beforethefall
BtF Heatwave - Blanket
CW: Cub+Adult (4m/21m), age-difference, size-difference, molestation, heavily excessive cum & precum, cum-play, sweat/musk/armpit fetish, sheath play, oh god that poor bedroom
Before the Fall (Off-Canon)
“Blanket”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#
Jack jumped with a start at the aggressive ring of his doorbell. Despite having lived in the apartment building for a year, he'd had yet to get used to the sound of the old-fashioned doorbells and their rapid buzzing ring; particularly with how infrequently he had guests. The 6'10", 480 pound grizzly bear rubbed his eyes blearily and switched the monitor off in at least a cursory effort to hide the mid-tier smut he was writing before adjusting his erection in his pants and heading to the door to see who it was. He cracked the door to find his neighbor, a lutrai his age named Rikia, who was holding her four-year-old son Tempesta in her arms.
“'Ey, Jack. Auh…” the lutrai woman hunted for the right words, with a bit of a sheepish smile flashed up to him. She seemed flustered about something. Jack had always found her pretty, but especially when she flashed that mischievous glint in her eyes when she was translating in her head and carefully choosing her wording, “Hate t' c'm'up all-a-squall on ya', but th' sitter juss' call out lass-minute n'ah gotta' ticket t'a thing wit' th' girls, uh…wwwould ya' min' watchin' th' guppy ferra few hour? Mine'r yours, he gon' be on‘is bess' mannahs an'way, ri', kiddo?” she asked, and the lutrai kit in her arms giggled and nodded. “Promise’ll c'm'n pick ‘im up s'oon's’m back. Ahreally owe ya'a big'un.”
Jack stood there, dumbfounded as he desperately tried to interpret the islander's thick accent in his head, and fretted a little longer once he'd figured out what she was asking. He had yet to shower that day, and for that matter, he wasn't even properly dressed, wearing just loose, lightweight sweats without underwear and a threadbare old undershirt, neither of which had been changed for two days. It had been a rough weekend, as his fondly-named ‘curse’ from the Heatwave had been in a particularly heated state for the last few days; resulting in a near-perpetual erection despite repeated masturbation sessions to vent the worst of the pressure. He was thankful he'd chosen his black sweats at least, as they did a reasonably good job at hiding the drooling slick of precum that he'd left in them, which was presently in a neck-and-neck race between running down his leg and soaking into the fabric as he stood in the doorway. Of course, a mess of precum in his pants was just one of those frequent occupational hazards of his writing hobby anyway; but with the added effects of the Heatwave stacked onto that, the stream was ten times the usual volume for a bear his size and age, and the clear ooze was tinged with a thick thread of pearly semen near-constantly as fresh rolls welled up from the big bear's cock. He glanced back at his apartment nervously and grimaced a little at the state of the place; a writer's den, through and through, but not dismally filthy; just lived-in and could use a good dusting. Thankfully, he'd just thrown a load of soaked-through cum-towels that he'd amassed into the washing machine in the bathroom, but that didn't stop the heady scent of masculine arousal, sweat and stale semen from hanging in the air. He briefly wondered if Rikia could smell it out in the hall.
Of course, none of that was going to stop Jack from eagerly accepting the challenge laid out before him. He crushed on the young, athletic lutrai woman near-constantly, and her son was a similarly welcome spark of joy in the bear's comfortable, modest, but often lonely life.
“Sounds like you're in a tight spot, Rikia. You really wanna come hang out with a smelly bear, Tempie?” Jack asked, and the lutrai kit giggled.
“Yeah! You have cool cartoons and video games n'you lemme drink sodas when I'm over!” the kit quipped in a much more well-adjusted accent, and Jack laughed; he'd walked himself into that corner.
“Guilty as charged, I guess. Yeah, c'mon, buddy. I didn't have any plans anyway," the bear said, offering his hands out. Rikia hefted the little kit up and Jack picked the boy up, the kit giggling at the immediate, considerable gain in altitude as Jack hefted him to sit up against his side. The little lutrai kit was already dressed for bed, in a cozy set of fleece ‘hoodie-footie’ pajamas, light-gray fabric with a front-zip and a plush-finned tail-sleeve, plush dorsal fin, and felt ‘teeth’ rimming the hood, complete with eyes to make it look like a silly, cartoony reef shark.
“Awh, y' blessin'. Ahreally owe ya', Jack, thankou! Awh, a'right, ah' gotta' run, back late guppy! Be good f'runcle Jack!" she said to Tempesta as she kissed his cheek, and then rushed down the apartment hallway toward the stairs.
Jack stood there for a second with the newly-delivered bundle of excitable little lutrai against his side as he watched Rikia leave, and then looked back to Tempesta, who looked back up to him.
“Well, what now, kiddo? Looks like it's gonna be a guy's night in," Jack chuckled, closing the door behind himself and putting the little lutrai down. The kit giggled and wandered over to Jack's little shelf of video games and started digging through the Atari games; one of Jack's favorite childhood consoles that he'd been sharing with the little kit on the occasions his mother came by for a chat or dropped him off while she ran an errand or two.
“Can we play Space Invaders?” the boy asked; his most recent favorite.
“Aw, sure dude. Get comfy and I'll set you up. You remember the controls, right?” Jack smiled, grabbing the cartridge and plugging it into the top of the console in the little shelf under the TV.
“Uh-huh! It goes this way and that way and you pushpushpush the button to shoot!" the little lutrai giggled, his hood almost blocking his eyes and making him tip his nose skyward to get a view of the screen as the game's start screen came on.
