The Bet
A ferret makes a bet with a tiger.
The Bet
By Danath
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"Same terms as always?"
The black swivel chair croaked under the white tiger's enormous, muscular body as he turned around, a grin curling at the corners of his wide, square muzzle, covered in thick white fur. Black lips parted, showing both rows of sharp teeth and fangs glinting in the sunlight streaming in through the window of the small, upstairs office. A t-shirt clung to his biceps and pecs, straining around the bowling ball-sized contours of the huge male's body. The shirt ended a few inches above his six-pack, showing off the silky white fur covering his torso, before the black waistband of his gym shorts interrupted. The black stripes carved like obsidian across the dense white fur shifted as he crossed his arms and leaned back, a smirk forming across his face as his thighs spread apart, allowing the plentiful bulge within to plop outwards, onto and over the lip of the black office chair.
Across the room, standing in the doorway, a short and defiant ferret glared down the bridge of his sharply slanted, short face. The mottled pink nose at the end quivered, the scent of the white tiger already sending thrills down the brown-furred male's long and narrow backside. He was fit - moderate musculature across his slender shoulders and chest, lean and strong thighs, a flat and shaped stomach - but the ferret was no comparison for the enormous feline in terms of size. For this competition, however, raw strength wasn't the most important attribute.
Effie's nose quivered again and he pulled at the waistband of his own shorts, a baggy blue pair, allowing the growing size of his maleness to rest more comfortably in the jock strap clinging to his hips and outlining his round, pert rear end. He swished the tip of his tail behind him, closing the door to the office with a gentle click, and stepped forward, a confident grin on his face.
"Same terms. But this time, I'm going to win."
The tiger's ears twitched in response. His expression didn't change. Taking the lack of reaction personally, the ferret squinted his eyes, furrowing the stripe of brown crossing his upper face amidst the sea of cream-colored fur wrapping around his head and neck, a lighter shade of the dark brown coating the rest of his sinewy body.
"Don't believe me? I've been training. Just you wait..."
"Let's see... you've been a member for 3 years now," the tiger said, his voice a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room. Dampened walls kept the office a quiet haven for the tiger, isolating him from the noise and hubbub of the gym downstairs for when he required privacy to conduct his business. "Fourth time's the charm?"
The ferret's eyes widened a bit as the tiger used the same line he'd done the year before, only updated, then closed again. His pace increased and in moments he knelt between the tiger's enormous thighs, glaring at the massive outline of the feline sheath jutting out against the fabric.
"Just you wait," Effie grumbled.
The ferret's fingers stretched out, and though his tone may have been harsh, his paws were anything but. They caressed the outline of the feline's flaccid member, stroking slowly across the sides before slipping up to the top, pressing the slippery shorts in tighter over the top of the sheath and stretching the thickness outwards, into the ferret's slender chest. Effie's heart raced as he inhaled, shuddering at the rapid onset of symptoms Atari's musk elicited. He was, of course, fully erect himself by now, though by touch, Effie could tell Atari wasn't anywhere close yet.
In that case...
The ferret's fingers stretched upwards and grasped the edge of the waistband of the black shorts. His knuckles scraped down the tiger's hard belly, indenting slightly before rebounding away. Atari's rumble loudened as Effie dragged the shorts away and down, though it wasn't until the tiger deigned to lift his hips a bit that the fabric traveled to his ankles, leaving him in just a jockstrap and t-shirt. The outline of his swollen sheath shifted under Effie's paws, while the cup struggled to accommodate the fullness of his enormous orbs. Each white-furred nut was larger than both of Effie's paws put together - almost the size of his own head. The ferret's nostrils flared as he sank his fingers into the sheath before dragging down over the jock to the sac, eliciting some curious rumbling from the tiger, who relaxed further back into his chair.
Before long, the firm massage caused the thick maleness to shove the waistband of the jock downwards, revealing the mountainous white sheath below. The strap pulled all the way down to the base of the sheath, where the rotund sac prevented it from dropping any further. Effie's fingers stroked across the fuzz as he leaned in closer, eyes wide at the sight of the fat jet black stalk resting inside, visible through the tip of the growing sheath. Leaning down, the ferret's muzzle opened wide, stretching until the fur across his cheeks splayed wildly. His eyes closed as he pressed his muzzle down against the tip of the sheath while both paws squeezed and stroked with the lay of the fur along the base, just above where the jock strap squeezed in above his balls. The tiger's rumble deepened as he shifted his paws behind his head, relaxing even further while adhering to the rules of the bet.
