Heat
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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The sweat rolled down Ethan's brow, ran in little streams along his cheek and splashed in droplets onto the floor. The air conditioning was out and the house was sticky from the heat, and it was all he could do to get the chores done without collapsing in a heap. He was fighting the sultry weather by wearing only his black silk boxers. He had not brought them out in years and they clung to his legs, soaking in the sweat rolling off his stomach, making the little pink hearts become little pink windows through the sheer silk, and distracting Bruce, Ethan's company at the time, who sat on the couch trying not to make his interest obvious. The large, muscular badger looked uncharacteristically shy, the hard muscles and hulking body belying the apparent nervousness from being made audience to the ferret's svelte, half-naked body.
Bruce had come to see Emma, only to find that she had abandoned the insufferably hot house the night before to stay at a friend's house. Alan had gone into work just to sit in the air conditioned building. And now, Bruce's truck had suffered a flat tire with no spare, keeping him in the sauna-like building with the ferret, who had not expected anyone to drop by and catch him in his not-so-sunday-best.
So now it was only Bruce and Ethan, the former twiddling his thumbs and watching the latter fan himself with a rag. Runnels or sweat dripped down Ethan's slim chest, along his thin stomach, down his long, curving back. The sweat soaked into the tight silk shorts that clung to his cheeks, making them seem so round and strangely alluring to the suddenly sexually insecure badger.
The heat, the sweat, and the lingering smell of musk has a curious effect in the summer, when it makes even the most reserved person go lustfully crazy. There are, after all, reasons why spring is the season of new life, and those reasons were all playing with ferret and badger stuck alone together in the heat.
Bruce's nose betrayed his instincts, the simple smell of the sweaty ferret wafting over to him and making his blood boil and hormones pump, making him look at the ferret in a way he had never looked at any man before. He had never had any urges like this toward a man, and he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had never felt quite this way toward any woman, either. He watched the small, frail ferret clean. His eyes flashed over the gentle feminine curves of Ethan's body as he stretched and bent to clean, not a hard angle anywhere on him. He looked so... fragile, simply put. The badger thought about wrapping his paws around the diminutive stomach and pressing himself against the slender back. He thought about pressing his meaty paws into the two wet cheeks, standing out in sharp black relief, making them seem fuller than they were. He zoned out, the foreign thought of a man's body tantalizing him, awakening all new lusts. He snapped back when he noticed the ferret had turned around, his petite stomach gleaming in the light, and at this Bruce let out a groan that he swallowed quickly. He thought he caught a sultry look from Ethan, but was too distracted to really tell what it, or the lazy swish of the ferret's short tail, meant.
A dizzy spell came over Bruce as thousands of lustful thoughts swam in his head. The ferret was standing directly in front of him, cleaning something Bruce did not take care to notice, wiggling his hips and waving his stubby tail back and forth. The badger groaned under his breath again but was now too lost in the ferret's little ritual to notice or stop it. He got tunnel vision, blocking out everything but the ferret's rump, watching it dance back and forth in front of him. The round, toned-but-not-muscular, plump-but-but-fat, mounds of meat made him subconsciously wave back and forth in rhythm with them. Bruce felt certain now he was being teased, led on, and seduced, and now the possibility that he could have those cheeks in his paws bit into him. He knew all he had to do was reach out for them. He knew all he had to do was grab and not let go. He knew he only had to get those wet, sticky shorts, clinging to those beautiful cheeks so tight, and pull them off. He could not even think about why he suddenly, and so strongly, wanted to be with a man. He had never even had the slightest hint of an attraction towards one before. But now that he was feeling them, he had little concern for why he felt them, and more concern for how he was going to tear those silk undies off. His emotions boiled over when the ferret bent over to pick up something that probably was not even there, lifted his tail, and wiggled his ass seductively.
