From Both Ends
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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"What do you mean 'let's just fuck him right here?'" The ferret yearned to know, though the fact that a burly paw was already burrowed up his shirt and squeezing his lithe body made the question rhetorical. He was sandwiched between the tiger and the husky, the crackling fireplace casting a hot glow on all three of them. More than a few eyes in the ski lodge bar floated in their direction.
"Exactly what it means, sweet cheeks." The husky confirmed, pressing his well built body against the ferret's back. "You've been eyeing us since you saw us on the slopes, but you see, we're only here on a day pass." The dog had his paws buried down the back of the ferret's snow pants, gauging by touch what puffy clothing had hidden before. He clearly liked what his paws found as a deep, satisfiedrurr shook from his chest.
The ferret looked up at the tiger, whose paws were being equally adventurous. "But- the people," he pleaded. His eyes turned out to the bar, which was sparsely populated, but populated nonetheless.
"Look at me," the tiger said, pulling the ferret's chin up. "Seriously. You see these?" He flexed his great arms, so cut and thick, they looked as if they'd been petrified like those stone forests. "We've got a good ten minutes until someone calls security, and a good fifteen until security shows up. I think he and I can squeeze you in." With that, the tiger peeled off the ferret's pants to display a fat cock, one that would have earned the ferret bragging rights if not for the obscene tents in the tiger's pants he could tell already would put him to shame. The hair on his neck stood up, and a paw stifled an urgent shout. Now he could hear chairs moving, could hear chatter behind the scene, and could most definitely feel all those gazes upon them as the other two began to strip. His body tingled, and yet, he felt oddly safe between them, especially the tiger, whose defined abs and bulging chest and broad shoulders and all those other parts that the ferret's eyes darted over not only comforted him, but filled him with a sense of awe and excitement.
The husky behind him was already grinding a massive cock against his hole, the knot not yet swollen but still menacing, making a promise that he knew the husky would later keep. "Lift that tail up," the husky ordered before getting down on his knees and eating the ferret's hole, slipping his tongue in as he idly stroked himself, holding the ferret's tail out of the way. He rimmed the svelte, small fellow roughly, his strong tongue burrowing into the tight hole with almost the same ferocity as any dick the ferret had taken up until then. The ferret moaned, cringed, and looked out into the crowd, downward, avoiding eye contact with anybody, but seeing them regardless. They stayed back, but they all stayed, the door open but unused.
A paw grabbed him by the hair and shoved him down, past the broad chest where the ferret had been resting his chin before, until his nose was pressed against the already stiff member, which protruded from the tiger's body like a stone statue on the side of an immaculate building, like a granite column, like clock tower, like something long and fat and stiff and dripping precum. The ferret hesitated for only a moment, sensing again the eyes on him - eyes that he felt now were eager with expectation for him to dive face forward onto the tiger's cock - before he did just that. He licked once along the bottom, pressing his tongue against the balls and not stopping until he tasted precum. He wrapped his lips around the fat head only to have the rest thrust in. He moaned against it, lavishing in the taste on his tongue, the paw pressed firm atop his head, the nubile tongue squirming inside his ass, the pair of paws plying and squeezing at his cheeks.
The fire popped with placid ease directly behind the trio, highlighting them, putting them in an almost idyllic scene, what Normal Rockwell painted on Friday nights. The bar was quiet except for that popping as well as the sibilant sucking sounds of a ferret's lips struggling to fit around a meaty cock. The tiger moved, sat down on the ledge in front of the fireplace, the ferret bending down to follow him, putting his ass high in the air, his tail draped over his back as it wagged absently.
The husky stood up, eventually, perhaps having enjoyed himself a little too much between the ferret's globes. He wrapped his arms around the ferret, guided the tip of his cock to the hole, and, feeling the slender guy tremble in expectation beneath him, finally shoved it home. You could hardly hear the ferret's moans, but they reverberated through the tiger, the vibrations against his head causing him to moan with intrigue and satisfaction. He rubbed the ferret's head appreciatively as the little guy cringed, struggling to take cocks at both ends, but hanging on despite. The husky, his cock buried once, started to thrust, his paws on the ferret's shoulders. Slow, even thrusts at first that quickly built in speed, quickly gained a certain aggressive quality. The ferret could feel the knot pressing against his hole. His eyes fluttered as he waited, expecting each time for the husky to grab on and hilt him, pry him open with that massive, still-swelling knot, for all to see and, most likely, hear.
