Everyone Gives Chocolate Hearts
Their lips pressed together tightly in a wild kiss. Fox tongue writhed against wolf teeth and vice versa leaving the two nimble muscles to wrestle wetly for position. Muffled moans and deep breaths filled the quaint little apartment while Ian and Craig showered each other in love.
Being the expert he was, Craig turned his head suddenly to lock their lips flush to each other and pushed his tongue forcefully into the fox's maw. Ian just gasped and let the talented tongue do as it wanted, shivering as the impossibly flexible organ curled around his own and stroked at it slowly before he broke the kiss with a triumphant grin.
"Feels good, yeah?" he insisted, pulling his lover against his side. "Thought of it last night after we cleaned you up but I wanted to practice before I tried it out."
Ian recoiled with faux-shock despite the gentle phantoms of sensation still tickling his sensitive tongue. "I hope you have a kissing machine."
"Nah just my girlfriend. Spend like 3 hours kissing her a day, plenty of time to experiment."
Not to be teased to sharply, the cheery fox batted Craig's shoulder and nestled into the crook of his neck. He brushed his paw slowly through the thick fur of the wolf's bare chest, sifting down to the skin to feel the firm detail of the muscle hidden by the warm grey fur. After six months together, Ian still loved to explore his sweetheart's body like he did when they met. A soft smile traced the fox's face while his finger traced the line that separated the cream from the brown on Craig's belly.
Craig of course loved the attention. He stretched out as long as he could make himself then relaxed, letting his arm spill around Ian's shoulder to hold him close. Satisfied lupine growls rolled off his throat while he enjoyed the scratch of fox claws against his sides.
"So domestic already, shorty," he joked as he tussled Ian's headfur. "Anyway I got you a little present."
The wolf reached over his lover carefully and shoved the camouflage hiding his surprise. The little red box was tied in a white ribbon with fine gilded stitching that read "House of Sweets". The little package was the kind one would expect from a TV show to save the awkward display of tearing the packaging; the top lifted off, keeping the bow neatly intact to reveal twelve rosy coloured chocolates made in the shape of little hearts. Ian, a notorious lover of anything cacao related, beamed and used every ounce of willpower in his body not snatch and snack on the candies right that second.
Instead he took them graciously and admired the tiny white ribbons drawn on them in white chocolate. "These are too nice, Craig," he commented swooningly. "I didn't get you anything. I --"
The wolf instantly shut him up by plucking up a blushing heart and popped it quickly into the fox's mouth. Milk chocolate bliss filled Ian's senses, melting into a warm thick puddle of flowery sweetness that seemed to draw the fox's whole being inward toward his mouth so he could savour it with every bit of his body.
Craig chuckled darkly, the chuckle that had once led to them confronting Ian's fear of heights via roller coaster and a video making rounds on the internet of the same fox doing a strip tease in polka dotted panties. The wolf could convince his little Ian to do most anything and this time it was as easy as making him open his mouth. The vulpine opened his mouth for more, fur standing on end at the taste and feeling of being fed marvelous chocolates, and Craig graciously obliged.
The feeling was perhaps a little too intense for simple chocolate but as another rosy heart was pressed against his lips then slipped gently against his tongue Ian forgot all about it and sucked on the fuzzy fingers feeding him. He took special care to melt the sweet against his palette so he could lavish his sweetheart in loving licks.
"Now, don't be scared, shorty. You'll be just fine." The wolf explained to Ian's sudden fear.
Before he could really panic the fox could feel his body sink. Not only did it sink, it felt like it was falling in on itself. He looked at his extremities wildly, watching his sleeves consume his fingers while the sinking and condensing feelings gradually became a gentle tingle. He finally looked into the sinister, eager, loving face of the catalyst tormenting him once again. Before he could cry out or ask him to stop though, Ian was swallowed into the folds of his now empty shirt.
Ian fumbled in a sea of heavy cloth. He clawed and tugged at the meaningless folds, searching for some sort of gap but it seemed something was churning the currents of fabric. The fox was suddenly struck with the fear of being lost forever and just before the panic set in light appeared around him.
