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The Last Tom

Danath - danath.tiger@gmail.com

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“So, Tom, what kind of work does a handsome wolf like you do?”

The cheetah asking the question was slender. Large eyes, a pert muzzle, thick hips. His clothing, a pair of sleek and form-fitting black pants and a matching black gauzy fishnet top, accentuated his curves. The cheetah’s thick and long fur shifted, poking through the fishnet as the garment pulled upwards, constantly brushing and shifting the spots dotted around his shoulders and back. The black rosettes popped against his pale fur under the dim bar lighting.

The cheetah’s paws drifted in different directions. One towards his drink on the bar, and the other to the knee of the wolf, a.k.a. handsome, sitting on a stool next to him.

“I own my own ship. Contract supply runs and VIP transport,” the wolf said. “Not the most exciting work, but I like being my own,” and here his voice shot up in pitch, “boss!”

The cheetah’s plump lips spread into a smirk, revealing a glossy white set of sharp teeth, as his paw danced up the wolf’s thigh, teasing his claws and pads across the thick fabric of the pilot’s bright red pants. Burn- and puncture-proof, they also regulated heat and temperature, which was fortunate as the wolf’s muzzle dropped open and his tongue lolled out a moment later, while between his thighs, a significant bulge formed.

“That does sound interesting. You must make all sorts of reeeeeally… mfff… big… hmm… deliveries…”

The cheetah’s voice trailed off a bit after getting to the big part, and was spoken at the same time he got his paw right up between the upper part of the wolf’s thighs and circled his fingers briefly around the rapidly swelling knot inside.

The wolf’s eyes lidded halfway closed while his paw swept down, splaying across the cheetah’s thick backside. His other paw lifted his beer bottle to his lips, and he drained the rest of the bottle rapidly as the cheetah let out a little “mew” with each squeeze.

“Let’s say we get out of here, cutie,” the wolf said, dropping the empty bottle back onto the bar. Squeeze, squeeze. The auto-bartender swept away the bottle.

The cheetah giggled, deftly twisted out of the wolf’s black-furred paw, and teasingly walked away, tail lifted above his outlined rump. The pilot followed his guide, grinning as he feigned modesty by holding his jacket, removed earlier to show off his muscles to the cheetah when they first started chatting, and left the bar.

The concourse outside the bar was busy with other businesses - mostly bars and fast food - proffering wares to the staggering hordes of drunks returning from a fun night out. The station’s entertainment district was appropriately large and well-staffed for such a remote outpost, and the wolf-cheetah pairing quickly blended in with the masses, much as the wolf’s paw blended with the black pants hugging the cheetah’s posterior.

There was stumbling and groping aplenty once they were back to the cheetah’s small apartment unit in one of the outer walls. Rent was always cheapest on the outermost walls since nobody wanted to live in them despite the phenomenal views through the expensive portholes, a relic from when this early station was built and no longer featured on newer stations.

Gravity was also slightly lighter at the edges of the ring-shaped station, so as the view outside lazily spun around, the pilot could feel his feet settling a bit lighter onto the floor. Not enough to float, but it would sure make handling the cute cheetah a lot easier. The wolf grinned, licking his lips and showing off his long smile as the cheetah slapped the button to close the door behind them. The small studio unit didn’t feature anything but the bed and the porthole, through which reflected light from the trio of rocky planets the station orbited.

The cheetah’s muzzle opened and his neck tipped back. His hips pressed forward, squeezing his slender belly into the prominent bulge in the front of the wolf’s flight suit. His tail lifted again as the wolf’s paws scooped around either side of his rump and hefted upwards, rubbing him closer. The wolf’s muzzle tipped down, and the tall pilot’s eyes closed as he took a moment to enjoy the cheetah’s lips.

The “thwif-thwif-thwif” of the wolf’s tail competed with the cheetah’s low rumble over the background noise and music of the space station dive bar. The wolf pushed forward, moving them both towards the bed under the large rectangular porthole window. His throbbing arousal squeezed against the cheetah’s stomach, sliding up and down, ruffling the white fur exposed between the hem of the mesh shirt and the waist of his tight shorts.

“Ah, I love a pent-up pilot,” the cheetah gasped once their muzzles separated. His fingers went for the release clasp on the wolf’s flight suit, and, as though he’d done it a million times, the cheetah pulled the suit down the wolf’s shoulders, exposing his muscular chest and powerful stomach. The fur rippled across his figure, clinging to the nooks and valleys formed by the layers of powerful muscles beneath, from his biceps to his abs to his thighs.