Effie's jaw stretched enough to allow him to position his muzzle around the tip of the sheath, but before long his cheeks bulged outwards on both sides as the tiger's maleness filled out, pressing straight from his hips and into the ferret's muzzle. Effie's eyes squeezed tight as he pushed his head down, straightening his neck and shoulders as he felt the warm, musky length spread across his tongue and fill his mouth to the back of his throat. The flaccid arousal throbbed once, a warning familiar to the ferret, who knew the next part to be the most difficult.
But not this year. This year, he had a plan.
Atari's growl went up a pitch as the ferret's throat swallowed, dragging the half-hard tiger stalk deeper into his throat before it could fully expand. Effie's fingers pulled at the tiger's sheath, pushing it down so his small, dextrous fingers could squeeze directly around the sensitive root of the feline's erection. Smoothing his fur across the huge veins crawling up the length, some of which were thick as his thumb, Effie couldn't help but picture in his mind's eye the thickness, the girth, the sheer size of Atari's huge length, but also the body attached, a powerful and ripped masculine figure fully capable of pinning him down and rutting him right into paste.
Of course, as much as Effie wouldn't mind that, the terms of the their bet wouldn't allow it. So the ferret did the work himself, shuddering and snorting, swallowing, throat bulging, trying to keep his nose buried in the tiger's sheath as the growing arousal filled him from within, stretching his lips taut as the huge cock straightened and arched. A tremble ran down the length as the pressure of the ferret's throat rippled across the fattening pole.
"So this... is your new... mmmph... tactic. Can't say I... mmmmind!"
Effie's tail lifted of its own accord as a bulge formed from one end of his neck to the other. His eyes widened as his knees left the floor momentarily, his entire body suspended in air by the half-erect length spearing his muzzle. The ferret's nostrils opened and closed as he slid involuntarily away from the tiger's base, though grasping both paws around the dangling orbs and squeezing his paws tight like a cockring prevented him from sliding more than a few inches. Effie's paws pressed together, eliciting another huff and gasp from the feline, as he felt a generous tremble somewhere in his belly. His hips were behind him by now, and his toes extended, legs straight, keeping his backside in line with the monstrously huge erection the muscular tiger wielded. The feline's thighs clenched, outlining the powerful cords of muscle running beneath the silky black and white striped pelt, before the flex traveled up his belly, over his pecs, across his shoulders, and down his meaty biceps.
"You have been... mmmmpracticing," Atari crooned, grunting as he looked down to watch the ferret's backside lift up into the air again. He made his cock flex a few more times, lifting the ferret's small body until it was hanging at a preposterous 45-degree angle face-first into his crotch. "And you kept up on the grip strength... that you tried... last... nnnnnnnyear!"
The ferret would have smiled if possible, but considering the massive girth shoved unceremoniously down his throat and into his growing belly, he settled for squeezing his fingers even more tightly around the tiger's sac, above the hanging orbs, making sure the feline was going to get pent-up and teased, edged before explosion. The most dangerous part, Effie thought, was done - now was the time to let loose and make the tiger seed. After all, the first year he hadn't gotten past the tiger's tip. The second year, he got to the base, but the tiger's nuts knocked him off before he could make the feline cum. Last year, he'd introduced his iron grip technique, much to Atari's obvious pleasure. This year, he'd kicked his training up a notch and hatched this plan - get the tiger inside, then get him hard. So far, so good.
Atari's rumbling pleasure echoed around the room as the ferret's biceps pushed and pulled his body up and down the flexing arousal. Effie pulled his legs up, then stretched them out towards the tiger's belly, keeping his knees bent around the bulge of his own stomach as the feline's enormous cock thrust between them. The ferret's incredible flexibility went on full display as he worked his acrobatic body over the jet black staff, warm and tight, stroking with glee from the tip to the base, each time trying to stuff his nostrils into the musky white fur of the feline's sheath. From the way the tiger huffed his breaths, trying not to let out too many obvious groans, Effie was sure his plan would work. This year, victory would be his.
