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Shift by Arxl | #1 of Shift - **Shift** This is a racing story that features a Snow Leopard as the driver and a VERY avid fan who manages to get close to the arctic feline. All characters are fictional, if you wanna use 'em, ask me. I will probably say yes. This story is homosexual in nature and is intended for a | [
"Anal",
"Anatomically Correct",
"Gray Wolf",
"Love",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Rimming",
"Snow Leopard",
"adrenaline",
"racing"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/248823-shift | **Shift**
This is a racing story that features a Snow Leopard as the driver and a VERY avid fan who manages to get close to the arctic feline. All characters are fictional, if you wanna use 'em, ask me. I will probably say yes. This story is homosexual in nature and is intended for a matured audience, the beginning starts out at age 13 but will jump ahead to age 22 in no time (Not a cub story!). Do not read further if this isn't suitable for you! Enjoi!
\*Click\* Seatbelt fastened; I look at the dash of my dad's fully tuned 2000 Dodge Viper, black exterior and interior. It's a nice car; it seemed to be the fastest thing on 4 wheels for me. I'm just 13 so I can't drive yet... But the temptation was just too much!
My eyes gleamed and I mewed happily when I grabbed the keys and put them into the ignition. I clicked the garage remote and the door opened up fully just as I made the car roar to life. I could barely see over the wheel but it was enough to see most of the road. I put it into gear, luckily my dad taught me how stick works, and I rolled out of the garage. I turned slowly onto the road leading away from our house and towards the forest roads. I knew them well, my dad drove them all the time and it seemed easy enough. So off I went!
It was exhilarating! This car was so fast and handled the road so well! It was like driving a go kart on the mountain's switchbacks. I started to get headstrong and pushed to see how fast I could go and turn. I pushed 40 on 270 degree turns and hit 100 on all the straightaways! It was just so natural to me to drive fast.
A turn was coming up faster than I realized, I tried slamming on the brakes but it was all for naught. I tried turning but the g-force was too great and the grip failed me as I screeched into the guardrail. Flipping the entire car on its side and landing on the other side of the rail.
I was so dazed; I looked to my right and saw the passenger side was caved in... If I was sitting there I would have been killed, my door was against a tree and totaled, it was caving in on my arm a little bit, and I barely noticed the airbags deflating. I felt so woozy; I hope dad isn't too mad about his car... "I'm so sorry dad..." Was all I could say until I passed out. Even though no one was there...
\~Lets skip ahead nine years, it is 2011 and our hero is 22!
"Hey, Chris! Win this one and we get that pretty car up there!" My friend reminded me as he pointed past my racing helmet. I looked over and saw upon a spinning altar a limited edition 2011 ZO6 Carbon Corvette. It was a gorgeous car, painted a dark color and customized for peak performance for the winner. It had to be valued at over 120,000 easily.
I felt someone patting my shoulder roughly, "Look son I don't need you wrecking this one too, every time someone lets you borrow their car you manage to wreck it and I don't feel like paying for a R32! Now remember, this old car has a kick and it WILL put you back in your seat. Don't let it scare you and stay focused, you're in control!" I'm so glad he was more worried about me than a car, he never yelled at me once for crashing his Viper years ago. I'm glad he let me continue with a racing career though, but I think he knows that he couldn't pry me away from fast cars for the world.
I wanted that 'Vette, it would be my first car that I could race with. The first one I could truly call my own, that I earned it. I gripped the stick of the R32 and looked ahead. There was a RX-7 in front of me; I was 3rd on the pole. In front and to the right of me was an 80's looking Honda. That would be easy to get past, the RX-7 however will be a challenge, and I knew how fast those cars can be. I know this R32 couldn't match its top speed but my acceleration and driving skill could beat it... Hopefully.
The light turned yellow... My grip tightened on the shifter. The last few moments before it turned green made my heart stop. Everything slowed down... It was so slow that I could see the yellow go out and for a brief moment the green didn't come up, I clicked it into gear and lifted the clutch... Green! I floored it and made a quick right, cutting off the 4th position and forcing my way between the Honda and RX-7. My start was flawless and let me make the Honda back off since the road narrowed ahead, the RX-7 however wouldn't let up. He played chicken with me, seeing if I would back off to make the first turn. I wouldn't have any of that, I pushed my car into 2nd then 3rd to get ahead of the RX-7 to make the first turn.
"Dammit!" I cursed, I was entering too quickly. For a second I thought I saw myself as 13 again and about to hit a tree, but I snapped out of it fast enough to drop my gear to 2nd and barely scraped my spoiler on the barrier. Phew, I made it. But in my error the RX-7 saw his opportunity and took the inside lead.
It was on; this driver knew what he was doing. I re-engaged a battle for the lead. We were neck and neck, neither of us getting a distinguishable advantage over the other. It was like this for the next 2 laps on our urban track. At the last lap I became daring and aggressive. I drove right next to him near a slight S turn. If we were in single file we would make it and that's what I hoped he would see.
Yes! My tactic worked, he backed off and behind me so we could make the turn with ease. I accelerated as fast as I could. Shifting gears excellently in my well tuned machine. Shifting was always my strong suit, which greatly aided me in drags and other races that needed good acceleration skill. I saw the line. 200 meters, 100... I slammed on the brakes as soon as my car's nose hit the mark, putting me into a sliding stop near my team.
My hands were numb, from gripping the wheel so hard or from the rush of a race that I won. Either way, I loved this feeling; it's what made me come back, hungry for more. I stumbled with the locks in my seatbelt and pulled off my helmet. My blue tipped hair was a mess so I pushed it up into a pathetic looking fauxhawk. I nearly tripped out of the car as I climbed out of the window. I was in disbelief over the fact I won such a nice car... It was mine... All mine!
"I did it!" I yelled out, jumping into the air. My huge black and white tail was almost wagging like a dog's as I hugged my team and my dad. "I didn't wreck it at all this time, whadya say to that old man!?" He just smiled and patted my back.
"I'm proud of you Chris; you drove like a champ out there. Now I hope that the carbon fiber machine over there doesn't become your carbon fiber coffin." He was joking, but I knew he had some seriousness behind the statement. That car could go over 330 km/h (200 mph) and meant business when you revved the engine. I couldn't wait to test that limit.
I was surveying the crowd, they were going crazy. My eyes landed on a wolf that was about my height and staring right at me. He was... Gorgeous. We both had crystal blue eyes and he was all different tones of grey.
I never really thought much about it, a love life. So far I have been obsessed with cars and just doing anything to go fast. But when I looked at this wolf, he made the thoughts of cars leave my head for the first time since I was a kitten. I was feeling the adrenaline in my system pick up again, I felt just like I was waiting for the green. Everything slowed down around me as I stared at this beautiful creature wagging his tail at me. I jumped when my jackal brother Trevor tapped my lower jaw, apparently it was open a bit and I blushed.
"Hey man, are you okay?" He asked.
I shook my head to snap out of it, "Yeah I'm fine, hey listen, go pick up the car and shit for me, I gotta go do something..." I said as I started walking in the wolf's direction. Leaving Trevor with an absolute dumbfounded face, not believing I was ignoring the race and car I just won.
The wolf seemed to shuffle in his place, getting a bit nervous as I approached. He opened his maw to try and get a greeting out but couldn't make a sound. I smiled and engaged with my greeting, "Hi there, I'm Chris." I know he knew who I was but I still extended a paw towards him. He was in shock apparently, it took him a few seconds to react and take my paw to shake it vigorously.
"HI! I'm Shadow! Oh Gods it is such a pleasure to meet you!" He said, I smiled at him. I wasn't too good with that many real social interactions. I blushed a bit, realizing we didn't let go yet.
I slowly withdrew my hand, "So, are you a fan?" I tried making conversation.
"Yes I am! I have followed your races since you were an amateur a few years ago, you are an incredible driver! I always wanted to meet you." He was absolutely star struck and it made me blush more. I never really considered myself THAT much of a celebrity to have such a fan.
"Would you like-uuhh-well, would you wanna drive with me sometime?" I was barely able to breathe after asking that, it was the first time meeting this guy and he seemed nice. I... wanted to get to know him.
He just stood there; his eyes couldn't have been wider. "Of course I would! It would be an honor to drive with you!" I smiled, still blushing at his enthusiasm.
"Well hop on over this rail and come with me, I will make sure your car is safe for the time being." I offered but he spoke up.
"Actually I take the bus, so I'm free for whatever!" Sounds like neither of us could form a sentence correctly.
"Well Shadow, come with me." I said. He hopped over the fence and we started walking towards the admin building. As we approached I had to fend off guards asking for his clearance, I told them he is with me and they backed off. I couldn't help but wonder why they snickered under their breath at us. Then I noticed I was leading him by the paw and my face immediately lit like a red light. I let go as I pulled the door open in time to see paperwork ready for me and the new car.
"Oh, there you are Chris! Hurry up and sign it, this pretty car is yours now." MY dad said as we entered. "And who is this, may I ask?" Indicating the wolf.
"This is Shadow, he is a fan and I invited him." I responded. They greeted and Shadow, he was still starstruck, was talking about me to my own father.
I signed the paperwork and they handed me the keys. "Now listen, this is a very rare car, only 500 have been made. So be careful and don't kill yourself now." A lizard official warned me. I nodded and thanked him for it.
"Now, about that drive I promised you." I said to Shadow, he seemed surprised.
"You're taking me for a ride in the car you just won? I thought you would drive something a bit less fancy or something." He confessed. I didn't really think about any other car I would want to use.
"Don't be silly, now dad I will be home later tonight. I'm gonna break the 'Vette in." I told him and my crew.
"Just don't wreck in it, this one has an aluminum cage but it is still carbon fiber, it would shred you up pretty bad if you crashed." He warned. I loved how caring he was but I had to reassure him.
"I won't break the speed limit too much." I joked back at his warning, he knew that was code for 'I'll be safe' so he nodded and gathered up the crew to get ready to go home.
I nodded back and gestured towards the staff garage where the real car was parked. We walked briskly, both of us excited to get in it.
We rushed up to the sleek, dark car. It wasn't black but a very dark grey. The rims were painted black and the tired were slim racing tires. Everything about the car was top of the line. The doors were touch opened and we got into the leather interior. I couldn't tell if it was meant for racing or cruising. There was a roll cage and a racing steering wheel but there was a BOSE stereo system and a full dash with satellite radio and mp3 jacks. There was a glovebox and the seats could lean all the way back in the small cockpit. It was a gorgeous car, inside and out. We smiled at each other as I turned it on. The entire parking structure echoed with the roar this car made as it started.
"Wow what a machine!" Shadow proclaimed. I agreed completely. This was a great car but suddenly my mind drifted over to Shadow. I was staring at him again and soon he looked back at me, staring back. For a while I just let the car idle. It had a full tank anyway.
I... couldn't be attracted to guys could I? I knew gay guys and I never really talked to them. But from what I heard from the news and people around me they weren't too accepted sometimes. I wonder how my dad would react... Suddenly I felt warmth on my paw, I looked down and his paw was over mine, holding it softly.
I looked back up and he was smiling warmly at me, I tried making words but this time my voice was stuck. All that came out was a small squeak that made him laugh.
"Is this the first time a guy ever grabbed your paw?" He said jokingly, he thought I was gay! And that I have done this before. I blushed and looked down, unsure of how to respond. Was I gay?
"Y-yes..." I barely managed to say. He looked surprised but then scooted over and hugged me warmly.
"Well then, I think you should loosen up some, how about you take this bad boy out for a spin?" He suggested, patting the dashboard. I agreed nervously and started driving out of the parking structure.
We drove for a while, talking about our pasts and getting to know each other. He was so sweet to me. Was I actually falling for this wolf? I just met him today but already I felt we had known each other for years.
We eventually pulled off into a camping area of the forest near my dad's house. I liked the spot because it was always so peaceful and pretty. I turned the car off and looked at him again.
"You are really the first person I have ever gotten so close to, did you know that?" He shook his head and held my paw again.
"I hope you know that I'm not trying to get close to you just because you're my favorite racer, I have truly wanted to know you for a long time. I kinda wanted... to uh... be with you." He was blushing with me now.
"Well, I didn't know I was attracted to guys until I saw you. You captivated me." I said, getting a bit more daring with my words. He smiled and took off his seatbelt to sit next to me, thankful the center console was taken out.
"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that Chris." His snout was right next to mine, nearly touching.
Time froze again, my adrenaline peaking, my heart beating faster than ever. It felt like an eternity but eventually our muzzles locked. His more experienced tongue invading my muzzle, I let him play with my muzzle and I got my turn to experiment with kissing. I pushed my rougher feline tongue into his muzzle and I explored it. His soft canine tongue, the longer muzzle, larger fangs. He tasted... Great! My head was spinning and I almost passed out from my amazing first kiss. After a few minutes of kissing and me purring we pulled apart, gasping for air.
"Wow." Was all I could get out, I was breathless and feeling very tingly inside. I was very red under my fur. Suddenly I felt something even weirder. My crotch was in pain? I looked down to see my racing pants tented and my cock was bending slightly in its thick, fireproof prison. Suddenly I heard the wolf laugh.
"I guess you really liked that huh?" He smiled widely at me. Probably feeling accomplished for giving me a hard-on.
I just couldn't stop blushing! "Y-yeah, I really liked that. What happens now?" I was so embarrassed; I had been oblivious to all other sexual advances all my life so I was completely clueless.
He smiled, "Well a few things could happen, but I wouldn't wanna hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." He was so sweet and caring; I was flattered at how gentle he went with this with me.
"Well I trust you; tell me what I should do." I couldn't believe how trusting I was with him, but deep down I wanted to trust him like that. I felt safe with him.
"Well let's start with getting undressed." He said as he pulled off his shirt, I couldn't stop myself from murring at the well toned body he exposed to me. I forgot to start undressing until he reminded me when he was halfway down his legs with his pants. I quickly started taking off the stuffy racing clothes and as I was about to take my boxers off I noticed something pink in a car full of dark themed materials. I looked up and a half hard wolfcock was peeking out of his fuzzy sheath. I never saw another guy's dick before... But I liked it. I slid my boxers off revealing a throbbing and fully hard Leopard dick standing at about 7 inches in length, my little barbs accenting it. He licked his lips and I blushed.
"Now what?" I asked, trying to look as innocent as I could. Why was I feeling like I should submit to his will so easily? Before I answered my own question he spoke up.