"See?" boomed Craig as a pair of god-like brown fingers plucked the poor fox from his cloth dungeon. "You're fine. In a couple ways now."
The naked vulpine cringed as his only-partially-roller-coaster-cured fear set in. He hid his nethers, not so much out of trying to hide himself but to protect himself in case the ground might suddenly rush up at him and kick him in the balls, and swung pendulously as his innocent scruff was stretched like it hadn't been since he was a kit. There was no feeling like it though, swinging in the air with no rhythm but the gentle currents of the air conditioner and the subtle shifts of Craig's fingers.
"What did you do?" Ian squeaked.
The wolf just laughed and set his shrunken prize on the surface of the dinette and leaned down. "I made you bite size. Remember when I promised I would never eat you?"
The fox's ears shot back against his head and he stumbled onto his rump, starting to crawl away.
"Oh come on, shorty. I promised. I know I joke but you trust me right? I will never eat you. But for a little while you're gonna have some face time with my tongue."
To make his point the wolf rolled out the nimble muscle and licked Ian from his toes to the tip of his nose in one quick slurp. Moist but not soaked, the fox turned and took a step around to escape his beloved's dickish advances but only found himself scooped off his tiny feet. The fox was a little more than bite-size once he was in Craig's mouth for real. He was big enough to fill the length of his muzzle and most of of it's width. Kind of like a fleshy sleeping bag. Hot air swirled around him in slow breathes, muggy and heavy but surprisingly soothing; it was like being home during the summer when the air gets oppressive and it makes the world lazy and quiet.
His pink, fleshy bed was wet and comfortable, writhing beneath him gently so Craig could enjoy the taste of his miniature boyfriend. Even surrounded by sharp, sparking white teeth, Ian quickly found his fate to be a pleasant surprise especially when the long tongue curled upward, spreading his legs apart to rub at his crotch. It was a little forceful but it felt good to have his back arched up to present his sheath to the warm tip gliding up and down slowly.
His sheath peeled back and forth around his swelling meat, revealing his head to the tongue and teasing him turgid even faster until even on the upstrokes he was grinding against that slightly rough sheet. Ian couldn't help but rock his hips into the wolf's tongue or quiver with breath of cool air followed by a flush of heat. The fox reached out to grasp at something but suddenly the muscle twisted, turning him turbulently onto his belly to change tactics.
The tongue writhed in awkward but no less wonderful circles beneath him, smearing Ian's steadily leaking precum against the textured taste buds. The fox finally had something to reciprocate, running his fingers against his lover's tender muscle, tracing along the shifting grooves and thrusting haphazardly against the writhing circle. Just as the happy vulpine was getting close those fingers came again to pluck him off the nimbus of love.
"See? Isn't everything I make you do a good idea?" Craig implored setting the little fox down on the table again.
Slowly his hands retreated to the waist of his jeans and Ian's eyes opened wide watching as brown fingers unhooked the belt and button keeping him modest. After a cascade of denim slumped to the floor, ten monstrous inches of black, pre-slicked wolf cock flopped into the air throbbing insistently.
Ian found himself scooped up again, this time by a soft palm, and carried closer to the meaty rod just short of twice his size. The musky air was thick in that groin, swampy and wonderfully masculine. It blurred the shrunken brain overwhelmed by pheromones and sensation until he was pressed against the heat of his flesh. The tiny tongue lashed out hungrily at the salty-sweet skin and it's own heady flow of fluid showering his head in wolf lust. The fox was just as happy here as he was up higher, feeling his body dragged up and down the fat length slowly, experimentally.
Suddenly, though, Ian was pulled further than before. Up past the swollen crown until, with a glance down he could see the wolf's goal. He fought down the urge to try to escape again and just trusted his lover to know what he was doing. There was little he could do about it at this point anyway. The sloppy wet meatus slowly drifted toward him, pressing against the fox's rump to soak his legs and tail in thick hot juice.
