Remote-Control Pork
The university music building looked empty from the outside. I snuck in through one of the side doors, hoping none of the musicians had started assembling yet.
I caught myself sucking a tusk--silly nervous habits--and tried to focus on more effective movements than worry. There was no one in sight at least, but there were certainly faint voices and the tuning of instruments from the direction of the main hall. I took the stairs down, away from the noise, and checked my phone.
There was only the original message: "There will be an orchestral performance at the university hall tonight. You will sneak in naked, hide under the stage and jerk off during the show. Bring yourself to climax at least three times, and get yourself as sticky as you can. Try not to get caught. --RX"
Most rounds of Remote Control I got were about risky exhibitionism--they say usually you get one person who takes an interest in you and you can always tell when it's them, even if they don't sign their posts.
People coming. I ducked into the alcove under the stairs, trying to suppress my breathing and the tell-tale thumping of my heart.
"--can't believe the nerve of him, pulling a last-minute change like this."
"End of the year, Kate. We'll never have to deal wi--"
They passed quickly out of hearing.
I counted to ten, and when all remained silent, I took the stairs back up, trying not to be distracted by my cock. Daring and the fear of being caught had the thick corkscrew aching for attention.
I made it to the other side of the building and back up to the main level without incident, but the dull roar of musicians preparing seemed to come from all directions now, and I wasn't sure which way I should go.
The hall of practice rooms seemed like the best place to try... the rooms were probably occupied, but it seemed less likely that anyone would be leaving them anytime soon.
The first room had a tiger pianist sitting with his back to me.
The second had a marten flautist, who raised an eyebrow on seeing a naked hog through the little window in her door.
Cursing myself, I ducked out of view. She couldn't have seen more than that I was shirtless, could she? Still, t was still a stupid risk. I crept along the bottom of the hall so none of the other occupants would be able to see me.
It almost worked, too. I was already at the end of the hall before I heard one of the doors start to open.
With no time to think, I burst through the nearest door and shut it behind me.
Fortunately the room was dark, so at least no one was practicing in it.
Unfortunately, the room wasn't empty. There was panicked breathing, even faster than mine.
A glowing paw illuminated the darkness, revealing a chubby, frightened-looking marten, just as naked as I was. "Um," he said.
"Remote Control?" I asked.
He blushed, his light dimming as he showed me his phone.
"There will be an orchestral performance at the university hall tonight. You will sneak in naked, find a fat hog under the stage and fuck him during the show. Get him as sticky as you can. Leave while he's still recuperating and try and get him caught. --DX"
"I guess I'm your hog," I said, showing him my orders in turn. "I'm Delver."
"Rikki." He adjusted his glasses. "Still want to do this?"
"Fuck yeah," I said, rubbing my dripping shaft. "We'd better get in place soon though, before it's too late to get in without being seen."
"Oh, we won't have to worry about that," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"All the rooms on this side back onto the auditorium." He pointed a finger, lighting up the back wall like a flashlight, revealing a grate. "We can go right in from here."
"Looks kind of small..."
He poked at my gut. "I'm sure both of us are squeezable enough to get through."
I blushed to my eartips and got down on all fours, pulling the grate out and trying to press my way into the small opening. I could feel myself getting stuck as soon as I was in up to my gut, and sighed. "Oh, bother."
The marten behind me pressed his nose under my tail. I yelped and squinched forward a few inches but I had a lot more belly left that needed to squeeze through the tight space. "Rikki, I'm stuck..."
"Nonsense," he said, and buried his muzzle deep between my rumpcheeks and slid a thick tongue along my tailhole, causing a shiver to pass through my whole body.
"Nnngh! Marten!" I tried to keep my voice down but, well... it felt really good.
"Relax. You're not going to get through it if you're going to be all tense like that. C'mon." His tongue took its place again, penetrating my hole, and I just let go and felt myself melt under the pleasurable attention as he ate me out, kneading gently at my rump.
I slid through the narrow opening like a greased pig into the darker space under the stage.
Then Rikki passed through with apparently no difficulty whatever.
"Oh come on," I whispered (I could hear people moving around above us). "You're tubbier than me, how did you...?"
"Mustelid," he said. "Racial dexterity bonus +2, and Escape Artist skill."
"What?"
He sighed and lit up his shoulders so I could see him shrug. "Weasels are squeezy." He put out his light immediately, though, as the dimness around us suggested that the brief illumination might be visible from above.
"...all right. So shall we get cookin'?"
"Doesn't sound like the show's started yet, does it?"
We could hear the rumbling of the assembled audience, but there was indeed no music above us.
"No," I said, "but I've got to get off three times, and there's no reason we can't get our motors running. Don't think I didn't notice that you only have to get off once, and I'll be desperately trying to reload a couple of times while you're trying to turn me in."
