Story summary by Sleth: Rytlock Brimstone, Tribune of the Blood Legion and exemplary charr, has a full day of paperwork ahead of him. Little does he know that his day is about to get a lot more interesting in very unexpected ways because of a special gift left for him in his office. And he's not even the only one that gets to enjoy it.
Full story:Rytlock finished climbing the endless circles of stairs to reach the top of the Black Citadel with a sigh. On his way past the Command Core, the Blood Tribune gave the Iron Legion chumps his usual scowl before also giving a nod to all the salutes he got from the Blood Legion guards on the way to his office. After the metallic, circular doors closed shut behind him with their loud 'thump', Rytlock sighed again. Another day of mindless paperwork to handle ahead of him. Being a Tribune was honorable, but it sure had its low points too.
Even so, Rytlock made his way past his desk and took a few minutes to appreciate the view of the Black Citadel from the large glass window he had behind it. Watching it from above allowed the charr to truly appreciate the achievements of his race. It was enough to bring at least a small smirk to Rytlock's muzzle. Before long, he turned to pull his chair and sit down to get to work. He wore his full adorned Tribune armor over his clothes since he had a reputation to uphold, but the protective metal sure as hell didn't make working behind a desk a comfortable endeavor.
Rytlock used a claw to slide the first set of papers left to him towards himself, but when he did, he caught sight of something he had missed when he entered. Over the table at the corner of his office sat something that shouldn't be there. Something that didn't belong in the office of a respected Blood Legion Tribune at all.
"Hrm?" the charr grunted, pushing his chair back and getting up to take a closer look. As he suspected, over his table was… a plushy. A small, soft white plush toy. The Tribune took it within his paw and brought it up to take a closer look and a sniff, raising an eyebrow. Beside it, he noticed a small piece of paper. Rytlock unfolded it to read the note.
"To Tribune Rytlock Brimstone. May this soft skritt friend bring you and your fellow charr much happiness and pleasure."
Rytlock turned the piece of paper around and back, but it had nothing else. No purpose for the gift, no indication of who had sent it, nothing. The Tribune let out a small growl.
"Do they take me for a cub to send me something like this?" the Tribune said out loud to himself. His growling intensified for a moment. Surely it was some sort of mockery from someone. Rytlock looked at the plushy between his claws again. It did have a slightly rat-like form that resembled a skritt, the little rat-like scavenging buggers. It was kind of cute, he thought for a moment, but that didn't change the fact that it was also wildly inappropriate. The charr just flung the toy to the side, which had it bouncing off the wall and falling down sideways on the floor, then he crumpled up the note within his other paw and threw that away as well.
"When I find out who sent this I'm gonna shove it down their throat," Rytlock grumbled, but decided to just return to his work. He had much to do. The charr would send someone else to find out who had left that there later.
Rytlock focused on his work for a while, but he soon found himself getting constantly distracted.
Who had sent him that toy? The Imperator? No, that kind of mockery was beneath even him… probably. Who else hated him enough to pull off such a prank? Rytlock let out a scoff. That'd be quite a list. And what if it was an honest gift from someone? Even if it was… from who, then?
With a sigh, the charr sat back against his chair and stared at the toy there on the floor. It just laid there, but it was as if its big, fluffy eyes were staring back at him. Rytlock found himself feeling a small pang of guilt over just throwing the little thing away like that. The Tribune stood up, walked up to it and picked it back up. He brushed the dust off its white, soft form with the back of his paw.
"It is kinda cute, I guess," he thought while staring at it. It wasn't even all that well-made, but it sure as hell was soft. He kneaded it with his fingers. The texture was pleasing and felt remarkably good against his skin. Rytlock returned to his desk, but this time he placed the toy on top of it, sitting there, and turned it towards himself. If it was indeed a gift from someone important perhaps it'd be rude to throw it away, after all.
Letting it sit there, the Tribune went back to his work. Rytlock got through the first page of the intelligence reports, but by the second, he was having trouble focusing again. Information about supply lines, weapons, skirmishes against beastmen, damage reports… usually Rytlock swallowed those things with ease and the recommended course of action came to him right away, but this time the charr found himself having to read the same passage two, three, four times to be able to grasp its meaning. Thinking over things felt like a big effort. After a good while of trying, Rytlock just put the papers down and let out a weary groan.
The charr leaned back against his chair and rubbed his forehead.
"Maybe I'm just more tired than I thought..." Rytlock mumbled. As he took a little break to try and gather his thoughts, his eyes trailed up to the plushy again. The fluffy little thing just sat there, staring at him. Rytlock grabbed it once more. He kneaded its softness between his clawed fingers, giving it a few squeezes. It was so damn fluffy and it just felt so great between his claws. Without thinking, Rytlock brought it up to feel it against his snout. As he nuzzled the little skitt's belly, that softness felt even better against his bare skin and fur. It was like nuzzling a cloud. Even the scent of the fabric was remarkably pleasant. Rytlock just kept nuzzling the little plushy, rubbing it against his face, even smiling over how good it felt. His tail swished back and forth. He didn't think about it, he didn't need to, all he knew was that it felt great.