The cheetah didn’t stop at getting the wolf merely half-nude, however, and dropped to his knees while pulling the other clasp attaching the top to the pants, which similarly peeled away from the wolf’s muscular legs. A massive dark-red cock leapt out, surging forward and slapping across the cheetah’s waiting face. It sagged against the top of his nose, the bridge of his muzzle, and between his eyes. The huge knot swelled, quickly stretching free of the furry black sheath as it throbbed and bounced, sending jiggles of motion along the long, thick erection.

Using his tongue, the cheetah lavished attention on the pilot’s stick shift. The feline’s paw pads caressed the knot, teasing and stroking, pressing gently around and stretching upwards, along the veiny shaft, while his muzzle tipped back and, lips pursed, kissed along the bulging urethra. It took less than a minute for the cheetah to be rewarded with the first excited dribble of clear pre-cum, followed by a panted gasp from the wolf, whose paws moved to rest on top of the cheetah’s head around the spotted feline’s ears.

Other than the continued swishing of his tail and the occasional grunted “Oh, yeah,” or something similar, there was only one noise: the cheetah’s wet muzzle wrapping around the thick tip and swallowing, greedily and messily working the throbbing wolfcock deeper and deeper down the slender, bulging throat. The cheetah leaned forward, practically throwing himself muzzle-first onto the fat wolf dick, before leaning back until his rump cheeks settled on the backs of his own legs and merely the tip remained between his plump lips, squirting and dribbling away as the pressure lowered. Then another heave forward, neck stretching out, swallowing another inch down, then another and another, until the wolf couldn’t help himself and started to thrust.

The cheetah’s own arousal formed a large wet spot at the tip of the bulge shoving down the leg of his shorts, and it expanded to twice its size once the wolf’s claws settled in around the cheetah’s ears and the huge knot bounced off of his lips. The wolf pumped hard, fast, short strokes, only pulling back to the tip once in a while as his knees locked up and his belly clenched. His tongue hung from between his teeth as he stared down at the kneeling feline, unbelieving at how good the cat’s muzzle felt.

“Oooooh… oh, fuuuuuuck…”

The pilot’s eyes, trained to be observant, focused on the top of the cat’s head. His paws shifted down to the sides of the cheetah’s face, so that his fingers wrapped around the top part of the back of his neck, still providing plenty of leverage for him to thrust into, but a clearer view of the black rosettes dotted around the cheetah’s pelt. The wolf stared, watching as they shifted back and forth. His pupils, already dilated in the low light of the room, expanded further, blocking out the whites completely. His thrusting increased, pumping faster with even shorter strokes, as the rest of his body locked up like his knees. He couldn’t look away as he felt his orgasm build, and he couldn’t stop thrusting his knot into the cheetah’s soft, plump lips. He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop staring, he couldn’t help himself it was just toomuchtoomuchtoo-

A huge wave of white seed gushed from the cheetah’s throat and nostrils a moment after his belly surged outwards, bloating up in a moment from the first blast of the wolf’s overdue orgasm. The big male’s whole body was tensed up, frozen, except for his massive cock, which jerked and twisted and throbbed and rubbed inside the feline’s tight, clenching throat. The cat’s eyes closed as he swallowed happily, paws moving from his swollen belly to the wolf’s swollen balls, kneading and massaging them as another wave of cum overfilled and flooded him, sloshing out in a mess of white that splattered across the floor.

The wolf didn’t move, not even to thrust. His arms hung limp at his sides and his jaw dropped open. A blank expression covered his face, but his cock continued to jerk, refusing to go down, as the cheetah worked himself over it again, taking his time and enjoying the process of milking the lupine balls dry.

It took some time.

The cheetah was a mess down the front by the time he was done, and as he pulled his lips free of the tip of the huge, dark red cock, it shone with saliva, sparkling clean down to the knot, also licked clean, along with the huge, heavy balls, also licked clean. The cheetah was thorough. And all the while, the wolf stood silent and still, though it was clear from the twitching of his tail and rapid heartbeat - loud and fast enough for the cheetah to hear at all times - that the big male was certainly not in any distress.

Wordlessly, the cheetah stood, discarded his clothes, and turned around. Leaning over the bed, he spread his legs and hiked his tail, before looking over his shoulder and smirking. The wolf was already dribbling pre-cum again.

