It would be just ridiculous to say that the forest wasn’t scary at night, or really, at any time of day. Bass liked to take the forest home, as he didn’t have to deal with the other ponies harassing him as if he would have taken the normal roads home. No matter how much he tried to convince them that he was just a normal, benevolent pony like the rest of them, his claws, abnormal tail, sharp teeth, and whiskers said otherwise. He looked down at the ground, sulking all the way home as per usual. But tonight wasn’t going to be like any other night. This had nothing to do with the fact that it was Friday and all the other ponies were out interacting and having fun with each other, a luxury Bass just couldn’t have for himself.
There were eerie noises galore in the forest, which wasn’t anything new to Bass. But, he was hearing noises that he didn’t usually hear. They sounded like hoofsteps. Any other pony would have been quite mortified, but Bass saw this as an opportunity. After the noise grew louder, bass expected there to be something behind him, so he turned himself around. To his surprise, there was somebody behind him. After a quick examination, he noticed that this something really was a somebody, and that somebody was really big, had fangs, and was carrying a spear and what appeared to be some rope. That didn’t seem very inviting, but Bass really didn’t care.
Approaching the feline was a member of the lunar guard, a tall, muscular, and quite young stallion with rather dark, royal blue fur, and most specifications of a fellow bat-pony. His name was Stabious. Although towering over him, the guard almost felt, intimidated… He couldn’t even see himself mustering up the courage to ask him his name, let alone making any advances. Seeing such a gorgeous stallion right in front of him made him feel quite out of place. Sadly for the guard, Bass was trespassing on royal ground, and according to federal law, anyone guilty of trespassing must be seized by law enforcement. Stabious shuddered at the thought of having to essentially kidnap such an adorable, innocent little guy, but, whether or not this was going to be easy, it had to be done. He stood there, eyeing the pony not too far away from him.
Bass greeted his new potential friend quite enthusiastically, with the most confident meow he could muster. His fervor wasn’t returned by the other pony, however. He had never heard of or seen a night guard before. But he was quite intrigued. Bass was only a little more than half the size of this night guard, and looked as if he could be the guard’s next meal. Completely ignoring any notions of danger, Bass trotted quickly up to the guard and stared him in the eyes, only inches away from him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do this, since it was only part of his typical feline behavior. But, sadly for Bass, he wasn’t able to further familiarize himself with his new potential friend, because the guard immediately threw the ropes around him, and in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed, bass was thoroughly bound up, and a cork was placed on his horn, as to prevent the usage of any magic. Bass squealed and thrashed against his restraints, but it was of no use. The night guard then forcefully struck his captive over the head, knocking him unconscious, and threw him on top of his back. He began to walk, and after quite a while, reached his own house.
His house was rather small, very much smaller than most any other house in the rest of the area. Being a night guard didn’t pay well, even being likely the most difficult job in the entire world. Even having such a tiny and poorly furnished house, the guard was barely able to afford it, and was haunted daily with the realization that he could lose that house at any moment, since he was falling behind on payments. He unlocked the door and carried the feline into his house, walking through to his bedroom and placing him down on the bed. He’d finally gotten someone to live with him. Whether or not by force, he wouldn’t have to sleep alone anymore, and maybe his new somepony would grow to like him, at least he hoped. The guard had just completed a long shift and was quite exhausted, so he took his armor off and crawled into bed with his new captive. One thing he noticed immediately was how soft his fur was. It was almost as if he was built just for cuddling. Trying not to think too much of it, the guard quickly drifted off to sleep, even smiling a little.
By some miracle, he woke up the next morning with the feline still sound asleep in his embrace, breathing ever so delicately. He didn’t want to wake him just yet, as it was just too enjoyable to hold him there. He also feared that he might scare him if he woke him too harshly. The guard’s fur was quite coarse as compared to the luscious fur of the still unidentified feline, and he noticed this as he begin to stroke his fur. He brushed his hoof down Bass’ back, traced it along his sides, scratched behind his ears, before noticing something that piqued his interest. As he stroked farther down his sides, he felt his flank. It was rather large, and irresistibly soft and inviting. He quickly became lost in the shape and texture of the cat’s rump, and before he even realized, he was playing with both hooves and becoming rather forceful. Unluckily for the guard, this caused Bass to wake up. Upon waking up, he meowed happily, subconsciously enjoying the feeling of being cuddled and pet, but after opening his eyes and coming to his senses, he yelped and scrambled out of the guard’s forelegs, running and jumping off the bed and stopping to look back in terror. The night guard wasn’t quick enough to stop him, and sat up to stare back at Bass. The guard attempted to speak, but only stuttered nervously. He didn’t want to scare him off, but at the same time, he also wanted to at least try to soothe him. The guard wasn’t the most inviting-looking pony, and he knew this full well. He spoke gently, and tried to smile, at least a little.