"Well lean back and you will see, Kitten." I reignited my blush at that. Did he just call me Kitten?
I leaned back and before I said anything I felt a warmth envelope my dick. I gasped out and looked down to see him sucking on it. "Wha-what are you d-ooohhh-doing?" I asked as I moaned. Pleasure coursing through my body.
He just smiled as he started bobbing his head up and down my length, eliciting more sounds from me. He was so good at this; his tongue caressed the underside of my dick and his teeth lightly tickling the barbs and head of it. I bit my lower lip and squirmed under his dexterous tongue and muzzle. I was so glad the seats leaned back so far, and that my claws didn't pierce them. I clenched my teeth and started arching my back, I didn't want to orgasm yet. Unfortunately for me he wanted me to. The wolf redoubled his efforts and put my dick all the way into his muzzle and throat. Tonguing softly at my fuzzy nuts. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I needed to spray.
"Ahhh! I think I'm going to cum!" I half screamed out. He pulled my dick to halfway in him so I could fill his muzzle. Moaning loudly, my tip erupted into his welcoming mouth. I squirmed and grabbed his head as I came very hard into the warm muzzle. Eventually my orgasm died down and I laid there, a little spaced out.
He swallowed most of it, except for some that was left on his chin. I noticed it when he looked over to me and I leaned forward, trying to experiment an idea. I licked his muzzle and started kissing him, tasting the sweet and salty mix of his mouth and my seed that was still somewhat in there. He growled lustily as we made out like that. I mewed in response and pulled away, a trail of either semen or saliva still connecting our muzzles.
"Mmmmm your juices taste really good kitten." He licked his jowls and smiled at me. I looked down and noticed his very hard and very needy looking dick. I decided to speak up.
"So... What do I have to do for you?" I asked, wondering what he had in mind.
"Have to do? Chris, you don't have to do anything. I want you to feel comfortable with your first time. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt you." He replied. I was taken aback. Wow, he really cared this much? No one has ever been so sweet. I think I'm in love with this wolf.
I decided to be brave and ask before he said anything else. "Well I want to return the favor, now please, tell me what I can do." I asked, taking both of his paws and looking at him. I tried putting on a cute face, apparently it worked because he looked like he melted right there.
He stuttered a few times before he got the courage to make a normal question. "Well, there is one thing you can do. But you will have to trust me, can you do that?" He smiled but I knew he was apprehensive.
"Of course I do, you haven't given me a reason to not trust you." I nuzzled his cheek affectionately. I wanted to make him feel really good too.
"Well then, I will go slow and if you want to stop at any time just tell me, okay?" I nodded and he continued, "Well get on your tummy and raise your tail, you need preparation." At that I got a bit nervous but I did as he said, getting comfy on the flattened seat.
What I felt next nearly made me forget to breathe, which I probably would have if I had not gasped too. I looked back to see his muzzle under my tail and as his face sunk lower I mewled out. He was licking and tonguing my tailhole! My eyes watered and I gripped the seat, my dick reviving and standing at full attention again. I raised my ass to try and get him deeper. I couldn't help but blush at how much I wanted him to never stop and give me more. Letting myself moan and pant in ecstacy.
I heard a slurping motion and I gasped as I felt the absence of that magical tongue. I was about to whine at the loss of it but it was overridden by the gasp and loud moan that escaped my short muzzle. It hurt just a little bit but it felt too good to notice the pain. Soon more pain followed, it felt like I was being stretched more and still the pleasure increased with the pain. I expected him hilting his dick into me but when I looked back I saw that he was only using two fingers. I whimpered at the thought of his large wolfcock entering me but I soon forgot about it. I lost myself in the pleasure; his fingers seemed to be scraping something inside that sent waves and waves of pleasure through my senses. Soon I was used to the fingers and only pleasure remained, letting me really enjoy myself. But as soon as it started getting too comfortable they slipped out of my saliva slickened hole. I moaned again, this absence felt bigger than before. But I wouldn't have to wait long as I saw his toned arms on either side of my head.
I felt him licking my ears as he was above me, but I also heard the lust in his breathing. It turned me on so much to hear him like that. But my attention turned to the strange, wet object probing at my tailhole. I didn't have to guess as I felt it slowly sliding in. Its natural sharp tip and widening shaft eased me open smoothly. It almost didn't hurt at all to my delight. My tail wrapped over his waist as he slid in to his knot. I didn't take that into though, his knot was more than twice as thick as his 8 inches already in me, and his knot has to make that length 11 inches or more if it went in!
I murred as I felt him hold it there, impaling me on his rod. I felt so much bliss being filled like that. I whimpered though as he started slipping out. It almost slid out too far but before it popped out of me he slammed into me. I squeaked as he thrusted hard like that. After that he built up a steady rhythm of pumping his dick into me. We were both moaning profusely as he took my once virgin ass. I couldn't believe I missed out on this for so long! I loved how he moaned into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me to fuck me into my new car's seats. We were definitely breaking it in, and if the scent of male arousal would ever get out I didn't know. His thrusting became more erratic after so long. It made me feel like I was going to cum again, I think his dick was hitting that spot inside and it was making me leak precum all over the seat. Soon I was raising my ass a bit so he could go as deep as possible. By now I didn't care how big the knot was; I wanted all of him inside me. I needed him inside me, I needed his seed, and I needed to be his.
"P-Put it all in Shadow!" I managed to moan out.
After that he turned almost animalistic. He leaned up and gripped my shoulders, thrusting hard and deep. He wanted to tie with me too! I squealed as I felt that bulb of flesh opening me up. It got halfway and was forced out by my wanton hole but it didn't deter him. He bit my scruff and rammed his cock into me, making a satisfying 'pop' sound and tying into me. The stretching and the tip of his cock stabbing my prostate harder than ever was too much for me. I squealed as loud as I could under him and painted my black seats white with my load. Cumming made me clench really hard on and behind his knot and that only made it feel bigger inside me. Suddenly I felt a rush, a strange feeling of pressure. Soon I could make out little spurts that were hitting my prostate as he came hard into me, still keeping the mating bite. It felt incredible, I moaned softly under him in my afterglow as he emptied his balls into me. The pressure was building and my tummy extended a little bit from all the juices and the large cock inside me. He let go of my scruff to lick at the bite marks he left and he laid down on top of me. Still completely locked together.
"That was incredible Shadow, thank you so much." I managed to say after a few minutes of basking in our afterglow.
"Thank you Chris, you were amazing." He licked me softly and nuzzled me. "You don't mind staying like this for a while do you? It takes a while to pull out."
"Who said I wanted you to pull out, I kinda wanna sleep right here, like this." I blushed and smiled at him, he smiled back.
"Okay kitten we can sleep like this." He said as he kept nuzzling me.
I didn't care about anyone outside the musk filled car. This place was always empty anyway so I knew no one would find us. I snuggled with the still hard cock under my wet tail. It just felt so right; I never wanted him out of me. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I doubt that would be fair to him. I didn't know much about relationships but I knew that the L word was something best saved after a few months of being together. Even though I cared about him so much, and he cared too. But I doubt he would fall in love with me so fast.
"I love you Chris." I heard whispered in my ear, I started purring and my heart fluttered.
"I love you too, Shadow." I confessed back. Blushing fiercely.
"Sorry if that was too abrupt for you, but I loved you from far away for too long, I had to say it while I had the chance." He couldn't be sweeter.
"It wasn't, I think I fell for you fast. But I still love you and care a lot, I want... To stay with you for a long time." I was still blushing fiercely. He just nuzzled me and rolled us to our sides.
I wiped up my cum from the seat with my discarded pants before it stained. I love him a lot but this car was nice!
He chuckled and whispered good night, I told him night and we fell asleep right there. He was still locked in my warm hole and holding me tightly.
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Comment and rate! If there is enough people wanting me to, I might turn this into a series. This is a completely unrelated story from my 'Soulmates' series. Hope you liked it! |
Illusionary Peril by Korban | Today was about to become a rather...interesting day in Port Azure. Luke had been feeling somewhat antsy for a while now since his last group mission with Volcan and Team Phalanx, and it was becoming quite apparent to the Blaziken that something was definitely on the Lucario's mind. When they | [
"Hank",
"Illusion",
"Katsumoto",
"Lucario",
"Pokemon",
"Swamp",
"Volcan",
"blaziken",
"luke",
"peril",
"quicksand",
"samurott",
"sceptile",
"sickle",
"zoroark"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/0-illusionary-peril | Today was about to become a rather...interesting day in Port Azure.
Luke had been feeling somewhat antsy for a while now since his last group mission with Volcan and Team Phalanx, and it was becoming quite apparent to the Blaziken that something was definitely on the Lucario's mind. When they finally had a moment to themselves, he confronted Luke and asked him if he was alright, saying that he had been noticing he'd been acting rather pent up lately, which was very odd considering how often they'd share such passionate nights together. After a bit of convincing, Luke finally spilled the beans to his lover and explained to him his problem...if it could even be called a problem.
Luke explained to Volcan that he'd been having lucid dreams lately about his dirty little secrets, specifically his fetish to mud or anything he could sink into, and, although hesitantly, he explained that while the act itself was something he greatly enjoyed, the idea of being in such a state of helplessness and peril was what really got him off. To be drawn into something he couldn't escape from by himself, and then pulled under with no means to save himself. After his explanation, he started to feel mildly embarrassed about it, but Volcan had re-assured him that there was nothing for him to be ashamed of; that he was allowed to be into whatever he desired, even if it was mildly disturbing to others.
With that all said and done, Luke then went on to say he wanted to experience that kind of feeling again, much like when they were back in the Western Continent and were being swallowed up by shifting sands caused by a cave in below their feet. The issue now was figuring out a way to do so without really endangering themselves in such a way. Just acting out the situation wouldn't cut it for Luke. It had to feel and look genuine to him.
It was at that moment, the idea came to him. Something he once suggested to Volcan when he revealed his own dirty little secret to him.
"Well...we do have a master Illusionist." Were the words he said.
The following day after they completed their rounds for the day, Luke had asked Hank to meet with him in private, to which he explained to Hank that he wanted to have an illusion cast on himself and Volcan where they'd be in a state of peril, which had Luke revealing to him his favourite kink to him, yet would be totally fine in the real world. Hank was a bit weirded out by Luke's request to be placed under such an illusion, but being the crafty Trickster he was, he was sure he could get it done. After all, he and his husband would have fun with his illusionary prowess from time to time, so this request wasn't something that couldn't be done.
The one request that Hank had for Luke in return was for him to be patient. He would give him what he wanted, but it would be on his time and when they least expect it. He would need the time to fully prepare for the illusion and add in whatever he felt would see fit to have it meet his Team Captain's desires before he could unleash it.
Once they were in agreement, they parted ways and went on with their usual routines afterward. Luke informed his Blaziken that he had talked to Hank and said he would go through with this request, though it would be sprung on his own time and when they least expected. Like Hank said, he wanted it to feel as genuine as Luke wanted, so for it to work, they had to be completely vulnerable for it to work.
Days had passed...Hank was nowhere to be found and Luke was starting to feel anxious again. The build up to this happening was finally getting under his fur, and he grew more and more noticeably impatient, which was completely not in his character to be so antsy. One day he was sitting alone on the sofa at his and Volcan's home, having finished tidying it up for when his mate returned from his jobs, his tail wagging back and forth anxiously as he sat there, waiting for his beloved to return home, and also for Hank to finish up whatever preparations he needed to get this all going.
"I'm home!" Volcan called from the front door as he finally returned. "Luke; you here?"
Luke immediately stood up from his sofa and turned to Volcan as he walked in. "Hey love!" He called back, trotting over to properly greet him by throwing his arms around him and holding tightly.
"Whoa! Missed me, eh?" Volcan asked, returning Luke's embrace.
"Of course I did." Luke returned with a chuckle. "Every day we're not working together, I miss you." He added, sneaking a smooch along his neck. "How was work today, love?"
"Well, Tristan blundered a little bit today, but it worked out," he said. "Though there might be a recently fallen tree not too far into the woods from here."
"Oh dear...what did he do this time?" He asked with a chuckle, leading Volcan to the living room for him to take a seat on the sofa and kick back.
"Pretty much the same thing Drogo did when he fought Jora," replied Volcan. "Let himself get baited and then, ka-RASH! Right into a tree. Uprooted the whole thing."
Luke stifled a bit, then he suddenly burst out laughing at Tristan's folly, bending forward and clutching his gut from how hard he was laughing. "You're JOKING me!" He finally said after his laughing fit. "Oh man, that Aggron...I get that he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but come on. Not even Katsu is that gullible to fall for that."
Volcan sighed and shook his head. "Yeah... Tristan's valuable to the team but if he only had a brain."
Luke calmed down a little and gently caressed his arm. "Well either way, it sounds like your mission was successful." He said before he sighed and rested his head on Volcan's shoulder. "Least your day was eventful..."
"You still sound bored," Volcan commented. "Nothing interesting on your end today?"
"Nope." Luke returned. "STILL waiting." He added, grumbling a little. "It's been almost two weeks since I asked Hank for that request. What the hell's taking him so long?"
Volcan let out a sigh. "Guess he's waiting for the right moment." He said with a shrug. "Come on; let's go for a walk. Maybe that'll clear your head."
Luke nodded. "Yea, that might help." He agreed, standing up and offering Volcan his paw. "Aw who am I kidding, anything I do with you helps." He added with a laugh.
Volcan laughed with him, taking his paw in his hand and walking with him out of the house. From there, they decided to walk toward the woods so they could enjoy the scenery and be in a much more relaxed scenario.
Unbeknownst to the two of them though, a shadow was lurking in the trees above them, a sinister grin on his face as he watched to two of them walking through the woods. He had waited patiently for this moment. Now the opportune time to strike was at hand.
As they walked through the woods, Luke looked up to his lover with a mildly concerned look. "So...you're absolutely sure you're alright with what I asked...?" He asked, still feeling he might be pulling Volcan into a situation he wouldn't like.
"I said one day I'd try to help you indulge, and I meant it. Just don't know how," Volcan returned. "We've enjoyed my kinks -it's only right we try some of yours."
"I know that. It's just...I know how you feel about what happened to me back then. I still want to do this, but i'm also concerned about your feelings about it as well." Luke answered.
Volcan shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what I could say to reassure you..."
Luke stepped around in front of Volcan and gently placed both his paws on his chest. "Well...you don't have to say anything...you could just speak with your actions\~" He replied, winking back at him.
