten one, you would have been about a head shorter than me, but no. Had to be a greedy little glutton."
"Put me down!" Tarn shouted, kicking at Sean's nose. Sean chuckled, and adjusted his hold, now letting Tarn rest in his palm. He pressed Tarn up to his nose, squeezing him slightly, and took a deep breath. Tarn always smelled nice. Sean was actually rather happy that Tarn hadn't showered this morning. His scent was nice and strong, and Sean could press right into his fur and breathe it in, even as Tarn continued to fight and struggle. Sean pressed into the wolf's chest, and then slowly moved down, gently nuzzling until he came to the curve of Tarn's groin. Tarn had never relieved his morning wood, and the miniscule organ was pressed right up against Sean's cool, wet nose. Tarn growled and panted gently, trying to push the massive face away or wiggle free, but Sean's hold was smothering.
"Where's the antidote?" Tarn demanded when Sean's muzzle finally left him. Sean's thumb gently draped over his middle, keeping him from climbing off the hand.
"In the lockbox in my room," Sean said. "I can get it whenever I want, but I'm not sure I want it."
"Sean!"
"Hush," Sean said, and using his index finger, gave Tarn a little flick on the nose, making the wolf whimper and growl. "You think just because you're freakishly gigantic, all us vertically challenged fellas gotta do whatever you say, isn't that right? Our cookies are yours for the taking; our asses are yours for the ravaging. You always get to be the big one, Tarn. It's about time I brought you down to size."
Tarn looked up at the looming face of Sean, his eyes glistening beneath the black fur that made a cute little mask. Sean leaned down, and softly licked over Tarn's chest and face. Tarn wiggled and pushed at the looming tongue, until Sean, perhaps annoyed at the defiance, gently tossed Tarn into the open mouth. Tarn let out a despairing wail as he fell onto the thick, moist tongue of his mate. Lips closed on his legs, and though his legs continued to kick just outside the closed maw, the slimy tongue he was laying on offered no purchase to escape. He pressed and fought against it, wailing loud and long, but the most Sean did was pinch one of his legs by the ankle. Sean didn't want to accidentally gulp Tarn down, but it was nice to suckle and lick over him. His groin just inside the mouth, and occasionally Sean brushed the tip of his tongue over the musky fur.
Pinching the wolf's kicking legs; Sean took his time dragging Tarn out of the mouth. Sean wrapped his tongue around Tarn, to assure Tarn was not cut on the sharp teeth but also to extract as much of the delicious flavor as he could. Tarn's head was last, and Sean gave Tarn's face a soft lick before pulling him out and dangling him in front of his smiling face, upside down. Tarn twisted however much he could, looking around, confirming they were no longer in the kitchen, but rather the bedroom that the two usually shared. Sean was nude before him, save a pair of briefs that were so tight; it seemed possible they might rip apart at any moment. His thin, narrow chest was heaving as he started to breath quickly, and he slowly sat down on the bed, dropping Tarn into his other hand. "Aren't you just so cute..." he muttered, giving Tarn a careful stroke. Tarn snapped and bit at the finger, but only earned a soft chuckle from the giant raccoon.
"Mmm, you like to use your mouth, huh? Here, why don't you put it to good use?" Sean gently tugged at the elastic rim of his briefs. His penis was already tenting his underwear, the black head of his erection pushing out from the covering, and it felt good to ease whatever pressure his cock was under.
"Sean!" Tarn screamed.
"Oh fine. You're quite selfish, you know that? Always making me give first."
Sean shifted his mate in his hand, having him sit in the palm while his back rested on the fingers. Sean's index and ring finger carefully slipped over Tarn's shoulder, as if securing him in a harness. Tarn squirmed slightly, attempting to push away from the black fingers, and although he made some leeway, Sean gave him a tight squeeze to make him stop. Still, he squirmed, until a musky aroma touched his snout. The scent gave him pause, and he sniffed again, noticing that Sean's fingers carried a delightful scent upon them. There was a slight glisten of white cream coating his index finger and thumb, and after a dumb moment, Tarn realized what the scent must be. The scent was heavenly for Tarn's lupine nose. He wiggled still, but more out of reflex, as between his legs had grown a cute, pink erection, throbbing and eager for some source of affection.