“H- hey, kitty, you don’t have to be scared of me. I promise I’ll be nice…~”
This offered no consolation to the startled cat-pony, only frightening him even more. Bass knew he shouldn’t have trusted him.
No one would ever want to be friends with such an abomination like me…
Bass thought as he started to whimper, beginning to feel that his life was just about over. There was an enormous, strong, well-equipped guard who captured him and brought him to a house in the middle of seemingly nowhere, or at least from what he could see out the windows. He was mostly certain that he hadn’t commit any crime, that is, assuming that his very birth wasn’t a crime in itself.
“Well, do you know why you’re here…?” he paused. “I’m just trying to help you! I really am!..”
The guard wanted to reassure him, sounding as sincere as possible. He figured that he wouldn’t get through to his captive, and he was quite right. He let out a defeated sigh, and he laid his head back down on the pillow.
“Please, sir, come back…”
Bass defiantly meowed back at him, hoping to signal him to back off, but he was quite weak, and didn’t accomplish what he wanted to. The guard figured that he wouldn’t get through to him by just talking, so he climbed out of bed and onto the floor, and began to slowly walk towards the cat. This caused Bass to panic, and as the guard approached him, he backed away slowly, more and more, until his rear was against the wall. The guard was but a few feet away from him, and Bass had his back arched, head at the ground, and his forelegs on the ground with his hind legs straight up, almost looking ready to pounce.
“C- could you at least tell me your name?”
The guard stuttered nervously, never having been especially good at social interaction. He was also desperate not to miss this opportunity to make a good impression on the one he loved, and felt his plan falling apart quite quickly. He saw the fear and mortal terror in the cat’s eyes, and felt it to be all his own fault. After taking one more step, the night guard knew his chances were gone. He saw Bass starting to cry. The cat just sat there, paralyzed in his anguish. His expression lightened a bit after seeing the guard walk away, out of the room and into the kitchen. Bass was finally alone, and saw a golden opportunity to escape. He looked around frantically for a ticket out of the house, seeing a window and a door, both of which were locked. Luckily for him, both were locked from the inside, and he quickly unlocked and opened the door, trotting out happily. The guard heard the door, however, and immediately knew that his cat was trying to escape. With no hesitation, the guard bolted out after him, startling the cat and driving him back into the forest. Bass was considerably faster than the guard on the ground, and was surprisingly agile. After a brief attempt at catching him running, the guard took off in the air, gaining on the feline in front of him. Bass, in an attempt to outsmart the guard, ran straight for a tree with a small gap below it. The small cat-pony was just able to fit under the tree, but the guard wasn’t. Flying about as fast as ever, the guard ran head first into the tree, and injured himself quite badly. He lay there, wincing in pain as Bass ran off.
Immediately after hearing the loud noise, Bass figured he’d stopped the guard. He slowed down running, and, looking back, saw no sign of the guard. He sighed in relief, and lay down on his back to catch his breath. It wasn’t long before he heard from the guard again, though. Wearily, he called out:
“Please…. Come, back…..”
The feline didn’t dare go back to the scary night guard. He laid there for a while, gasping for air. But after he was just regaining his breath, he heard something quite unexpected.
“Please, don’t, go…”
Was that guard crying…? No, he couldn’t be. Big scary mean guards didn’t cry. But his ears didn’t deceive him. If it wasn’t the guard, someone wasn’t doing alright. Even with every single ounce of survival instinct he had, Bass couldn’t just listen to that. The feline tried to justify it as well, thinking that maybe if the guard really was crying, that he could go make fun of him for it. That’ll show him, right?