The charr's ears jumped up when he heard a sound from the outside of his office.
Rytlock quickly put the plushy back down on his desk and raised his head. The sound had been just a loud clang of metal, probably some guard dropping a weapon, a crate or something like that. Hearing no further commotion, Rytlock wasn't worried, but it did snap him back into reality.
"What was I doing?" he thought to himself. A small rush of heat flowed up to the charr's face. What if someone had walked in on him nuzzling a little plushy like a cub? The thought of it was enough to make him growl. The Tribune looked at the fuzzy thing and had half a mind to throw it away again, but he quickly discarded that thought. It was too cute for that. He pushed himself to go back to his work once more.
He only managed to try to read through one paragraph before he was pulling the plushy towards him again.
Rytlock stared at it, holding it with both paws right in front of him. His thoughts just constantly went back to the little thing. It was… odd, but the little skritt intrigued him! Who had sent it? What had they meant in that note? Without even taking notice of it, Rytlock found himself kneading at it again with both of his paws. Fuck, it sure was soft. A soft skitt friend just like the note had said.
"Friend..."
The Tribune felt an urge to nuzzle it again. This time he glanced up at the large door of his office first, but as it stood there immobile and he wasn't expecting anyone… he gave it a little nuzzle. A soft, most unseemly small purring sound came from his throat. Rytlock felt a small urge to look up towards the door to again make sure he was alone, but when he tried to reason as to why he found that following trains of thought was exceedingly hard again and just dropped it. Instead, he focused on his friend more. He nuzzled it again, rubbing it against his snout, his fur, and then when he trailed it down his neck… Rytlock let out a groan of pleasure out loud over how good it felt.
His friend sure as hell felt good. He needed to feel that against more of his fur.
Rytlock stood up. His eyes never left his little plushy even as he set it back down over his desk. With his tail still swishing in anticipation and his thoughts focused on one thing and one thing alone, Rytlock started undoing the clasps that held his breastplate over his chest. It was easy for him, he had done that a million times with the precision of his claws, so soon enough the clang of metal that echoed through the room was that of his armor falling down on the floor.
"Skritt… friend. It's a soft friend indeed..." his thoughts reverberated inside his mind. Rytlock pulled his shirt off and discarded it as well. His dark brown fur and muscular frame were left bare, but though the chilly air did feel weird against his bare chest in his own office, there was only one thing that the Tribune wanted to feel against his fur. When he looked at his friend, little hints of pink and purple seemed to spark around it on rare occasions, but Rytlock's eyes were focused on the plushy rather than these other unimportant details.
Rytlock picked up his little skritt friend and had no reservations about just outright hugging it. He pressed it against his chest and, just as he suspected, it felt extremely good to feel the soft, fluffy texture of its fabric against it. His friend was just made to be hugged! When his eyes trailed past the wide metal door to his office, something on the back of his mind tried to tug at him, make him think about things, but thinking felt just so hard. In his mind, he did try to form cohesive thoughts, but the more he did, the more he turned away from it. It wasn't worth the effort. It was definitely better to just stick with his friend.
Rytlock let himself fall back sitting on his chair. He hugged the plushy harder, then brought it up to nuzzle and rub against it with a clearer smile. His eyes started getting a little glazed, but that was because it didn't matter what he looked at. He just needed to feel his friend against his fur, hug it, treat his friend nicely. Rytlock hugged it too hard and a fleeting thought that he might be hurting his friend came up, so he stopped doing that and instead went back to just rubbing it against himself. Over his broad chest, then against the fur of his defined abdomen…
A tingle of something different started to rise up with Rytlock when he did that. His friend felt so good. He felt… attracted to his friend. It was the cutest, fluffiest, nicest thing in all of Tyria! This time, he didn't need to bother with thinking before the charr eagerly stood back up, not even willing to let go of his friend, as he hurriedly undid the clasps of his greaves. With all of his armor scattered around the floor, his pants and everything else soon followed. Rytlock then just fell forward on his knees on the metal floor of his office, completely naked and holding up his precious friend in front of him with a wide smile.
Between his legs, his member was already hard with the thoughts of how much fun he and his little skritt were about to have. The charr took it slow. He brought his little friend up to his chest again, delighted in how soft it felt against his fur, then slowly trailed it down. He rubbed his friend against his stomach, then slowly trailed down to his thigh… and by the time Rytlock's paw dragged his little friend up past his hanging furry balls, his dick was already rock hard and pulsing in anticipation of how great his friend would feel against it.
Rytlock opened a wide, glazed smile and let out a loud, drawn-out moan when he dragged his soft friend up his balls and through the underside of his cock. It was as if jolts of electricity made of pure pleasure coursed through his mind. The pleasure flowed through his body, the charr's muzzle hanging open with his tongue lolling out. There were little to no thoughts going through his head there and then. The pleasure clouded them further and proved that there was absolutely no need for thinking. There was only pleasure. Pleasure provided by his cute, special skritt friend.