“That's it, dude! Knock yourself out, bud, I'll be right over here,” the bear laughed. Briefly, he considered heading to his room to change his pants, but then glanced back at the computer that was still idling with the screen off at his desk. If the kit stayed busy enough, Jack thought, maybe he could still get some work done on his story…it was getting to the best part, after all. On top of that, it might help distract him from the urges the Heatwave left him with, which in his current state, were particularly difficult to ignore. It was an intensely hypersexualized nature that tangled the feelings of love and caretaking with sexuality and physicality in a manner that resulted in frequently-inappropriate attraction in close proximity with the young boy for whom he'd grown quite fond. With the promise that distraction laid before him, he decided against changing - it would only result in a second ruined pair of sweats, after all - and headed back to his computer by the window to turn the monitor back on, now to the soundtrack of a little lutrai kit happily playing video games.
It had only been fifteen minutes since he'd gotten back to the story he was writing. It was in the middle of a steamy scene; the communal girlfriend of the apartment was just greeting the new roommate with a blowjob in the kitchen as he took a break from moving in, and the other roommates were just chatting and hanging out like it was nothing. It was coming up to the climax, where the new roommate was supposed to make awkward eye contact with the communal boyfriend of the place just as he gets off, which only manages to invite the attentions of the femboy fox for a second round. Jack had fallen back into the scene, his sweatpants were soaked in front and he could feel fresh rolls of precum drooling down the belly of his dick and sheath, over the massive balls crowded between his chubby thighs and finally down the leg of his sweats as he stood mostly-hard in them, hunched over to keep his dick from getting bent in the fabric that had been drawn taut.
Suddenly, Jack realized that he couldn't hear the video games. He never noticed them stop, and when he looked over he didn't see the little lutrai sitting on the cushion in front of the TV. Brief horror registered, and he quickly looked to the cabinet he kept his considerable stash of recreational drugs in; it was still shut, not that he had much to worry about the locked cabinet, but he'd never double-checked it with the unexpected hosting. Then, he looked to his right, and jumped as the kit was standing right beside him. Tempesta giggled at the bear's reaction.
“You havin' fun playin' with your computer? Looks like a boring game, no pictures or anything..!” the little tyke giggled, and Jack just gave a steamy huff as he shifted in his seat and carefully adjusted his t-shirt to tuck his erection-tented sweats as casually as he could out of easy sight.
“Awh, it's not anythin' as fun as Atari games, buddy. Do you need something?" Jack asked, ruffling the little kit's short headfur under one of his broad hands, marveling at how thick and soft it was.
“Uh, nah, I guess not. I just got bored. Doooo you wanna' watch a movie with me on th' couch?” the little kit wondered. Jack was used to the request; Tempesta was the touchy-feely affectionate type. Rikia had explained before that the kit's clingy interest was largely a part of being a lutrai; physical intimacy was a regular need and desire for lutrai and bears were particularly pleasant to cuddle up against, so Jack frequently found himself the target of the young boy's attentions when he was around. Tempesta was also a Heatwave baby, though, and Jack often wondered if the children conceived during that period in Aardvark Heights' history might be affected in the ways that he was, and surely Rikia as well, though the lutrai woman had a much better poker face than he did about such things.
“Aww, sure little guy. What ya' wanna watch? I only got my handful of tapes you know,” Jack said, trying to play for time to let his erection falter, unseen under the shirt. Jack couldn't deny that there was a significant measure of appeal to the idea of cuddling up on the couch with the little kid, while his crotch and sweatpants were positively soaked in precum. It was an odd prospect, but the familiar thrill deep in his gut was undeniable. Really; it wouldn't hurt anyone to be just a little bit of a Heatwave-brained degenerate, right..?
“Uhhhh… can we watch The Lion King?” the little boy asked, and Jack laughed a little.
“Again, buddy? Sure, but only if you don't make me sing along as Pumbaa again," the bear grinned, and the young lutrai giggled.
“Kay! I'll go put it in!" the boy quipped eagerly, dashing off toward the entertainment center again. Jack had a quick epiphany as he pushed the keyboard drawer closed and sighed at the sad state of his sweatpants as he felt over them.
“Hey, go pull the big blanket off my bed too, buddy, I'm a little chilly," the bear commented as he got up and carefully positioned himself as he walked into the kitchen, to avoid flashing the massive tent in his sweats to the little lutrai kit.
“Kaaaay!” Tempesta called back to him as he ran off into the bear's bedroom, and Jack shook his head with a quiet chuckle at the cute boy. The bear pulled a fresh bag of potato chips out of the cabinet and a couple bottles of root beer from the fridge, and hurried his way to the couch to sit down, just before Tempesta came back with a big comforter in tow. The kit giggled as he drug the huge blanket into the room and offered the corner up to Jack. “Here y'go!”
“Thanks, dude,” Jack laughed, tugging the blanket over his lap as he lounged back on his usual bear-shaped imprint on the couch, his favorite watching spot against the left armrest. Jack popped the top on one bottle of root beer and set the other aside as he watched the little lutrai crouch in front of the VCR and put the tape in. The kit giggled as the automated mechanism took over and reeled the tape into the slot, and the kit gleefully scampered back across the tiny living room toward the couch. He threw the blanket over his head, and climbed up under it from foot-level to pop out beside Jack on the couch with a satisfied little giggle as he shuffled close to the grizzly bear's mass. The bear could hear the little lutrai boy's eager, happy churrr resonating in his chest as the warm, soft little kit snuggled in against his side.
Jack just grinned as the video started rolling and snuggled his arm around the little boy as the lutrai kit snuggled tight to his side. Cute sounds from a cute kid.
Tempesta gave a quiet, happy sigh as he snuggled in against the bear while the movie played along, a half-hour in. Jack was a good friend; his momma's neighbor and he was pretty sure they liked each other too. Tempie liked Jack too though, the bear always had nice snacks, and he was a good cuddler and smelled good too! He used nice fabric softener and smelled like sawdust and pancakes and the woods too, sort of, at least usually! Today he smelled like more than that; there was a mellow, cozy sort of sleepy smell around the bear that he could smell in the blankets too. It was definitely still Jack but more personal feeling, like the sort of smell you might only get when you're cuddled up close and taking a nap with a friend. The kit nestled into the bear's blanket more deeply and closed his eyes briefly as he rubbed his cheek against the bear's soft, chubby side through the worn-out old t-shirt he was wearing, and Jack just readjusted his arm to rub a palm along his side with a casual little stroke through his sharky pajamas as the movie played, half-ignored by them.