Bass trotted back over to the tree, seeing the guard laying there miserably. Confirming any suspicions he had, the guard was really laying there, sobbing. He looked quite vulnerable. The guard was laying down on this side, his head folded down into his chest, clutching his head with his forelegs. He appeared to be breathing, but wasn’t moving at all otherwise. The feline, having approached quietly enough, leaned his head down and sank his teeth into the back of the guard’s neck, hastily running away and hiding behind another tree. The guard yelped weakly, and with some effort, picked his head up and looked around, only to find no one there. He laid hid head back down and resumed his lonely agony. Bass watched the guard there, and instead of feeling some satisfaction, only felt remorse. He came back up to the guard and examined him for a bit longer, seeing him lay there so hopelessly and crying like a little foal. Bass began to think that maybe the guard wasn’t in pain so much as he was heartbroken. He didn’t want to be captured again, but he couldn’t just let the poor guard suffer like that.
Reluctantly, Bass came back over to the guard and tapped him gently on the back with his paw, then, after waiting a bit, stood over him. The guard rolled onto his back and looked the feline in the eyes, gulping nervously. Strangely enough, the guard felt so submissive to Bass, and didn’t dare offer any resistance or control over the little pony above him, since he simply felt so overwhelmed by rejection and inadequacy. The feline leaned down and pressed his muzzle against that of the guard, and let his body rest on top of the guard’s. He sat still, observing the teary-eyed guard. The guard hadn’t the confidence to act, but he started to blush. He liked having the cat on top of him, and was hoping and praying that he’d stay. Moments passed with nothing happening from either of them, and, by some miraculous act of courage, Bass spoke to the guard.
“I’m sorry Mr. guard…”
His voice was so handsome, so delicate, and just so, perfect… Anyone else would have said that, but he was quite uncomfortable with his own voice. It was a shame that he didn’t speak more often. In fact, he hardly spoke at all. He probably hadn’t said a single word in years. But, he figured that this was important enough of an event that he should speak. Hearing him, the guard started to calm down quite a bit. He even wrapped his forelegs around the feline, gently drawing him near, and allowing Bass to rest his head against his chest. The feline gladly accepted the invitation, and nuzzled up against him. Uneasily, the guard spoke up again.
“Hey um, my name’s Stabious… W- what about you?”
Bass really wasn’t exactly ready to speak again. It was a once-in-a-while thing for him to actually speak. But he could tell that there really was no other option.
“Bass.” He replied, without much confidence.
“Well Bass, um, would you maybe, could you-“
The guard stopped himself and sighed, just too scared to continue. He’d finally earned the trust of this adorable creature, and he wasn’t about to lose that. But, taking a deep breath, he forced himself to continue.
“Would you come back to my house and stay with me? Maybe just for a little while…?”
Stabious froze up again, his ears folding back. He could only foresee more rejection from the cat atop him. But, to his surprise and delight, Bass was quite happy to oblige. He lifted himself up a bit and brought his head up above the guard’s once again and kissed him on the cheek, smiling eagerly and even swaying his tail back and forth slowly. He was hoping to signal to the guard that he agreed without having to speak again, but the night guard wasn’t about to make any assumptions. Still, he blushed more and more, starting to smile himself.
“So, is that a yes…?”
The worried guard gulped. Almost immediately, Bass nodded his head fervently, and jumped off of the guard, motioning him to follow him back to his house. With a slight struggle, the guard got back up to his feet and followed the cat in front of him, getting a nice view of his plot from behind. Bass trotted eagerly back to the house, and after not too long of a journey, reached the door, seeing it still open. He stepped aside, allowing the guard to enter before him. Stabious, closely behind, walked past the cat and into his house, immediately crawling back into bed. The feline trotted over to the bed and propped up his front paws against it, looking excitedly at his master. His master sighed in relief, and placed his hoof on the cat’s head, stroking down and alongside his back. Bass purred happily, and after a short while, climbed up on the bed with the guard and pressed his body up against him, wrapping all four legs around him. Stabious returned the hug, being quite delicate as not to crush him. He once again felt the heavenly texture of his flawless, white coat, wondering how it was possible for a stallion to be so… beautiful.
