Gaming Buddies
Gaming Buddies
By Tristan Hawthorne
Jag, Wings (c)Himself
Mortal Tris, Cosmo (c) Me. Ha!
Soul Calibur III (c) Project Soul
Jag had his upper body buried in a tangle of wires when the doorbell rang. He cursed and started working himself out of his entertainment system, his slender tail flicking and twitching around. He got up on all fours, arching his back with a groan, his tail floofing up a little. The doorbell rang again as he stood up, the black jaguar groaning a little, "I'm a-comin'..." He padded through the living room and into the entrance hall, before opening the door. "Oh my god, it's a Tris." Jag deadpanned.
A tall white hare stood on the other side, grinning, "Heya kitty." Jag grinned, giving his guest a quick lookover. The hare was wearing pretty nondescript clothing, a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt reading "My other life is EPIC. This is just an Alt." His snowy fur was contrasted sharply by the fact that wherever his flesh was visible, it was pitch black. This could be attributed to the fact that Tris was actually a hybrid, his mother a polar bear, his father a snowshoe hare. This also provided him with a lack of buck teeth like others of his kind, but rather sharp predatory incisors.
Jag stepped out of the doorway, "How's the bunny?"
"The bunny is good." Tris gave Jag a smirk as he padded in, eyes wandering over Jag's apparel. Jag closed the door and turned to Tris, smoothing out his own t-shirt (With the self-designed "OMG FURRIES" legend on it.) before, in the manner of his kind, he pounced.
Tris' eyes widened and he let out a sound too high pitched to be made by a furre his size, before crossing his arms in front of himself. The jaguar collided, wrapped his arms around Tris' chest and folded arms, and both fell back onto Jag's couch. After a nuzzle and a few licks of his soft tongue, Jag unwrapped and sat up, "The bunny is tasty too." He licked his lips, looking down at the large hare.
Tris rolled his eyes and wiped off his now drool soaked muzzle with his forearm, "C'Mon Jag, you gonna talk about how much you want me inside you, or are we gonna play video games?" Tris continued the double entendre, unaware of the feline's true meaning, just thinking the vorish kitty was playing with him. He liked to RP stuff like that online, but it was just a fantasy.
Jag looked disappointed, "Can't we have both?" He remained straddled on the prone hare, giving a playful grind to his hips. Tris grunted. Jag giggled and got off of his friend, padding over to the game system with a swish of his hips. Tris sat up and pulled one of the throw pillows onto his lap to hide the bulge growing there. As a result he was unprepared for the game controller thrown to him. Jag giggled, bringing his own back to the sofa, "Silly bunny."
Tris stuck his tongue out at the feline, "So what are we playing? I got some of my memory cards..." When he moved the pillow to reach into his pocket, Jag saw the receding bulge, still visible.
With a smirk the Jaguar answered, "I was thinking Soul Calibur III." He then eyed the memory cards Tris held in his paw, then eyed the PS2. He repeated this motion.
Tris sighed and stood, padding over to the console and got down on his knees, teardrop tail flitting a little. Jag grinned at the view as Tris looked through the memory cards for the correct game data, his hips swaying back and forth without his meaning to. Jag licked his lips, still having the bunny's taste in his mouth and hoped his plan would work. He wanted to feel Tris in his belly so badly...
When Tris turned he saw Jag rubbing his belly under his shirt while biting his lower lip. "Hungry, hon?" Jag mewled in surprise, opening his eyes as Tristan padded back to the sofa.
"Lets play some before we get anything." Jag flustered a little as he picked back up his controller, holding out the cord before crossing his legs on the sofa.
Tris grinned, "Soooor Caribal Schtheee!" He gave a poor imitation of Yoshimitsu's accent. Jag rolled his eyes and worked through the menu to the Vs option. They both made their way straight to the custom characters they had made.
Tris selected his ninja, a white otter named Cosmo, and Jag selected his Pegasus, Wings. Tris blinked at this character, "A Pegasus named 'Wings'. How original."
"Silence, Cat food." Jag stuck his tongue out at Tris.
Tris smirked at the vorish feline, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?"
"Nope. She told me to toy with it until it was too weak to run away." He gave a wide grin at the bunny. Tris just poked him in the belly as the announcer told them to fight.