Such affection came when Sean's looming muzzle came down. Very gently Sean slipped out his pink tongue, starting all the way down at Tarn's cute little feet, and going all the way up to his face. His tongue was large enough that he caught a taste of his hand, and the delicious pre that was still coating his black fingers. Tarn himself tasted delicious, too. The miniscule organ that grew between Tarn's legs flopped very gently as the tongue brushed over it. Already a dribble of white oozed out of the head, running down the long length. Sean gently gripped his own penis, massaging it while it was still inside the underwear.
As the tongue brushed over him again, Sean tasted something salty, noticing that the sweet taste of wolfy cream that dribbled down the penis. He chuckled, licking him a third time, then a fourth, until Tarn's wiggles and squirms had ceased, replaced by gentle growls and whimpers and soft howls of delight. "There, see? Just because I'm the big one, doesn't mean I'm going to be a jerk. More than I can say about you." Sean carefully rolled onto his knees, and placed Tarn down before him. Sean hooked his fingers into tight briefs, and pulled them wide. He eased them down his thighs slowly, exposing his large, eager black penis, and leaving waves of a musky odor to roll out and smother Tarn in the scent. Tarn's erection grew harder and thicker as he stared at both the breathtaking sight, as well breathed in the warm scent. He took a step back in fear as the enormous erection, no longer held so tight by the fabric's embrace, flopped down to the bed. Sean lowered his upper body, housing Tarn beneath him, as he lowered his groin to the bed. His erection rested along the comforter, a spurt of white cream oozing out and drenching the fabric.
For a long time, Tarn simply stared, and breathed deep. Housed beneath his colossal mate like this, the only scents he could smell were Sean's, both the natural scents of his fur, as well as the musky odor that was pleasantly stifling. Almost all of Sean's fur was tan: his belly fur shifted seamlessly into the pubic fur, although the latter was much thicker and the scent much warmer. Jutting forward from the tan fur was a long rod of black flesh, as thick and fat as Tarn's whole body. The erection was thickest at the head: the swollen glans stretched wide and round, crowning the impressive length of penis. Tarn had always mocked his mate's erection size, but now it lay before him like an idol.
After a moment, Tarn realized he was racing forward as fast as his four feet could carry him. He practically crashed into the large erection, laying over it, before sliding down and resting on his knees before the head of the dribbling black shaft. He looked up and over his shoulder. Sean was resting his chin on his chest, looking down his body and at the little tuft of black that was his mate. How adorable it was, how Tarn hugged and nuzzled the erection, licked it enthusiastically before resting down upon the slightly slicked skin.
Sean chuckled, watching, curious what Tarn might do next, although to be honest, just having him lay on the erection like he was felt quite delightful. Despite his small size, Tarn was still quite warm and his moist fur made a delightful tickle over the taught skin of his shaft. And the way he nibbled and bit and licked, the way his claws dug into the skin and poked little holes...
Sean jerked forward suddenly, hissing and growling as something poked at the slit of his penis. He wiggled and whined softly, before looking down over his belly, to see Tarn's little black body kneeling before the cock. Tarn carefully eased his claws into the erection's head, getting a good grip, before he slowly pushed his hips forward, aligning his miniscule erection up with the dribbling slit of the enormous black cock. Quickly, he thrust himself forward, driving his penis inside his mate's, and causing both to feel a sense of bliss like they had never known.