He picked up again petting him, which he could tell Bass liked very much. He even tried nibbling Bass’ ear, which startled him. Hearing him shriek worried the guard, but the feline reassured his captor by biting his nose. Stabious couldn’t tell if this was an act of aggression or if it was just the cat playing with him, so he simply resumed petting him, stoking his hooves down his back, tracing down his sides. His petting was more designated to comfort the cat atop him, but his strokes moved lower and lower down Bass’ back and sides. Not unpredictably, Stabious’ hooves ventured south, and quickly he felt the feline’s flank, just as before. He groaned contently as he began to rub them, initially being gentle, but unable to hold himself back, put more and more force into it. What spurred him onward even more was that Bass was enjoying it even more than he was. Was he moaning? questioned the guard. Almost instinctively, the cat-pony was purring, but he was doing more than just that. Long, low moans were coming from him, and made themselves more and more apparent. Bass’ voice wasn’t high pitched by any stretch, but the timbre of his moaning and purring sounded so inviting, so lustful, almost as if he was subconsciously begging the guard to take control of him. Stabious was easily able to pick up on this, as he let his hoof stray along the feline’s thighs, and even rubbed his balls a little, but as soon as Bass felt something on his balls, he started to become fidgety, even started giggling a little. He wanted the guard to stop teasing him so, but he just couldn’t get enough. The entranced feline started to arch his back, also squeezing his thighs together, squirming left and right to avoid the guard’s evil hoof. The guard was quite aware that Bass didn’t want him to stop, and he was easily able to continue tickling the cat’s balls, staring devilishly into his captive’s eyes. He teased and tortured Bass for long enough, as he could tell by the cat’s desperate, throbbing erection. Bass wasn’t squirming so much to avoid his hoof anymore, he was grinding himself against the guard’s lower abdomen, trying in vain to pleasure himself. The poor cat grunted, moaned, and squealed, absolutely driven mad by the guard’s hoof, playing with his ever-so sensitive privates, even though gracefully alluding his cock entirely. Every time he trades around the circumference of his scrotum, it felt that he was about to give his cock some much needed attention, but he never did. Bass, becoming more and more frustrated, started meowing at the guard, hoping that he’d show mercy on him. He pushed his paws against the guard, trying to escape his grasp, but the guard held firm. Stabious saw an opportunity that he couldn’t believe he forgot, and, after another slow, agonizing circle around the cat’s private region, he moved his hoof up just a bit, and started massaging his taint. Bass thrashed back and forth, not able to move all that much, as this made his whole lower body tense up even more. After a brief introduction, the guard moved on to the feline’s plothole. This was what drove Bass over the edge, as if he wasn’t already. He tightened his plothole with all the force he could muster, and let out a frantic, loud moan. Stabious traced circles around his hole, also moving up and town, and teasing around the edges. He only allowed a little satisfaction to the poor cat, spending most of the time teasing above of below his desperate plothole. After a little while of struggling to make Bass sit still, he’d just about had enough. In an effort to control him, he raised his hoof and forcefully spanked Bass, sending a decent sized ripple. Bass yelped quite loudly, a mixture of fear and heightened arousal, but quickly relaxed himself and peered into the guards eyes, almost as if offering an apology.
“That’s a good boy…~ Now, are you ready to have some fun?~”
The guard teased him. Bass nodded his head spastically, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He lay there, frozen still, awaiting the guard’s next move. Stabious gently pulled Bass into a kiss, but he was this time met with some resistance by Bass’ tongue, but not enough to overpower him. After he felt that he was satisfied, he let go of the cat.
“Come on, you don’t really want me inside you, do you…?~”
Stabious teased, right before pulling the smaller pony up close, their muzzles touching. The guard groaned, quite satisfied with his progress. He’d done quite a good job placing the cat under his control, and now he was free to do with him as he pleased. He’d never have thought that the cat he was so afraid of losing was now afraid of losing him. Bass meowed more and more, hoping to get the guard to understand just how desperately he wanted it. Little did the cat know that Stabious was already quite aware of this. What bothered Bass even more was that the guard below him wasn’t erect at all. At all. This made him feel so inadequate, as if he wasn’t doing a good enough job.
“Well, Bass. First you’ve gotta do a little something for me, alright?”