“You want another sip of root beer, buddy?” the bear asked, his soft-spoken, but deep voice ronating through the side of his chest as the lutrai's cheek pressed against it. Tempie looked up at the bottle that was offered and nodded his head, reaching up with both paws. Jack was the coolest, he wasn't shy about sharing drinks with him, and even let him drink straight from the bottle on his very own! The kit sucked another eager gulp of sugary soda down and offered the bottle back, and Jack took another swig from it before he settled back and relaxed a bit more.
The blanket was really nice and warm; Jack's body felt like a hot water bottle beside him, and the well-insulated little lutrai boy gave a soft little huff as he started feeling droplets of sweat that had soaked through his fur sticking to the inside of his fleece pajamas as it was starting to get too warm. It was an easy problem to solve though! He simply reached up and pulled the zipper of his pajamas down, squirming under the covers as he opened the front up and giggled a little up to the bear as he looked down at him with a funny expression.
Jack glanced down at the little lutrai pup. He could've swore he heard a zipper as the kit was wriggling in against him, and the bear cracked a crooked grin at the boy as their eyes met.
“What was that, kiddo?” Jack wondered. The knew there was only one zipper in close proximity to them, and the kit's mischievous little glint in his eyes just made the bear even more playfully suspicious. He was too cute to even cause a flash of annoyance in the bear's mind, even if he was being a little naughty.
“Noooothin',” the little lutrai said as he nibbled on his lower lip. “Um…you smell nice, Jack." Jack blinked and laughed a little.
“I'm glad you think so, little guy. C'mon, you too warm under there or something?” the bear wondered, lifting the blankets to confirm. Tempesta's pajamas were unzipped all the way down the front, to just past his navel. In the slight bit of space between the pajamas and his belly, the bear could see the kit's tight Ducktales-print briefs; the sight brought a fresh wash of arousal in the pent-up bear for some reason, and, briefly horrified, he stared at the sight that had caused it, feeling his sheath filling out with his erection yet again.
“It was kinna' hot, yeh. Is okay though! I can juss' take my jammies off an' then I can keep cuddlin'!” the boy quipped with a sweet little giggle at him. Jack huffed with suppressed frustration as those feelings surged right back up from where they'd been shoved down to be ignored. The bear swallowed back the instinct to overreact, to overcorrect for something that shouldn't be that big of a deal, and forced a smile.
“Awh, buddy. Coulda' said something, you don't have to stay under the blanket to keep cuddling,” Jack said, willing his erection to stop growing. He should've gone and dealt with himself privately before the movie; he was blue-balled, the writing didn't help his situation at all either. But the look from the little kit; he didn't want to let the boy down, either. After all…cuddling and physical closeness were important for lutrai, right..? Jack gave a tender reposition of himself on the sofa beside the lutrai kit and chuckled, quietly, as he gave in. “Oh…alright, buddy. If you're gettin' too hot you might as well take ‘em off. Just don’t tell your momma' I let you, okay?” the bear grinned, and the lutrai kit giggled and nodded eagerly in conspiratorial agreement.
“Kay!” the boy quipped, shifting eagerly as Jack helped him pull his arms out of the sleeves, and eventually the little boy stood up and let Jack's trembling fingers guide his pajamas down around his feet, where the boy could step out of him. The position brought the bear's nose to the plump little lump of the lutrai kit's endowment in the snug cotton. Jack's sensitive nose could smell the boy's sweet sweat in the air, and the lutrai looked down at him with a crooked grin as Jack's eyes drifted upward, and then the bear righted himself as he took the pajamas to shake them out and toss them over the back of the nearby chair.
“Better, bud? Not too cold now?” Jack wondered, rubbing his hands along the little kit's sides and tickling up into his armpits, making the boy squeal out with ticklish giggles. Jack suppressed a thrilled little huff as he felt the raw heat of the little kit's underarms, and the damp fur left his fingers just a bit slicked in that little boy's sweet-scented, salty sweat.
“Uh…nah, it'll be nice!" the little kit supposed, looking down at himself with a little giggle, then over to the bear. Jack didn't flinch as the kit moved closer, but gave a faint ‘hey!’ of surprise as the little boy started pulling at his worn-out t-shirt. "Now you, uncle Jack!”
“Wait, me?” Jack laughed, “You're the hot one!” The words hadn't even finished being spoken before Jack grinned at the double entendre.
“Yeaaaah but your fur is softer than some dumb old shirt! Cuddle with meeeee,” the kit giggled, insisting. Jack gave another huff as he bunched the blanket over the growing tent in his sweatpants, and he laughed along with the little kit.
“Awh, buddy..! Fine, but you gotta promise not to tell your mom, okay?” Jack huffed. This was quickly crossing a line he'd drawn in the sand years ago, when his urges around little ones had started to manifest. He was good about suppressing them, of course, but there was something about the innocent-seeming proposal that made Jack's toes positively curl. He could feel the signature throb in the root of his arousal as he issued up another fresh drooling of thick precum down the leg of his sweatpants. Still, he sat up and slowly pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it into the hallway and scratching over his chest and belly to help straighten his fur.
“Promise!” Tempie giggled, lunging against Jack's side and hugging him around the chest. The kit buried his face shamelessly into the thick fur under his arm, giggling quietly as he squeezed closer. Jack gripped the blanket to tug it up and better hide the massive erection prying up the front of his sweatpants now, driven on by the little boy's nuzzling into his thick-furred underarm, wondering if the boy might be prone to the same oddball fetishes the Heatwave gave him, even. It was a worthy rumination as the boy didn't seem to flinch or shy away at all from the bear's warm, musky, masculine scent, and Jack simply wrapped his arm around the lutrai kit to hold the young boy close, while the kit nuzzled into Jack's fur as he hugged against the bear's side tightly.
