I don’t normally find myself with this many finished drafts to post.  There should be a lot more shorter progress posts from here on out as far as stories go; enjoy these longer bits while you can.  (If you’ve missed out on Scott’s story so far, chapter one and chapter two, also NSFW, are available on Yiffstar.)


I was in the middle of my mid-afternoon pawing-off when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I wouldn’t normally let it bother me but it went on for several minutes.

I answered the door, still stroking my dripping, greasy cock in a way meant to scare off whoever might be soliciting. But it was only Arky, who nearly knocked me over as he rushed me with a hug.

“Dude! We’ve been so worried—you haven’t been answering your phone or anything—and we were supposed to hear from you yesterday!”

“I got distracted,” I said, pushing him off me and letting him in.

“I can see that,” he said, eyeing my softening-but-still-wet member. “But you’d think you’d let your prospective mates know if you planned on beating your meat for thirty-six hours, no? It’s worse than where you turned yourself into stone for a week and didn’t tell anybody!”

“Hey, I didn’t think anyone would notice that…”

“At Christmas?” he said, a kind of sad look coming over his face.

“Anyway, I haven’t been pawing off for thirty-six hours,” I said, trying to change the subject. “I— where’s Flair?” I asked, noticing a distinct absence of coonmuzzle on my cock as we sat on the couch.

“He’s at work,” he said. “Some of us hafta make a living, you know.”

I ignored this. “I got another message from that human.”

Understanding followed by disappointment crossed Arky’s features. “I guess you won’t be settling for us plain vanilla furs then, will you?”

I hugged him to me, and he started crying. I was surprised, and didn’t know what to do, other than keep holding him.

“I love you, Scott,” he said into my shoulder. “You’re so special to me…”

“I… I…”

“I wanted to belong to you,” he said. “Do you have any idea what kind of power a big cat like you has on a mouse like me?”


“From the moment I met you, and you and me got along like a dream…”


“…doing my best to get Flair interested in you so we could play together…”



“I— I didn’t know you felt so strongly,” I said.

“But I guess you only have feelings for humans,” he said. “Well here: make me human.”


“I know you can do it. Flair doesn’t know I skipped work; he doesn’t have to know about this, either. I’m willing to give up being normal for you… just please, take me…”


“Do it!”

I wanted to. It would be easy. But… “You’re not leaving Flair for me,” I said. “You’re special to me too—more than anybody—but I’m not going to be that guy.”

We sat quiet for a while. Arky calmed down some, recovered his composure, dried his eyes, blew his nose.

“I could tell Flair,” he said, “About the humans. You know he’d be into it. And then we could—”

“Sure he’d like it. He’s taken everything else I’ve thrown at him. But could he keep quiet about it?”

“He wouldn’t have to! We wouldn’t have to tell him you’ve been importing humans from—wherever it is you get them from—just that you have a thing for them. It’ll go neatly with that fib about the gorillas, and he’ll be able to lord it over those shaven human-wannabes who hang out at the mall.”

I tried to suppress a bad memory. “But… what about Toby?”


“The… imported human.”

Arky made an exasperated grunt and stormed into the kitchen. Times like that I know he needs time to himself. So I went and put my sweats on, while he made angry sandwiches. I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling and thinking. I was torn between wanting not to hurt my friend on the one paw, and the feeling I might be—I didn’t want to think it—settling for less on the other paw. I half felt like turning to stone for a year to avoid the problem. No, that wouldn’t help. Maybe a big tattoo of shame across my forehead. “BAD TIGER.” I was trying to work out what typeface best conveyed horrible shame when Arky came back out.

“I’ve made a decision,” he said. “I’m gonna let you try your paw with this human guy…but when that doesn’t work out—sorry, I mean if—you’ll be with us, okay?”

I got up and hugged him. “All right man,” I said. “I promise.”

I realized later it wasn’t the most rational thing to do, but I figured it was better than my tattoo of shame idea. And suddenly he was leading me back to my bedroom. “Ratty got something on his mind?” I said.

“Well, I interrupted your pawing off…,” he said, “So I figured I should help you finish. We’re allowed to play separately, you know, even if we never get to.”

“Ah yeah?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, hopping on the bed. “So now the big bad kitty gets to play with the mousie he caught.”

I pulled his pants off as he ripped off his shirt, then got on the bed myself, stripping. I let him talk on… it was his way of taking charge, directing the play, even if he did get a bit silly sometimes.

He kneeled over me. “First the big cat makes the li’l mouse suck him hard again…”

I put a paw on the back of his head and pushed him down on my cock. I took a hint from his narration and set a shrinking spell on him, shrinking him down by about a foot and a half.

He grinned up at me and kissed my cockhead, suckling pre from it. “And now the cat’s ready, he pins the mouse to stuff him with his load.”

I picked him up and pulled him to me, licking his nose. My cock was against his tailhole, and I pushed into the velvet tightness of his tunnel. I grabbed his hips and pushed him down, pinning him on my full length.

