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Loving a Giant

By Seraph LeSabre

Starring Bastion's Ollie and Russel

Seraph LeSabre

Olliver always pedaled extra hard when he made his way to Russel's house. The teen spent many a weekend at his brother's friend's place, with his mom always grateful for the occasional chance to have the house to herself. Ollie, meanwhile, was always excited to spend time with his new boyfriend - while his mom wasn't quite filled into that particular part of his and Russel's friendship, the thirteen-year-old hybrid raccoon-dog-slash-bat-slash-weasel was just happy to finally have someone.

As the teen reached Russel's apartment, he was greeted by... well, at least his boyfriend's legs and torso. While most mixed-breeds looked like half of one breed poured into half of another, Russel looked more like a full sized rottweiler PLUS a full sized Bernese mountain dog. At over two meters tall, he towered over most people, not least of all the small and wiry Ollie. He greeted his young friend in a baggy pair of cargo pants and a large hoodie, a staple fashion choice for those whose particular measurements ruled out shopping at most clothing stores, and ushered him on inside, effortlessly lifting Ollie's bike over his shoulder like it were made of paper and carrying it with him.

Inside, Ollie made himself right at home. The two had originally met through Ollie's brother, Ethan, who dated Russel for a brief fling. The two stayed in touch after, though, and while Ethan was off touring with his band, Russel often offered to babysit his kid brother. One morning, Russel awoke to a small cub snuggled up to him in his bed after a nightmare, his morning wood sandwiched between the two of them, and ever since then the two were hooked on each other.

"I bet I can take you this time!" Ollie taunted, dropping his backpack on Russel's couch. The large canine paused for a moment to figure out just what Ollie's meant, breathing a sigh of relief as the mix picked up his soccer ball, "I've been practicing a lot!"

Russel chuckled a bit and patted his boyfriend on the head. The Rottweiler-mix was enormous in size, and had a cock to match. His sheath was the same size as Ollie's dick when he was fully hard (an experiment they had fun conducting), and he could tell that if he tried to penetrate the small boy, he'd end up seriously hurting him. Thus, the two were a bit restricted in certain activities, but they never ran out of ways to experiment.

The two left Russels apartment and headed to the park directly behind. Two small soccer goals were set up, giving them plenty of room to play around. Russel stood in between the goalposts, planting his feet firmly as Ollie walked out several meters. He set the ball down and stepped back from it, taking extra time to stare at the goalposts, adjust for the wind, and line up his shot. He primed his muscles, and as he began to run toward the ball, he could practically see the physics formulas in front of him as he kicked the ball on the perfect trajectory to pass Russel into the goal. He launched the ball forward with perfect form, watching it careen forwards, the perfect shot to rocket past Russel... who simply reached his arm out without even moving his shoulders to effortlessly swat the ball away.

"Womp womp." Russel nonchalantly teased as he tossed the ball back to Ollie. The mix stamped his foot as he set the ball back up.

"That's just the warmup!" Ollie argued as he went for another kick. Russel deflected it again with ease, along with the next dozen shots that Ollie kicked his way. It was hardly a fair matchup - even other college students Russel's same age didn't like to play against him. But Ollie was nothing if not persistent - it was one of the Rottie's favorite things about him.

The boy ran around trying to score against Russel until he finally ran out of steam. He lied back and melodramatically sprawled out of the grass, holding his arms up.

"Oh no, I can't move my legs," Ollie lamented, "I need to be carried."

"It's like... fifty feet back to the apartment," Russel gawked while standing over Ollie, "And aren't you a little old for piggyback rides?"

"What's the point of having a gigantic boyfriend if I can't get a few rides out of it?" Ollie retorted. Russel had no response ready.

Russel leaned forward and took Ollie's paws in his own, effortlessly lifting the teen to his feet. He then turned around and knelt, letting comparatively tiny mix climb up onto his back and wrap his arms and legs around him. Russel stood back up, easily able to carry the boy back to his apartment while Ollie rested his head on the Rottweiler's shoulder, closing his eyes and sniffing at him happily. He smelled like he'd clearly gone for a jog a few hours prior, and hadn't bothered to shower after - Ollie loved it.

The two made it back to Russel's apartment, where Ollie dismounted. The teen stretched his arms over his head, then reached back down to pull off his shirt. He chuckled sheepishly as he exposed his soft-furred chest and belly, with three rows of nipples starting at his pecs. Russel blushed a bit as Ollie chucked his shirt off to the corner before undoing his belt and dropping his baggy shorts, leaving him in a pair of short-cut boxer-briefs.

"Couldn't want to get those off, could you?" Russel tried to groan, despite his wagging tail betraying him.

"What? I worked up a good sweat out there!" Ollie deflected, plopping down on Russel's couch and picking up a Playstation controller.

"Yeah, you're right," Russel teased as he grabbed a cold, refreshing Dr. Pepper from the fridge, "All those goals you didn't score must've really worn you out."

