Solarian Description

Stats

Height: 215 cm / 7' 1"

Weight: 81 kg / 180lbs

Species: Tiger-Wolf Hybrid

Age: 26

Colour: Tiger Orange / Cream

Flesh: Black

Phallus type: 2nd Generation Mobile Weapon Platform

Cock length: 106 cm / 42"

Cock diameter: 35 cm / 14"

Knot diameter: 45 cm / 18"

Anal cavity: 16,421 cubic centimeters / 6465 cubic inches

Sexuality: Pansexual

Preferred Role: Sub

First Glance

He catches your eye from the corner of the room. His body hunched over as he leans against the wall, hands in his pockets. The young man is tall, in fact he is towering over anyone else in the room. This explains the back compromising position as he looks back over at you. After his size you notice the unusual features of his furry face and bare arms. He is definitely a big cat of some sort, but there is something more judging by that nose and slightly more elongated snout, some sort of canine perhaps? It takes a moment more of observation before you add two plus two, namely wolf and tiger. Probably a little more tiger than wolf considering his dominant stripes, whiskered face, and an overall more dynamic and agile body type than raw power like a canid.

In any case he has noticed you now and beckons you over. You approach gingerly, eyes glancing over his arms that hang down from his shoulders, a black green shirt clinging to his chest a little too tightly. He looks fit, toned in fact but nothing too bulky. A swimmer's build, or something equally as athletic. He grins as you get near and notices your eyes going over his stripy furred arms and chest to travel down to the front of what looks like custom tailored denim jeans. There is definitely something down there between his legs, something unmistakably male and imposingly oversized. You start imagining the proportions unclothed but are incapable of imagining someone capable of fitting such a monster inside of them. You have to be reminded to draw your eyes back up to look the young man in his eyes.

He smiles back at you, apparently please with the attention that you are giving him.

"The name's Solarian." He introduces himself to you and moves stands of blond hair to the side uncovering his piercing purple eyes. "So, do you go to the gym?"

Working Out

There he is. Solarian, the wolf-tiger, is seated on one of the workout machines. The black faux leather is warm to his rump as he leans up. You watch him from a distance as the tall athletic man takes both grips of the rowing machine. It is actually quite something to see how his abs bunch up and press against that obvious burden in the front of his exercise shorts. Being that he has not yet noticed your presence, you decide to get a little closer and watch him workout.

Solarian's orange and cream furred body is not particularly thickset, yet his muscles are very visible rippling underneath all that fuzz as he flexes and grunts against the machine. It must take a lot of work to maintain that balance of sleek and muscle and his dedication is clearly visible. Those violet purple eyes are set dead ahead as he grunts and pulls the weights back before letting them gently go down. After nearly ten minutes of this exercise he stops and takes a breather. You watch with eager attention as Solarian grips the end of his workout t-shirt and pulls it up over his head and pointy ears. Blonde hair gets everywhere and he has to start reorganizing his mane after throwing the sweaty rag away.

Now bare chested the tiger-wolf resumes his workout. Tiger like tail flicking behind him as he leans forward and pulls the tether again. The stamina is incredible, the rest of the gym fades into being background noise whilst you stare at the beautiful furred man working his ass off. But of course the moment soon comes to an end as he suddenly catches you in his peripheral vision. You failed to hide yourself very well. He lets the tether go and the weights go back to rest with a loud clank. He now swings his left leg over and gets up on the right side of the rowing machine, facing towards you. He starts to stretch his back arching around the opposite way from his hunched over position. Doing so he also pushes his pelvis out, and he checks your reaction even as you check out his huge fucking package. It looks like he is stashing a well fed anaconda and a pair of watermelons down there.

"Why don't we go to the locker room. I want to show you something." He tells you whilst he slowly hooking his left arm around you. You can smell the rising musky scent coming off of his sweaty fur. "Don't worry, I've got a key for privacy."

Cocked

The shorts come down with no fanfare, no applause, but your jaw is dropping even before you realize it. That thing hanging off from between the hybrid's legs is like something from out of a cheesy B-movie. Tall, fat and furry, but most of all it looks like it might be a prosthetic on some cheesy B-movie. He watches you carefully and smiles with a blush on his whiskered face. Solarian tells you that he does not really show himself off like this normally, but he has a good feeling about you. You reach out. It is real. Every cubic inch of it. Your run your fingers over it from top to base, feeling the short fur of his gigantic sheath slide as silky smooth hairs.

Your heart quickens as it jumps in your hand. He makes a whining noise and you look up at the tall male's comprising expression. How can such a beast be so self-conscious and yet so forthright? He is a paradox, and that enigma is inviting you to feel him with your other hand too. You do so gingerly, running the second over his humongous ball sack. They are heavy, yet soft to the touch. As you touch them they swing ever so gently between his thighs, like coconuts shifting gently in the breeze, about ready to drop and ruin somebody's day. Yet your exhilaration is nothing compared to Solarian's enjoyment in this act of voyeurism and obvious regard for his body.

"You might want to stand back." He warns as he starts to run both of his paws down his pecs before they drop down to his sheath.