"Friend so fluffy..." Rytlock babbled out loud. He pressed his own cock against his abs, sandwiching it between himself and his plushy, then just rubbed it up and down against his sensitive flesh and moaned again over how amazing it felt. Droplets of precum came from the tip of his pink, rock hard member to stain both his own fur and the skritt plushie, but when Rytlock looked down he just smiled wider. His friend looked so cute with the little drops of white around its adorable little plushy muzzle!
He couldn't resist bringing it up to nuzzle it again. The smell of his own malehood was felt by his nose and the wetness of his own precum transferred to the fur of his snout, but Rytlock couldn't care less about that. He just kept smiling and admiring his cute friend. The charr then took a different approach. He carefully placed his skritt friend on the floor lying there facing up, spread his legs a little wider on his kneeling position and held it in place with a paw. That way, he himself could hump against his adorable friend's little fluffy belly and snout. When the charr pressed his dick against the soft fabric, it was the cutest and hottest thing he had ever seen in his life for him. He thrust his hips up, dragging his pulsing length across the plushy, staining it with more precum and moaning out loud again.
"Friend feels so good… Friend makes Rytlock feel so much pleasure and happiness..." he mumbled out loud again talking to the plushy. That fabric against his dick felt just too good. Rytlock started humping it faster, then faster still, just grinding his dick against his plushy friend's fabric, squishing it a little bit with every hump in the cutest way. He stared down at the toy with the same empty stare and wide smile even as he moaned in pleasure. It felt too good. For Rytlock's mind there and then, it felt better than his own paw over his dick could ever feel. Hell, better than any sex he had ever had! It was the best thing in the world to just enjoy how soft his friend was.
"Hrrrrrrmh..." As his climax approached, the big charr closed his eyes. He let out a few small growls of sheer lust and humped faster. His paw squeezed his soft friend beneath his dick, his cock grinding against it with speed. The little sensitive barbs that adorned the head of his cock felt incredible against his friend's softness. His mind was empty to anything but his pleasure. Rytlock went as far as letting out a small but very charr-like roar when he felt himself going past the point of no return.
His humping slowed down when his cock erupted all over his special friend. He had to open his eyes to see it and that was the right move because seeing his dick throbbing to release jet after jet of his spunk to coat his friend in white felt like the most adorable sight in the world for Rytlock. He rode his orgasm still grinding his dick against the skritt plush, coating it and his dick with his cum, but the sticky white substance didn't change how incredibly good that fabric felt against him. Even as Rytlock's cock was reduced to a light throb to just spurt the last little remnants of his orgasm over the skritt's fabric, he still kept grinding it against the plush in a slow fashion. In the afterglow of his orgasm, the world felt bright and happy. His mind had only the same thoughts repeating in it again and again.
"Friend so fluffy... Friend so soft. Friend feels so good..."
Rytlock lost track of time, but his cock remained hard even after his orgasm because his friend felt just too good. He couldn't get enough of grinding it against his dick. The lines of cum over his friend were still fresh, though, when all of a sudden the door of his office opened for someone else to come in.
"Tribune?" a familiar voice asked as he entered the office. "I got a message saying you needed to see me right away."
Kneeling behind his desk, Rytlock couldn't quite see who it was just yet.
The sound of heavy armored steps registered on Rytlock's ears, but he still appreciated the cuteness of his friend for a few more seconds before even looking up to meet the newcomer's eyes. A charr with very shocked eyes.
"Rytlock?! What is…?"
Rytlock's glazed smile grew wider. The Pact Commander was his friend too! A very good friend! Grauven Flameburn was his name, that much Rytlock could put together, but when he looked at the tall charr's broad frame, all he could think about was that his fur was probably very soft and nice too. The Blood Legion's Tribune just smiled up at the Pact Commander for a moment, then looked down at his skritt friend and continued his light humping motions.
"Friend so cute... Friend so soft…..." Rytlock then let out a small chuckle. "Soft friend made Rytlock make big mess." The Commander still looked stressed for some reason Rytlock couldn't put together, though.
"Rytlock! Are you out of your mind?!" Grauven looked back at the office's door nervously for a moment. "If anyone sees this you will be the joke of the Citadel!"
The words from his other friend were complicated, so Rytlock stopped paying attention. He just kept focusing on his soft friend, grinding against it. His friend was just so cute.
"Rytlock!" the Commander called again. "Are you listening to me? This isn't right. This must be some kind of curse or hex," Grauven growled. Rytlock only got to see the bigger charr's hand coming, then it picked up his skritt friend and took it away.
That brought an instant growl from Rytlock.