Bass wasn’t about to ruin his chances, and nodded his head diligently. The guard placed his hoof on the cat’s flanks again, patting them as if he owned them.
“If you couldn’t tell, I’m not very, well… hard yet. Wanna help me?~”
The guard loosened his grip on Bass enough to allow him to sit up a bit more. Bass, with a look of newfound excitement, slid himself back a little and sat right down on the guard’s crotch, and began to stir his hips. Immediately, the guar’s cock grew and grew, quickly overwhelming the small feline. Even though it already felt massive, it wasn’t done growing. Bass really didn’t even think he’d be able to fit it in, but he was too wrapped up in the moment to think about any of that, let alone stop. After not too long, Stabious’ cock had come completely out of its sheath, almost doubling the size of Bass’. The feline became more and more intimidated, seeing the overwhelming desire in the guard’s eyes below him. He knew he wasn’t getting away from this, but he still longed for it so desperately. Before Bass had any chance to change his mind, Stabious wrapped his forelegs around him and rolled over on top of him, then pinning his rather tiny forelegs down at his sides, pressing his face down against the cat’s below him. The guard prodded Bass’ hole with his cock, not allowing himself to slide in just yet.
“You’re all mine now…~”
The guard growled sensually, opening his mouth and showing his fangs, before he moved his head down to the feline’s neck, brushing his sharp fangs just below his chin. Bass felt so helpless, but he was much too horny to care. He almost enjoyed how it felt to be dominated like this. Well, it was much more enjoyable considering the cute stallion atop him. The cute guys never seemed to have any interest in Bass, and he still couldn’t help but wonder why this one seemed so infatuated with him. He wasn’t about to ask why, though…
Before the feline knew it, Stabious pushed his hips forward, just enough to insert the tip of his cock inside him. Bass screamed, never before having felt something this large inside of him. He struggled to escape, but Stabious held him firm. Quickly, the guard pushed more inside of Bass, sliding it in much more easily. With Bass still making so much noise, the guard knew he had to do something to calm him down. He pressed his lips against Bass, and slowly brought him into a deep, passionate kiss. He let go of his forelegs and wrapped him tightly into a hug, starting to moan a little himself.
“Mmmmph… mmmmn!”
Bass was in a considerable amount of pain, and the guard knew, but he wasn’t about to let him go. Any stallion that loved having his plot played with that much surely wouldn’t mind his hole being filled up, at least it’d be quite improbable. If Bass were only being a tease, he was certainly about to learn his lesson…
“Come on, my kitten. Isn’t this just what you wanted?”
Bass meowed at him, quite distressed. He was expecting it to feel so good, but he failed to realize that night guards weren’t really good for a first-timer like him. Even though he felt as if he was being ripped in two, he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of being dominated. Even though the larger stallion was taking it quite easy on him, he loved being out of control. He felt so helpless, so pathetic, but it felt so… right.
“Well, we can’t just stop now…! I- ah… Here, take this.”
Stabious handed him a pillow, which confused bass, since there was already a perfectly good pillow embracing him already, but the guard instructed him to bite it. Bass did as he was told, inserting as much of the pillow into his mouth as he could. The guard then rolled Bass off of him and laid him facing down on his stomach.
“Okay, little guy. Keep your head down, but straighten your legs, won’t you?”
Bass stretched his legs out so that they were parallel to the bed. Stabious sighed, being quite impatient, but understood that his captive wasn’t exactly experienced with this type of thing.
“No, Bass… Flanks in the air.”
Bass did as he was told, straightening his legs, lifting his tail, and even arching his back, instinctively. He took the pillow out of his mouth and craned his neck to look back at the guard, meowing softly as to communicate with him. Stabious smiled, quite satisfied with the new position. He rubbed the kitten’s flanks, circling gently and covering the surface thoroughly, inciting more faint groans from Bass.
“Awwh, good boy…~ Now, chew on that pillow for a while, I think you’re gonna need it.”
Stabious teased him before mounting himself on top of the cat, poking his soft, delicate hole with the flare of his throbbing stallionhood. Bass squirmed; not quite ready for what he knew was coming, but accepting his fate. Even though he could already sense the incoming pain, something about the thought of a big, pent-up night guard pounding away all his frustration into his sinfully tight hole was just too enticing for him to say no.