“Awh, there's a good buddy,” Jack laughed as a song from the movie droned in the background, and he settled back against the couch as Tempesta enjoyed himself, cuddling in tighter against the bear's side. It only took a minute before the little kit came up for air and nuzzled into the bear's scruffy neck instead, pressing close to his stomach and half-laying against him. Jack just lazily stroked along the little boy's back and backside, kneading his tail's root as the little boy shifted his hips against his belly, just as Jack's cheek rubbed up against the kit's.
“Heee, my thing is stiffy,” the little boy mumbled as he pushed tighter to Jack. As soon as the words were uttered, Jack could feel it there; a tiny little ridge, smashed neatly against his belly. He still couldn't believe what he'd heard the little boy say, however, and Jack withdrew slightly just to look in the boy's adorable, wide and innocent ocean-blue eyes and tipped his head.
“Hah, what was that, buddy?” Jack feebly urged as his mind reeled, for some reason; even as the little kit stood up and showed him. The little lutrai boy's underwear were tented proudly in front, a tiny ridge of hard otter-cock prying out the fabric enough that it drew snug to each of the little boy's grape-sized nuts below. He was surprisingly fat-balled for a little boy his age; there was no doubt in Jack's mind now that the boy was a Heatwave baby.
“Hee! It's hard, see?” the boy quipped, as Jack stared in shock down at the little kit's erection. The bear shuddered as another one of those thick, eager throbs wracked the root of his cock and he felt a harder jet of precum pelt down the leg of his sweats. The heat rapidly built in his belly and balls, and Jack could feel the bloom of warmth as a subtle, humid sweat built under his thick grizzly fur. He barely even heard himself say what came next, though in the moment, some bit of his mind registered vague, faint protest even as he was formulating the response.
“Woah, that's awesome, buddy. Mine is too,” Jack said, still stunned. The change in his tone was only barely perceptible; but among the tweens and teenagers who were now fully-matured adults, those who now were forced to live with the Heatwave's lingering effects, the tiny change in his tone spoke volumes about his mental state. Only distantly, did any part of his remaining capacity for conscious thought protest against the bear's libido at the sheer taboo of what was coming. Those feeble protests didn't matter anymore, however; it was basically already done, after all. The little lutrai boy had effortlessly crushed every wall the bear had put up against his urges with a single, innocent action.
Jack's Heatwave-brain had won again.
“Really?!" the kit blurted, “Can I see? Wanna cuddle in our fur? I can touch it, right?” the little lutrai giggled, pulling at the blankets even as Jack's hand reflexively tried to hold the blanket up, one tiny, distant, isolated little part of his mind still screaming in protest and driving that grip, but wholly unheard by any remaining part of Jack aside from that one hand. The bear laughed and squeezed the little kit in against his belly again, palming the little lutrai's backside before he squeezed it firmly, and kissed the boy on the lips.
“Yeah, you can see it, little buddy," Jack rumbled. The blanket finally fell from that hand as the last vestiges of protest left him, and the same hand pushed the waist of the sweatpants down, exposing the entirety of the bear's precum-soaked pubic fur, his softball-sized balls and the thick barrel of his retracted sheath covering the last four inches of his cock, a further foot of which sprung up when freed of his sweatpants. Jack watched the little kit's eyes widen in glee at the sight, and the excitable little lutrai stared as Jack wrapped his hand around the massive, meaty length and pumped it slowly to smear a thick, even glazing of precum over his cock in full sight of the little boy.
“Woaaaah! Heee! It's huge! Mine's just little, see?” the little lutrai kit giggled as he twisted his hips to the side and pulled the front of his underwear down. A tiny, three-inch length of pink flesh sprung up, fully emerged from its little sheath that banded at his base, attached with a tiny webbing of flesh to the fat little grape-sized balls crowded beneath in a velvety-furred sack, and it was quickly eclipsed by the bear's bulk as Jack tugged the boy in close again. Tempesta obliged with a giggly churrr, grinding his hips to send that exposed boyhood grinding through the bear's thick fur.
“Awh, woah…it's perfect just how it is, little fella'…mngh,” Jack grunted mid-stroke as he pulsed a shot of precum onto his stomach and chest, the surge of clear fluid thickly stranded with brimming-over semen as it soaked into his fur just an inch shy of splattering the little boy's muzzle, who giggled in surprise at the spurt. "Hey, uh…let's pause the movie and go play some games, okay?”
Uncle Jack is the best! the little tyke thought, clinging to the bear's frontside and pushing his hips eagerly against the big bear's tummy, shivering as his thingy twitched and tingled as it dug a groove in the big bear's belly-fur.
“Okay Jack! Are they fun games?” the little kit quipped, before squealing as Jack picked him up and hugged him tighter, palming his butt and giving it a squeeze. Jack stood up and strode eagerly back to the tiny bedroom, only a few steps from the couch while playfully manhandling him. The boy found himself suddenly dangling by an ankle and then from his tail, before the bear finally hung him across one huge bicep, supporting him by his belly as the bear's free hand pulled the kit's cartoon-print underwear down and off entirely. The kit giggled at the manhandling and his abrupt nakedness in the bear's warm bedroom, and laughed even harder as he was thrown onto the bed. The springs squeaked, heavily worn under the massive bear's weight, and the kit sprawled out, still laughing as he laid under the spinning ceiling fan that made him feel a little shivery with the breeze on his sweaty fur.
“Buddy, they're gonna be the most fun ever, promise,” Jack rumbled, pushing his sweatpants down and off completely. Tempie stared in awe as the big bear's huge, pink cock bobbed against his big belly, flared at the end and drooling big mess of slimy precum that had soaked his huge, pendulously-swinging balls and all over his leg. Uncle Jack smelled so nice, big and strong and manly without being gross even a little bit! The mess of slimy slickness all over the bear made Tempie giggle as he reached up to rub the slick streak the bear had recently left in his bellyfur, causing the bear's waterproof fur to slick and spike up as it was smeared.