"Soft friend!" the Tribune yelled, getting up in the blink of an eye and pretty much jumping over the Commander to take his friend back from him. He succeeded, partially because the Pact Commander recoiled from his nude form and bouncing hard member with a grunt of discomfort. Rytlock, however, was just so happy to get his friend back that he started nuzzling it again. This time, his own cum got smeared against his snout as he did, but he ignored that. The Tribune turned away from the Commander and went back down to his knees, nuzzling his friend with much happiness.
Rytlock ignored what Grauven was doing until the other charr approached him again. He went down to one knee in front of the naked Tribune, but this time Rytlock was wary of him. He held his cute skritt friend back from his charr friend, pressed against his muzzle so that he could still nuzzle it a little bit while growling menacingly towards the other charr.
"Rytlock," the Commander said with a more controlled voice. "You have to wake up. This isn't right. We need to fix this before someone sees you like this."
Rytlock stared at his charr friend, but couldn't make proper sense of what he was saying. He just kept thinking about his friend.
The Commander sighed but extended his paw. "Give me the plush. There's something wrong with it."
"No!" Rytlock's voice was rougher than usual, filled with his growling. He held on to his toy even harder. "Soft friend. Cute friend. Makes Rytlock feel good!"
Grauven let out a grunt of distaste. He kept his paw extended but seemed to think for a moment. His voice softened. "Share your... friend, then?"
That made Rytlock happier! He remembered something telling him that his special skritt friend was supposed to indeed bring happiness to his fellow charr too. The naked Tribune smiled and, while still hesitant, slowly and carefully handed his special skritt friend over.
The Commander grunted with disgust again as some of Rytlock's cum got on his paw, but he held the plushy anyway.
"Thank you," the Commander said, inspecting the plushy. Rytlock just watched with excitement at how his charr friend stared at it. He kept staring. There was a look of mild surprise in his face that slowly became one of confusion. Grauven just kept staring at his friend, much like Rytlock had, and that made the Tribune happy.
After a while, however, Rytlock couldn't bear not feeling his friend's soft touch anymore, so he took it from the Commander's paw and started nuzzling against it again. Rytlock wasn't really paying attention, but when the Commander slowly crawled towards him and pressed his muzzle so close to Rytlock's own to nuzzle his special friend as well, the Tribune's tail swished with happiness. Grauven looked confused, but Rytlock saw him smiling the moment that nose touched his friend's softness. They nuzzled it together, their noses and snouts touching every now and then. The Commander's snout smelled like his cum, for it too now had it smeared all over it for nuzzling his messy friend, but Grauven didn't seem to care very much about that anymore either. His smile widened, even!
Rytlock himself moved the plushie down the Commander's neck and, much as he had before, Grauven moaned over how good it felt. It made Rytlock want to feel his soft friend against his skin too, so he pulled the skritt to himself to rub it against his chest, smearing the last remnants of cum over his fur as well, and soon enough Rytlock was feeling very, very aroused again. He put his skritt friend on the ground again so that he could hump it. His dick against it felt as good as it had felt last time!
But things got even better this time. Rytlock again lost track of time when he started humping his skritt friend, but after a while, when he was looking down and focusing on how amazing his dick looked and felt grinding against his adorable skritt friend, he saw another bigger, hard dick coming over it from the opposite side. He looked up to see the Commander naked just as he was, cock just as hard as his, and smiled when he saw the look of extreme pleasure coming alongside a moan when the Commander's dick touched his friend. Rytlock shuffled a little bit to the side so that both their cocks could grind over their special friend, one from each side, while humping together at the same time. It made everything feel even better! He had two friends instead of one now.
"It's so… so… soft..." Grauven mumbled, smiling. Rytlock felt an urge to feel his larger charr's fur against his paw too, so he reached forward to touch the Commander's broad chest, trail it over his fur. It was, as expected, extremely soft and pleasant. He had never noticed his Commander's friend had such soft fur…
Much to the Tribune's pleasure, the Commander did the same. Their paws started exploring each other's bodies while their hips humped forward, grinding their cocks against the plushy beneath them and moaning in shared pleasure. Rytlock could feel the Commander's slightly larger member against his own too, both of them slicking their special friend and each other's dicks with precum.
"Soft friends..." Grauven said, just like he had. "Cute friend feels so good..."
Much to Rytlock's surprise, it was Grauven who pulled him close first. It was a wonderful idea because when their snouts touched to nuzzle each other, it still felt almost as good as nuzzling his special skritt friend. They moaned together, still humping. The Commander's smell was mixed with the smell of his own cum that had come from the nuzzling of his messy friend, but it was still pleasant. Their muzzles interlocked. Grauven was so big, so soft, so commanding when he pushed his tongue into Rytlock's muzzle to start a kiss. The Tribune simply moaned and responded in kind, kissing back and drowning in pleasure.
Time was lost to him. There was no thinking, no consequences, nothing. All that existed was pleasure and the softness of his two special friends. The kissing went on, both charr making out with each other with passionate moans as their cocks ground together over the softest of all plushies.
Yes, Rytlock was very lucky. Very, very lucky to be able to share so much happiness and pleasure with his fellow charr.