Bruce leaped from the couch and pressed his paws into the wet silk, giving the cheeks a firm squeeze that made the ferret gasp. Bruce grabbed the elastic in his teeth, his nose filling with the ferret's musk, and peeled them from the damp fur of his ass, letting them fall to the floor below. Bruce breathed heavy now, seeing his rear in full glory, the short fur wet and shining with sweat. He was overcome, he did not feel like he had the slightest control of his body when he buried his muzzle between the glistening gluts and sunk his tongue into the tailhole. He pressed the ferret into the wall before him as he eagerly lapped and licked, his tongue slipping inside the firm cheeks, then burying back into the tight hole. The salty taste of the sweat and the heavy scent of musk drove him, making him sink his tongue deeper, curling it, feeling the ferret shake.
He thought that this would cause his emotions to settle, that after the initial shock of of the ferret's butt in his face, his lust would calm. He was wrong. With each second spent under the ferret's tail his passions grew, seeking some unattainable crescendo, making him lap with increasing zest, deeper into the ferret's hole. His cock was only half hard, due to the limitations of his jeans, which prevented him from realizing his full potential in that area. His wife beater was soaked through in sweat now. Drool dripped from the ferret's rear onto Bruce's jeans, mingling with the sweat there, and making a wholly new scent that began to pervade the room.
Feeling himself too constrained, he pulled away from the ferret and tore off his jeans in a lustful stupor. He sat back up on the couch, and caught a look of shock and fear on the ferret's face, who was staring down the half-hard slab of dick hanging between Bruce's thighs. When hard it would be have a slight curve upward, but now it was arced downwards, sagging under its own weight, the head resting on the couch. Bruce reached forward and grabbed the suddenly less eager ferret, putting him on his knees before the couch, grabbing his hair, and jerking the ferret's heard to the sagging cock. The ferret seemed hesitant at first, as Bruce's cock only grazed against the ferret's cheek. Finally he opened up and ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft. He took the thick meat in his paw, unable to close his fingers around it and stroked. He looked increasingly worried as it grew harder, longer, and thicker as he tonguebathed it. Bruce continued to prod the ferret, who finally wrapped his lips around the tremendous dome of a head. Bruce felt the ferret suckle at his head, gulping down pre as it oozed into his gullet. Drool and pre dripped from the ferret's muzzle, made Bruce's cock glisten, ran down Bruce's humongous balls, and soaked into the couch.
Bruce watched the ferret's adam's apple bob as he sucked the head, gulping down the steady, thick stream of pre leaking into his muzzle. Bruce writhed on the couch, delirious from the attention to his head but wanting more. He helped the ferret along by grabbing the ferret's hair and pulling his muzzle deeper. The ferret coughed and gagged on the cock, blushing deep red. Bruce felt the ferret's lips wrap tight around his shaft and suck hard, still gulping down stream of pre. Whatever did not make it into the ferret's throat dribbled down his chin. Bruce's cock was now mostly slick with ferret drool, though only half of his length had been in the ferret's maw. If Bruce tried to shove it in any further, he wouldd feel his head smack against the ferret's throat, which would not open up to accept his large member
Bruce leaned over the ferret now, wrapping his large, meaty hands around the delicate body. With no warning he thrust hard into the ferret's muzzle and watched as the ferret gasped and his eyes shot wide open for a second, then shut tight. He felt the ferret's throat open up and all of his glorious shaft slip into the ferret's muzzle and neck, his nose being buried in Bruce's wet crotchfur. Bruce worried the ferret would not be able to breath with his massive cock choking the poor, small fellow, but he was hardly able to control his own actions as pure unbridled lust drove him to thrust hard into the ferret's throat, fucking his mouth. He would pull his cock out for a moment, and the ferret would gasp for breath, the massive cock at his lips. Pre dripped from it onto his mask, his tongue would loll out and lick along the shaft as he caught his breath, and then Bruce would impale him again, humping hard into his throat as he kneaded the ferret's cheeks in his large paws.