Volcan smiled back and put his arms around Luke, holding him gently. "That I could," he said.
Luke grinned up at Volcan, already leaning in closer to kiss him lightly. However, something strange began to happen. He and Volcan suddenly felt light headed, and because of that, they were unable to focus on the shimmering air around them; the telltale sign of an illusion being cast around them. The light headedness felt...comfortable for some reason, as if they were suddenly extremely tired and were on the verge of falling asleep. It wouldn't be long before Luke succumbed fully to these effects and promptly fell forward onto his lover, zonking right out and quickly losing consciousness to whatever force had put him under.
"What's... going on?" Volcan asked, groggily, struggling to keep himself and Luke on their feet. Luke was unable to answer, as he was already out cold in Volcan's arms and was practically dead weight to him. The feeling intensified on Volcan, further weakening his mind and causing him further fatigue until he collapsed, falling under the spell and laying on his back with Luke on top of him.
From outside the illusions perimeter, a certain tribal Zoroark was snickering to himself as he nailed Luke and Volcan with his powers. "Hehehe...worked like a fucking charm." He muttered. "Now then...let's give the boss one hell of a messy peril." He muttered as he snapped his claw.
\~\~\~\~\~
Luke awoke with a start, gasping as he abruptly came to and quickly sat up and frantically glanced all around him. The Lucario was still in a forest no doubt, but it wasn't any forest that he had encountered before in his life...the trees looked half dead and were lacking leaves, not to mention some of their roots were exposed as well. He groaned and rubbed his forehead, but then promptly pulled it back when he noticed something wet on his head. Looking at his paw, he could see a thick brown fluid dripping down his paw, and when he looked down at the area around him, he saw that the entire area was all muddy and loose.
Through whatever means, it looked like he was now sitting in a swampy area, to as to how he got there, he couldn't even begin to remember. Try as he might, he had no recollection of how he got here, or why he was sent here. Though one thing did make him jolt when he thought about it. He remembered he was with Volcan, and looking around the immediate area, he could see no sign his lover at all.
"Volcan?" He called out, rising to his feet and looking around his immediate area for any sign of him. "Love??" he called out again, louder this time, and was about to scan the area for the Blaziken with his aura sense....only to find that he couldn't! Try as he might, something was blocking his ability to sense aura.
Seeing that he'd have to try and find him the old fashioned way, he began to take a step to his left, only to stop when he felt something tugging his torso. Looking down at himself, he could see a belt around his waist, with a line of chain he recognized all too well attached to the belt.
"Great...Siphoning Chain." He grumbled, reaching down at the belt and trying to tear it off with his strength alone, so that he could have access to his powers again. Though try as he might, the chain held firm to the belt with no visible signs of coming off anytime soon.
A thought then entered his mind. "Wait..." He muttered to himself. "This chain must lead somewhere..." He said softly, then he took the chain in his paws again and tugged at it until it went taught. To his surprise, the chain went taught quickly, and when he looked in the direction the chain came from, he immediately saw the sight of his Blaziken laying half hidden in some tall grass a few paces away from him. Feeling a wave of relief wash over him, he quickly trotted to Volcan and knelt at his side, gently lifting him up in his arms and lightly slapping his cheek. "Volcan. Hey wake up!" He said firmly to him in an attempt to rouse him from his slumber.
"Huh? What?" Volcan asked as he was roused, looking around. "Hey, what's going on? Where are we?"
"I don't know..." Luke answered back. "I'm just as confused as you love...one moment we were alone together, then...everything just went black, and I woke up with a belt and a link of siphoning chain around it..." He explained, holding up the chain that seemed to link Volcan and Luke together.
"Whoever did this to us is in for a world of pain when we get this off," Volcan said in a low growl.
"I hear you love...though right now, we need to focus on A. Finding a way out of this swamp, and B. Finding some way to get these belts off our waists." He returned, standing tall and helping Volcan to his feet, brushing off some of the mud on his back. As he wiped it off his body, he then felt something along the side of the belt. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was yet another length of Siphoning Chain attached to the belt. "...Hey what the." He muttered as he walked around Volcan and tugged at the chain. "There's another link here." He said, tugging it until it was taught.
"Wha? Then who else is attached to this thing?" Volcan asked, looking over his shoulder to follow the link. To both of their surprises, the line led them to not one, but THREE other individuals they recognized easily. A certain Samurott built like a brick wall, a Zoroark dressed in Tribal garb, and a Sceptile wearing armbands on his upper arms that bore the insignia of Team Kama. All three of them were laying unconscious, and all of them had belts with lengths of Siphoning Chain attached to them, linking them all together like a chain gang.
"Katsu?!" Luke cried out. "Hank! Sickle!!" He said as he quickly ran over to their sides and began to try and rouse them.
"Ugh..." Sickle was the first to move. "Anybody get the name of that Tyrantrum that stepped on me?" He asked rhetorically as he tried to open his eyes.
"Oooff...seconded.." Hank spoke up, rubbing his forehead and slowly opening his eyes. "Feels like I was put through a garbage press..."
Katsu was the last to rise, groaning deeply as he rolled to his side before pushing himself up on his forearms. He shook his head a little to gain his bearings and groggily opened his eyes to see he was in unfamiliar territory. "...What in the...?" He muttered. "What sorcery is this? This isn't my lakeside abode!"
"We're just as confused as you, pal," Volcan called out to him.
Once they were all back on their feet and fully awake, Luke explained to them what happened and how they ended up here, or rather, how they didn't remember how they ended up here. Hank piped up first after Luke finished speaking. "Yea I had the same thing happen to me. Lizard Boy here and I were just enjoying the day together and all of a sudden...BOOM. Lights out." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Last I remember was I was taking a late afternoon swim in my lake as I waited for Serena to arrive. We were about to undergo yet another date together." the large Samurott added. "Instead I find myself all soaked in this muck and bound by Siphoning Chain in the middle of nowhere....Whoever is responsible for this transgression shall feel the fury of my blades!" He announced loudly.
"And that goes double for me!" Volcan added.
"Katsu, Volcan. Focus." Luke instructed them firmly. "Save your revenge speeches for when we find the culprit. Right now, our biggest priority is to find a way out of this swamp and get these chains off us, so we can have access to our abilities again." Luke stated.
"Well that's all well and good, but where do we fuckin start?" Hank asked. "There's nothin but dead trees and cloudy skies man. We're in a land we don't even know is on the fuckin map."
"Maybe so, but Volcan and I have been in this situation before when we were teleported to the Western Continent. Let's see if we can find a path to follow, then go from there." Luke instructed.
"Luke's right; we need to keep our heads," Sickle agreed. "Freaking out now gets us nowhere."
"Aye." Katsu agreed with a firm nod. "Let us find a safe path out of this decrepit forest."
"Yea what he said." Hank agreed.
"Alright..." Luke returned with nod once everyone was in agreement. "We'll have to be extra careful since we don't have our powers. That said, since we're all chained up, we won't lose one another as we travel." He looked to Volcan. "You take point, I'll watch your back. Everyone else stay behind us, stay close and keep your senses sharp." He instructed. "We don't know what awaits us in this swamp."
"And watch your footing; the ground here looks slick," Volcan added as he searched for a safe path to walk on.
True to his word, the ground was indeed very slick and loose. One misstep would cause them to slip and fall flat on their faces or backsides. Thankfully to pokemon like Sickle and Volcan, who had clawed feet, keeping their balance was easier for them to accomplish, but for Luke, Katsu and Hank, they had to be extremely careful as to where they stepped or risk falling and taking everyone else with them.
Their trek would have them traversing deeper into the dead forest, the air filled with sounds they didn't recognize, nor feel comfortable hearing. As if the fauna in this realm weren't even pokemon in the first place. On and on they trekked, Once or twice having to wade through small pools of swamp water, but fortune would soon smile upon them for their troubles as Volcan saw a path ahead of them. A crudely put together path, lined with uneven rocks and sticks, but it was a path nonetheless.
"Alright, this looks like something. Let's go," he urged, leading the others on.
"Which way though?" Hank asked. "Damn thing goes both ways. What's to say the way we choose is the right way?"
Luke glanced up to Volcan with a small smirk. "Well, when in doubt..." He said, prompting Volcan to continue his sentence.
"Turn left," Volcan finished, chuckling.
Hank and Katsu looked at them rather oddly for a moment, unsure if that was really something to practically go by. Nevertheless they shook the thought out of their minds and Katsu spoke up. "Then left is where we shall head." He returned. "Let us proceed."
They fell into their line again, Volcan taking the lead with Luke right behind him, followed by Sickle, Hank and Katsu bringing up the rear. The path was very uneven, but at the very least it was stable ground for them to traverse. Should any of them misstep, they'd be able to catch themselves before they fell.
The path they went on soon started to look more and more unsafe as they continued. They were now along a shallow incline to their left, and tree roots were tangled up along the stones of the path.
"Starting to look more like we should have gone the other way..." Luke muttered as they carefully stepped over the roots that threatened to trip them if they weren't careful.
"Should we turn back?" Volcan asked.
"Well we've come this far already...that and if we try to turn around, we'll have to do so in a way that doesn't tangle us up." Luke replied, then looked back to Sickle and weakly chuckle. "If it weren't for these chains, I imagine you'd be able to clear these roots no problem, eh?"
"Without a sweat," replied Sickle. "I could carve us through here easily."
"Well, technically we still can...I mean...I have claws and the big man behind us has his swords....We could just cut our way through ourselves." Hank suggested.
Luke's ears pricked up at that notion, suddenly remembering they had a swordsman in their group. He slapped his paw to his head and rolled his eyes. "Doi, I'm an idiot." He muttered before he looked to Hank and nodded. "Good call, Hank." He complimented before he motioned for Katsu to approach them. "Swap places with Volcan and take point. The rest of us will move out of the way for you."
"Aye." Katsu returned, slowly making his way over to the front of the group so he could help clear the way for them. As he walked though, his ear flicked as if he heard something coming from their right, turning his head to see what the source of the noise was.
What happened next was a shock to all of them. They were suddenly being swarmed by bats that had shot out of a nearby cave, screeching as if something had spooked them from within its dark confines. They all had to shield themselves from the bats as they screeched and practically flew through the group. Katsu especially was surprised by the bats to the point where he took a step back and stumbled over one of the roots behind him and cried out in surprise as he teetered back over the edge of the slope, tumbling down the slope and landing at the bottom of the incline with a thick, wet plop. The others were dragged off of their feet as a result of Katsu's folly, landing on their sides and dragged to the edge of the incline, getting covered in mud and sticks, but still on the higher ground at least.
"Well that could've gone better," Volcan commented when the bats were finally gone. "Wonder what spooked all those Zubat?"
"Well if I were a gamblin man, I'd say some weird sound from within the cave close to their location would do the trick. Zubat are pretty easily spooked by that kinda shit." Hank commented.
"Katsu, you okay?" Sickle called.
"Aye!" He called back. "Just a bit bruised, but fine nonetheless." He returned.
"Can you get back up here?" Luke called down to him.
"If I use my blades, then perhaps so." The Samurott replied as he went to lift his arm up to grasp one of his swords.
...Except he couldn't...
"What in the?" He asked softly, noticing that he couldn't pull his arm up to grasp at his Seamitar on the opposite arm. He looked down and noticed that half of his body was submerged in some very thick, very viscous muck, and his eyes widened in alarm when he noticed that his body was slowly being devoured by the muck. In a panicked frenzy, he suddenly began to struggle to pull his limbs free, but to no avail. He was trapped!
"I-I am stuck!!" He called out suddenly to the others. "I cannot pull myself free!!"
Hank looked over and noticed Katsu's predicament. "Oh shit! Guys, he's stuck in Quicksand!!" He exclaimed.
"He's sinking! We gotta pull him out!" Volcan said, urgently.
"Already on it man!" Hank said as he was already tugging at his chain to try and get his ally free from his dilemma. Luke was quick to follow, growling as he used every ounce of strength he had to try and free the Mighty Glacier of his team.
To their own dismay, despite them all working together, they couldn't even get Katsu to budge. He was far too heavy and still slowly sinking into the quivering pit, small thick bubbles popping around him as he sank deeper into the molasses like grip that held him firm. To top of all off, they were also slowly being dragged down the slope as a result of Katsu sinking. The Samurott was now shoulder deep and frantically looking around for some way to free himself, but he found no way to do so, and without his powers, he couldn't liquify the quicksand and make it more fluid and watery for him to escape with ease.
"Forget about me, my comrades!! Save yourselves!!" He called out to them, having to tilt his head back as the quicksand began to swallow what was left of him. "Break your chains! C-Continue on without m-mpph!!" He tried to say before the muck filled his mouth, and he slowly disappeared from view completely into the thick mass.
"No, this can't be happening!" Volcan exclaimed defiantly, pulling harder on his chain.
"Oh shit shit SHIT!!" Hank would exclaim as he was next to be dragged into the pit, dropping in from a small ledge of the pit knee deep and already being pulled toward where Katsu last was. "Fuck! Not like this man, not like this!!" He further exclaimed, defiantly struggling against the pull of the quicksand, but all that did was delay the inevitable, and he was slowly brought to his waist by the time he was at the center of the pit. "Guys! Little help here!!"
"Hang on, Hank!" Sickle called, turning back to the ground behind him and grabbing onto it with his claws, attempting to anchor himself and the others while Luke and Volcan kept pulling.
"Damnit how thick IS this stuff??" Luke growled as he and Volcan kept trying to pull the Zoroark and the submerged Samurott free. He was NOT about to lose his comrades to this patch of bog. He looked to his left and noticed a root he could grasp onto, reaching out and grabbing it with paw, hoping that would help to anchor him down as well.
Despite their efforts, Hank was still being consumed, with only his head and an arm above the surface. He looked at Sickle with a grim expression before he put on a weak smirk for him. "Well...I guess this is it, Lizard man..." He said in a regretful tone, a small tear running down his cheek.
"No! Come on Hank, keep trying! We can pull you out!" Sickle called back, clawing at the ground for purchase as he tried to keep them all from going under.
He shook his head slowly, tilting it back as he was further sucked down. "I'll....be thinking of ya...on the other side..." He said as he prepared to accept his fate, taking a deep breath as he slowly went under next, only his claw remained above the surface and waved a bit in a feeble attempt to grasp at something to save him from his demise, but soon his claw went under, leaving only a mass of bubbles in his place. Now both members of Luke's team had sunk...Only Sickle, Volcan and himself remained and they were still being pulled toward the pit ever so slowly.