Teasing his hips backwards, the cheetah prodded his rump against the tip, nestling it below his upright tail before stretching out his torso across the bed. The wolf’s breath caught in his throat, as his twitching tip bounced off the round furry globes, but his eyes locked in on the sleek, slender spotted backside. The rosettes across the cheetah’s pelt seemed to swirl, to move and dance. The wolf’s eyes darted around, side to side across the feline’s back, shoulders to hips, looking at the sleek curves, the way his belly widened into a substantial pair of hips, the pale yellowgold fur with the intriguing, moving, sliding rosettes that drew his attention and made him feel.. feel… so…

The cheetah, meanwhile, pushed himself back, taking the first few inches of the enormous tip. His teeth bit into his lower lip as he hissed at the size, then sagged and took on a much dreamier expression. His spread legs gave him plenty of balance as he shifted his hips backwards, forcing himself over another few inches.

By the time the cheetah could feel the huge knot against his hole and the bulge of the shaft in his belly, the wolf’s subtle hypnosis was complete, and the feline smirked as he leaned his shoulders back. His paws rubbed over his stomach, pressing against the outline of the huge wolf cock inside, while his own pink maleness twitched, already on the verge of orgasm.

“Mmmmhhh… you were so good this time,” he whispered as one of his paws stretched up and back to caress the wolf’s muzzle. “But I suppose I better wake you up so you can have your fun too…”

The cheetah’s fingers snapped in front of the wolf’s eyes. The dilated pupils shrunk down to pinpoints, then expanded to normal size as if the wolf’s head was a malfunctioning computer that just needed a reboot.

“Oooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuck!” the wolf groaned. His large paws wrapped around the cheetah’s sides, just above his hips, and both males let out cries and gasps as the humping began in earnest.

The wolf felt too good to stop. It was just too tight, warm, hot, with every inch of his huge cock getting the best massage ever from the groaning cheetah. The low gravity made it even easier to lift the thick-rumped spotted cat, and so the pilot wrapped a hand around the base of the feline’s tail. The other went to the cheetah’s shoulder.

Grip secured, the wolf’s hips swung forward, then pulled back, only to grind forward again in long, strong, smooth arcs that drove the massive shaft from tip to knot. Unsatisfied, the wolf’s hips clenched, squeezing forward as his paws pulled on the cheetah’s tail and shoulder. The knot threatened, but could fit.

Yet.

Gritting his teeth, the wolf’s thrusting resumed, hard, fast, deep. His black fur stood on end as his muscles flexed. The cheetah found himself pinned chest-first into the porthole window while getting reamed from behind by the overstimulated wolf. The cat’s belly bulged outwards, lewdly showing the length of the wolf’s maleness, and spread across the clear glass-like window. The feline’s eyes, half-closed, could only see the shadows of the planets outside before the wolf’s paw wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him away again.

Rough, hard fucking ensued. The cheetah knew it had to have gone on for over an hour before the huge knot finally went in, only to get dragged right back out again. The cat already came a few times, but the first knot-tug really set him off, even making his claws come out, and he came again just a few moments later after the third or fourth knot-plunge. The wolf’s loud howl split the room in half just as the huge knot split through the cheetah’s backside and disappeared, creating an even larger, lewder, fatter bulge in the small feline’s belly.

The wolf could only handle a few more dozen strokes before slumping forward, landing on top of the cheetah, smothering the smaller male in thick black wolf pelt as his knotted arousal claimed its place deep inside the small cat. The cheetah’s nose and lips were all that poked out from beneath the muscular furry pecs above, and by the third or four blast from the massive wolfcock, those lips had spread open to allow the release of the excess spunk flooding his stretching belly.

“Mmmmhhhhhffffffhhh…” the wolf moaned, stretching out his legs behind him as he levered his hips down again, hoisting and dropping the cheetah’s hips by his knot before settling down into place more comfortably. His huge balls rested on the back of the cheetah’s thighs before he lowered his muzzle and gave the cheetah’s spotted head a nuzzle. “Did you have fun with Tom?”

“Tom’s always fun. I gave him a blowjob this time.”

“No wonder I was so worked up.”

The cheetah’s hips clenched.

“How’d the delivery go?”

“No problems. The usual questions and security, but obviously it doesn’t work on Tom. He fools all the lie detectors at customs, after all.”

“Good. You have another delivery. It’ll be ready in a week,” the cheetah said between heavy swallows.

“Only a week? I guess I better enjoy myself while I can,” the wolf grunted. “All there is to do on the ship is work out, jack off, and think of my favorite little cheetah riding my knot like a pro.”

“Mmmffffhh… you know it,” the cheetah groaned. “The good news is that the last delivery paid off the debt from the ship, so this next one is all profit, which means…”

“The next Tom will be the last Tom?”

“No more Tom, no more special deliveries. Just you, me, and the ship.”

“Well, maybe he can still visit sometimes…”