The heat was oppressive, and the room was choked with the smell of sweat, Bruce and his ferret nearly steaming off heavy musky scents of sex and exhaustion. Bruce shut his eyes now and squeezed the ferret's ass hard as he buried his cock in the muzzle. His massive balls smacked against the ferret's chin with each thrust. Bruce reached a paw under the ferret's slight body and found his cock, limp and dangling between two skinny legs. Bruce fondled the ferret's cock and balls, which all fit into one beefy paw. He pulled on the limp cock, trying to coax into becoming erect. He played with the ferret's engorging cock with one paw, and with the other, he stuck a finger into the ferret's cheeks. He could feel the murr into his cock, as the thick digit slid into the ferret's already slick hole.
Loud moans rose in Bruce's gut and grew more impassioned and urgent as he rammed his cock deep into the ferret's throat. As the moan began to clip off and turn into enamored scream, his balls tensed, his cock shook, and he filled the ferret's throat with his first thick strand of cum. Pulling out a little so that his head was on the ferret's tongue, he felt the ferret's lips wrap tight around his head and suckle hard, drinking each thick squirt hungrily. Bruce felt the ferret slurping long after he had laid back on the couch, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching as the ferret sucked out each drop of cum.
Bruce opened his eyes to see the ferret sitting on his muscular stomach, jerking himself off as he leaned back against Bruce's still erect cock. The ferret's slim chest was rising and falling and his whole body seemed to shimmer under the sweat and drool that had found its way onto his boyish chest. The ferret's balls bounced on Bruce's abs, and the ferret's flat stomach, perfectly smooth, so gently curved, drove Bruce wild. Seeing the ferret's body up close was too much. The stomach was so perfectly flat, not a bump of fat or muscle on it, just a soft curve like it was sculpted in butter. The chest was almost as smooth, with only the faintest indentations giving away the presence of ribs. Bruce was stupid with desire over this body, so much smaller, so much smoother, so much more delicate than his own.
Bruce seemed to surprise the ferret when he pulled the paw away from his cock and held his arms at his sides. Bruce could easily keep the diminutive ferret subdued in his tight grasp, despite his half-hearted wriggling and worrisome look on his face. Bruce rubbed the ferret against his thick pole, the shaft splitting his cheeks and teasing his tailhole. The ferret looked back at the cock and wriggled in the badger's clutches a little more urgently, though Bruce, his sexual energy restored, hardly took notice. All he saw of the ferret's seemingly distraught manner was a glimpse of a face that seemed to express a slight regret at having bit off more than he could chew.
Bruce set the effete, fragile ferret on top of his cock. Pre was already dribbling down the shaft and over his balls, soaking into the now-ruined couch. With animal lust, Bruce pulled the ferret down hard onto his cock, his low, gruff moans of pleasure drowned out by a loud shriek from the spread ferret. Bruce kept his focus on the ferret's cock, which jiggled as the monstrous badger dick forced itself deeper into the bitty ass. He felt the ferret's body tense with each inch, squeezing tight around his manhood, feeling every little shake intensified against his cock. He did not take much notice of the ferret, other than the loud yells he heard, though they were formless shouts of mixed emotions, none of them asking to stop. The yells sounded pained, though they would trail off with a long, low sigh of pleasure, as if the initial shock of each inch would quickly fade to leave a promising hint of satisfaction.
With a final yelp and long sigh, the ferret was sitting in Bruce's lap, somehow encasing the thick, long meat. Bruce gazed in wonder at the ferret's body, wondering how it managed to hold it all in. He watched the chest rise and fall with short, labored gasps. The ferret arched his back and let out a beleaguered moan, puffing his chest out in the process. Bruce watched a pool of pre form between his abs and run off his body in a thin stream. Bruce leaned forward and licked the ferret's chest, sucking gently on the nipples as he began to pull him by the waist up and down his cock. The long, slow thrusts were met with the same exasperated cries as the initial insertion, and to Bruce the ferret sounded at least somewhat concerned about his own health, but Bruce was too overcome to stop. The ferret's body had taken control of Bruce. He pulled the ferret down hard, took a moment to lick and suck the slight chest and small brown nipples in front of him, and then lifted the ferret for another go at the routine.