"Don't ignore those balls, sweet cheeks," the tiger reminded him. He didn't need to be reminded. You could hear him gasping whenever his mouth was free, and at times he had to lift his head and simply moan a loud, soulful moan which he held until the tiger finally shoved him back to his duties. He sucked hungrily at the heavy orbs, buried his nose under then and huffed the tiger's heady musk. It was like a sweet incense, like an aged wine, so intoxicating and strong. It wasn't the smell of a muscular man who'd spent the day skiing; it was the much more refined, particular scent of masculinity. He wallowed in it, it drove him crazy. He lapped at the tiger's balls just to taste that incredible aroma. And the husky's! The heat of the fireplace gave both men an overpowering scent. He could smell it wafting over, a little lighter, but just as delicious. He would have swum in their scent. He could feel it settling into his fur, into his lungs, until it surrounded him.
He glanced out into the bar again. Had more people shown up? They didn't move any closer, but he could swear that the crowd was thickening. No one stepped forward to stop them. The tiger's impressive physique really had persuaded anyone from intervening. For that matter, had it even drawn a few more spectators?
The husky pumped away with soldierly diligence, as if fucking that ferret's ass was a matter of service to God and country. He held the ferret's side with one paw, the other he used to lift the pudgy, energetic tail out of the way. The ferret's cock bounced with every thrust, slapping against his thin stomach. He could feel the spot of fur soaking with his pre. He longed for a paw to grab him and finish him off, he would have begged for only a few strokes if his lips weren't already engaged around the tiger's cock, and yet, he loved the sensation of his cock swinging free with every harsh thrust, loved the nearly inaudible sound it made when it slapped against his stomach. He wondered if the crowd could hear it. He wondered if they could see the pre dripping from his member into a puddle on the floor. He wondered if they could smell the musk, if perhaps it had intoxicated them as much as it had intoxicated him.
The knot came with just as little warning as he'd expected. One stroke, the husky was still plodding away with the same rough energy, the very next, both hands were on the ferret's hips pulling him onto the swollen hunk of cock, spreading him open, and over the sound of his own moans and cries, he heard the crowd gasp. Maybe he imagined it in the fervor of his own lusty cries, cries that bounced off the stone fireplace and tall oak arches of the lodge bar, and as his head swam and his body shook and trembled he might have imagined anything. But it sounded as real as anything else at the moment, as real as the scent in his nose, the bulb in his ass, or the salty taste in his mouth. The husky still pounded the ferret's ass, still labored to thrust every inch he could wrench free, poking at the spots deep inside the ferret, now with frantic energy. He peaked, and dug his finger's into the ferret's hips and grunted as he buried his seed. He grunted for what seemed like ages, throwing determined little thrusts into the battered ass if only to bury his seed deeper inside. The ferret's ass shook as it was unloaded into, and the feint fellow tingled all over, his body feeling as it were all static electricity crawling from joint to joint as he imagine the husky's seed pouring into him, gushes and torrents of it from those massive balls.
"Make sure he don't go nowhere while I finish," the tiger teased. They shifted, the husky now taking a seat by the fire, the ferret of course tethered to his lap. The tiger stroked himself before the ferret, whose tongue would not keep from the head. He lapped at the now nearly gushing precum, indulging in the tiger's taste as much as his scent. As the tiger groaned, he shot a jet of cum onto the ferret's cheek. The ferret opened his muzzle and tried to catch a few stray sprays, and he managed a taste, all as he moaned in glorious passion, his eyes closed as he felt jet after jet land in his fur and begin to soak in. He didn't catch much on his tongue, but what he did drove him wild. He lapped out his tongue, hoping in vain to find the cock there, and slurped hungrily at his own muzzle, trying to fetch out as much of it as he could. The husky humped him from below, bouncing him in his lap. He was soaked, bathing in the tiger's cum and musk, before he could open his eyes and see the dripping monster that had drenched him. Behind the tiger he saw the absolutely stunned crowd. It had definitely grown in size, and for the first time he could see their faces and make out their expressions. He reflected on himself, sitting there in the husky's lap, soaked in cum, filled with cum, smelling of cum. He smacked his lips.
The tiger grabbed him under the shoulders and lifted him off the husky with a grunt. It wasn't easy, and the sore ferret yowled as he was pried off, but he was finally pulled off the knot in only a short time. He was set back down by the fire, a little limp and almost breathless, though his cock was just as lively and stiff as ever. He watched helplessly as they made their getaway. "Good luck," the husky said, patting the ferret on the head and wiping his paw off on the ferret's chest.
He turned again to the audience, then looked down at his stiff cock, dripping pre still. He was frozen. The fireplace popped placidly behind him, the heat lapping against his tail. And there the timid little ferret sat, drenched in cum, his open, sticky paw resting on his thigh, and a look of sublime confusion on his face to meet the crowd's.