"D-Damnit, No!" Luke whimpered, clenching his eyes shut as the reality set in for him.
"This can't be how it ends!" Volcan growled defiantly.
No sooner did he say that, Luke's branch began to crack, then snapped entirely, causing him to yelp in surprise as he barrelled right into Sickle, causing him to lose his grip and have them both splash into the quicksand at the same time!
"Damnit!" Luke exclaimed in horror. "S-Sickle I'm sorry!"
"Not your fault," Sickle assured him. "Come on; climb out, before you sink too deep!" The Sceptile urged him, trying to get him back to the shore where Volcan was still trying to pull them back out.
"I'm trying!" Luke cried out in return, trying to move his arms and legs to escape the quicksand with Sickle and get back to solid ground. Alas, the muck wasn't making it easy for them. It clung to them like super glue, and every movement only served to tire them out faster and draw them closer toward where Hank and Katsu met their ends. Luke looked back in fright as he found himself being pulled to the center, then looked back to Volcan, desperately lifting a paw up to try and reach out to him, despite being out of reach.
"Luke!" Volcan called, the horrors from the West Continent replaying in his mind as he once more saw his lover being dragged to his doom as before, desperately still trying to pull him out even as the Blaziken's feet reached the ledge. In another second, he'd be dragged in as well.
"Well crap..." Sickle said painfully as the bog had now risen up his neck to below his chin. "So this is how it ends, huh? Not exactly the heroic end I envisioned..." He said as he eyed Luke sadly. "Was fun... meeting you, handsome..." were his last words before he too was pulled beneath.
"SICKLE!!" Luke cried out as he watched his friend sink under as well, tears freely rolling down his cheeks as images flashed through his mind of how they met, how they became close friends, and especially the night where he helped him open his heart back up and helped him find love once more. He was soon brought out of his trance when he noticed his chest spike was being consumed. Soon he would follow Sickle and the others into the quicksand, joining them in their their mucky tomb.
"V-Volcan...!" Luke cried out to his lover as he elevated his gaze to look back at him. "T-Try to break your chain! Save yourself!" He stated desperately.
"I can't..." Volcan returned, tears forming in his eyes. "Even if I could break it, I'm not leaving you all here. Either all of us leave or none of us do..."
His feet slid over the edge, and into the quicksand he fell, sinking almost immediately up to his knees and losing his balance to fall onto his backside, which of course only sank him deeper.
"Gah... this sucks on so many levels," he growled, squirming instinctively to try and get free.
"Please love, there's still a chance for you!" Luke pleaded desperately. "Pull yourself free!" He added, the quicksand now resting at his shoulders, grimacing as thick bubbles popped and splashed his face.
"Doesn't this scenario seem familiar?" Volcan asked defeatedly as he sank deeper. "How I was spouting this same thing to you out west, and you refused to abandon me?"
Luke froze for a moment, remembering back to the west continent where they were in a similar situation, when they both were caught in the dry sinkhole and Luke refused to abandon Volcan despite their impending doom. He grimaced slightly and flattened his ears as he stifled a sob. "...I-I remember..." Luke admitted softly. "I guess...I'd be a hypocrite to ask the same of you...." He said defeatedly, only his head from the neck up was visible with one paw above the surface.
Volcan pushed forward, reaching out with his talon to grasp Luke's paw, and with all of his strength, pulled the Lucario up to his level, embracing him as they sank deeper. "At least in our last moments... I'll still get to hold you," he said, resting his head on Luke's shoulder as he embraced him as tightly as he had the day Luke had proposed to him.
The Lucario clung instinctively to Volcan as he was pulled forward and held, his bottom lip quivering as tears freely rolling down his cheeks as they soon approached chest depth, thanks to the Blaziken pulling him more to his level when he grabbed him. "...I'm so sorry, my love..." He whimpered, nuzzling his cheek softly.
Volcan shushed him gently. "I love you," he said in a final whisper as the mud rose to their chins.
"I-I love you too..." He whimpered as he lifted his chin slightly. "...Goodbye...my husband." He said before he went in for a kiss, their last kiss together as the quicksand slowly worked their way up their heads...
Their lips met just as the sand finished consuming them...The last thing going their minds being the day they came forward with their feelings and confessed their love to one another...Deeper and deeper they sank, joining their comrades in their thick, sludgy grave, everything slowly fading into darkness as they began to drown...
\*SNAP\*
Luke and Volcan suddenly awoke with a start, the former gasping for air as if he had just held his breath for an eternity. He rolled off of Volcan and grasped his chest as he gulped in fresh air, then slowly began to calm down and squinted open his eyes, seeing the twilight sky above him, as the sun was now starting to set over the horizon.
He sat up, and looked around his surroundings, noticing he was back in familiar territory again. He was back in the forest where Volcan and he were taking a stroll to get his mind off of waiting for...
"...Hank's Illusion..." Luke whispered, then he started to grin a bit. "You damned, sneaky fox..."
He then looked over to Volcan, quickly crawling to his side and helping him sit up. "Hey, you alright?"
"I am so very confused," Volcan remarked, a cross-eyed expression on his face. "What the fuck just happened?"
"Yoooohooo!" Came a familiar voice, prompting them both to look up and see Hank reclining against a thick tree branch high above them. "Thank you for flying Zoro Airlines. Please stow all tray tables away and disembark at the nearest exit." He joked, grinning at the both of them from his resting spot.
Volcan looked up at Hank blankly before his gaze fell back to Luke. "...So, I guess he did it, finally." Shaking off his earlier confusion he smirked at Luke. "And, how are you feeling?
"Well...honestly?" Luke returned, smiling back at Volcan. "VERY relaxed...and quite relieved too."
"In more ways than one!" Hank called down, pointing to Luke, which made him look down between his legs and noticed a rather sticky mess between them, making him blush in embarrassment.
"I guess so." Luke said sheepishly, then glanced back to his lover. "And what about you?"
"Well..." Volcan blinked. "I really don't know what to feel. I thought we were goners and it turns out to all be fake. I mean," he looked up at Hank. "I knew he was going to do it, but not when. So... for a moment I thought it was real." He patted his chest. "Heart still thinks so; it's going a mile a minute."
Suddenly a pair of green claws appeared over his eyes. "Guess who?"
"AH!" Volcan jumped so violently he launched himself off of the ground, nearly striking the very tree limb upon which Hank rested, before falling back to earth once again. Getting over the initial shock, he whipped around, looking at the Sceptile behind him. "Wait... you were actually here?!" He asked.
"Of course I was," Sickle returned, grinning smugly. "Think I'd miss out on a chance to see what gives Luke 'wet' dreams?" He gestured to the Lucario.
Luke blushed heavily at his claim, instinctively closing his legs and smiling sheepishly. "W-Well...now you know." Luke replied. "I'm sorry if it was so weird for you, Sickle."
"You forget I'm into some 'weird' stuff myself," reminded Sickle. "Nothing fazes me."
"More power to you then, my friend.." Came another deeper voice, causing Luke to turn around and see Katsu behind him, standing on all fours and scratching his whiskers a little.
"Wait, you were there too??" Luke asked. "But...I thought....when did you...?"
The Samurott chuckled heartily at Luke's reaction. "My dear friend and Captain...It was Hank that came to me about helping you relieve some tension you were experiencing, and that he asked Sickle to assist in doing so as well." He explained, then he shot Hank a bit of a dirty look. "Although I was not expecting to end up drowning in a patch of quicksand...something he failed to inform me about..."
Hank whistled innocently, rolling his eyes back a bit and idly swinging his leg back and forth. Katsu grumbled a little, but continued. "Well regardless...I am glad that I now know you are relieved of your tension. Should thou ever require my assistance again, I will gladly help you once again."
"...I didn't think you were into that kinda stuff, Katsu." Luke pointed out.
"I am not, but as your guardian, I will willingly put aside my concerns to assist you again. 'Tis what I promised you when I first joined Team Valiant." He answered.
"If my mind gets blown any further, I think my head is going to go blastoff," Volcan remarked, putting one talon to his head. "Until Sickle jumped me, I thought you both were just part of the illusion..."
"That's how fucking good I am at what I do, birdbrain!" Hank called down with a snicker, then let himself fall off the branch and landed gracefully on all fours before standing tall again, jabbing a claw at himself confidently. "They don't call me the Trickster just cause it sounds cute."
"Well you certainly took your time..." Luke retorted. "Seriously, I knew you needed time, but TWO weeks??"
"Hey, it was an intricate Illusion. I needed the time to properly play out the scenario in my head until I was able to get it down pat." He said with a shrug.
"I guess that makes sense," remarked Volcan, shrugging.
Luke pushed himself to his feet and sighed softly, looking at the three that were part of the illusion and smiling warmly at them all. "Well in any case, thank you all..." He said, scratching the back of his head a little. "Perhaps maybe we can do this again sometime."
"Eh, I'm down to do another, but it'll take time\~" Hank returned teasingly. "Gotta make each scenario unique and all....unless anyone wants to pitch in and offer THEIR ideas." He openly offered.
"Well, I know something else these two are into," Sickle remarked, looking at Luke and Volcan deviously, causing both of them to blush with embarrassment.
"Oh yea? Lay it on me, lizard boy." He returned. "We just explored my boss' kinks, might as well form a que and spill the beans." He said, then snickered playfully. "Man I could make a killing turning this into a business..."
"M-M-Maybe another time," Volcan stammered. Though Sickle did know what he was into, he didn't want word of it getting out to everyone yet...
But Sickle wasn't letting up. "Yanno those vines of mine I sprout with frenzy plant?" Sickle asked, making Volcan go beet red. "Well, Volcan especially gets of-MPH!" He was cut off as Volcan shot towards him like a lightning bolt and clapped a talon over his mouth.
"PUTACORKINIT!!!" He babbled hastily.
Luke, Katsu and Hank all laughed hysterically at Volcan's attempt to shut Sickle up, but by now it was too late. Hank had heard enough to know what Volcan liked. "Alright, alright, I can dig that. What about you, Brawn for Brains?" He asked looking to Katsu.
It was the Samurott's turn to blush in embarrassment as he was asked what his dirty little secret was, making him turn his head away slightly and grimace a bit. "E-Erm..." He said softly, struggling to find the right words to say.
"...Wow...I've never seen you so flustered before." Luke teased. "Must be pretty naughty if it has you this speechless."
"L-Luke please!" Katsu bade him, then he cleared his throat and let out a sigh. "Well...If I had to choose...I suppose my deepest secret that I....get off on, for lack of a better term...would be rough intercourse..." He admitted. "As in...my partner being insistently rough with me...to the point of wounding me."
Hank's cocky demeanour dropped almost instantly when he heard that, staring at the Samurott wordlessly before he spoke. "...Wait...you're a masochist?" He asked suddenly, then he started bursting out laughing and clutched his chest as he laughed. "DUDE!! C'mon, that's fucking TAME compared to what these guys are into!!" Hank blurted out. "I mean...you're into pain! These guys like playing with their LIVES! That takes balls!"
"You are in the way wrong partnership to indulge in that," Volcan remarked, imagining Katsu and Serena together, but unable to depict the Vaporeon doing anything remotely resembling 'rough'.
"I am aware...but I love Serena the way she is. I would never ask her to change just because one thing I am into. As long as she is happy, that is enough for me." Katsu returned.
"Well then, if masochism is what you want, I could squeeze that in too." Hank returned. "So let's see....We got Vines, Masochism, Quicksand...What about you, Lizard boy? You never mentioned yours...or is it the same as birdbrain there?"
"More, I like to be the one to do it," replied Sickle. "While I go over the many different ways I can wrap someone up in vines growing off my back... yeah, that turns me on." He shrugged. "Dunno if there's a word for that -not sure 'bondage' fits."
"And what about you, Hank?" Volcan asked. "The rest of us are spillin' our guts. Your turn."
Hank grinned. "Well, unlike you, Chicken legs, I ain't ashamed in what I like."
"I-I'm not ashamed!" Volcan protested, crossing his arms and averting his gaze. "I just have a submissive side... And extreme one."
He laughed at that. "Whatever you say, pal. Never really took you for a subby lil' bitch-" He paused when he saw Luke shoot him a warning glare for his remark, making Hank backtrack a bit. "But hey! Who am I to judge, right?" He added, laughing nervously before he put his claw to his cheek.. "Jeez though, where to begin...there's so many that I like...." He said with a chuckle, then clapped his claws together. "Aight. I got it. My biggest secret iiiiiiisss..."
He paused for dramatic effect before he continued. "...Getting the life choked outta me SO fucking hard, it like my head's about ta pop off. Oohhh....makes me shiver just thinkin about all the times ol Gexie does that to me...Truly an Apex predator he is." He said with a grin.
"...So you're into asphyxiation," Volcan stated, clearly having expected something else with the way Hank had made it seem so dramatic.
"Yup! That and so many other things. That was just ONE of the things I'm into." He added. "Wanna know more? Pay up pal. I take anything embarrassing to admit or other sexy kinks as payment."
"...And I thought you were trying to change everyone's image on Zoroarks, Hank." Katsu stated in mild jest.
"Hey, if you're good at something, never do it for free." Hank replied.
"Well, perhaps another time we can indulge in everyone's secrets with Hank's help. For now..." Luke strode toward Volcan and gently wrapped his arm around his waist. "What say we get cleaned up and enjoy a hearty meal together...?"
"Sounds good to me," agreed Volcan, nodding to Luke.
"Mind if I bum in for some grub?" Hank asked. "I think I deserve a little sumthin fer makin yer wildest dreams come true." He added with a grin.
"Hmmmmm...." Luke hummed in thought, then he shrugged. "Ah well the hell...I've been wanting to flex my culinary muscles for a while now." He admitted. "Sure, you can have some too. In fact, might as well invite you all to dinner." He added.
Katsu smiled. "That sounds like a splendid idea...so long as Volcan is content with it."
"I'm fine with it, of course," returned Volcan, smiling and nodding.
"Then let us all feast on Luke's Legendary culinary masterpieces!" Katsu exclaimed.