Sean was barely able to hold himself up as his tiny mate began to furiously hump and grind himself, shoving his tiny penis into the huge slit. It had a corking effect for Sean. The penis, shoved so deep into his shaft, actually stopped the steady stream of pre from leaking out. When Tarn finally pulled away, a warm splash of white sprayed out and covered the wolf's belly and crotch. Tarn shoved himself forward again, growling and snarling louder. Sliding his erection into the warm, wet cavern felt better than anything he had ever imagined. He drove himself deep, brushing his pubic fur against the warm glans, as they quivered. And the sweet smelling cream that splashed onto his groin felt so wonderful, he reached down and brushed it over his chest.
He suddenly felt Sean's little hand on his back, and Sean squeeze him up against the impressive girth, holding him firm to the throbbing length. More and more pre leaked out of the enormous shaft, washing over Tarn, who only humped more eagerly, driving his shaft in and out, until he felt his body tense. Hugging the erection tightly, and holding his erection inside, "corking" the enormous slit, he felt a release pump out of him.
Sean hissed, the climax he felt building inside him suddenly forced to stop. He stared down at his little helper, hissing under his breath as Tarn continued to hump and grind his little erection, forcing Sean's aching climax to build more and more. He could fell it, his seed churning inside his testicles and running along his great shaft, but was only able to release with miniscule dribbles, at least until the pressure grew too great, and with a sudden eruption, a great load shot forth.
Tarn was actually tossed over the bed when the heavy climax shot out of the shaft. The warm, wet cream punched his chest and sent him flying rather comically over the comforter. It rested on his whole body, smothering him and weighing him down, so the most he could do was feebly squirm like a drowning man. Sean jerked forward, another splash shooting out of his penis and wetting the bed sheets. Thankfully, this load did not hit Tarn, who might have drown or smothered if another splash of cream hit him. He turned his head to the side, watching with awe as his mate continued to rub himself, splash after mammoth splash shooting over the bed in heavy ropes. Tarn didn't even have to rub himself to coax out his own climax out. The sight of his mate, the scents that washed over him and filled the room, he tilted his head back and humped into the heavy liquid that soaked him, feeling his seed wash out of him in several spurts.
He groaned as he felt little hands take hold of him, and looked up to see Sean's smiling face. The raccoon was panting softly, still rubbing himself with his free hand, as he looked over the shrunken wolf. Tarn managed to sit up, though the heavy cream remained on his chest, keeping him from moving. Soon enough, he had come to lie back on his back. He groaned gently as Sean's came to hold him. Perhaps Tarn was still releasing his load, because shifting and moving, however little, caused his entire body to shiver. He whined and groaned as Sean's delicate fingers brushed over his front, wiping away the largest blob of cream and wiping it on the soiled comforter. Then, he stroked over Tarn's chest with his wonderful smelling finger, making the wolf whine and pant softly.
Sean walked into the bathroom, and turned the water in the sink on a low, warm setting. Warning Tarn to close his eyes, he moved his hand under the gentle stream of warm, washing some of the warm, sticky cream off the wolf's coat before it dried and became impossible to remove. He used a careful finger to scrub some of the fur, and allowed him to rinse once more, until at last placing him down. In true dog fashion, Tarn lowered to all fours and shook furiously, splashing little drops of water everywhere, before looking back up at Sean.
"The antidote?" Tarn asked.
"I would love to give it to you, Little T, I really would. But I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." Tarn yelped as the black hand of the raccoon came down and scooped him up easily. Tarn wiggled, but it was token resistance, as he was carried back into the bedroom. Tarn's tail was actually wagging in anticipation for what game they might have next, but to his surprise, instead of the bed, he was brought to a shelf on the far wall. The only thing on the shelf was a large fish tank. Housed inside were woodchips, an inverted water bottle, and a small blue dish that had several squares of food, and of course the cage's only occupant: Sean's pet rat, Simon. Simon was a large rat, measuring almost ten inches in length, not counting his long, wormy tail. His upper body was pure white, while his lower body was grey; giving the illusion that he was wearing a tiny pair of pants. His eyes were blue, and fixated on Sean as he came closer, hoping that his master may show him some affection. When the latch of the cage opened, Simon watched closely, but instead of reaching inside and picking him up, Sean's hand came down, and dropped a small black wolf inside the cage.