“Hee, hee! It's leaking all over, uncle Jack. Good thing you're waterproof,” the boy joked, proud of his little bit of lutrai humor his mommy helped him learn. The kit knelt at the edge of the bed as the bear stood there with his head ducked under the ceiling fan's lights, scratching the back of his neck with one hand and pumping his hand on his cock with the other as he stared down at him, and Tempie waggled his thick tail so hard his own little boyhood shook. “So how do we play?”
“Rrrrh…you're about to find out, kiddo,” the bear rumbled playfully, climbing onto the bed and backing the little lutrai kit along the mattress with a playful chuckle. “Mnh. I'm gonna do a bunch of stuff to you, but if you wanna' stop or you wanna' try anything anything new, you just say the word. Okay, buddy?”
“Okay uncle Jack!” the little lutrai boy quipped excitedly, giggling as the bear climbed over him and loomed massive over the young boy, even as Tempie backed up and soon found himself crowded up against the headboard. The bear's muzzle lowered and pressed to the kit's, kissing him square on the lips, and the boy kissed back with a sweet little giggle as Jack rumbled down into his ear afterward.
“Do you like to play with yourself, big guy?” Jack asked, his voice taking on a new, subtle purr of a rumble as he lowered his muzzle and breathed in against the little lutrai's chest, then his shoulder, and tucked under his arm. Jack's nose tickled a little, and it made Tempesta squirm with delight and giggle as he tried to shut out the bear, and ended up simply clamping the bear's muzzle under his arm as the bear playfully snuffled into his damp underarm fur.
“Heeeee! Uh, sometimes. Momma says I gotta' stop rubbin' on my plushies cuz' they're hard to clean,” the little boy giggled. “Buuuut, I can play with it in the bathtub if I wanna, or if I need to and it's not bathtime momma says I can do it in the toilet!” Jack drew a deep breath through the little kit's underarm fur and followed it with a broad, savoring swipe of his huge tongue which caused another peal of ticklish laughter from the little boy.
“Oh, yeah, buddy? You must make big messes if your momma' makes you do it in the bathtub, huh?” the bear asked. His voice was a little shaky, and the little lutrai could feel his uncle Jack's messy, musky drizzling of precum oozing over his tail, making him squirm with delight as the big bear's hands roamed over his side and belly. Jack's tongue slipped out and dragged through his armpit fur again, making him squirm again with giddy, ticklish energy as the bear lapped up his sweat.
“Uhhh! Yeah, I guess,” the little kit churred, arching his back as Jack's fingers slowly slid between his thighs and caressed his balls under his huge fingers with a tender, teasing touch that made the little lutrai arch his hips excitedly.
“Awh, poor fella'. Well, you can do it wherever you wanna, here, okay?” Jack said, smiling down to the little kit. Tempie giggled and squirmed as the bear's fingers closed around his sheath, and gently used it to stroke his stiff boyhood, making him shiver and twitch between the bear's fingers.
“Heee! Even if I wanna squirt up your nose?” the little kit giggled, looking down as uncle Jack played with his stiff boyhood, using his big hand to smear a bunch of musky bear-precum all over the young lutrai's little weenie.
“Hah! Even with as little as you are, squirt, I think you'd have trouble fittin' it up my nose,” the bear teased. “I can do ya' one better, though,” he rumbled, piquing the young kit's curiosity.
Jack smiled at the innocent, confused and curious little look from the lutrai kit as he said that. The expression was irresistible; the bear simply leaned down, and took another deep breath of the boy's scent, this time in his lap. The kit smelled fantastic, a blend of strawberry body-wash, fabric softener, sweat and arousal blended into a sweet cocktail that made Jack growl feebly with desperate arousal. The bear simply leaned closer, and kissed the boy's pelvis with a gentle trailing of his tongue on the kit's soft fur, then again on his inner thigh, smiling as the boy spread his legs to invite him. The third kiss landed on Tempesta's boyhood; not atop its surface, but around it, and the young kit's sack. An effortless embrace of his muzzle around the little boy's eager erection and balls both, sealing his lips to the kit's lap and suckling slowly as he let his eyes drift closed in bliss, feeling the boy arch eagerly up against his attention.
“Mnah! A-ah, uncle Jack!” the little boy cried under him, and Jack rumbled a sweet note down to him as he soothingly caressed the little boy's tummy under a heavy hand. His tongue laid flat against the boy's stiff member, feeling its eager twitch and throb as he pinned it up to the roof of his mouth. He suckled, lightly, on the kit's whole package, balls and all as he indulged himself on the boy, nuzzling down against the little kit's pelvis and breathing his scent, as the boy squirmed against him. The bear's broad tongue caressed the kit's fat little balls, washing their velvety-furred sack clean with broad strokes before he turned his tongue's focus on the little lutrai kit's boyhood. Tempesta grabbed the bear's ears and folded them as he held on for dear life, giggling and gasping excitedly as Jack polished slow, eager, suckling laps over the boy's little erection.
As Jack began to tenderly bob his head in the little boy's lap, barely ten seconds had passed before the little kit squeaked abruptly and shuddered, pulling the bear's ears hard and causing Jack to shove his muzzle greedily back into the little kit's lap. The lutrai's boyhood flexed, and Jack felt a hard, intensely salty, musky shot of immature cum fire across his tongue as the little kit gave an overwhelmed whimper and squeak that signaled the beginning of an intense and sudden peak. Jack shuddered in turn and slowly suckled and nursed on the boy's arousal as it throbbed desperately under his tongue, silently counting the intense pulses of the little boy's copious climax as he coaxed it along; it was the only true way to know if someone had the Heatwave's blessing or not.
Four. Five. Six. Yeah, nice and easy; there's a good boy.