The Lucario chuckled and blushed a bit. "They're not THAT legendary..." He said, then nodded and began to walk to his and Volcan's house. "Well come on then. Dinner's not going to cook itself." He bade them as he led the group to his house, wearing the most content smile on his face as he thought of delicacies to make for his friends and his beloved. |
Keeping Secrets by Midnight Silence | Author Comments: This is my first ever finished story. Like all my work, I'm none too proud of it, but I uploaded it due to requests from a friend. May continue it, maybe not, depends on the response it gets I guess. At any rate, hope you enjoy it. * * * "Hey, wait up!" Nate shouted through the | [
"Canine",
"Feline",
"Fox",
"Husky"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51469-keeping-secrets | Author Comments: This is my first ever finished story. Like all my work, I'm none too proud of it, but I uploaded it due to requests from a friend. May continue it, maybe not, depends on the response it gets I guess. At any rate, hope you enjoy it.
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"Hey, wait up!" Nate shouted through the hall. He sped up to catch Matt before he walked out the door.
"Oh hey Nate! I thought you left already." Matt rubbed the back of his head and smiled lazily.
"Of course not silly, I was talking to Lily." Lily was Nate's popular, cheerleader, gorgeous, perfect girlfriend. Nate smiled back and grabbed Matt's paw, dragging him back down the hall. "Wait with me at my locker, kay? I've gotta get a few books."
"Sure thing..." Matt drifted off as he was drug through the hall. He was only paying attention now to Nate's embrace on his paw, almost like they were holding hands. He felt so warm and welcoming, but Matt knew it was wrong for him to be thinking this about his friend. He quickly pulled himself back to reality before his thoughts got any more intimate. He stood for a minute by Nate at his locker while he searched for his books and papers. Nate was a slender fox, his fur ranging in color from a burnt sienna to a neon orange, and his ears fading to a beautiful tar black at the tips. He stood about five and a half feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds. He didn't have much muscle on him, but there was no fat either, just a nice petite little body.
Matt had a decent body himself, although typical of most huskies in his school. He was slightly muscled, and stood at almost six feet tall. His fur was very unique, being a brigh silver color that faded into a stunning light purple from his shoulders down his arms, his tail, his face, and his belly.
"So, I was thinking, how'd you like to spend the night at my house tonight? We could play some Killer Instinct and shoot some pool and whatnot." Nate was packing his things into his bag now.
"Uh, sure, but I don't have any stuff, and thanks to you I don't have a ride home to get anything. And isn't Killer Instinct like ancient?"
"That's fine, my mom can give you a ride I'm sure, and I've got a spare matress. As for clothing, you'll either have to try some of my clothes on, or sleep in the nude." Nate laughed as he wrapped an arm around Matt's shoulder and they approached his mom's car. Matt however blused deeply under his silver fur at the mention of being seen nude by his friend. "And just for your information, KI's a classic." They made their way into the silver car and Nate made sure Matt could get a ride with them and spend the night. Once his mom agreed they were on their way to Nate's, which was only a few minutes away from their school.
The car ride was a quiet one, but once they arrived the two took off to Nate's room in a flash and immediately began chattering away. Nate plugged in the old SNES and started up the game. They picked their characters, Cinder for Nate and Glacius for Matt. They fought each other for an hour straight, the conversation ranging from teachers to student gossip to their plans for the summer, when finally Matt grew tired of it.
"Hey, what else you got to do here? This is getting repetitive." Matt set the controller down and walked around the room staring at various things.
"Well, we can shoot a few games of pool, go get soemthin to eat, watch a movie..."
"Let's watch some movies! Which ones ya got?"
"Uhh..." Nate flipped through a stack of discs looking for something good. "Wanna watch Pirates?" he said, holding up a dvd.
"Yeah sure!" Matt sat there as Nate popped in the disc. He found himself staring intently at his friend's ass as he bent over and his mind began to drift back to those thoughts of being alone and initmate with Nate. He quickly snapped out of it however as Nate turned around and gave him a quick look, before shaking his head and getting things back on subject.
"Hey man, you hungry? I've got some snacks downstairs if ya want."
"Uh, yeah. Want me to come with you to help carry stuff?"
"Naw, that'll be fine, just stay here. I'll be back in a bit." And with that, Nate was on his way downstairs, leaving Matt alone in the room. He looked around a bit before he found his mind starting to return to thoughts of his fox friend. It was only recently that Matt had realized that he was gay, but he still wasn't at terms with himself about it. He kept telling himself it was wrong to think this way about other guys, yet he still couldn't stop himself from doing it. He knew as well that nothing would ever be the same if he accepted it and other people found out about it. Everything about it seemed so wrong, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't handle the fact that he was increasingly fantasizing about these guys, to the point where he was now even having dreams about them. He just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he could look at a guy and look at him for nothing more than that. Back before when he could hang around his friend without feeling awkward. He wanted to just be able to stop loving him. Deep down, however, his real desire was just for Nate to love him back...
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a bag of Doritos thrown in his face. "Hey! What was that for?!"
"You looked like a zombie or somethin'. Making sure you were still awake!" He flashed a smile before hopping on his bed and opening another bag of chips. The movie began and they chowed down on the snacks for an hour or so before they began to get tired. They layed down and chatted about quizzical things for a bit before they both faded into their sleep...
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*...Nate walked into his room with nothing but a thin silk robe on and smiled at Matt, who was laying down Nate's bed, covered only by a sheet draped over his hips. Nate began walking seductively towards Matt, slowly allowing the robe to slide off his smooth body. He stood a foot or so away from Matt, and ran a paw down his chest and towards his groin. The sheet over him did little to hide Matt's arousal and Nate noticed this, moving towards it. He pulled the sheets back and smiled as he focused his attention now to Matt's face. He looked at Matt passionately before leaning overtop of him and moving his muzzle towards his friend's. He puckered his lips and leaned in, inches away from kissing him, but instead Matt felt a harsh paw thud against the side of his head. He looked at Nate, dumbstruck by his action. All Nate did was land a few more punches to Matt's stomach before walking to his doorway. He turned around and looked back at Matt. 'You faggot. I never want to see your face again.' With those last words he walked out of the room, leaving Matt doubled over on Nate's bed, blood beginning to drip from the side of his face...*
Matt jolted up from his slumber with tears streaming down his face. It was pitch black around him and everything was thick and silent. He sat there in the silence and just let himself cry, trying not to make too much noise. All he could do was hate himself. Hate himself for feeling like that about his friend. Hate himself for keeping his true feelings secret from him. Hate himself for being gay. Hate himself for...well...*being* himself. Silently he sat, arms wrapped around his knees and head in his arms, tears staining his usually bright and cheerful face, for around ten minutes straight, before he heard a noise beside him. It was then he realized he had been crying audibly, too upset to hold back his sobs. His friend rolled over and looked at the miserable heap of fur on the mattress beside him. Matt however was too absorbed into his crying to look up.
"M-matt...?" Nate rubbed his eyes and blinked, trying to adjust to the dark. "Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?" Nate was still halfway asleep and it obviously helped none to have woken up at who-knows-when to the sound and sight of your best friend in the world crying like a worthless nobody beside you. Matt tried to say something between his gasps for air but nothing came out. Nate moved over beside him and groggily wrapped an arm around Matt's shoulder, only to be smacked away and thrown backwards against his bed.
"Don't touch me!" Matt shouted as he smacked his friend away. Mere seconds later his entire expression changed. He looked up at Nate, his face now shocked and devastated. His eyes quivered pleadingly as he looked at his friend, as if to say *I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean that...*
Before Nate even had a chance to respond and let him know he was forgiven, Matt broke down again. He went back into his hysterical crying and turned his back to Nate. He couldn't even bear to look anywhere near him, too ashamed of what he had done. They sat there for about twenty minutes before Nate felt Matt had calmed down enough to talk to.
"Matt...what's wrong? I'm your best friend, I have been for almost ten years, you should know by now that I'm here for you. No matter what it is, I'm here for you. Please tell me."
"I'm so sorry Nate. For what I did, for what I've thought, and for treating you like that when you were trying to help me. I'm such a terrible person..."
"Matt, it's fine. None of it ever even phased me. I just want to know what's wrong. I don't think I've ever even seen you cry before. Please...just tell me what's wrong." When Matt looked up into those adorable pleading eyes, he couldn't take it anymore. The time had come now to confess. He just couldn't keep it pent up inside him any more.
"Nate...I think I'm...well..." Matt swallowed back his pain and his tears once more, to let out the four words he dreaded to even hear himself say... "I think I'm gay." He immediately flinched and hid his face from Nate, remembering the events of his dream. However, it was Nate who looked like he had been punched in the gut. His expression turned to pure shock as he just sat there, staring at his friend. Matt timidly turned his face to look back at Nate, wondering now if telling him was the right choice. Nate still couldn't say anything to him however, even though deep down he was alright with it. Matt however could do nothing more, he just sat there in the dark and stared at Nate's face in the moonlight, hoping for some form of approval. A few minutes passed before he got it.
"I...I don't know what to say..." Nate stared into Matt's eyes with a suddenly puzzled look. "Why would you even think that? Are you sure?"
"Well for one, I...well...I think I have a crush on you." It still hurt for him to say all of this out loud, but at the same time it felt so much better to not have to hide it inside himself any more.
"You...have a crush on me?" Nate blushed. "So I'm guessing you aren't attracted to any girls then, right?"
"Yeah..." Matt felt ashamed to say these things but there was nothing he could do to change who he was. "I hate myself right now. It feels so wrong, and I just wish I could change things to normal like they used to be." He looked down into his lap again. "Are we...are we still cool? I mean...I really don't want this to change our friendship..."
"Yeah, of course! You should know me better than that! Just because I didn't say anything at first doesn't mean I'm not okay with it. I was just sorta...shocked. I really didn't see this coming. But we're definitely still cool. It won't change a thing, I promise. I'll be here for you the whole way." Matt looked into his friend's eyes. His expression was sincere, and caring. He could tell just by looking at his face that he meant it.
"Thank you so much Nate, you don't know how much I've wanted to hear you say that!" He suddenly beamed a little and hugged Nate tightly, before pulling back and blushing. "Oh...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that..." His eyes wandered back to the floor.
"It's fine, just as long as you keep in mind I'm not gay." Nate smiled at him and hugged him back. "So you feeling better now?" Matt wiped the last few tears from his fur and smiled.
"Yeah, I think I'll be fine now. I feel a lot better getting that off my chest." He yawned. "I'm exhausted now though. Hope you don't mind me going back to sleep already." He laughed.
"Already? Awwww...and we were having such a great moment too!" He laughed back at him. "Guess I should get back to bed now too, we can talk about this tomorrow." He looked at his clock, seeing it was a little past two o' clock. "Er...later today. That is, if you want to."
"We'll see..." Matt let out another long yawn. "Goodnight Nate."
"Night Matt..." Nate got back on his bed and rolled over, drifting off to sleep. |
A Hard Lesson • art/story collab with Lumi by khakidoggy | Another collaboration with the excellent artist Lumi wherein our young hustler is in the company of his History teacher, a man who, despite clearly having a taste for young flesh, has a valuable lesson to teach our young hero... This piece went through a couple of iterations. Initially it was going | [
"Anal",
"Buck",
"Catamite",
"Condom",
"Cougar",
"Customer",
"Entrepreneur",
"Gay",
"Lion",
"Male",
"Mountain",
"Prostitution",
"Protected",
"Public",
"Puma",
"Pupil",
"Rabbit",
"School",
"Student",
"Suggestive",
"Teacher",
"Teen",
"education",
"hustler",
"service"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463646-a-hard-lesson-art-story-collab-with-lumi | *Neither the artist nor the writer endorses or glorifies the events herein depicted, except for the valuable life philosophy. Play safe and enjoy.*
**"A Hard Lesson" by [Lumi](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lumi) & [Khaki](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/osfer)**
Mr. Carlisle is a weird one.
I don't mean that he's a sex freak. Unless you count him banging his student on the sly in the principal's office every two weeks. Obviously I don't consider that weird; if anything, he's one of my most mainstream clients.
Average guy, average body, average attitude, average dick and average appetite. He's not one for foreplay, and certainly not for surprises. The most exciting part of my biweekly sessions with Mr. Carlisle is guessing what position he'd like to do it in, and once he's nuzzled his dick under my tail (always wrapped neatly in a prophylactic) I can kind of just zone out until he's done.
And that's not poor customer service, I'll have you know! I've tried stuff. Dirty talk, pushing back, suggesting different positions, moaning, even the upsell, trying to convince him to ditch the rubber and enjoy me as nature intended. He just plain doesn't like it. He wants to get his dick inside me and do his thing till he gets off.
Sounds depressing, doesn't it? Sure it does. Except it ain't. See, you don't know Mr. Carlisle. I didn't, when we first struck our arrangement.
I'm a pretty decent student, and although History isn't my strong suit, my grades are fine. It helps that Mr. Carlisle's a good teacher; he's patient, clearly interested in what he's talking about, and he speaks as if what he's saying actually matters. After class he asked to see me later in the week, assured me there wasn't anything wrong, and when we met, over a cup of tea, he asked how long I'd been having sex for money.
Yeah. Way to lead with a softball, Mr. C. After he gave me a napkin for the tea I'd spit over my shirt he had this whole speech prepared about how he admired my entrepreneurial spirit - I've actually heard that line before a few times and I kinda dig it - and whether he could call on my services from time to time. Apparently he used to have an arrangement with a college dropout who had a habit of calling him 'daddy' during sex, which he didn't like, and who was involved in a drug bust, which was the last straw. So he'd been without sex for a few months, and it was starting to affect him.
It would take me quite a few sessions before I understood what he meant by that. I hope you're not surprised I took the deal, by the way. The money's good, he's a sane kinda guy, low-maintenance and when I consider some of the shit I let guys do to me for less money, a simple clothes-on-standing-up-twenty-five-minute fuck in the principal's office is positively relaxing. But what I came to understand about Mr. Carlisle is this: he has his shit together better than anyone I've ever met.
He lives alone. Once a month he has dinner with a diner's club he belongs to. His hobbies include restoring old rangefinder cameras, he takes evening classes in Italian and he goes on weekend trips to museums and libraries across the country in his old but reliable Citroën. You'd think this was a guy who's run away from every challenge and opportunity in his life and huddled quietly in the corner snuggling the security blanket of obscurity, a guy who tries to coast through life without conflict or thrill. You'd think that. You'd be so wrong.
Mr. Carlisle knows himself. That's really, really important to understand. "Know what you do and why you do it," as he puts it, that's his highest principle. He does what he likes doing and doesn't do what he doesn't like doing, and fuck, I should be damn lucky if I wind up as with-it as he is.