"Now you wait in here, little Tarn. Maybe tomorrow, you'll have learned your lesson."
Tarn rushed to the plastic walls of the cage and stared at Sean. Sean disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, probably washing himself off, before coming back out. Without even sparing the cage a glance, he pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and pants, threw on a shirt, and walked out the door, probably off to work. Tarn growled, slamming his fist against the plastic, but sighed and turned around, only to come face to face with Simon. To be eye level, Simon had squatted and bent forward quite a bit. His little tan nose was twitching and sniffing at Tarn, who felt oddly uncomfortable. "Could you give me some space," Tarn muttered, trying to push the large rat away, but Simon barely moved. "You know you're Sean's pet," Tarn muttered. "I would have fed you to a cat if he didn't like you so much. Fucking dumb rat, what are you staring at?!"
Simon lowered his head, and softly sniffed at Tarn's chest. Despite the brief shower, the scent of sex was still deep in his fur, and the rat took great pleasure in nuzzling at it, sniffing, licking sometimes and tasting the remnants of cream. Tarn kept trying to push the large rat away, which annoyed the Simon, and he finally decided to give Tarn a brief swat across the face. Simon was almost twice Tarn's size, and his strength was enough to send Tarn sliding over the woodchip ground.
Head spinning, Tarn pushed himself up, but suddenly felt the full girth of the rat upon his back. Tarn wiggled and squirmed, howling and snapping, but Simon simply leaned his weight down harder, smothering Tarn beneath his superior girth. He continued to fight, but at least Simon was sure this tiny creature would not be able to escape. And, without worry, he was able to take in the scent that coated this new creature's coat. Such a strange smell, but one that Simon found quite pleasant, his little brown nose twitching with each whiff. And the way this little creature squirmed and fought, it gave Simon the idea of what to do. Simon was an older rat, who had dealt with eager youths before, youths who did not properly respect him. Clearly, this new, strange creature needed to be shown who was in charge. It smelled odd, and it looked odd, but Simon was certain that it just needed to be shown.
Tarn pushed himself up with all his strength, actually managing to lift slightly off the ground. Simon had reared up to better position himself, but just as quickly lowered himself back down, smothering the poor wolf. The woodchips were digging into Tarn's chest rather painfully, and he continued to fight and squirm, even as he felt the rat's dainty hands take him around the shoulders. Simons' rear feet spread apart, causing Tarn's leg to spread wide. Simon lay down gently, stroking and rubbing his new toy, curious about why it continued to resist him. Perhaps, had Tarn gone still, Simon would have let him up. But now, there was no doubt in Simon's mind of what he had to do. He lifted his hips gently and scooted back, positioning himself just right...
Tarn lay underneath the giant rat, groaning and panting but finally stopped resisting; assuming Simon may get bored of him and leave him alone. He wasn't sure what the poking at one of his buttocks could be, and wiggled slightly. Simon hissed, and shifted, the poking now slipping between Tarn's buttocks, and something warm rested within his crack. Tarn shivered, and suddenly froze rock solid.
Simon carefully eased his erection forward, pressing it right against Tarn's tight anus. Tarn started squirming and kicking anew, prompting Simon to lean down harder, almost crushing the lupine right there. When the wolf stopped, Simon eased himself up and pushed his hips forward once more, driving his erection between the two fuzzy buttocks and slamming his shaft right against the tight pucker. Aside from the difference in size, how much bigger Simon was to Tarn, Tarn had never been taken in this hole before. He was tight as any virgin, and every muscle in his body clenched all at once, refusing the rat passage. Still, Simon was determined to show this other who was boss, and leaned back, only to ram himself once more against Tarn's clenched vent. A spurt of pre oozed out of the rat's erection and dribbled down the crack. "S-sean..." Tarn called out. "Sean!"
