Transporting Royalty.
#1 of Transporting Royalty.
Gallon Galveston was awakened from a dead sleep by the whisper of his door sliding open. He wasn't in uniform, and the navigator rolled over in his bunk to blink blearily at whoever had stumbled through his door. As his eyes focused, he realized who it was. A high-society type this ship had been chartered to transport.
The other, a 5'8" wolf with fur dyed ivory and russet to match a fox's pelt glided into the room, settling on the foot of Gallon's bed.
"Go to your own quarters, Nii'Cass."
"But I'm not used to sleeping alone. And I prefer Mongrel. My given name is just so formal, yanno?" Said the high-society citizen.
"Fine... lay down with me."
It was really what Mongrel had wanted, was to lie with the much bigger feline. Hunched over so he wouldn't hit his head on things, Gallon stood at an easy 8'. Weighed close to half a ton, if not more. The species-confused wolf had noticed the other the first mealtime on the ship, and had made it his sole responsibility to get fucked by the other during the trip. And being a man-slut, Mongrel knew how to get want he wanted.
He wriggled under the covers, pressing back against the other. Gallon put an arm around him, pulled him closer. One of the feline's handpaws trailed down the slim youth's body.
"Mmm... that feels nice... would you like to explore further?"
The big kitty nodded softly, and pushed his handpaw into the other's underwear. He ground his cock into the other's rear, purring softly.
"You want to fuck me almost as much as I want it, don't you?"
Gallon paused for a second, contemplated what could go wrong, and decided to continue. "Nightstand, top drawer. Big bottle, right on top."
He sat up, as the other started pawing though the junk to find the bottle of lube. He grinned, purring slightly as he worked the sheath down the length of his cock. Which throbbed slightly as it filled with blood and hardened. When the other turned around, lube in paw, the kitty had only gotten himself to about half-mast. Still, even then he was huge. Well, it makes sense; kitty with huge body= kitty with huge cock. The slightly pointed head was almost four inches across, the spiny shaft of his member almost two feet long and still growing. He was hardened fully just shy of two feet long, almost exactly four inches across.
The wolf bent down, on paws and knees, and started lapping at the other male's cock. The purring started up again, the tabby pulling his claws through the other's headfur as he popped the bloated head into his mouth.
Taking the lube, Gallon pushed the wolf off his cock. "Turn around, stay on your handpaws and knees."
As the other did so, Gallon was coating his massive member in a thick layer of the clear gel. The friction would cause it to turn to a liquid that contained menthol to soothe most of the pain while easing the intruder's passage.
Mongrel did as he was told, an added bonus to the sadistic feline. Using the fingers of one paw, he felt what he had to work with, and was not that surprised. Mongrel was nowhere near virgin-tight, probably used to equine lovers.
Ah well. Sometimes it was nice when Gallon could just fit snugly inside another, without causing extreme amounts of pain.
Gallon pressed the head of his manhood to the pucker of the wolf's anus, which stretched to accept the massive intruder. Mongrel shivered, as it started to slide up inside of him, those little prickles stimulating him endlessly. He thought he would die from bliss, before the kitty had even taken his first stroke. He moaned softly, then louder as it started to flare wider; they had almost reached the base.
Mongrel allowed his face to collapse into the pillows, gasping loudly. His handpaws clenched the sheets, as the other started to pull out, and slide back in slowly.
Gallon sighed contentedly; he loved this boy's rear. Perfect for him. He started to quicken his pace, Mongrel whining loudly with want, then yelping in pain as the cat started slamming all of his cock he could into and out of the other's ass.
Mongrel came first, his pointed woofy cock spewing torrents of woofy spunk on the sheets. In fact, Gallon outlasted Mongrel by far, the pain was beginning to be too much for Mongrel and he wanted to stop, he wanted even the pleasure to end so he could rest, but Gallon was relentless. He kept pounding into the other, his balls slapping against the other's ass, until there was nothing left in Mongrel's reserves. The orgasms still came, more and more frequently, but at that point there was nothing left, Mongrel had no semen to spill. Finally, Gallon came. He roared, sinking his claws into the other's hips, and pumping in one last time. His body shook with the orgasm, eliciting a gasp from Mongrel as he started cumming. At that point, Mongrel had to have guesstimated the amount of Gallon's fluids to be at least a... well... Gallon. Mongrel's body shook, from being used as hard as it had been, and he waited for the other to pull out so he could curl up and go to sleep.
Gallon pulled out, his spunk flooding out of the species-confused wolf. He smiled, petted the boy's side. By that smile, it was apparent he wasn't finished. Figuring the wolf was too sore to move, he went in the nightstand himself for what he was looking for. He came out with a small wooden box, which he set on the bed and opened. It proved to hold a syringe. He smiled, and looked first at Mongrel, then at the puddle of come on the sheets.
"Clean up your mess."
His gravelly voice boomed, Mongrel cowering a little just at the sound. Mongrel started licking up the come, there was a lot there. When he was finished, the come puddle lapped up, his belly was swollen. He looked up at Gallon, then at the needle. He raised his eyebrows.
"Just a little cocktail I picked up. It'll make you smaller."
He took the other's arm, and plunged the needle into a vein. He pushed down the plunger, pushing the chemical cocktail into the other's body.
Slowly, then faster, as if moving away, the other's body grew smaller. The stomach contents shrank as well, thankfully, or the woofy would have been killed.
When Mongrel stopped shrinking, he was only about eight inches tall. He looked lost in the middle of the huge bed. Gallon lifted him, lying down and snuggling him close to his chest.
Mongrel sat up, burrowing into the other's chestfur. He smiled, looking up at the other. He looked down, at the other's cock, which had shrunk back into its sheath. He climbed down the other's body, looking into the sheath. He could fit. He smiled, and pulled the thick hose of a penis over onto the cat's belly. Gallon watched, interested.
The hole in the end of the sheath expanded to fit Mongrel's head, and hopefully would do the same for the rest of his body. He pushed himself in, snuggling into the member hidden away inside. Soon, only his russet tail was showing. Gallon smiled, scritching the woofy's back with one claw, and pushing in the tail.
"Goodnight."
Mongrel responded murrily. "G'night."