He knows what he needs. He needs to keep his mind busy, so he takes classes and reads books. He needs to contribute, so he teaches. He needs social contact, so he has hobbies and clubs. And he needs sex - and guys like me get his dick hard - so he hires me for it.
Every two weeks, either on Tuesday or Thursday, depending on the schedule of his Italian class, we have a session. The day before he lets me know where and when, and explains the plan. There's always a plan, see, because he likes to do it where we're not supposed to be doing it. Assuming, you know, there's actually an appropriate place in the world for a thirty-three-year-old teacher to bang a student.
He needs a little thrill in his life, and our sessions are his outlet. He's always meticulous about his planning, and I seriously think he spends a lot of time planning our sessions. It's never any place really seedy or outlandish, which suits me fine because it cuts down on the risk of actually encountering other clients with more lascivious tastes. Study rooms, janitor's closets, offices... He always has a plan to ensure our privacy, down to how we each enter and leave the building so nobody gets suspicious.
You'll notice I'm not saying much about what we're actually doing here or how it feels because, well, what you see is what you get. He's got his hands on my shoulders and his dick up my ass and that's about as intimate or intense as it gets. We snuck into the principal's office, he bent me over the desk, and he's about five minutes away from filling up his condom. He's even got a ziploc bag in his pocket to dispose of the rubber and the moist towelettes he'll clean us up with after he's done.
Mr. Carlisle's a man who has his life in balance, and works to maintain it. He doesn't let boredom, loneliness, or blue balls interfere with his life. He doesn't need a partner, he doesn't need to change the world and he sure as hell doesn't need to conform to anybody's idea of how a thirty something man should be spending his time. I admire the fuck out of that.
Sometimes I try to imagine him when he was my age. It's easy to assume he was always a bookish kind of guy and wore argyle sweaters since he was weaned off his mom's boob, but somehow I don't think so. I like to think he was a bad boy. An upstart punk, a rebel, who finally turned his life around when he learned some important lesson about himself. That makes sense to me. Nobody gets to be so comfortable with an ordinary life just because that's all they've ever known and they've never been brave enough to try other stuff. You have to choose it, and you can't choose something without trying the alternatives.
Aaand we're done. I'm still figuring out the right balance between acting like I enjoyed it and acting like I'm not acting; I really want him to be able to relax for a little bit after he's shot his load. Judging by the look on his face I still haven't quite figured it out. Oh well, I'll keep working on it. He pulls out, I pull my pants up, he disposes of the disposables and, just as planned, I leave the office before he does. He even gives me a wink and a pat on the ass on my way out. Nothing condescending, just his way of showing his appreciation for a job well done.
We don't hang around to chat, we'll catch up later in the week. Forty-five minutes since I arrived. One of the longer sessions, actually. I've got the whole evening ahead of me, money in my wallet, and since these sessions don't really require much on my part, there's no problem if I've got another client or two scheduled afterward.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, I'll just hit the books, have dinner with dad and get some sleep. There's nothing at all wrong with that, and that's something I learned from Mr. Carlisle. You don't lose out on life by doing ordinary stuff or fulfilling obligations, you don't miss out on intense life experiences by being an ordinary student. As long as you know what you do, and why you do it.
Some days that means I sell my tail because I like it and I make good money. Today, it means I finish up my homework, because I have a history assignment due tomorrow.
*Story by yours truly; artwork is by [Lumi.](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lumi) If you'd like to drop him a line, you can do [here](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9260508)!* |
These Things Happen by Barghest | Well, I posed this story awhile back but, I guess it needed some work. So instead of just editing I pulled it off the site to work on it a bit.I realy like this story and rly want to hear what you think so please comment, good or bad. THANKS!^^ The noise of the motor droned along the dark road. The | [
"Bizarre",
"Character Development",
"Light Bondage",
"M/F",
"Plot Development"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97532-these-things-happen | Well, I posed this story awhile back but, I guess it needed some work. So instead of just editing I pulled it off the site to work on it a bit.I realy like this story and rly want to hear what you think so please comment, good or bad. THANKS!^^
The noise of the motor droned along the dark road. The sky was lit only so slightly. Two lanes of trees stand on either side. There twisted and mangled limbs hung over the patch of gravel in a creepy grabbing gesture. Steve and Kate were on an a date, there fifth one, and Steve felt confident he'd get some.
"How'd you like the movie?" He asked.
"I loved it!" Kate answered.
They began to talk about different scenes and parts. About how the popcorn was bad and the people were snobby. All Steve really cared about was the tonsil hockey they had played, he could actually care less about the movie itself. He eyed Kate over. She was a gorgeous bunny. A fur who didn't know her would think she wasn't a virgin but, she was home schooled and besides her brother knew no other boy. Steve had met her at a church event earlier that month and asked her on a date.
Steve was a fox, which was very unfamiliar to Kate, She had only known so many furs and foxes went in that category. She found him exotic, so skinny and sexy. His orange fur lining every inch of his body to his white belly that usually stuck out of a button up shirt. She was nervous about kissing him the first night but, ever sense then it was always easier and more exciting. She had no intention of liking him so much when they first started dating but, now it was all she could do to keep from pouncing him.
There conversation turned to school next year and then to people in school. Steve didn't grow tired of hearing everything she had to say. He looked at her to say something when she screamed. LOOK OUT! The car swerved around a figure that stood in the road. Steve kept it as long as he could but lost control and spun into a tree on his side. Steve looked at the branch it the window and shivered. What could have sneaked up so fast? It wasn't normal for sure. He shook slightly as he looked to the right of him.
"Are you OK?" he asked hesitantly to his beautiful bunny.
"Yeah I think so." She answered, rubbing her head.
They exited the car and walked onto the road. Steve walked over to Kate and looked at her head. The smell of his musk wafted to her little nose as he got closer and, all at once she became aroused and stared at him, almost drooling. . Steve wiped out his phone in frustration to call triple A. But, as he dialed, he noticed that his signal was weak and battery was almost dead.
"Go fuck'in figure." He said with the slap of the phone closing. "You got a cell phone honey?" Kate snapped back to reality and responded with a couple of pats to her person.
"Oh no, I left it at home." She kicked the dirt in frustration.
The cinema was about twenty five minutes away from town and Steve didn't know all the way. He did however remember the house on this road. It was the only one for about ten miles and it was close enough to walk to.
"So we have to walk to the house down the road." Steve stated
"The creepy murder house?" Kate asked with a snicker.
"Yes, They might have a phone." Steve answered with a reassuring smile.
Kate wasn't sure about all this but, that musk. Shed do anything to stay with that musk. They headed out, forgetting the mysterious figure as they headed towards the house. Kate shivered. Steve seized the moment and wrapped his shirt and arm around her. The light of day drifted out as the moon began to take its place. After about a yard and a half of walking they reached the driveway.
The house was an erie manor. A cliché' reminder that these houses still existed and seemed to attract disabled motorist. The gravel driveway lead to the slightly lit house. The grass neatly manicured and the edges of the driveway well lit. Maybe this wasn't a murder house, maybe it was just a normal place. Steve paid little mind. He looked down at his girl, she didn't notice him looking at her chest and he stared at her luscious c-cups. His eyes shot forward as she looked towards his direction. No matter the door was here anyway.
Steve grasped the knocker and swung it to hit the door. The aged metal made a clank as it struck the contrasting metal. Steve stood back in anticipation of someone answering the beckoning. Not to soon after, did a large bear open the door.
"May I help you?" He questioned.
"Yea." Steve answered quickly. "We had an accident down the road and..." The bear raised a paw.
"Say no more." He waved. "The madam was expecting you."
Steve looked to Kate and shrugged with her. Then he turned back.
"Expected...?" Steve began to question.
The bears seemed to glare. But waved them in as he headed inside. Steve and Kate followed intently as to not seem as if they were wandering. Steve and Kate had no sooner crossed over the threshold then did the door close itself. They shot back in a double take at this mysterious act. Kate drew closer to Steve.
"OK so we use the phone and leave right?" She asked.
"Yeah." Steve answered. "A.S.A.F.P" He smiled at her. She stayed close but eased off his chest in reassurance.
"Now lets go before Mr. Bearingstien mauls us." Steve whispered in her ear. She giggled and obliged as she eased off of his chest completely. The large bear led them into a large sitting room were an old cat sat. Her hair was a grayish white and emphasized the bifocals on her long nose.
"Madam, These furs are in need of a telephone and this one requires a scotch." The bear servant pointed out to the aged cat. Steve jaw dropped, astonished. Kate looked at him, becoming uneasy yet, for some reason or another remained horney through the whole mess they had created.
"Oh yes, please show the young lady to the phone and this young man to the liquor cabinet." A whithered voice replied to the bear. "Thank you Ramsey that will be all for now."
The bear nodded as he pointed his paws in a sweeping gesture to and enormous cabinet filled with an assortment of various liquors in various bottles. Steve swallowed hard.
"Maybe I should accompany her to..." He began and was then cut off.
"Oh no need, she'll be fine, please pour yourself a drink and join me at the fireplace." The old hag had every intention to split up the couple.
He frowned at his beauty and shrugged. She smiled, reassuring Steve that it would be OK. Steve smiled back. She followed the bear down a hallway and turned into a room. Steve poured a drink and walked carefully to a chair to accompany the lady. He sat down gently.
"So a bit of car trouble?" She asked, stirring up some conversation.
Steve sipped quietly from the glass. "Yea, some maniac tried to cross the street at night can you believe that?"
"Oh really?" She asked in a peculiar way, as if this was a common accurate.
"Yeah." Steve said slowly in a bit of confusion. "And I would of hit the guy but, I swerved at the last minute and crashed into a tree."
"Well these things happen dear, no need to fret over a little accident."
Steve nodded then took a deep drink of the liquor. It burned as it traced down the back of his thought. He looked at the fire, then glanced at the picture that hang over the mantle. It was a gorgeous cat, laying on the back of a couch. She wore a skimpy leather outfit, almost s&m looking. A very peculiar picture for an old women to have.
"That was my dear mother." She stated, breaking the silence that Steve was unaware of.
"Wow she looks so young." Steve replied in astonishment.
"Well she was not even thirty when I was born."
"Oh, well does she live with you?"
"Oh dear, she passed while giving birth."
"I'm so sorry."
"That was indeed a very long time ago, she was a hooker you know."
"Im sorry?"
"Oh not at all dear, I do believe that she has looked over me over the years steering me away from her path and, I still believe that that young lady still watches me to this day."
Steve continued to stare at the picture. Why would she hang her picture he drew another drink as he raised his glass to his muzzle. Nothing. He shuttered, not thinking he had drank so fast. He set the glass down. The beautiful cat began to plague his mind. He shook his head as he began to see himself having his way with this cat. He grew very aroused and crossed his legs as his cock stiffened.
"I need to go to the rest room." He stated, going crazy with lust.
"Of course darling, Its down that hall to the right."
Steve marveled at the amount of halls in this house but, neglected the thought as he walked hastingly to the bathroom. The door swung open and closed as he stepped into the large bathroom. He locked the door and stumbled to the sink. He looked at his eyes witch were dilated. Yet, he felt fine. What the hell had come over him?
\* \* \*
Kate walked down the hall to the room where her love had sat with the old lady. Her hart sank when she returned to see him missing. She covered her mouth as she stepped back.
"Oh dear, please don't be frightened, he just when to the lavatory." The old crown said "Please sit." Kate did as she was told. She came to rest with a slight creak in the chair across for the madam.
"We had a nice chat about my mother up there." The madam said as she pointed above the fire.
"Shes beautiful." Kate admired
"Yes..." The madam agreed and paused to take a breath. "Yes she was..."
\* \* \*
Steve staggered a little as he found his way to the toilet and sat. Both of his paws holding up his head. Then, all at once she was gone from his head. Steve breathed deeply and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he almost screamed. She was right in front of him. The same cat, the same clothes. His eyes teared in fright, He breathed even deeper and harder as she spoke.
"Hmmmmm, puppy looks scared..." she said seductively as she traced his muzzle with her claw gently. It left a warm and tingly feeling wherever it went. "Well, maybe a little tickle will set him right..."
He swallowed hard once again asher claw left his muzzle and drifted down to his chest. Her voice was young sounding and normal, with a bit of a Romanian accent. He perked his ears to ever touch she dished out. Her finger drifted from his chest to his tummy, and from there to the button of his pants. She stopped and looked up at him. His head was tilted back in anticipation of the upcoming feeling. She giggled softly and stood up and moved in to startle his lap. He locked eyes with her.
"I've got a better idea." She said with a devilish smile. She rubbed her finely toned ass up and down his lap, stroking his already rock hard shaft. He clenched his teeth to the intensity and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the room was filling with smoke behind the mistress that purred madly. Through the erie mist came several other cats. They all look similar but, none as hot as the kitty on his lap. Three cats circled him. The hot to trot mistress slid down Steve's leg as she unmounted him. Her head came to rest on his thigh.
"Please meet the girls, they have been waiting for you." She seemed to whisper as the girls began to run there paws over Steve body. He squirmed to the sensation as it flowed under his skin, almost static. The mistress ran her paws up Steve's thighs to his hips. Her head drew closer to his crotch as she pulled softly. Her tongue licked up his zipper to the button. Steve gripped the adjacent shower curtain and clenched it hard in his paw.
Steve felt his over shirt fly off and his paws lifted to one of the girls chest. He played with her for a bit until he remembered the craziness of it all. He considered running out but, no he couldn't stop now, not if he had too. He pulled the cat in close and sucked on her nipple as he continued to play with the other. While he circled her nipple with his tongue, One of the other girls came to his side and kissed at the nape of his neck. He quivered to the introduction of another tongue and almost came to the firth that joined the mistress, they kissed heavenly around his cock. .
\* \* \*
The grandfather clock rang loudly as the Kate and the old feline talked comfortably. There conversation broke into silence for a moment until Kate questioned.
"Maybe I should check on Steve huh?"
The cat shut her eyes and bit her lip. Kate's head tilted in curiosity but, before she could say anything she opened her eyes and shook her head slowly.
"Yes, hes ready."
"Excuse me?" Kate asked to this very odd comment.
"Oh dear, I mean its about time to check on him, he's ready." The old lady said, covering her tracks. Kate rose to her feet and walked own the hallway towards the bathroom.
\* \* \*
Steve continued to clench his teeth as precum soaked his boxers. All of the cats now licked vigorously on his cock. He closed his eyes once again, feeling his climax approaching when all of a sudden, a paw reached to his knot and squeezed it. Steve's eyes shot open to see the mistress, alone in the fog, ending the pleasure. He made a sad face to her. She brought a finger to her lips. He shifted to the furiosity of his hard on.