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Cosmo spun his Kunai rapidly and jumped up into the air as Wings lunged at him, hoping to get the drop on him as it were from above. Wings swung his Great Sword and threw the otter to the ground. He skidded to the edge of the arena with a chirp, nearly going off the edge. He rolled up onto his paws in time to block the tall equine's attack, before spinning and with a poof of smoke, he was on the other side of the Pegasus. Spinning his kunai again, Cosmo charged up, flame starting to come from his paws and mouth, gathering in the space between his arms and chest, before projecting forth and knocking Wings down just as he turned around.
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"Cheap move!" Jag cried, smashing buttons on his controller.
Tris made Cosmo flip back to avoid Wing's rising attack, "You should be more nimble."
Jag pouted for a moment.
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Wings glowered at the ninja and awaited the attack, holding his great sword at one side. Cosmo took two steps forward and launched into the air, spinning. Wings waited for the last moment before he grunted, muscles flexing, and swung his giant sword around to collide with the nimble otter. Cosmo went flying, landing in the pond that bordered the ring on the north side. Wings spun his sword and buried a good third of it inbetween the stones paving the arena. "Forgive me now, but I must be on my way."
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Jag grinned with glee, unable to hold back his giggles. Tris put down his controller slowly, before falling over strategically onto the feline, tickling mercilessly. The jaguar yowled in surprise, writhing frantically. Tris managed to keep his face away from the flailing limbs, which he was glad to see had not extended their claws. Tris jumped up before Jag could adjust and padded into the kitchen, "I'm gonna make shakes, want one?"
Jag panted softly before he realized what the bunny had just said, "Okay, bunny, just make sure to use Chocolate syrup for mine instead of the powder mix. I like the taste better that way."
Tris padded to the cupboards and started looking around for the mixer. He found a big tub of chocolate milk mix and grinned, picking it up and putting it on the cover. He opened it, putting the plastic lid on the counter next to it upside down. Without looking down he opened another cupboard, finding the blender. He set it down carefully and spun on one unshod footpaw, pushing off the lower cabinets with his other paw, to propel himself to the refrigerator. Tris opened the fridge with one paw, reaching in to grab the milk, arched back and up, using his knee to shut the door, before using his free paw to open the freezer and grabbed the ice cream. Using his elbow to close that door he used the traction of one large pawpad to push off and skid back to the counter, where he set down the jug and the carton. Opening both he started looking for spoons, scoops, or other such tools. Finding the silverware he smiled and attacked the ice cream with a scoop, depositing two balls of vanilla in the blender, before pouring in some milk and a couple spoonfuls of the chocolate milk mix. He put the lid on the blender and the tub of mix. He froze, staring at the plastic lid. Upon it was written "Jag's Magic Potion". Flashes of earlier moments hit him, Jag's references to his flavor, and him as food to be toyed with until he could not resist, then that Jag didn't want to have a shake with the mix.... Then there was the fact that Jag, in his stories and roleplays, loved to use a potion to render his prey small enough to be gulped down whole. Tris continued to stare blankly at the lid.
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Jag heard a severe lack of blending from the kitchen. "You okay in there Tris?" He called loudly, his mind racing with how much he wanted to play with a tiny bunny before he finally gobbled him up.
After a long moment Tris called back, "I just realized I forgot to plug in the blender." The sound of a blender operating could be heard. It ended, then something thick was poured out into a cup and the original container washed out. There was more scooping and pouring, before the fridge was opened again. Milk was put away, and something smaller pulled out. The tell tale squirting sound of a chocolate syrup bottle was heard, before more blending. Jag grinned wide as he heard all the stuff being put away, before Tris came back in with two big cups of milkshake with straws, smiling slightly. He handed Jag one and sat down on the couch with his own, starting to sip with a soft chuur in the back of his throat at the flavor. Jag simply grinned wide and started to drink from his own.
Tris looked over and smirked softly on the side of his muzzle facing away from Jag. The feline's face looked a little confused as he noticed something odd about the taste in his shake. He kept drinking, trying to figure out what it was. As he got halfway down the shake he realized what was wrong. The shake didn't taste like chocolate syrup. It tasted like chocolate milk and vanilla. He spat up a little into the cup, and set it down rapidly. Tris set down his own drink, looking confused, "What's wrong hon...? Oh! I must have accidentally mixed them up when I came in, how silly a bunny I am..." He was grinning by the time he had finished talking, eyeing the kitty evilly.
"B-Bunny...?" Jag whimpered, knowing he had just swallowed enough of his own concoction to make him shrink considerably.
"Yes, my snack?" Tristan licked his lips mischievously, knowing from the feline's reaction that he had assumed correctly. A moment later he got his proof, the jaguar starting to shrink out of his clothes rapidly.