He chuckled. "Nothing personal."
"Of course. Rules of the game."
The music came up.
The marten slunk around behind me and I could feel his muzzle under my tail again, that thick tongue getting me good and wet. I sank to all fours and felt my corkscrew stiffen to its full strength. "Oink..."
His paw reached down to stroke my shaft, and I growled deeper and pushed my rump against his muzzle. He nibbled around my hole for a little before pulling back. "Roll over, pork."
I rolled onto my back and held my belly back so I could lift my legs. He briefly lit up his shaft as he took his place between my legs, letting me see the long slender member I was about to be treated to.
The afterimage of his cock stayed in my vision as he slid into my still-wet hole.
Fuck, he felt good. Either he was thicker than he'd looked, or I was just out of practice.
I'd had to do some semi-public toy play before, but it's always different taking the real thing.
You don't know how he'll move, for one. Maybe it's fast, deep thrusts, maybe it's slow and gentle, maybe he changes it up as his stamina rises and falls.
Maybe he'll stroke your fur tenderly, maybe he'll grip the sides of your belly tight and remind you why they're called love handles.
Rikki's movements were quick, but he put his whole weight into them, and I could feel my body wobbling all over as he plunged into me over and over again.
I started stroking myself almost on reflex, but he reached down and slid my paw away, taking my corkscrew into one paw and holding my belly back with the other.
"Oooh fuck... oink..." The marten could handle a cock, I tell you what. The combination of his strokes inside of me and out had me nearing climax in seconds, and my hole clenched down on him with need as I started blasting my load across his paw, soaking my bellyfur.
His eyes lit up--shining through his glasses and scanning across my belly like little searchlights--and illuminated my still-pulsing shaft and the continuing stream of cum. (Contrary to popular belief, not all boars have thirty-minute orgasms. Mine average five minutes long and most guys still get bored about halfway through, so I suppose it's all to the good.)
"Mmm... a little overexcited, eh?"
I blushed deeply, and he chuckled as he blinked out his lights and started thrusting into me again, growling softly with heat. "Rrr... let's see how much stickier we can get you..."
I yelped in alarm as I felt a tongue slide up my cock in the darkness. "What the f--"
"Shh, it's all right," came the marten's voice, from somewhere around the level of my dick, and the tongue returned to work on my still-shooting shaft. How the hell can he be so flexible? Even a skinny weasel can't be *that squeezy, and he's--*
I cried out as my second orgasm hit, doubling up on the first. I didn't even know I could do that. My balls ached as I started shooting harder, the blasts covering my snout in ropes of cum. "Oh fuck oh fuck--"
A paw covered my snout. "Shh... not time for you to be caught yet..." His tongue moved away from my cock, and he rubbed his belly against it, quickly getting it slick with my cum as he ground deep into my ass. "Fuck, you're so tight right now..."
He gasped out and I had to shut my eyes to block out the brilliant flash as the marten plunged in deep, the glow throbbing in time with the pulse of his cock flooding my hole.
The noise of the audience, which had subsided as the music had begun, now began to rise in intensity again as the crowd saw the marten's light blasting out of every seam in the stage. I could barely think through the ongoing double orgasm shaking my body, but I knew it was too much. "Tone it down, mart! They know we're here!"
As I felt his dick pull out of me, the space under the stage became dark again, though I was still seeing afterimages of the bright marten's outline swimming in front of my eyes.
Then I felt his muzzle at my hole.
Rikki started eating me out with enthusiasm, his tongue going deep as if he wanted to suck out all the cum he'd just planted.
"Cheese it man, someone'll be down here any se--"
He tugged at my hanging balls and I nearly blacked out as the intensity of a third climax joined the other two still in progress. I felt him rumble with appreciation as my hole tightened up around his tongue, and he gave my rump a quick smooch before I heard his whisper at my ear. "Time for me to split. Good luck, porker."
"I'll come with you, mart. I got off three times, so I'm done too."
His chuckle could almost be taken as mean-spirited if it wasn't so jubilant. "I believe your orders were to get yourself off, porker. This was all me."
I tasted cum and my ass on his muzzle as he kissed me.
"Really. Good luck."
And then he was gone.
Campus security found me jerking off behind some stacked-up chairs fifteen minutes later, entirely drenched in cum.
What can I say? I follow through on my commitments.
After they let me out the next morning (in a spare T-shirt and sweats they'd managed to scrounge up) I pulled out my phone and started walking towards the highway.
"Come to the rest stop by exit 27," I typed into the Remote Control app. I rubbed my growing bulge through the sweatpants as the building in question came into view. "Find a fat hog in the handicapped stall and let him use you as your urinal. If you swallow every drop, he'll take you out for pizza. --DX"
No one can say I'm not a hopeless romantic.
I went inside and hoped the marten would arrive.