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Story summary by Sleth: Rytlock Brimstone, Tribune of the Blood Legion and exemplary charr, has a full day of paperwork ahead of him. Little does he know that his day is about to get a lot more interesting in very unexpected ways because of a special gift left for him in his office. And he's not even the only one that gets to enjoy it.
Full story:Rytlock finished climbing the endless circles of stairs to reach the top of the Black Citadel with a sigh. On his way past the Command Core, the Blood Tribune gave the Iron Legion chumps his usual scowl before also giving a nod to all the salutes he got from the Blood Legion guards on the way to his office. After the metallic, circular doors closed shut behind him with their loud 'thump', Rytlock sighed again. Another day of mindless paperwork to handle ahead of him. Being a Tribune was honorable, but it sure had its low points too.
Even so, Rytlock made his way past his desk and took a few minutes to appreciate the view of the Black Citadel from the large glass window he had behind it. Watching it from above allowed the charr to truly appreciate the achievements of his race. It was enough to bring at least a small smirk to Rytlock's muzzle. Before long, he turned to pull his chair and sit down to get to work. He wore his full adorned Tribune armor over his clothes since he had a reputation to uphold, but the protective metal sure as hell didn't make working behind a desk a comfortable endeavor.
Rytlock used a claw to slide the first set of papers left to him towards himself, but when he did, he caught sight of something he had missed when he entered. Over the table at the corner of his office sat something that shouldn't be there. Something that didn't belong in the office of a respected Blood Legion Tribune at all.
"Hrm?" the charr grunted, pushing his chair back and getting up to take a closer look. As he suspected, over his table was… a plushy. A small, soft white plush toy. The Tribune took it within his paw and brought it up to take a closer look and a sniff, raising an eyebrow. Beside it, he noticed a small piece of paper. Rytlock unfolded it to read the note.
"To Tribune Rytlock Brimstone. May this soft skritt friend bring you and your fellow charr much happiness and pleasure."
Rytlock turned the piece of paper around and back, but it had nothing else. No purpose for the gift, no indication of who had sent it, nothing. The Tribune let out a small growl.
"Do they take me for a cub to send me something like this?" the Tribune said out loud to himself. His growling intensified for a moment. Surely it was some sort of mockery from someone. Rytlock looked at the plushy between his claws again. It did have a slightly rat-like form that resembled a skritt, the little rat-like scavenging buggers. It was kind of cute, he thought for a moment, but that didn't change the fact that it was also wildly inappropriate. The charr just flung the toy to the side, which had it bouncing off the wall and falling down sideways on the floor, then he crumpled up the note within his other paw and threw that away as well.
"When I find out who sent this I'm gonna shove it down their throat," Rytlock grumbled, but decided to just return to his work. He had much to do. The charr would send someone else to find out who had left that there later.
Rytlock focused on his work for a while, but he soon found himself getting constantly distracted.
Who had sent him that toy? The Imperator? No, that kind of mockery was beneath even him… probably. Who else hated him enough to pull off such a prank? Rytlock let out a scoff. That'd be quite a list. And what if it was an honest gift from someone? Even if it was… from who, then?
With a sigh, the charr sat back against his chair and stared at the toy there on the floor. It just laid there, but it was as if its big, fluffy eyes were staring back at him. Rytlock found himself feeling a small pang of guilt over just throwing the little thing away like that. The Tribune stood up, walked up to it and picked it back up. He brushed the dust off its white, soft form with the back of his paw.
"It is kinda cute, I guess," he thought while staring at it. It wasn't even all that well-made, but it sure as hell was soft. He kneaded it with his fingers. The texture was pleasing and felt remarkably good against his skin. Rytlock returned to his desk, but this time he placed the toy on top of it, sitting there, and turned it towards himself. If it was indeed a gift from someone important perhaps it'd be rude to throw it away, after all.
Letting it sit there, the Tribune went back to his work. Rytlock got through the first page of the intelligence reports, but by the second, he was having trouble focusing again. Information about supply lines, weapons, skirmishes against beastmen, damage reports… usually Rytlock swallowed those things with ease and the recommended course of action came to him right away, but this time the charr found himself having to read the same passage two, three, four times to be able to grasp its meaning. Thinking over things felt like a big effort. After a good while of trying, Rytlock just put the papers down and let out a weary groan.
The charr leaned back against his chair and rubbed his forehead.
"Maybe I'm just more tired than I thought..." Rytlock mumbled. As he took a little break to try and gather his thoughts, his eyes trailed up to the plushy again. The fluffy little thing just sat there, staring at him. Rytlock grabbed it once more. He kneaded its softness between his clawed fingers, giving it a few squeezes. It was so damn fluffy and it just felt so great between his claws. Without thinking, Rytlock brought it up to feel it against his snout. As he nuzzled the little skitt's belly, that softness felt even better against his bare skin and fur. It was like nuzzling a cloud. Even the scent of the fabric was remarkably pleasant. Rytlock just kept nuzzling the little plushy, rubbing it against his face, even smiling over how good it felt. His tail swished back and forth. He didn't think about it, he didn't need to, all he knew was that it felt great.