Jag acked when he realized the world was getting bigger, soon falling out of sight into his t-shirt. His only hope he knew was to get away from Tris until the potion wore off, in 24 hours...
Before he had even finished shrinking a giant white paw came into the shirt and snagged Jag by the scruff of his neck, picking him up, "Aww... such a cute little kitty... And delectable looking..." Tris giggled as he beheld Jag's new stature, eight inches tall at most. It seems he had not taken in enough to get him down to the 3-4 inches that he normally aimed for in stories and online. Jag weakly waved at Tris, who was just grinning wide with his alarmingly sharp teeth.
"Well, hon, it seems we have a bit of role reversal. You like that, don't you? Or is that something that you only fantasize about?" He said pointedly as his free paw drifted to his pants, "Lets see, 'Toy with your food until they're too weak to run away'? Sounds like a plan..."
"No! No bunny! Good bunny! No eat Kitty! Kitty isn't food!" Jag writhed desperately. Tris started to lower down as the feline's strong nostrils were hit with a sudden bout of bunny musk. He looked down to see Tris' pants were open, and his full bunny sheath was swollen, his sac hefted out and hanging over the bottom of his fly. Jag squirmed more wildly, "No! Bad Bunny!"
Before Jag could speak another word, Tris had stuffed the tiny feline into his sheath alongside his swelling member. "Mmmm..."
Jag acked and squirmed violently, before he felt the space suddenly get much tighter, then tighter again. Then a weight pushed down on him from above, pinning him harder to the hot bunny cock swelling behind him. He whimpered and struggled as it got hotter and muskier inside, starting to sweat as he squirmed, hoping he'd get slicker.
Tris groaned softly as he felt Jag struggling to work his way back up to the opening of his long sheath, having grabbed Jag's controller cord and wrapping it around his balls once, his sheath once, then his whole package twice, pinning Jag to his straining member within, before setting the controller atop his sheath and leaning back with his own controller. He had selected "Retry" and directed Cosmo into combo after stat-shattering combo on Wings, who stood by defenselessly as he was pummeled. In the real world Tris was moaning in ecstasy while biting his lower lip. Jag's controller was vibrating violently with every hit, and Jag was struggling as best he could against Tris' member. The cock itself was straining teasingly against the sheath itself, trapped by the controller chord, the musk within increasing with every moment. Tris soon decided that he should stop while Jag still had some squirm in him and pressed pause. Setting down the controller, he started unwrapping his loins, giving a sigh of relief as his cock started pouring out onto his belly, throbbing with pent up need. Atop his black member was the black feline, just a little smaller than the hare's erection, which gave Tris a wonderful Idea.
Jag gasped for breath as the weight was lifted and the pressure subsided, feeling himself sliding along the sheath's inner flesh until his face entered the blinding light of his living room. He blinked and rubbed his eyes as his whole body emerged from the musky prison. After a few seconds he had recovered and rolled off the cock onto Tris' belly, scrabbling across the soft fur and the even softer pudge beneath frantic to get away. Tris' paw swept down and grabbed the feline, "Oh no you don't..." The hare stood up, cock flopping a bit as he did so, before letting his pants fall a bit more so that his rump was exposed. He sat back onto the couch and leaned back, spreading his thighs as the paw holding Jag moved down past his lazy erection and heavy balls. Jag writhed desperately once he saw where this was headed. Tris simply grinned, "Don't worry Kitty. I gave myself an enema before I came. Always be prepared, eh, Jag?"
Jag didn't think this improved the situation, "Nooooo-MMPH!" He was silenced by his muzzle being shoved into the black pucker between Tris' firm rump cheeks, the hare's other paw spreading them wide so he'd have no problem pushing the little jaguar in. Jag squirmed more and more. He heard a distant rumbling moan from all around him as his whole head popped past the tight ring, before a single fingerpad pressed to his rump, rubbing teasingly, before applying enough pressure to force the feline in all the way to his waist in a single shove. Jag eeped in the hot tight rectum he was being pressed into, the scent even more potent than the hare's sheath within, even though it was as clean as Tris had promised. Jag worked his arms up to be at chest level and started pushing at the walls of the inside of Tris' rump, growling in frustration. A soft chuckle reverberated through the hare's body to his captive and a single claw teased its way along the cleft of the feline's rump. Jag shuddered and groaned as he felt the claw find his own tailhole and start to tease it slowly, finding himself growing erect against the edge of the hare's pucker.