Jack swooned with bliss as he swallowed, repeatedly, to keep up with the hyper-productive little cub. The boy crooned and rolled his hips up urgently, desperately treating the bear as Jack simply urged him along with slow curls of his tongue around the little boy's jerking erection while it spasmed desperately in his jaws. With each copious splatter across his tongue and over the roof of his mouth, Jack grew more and more certain that the boy had been given the same blessing as he had, all those years ago.
Nine. Ten. Eleven. Woah, yeah…let it all out, little buddy.
The kit huffed out with a strained little groan, his ears pinned back, eyes squinted shut and teeth bared as the little lutrai's whiskers bristled. Tense, the boy curled in over Jack's head until he was balled up and bodily hugging the bear's whole head, hugging it tight to his lap with sweet, desperate, tense vocalizations of climactic bliss muffled into the scruffy collar of fur on the back of Jack's neck. In his bliss, Jack felt another thick pulse of his precum paint a streak up his stomach and splash off of his chin with considerable enough force to cause it to splatter and spall in a broad raining of slimy arousal that drenched the underside of the little boy's tail.
Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Oh my god, he's so fucking perfect.
“H-hhnnaaahh, uncle- ah, hnfh- u-unhhcle Jack, aieeah!” the little kit abruptly squealed, finally overwhelmed. Jack knew the feeling all too well, there was a point during a Heatwave orgasm that, when urged along for too long and too well, you felt like the intense, orgasmic bliss was causing your body to shoot your very soul out through your cock. Jack, however, was armed with a wealth of experience in the matter, and knew exactly how to help the kit back from the edge. He used a paw to urge the kit to lay back again as he slipped his greedy muzzle off of the boy's member. In the same motion, Jack curled his fingers around the little kit's sheath, pumping the pulsing little boy dick in perfect rhythm with his powerful shots as that slender little penis jetted out in the open, now, to paint proud white streaks across the little kit's stomach, across the bear's headboard and up the wall of his bedroom as the boy kept firing in his Heatwave-fueled volume and pressure. Jack's muzzle briefly pressed a slow kiss against the little boy's blessed, fat little balls as he reverently stared at the ivory arcs of semen pouring from the tiny boy's throbbing erection just inches from his nose, not minding in the least wherever those impressive, powerful shots landed, so long as they just kept coming for him.
Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four… Oh, you little stud; I need to see you breed a little girl your age.
Jack leaned up to kiss the little boy as the kit trembled and gasped and whimpered, writhing on the bed with desperate, wracking pleasure, alternating between rolling his hips up to the bear's hand's attention, arching his back in shuddering convulsions or, oversensitive, pulling his knees together to try to guard from the bear's gentle urging. The kit's muzzle opened with a breathy, incoherent vocalization and the little boy clumsily licked across Jack's teeth and tongue. Jack eagerly obliged him by sharing a taste of the kit's cum with him; salty, oceanic musk and pure, as-of-yet immature promise of future fertility. The kit whimpered out openly and Jack huffed hotly as he felt the kit's erection faltering, finally, as Jack counted out the thirtieth pulse in his head, a meager, exhausted dribble of semen oozed out over the bear's thumb and, finally, the little kit shuddered and slumped back fully against the sweat-soaked mattress, with a gasping, breathless giggle.
For several long beats, Jack simply stared at the incredible fan-shaped mess of streaks the boy had left in his bedroom, and kept soothingly kneading the boy's balls. Tempesta panted and whimpered wordlessly, and only barely squirmed on the bed as Jack worshipfully touched him. Jack swallowed once more, before he found his voice again.
“W-woah, good job, big guy,” Jack laughed a little feebly, still panting hotly as the little kit laid beneath him, still trembling. The bear grinned and kissed the lutrai boy's chest, using his tongue to swipe another taste of that addictive white offering from the little boy's fur before he scooted up and flopped beside the boy, causing the whole bed to shake and bounce under his mass. Jack's hand went behind his head and the bear lounged out, stroking himself with his left hand as the lutrai tucked under his right arm and buried his nose back into his fluffy armpit fur. They laid in quiet, panting afterglow for what couldn't have been more than two minutes before Jack eventually broke the quiet again.
“Mmnhh…that was a big one, buddy. Are they usually like that?” Jack wondered, unashamedly stroking his massive cock and milking out fresh shots of precum that painted up his stomach, soon building a slicked, slimy runway from his pubic fur to his chin in semen-tainted slickness as the kit recovered.
“Mnph…heeeee!” the little kit giggled breathlessly as he buried his nose into the bear's underarm fur and tried to recover, despite breathing exclusively through his nose, there. “Uh…it usually just squirts and leakies for a while. You made it feel way better so I made a lot more!" the boy reasoned, his voice just barely muffled in the bear's armpit fur. Jack panted faintly as he stroked himself, gathering a palmful of overflowing, cum-laced precum.
“Mnh, you must stop playing with it too soon after you start off," Jack mused, leaning over to tuck his nose down and kiss the little boy's cheek as the kit kept his nose buried in his armpit. "If you ever wanna make another big one like that while you're over here, y'know who to ask,” Jack grinned, only a moment before he reached over to smear his palm-full of semen-tainted precum all over the little kit's face, throat and chest. The boy squealed and giggled hard at the mess as Jack did slid his soaked fingers into the little boy's underarm to smear the fur down with a slick of his own juices there, too. “Woops! Got a lil' somethin' on your face, buddy,” Jack grinned as the kit laughed and rubbed his smeared face back against the bear's underarm to wipe the musky slime off in the sweaty tufts of fur.
“Eeeagh!” the kit giggled, sticking his tongue out, though he quickly went to nuzzling back into the bear's armpit and lapping through his fur, breathing deeply at the rich, potent masculinity of the bear's horny musk.