"That's cold," Ollie pouted, "You know it's like trying to kick past a brick wall!"

Russel sat down beside Ollie and tousled the boy's hair. Even seated, Russel was massive, making his couch look more like a loveseat. Ollie wasted no time in scooting in close to his boyfriend, leaning against him as the large Rottweiler mix took out his phone and began to order a pizza via app.

While Russel's video game collection was mostly obscure JRPGs, he kept a few shooters around for Ollie. He'd picked up the new Wolfenstein game mostly to watch his chimeric boyfriend play - he was prone to motion sickness when he played those games, but was was totally okay with watching Ollie engage in some good old fashioned Nazi-killing. Ollie climbed up onto Russel's lap, melting into the oversized canine as he bashed in Nazis and shotgunned Klansmen with wanton disregard for the dry-cleaning bills for bloodstains on those Hugo Boss uniforms and white robes.

As Ollie played, Russel placed his large paws on the boy's sides, gently holding him in close. He gently stroked over the chimeric boys chest and stomach, resisting the temptation to play with Ollie's six nips. He'd learned the hard way that Ollie was quite a bit sensitive about his multiple sets of nipples, and as much as the canine loved them, the extra defensiveness that teasing them provoked just wasn't worth it. Ollie nestled into Russel's lap, his soft bottom pressed right up against the Rottie-hybrid's sheath. The rottie let out a soft moan as his paws stroked down his boy's chest, down to his stomach and finally down to rest on Ollie's...

Diiiiiiing!

The two were interrupted by the doorbell, dinner coming early. Ollie hopped up out of Russel's lap, the rottie giving his rear a pat as he stood. He strolled to the door and accepted the large, cheesy pizza, having to crouch down a bit to collect and hand over a tip. Ollie's long, bushy tail was swishing around happily behind him as he hopped over to the table, hungrily grabbing at a slice as soon as Russel set the box down. The young teen hungrily dug into pizza as Russel casually lifted a slice, devouring it in just a few bites. The massive rottie quickly went through the thick crust pizza, eating slices like they were chips, while Ollie munched on them slowly, only opting for a couple slices himself.

Their dinner conquered, Ollie bounded back for the couch. Once Russel sat back down beside him, though, Ollie dropped the controller and swung himself around, climbing into the Rottweiler hybrid's lap facing him. He straddled his boyfriend and reached down between them to pull away Russel's hoodie and shirt, exposing the thick black, brown and white fur beneath. Russel blushed as he pulled his top the rest of the way off and tossing it aside - he hadn't had a chance to shower after work or playing outside with Ollie. The teen didn't take much of an issue with it, sinking into Russel's chest and burying his face in the canine's warm, musky fur. Ollie pressed his hips up against Russel's stomach, starting to get stiff in his tight-fitting boxer briefs.

Russel just smiled and placed one of his oversized paws on Ollie's ass, his thumb resting under the waistband of the boys undies. The canine leaned his head down to place a soft kiss on Ollie's head as the boy rubbed his body up against the large Bernese-Rottweiler. Ollie let his soft fluffy tail hang down behind him as he rocked his hips forward, rubbing the tent in his undies against Russel's lap to feel his boyfriend's sheath stir. Russel shuddered as his pants started to feel far tighter, but Ollie was pressed in too close for him to do anything about it - he suspected the teasing was slightly more intentional than innocent-little-Ollie tried to make it seem.

"You sure seem to be enjoying yourself down there." Russel teased as he slid his paw down Ollie's undies, giving his soft-furred rear a firm squeeze.

"Mrrrphbuuuuh." Ollie responded, his muzzle buried deep within the thick fluff of Russel's chest.

"C'mon, up with you," Russel reached an arm under Ollie and easily lifted him up, "You and I are both stankboys, and that needs to be fixed before bed."

Ollie huffed and squirmed a bit, but Russel's hold was like a vise - no escape! Russel carried his boyfriend into the bathroom, setting him down and peeling away his boxer briefs. Ollie's turquoise cock sprang up, standing at attention as he helped Russel out of his baggy cargo pants. Russel's black flared cocktip was already poking out of his fluffy white sheath as Ollie wrapped his arms tight around the huge canine, head nestling into his stomach with his chest rubbing up against the Rottweiler's heavy sheath and balls. The nude canine just chuckled and lifted Ollie by his hips, setting him in the shower and turning on the hot water.

Russel had to duck to get into his shower, grunting as the still-cold water hit his fur. Ollie was already letting the cold water run over his dark purple fur, undeterred by the cold. Russel had to turn up the water a bit more to let the heat from it penetrate his thick fur, an ironic side effect to how warm it normally kept him. Ollie grabbed a bottle of Russel's FLÜF-brand shampoo, squirting a little too much into his long ringtail and soaping up his fur.