Without much hesitation, Stabious threw his hips forward, immediately entering as far as he had been before, but continued farther, with most of himself inside the smaller pony. Bass screamed into his pillow and dug his claws into the bedsheets, but didn’t move himself away. Integrated into his screaming was some weak, low moaning, his sensitive spots being stimulated in ways he’d never imagined. At this point, Stabious was met with quite some resistance from Bass’ incredibly narrow insides. He knew he could get himself balls deep without too much strength, but he wasn’t topping another burly, tough guard. He was on top of a weak, tiny little catboy who was barely half his size. He looked down at his progress, his thick member squeezed snugly into the kitten below him. Upon looking down, he caught another glimpse of the cat’s rear. He hadn’t thought too much of it while playing with him, but he was now feeling the hypnotizing effects of this beautiful creature. Stallions didn’t have big, round, soft, tender asses like this, it simply didn’t make sense. His thighs were a bit chubby as well, even though there was a clear, somewhat toned muscular structure beneath them. Bass had some remarkable, ethereal quality to his figure, being so cuddly, soft, and inviting, but also having a rather athletic physique. But, being lost in thought, Stabious was rather startled when Bass called him back to attention with a loud meow. Instead of sounding upset, damaged like before, this sounded quite impatient, almost greedy. Stabious saw the look of desperation in the cat’s face, the absence of the pillow in his mouth, his mouth agape, and tongue hanging out ever so slightly.
“Oh, you want more, don’t you? Naughty little thing…”
Stabious gladly accepted the invitation to delve deeper, which, using much of his strength, he slid the rest in, making his kitten squeal like a little foal. Bass didn’t know how to handle the humongous object inside of him, all he could do was just moan and take it like a good boy, barely even squirming. Stabious, on the other hand, was in complete control of the situation. He slowly slid himself out, his hooves on Bass’ hips, and, without warning, forcefully pounded himself all the way back in, this time met with much less resistance.
“Ugh, Bass… Please, just sit still, f- fuck…”
The guard was beside himself lusting over the creature below him. He was going rather slow to allow him to become acquainted with his rather oversized stallionhood, but was becoming rather tired of having to be gentle… After a brief pause, he repeated his motions, drawing himself out slowly and slamming back in, a bit faster this time. Bass didn’t make too much noise, now being quite prepared. Seeing a golden opportunity, Stabious raised his hoof back and slapped Bass’ right flank, sending ripples and causing it to wobble all over. Bass gasped, and pressed his paws down to raise his head up and turn around to face the guard, looking a bit angry. Stabious was not having any of this, however. He needed to assert some control over the kitten or he feared he might not cooperate. He stuck his hoof around the cat’s thigh and slapped his balls, not hard enough to cause damage but enough to send a message to the unruly kitten.
“Bass, I told you to sit still, you better get back down there, or else…!”
He spanked him, again and again, with more force each time, even raising his voice a bit. Each time Bass felt the guard’s hoof strike him, he moaned, whined, and yelped, all the while trying not to struggle, since he knew this would earn him more roughhousing. After his flanks were both bright red, Stabious took the hint that it was time to stop. He took another couple strokes into Bass, forming a rather slow, but steady rhythm. He could feel it in his thighs, getting weak from the immense amount of pleasure he had from playing with his new toy. The kitten was so tight around his throbbing, twitching cock that, for Stabious, each entrance felt as if he were feeling pleasure for the first time. God only knew how much Bass was enjoying himself, though. Something that most males would sadly never find out was that having your hole fucked was infinitely more pleasurable than any other form of sexual gratification. It wasn’t just a quick orgasm like one would be used to, it built itself up, ever so slowly, and lasted for many minutes, unlike a regular male orgasm that went as quickly as it came.