The charr's ears jumped up when he heard a sound from the outside of his office.
Rytlock quickly put the plushy back down on his desk and raised his head. The sound had been just a loud clang of metal, probably some guard dropping a weapon, a crate or something like that. Hearing no further commotion, Rytlock wasn't worried, but it did snap him back into reality.
"What was I doing?" he thought to himself. A small rush of heat flowed up to the charr's face. What if someone had walked in on him nuzzling a little plushy like a cub? The thought of it was enough to make him growl. The Tribune looked at the fuzzy thing and had half a mind to throw it away again, but he quickly discarded that thought. It was too cute for that. He pushed himself to go back to his work once more.
He only managed to try to read through one paragraph before he was pulling the plushy towards him again.
Rytlock stared at it, holding it with both paws right in front of him. His thoughts just constantly went back to the little thing. It was… odd, but the little skritt intrigued him! Who had sent it? What had they meant in that note? Without even taking notice of it, Rytlock found himself kneading at it again with both of his paws. Fuck, it sure was soft. A soft skitt friend just like the note had said.
"Friend..."
The Tribune felt an urge to nuzzle it again. This time he glanced up at the large door of his office first, but as it stood there immobile and he wasn't expecting anyone… he gave it a little nuzzle. A soft, most unseemly small purring sound came from his throat. Rytlock felt a small urge to look up towards the door to again make sure he was alone, but when he tried to reason as to why he found that following trains of thought was exceedingly hard again and just dropped it. Instead, he focused on his friend more. He nuzzled it again, rubbing it against his snout, his fur, and then when he trailed it down his neck… Rytlock let out a groan of pleasure out loud over how good it felt.
His friend sure as hell felt good. He needed to feel that against more of his fur.
Rytlock stood up. His eyes never left his little plushy even as he set it back down over his desk. With his tail still swishing in anticipation and his thoughts focused on one thing and one thing alone, Rytlock started undoing the clasps that held his breastplate over his chest. It was easy for him, he had done that a million times with the precision of his claws, so soon enough the clang of metal that echoed through the room was that of his armor falling down on the floor.
"Skritt… friend. It's a soft friend indeed..." his thoughts reverberated inside his mind. Rytlock pulled his shirt off and discarded it as well. His dark brown fur and muscular frame were left bare, but though the chilly air did feel weird against his bare chest in his own office, there was only one thing that the Tribune wanted to feel against his fur. When he looked at his friend, little hints of pink and purple seemed to spark around it on rare occasions, but Rytlock's eyes were focused on the plushy rather than these other unimportant details.
Rytlock picked up his little skritt friend and had no reservations about just outright hugging it. He pressed it against his chest and, just as he suspected, it felt extremely good to feel the soft, fluffy texture of its fabric against it. His friend was just made to be hugged! When his eyes trailed past the wide metal door to his office, something on the back of his mind tried to tug at him, make him think about things, but thinking felt just so hard. In his mind, he did try to form cohesive thoughts, but the more he did, the more he turned away from it. It wasn't worth the effort. It was definitely better to just stick with his friend.
Rytlock let himself fall back sitting on his chair. He hugged the plushy harder, then brought it up to nuzzle and rub against it with a clearer smile. His eyes started getting a little glazed, but that was because it didn't matter what he looked at. He just needed to feel his friend against his fur, hug it, treat his friend nicely. Rytlock hugged it too hard and a fleeting thought that he might be hurting his friend came up, so he stopped doing that and instead went back to just rubbing it against himself. Over his broad chest, then against the fur of his defined abdomen…
A tingle of something different started to rise up with Rytlock when he did that. His friend felt so good. He felt… attracted to his friend. It was the cutest, fluffiest, nicest thing in all of Tyria! This time, he didn't need to bother with thinking before the charr eagerly stood back up, not even willing to let go of his friend, as he hurriedly undid the clasps of his greaves. With all of his armor scattered around the floor, his pants and everything else soon followed. Rytlock then just fell forward on his knees on the metal floor of his office, completely naked and holding up his precious friend in front of him with a wide smile.
Between his legs, his member was already hard with the thoughts of how much fun he and his little skritt were about to have. The charr took it slow. He brought his little friend up to his chest again, delighted in how soft it felt against his fur, then slowly trailed it down. He rubbed his friend against his stomach, then slowly trailed down to his thigh… and by the time Rytlock's paw dragged his little friend up past his hanging furry balls, his dick was already rock hard and pulsing in anticipation of how great his friend would feel against it.
Rytlock opened a wide, glazed smile and let out a loud, drawn-out moan when he dragged his soft friend up his balls and through the underside of his cock. It was as if jolts of electricity made of pure pleasure coursed through his mind. The pleasure flowed through his body, the charr's muzzle hanging open with his tongue lolling out. There were little to no thoughts going through his head there and then. The pleasure clouded them further and proved that there was absolutely no need for thinking. There was only pleasure. Pleasure provided by his cute, special skritt friend.