“Mnh…ready to try something else, buddy?" Jack wondered, grinning crookedly. “Think I can fit this under your tail?” the bear joked as he waved his immensely fat-rooted dick in the air, easily the size of the little lutrai's leg, and Tempesta squeaked out giggly laughter.
“Nooo!" the kit laughed at the absurd suggestion, “Can I play with it though? I wanna help!"
“Mnh, yeah, you can help, big fella'. Tell ya' what,” Jack grinned, sitting up a little as he scooted to press his back to the cum-smeared headboard, “Go kneel between my legs and get your paws really slippery,” the bear urged. The lutrai kit eagerly giggled and moved between the bear's thick thighs, kneeling on the bed with his knees tucked just under the massive, fluffy-furred balls of the bear. He smeared his fingers in the big bear's constant drooling of white-tinted precum, and began spreading it all over the glans of the bear's cock with both webbed little paws, giggling.
“It's so messy,” the little kit churred, biting his lip as he explored his friend. The bear growled appreciatively at the touches, and kept pumping his hand on his arousal's base as he stared down to the little kit polishing his precum around on the first six inches of his rock-hard cock.
“Awh, yeah. Cuz' you get me goin' so good, hot stuff. You ain't seen nothin' yet, though,” Jack grinned as he rumbled. “Rrrh…think you can you fit one of your little paws down inside my sheath?” Jack urged, still pumping the midpoint of his dick, but leaving space for the boy to survey the situation for himself. Despite knowing that he was on borrowed time before the boy's mother got back, Jack had trouble settling on a plan, nor on any specific idea; he was so eager to try an endless blur of hazily-formed ideas of varying possibility that raced through his mind, inspired by the little boy in the moment and with the Heatwave pouring fuel on the fire. Logic dictated, though, that more advanced things would have to wait. The young boy was far too precious to rush along; Jack wanted - no, he had to savor every last experience in its entirety. The little lutrai kit giggled and smeared precum between his hands, soaking them both all over as the bear happily poured up fresh surges of that thick slime for the boy to play with as he rubbed the slickness back into the bear's cock-flesh.
“Uh-huhh! You have a big sheef, it'll fit my paws!” the boy said. It was so simple and matter-of-fact, and the task was completely trivial to the boy, Jack soon found out. The young lutrai simply flattened both paws around the bear's cockbase and pushed down, slipping straight into his sheath and fondling at his cock's deepest-hidden flesh, which brought a deep grunt out of Jack.
“Awh, buddy, that's perrrrfect. Wanna' give me some nice rubbin' in there first?” Jack panted, staring down at the adorable little boy felt around and smeared precum inside his sheath, the bear's fuzzy, fatty holster effortlessly stretching for the boy to explore. Jack's eyes rolled back in his head and back up to that lazily spinning ceiling fan as he let the boy play, polishing his cock with his hand as the kit's fingers roamed his root.
“Woah, there's lotsa' room in here!” the kit giggled, and Jack groaned playfully as he smeared a fresh upwelling of precum into his fingers, then reached down to rub the mess over his balls, panting a bit deeper as his belly shook with laughter.
“You bet there is, buddy. Mmnhf…you wanna' do somethin' real special for me, though? Move your paws up and down how I was,” Jack play-growled, “All the way from the top to the bottom where your paws are now, nice and steady. And…rrrh, just don't stop ‘til I stop makin' a mess, okay?” Jack panted. He was so pent up that his balls ached, fueling a desperate need to ease the pressure.
“Heee! You gonna make a big squirty too?” the boy asked, experimenting with ways to stroke the bear. He couldn't fit the entire girth of the grizzly into his hands, so simply braced them on opposite sides of the bear's flesh and squeezed it between them, gliding his fingers up and down. Jack groaned as the lutrai tried new things, and eventually guided his grip to smear the boy's palms over the most sensitive spot under his glans, second only to the root of his cock inside his sheath.
“Mmnhyeah, buddy; so long as you keep rubbing like that,” Jack panted, spreading his legs wider and shuddering as the young lutrai worked in exaggerated motions on him, employing as much grip as he could with his little, webbed paws as the bear groaned and let his hands rest at his sides, gripping the bedsheets. Jack's teeth bared slightly, and he hissed. “Mnh, yeah, buddy…oh, yeah. Up and down, up and down,” he urged, trying to set the boy's pace until the little lutrai got the hang of it. The kit giggled sweetly and leaned up to kiss Jack's cocktip, surprising the bear as the little boy seemed as eager to sample him as Jack was to sample the kit's. The kiss was gentle, and loving. A suckling little lingering tonguing around his urethra that surely gave the kit enough precum to swallow in that short little motion. The boy smacked his lips and licked over his precum-stranded whiskers as he pulled back.
“M-bleh,” the kit giggled, lolling his tongue out. “It's gooey,” he teased Jack as the bear laughed out, and bit his lip as he rolled his hips up and fucked the little lutrai's hands.
“Yeah, buddy..mnf, you can taste all you want, but don't put your mouth over the end, okay? Don't wanna be the first babysitter in history to drown an otter-folk,” Jack teased. Music to his ears as the little boy giggled with delight at his joke, and Jack arched his hips again as those urgent orgasmic muscles began to tense inside him, the pleasure rising quickly. “Mmnff, okay buddy. Nice and steady now, almost there. Just keep going buddy, hhh-yeah, oh gosh, Tempie…that's perfect, little buddy, keep it up-ah, fffuu-..!"
The encouragement was plenty to keep the little kit focused on his task, and Jack was soon growling quietly as his pleasure intensified rapidly toward its peak. The bear ground his heels into the edge of the bed and bit his lip, grunting out a deep, gutteral groan of encouragement to the little boy whose paws were rapidly, effortlessly gliding up and down his manhood as the bear teetered to the very edge with an unsteady arc of semen painting his stomach with six ounces of seed even before the first wracking clutch of muscles at his root built with his climax. The lutrai kept eagerly working him, now, in rapid pumps up and down the entirety of his length as Jack tensed and grunted out with deeply-pleasured release as his hips shuddered, and arched skyward.