The black pointed tip of his member is now visibly peeking out. It looks almost innocuous if not for the obviously swelling size of the furry cream coloured sheath from which it came from. With one paw on his sheath and the other clasping one of his big swollen nuts the tiger-wolf starts to pleasure himself. You watch in stunned amazement as the beast rises up, growing larger and larger with every heartbeat from deep inside Solarian's striped chest. His whiskers are twitching as the black vaguely canine like phallus throbs up against his belly button, and then pushes past to rise up against his pecs. Yet still it grows even further to touch his chin, a smearing of glistening pre-ejaculate making its way on the short fur there.

"W-What do you think?" Solarian asks you, his eyes averted and his voice quiet.

You tell him that he is beautiful. You tell him that this is the most arousing sight you have ever seen. You tell him anything you can think of to get him to continue. Unbelievably your praise and obvious adoration is enough to encourage him. With both hands now around his massive black dick the hybrid starts to rub up and down. His groaning only grows louder matching the degree to which pre-ejaculate is running down the shiny black tower in his paws. So prodigious is hi produce that the fluids are coming down to soak his furry balls and keep dripping down creating an every growing puddle of musky liquid between his digitigrade feet.

His knees are shaking as Solarian opens his maw and his tongue lolls out. In one of the most erotic things you have ever seen the big-dicked beast runs his rough feline tongue over the pointed head of his phallus. The slit at the head of his penis spits and pre-ejaculate gets in his eyes making him rock back. You are unable to resist reaching out again, this time to place both of your hands on the underside of his erection. It is hot, wet and practically vibrating with energy. He notices your touch and opens his eyes to look down at and tell you to step back. You do so just in time as his mewling groans become a bellowed roar.

Those moist furry nuts lift up, his loins boiling over. His eyes obscured by strands of blond hair dropping into it is clearly going through several steps of twisted delight. A knot, though not a particularly pronounced one swells up near the base and he moves one of his hands to grip it. You also notice that there are slight protrusions, feline barbs that are aligned just underneath his glans. Finally it comes and just as well as you see it and duck as the first load shoots by over your head. More follow it as he rapidly runs his other paw back and forth. He is a slave to the flow and ebb of his own monstrous orgasm, as much of him wishing it to over as there is reveling in the pure primal instinct. So few males ever know this pleasure, or this burden. And now the burden is getting on you. Stray shots that miss the wall on the far side behind and splatter on your chest. You gasp whilst he groans and drops to his knees as his orgasm slowly ends with an oozing dribble.

You wipe the messy globules that are running down your shirt and sniff them. It has a powerful odor. Solarian seems to be calming down, his chest heaving up and down as his sweaty fur clings to his body. Looking over your shoulder you whistle at the mess he has made. It is going to take a couple of mop buckets and an entire afternoon to clean that all up. You tell him that was incredible and he looks up, kneeling down the pair of you are on eye level. After pulling some of his hair back out of his face he asks you if you want help him scratch an itch.

Itch To Scratch

After replying to him the tiger-wolf gets back up on his feet. His member is soft, but has not yet retracted into his gigantic sheath. You watch him turn around, tail raised and walk over to one of the benches. The only thing more enticing than Solarian's hyper juicy dick, is that even juicier looking furry bubble butt. It looks like two perfectly smooth furry half-moons are kissing. They look pretty muscular too without being vulgarly so thanks to the fuzzy layering. As he reaches the bench you are granted an even fuller view of his back bumper than before.

Solarian kneels down and bends forward, resting his chest over the bench vertically. His face resting against his folded arms as he wriggles his rear for you. The orange and cream coloured cheeks tense, flex and bounce around as he wriggles away. Only his balls are more bouncy as they jiggle between his thighs. He is beckoning you to come "scratch an itch" and considering the boner you have been nursing all this time you positively pounce at the chance.

You run up, drop your pants and whip your cock out even before you know what you are going to do next. Acting on impulse you decide the first thing is to get both of your hands full. His butt cheeks are both soft yet hard to the touch. You realize that every time he flexes or just tenses up his muscles make his butt feel like the cold face of a stone wall, whilst as he relaxes they become supple and elastic. His back arcs as you touch him, his tail swishing around and swatting into your face occasionally.

"This pussy needs some love." He mewls at the other end of the bench. You nod your head in agreement and press yourself against him.

At the very moment he feels your dick wedged against him he squeezes his cheeks again. Purposefully locking them around your dick with a perfectly measured grip. You thrust into his crack, loving the way his soft fur and flexing action creates the perfect fuck canal. Yet as you continue to play with his big butt, you spy his little pink pucker down below and grin like a demon at it. So you draw yourself back, line up, and thrust forward.

Even without any prep work he takes you in effortlessly. His hole is soft and warm to the touch like a warmed car seat. Somehow he is able to manipulate his sphincter just so, making it pleasurable for both himself and you. You do not even notice his cock having rise again, bobbing up underneath the bench. His smell is still thick in the air as you pump into that large bubbly ass. Back and forth, in and out, all the way to the hilt as your balls come down against tops of his industrial sized ones. You smack his ass repeatedly, forcing him to tense up around you as you sink your rod all the way inside. He only hisses and sink his claws further into the bench, leaving some nasty marks.

Unfortunately you do not have the stamina to keep this up any longer. As you climax you make sure that you are balls deep inside of the huge male. His anus locking around you in a perfect fit. You slump over Solarian's broad furry back. Fingers grasping at tufts of fur as you grit your teeth shooting every last drop of spunk you have. He takes it all, from his sphincter to his prostate he milks every last drop out of you with a satisfied purr.

"Mmm, thanks. Just the right kind of cream this kitty asked for."