"Friend so fluffy..." Rytlock babbled out loud. He pressed his own cock against his abs, sandwiching it between himself and his plushy, then just rubbed it up and down against his sensitive flesh and moaned again over how amazing it felt. Droplets of precum came from the tip of his pink, rock hard member to stain both his own fur and the skritt plushie, but when Rytlock looked down he just smiled wider. His friend looked so cute with the little drops of white around its adorable little plushy muzzle!
He couldn't resist bringing it up to nuzzle it again. The smell of his own malehood was felt by his nose and the wetness of his own precum transferred to the fur of his snout, but Rytlock couldn't care less about that. He just kept smiling and admiring his cute friend. The charr then took a different approach. He carefully placed his skritt friend on the floor lying there facing up, spread his legs a little wider on his kneeling position and held it in place with a paw. That way, he himself could hump against his adorable friend's little fluffy belly and snout. When the charr pressed his dick against the soft fabric, it was the cutest and hottest thing he had ever seen in his life for him. He thrust his hips up, dragging his pulsing length across the plushy, staining it with more precum and moaning out loud again.
"Friend feels so good… Friend makes Rytlock feel so much pleasure and happiness..." he mumbled out loud again talking to the plushy. That fabric against his dick felt just too good. Rytlock started humping it faster, then faster still, just grinding his dick against his plushy friend's fabric, squishing it a little bit with every hump in the cutest way. He stared down at the toy with the same empty stare and wide smile even as he moaned in pleasure. It felt too good. For Rytlock's mind there and then, it felt better than his own paw over his dick could ever feel. Hell, better than any sex he had ever had! It was the best thing in the world to just enjoy how soft his friend was.
"Hrrrrrrmh..." As his climax approached, the big charr closed his eyes. He let out a few small growls of sheer lust and humped faster. His paw squeezed his soft friend beneath his dick, his cock grinding against it with speed. The little sensitive barbs that adorned the head of his cock felt incredible against his friend's softness. His mind was empty to anything but his pleasure. Rytlock went as far as letting out a small but very charr-like roar when he felt himself going past the point of no return.
His humping slowed down when his cock erupted all over his special friend. He had to open his eyes to see it and that was the right move because seeing his dick throbbing to release jet after jet of his spunk to coat his friend in white felt like the most adorable sight in the world for Rytlock. He rode his orgasm still grinding his dick against the skritt plush, coating it and his dick with his cum, but the sticky white substance didn't change how incredibly good that fabric felt against him. Even as Rytlock's cock was reduced to a light throb to just spurt the last little remnants of his orgasm over the skritt's fabric, he still kept grinding it against the plush in a slow fashion. In the afterglow of his orgasm, the world felt bright and happy. His mind had only the same thoughts repeating in it again and again.
"Friend so fluffy... Friend so soft. Friend feels so good..."
Rytlock lost track of time, but his cock remained hard even after his orgasm because his friend felt just too good. He couldn't get enough of grinding it against his dick. The lines of cum over his friend were still fresh, though, when all of a sudden the door of his office opened for someone else to come in.
"Tribune?" a familiar voice asked as he entered the office. "I got a message saying you needed to see me right away."
Kneeling behind his desk, Rytlock couldn't quite see who it was just yet.
The sound of heavy armored steps registered on Rytlock's ears, but he still appreciated the cuteness of his friend for a few more seconds before even looking up to meet the newcomer's eyes. A charr with very shocked eyes.
"Rytlock?! What is…?"
Rytlock's glazed smile grew wider. The Pact Commander was his friend too! A very good friend! Grauven Flameburn was his name, that much Rytlock could put together, but when he looked at the tall charr's broad frame, all he could think about was that his fur was probably very soft and nice too. The Blood Legion's Tribune just smiled up at the Pact Commander for a moment, then looked down at his skritt friend and continued his light humping motions.
"Friend so cute... Friend so soft…..." Rytlock then let out a small chuckle. "Soft friend made Rytlock make big mess." The Commander still looked stressed for some reason Rytlock couldn't put together, though.
"Rytlock! Are you out of your mind?!" Grauven looked back at the office's door nervously for a moment. "If anyone sees this you will be the joke of the Citadel!"
The words from his other friend were complicated, so Rytlock stopped paying attention. He just kept focusing on his soft friend, grinding against it. His friend was just so cute.
"Rytlock!" the Commander called again. "Are you listening to me? This isn't right. This must be some kind of curse or hex," Grauven growled. Rytlock only got to see the bigger charr's hand coming, then it picked up his skritt friend and took it away.
That brought an instant growl from Rytlock.