Ian squirmed gently and learned fast to enjoy the feeling, squirting his belly with his own musky pre while he wiggled and shifted trying to get the big slab of flesh to tease his hole open, knowing it would never fit like this. Hearing his wolf moan at the sensation made him work a little harder, brushing it with his tail while he reached down to rub the head with his tiny paws. Faster and more eagerly he used his tiny size to really explore the most sensistive nerves on his fat tip until he was moved again, turned over and around until he was facing the wall.
A yip escaped the fox's mouth when the tongue returned to his body and slurped slowly at the precum soaked rump. Long, hot laps of wolf tongue swirled and snaked between his cheeks prodding at his whole and juggling his balls clumsily. Ian moaned as loudly as he could, glancing down at the black meat being stroked far beneath the loving rimjob made tongue bath.
Precum jetted sloppily onto the table giving the dull wood a moist shine in the light but once again Ian found himself flipped in his wolf's massive paw and made prey to the wonderful muscle. It curled around his cock sucking firmly at it while it undulated and stroked for his precum. The fox thrust back hard into the greedy organ until he was pulled wildly over the edge. Streams of his thick seed gushed into his lover's mouth to be carried away each and every time by the talented tongue.
And he never stopped licking, each pass making the fox cum that little bit harder until his balls simply couldn't handle anymore, relaxing and settling despite the licks. Finally his loins were still and the licking slowed to a stop, leaving him to bask in the wet afterglow. The slow sensation of being lowered back to the table was nice but soon the swampy smell reminded him the night wasn't over.
He was hit with a glob of precum before his eyes locked onto the meaty black cock again but soon enough he was swimming in the stuff while it swung down to meet him. It's weight was heavy against his chest, and heavier as the wolf began to thrust, carefully but firmly. Ian groaned and did the best he could to help his wolf along but the pressure kept him pinned mostly in place, laying now face up on the wet sticky table for Craig to hump. And hump he did, over and over, barely failing to drown the poor, patient and surprisingly blissful fox while his boyfriend finished his share of their romp.
Finally, with a howl and gurgle roiling through his cock, Craig came hard. His cumshots were already a spectacle but while you're just 5 inches tall everything seems a lot bigger. Semen blasted like a shot from a cannon over the table, blazing a thick white trail over the surface then dribbling down on Ian's face in a thick, heavy glaze. Sputtering and gasping to escape his creamy prison the fox turned over onto his back, kneeling up only to be rocked by more thrusts and painted with more cum.
Blast after heavy copious blast coated the area, soaking the fox returned to his gleeful state now that he was free to breath. He didn't dare to count them but the wolf had been known for cumming ropes by the ounce and the last time they measured he was well over a dozen shots. This time was little different leaving something akin to the aftermath of a gooey white hurricane.
Ian started to climb to his feet, pushing the softening black shaft off his back but once again he was scooped up and drawn to the wolf's snout. The fox was suddenly very aware of how slimy he was; far from disgusted just that the cool air buffeting the still steamy, hot cum on his body showed just how thick a layer was coating his body from head to toe. He blushed, ears laid back gently as he looked up into the huge eyes of his sweet Craig.
But the pink organ interrupted what might have been a tender moment. Slowly it peeled off the thick layers cum off his front, wrapping between his legs teasingly then flicking at his chin. Ian leaned in close, hugging the the broad tongue as it writhed against him in chaotic patterns cleaning the cum out of his fur before it had a chance to get cool and crusty. Suddenly he was scooped up again and turned onto his back to finish the job slow and measured as always.
"What a wonderful surprise, hun," Ian panted softly into the fleshy roof of Craig's muzzle wagging his soppy tail slowly against his tongue. "So where's the antidote? Can't stay like this all night."
A gentle shift of tongue and a waiting paw spilled the fox out of Craig's mouth once more. "Oh no," he said disingenuously. "I forgot to pick them up. I guess you're just gonna have to wait it out. Until then..." His paw slipped toward his renewed erection. "I've got a couple more loads to shoot off."
The tiny vulpine was going to call foul but what did they say about love and war? Probably something about massive dicks.