“Mm… big kitty,” he said. I drummed my claws on his belly, and shrunk him another half a foot, mewling at the renewed tightness of his hole.

I grabbed his cock—smaller than my thumb now, even rock-hard—and started pumping it, willing it larger and larger, his balls following suit, till he had balls down to his knees and had cock all the way up my chest, and steady dripping of pre soaking my chestfur.

I grabbed his cock with both paws and started suckling it.

“That’s not very catli—” he began, breaking off into a distracted mrr-hrr as I gave his cock a bear-hug squeeze. I do tend to get carried away a bit with my dick in a tight hole, I tell you. Times like that, I start… improvising.

Arky’s shaft was almost as big around as his torso used to be and I held it like I would have held him, kissing its head with the intensity I wanted to share with the rat himself. I slid my tongue into the slit, stroking it with my roughness, and was rewarded with a shot of pre and a moan from the rat, and I wanted to feel what he felt.

I flexed my dick inside him and purred softly as the merge started, the rat’s big dick on my chest now sending its pleasure to my brain as well. Arky’s thoughts and feelings flooded into me too, and even at this point his love was stronger than his lust. It shook me a bit.

“I love you, Arky,” I said, because I had to. Then I grabbed his shoulder with one paw and his head with the other, pushing him down like clay, his features smushing together as his head folded into his body, and his body folded up into a ball, and the ball into my scrotum, making my sac much bigger, with a gray stripe down the middle covering the extra ball. And it felt so good as I grabbed the dick that I had all to myself now, the big dick that was most of what remained of my best friend.

I came almost immediately, of course. Now, there’s no scientific reason why a big dick should cum a lot, but magic knows what big dicks are for, and I had a big load coming to me as a cock half as big as me went off in my face. I tried to swallow as much as I could to keep the mess down, but after the thirty-fourth thick shot of sweet cum I gave up and just let it cover me, the bed, the wall behind me, and a good quantity of the floor before it calmed down.

I lay in the pooled musk for a while, getting sticky, as I recovered my breath. I was worn out enough I probably could have stayed in bed all day, but was forced to get up by the call of nature; apparently big cocks have to piss as hard as they have to cum.

I hurried to the bathroom. Cum everywhere is one thing, but the smell of piss lingering in my mattress wasn’t something I was willing to risk—not after the last time, anyway. I stood in front of the urinal (what? yeah, they’re more common in my world than yours… more people with attached sheaths) and let loose, one paw on the handle—it felt like it would be a six-flusher, at least.

It was a few seconds before I noticed I was firing in the wrong direction and wasn’t hitting the urinal, but the floor. I’m fat; I’m not used to looking down in the bathroom because there’s not much of a view. I looked down now and suddenly realized the dick was on upside-down. Right, he was facing the other way. I grabbed the base, including his original balls—it took both hands—and gave the whole thing a twist with a bit of magic behind it, and was soon pissing in the usual direction, albeit with wet feet.

I was right about the volume of the flow; I was about three flushes in when I felt a strong pressure at the base of my dick; Arky was trying to make it out.

I gasped and almost yelled as the mass of rat—much smaller than his usual size, but still about as big as a soccer ball—pushed into my shaft, blocking the flow of piss. I staggered back against the wall and slid to the ground as my dick essentially attempted to give birth to a person.

I shouldn’t have to tell you it was intense.

It wasn’t really pain, of course—I’m too good at my magic for that—but it was incredible pressure as Arky started sliding down my length, his mass stretching it to double its width. After about five seconds of this I was cumming again.

The orgasm shook me and my new balls tried to force the cum out, but of course Arky was still plugging the hole. But every pulse of my cock seemed to push him further along, each shot of cum apparently forcing its way into him, to judge by the way the bulge swelled, until finally Arky blasted out of my cock at full speed, landing in the urinal and breaking it with a loud crack.

He was still about a quarter of his size, bloated like a little round rat balloon with my cum, and drenched in cum and piss.

He was also grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you, Scott,” he said.

The doorbell rang.

The one that rang from the humans’ world.

“Oh, crap,” I said. It was him.

I abandoned Arky and ran for the door.

I answered the door, sort of stroking my dripping, messy cock, trying to recover. I’m sure my pisshole was still easily fistable… but that was probably the least of the things that caused the human—Toby—to stop short when he saw me.

It took him about fifteen seconds to process what he was seeing—the fat tiger, drenched and rank with cum and piss, with a dick both substantially larger and more accommodating than last he’d seen it.

And a grin spread across his face.

“You perv,” he said.

He came in, ripped off his shirt, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like he meant it.

I didn’t let go of him for a good long time… I knew, just then, that he was exactly what I was looking for.

Arky was kind enough to leave out the back before Toby and I made it up to the bedroom, so I wouldn’t have to make any awkward explanations. But it was months before he would see me or talk to me again.