Race Against Time
Story by Rotshild on SoFurry
As Crash travels through time to acquire another crystal, he's met with an unexpected challenge...
Whoosh.
The time portal spat Crash out into bright sunlight. As the bandicoot got his bearings, he was assaulted by a cacophony of boos, cheers, and clapping.
He stood in an arena, surrounded by ascending rows of brown stonework, each filled to the brim with Dr. Cortex’s henchmen—the source of the deafening noise. The Doctor himself stood on a raised terrace at the far end of the arena, waving at his minions with a smug grin.
But it was another of Cortex’s minions, his fellow evolved animal—Tiny Tiger—that drew the bandicoot’s attention. The thylacine was chained to two pillars in the middle of the arena, the chains stretching his muscle-bound arms to his sides. Wearing an iron helmet and gauntlets, with a leather strap covering a portion of his bulging chest and a vicious trident leaning against the pillar to his right, it was clear that Tiny Tiger was meant to be Crash’s opponent today.
The bandicoot swallowed nervously, not at all keen to be impaled by the trident.
Dr. Cortex shushed his braying minions with a sharp wave of his hand.
“Ah, Crash! How good of you to bring me the Crystals! I have a very special challenge for you.”
A screen popped up behind the terrace, showing a countdown of exactly five minutes.
“You will make Tiny Tiger cum before your time runs out, or I will have the lions eat you alive!”
As Cortex cackled and his henchmen erupted into loud cheers, Crash finally realized there were gates behind the chained tiger, and he heard the faint sound of lions roaring somewhere in the depths of the tunnels within…
“Uh-oh…”
This was bad… Crash had expected a fight, not this… task.
He looked at Tiny Tiger, wondering what to even do here. The tiger, with his prodigious weight, had attempted to flatten him before, a prospect that appealed to Crash more than being crushed by the many traps he had to regularly evade… but only slightly. Still, he had no choice.
Especially when the countdown had begun.
“Grrr…” Tiny Tiger stared at him with a mixture of anger and curiosity as Crash approached. The bandicoot could tell how tense those chains were as the tiger flexed his biceps. Those muscles could easily be stronger than even the metal. And the way the tiger’s heavy chest heaved with every breath…
The sight made Crash a little dizzy.
Trying his best to keep himself from salivating, the bandicoot finally touched some of the exposed fur, feeling the muscle corded upon muscle hiding beneath the silky cover. But there was no time to appreciate any of that now. He had a task, and crystals to bring home. It was time to get to work.
“Cortex want Tiny to ignore what Crash do. Crash, time for fail!”
Ignoring the harsh voice, Crash hastily undid the belt holding up the tiger’s loincloth and almost flinched in startlement as the impressively long member sprang up to greet him. He couldn’t help but let out a whistle as his bushy eyebrows climbed all the way up to his forehead and his paw reached for the prize almost of its own volition.
Tiny Tiger let out another growl as Crash promptly let go, but that was only so he could throw off his fingerless gloves so as to better feel the warmth and thickness of the swaying dick.
“Woah!” to the bandicoot’s shock, Tiny Tiger seemed to swell even more at the approving exclamation. Truth be told, if it weren’t for the countdown, Crash could have stood here, marveling at the size, the heft, the feel.
The countdown!
There was no time to waste. Shaking his head to banish the distracting thoughts, Crash grabbed the dick firmly and started stroking. Tiny Tiger let out a shuddering breath at that, eyes half-lidded as he threw back his head.
“Yes, Crash… I mean, NO! Tiny not… A-ah…”
The tiger trembled again as Crash’s other hand found a nipple, pinching it before he leaned towards the chest to taste the nipple with his tongue.
The bandicoot was not particularly experienced with these matters, but he did have a girlfriend before, and he suspected that a lot of things that had pleased her would please a male. Then, another thought occurred to him that almost made him stop and slap himself in the face—he was a male too! He could simply use what he knew to be pleasurable for himself to guide him now.