“M- master, please- moooore…~”
Bass struggled to speak, knowing a meow just wouldn’t cut it if he really wanted to send a message to the guard. Sadly for Bass, Stabious loved to tease, and was very skilled at doing so. He took his cock completely out and started to rub it gently against bass’ hole, circling around the walls at the entrance. Bass pushed his ass back against the guard, but wasn’t able to get any of what he wanted, since Stabious held his flanks quite firm. The guard felt quite satisfied, watching his kitten wriggle around in absolute desperation to get fucked. The thought continued to occur to him, however, that such a beautiful, pure, untouched, insatiably horny, exotic creature was head-over-heels in love with a hardly average looking guard like him. Stabious didn’t know if this was really even happening. But, seizing the opportunity, he didn’t question it. Even if this was a dream, it was certainly one he wouldn’t forget for years to come. He teased the cat more, lowering his face down into the cat’s rump, spreading his flanks apart, and licking his hole, ever so slowly. Bass was simply having conniptions, he couldn’t stand it. He wanted more, but he was too weak to get what he so badly desired. The feeling of utter helplessness returned, and Bass only groaned, squealed, and meowed in defeat. He belonged to that night guard now, and there was nothing he could do to stop that. He hoped and prayed that he would be of good use to the large pony, since, if he were able to satisfy him once, maybe he would use him again, and if he were lucky, regularly. Bass fantasized the thought of being plowed through every day and night by the big guard, maybe even being able to cuddle afterwards. But, the overwhelming lust distracted him from his fantasies, and better yet, any other thought. The only thing occupying his mind was how horribly he wanted to be fucked, and waiting ever so impatiently to get what he thought he deserved. All his frustrated little noises told Stabious that he was doing quite a good job.
After a decent while of teasing, and the fact that Stabious didn’t want to wait much longer either, he positioned himself back where they were, and entered once again into Bass’ tight plothole. He was quite done teasing, and knew that both of them were ready for the main event. Using every muscle in his back, abdomen, and thighs, he slammed himself in and out, in and out of Bass. Every time he bottomed out, his balls make a loud slapping noise against Bass, and the slapping sounds came closer together. He picked up his pace as his lust became more and more unbearable, feeling the need to cum now more than ever. He felt his balls churning, ready to unload all those months upon months of stored up lust and seed he had to contain before finally finding someone to vent his frustration. It wasn’t going to be long now before he came, and he wasn’t in any mood to slow down. Bass was gasping for air, squealing and moaning in total desperation for Stabious to give him all the hot, delicious cum that he was entitled to. Stabious mumbled something unintelligible, not really able to speak. He continued at his maximum pace, every thrust knocking Bass against the bed like a little ragdoll, the entire frame rocking and making noise.
After not even half a dozen more thrusts, Stabious had reached the point of no return. He left himself fully inside bass, and his cock swelled up even larger, his balls contracted, and he unloaded all the cum he’d been eager to, making sure to fill Bass up properly. It felt ever so satisfying to climax inside of the kitten’s hole, and he stood there on top of him, enjoying the moment. With his legs being so weak, he started to rest his weight on Bass, not being conscious of the fact that he was much too heavy for him to carry. Bass felt more and more weight on top of him, and quickly, he lost his position and fell, the huge guard toppling down and crushing him. Bass struggled to free himself from the guard, but it was of no use. Now only was he too big, but bass was just exhausted. He struggled to breathe under the guard, and meowed at him in hopes of getting him to move.
“Oh, sorry Bass... Here, I’ve got you.”
Stabious rolled off and grabbed the kitten, placing him on his chest and looking at him. He gently wrapped his forelegs around him and rested, relaxing his body completely. His entire body was extremely sensitive, and each little movement was amplified. Bass kissed his neck and hugged him, squeezing him as hard as he could, which was quite adorable to Stabious.
“My, you enjoyed that quite a bit, didn’t you?~”
Stabious rubbed behind the cat’s head, petting him gently from his neck down along the center of his back, patting his flanks gently at the end. Even though Stabious himself was more than satisfied, Bass, even though quite loving the feeling of being filled up with cum, was feeling quite the opposite. Bass hadn’t cum yet himself. Stabious didn’t last long enough to satisfy the kitten, although coming quite close.
“Hey, um, m- master…? I don’t mean to be rude, b- but, can I… Can I cum too?”
Bass asked so sweetly, so politely, Stabious just couldn’t say no. Bass sat up, his cock still hard as diamonds, pressing against Stabious’ stomach.
“Awwh, of course you can, dear…~ But, there’s a little something you have to do for me first, okay?”