"Hey, careful!" Russel grabbed the bottle from Ollie before he could empty $20 worth of imported european shampoo onto his tail, "A little bit goes a long way with that!"

Ollie blushed, his thick tail now almost completely covered in suds - he'd forgotten just how far a few little drops of that stuff went. His face then lit up as he took his tail in his paws, brushing it against Russel's sheath to help soap him up, using his thick tail as a loofah. Russel smirked, having a hard time staying mad at the cub as he rubbed his soapy tail up against his bits. He reached down and grabbed Ollie's rear, pulling him in and crouching down to place a light kiss on his lips.

"You're a dork, you know." Russel chuckled, giving Ollie's cheek a playful lick before squirting some shampoo into his paw, soaping up his torso as Ollie made sure his sheath was very nice and clean. The entire time, Ollie's turquoise erection stood at full mast, just waiting for an equally thorough cleaning.

As Ollie started to rinse off his tail, Russel grabbed the boy by the hips and lifted him up. He pressed the young teen up against the shower wall so he could rest his legs on the canine's shoulders.

"Well since you used so much of my good shampoo, I'm going to need to save as much of it as I can now."

Ollie blushed as Russel's muzzle poked between his legs, his broad wet tongue dragging up along the boy's tight balls and up along his blue shaft. Ollie gasped and moaned, his toes curling as Russel lapped along his bits, cleaning him very thoroughly with his tongue. Even though it was hardly the first time he'd tasted the boy, he never got tired of how Ollie tasted - he was even convinced that the chimeric cub's pre tasted slightly minty, but Ollie insisted that it was just the color that made him think that.

"R-Russel..." Ollie moaned, squirming and leaning his head back as the canine's tongue flicked over his sensitive head. The teen felt like he could explode any moment... until Russel pulled his head away and eased Ollie down.

"Think you're clean enough now." Russel beamed, wiping his lips. Ollie just pouted and crossed his arms across his chest, turquoise erection still sticking straight out after a rather rude teasing.

Russel helped rinse himself and Ollie down, then turned off the hot water. He ushered Ollie out and helped dry him off. He picked the boy back up and carried him into his bedroom, setting him down on his bed as he fumbled through his dresser for his pajamas. Ollie chose to remain nude, his hard-on finally retreating back to his sheath.

"You're mean, you know?" Ollie scolded, sitting with his legs spread on the bed, "A gentleman would've finished the job!"

"A gentleman also would have let you score a few goals against him," Russel retorted, pulling on his pajama shirt while leaving his bottoms aside, "I guess you don't want to snuggle up against such a boor."

Russel flopped down on his gigantic bed and stretched out, his feet still sticking out over the edge of the king-sized bed. Ollie rolled on top of Russel, straddling the Bernese-Rottie's thighs and letting his sheath bump up against the canine's. The boy reached down and placed his small paws on his boyfriend's sheath, starting to knead gently to coax out that jet black cock. He let out a happy gasp as his efforts were rewarded, Russel's warm shaft growing into his paws. The cub immediately leaned in, dragging his tongue along its length as it grew over a foot in length and almost thick enough to wrap his arms around.

"Be careful there, hun," Russel cautioned Ollie, shifting carefully and lifting his hips just a bit, "Don't go hurting yourself."

Ollie nodded, managing to at least wrap his lips around Russel's tapered cockip, using his paws to stroke along the rest of the length. The boy lapped at the large canine's warm thick meat, humping forward just a bit at his oversized groin. There was no way he was going to take Russel's entire cock, but damn it he was going to do everything he could to impress his boyfriend. After the teasing before on the couch and in the shower, it didn't take too long for Russel to shoot several thick, viscous globs of spoo onto Ollie's muzzle.

Ollie blushed as he licked his lips clean, only to have Russel sit up and pull the cub into his lap, setting him so his still-hard cock could between the boy's cheeks. He kissed Ollie's lips and helped clean his sticky mess off the purple fur. Ollie just yawned and lied his head against Russel's chest, too tired to ask for his own turn for some fun.

The next morning, Ollie awoke to a warm, wet feeling around his groin. Russel had woken up first, and just couldn't help himself seeing Ollie's morning wood just sticking right out under the sheets. The canine had amused himself by just playing with Ollie's springy turquoise flesh for longer than he'd admit, but finally went about waking up the boy by nestling his head between his legs, taking his whole cock and even his balls into his muzzle to lap at. Ollie awoke just as he started to shoot off a few ropes of cum into the canine's mouth, blushing deep red as he pulled back the covers to see Russel's grinning face.

"C'mon you, time to get ready for the day," Russel coaxed, helping Ollie out of bed, "If you can actually score a goal against me, maybe I'll give you an extra special treat."

Ollie didn't know what he had in mind, but the purple dingbat hopped out of bed, anxious to find out. The two were hardly compatible as far as anybody else could see, but Ollie and Russel were ready to stick with each other no matter what.