But time was getting too short. Using his mouth may have worked if Crash had gotten started on it earlier, but if he didn’t do something drastic now, he’d become chow for lions soon enough.
So, Crash did what always worked. He spun.
From the crimson vortex, his blue pair of shorts flew into the seats, hitting one of the henchmen in the face.
In an instant, Crash stood there in all his naked glory, his own dick now on display.
But he doubted that would be of interest to Tiny Tiger right now. So Crash turned around and bent over, presenting his ass to the chained thylacine.
For a moment, the whole arena was silent.
Then Crash heard a sound that almost made him jump. The chains, stretched as far as they could, were beginning to tear from the links attaching them to the columns. Tiny Tiger was letting out an animalistic growl that had Crush trembling from a mixture of fear and inexplicable excitement.
“No, you stupid animal! What are you doing?” Cortex shrieked from his perch, but it was too late. Tiny Tiger had lost all ability to restrain himself, much like the chains had lost any ability to restrain him. With a roar, he tore himself free, and the flying chunks of debris were the last thing Crash saw before the colossal tiger pounced on him, flattening him to the ground.
“Uh-oh!”
The tiger suddenly paused, causing Crash to let out a sigh of relief, having forgotten for the moment that the countdown was still ticking, but then the bandicoot heard the animal pinning him to the ground spit and felt the wet fingers pushing into his exposed ass.
“Woah…” The feeling was not entirely unwelcome, and even the weight of the beast on top of him became somehow comforting. So when the fingers withdrew, only to be replaced by the tiger’s thick cock, Crash reacted only with a slight whimper.
Of course, Tiny Tiger was not in the right mind to go slowly, stretching the bandicoot out bit by bit, nor did the countdown allow it. So Crash, with his teeth gritted, decided that he might as well spur this on and pushed back against the dick himself, making it slide further in. That was seemingly all Tiny Tiger needed, because the next moment the thylacine’s entire weight slammed into the poor bandicoot, making him let out a yelp as the cock was buried deep inside him.
But quickly the initial pain melted into a sort of blissful pleasure as the tiger continued to slam away, bringing his full weight to penetrate the bandicoot. Each wild thrust eliciting a moan as Crash lay there, eyes closed. The sounds of the arena had grown muted, even as Crash was distantly aware that Cortex was yelling something—only Tiny Tiger’s desperate grunts and growls filled the bandicoot’s ears now. The tiger’s hot breath caressed the fur on Crash’s nape while he thrust himself deep, again and again.
Trapped there under the tiger’s weight, Crash abruptly became aware of how much his own dick was leaking as a familiar pressure was beginning to build, but somehow stronger this time.
Just then, Tiny Tiger paused, panting. As Crash weakly turned his head to catch a glimpse of the monster on top, the tiger suddenly let out a roar and thrust even harder than before. Warm liquid flooded the bandicoot’s insides, and his own dick shot its load as all of his senses were consumed by pure pleasure.
Tiny Tiger went on, seemingly intent on shooting every single drop inside Crash, and with each thrust, more of Crash’s own cum was being pushed onto the arena’s tiles.
Finally spent, the tiger rolled off him, chest heaving, eyes closed. Crash, wobbly from the treatment, managed to get to his feet and look down at the monster that had fucked him so thoroughly. A sly grin spread across the bandicoot’s face when he noticed the crystal he came for hidden behind the tiger’s chest strap.
As he retrieved it, the tiger clearly too spent to put up any resistance, the bandicoot had his own pair of shorts slam him in the face. Still grinning, he held the shorts up with one arm, the other holding up the crystal, even as the whole arena booed him.
“Yee-ha!” he cheered, not at all ashamed that both his dick and his ass were still leaking cum as he waved his prizes around.
As the time portal once again opened up around him, Crash did one final triumphant jump before disappearing into the swirling vortex.