The teasing continued until Jag started to hump, full of need. The claw slid away and around to press Jag's member to his belly. With his other paw, Tris shoved Jag's hips and legs in to the shins. The feline gasped as the velvety flesh rubbed along his erection, starting to thrust harder. Tristan chuured audibly, vibrating the rectal walls, and pressed Jag deeper slowly until just his footpaws and twitching tailtip were outside. Tris looked at his cock, now fully erect from all the squirming in his rump, and grinned. It would be a stretch, but it would be worth it. Tris twisted his hips around until he was lying on his back on the bed with his legs in the air, before very slowly flexing his abdominals to bring his hips off the sofa, rolling his weight onto his shoulders. Slowly but surely his dangling, throbbing, member eased its way towards his lips, until with a sudden lunge of lust he wrapped his lips around his own cockhead. He nearly came right then, feeling Jag continuing to writhe and thrust around, the cat's paws against his prostate unknowingly. The hare groaned around his cock and reached one paw to grasp the feet and tailtip of the feline, feeling himself on edge.
Meanwhile, inside, Jag was nearing his own orgasm, panting in the hot musky chamber as he pressed his paws against the wall in front of him, trying to get better leverage to thrust his kitty cock against the velvety walls of the rectum. He felt the fingers on his feet and thought for a moment that he'd be pressed deeper, but they stayed where they were for the moment, and Jag returned to thrusting. After a few moments, Jag shuddered and came, bucking wildly as he painted the insides of the hare's bowels.
Tris felt Jag spasm particularly hard against his prostate and he gasped, a moment later his balls jumping and seed starting to pump into his muzzle. He resisted the urge to just gulp it up and let it fill his mouth, before letting the cock out from between his lips, painting his face and chest with his bunny cum. He gently pulled Jag out of his rump and looked up at the feline. He was panting, coated with his own cum and smelling strongly of bunny. Tris grinned and opened wide to reveal his muzzle was full of seed. Jag murmered, looking down drowsily and meeped at the strange sight. The hare lowered Jag into his muzzle, dunking him in the bunny seed, before lifting him back up. He let the jaguar drip for a few moments before he closed his mouth and gulped down his orgasm, "Mmmmm... I forgot to ask, do you like snowballing?" Jag could only cough and mewl in response, "I guess not. Oh well, at least I got a glazed kitty out of the deal."
Jag wiped his eyes and looked down at Tris' muzzle as it opened again, "No wait! Bunnnnnnnyyyy!!!" He cried, his mind too blown from exhaustion and orgasm to be able to think up anything else to say, before the hare dropped him into his muzzle. Tris slammed his jaws shut with a sharp snikt! Letting his full lips slowly close over his sharp teeth, his tongue started to roll the trapped jaguar about, the hare muuring softly at all the wonderful flavors he had imbued into his friend's fur, starting to suckle as well. Inside the muzzle, Jag was being rolled over the tongue and pressed into the hare's cheeks, squirming weakly all the way as he felt the bunny drool replacing all the other substances in his fur gradually. After a long savoring, Tristan opened his mouth up and put his paw in front of the opening, looking as though he might fish the feline out. The jaguar climbed up on Tris' tongue as best he could, trying to get to the paw, before the tongue flexed, sending the kitty tumbling back to the entrance of the hare's throat. And with that, the jaws closed slowly, before a resounding gulp pulled Jag into a tight tunnel of flesh.
The feline whimpered and slid deeper and deeper, writhing all the way, until he was pressed to a tight ring of flesh, which opened and let him fall through. He splashed down into a mix of melted ice cream shake and bunny jizz with a mewl and started splashing around frantically. A series of loud thuds reverberated through the chamber.
Tris patted his belly, sprawled out over Jag's couch, "Mmmm... Tasty kitty." He belched loudly and blushed, covering his mouth. Within his belly, the air supply suddenly reduced, leaving Jag with only a little pocket of air at the top of the stomach, starting to feel drowsy as a tingle started to work over him. Within a few minutes, he had passed out, the belly starting to gurgle around him. Tris chuured at the sound and closed his eyes, feeling himself falling asleep as well. Over the next few hours, Tris' cock grew about an inch longer and half an inch wider, his sac swelled, his supply of cum renewed and added to, and his belly became softer and pudgier the last remains of Jag joining the shake and the hare's cum as padding for the bunny's gut. Tris slept on happily, one paw stroking over his tummy, murmuring in his sleep from time to time, "Mine..."