Simon eased his hips back, and then thrust them forward, ramming his aching erection up against the puckered hole once more. As a rat, his testicles were quite massive compared to his body, and it felt pleasant, the way they dragged over the woodchips, and then how they slammed against Tarn's furry buttocks. But Simon was frustrated that his erection wouldn't fit. The pressure on his testicles was pleasant, but he had a desire inside him, and he was growing frustrated that his penis would not fit. A pair of delicate hands found their way to Tarn's shoulders and kept him from moving even an inch in the way he wanted. Once more, the rat erection slammed against the lupine anus, and at last, just the tip managed to slip inside the tight sphincter. Tarn went stock still, unable to move, barely able to breath, only a low whimper escaping his throat.
That was what Simon desired: this new male's submission, and he thought of letting the strange smelling rat go. He even pulled his erection back, out of the tight anus and resting it between the two buttocks before he thought better of it. He needed to make his dominance absolutely clear so the new male would not try to usurp him. And, besides, it felt absolutely delightful. Oh, it had been too long since Simon had a partner for his games, his tongue and tiny hands simply were not enough to alleviate the urge to mate.
Simon shifted, and rammed himself forward again, once more driving his shaft against the pucker. Again, the anus yielded, and the tip of the erection slid inside. Simon and Tarn both hissed, though for different reasons. For Tarn, it was awful shame and pain that surged through him. For Simon, it was in the indescribable bliss and joy he felt as the tight anal muscles clamped upon his sensitive head. Oh, it had been far too long, too long.
Instead of rolling his hips back and forth, in and out of the tight cavern, Simon simply humped, and drove himself inside. This caused pain for Tarn, who was left to bury his face in the woodchips and clench his jaw tight. Hump after vicious hump, he felt his bones pushed aside and the skin of his anus stretched far wider than he thought they could. Perhaps on a few lonely nights, a finger had strayed between his cheeks, but it felt like a fist was ramming against him. He reached forward and clawed at the woodchips, trying to get a grip to pull himself away, but the woodchips simply yielded under his gropes. And soon enough, another furious hump had forced submission. He simply lay there, taking all that Simon was forcing into him. The penis shoved and the testicles slammed again and again, causing an ugly bruise on his buttocks. Tarn whimpered and groaned, feeling slam after slam, but truly dreading the rat's quickly approaching climax.
Indeed, nothing could prepare Tarn for the ripples of pain that Simon's ejaculation caused inside him. Simon tensed and humped deeper, actually hilting inside his smaller mate. He quickly released a spurt of white. Tarn was almost pushed over the ground at the force of the release, but Simon kept a tight grip upon him. Another spurt soon followed, Tarn howling this time as it exploded into his rectum, like someone had shoved a firehouse beneath his tail. Spurt after spurt, ropes of cream shot out of the penis and into his anus. Each time, he howled and snapped, as Simon's swollen testicles gradually emptied of the long held seed.
It felt like it lasted an eternity, but at last Simon ripped his penis out of the tight cavern and left Tarn to lay there. Warm seed dribbled out of his loosened hole, and Tarn was vaguely aware that there was wetness on his belly. It disgusted him, the thought that on some level, he had actually enjoyed that, but he passed it off as a bodily reaction to stimulation. He shivered and groaned, especially as Simon once more waddled over to him. Simon lay down on his side, but reached his little hands forward and wrapped them around the shrunken wolf. Tarn was going to resist, but frightened what other form of discipline the rat might have in store, he resigned himself to his fate and lay there. Simon held him tight, squeezing him and occasionally nuzzling, perhaps trying to clean him in true rat fashion. Tarn simply closed his eyes and tried to sleep, and prayed that Sean would come back before Simon decided to get frisky again.