All at once a knock at the door pierced the silence of the porcine palace. The mistress disappeared in a cloud of smoke as Kate cracked the door open to see Steve panting on the toilet. Sweat matted down the fur on his muzzle. She looked questionable at him as she walked in and shut the door behind her. Steve watched his girl stroll in, her swagger, her body, Steve's loins almost melted as he stood to meet her. She opened her mouth to ask if he was OK but, he stopped her with a powerful kiss. His tongue rummaged through her mouth furiously. Kate Almost pulled back to the unannounced violation but, the musk. Instantly the fire that blazed in Steve caught up in Kate. She kissed back
Steve lie Kate on the floor gently. He never broke there kiss. Until he migrated down to her neck. Kate giggled to the tickle of his whiskers as he continued to he tits. He lifted his head and removed her shirt over hers. He gaped at her luscious uncovered body for a moment as she squirmed in the ecstasy of the moment. He smiled devilishly and buried his nose in her chest. Kate let out a small moan as she grew wetter and wetter. Steve continued and kissed down her stomach to the line of her pants.
\* \* \*
Steve licked at the lips of his lovers awaiting sex as she stretched her paws in stimulation. She moaned a little louder and panted a little harder to every wet drag of Steve's long, flat tongue. He playfully slopped at her clit and she gave an excited yelp followed by a little moan. Steve was still practicably mad from the earlier events and couldn't control himself. He was still raging and, thought he'd explode.
Kate Pulled Steve's head up from her nethers and planted it between her tits.
"I don't know what got into." She said, "But baby I love it."
Steve smiled at her after lifting his head. Kate smiled back and pushed him down with dominance. She sat on his raging dick and moved her hips slightly.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked with an unexperienced tone."I don't know if I'm doing this right."
Steve smiled "Honey, you couldn't do wrong if you tried." he said with a reassuring tone. Kate continued to ride him.
She bent her back so that her face meet his and kissed him. There tongues wrestling in sync with the rhythmic like movements of Kate's pelvis. Then, she followed Steve's example as she kissed down his riseing and receding chest down to his zipper and unzipped it with her teeth. His member nearly flew out to the released pressure. Steve sighed in relief and pleasure. Kate took the throbbing shaft and stroked it gently with her paws.
Steve moaned a little as those strokes picked up pace faster and faster. Until they stopped and instead a warm, wet summit of saliva plummeted on his head. This sensation sent him ma. Her tongue stayed still out of inexperience but the head motions were there. Steve gasped, a first for him relay. Maybe it was the earlier events but, he'd never lasted this long. He shrugged, not minding in the least but and, breathed heavy as Kate's tongue began to fidget, lapping at his cock in the vacuum of the act.
Steve panted as Kate licked up the pre cum that almost gushed in her mouth. He lifted her up, she made a pop as his member slid out of her lips grasp. Steve quivered and smiled. He lie Kate down on her back once again. He played with her long ears, rising a giggle from her.
"Are you ready baby?" Steve asked nicely as he picked up Kate's legs.
"For a long time now."She answered in a rushed fashion
Kate licked her lips in anticipation for her first time. Steve angled his hips and then drove home. Kate almost screamed to his cock. Steve tilted his head back. He began to trust as his upper thighs slapped against her ass. Steve gridded his teeth as he returned to the near climax he was at earlier. Kate joined him in the pre-climactic moans and pants as Steve rubbed her thighs.
Kate pulled down her long ears and bit her lip as she bucked her hips. Steve shook his head and never let up the pounding. Steve felt his climax approaching and lowed a little. Kate grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
"Please baby, don't slow down, I'm almost there." She said under her weathered breath.
Steve complied as he pumped insanely. His cock tingled. Kate Bucked her hips even more madly. She bit her lip a little harder, muffling a scream of ecstasy. Steve's eyes rolled back as he let out a deep, grunt like moan. Kate widened the digits on her paw and let her head fall back along with her ears. A deep sigh followed a long moan. Steve fell down to her side and wrapped his arm around her.
"Oh, you don't know how much I needed that." Steve said, almost regretting his word choice.
"Same here puppy," She agreed as she rubbed his head and gave him a brief kiss. "Same here."
\* \* \*
Kate fixed her hair in the mirror as Steve pulled up and zipped his pants. He sat on the toilet again and watched his girl primp. He made a kissy noise and she looked back.
"You're a naughty dog." She stated seductively
"Oh yeah I am babe." Steve agreed.
They both walked down the hallway to the sitting room. But, when they arrived the old cat was gone. They looked around for a moment until the bear entered the room.
"Your tow is awaiting your arrival." He said, hands clasped in front of him.
"Ah thank you mister?...." Steve asked. The bear just gestured to the door.
They wanted to thank the old women but, the bear had made it seem like she was non existant. Steve took Kate's hand as he walked her towards the door. Before he crossed the threshold, he turned to thank the bear but, the bear shut the door easily and quietly. Steve and Kate turned to the truck in the driveway.
"I wonder what happened to that old lady." Kate question as they walked towards the awaiting tow.
"Yeah she was nice." Steve paused. "And so very familiar."
They both found a seat in the cab of the truck and both greeted the driver. An old hound that wore a baseball cap and, work clothes.
"You two sure are in the middle 'o nowhere." He stated.
The whole ride after that was silence. Kate and Steve stared into each others eyes. Steve smiled and took her paw in his. Kate smiled back.
\* \* \*
It wasn't long after the crash before Kate and Steve went on another date. Steve car still damaged, but running. But, now he sat at home, eating in his kitchen. He sat on a stool and chewed and thought about Kate. He almost drooled to the thought of her body. He jumped when his Dad dropped a paw on his shoulder.
"Hey, what was the place you said you called the Tow truck from?" He asked in a belated concern.
"That manor looking house on fifth?" He answered.
"And you said an old lady lived there?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I went over there and its just an old run down house."
Steve tilted his head.
"Yeah its just an abandoned house, I went to thank that lady but she was gone, in fact, I called the sheriff and he told me that the place was abandoned years ago, a brothel of some sort, and the lady who ran it died very young."
"Like a romanian lady?" Steve questioned in a scared voice
"Yeah..."
Steve's blood ran cold. That old lady, she lied, It was her the whole time. He couldnt be too mad given the events that took place that night but, still... what the hell?
"That... thats not right." He said after thinking it over.
"Is it all a misunderstanding? Or are you fucking lieing to me again?" His father continued
"Well," Steve began to answer,not realy knowing his way out of this one but not realy caring "You know all of it, I cant explain it or even prove it, I mean, I guess these things happen." |
Talking Business by Jaffah | The Tiger Club Talking Business Arctic Ikume was not a happy woman. She walked down the corridor to her office with an angry scowl on her pretty face. How dare they. She thought and clenched her fists tight. Her Law Firm was doing well up until two important clients decided to cancel their accounts | [
"M/M/F",
"Office",
"Threesome",
"Tiger",
"Tiger Club",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/248828-talking-business | The Tiger Club
Talking Business
Arctic Ikume was not a happy woman.
She walked down the corridor to her office with an angry scowl on her pretty face.
How dare they. She thought and clenched her fists tight.
Her Law Firm was doing well up until two important clients decided to cancel their accounts and sign up with a rival firm. Not only was it an annoyance to her business it was an annoyance to her as she was the one who signed them in the first place.
"Probably not getting enough tail." She mumbled angrily as she entered her office where her secretary waited with a clipboard. The white bunny looking anxious at the wolfs expression.
"There you are Arctic. Where have you been? There's someone waiting to see you." She quickly said while touching up Arctic's look to make her appear less ... angry.
"Sorry Alice. I was having some angry words with the partners and ... Someone wants to see me?" The wolf paused as she caught up on the conversation. "Who?"
"Zachariah Smith," the rabbit replied with a smile and handing the clipboard to Arctic. "Looking for legal representation for a series of nightclubs. Could be good after..." she trailed off. "Well you know."
Arctic sighed and skimmed over the information.
"Yeah, I could use some good news. That or a good hard f-"
"You never know." Arctic's secretary giggled and began to herd the wolf into her office before closing the door and returning to her desk.
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Arctic was surprised by the rabbit's behaviour and was almost shoved into her office to see a large red tiger sitting comfortably on the couch that sat against one wall. A second black tiger sat next to him having quiet words with the bigger feline until the wolf entered, both tigers rising to greet her.
"Miss Ikume? I am Zachariah Smith," the red tiger held out a hand. "And this is my associate Stephan Weaver. I hope we haven't come at a bad time?"
Arctic shook both men's hands and couldn't help look them over. Both seem to fill out their suits rather nicely and she suddenly understood why Alice acted the way she did. The bunny obviously seeing some possibility for the felines for some future liaison.
"Not at all Zachariah. Things are a little up and down at the moment but we are always happy to discuss business wit potential clients." The pretty lawyer replied with a smile. "Please take a seat."
The tigers returned to the couch while Arctic leaned against her desk and looked over the information her secretary had collected.
"Says here you a decent sized club that facilitates drinking, dancing as well as adult entertainment." She frowned a little at the last one. "You are also looking to expand to different locations as well." Arctic set aside the clipboard and looked up. "Tell me what sort of "adult entertainment" do you do Mr Smith?"
"Exotic dancing as well as professional strip shows along with fantasy themed rooms." The red tiger replied, easing back to get comfortable as he spoke.
"Kind of like a brothel then?"
The two tigers exchanged glances before Zachariah tapped his chin in thought.
"Not quite a brothel Miss Ikume but something more."
"More?" Arctic raised a brow inquisitively.
"It's hard to explain fully but we have prepared a demonstration that will help."
"Very well," the wolfess sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I hope it won't take too long though..."
"You seem to be under some stress my dear, perhaps you should relax."
Arctic jumped a little as the red tiger seemed to be standing right in front of her. The lawyer not having seen or heard him move his associate was still sitting on the couch watching with some interest.
"M-Mr Smith?" She whispered as the male lifted a hand and caressed her cheek gently. A light blush coming to the woman's face as she seemed conflicted as to what to do. Part of her wanted to point out that this behaviour wasn't the proper way to conduct business and yet another part found his touch pleasant to the point where she wanted more.
As the wolf's thoughts were whirling around her head, Zachariah's hand slid to hook the femme's neck to pull her forward, their lips coming together in a heated kiss. Arctic's eyes went wide at the move, her hands coming up to the tiger's chest in a halfhearted attempt to push him away.
The red tiger pushed forward and eased the wolf back onto her desk; the woman wanted to complain but as her mouth opened the feline slipped his tongue in to kiss her deeply. The female's hands now caressing and rubbing Zachariah's chest more with affection than rejection, a strong hand moving down the wolf's neck and over her heaving bosom.
Th-this is wrong ... isn't it? Arctic tried to struggle with her thoughts but the tiger's kissing and caressing was stirring good feeling within her, ones that was brushing aside the stress and anxiety of losing her accounts to rivals.
Arctic gasped in the passionate kiss as she felt someone rub her legs, the wolf now laying on her back as the red tiger pinned her down. The woman realizing Mr Smith's associate, Stephan, had come over to join in the molestation as well. The black tiger moving to open the wolf's trembling legs as Zachariah climbed onto the desk to continue the deep kiss.
For a moment the wolf's lips were free and she managed to say "What are you-?" before she was smothered again with another hot kiss, the tiger's fingers were now popping buttons open on Arctic's jacket and blouse. Cool air reaching the white fur underneath as her lacy black bra was exposed to the man's questing touch while lower the black feline was now kneeling and licking up her legs.
Her heart beat faster as Arctic felt her skirt was being slid up, her folds were starting to moisten under the treatment she enduring and the rasping tongue moving up he inner thighs was making her lift and rock her hips. A soft click and the front clasp of her bra was released and her impressive breasts popped free into Zachariah's groping hand, his fingers closing on her aching nipples to tweak and tease her.
"Oh yes." Arctic moaned as the red tiger moved from her lips and down to her breasts, his hungry mouth engulfing and suckling her nubs as the wolf's hands started tearing buttons from Zachariah's shirt, her hand rubbing his chest underneath. Stephan had exposed the lawyer's crotch and was now teasing her nether lips with slow licks across her now damp panties, the wolf squirming and bucking her hips.
A hot tongue lashed over her folds as her wet underwear was peeled away from her hip, the black feline pressing to her sex and lapping the juice that was flowing from her quivering cunt. Zachariah smiling as he loomed over the pinned lawyer as her hand slid lower over the red tigers body to find and caress the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Such a sexy young girl." The red feline chuckled and nipped lightly at the wolf's jiggling bosoms, her fingers unzipping Zach's trousers and freeing his hard length.
A heavy blush falling across Arctic's face and chest as her hand gripped her future client's cock and began to stroke it slowly, her mind full of lustful things as her blue eyes were locked on the felines girth. His friend had wrapped his arms around the wolf's hips and plunged his tongue into the woman's juicy pussy again and again, a strong climax building in her lions, threatening to drive her mad with passion until without a word both tigers pulled away, leaving Arctic panting and in need of more.
"N-no..." The female wolf groaned softly as she was pulled upright, Zachariah once more standing before her now naked and helping her out of her clothing as Stephan stood back, the red tiger hooking a finger through the ring on the collar she was now wearing. It was something Arctic didn't seem to dwell upon as she slid off the desk and allowed the big tiger to lead her over to the couch. The female licking her lips as she glanced down to the male's rigid member.
"Time to relax and enjoy." Zachariah smiled as he sat on the couch and pulled Arctic onto his lap, the wolf straddling his legs and moving close to trap and rub his had cock between their bodies. This drew a lusty growl from the tiger and he gripped her firm rear to lift her enough so he could impale the sexy femme. Both he and Arctic gasped and moaned as she sank down on the feline's aching cock.
"This is more like it." Arctic sighed happily and leaned against the tiger, she buried her face into his neck and inhaled his scent as her hips rocked and her pussy got use to his length.
"Not done yet you naughty puppy."
Arctic shivered as a second set of hands stroked down her back and rubbed her tail base; a quick glance over her shoulder confirmed her guess that Stephan was still interested in the fun as well. The black tiger now naked and sporting a hard erection as well. The wolf shook out her long blue hair before shifting and lifting her tail to invite the second man to the party as well.
"Slut is hungry for a good fuck, yes?" Zachariah's voice reached her ears and she looked into his golden eyes, a sly smile crossing Arctic's lips as she lifted her hips up.
