The infamous "big dick tyrant" of the security force wants to be the bottom for once?!

Emilian Ferris is the head of security at Vega Satellite. Known to run the police force with an iron fist, any infringement on satellite policy is the seal of doom. You're in cuffs before you know it, and there's nothing you can do.

Emilian has a reputation for being one fierce ass wolf anthro. Raised in Alaska on Earth, he learned that there was a place beyond the stars, and he wanted to go there. Which is why he got into security for VegaCorp. Eventually, they stationed him as Head of Security on the satellite... Which really means he's the chief of police for whatever sector he's assigned to.

When in his free time, Emilian fucks. A lot. He's a known regular at the Den of Venus, and his assistant gets his frustrations taken out on frequently. He's very desired amongst his juniors for being... Well. Hot. You'd think he was some seven foot tall hot ass wolf or something, right?

Wrong.

Emilian is 5'6. And that's with his knee high boots. He's a very, very bottom heavy wolf, his ass barely fitting in anything to the point that he wears a modified mini skirt just for the wideness of his hips alone. He wears black stockings and garters under the skirt. Finally, he wears a simple black turtleneck under the security uniform shirt. His ears are quite long, and there's a tuft of fur that sits between his eyebrows sometimes. His eyes are reddish brown.

Despite his reputation, Emilian is actually rather reasonable outside of work, and is very personable. A long running secret desire is being fucked stupid by someone. Just to get a feel for how it is. Which. Is hard. Because when you've got a foot and some change worth of dick... Well. To be specific... 13 inches. This dick size alone has gotten him the title of "big dick tyrant". More than that, his balls are fat and heavy, thick semen churning in his balls like a breeding factory whenever he gets hard. And his knot? Thick as all hell, and almost impossible to tug out once he's fitted in. Good news is that his sheathe is good enough at its job that it's not an obstruction during the day.

Then comes Iverson Remus. Also known as Ivy. Ivy is 5'2. A regular human, born and raised on the satellite. He was never very interesting to others, but he was a real good administrator. He could handle clerical work like a charm. Which is why when he was working at VegaCorp's on satellite offices, and was suddenly recruited into the security force, he was very, very flabbergasted.

Ivy has pink hair, wolf cut. His eyes are pink. He wears a black bodysuit leotard over a pair of tight red pants. He also wears knee high work boots. Additionally, he has a brighter red cropped jacket. It's basically pink. Ivy... Well, his dick has never been impressive. It's small. 3 inches small. And that's when it's erect. In his job working at the side of Emilian, he has frequently been fucked into a state of delirium at the drop of a hat. Even so, he is the best assistant Emilian could ask for. Ivy is quite bashful, and an overly nervous wreck, especially compared to Emilian's far more straightforward act. However, Ivy is the only person that knows Emilian is actually desiring to be a bottom.

That's right.

Emilian wants to bottom. He's never been fucked, and his dick size intimidates most, stopping them from railing him silly. He wants it. He needs it! And. Well. C'mon. Ivy couldn't provide, his dick doesn't even make it past Emilian's massive rump. Emilian's tight, willing bussy needs a dick, and as much of a good hole Ivy is, Ivy will never be able to fuck him.

Ivy is a bit of a voyeur, he does get off on watching. But, even more than that, gets off on being in the middle of a sex sandwich. Just the way he is wired... For some reason.