Without pulling out, Bruce turned over on the couch, lying the ferret down and bending the thin legs behind the ferret's head. Rather than long, slow motions, Bruce forcefully buried his cock in the ferret's tight ass and pounded away with short, fast strokes, each one met with a clipped shout. He thrust hard and deep while sucking at the ferret's chest, the musky aroma and taste of sweat driving him wild. The ferret's shouts grew quieter, and soon were replaced by abrupt grunts. With these, Bruce lengthened his stride. Feeling the ferret's legs wrap around him now, pulling him in, he was free to punish the ferret's tight hole more, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster, slapping his balls against the ferret's cheeks with each vigorous shove.
Bruce shut his eyes, grit his teeth, and rode the ferret with unwavering passion. The small ass seemed to have impossibly been spread wide open, and the ferret's innards must have been being pushed into his chest, but Bruce had little interest in worrying how he had possibly found the space within the frail body of the ferret to ride him, all he could concentrate on was the intense feeling on his head, still sensitive from the blow job , brushing against the ferret's walls. He was so lost in the euphoria, when he felt the ferret squeeze against him and spasm he did not notice at first that that the fellow was shooting his own load all over his chest, without having touched his cock. He watched the ferret's cock spasm, shooting long, powerful strips over his body and chin as the ferret gasped and shouted in enraptured bliss.
There was little time for relaxation though. Bruce gave the ferret no time to calm down before putting him on the floor. The poor fellow was so exhausted he could not hold himself up, only able to keep his butt in the air while his chin rested on the floor. Bruce had to lift his tail for him before pressing his head against the ferret's beaten tailhole, and, to exasperated sighs of pleasure, spread the hole open wide again with a long, quick thrust, burying the whole length from head to balls. Bruce's melon balls slapped against the ferret's more slight orbs. Their balls slapped together as Bruce humped haphazardly, pressing the ferret's shoulders into the ground. Bruce lost himself in dizzying ecstasy, punching his dick recklessly into the drained ferret. The only sound coming from the ferret was a constant moan of almost distracted joy, as if he was in a far off land, having his balls washed by harem boys or something.
He felt the ferret squeeze against him again, heard him shouting again in a sudden bust of energy, felt the now familiar spasming of another load, again unassisted, shooting onto the floor thanks to the badger's hard fucking. Bruce his cock twinging inside the battered ferret, and heard his moans reaching an enthusiastic apex. He kept his pace, worried that slowing down might compromise the wondrous feeling building inside him. The ferret's legs trembled and gave way to Bruce's intense pounding, pinning him flat against the floor. Bruce only continued to shove his humongous cock as deep and as fast as he could into the ferret, all other senses slowly being crowded out by the sharply intensifying sensation in his cock. Bruce actually caught by surprise when an engrossing tingling sensation spread through his body and his cock exploded in the ferret's ass. He pulled out, leaving a creampie in the ferret's hole, and shot the remaining thick jets of cum onto the ferret's slender back.
Finally he collapsed on the ferret, both of them lying flat on the floor, sweat, drool, and cum pooling around them, panting heavily in the unremitting heat. Coming down from his high, Bruce could better detect the stench of sex in the room, and give more thought to what had just happened, what he had just felt, and what it all meant. Most importantly, though, he was able to feel the small body beneath him twitching in isolated sparks of delayed pleasure, the ferret still incapacitated by either the feeling of the moment or some yet unknown internal injury. Bruce was the first to stand up. He picked the ferret up in his arms, carried him into the bathroom, and drew a cold bath to relax down in.
As Ethan scrubbed his own cum from his chin he caught Bruce's eyes in his. Suddenly his mind went over the events of the last hour, and the look on Bruce's face made it clear that the same thought process was going on there, as well. The ferret spoke.
"Oh, fuck, we, uh..."
"Yeah, uh, yeah. Yeah."
"Well... fuck."
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