The sounds of claws shredding fabric were music to Effie's ears. The huge length twitched, then again and again, rapidly distending his belly with the outline of the huge cock. He could feel it grinding between his knees as the flexible ferret dragged himself down before pushing himself up, performing one vertical push-up after another, an impressive display all on its own. Beneath his fingers, Effie could feel the massive cantaloupes drawing up tight, pulling and squeezing inwards as his iron grip prevented their release.
That was good. Effie squeezed harder, though his wrists trembled with the effort of holding back the muscular feline's load. His brain, racing, breathing erratic, knowing what was to come and still not quite sure if he really could handle it. There was no turning back now. The time was soon. The flesh was warm, stretching him, filling him, fatter, larger, bigger, harder, until his whole body flexed with the rhythmic pulse of the muscular tiger's need. Almost... almost...
Effie's ears pitched around. The tiger was completely silent - not even breathing. The huge balls wiggled under his palms, taut as overinflated balloons, more than twice their original size, several times larger than the ferret's head. The flex of the thighs, the heat of the tiger's musk and fur and muscle all around him, the final aching throb of the shaft deep within...
Now.
Effie let go, but then grabbed onto the tiger's sheath, digging his fingers into the fur to hold on tight.
Atari gasped, a small noise from a big cat.
The base of the tiger's cock fattened noticeably. A flood of thick cream shoved forward, blasting from deep within the aroused male's overstimulated body, only to be stopped by the sharp clamp of the ferret's lips around the base. A few more pulses, another gasp, and the flood breached, pumping and pulsing wetly through the tiger's rigid arousal. Effie could feel the bloat immediately, the familiar sensation of his stomach suddenly growing as larger as the rest of him together. It wrapped between and around his legs as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His body, overwhelmed with the potency, the heat, the sheer masculine power of the tiger's eruption, sagged as his weight pulled the huge shaft down until it was pointing at the floor. Unable to stop the flow with his muzzle buried to the base as it was, and essentially pinned by the length to the floor, Effie could do little but gurgle as thick white cum drained from his nostrils in two huge streams, soaking down his slender chest before rolling over the huge stretched belly squeezing around his legs. His shirt pulled up, covering only his pecs, as his stomach bloated larger yet with each fresh blast of tiger spooge.
Eventually, the ferret filled to the brim, and gallons of jizz ran out of his muzzle, squeezing and squirting past the trembling tonnage of midnight black cock twitching inside him. Effie's brain blanked, and it was all he could do to keep his paws stroking around the magnificent base of the shaft, keeping the flood pumping deep inside. Atari was huffing good now, trembling and clenching his thighs as the tight confines of the ferret's body sent unearthly good feelings along his cock.
Effie wasn't sure how long it took to milk the last few splurts of seed from Atari's thickness, but eventually the tiger's half-hard length pushed up and out of his throat, followed by what seemed like an even longer period of drainage, during which the massive tiger's thickness dripped fresh drizzles across his backside and shoulders. Effie groaned as he felt the pressure in his belly, more intense than any year previous. Had he... had he won the bet?
Effie couldn't tell yet, of course. Taking a load like that wasn't something one did casually. He did manage, however, to twist his head upwards and grin at the tiger, looking past the enormously thick half-hard cock, the solid belly and bulging abs, to the smirking muzzle of the bemused feline.
"Even if I lost, I feel like I've won," the big male purred. "A bet's a bet, though. This year your membership is free."
The ferret's eyes closed, a warm haze of victory settling in amidst his delicously full afterglow, as he sprawled out on his backside across the wooden floor of the office, allowing his massively swollen belly to wiggle and slosh around him. He burped a few times, not bothering to excuse himself as he gasped for breath amidst the taste of the tiger's musk and seed.
A pair of massive paws wrapped around Effie's hips. The ferret looked up, surprised, and stared over the huge bulge of his swollen belly at the tiger, who was kneeling between his legs, massive cock draping over the swollen ferret gut.
"I've got a new bet to propose," Atari said, baring his teeth in a friendly grin. "If I win, you tell me what your name is short for."
"Sounds... good," Effie gasped, unable to even lift his arms as the tiger spread his thighs apart. "But what's the bet?"
A moment later, he felt the tip of the tiger's fat cock grind above his tail, flattening against the twin curves of his backside. Effie's muzzle dropped open as his toes curled. A whimper of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt the tiger's claws stroke through his fur. This time, the big male would be no standby participant - the bet was new. Different. Huge.
"Work hard, and you might win this bet... within... nnmnnfffff... the decade!"