"Soft friend!" the Tribune yelled, getting up in the blink of an eye and pretty much jumping over the Commander to take his friend back from him. He succeeded, partially because the Pact Commander recoiled from his nude form and bouncing hard member with a grunt of discomfort. Rytlock, however, was just so happy to get his friend back that he started nuzzling it again. This time, his own cum got smeared against his snout as he did, but he ignored that. The Tribune turned away from the Commander and went back down to his knees, nuzzling his friend with much happiness.
Rytlock ignored what Grauven was doing until the other charr approached him again. He went down to one knee in front of the naked Tribune, but this time Rytlock was wary of him. He held his cute skritt friend back from his charr friend, pressed against his muzzle so that he could still nuzzle it a little bit while growling menacingly towards the other charr.
"Rytlock," the Commander said with a more controlled voice. "You have to wake up. This isn't right. We need to fix this before someone sees you like this."
Rytlock stared at his charr friend, but couldn't make proper sense of what he was saying. He just kept thinking about his friend.
The Commander sighed but extended his paw. "Give me the plush. There's something wrong with it."
"No!" Rytlock's voice was rougher than usual, filled with his growling. He held on to his toy even harder. "Soft friend. Cute friend. Makes Rytlock feel good!"
Grauven let out a grunt of distaste. He kept his paw extended but seemed to think for a moment. His voice softened. "Share your... friend, then?"
That made Rytlock happier! He remembered something telling him that his special skritt friend was supposed to indeed bring happiness to his fellow charr too. The naked Tribune smiled and, while still hesitant, slowly and carefully handed his special skritt friend over.
The Commander grunted with disgust again as some of Rytlock's cum got on his paw, but he held the plushy anyway.
"Thank you," the Commander said, inspecting the plushy. Rytlock just watched with excitement at how his charr friend stared at it. He kept staring. There was a look of mild surprise in his face that slowly became one of confusion. Grauven just kept staring at his friend, much like Rytlock had, and that made the Tribune happy.
After a while, however, Rytlock couldn't bear not feeling his friend's soft touch anymore, so he took it from the Commander's paw and started nuzzling against it again. Rytlock wasn't really paying attention, but when the Commander slowly crawled towards him and pressed his muzzle so close to Rytlock's own to nuzzle his special friend as well, the Tribune's tail swished with happiness. Grauven looked confused, but Rytlock saw him smiling the moment that nose touched his friend's softness. They nuzzled it together, their noses and snouts touching every now and then. The Commander's snout smelled like his cum, for it too now had it smeared all over it for nuzzling his messy friend, but Grauven didn't seem to care very much about that anymore either. His smile widened, even!
Rytlock himself moved the plushie down the Commander's neck and, much as he had before, Grauven moaned over how good it felt. It made Rytlock want to feel his soft friend against his skin too, so he pulled the skritt to himself to rub it against his chest, smearing the last remnants of cum over his fur as well, and soon enough Rytlock was feeling very, very aroused again. He put his skritt friend on the ground again so that he could hump it. His dick against it felt as good as it had felt last time!
But things got even better this time. Rytlock again lost track of time when he started humping his skritt friend, but after a while, when he was looking down and focusing on how amazing his dick looked and felt grinding against his adorable skritt friend, he saw another bigger, hard dick coming over it from the opposite side. He looked up to see the Commander naked just as he was, cock just as hard as his, and smiled when he saw the look of extreme pleasure coming alongside a moan when the Commander's dick touched his friend. Rytlock shuffled a little bit to the side so that both their cocks could grind over their special friend, one from each side, while humping together at the same time. It made everything feel even better! He had two friends instead of one now.
"It's so… so… soft..." Grauven mumbled, smiling. Rytlock felt an urge to feel his larger charr's fur against his paw too, so he reached forward to touch the Commander's broad chest, trail it over his fur. It was, as expected, extremely soft and pleasant. He had never noticed his Commander's friend had such soft fur…
Much to the Tribune's pleasure, the Commander did the same. Their paws started exploring each other's bodies while their hips humped forward, grinding their cocks against the plushy beneath them and moaning in shared pleasure. Rytlock could feel the Commander's slightly larger member against his own too, both of them slicking their special friend and each other's dicks with precum.
"Soft friends..." Grauven said, just like he had. "Cute friend feels so good..."
Much to Rytlock's surprise, it was Grauven who pulled him close first. It was a wonderful idea because when their snouts touched to nuzzle each other, it still felt almost as good as nuzzling his special skritt friend. They moaned together, still humping. The Commander's smell was mixed with the smell of his own cum that had come from the nuzzling of his messy friend, but it was still pleasant. Their muzzles interlocked. Grauven was so big, so soft, so commanding when he pushed his tongue into Rytlock's muzzle to start a kiss. The Tribune simply moaned and responded in kind, kissing back and drowning in pleasure.
Time was lost to him. There was no thinking, no consequences, nothing. All that existed was pleasure and the softness of his two special friends. The kissing went on, both charr making out with each other with passionate moans as their cocks ground together over the softest of all plushies.
Yes, Rytlock was very lucky. Very, very lucky to be able to share so much happiness and pleasure with his fellow charr.