A massive, pearly rope burst from the bear's erection, soaring skyward and into the blades of the ceiling fan with an unmistakable sound, echoed a moment later by the similarly unmistakable sound of more than a pint of semen pouring in broad arcs around the room as it was shattered into thousands of droplets and slung recklessly by the blades of the fan. Jack huffed and snorted and grunted again as another buck of his hips jiggled his huge stomach, and the second pouring bolt of semen joined the first, and a fresh pattering of seed flung throughout the room, drenching the walls, furniture, himself and the boy. Jack gritted his teeth as the boy squealed out joyous laughter at the spectacle, shaking the bear's arousal with vigorous, brisk pumping as fresh surges of fertility roared up from within the bear and surged from his rock-hard, throbbing cock; painting thick stripes of pearly white across the ceiling, the walls, the bed, and the bear's chest and stomach with no sign of slowing.
A groan drifted to a deep, gutteral, feral ursine sound as Jack's eyes rolled back mid-climax and he pumped his hips into the little boy's urging, and he only barely managed to crack his eyes open to stare down at the little boy's joyous expression as he marveled at the bear's torrent. Desperate need abruptly surged through the bear, and he shoved himself forward, curling down as he opened his jaws wide. The little boy, filled and thriving with his own Heatwave instinct, knew precisely what the bear wanted in that moment and shoved forward on the bear's massive arousal to aim his powerfully surging erection upward. Another shot across the ceiling. Then another that painted a broad slick across the mirror on the wall with a percussive pattering of splash and ricochet onto the nightstand and dresser. As the little lutrai boy guided the surging torrent toward its target, a slight overcorrection crossed the headboard, then Jack's face, and splattered a puddle across the sheets. The little lutrai kit had zeroed in on his mark, though, and the next enormous surge poured straight into the big bear's gaping jaws, his massive tongue reeled out into a landing strip as the kit aided him in pouring pints of seed directly into his mouth, only missing his target and painting the bear's face instead when the bear closed his jaws to swallow once, then again as the kit found Jack's rhythm and began helpfully milking his fat cock for each massive blast of cum while aiming it carefully to coat the bear as further thick globs continued to rain from the ceiling and soaked fan above.
Jack's composure faltered, and he slumped back on the bed, digging his heels into the mattress and driving his surging cock through the little lutrai's paws hungrily as he growled and howled out his pleasure, muscle flexing and tense as he writhed under the lutrai's ministration. The lutrai kept his promise, undaunted and not one to tire quickly as he kept milking the bear until Jack, too, felt that intense, overwhelmed sensation that brought the kit to squeal out in desperation. Jack welcomed it, as his ears began to ring, and he saw stars in the corner of his vision as the room around him darkened, pinched to a tight tunnel of perception, and finally disappeared.
When he came to, Jack couldn't be sure of exactly how long it had been since the velvet bliss had swallowed him. The powerful scent of hyper-fertile Heatwave-blessed grizzly-bear cum only barely left enough olfactory space for the scent of the young lutrai's semen to blend in among it. The little boy was held tightly against his stomach and chest under Jack's ar,m and the bear's flared glans was pressed firmly to the little kit's undertail, still pulsing weakly with latent, prolonged throbs as the bear stroked himself in a hand and probed insistently against the young lutrai's last line of defense as he came back to his senses. Giggling, the little kit squirmed back against his tip and gasped each time the bear pulsed a fresh shot up against his thus-far watertight pucker, but the crooning of the little kit only drove Jack to smear himself more firmly there, threatening powering his way through the little boy as the little kit squeaked and giggled in response. Jack could hear the familiar, steady drip-drip-drip of pooled semen dripping from the bed to a puddle on the carpet, and eventually opened his eyes to look around the room, grimacing at its state.
He hadn't seen anything like it since he'd graduated college, where numerous Heatwave-kid orgies took place in frat houses and venue bathrooms. Jack's little apartment's bedroom was an utter ruin. A testament to debauched, Heatwave-fueled need; arcs of semen dripping down every wall, slimy strings of seed hanging, slung like garland between lamps and decorations. A badge of triumph across the window, several streaks clinging to the glass and dripping their way down, easily visible from the sidewalk outside; unmistakable in what it meant. Jack's fur was saturated, as was the little lutrai's, in a mixture of sweat and semen and precum. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but the lutrai's little erection was buried inside his bellybutton, brought to his attention as the kit gave another eager little grind his hips as he churred out a satisfied sound, thrusting slowly into the cum-glazed slickness of the bear's belly-fat deepened navel with idle relish.
It was that same Heatwave instinct that called Jack to swipe a thumb-full of his cum from his own fur and press it to the lutrai's lips. The kit obediently opened his mouth and accepted it, and those beautiful, ocean-blue eyes locked on Jack's as the kit suckled his thumb clean with a sweet little rumble of that satisfied, churring noise not deterred in the slightest. Jack leaned down after the kit had polished his thumb clean, and he kissed the little boy again, sharing a swipe of their tongues together as he huffed a quiet breath out.
“Hhhnff…little fella'…I think we made a little mess,” the bear said as a grin tugged the corner of his mouth up, and the kit responded with a giddy little giggle.
“You made most of it!” the boy giggled hard, still gently rocking his hips against the bear's belly. Jack could feel the little boy's member throbbing in his bellybutton, and the sensation caused a thrill to renew the strength of his own erection.
“Mnh, yeah. That's why I'm not gonna' make you clean it up, buddy,” Jack teased back with a toothy grin. “B'sides. That was just the easy one,” the bear growled playfully, as he arched his hips and probed harder against the lutrai kit's under-tail, “What'cha say we have some real fun, now?”
“'Kay!” the cub quipped sweetly as he bore back, meeting Jack's energy effortlessly, exactly as Jack expected from the little boy. “What'cha wanna' do now, uncle Jack?”
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