"I so need this right now."
Zachariah grinned and spread the wolfess' cheeks as Stephan moved in behind her, but instead of aiming for her offered anus the black tiger moved in lower, looking to enter her all ready full pussy.
"W-wait...ahhhhhhhhh!" The woman tried to resist but was held firmly as the tow tigers started to push into her sex together. Arctic's eyes going wide as the feline's cocks spread her inner walls wider than she had experienced before. Both Zachariah and Stephan grunting as they pushed in, filling the wolf to the brim with their cocks.
"You're right, you do need this." The red tiger whispered into the panting girl's ear and slowly rocked under her as his associate rocked back and forth above her. The pair fucking Arctic's tight cunt with their pricks, her slick passage clamping tight as she tried to move against them, fucking back as best she could.
The office was filled with hot groans as the threesome withed and bucked as one. Lewd slurps echoing off the walls as the lawyers dripping snatch was screwed hard by the two horny tigers. Arctic panted and cried out as the dual tiger cocks drove in faster and harder, the building climax returning with a passion as her insides where spread and hot pre spurted in.
"God yes, fuck me. FUCK ME HARD!" The wolf squealed in bliss as her, she didn't care if her secretary heard. All that matter was the two tiger cocks that were pumping her lewdly spread pussy. And fuck her the men did.
The two felines laboured as Arctic squirmed between them, their lengths sliding faster in and out her until both roared out in lust, slamming in deep and cumming hard. The sudden explosion of two hot loads of seed sent the wolf over the edge, her back arching as she let off a long howl of delight. Her pussy flooding as the twin loads of tiger cream gushed into her, filling her convulsing passage and pooling in her womb.
For several minutes the trio moaned, panted and grinded together, the felines doing what they could in order to fill Arctic's needy pussy and the wolf rocked her hips to milk the tiger's lengths of their seed. The three then slumping down together tired and exhausted.
"That was amazing."
"Miss Ikume?"
"Hmmmm?" Arctic looked up with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
The lawyer had to blink several times and take a second look around the office. Zachariah and Stephan were sitting on the couch still very much dressed, Arctic herself was also still clothed and leaning against her desk where she was before. The only difference the wolf noticed was her loins were aflame and her panties were wet.
"What ... was that?" She asked breathlessly, looking from one tiger to the other.
"That," Zachariah said rising to his feet. "Was a fantasy brought about by repressed feeling and stress."
The red tiger walked over to Arctic and casually straightened some errant hair the wolf had after her experience.
"The Fantasy rooms, allow people to fulfil certain needs in a safe, secure environment. It's also good for relieving stress." the feline smiled.
"So... so I see." The Lawyer took a deep breath and smelled a mixed arousal in the air; she looked up into the tiger's eyes and smiled.
"Well I think we can help you Mr Smith," the wolf smiled and trailed a finger over his chest. "But I think we should go somewhere so we can discuss things some more."
Zachariah returned the woman's smile and offered an arm.
"It just so happens I know a place we can go."
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Arctic (C) her player; Zachariah Smith, Stephan Weaver (C) Jaffah; story (C) Jaffah 2011
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Silken thread by Irick | #2 of The story of a Mouse - "Slung over a screen, a dress of silk and gauze. The autumn wind." -Taniguchi Buson Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state. He looked over at Kiku "I never... thanked you for..." | [
"Character Development",
"Feline",
"Feudal Japan",
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Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state.
He looked over at Kiku "I never... thanked you for..."
She cut him off
"You were deceived, the man had no honor. Thanks are not necessary, I was simply pruning out the weeds."
She turned her head to him and tilted it slightly to the left. He blushed and nodded softly, he looked down at the ground between them, focusing on a particular leave with a hole very close to the center in it, mumbling
"Well... thank you anyway."
She hmmed softly and flicked her tail over the ground of the clearing,
"You are not from around here, are you?" she asked.
Haru shook his head
"No, I'm just a wanderer."
The leopardess nodded, though she seemed intrigued by this fact.
"I wonder, how did a wandering mouse find himself challenged to a duel?" she asked.
Her words had a certain grace to them, though at times they came so fast Haru could barely register them in time for the next one. Haru looked distant
"I saw him cut down someone, just because he could, and i called him a bloodthirsty fool. He challenged me to a duel and I rashly accepted."
He glared at the tree in front of him as if it had been his mortal enemy
"If that coward would have fought me fairly it would have been \_my\_ blade that claimed his head."
She blinked, slightly startled by his sudden intensity.
There was a moment of silence, the wind shifted direction and blew Kiku's floral sent at Haru. She giggled softly
"You are so strange."
He blinked and twitched his nose,
"How so?" he asked.
She just smiled and flicked her tail before turning towards the trees. He waited for a couple of moments, then sighed and turned to look at the woods.
He watched a leaf, jostled by the wind, come free of a tree's branches and waft out of the shade into the sunlight. After a short trip it landed next to a red chrysanthemum in the clearing. Kiku spoke up
"Your shoulder will take a while to heal."
She turned her head to look at him
"I can not afford to wait too long in one place."
He nodded.
"I suspect" she continued, "that as a wanderer, you have no destination?"
She tilted her head slightly as if to punctuate the question. He nodded again, beginning to wonder where she was leading this.
"Then I'll give you a choice" she said "You can come with me on my journey, or i will only lead you to the town, after that you fend for yourself."
She flicked her tail and waited for an answer. The wind died down.
Haru looked at the leopardess. She had been nice to him, and as of recently his life had been lacking a sense of purpose. Her eyes studied him, they were not frightening to him now, just curious.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
She smiled brightly
"Ahhh, but that is the question!" a soft giggle "mmmm, it's a secret."
She winked at him. Haru giggled softly and smiled
"It seems curiosity may get the best of me."
He looked up at the patch of sky observable through the clearing of for a moment before closing his eyes.
The wind picked up again and he opened his eyes. He looked back at Kiku.
"I think..." he said, "I'd like to go with you."
He nodded softly. She smiled and stood up
"Wonderful. We will head out tomorrow." She giggled softly "It will be nice having company."
He smiled and stood up himself
"It should be fun."
She flicked her tail, then rushed past him, grabbing his wrist, a black blur against the green and brown of the woods behind her.
"Come with me, we should prepare."
He squeaked as she jerked him to a start, his eye caught the leaf and flower. The wind was pulling on the leaf, but a single silk thread held it in place. He blinked at the sight before meeping as the clearing disappeared in a blur of brown and green.
\*\*\*
They returned to their camp. Kiku finally let go of Haru's wrist and slowed to a walk in a fluid motion. Haru, on the other-hand, made a jerky stop as he skid across the leaf covered ground. She giggled at him and flicked her tail before pushing aside the bed of leaves to reveal his hakama°2 and sword. The cloth that had served as his pillow last night turned out to be the remnants of his ruined shirt, bloodied and torn from the arrow wound. He frowned at the shirt, he would need to get a new one, and he had little money as it was. Kiku head-tilted at his frown and seamed almost to read his mind
"When we reach the next city, I'll get you a more suiting wardrobe."
He blinked and looked up at her
"Why?"
She giggled softly
"Well, if you are too accompany me on my journey, you must look acceptable."
He frowned softly, he did not think that something as simple as that would account for the amount of money she would need to buy him an entirely new set of clothing. He blinked, then looked at her again. Perhaps she was wealthier then he thought...
He nodded to her and kneeled down to pick up the clothing. She watched him curiously, her tail swishing against the leaves behind her. He stood up with his clothing carefully folded and sword laying across it, he looked at her and smiled softly. She giggled
"You are so strange."
He twitched his ears and nodded
"You keep telling me that."
She smiled
"That is because it is true."
He head-tilted in a slight mock of her own
"How so?"
She just giggled and walked away with her tail swishing behind her, leaving him to dress.
He sighed, she always avoided answering that question. He bowed to his sword and sat it on the leaf covered ground, He watched the reflection of the swaying branches above in the lacquered wood that made up it's sheath. After a few moments of this, he picked up the carefully folded Hakama, unfolded it, and stepped through the right leg. He thought she seemed so composed, but her playfulness surfaced sometimes in conversation, she kept playing with his mind. He poked his tail through the v-shaped opening cut into the the stiffer back panel of his Hakama as his right leg found its place in the flowing garment. She called him strange, but in his mind \_she\_ was the strange one. He began tying the first two of the four securing straps, around his back and back over to his front. He pulled the straps tight before tying them in a simple knot and tucking the ends back into the length he just secured around him. She was a strange one alright, wealthy, a woman, a predator of all things, but she had stopped to help him, a strange mouse in an unfair fight. His Paws found the last two straps and he brought them to his front, crisscrossed them, pulled them tight, and knotted them together. Instead of tucking the ends under like the previous straps, he folded one of the straps over itself until it reached the knot he has just tied, then he wrapped the other length over the knot and folded up strap until it made a kind of square bow.
He nodded at his work, then knelt before his sword, bowed low, and picked it up to put it through his cloth belt. As he was tucking the line from the sword's sheath under he noticed a fray at one of the ends of his Hakama's straps. He pulled at it until a single silk thread found itself separated from the rest. He frowned at the wear and placed the silk thread down on a leaf. then he stood, adjusted the bandage around his wounded shoulder, picked up the ruined shirt, and left the camp. leaving nothing behind except for that single silk thread.
°2 a Hakama is a Japanese garment. I can not think of an english equivalent to the way it looks. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakama](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakama) |
SPQR Chapter 7 by Darryl the Lightfur | No sooner had Martellus Lisenius entered the Senate than a feeling of dread encompassed him. The wolf looked out across the seats and saw other Senators who had just been sworn in (elections were out of the question, one of the new "reforms" the new Emperor had passed) since the Senate last | [
"Abduction",
"Authority",
"Evil",
"Harsh",
"Series",
"Suicide",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97533-spqr-chapter-7 | No sooner had Martellus Lisenius entered the Senate than a feeling of dread encompassed him. The wolf looked out across the seats and saw other Senators who had just been sworn in (elections were out of the question, one of the new "reforms" the new Emperor had passed) since the Senate last convened. In reality, many of the old Senators who believed in the Senate's power over the Emperor (known as Republicans) had left, either fleeing from Domitian's wrath or they had been exiled by the Emperor himself. And those were the ones blessed by the gods. Many had been thrown in prison, and some of the leopard's harshest critics had paid the ultimate price for their unwillingness to submit to the Emperor's requests. In their place sat the Imperialists, loyal to Domitian, their loyalty purchased by bribes of land and money.
All eyes were focused on the Senator who had brought his gladius from home, covered in a cloak. The wolf knew exactly what he was going to do with that weapon- right when the Emperor walked. A quick assassination to the end this power-hungry monarch's reign and very soon, he would send Rome to enlightened rule as had been the case when he was elected decades ago. Age had taken some of the quickness out of his paws but he would accomplish this task and become himself the new Emperor of a city he would restore to its former grace.
"Guards, cease that wolf. I know he comes at me with the most evil and blood-red intentions." It was the voice of the Emperor who had entered from the back entrance. There was absolutely no way anyone could have known- and yet the evil leopard had somehow learned. His eyes pointed directly towards the wolf, now viciously tackled and disarmed by the strong centurions serving as Domitian's bodyguards. "My boy, there was always somebody willing to reveal your secret. With the right leverage, I can make people do anything I want. But before these soldiers take you away to the dungeons, tell me why you did this to your lord and god. Let him speak before his death!"
The wolf's eyes seethed with righteous anger, his teeth razor sharp were bared in a sign of hatred. "I needed to end this madness that you have brought about. Is it not ironic that you, masquerading as some divine god amongst us mortals, stand not for justice and peace but that you stand for wickedness and murder? You are evil!"
The Emperor's feigned outrage came as a surprise to no one, as he stared at his victim, looking for any sign of weakness. The Romans had lived in fear of the "mal oculi", the evil eye and this is exactly what the Emperor was doing with to the wolf. Martellus, a seasoned warrior on the fields of Thracia and Judea had stared down enemies before but he knew that the leopard he was looking at was more intimidating and powerful and dangerous than anyone he had ever seen. "Evil. Evil is merely a perspective which no longer concerns me or anyone else on this Senate. Morality is an abstract concept that the philosophers can formulate while their rulers go about bringing prosperity for the nation, by any means necessary. I am a god- my will is divine and good for the people. And here you stand trying to oppose me. You are the evil one."
The other Seantors were now giving the wolf looks of cold dismissal- all were either Imperialists or afraid of looking insubordinate around such an evil ruler. Martellus was all alone in his fight against this unjust Emperor. "What of your father, Vespasian who did not seek worship or your brother Titus who sought the advice of trusted aides? Why are you not more like them?"
"It is simple. Our city rose to prominence by discarding the weak. Other nations were weak so we took their land. There is no room in Rome for compassion, or for anyone who shows compassion. My brother and father thought otherwise, always looking out for the weaker ones and nature in her curelty disposed of them. The world is harsh and unforgiving, so that must be our nature if we are to succeed." Never had the wolf heard such blasphemies against the customs and values of his people before, not even in his tenure in the army in places where the Empire was hated. And yet such arrogant and foolish talk was coming from the one who should have known everything about Rome.
"It is a shame you will not live to see the limitless expansion of our Empire to the ends of the world. This nation will rule all the others, it is our divine right to do so. But we will not be able accomplish this task with weaklings of your nature," the leopard Emperor said spitting in Martellus' muzzle. "I could save you from prison and exceution if you would only bow your knee and admit the obvious fact that I am a divine god, sent to lead Rome to world domination." Though there was enormous pressure on the wolf to submit and bow his knee to the Emperor, Martellus had not come this far to submit to such a wicked man. If a martyr's death would be needed to dethrone this wicked and deadly king, the wolf would die a martyr.
"I will never suffer a man who lacks decency and compassion. You are a tyrant, a demon in the pelt of a leopard and I will never woship you. For anyone of goodwill, death would be preferred to suffering any longer under your misrule." When he was finished speaking, the centurion bodyguards came and grabbed him by the nape of his neck- ripping his Senatorial robes and leaving him exposed to the entire city. It would be the beginning of his fall from grace and public humiliation- Martellus knew those who insulted the Emperors would be thrown into prison and then executed in the arenas as part of entertainment for the masses.
"This wolf's fall should be an example to every Senator," the Emperor said as the wolf was being dragged out of the door naked and humiliated "regardless your species, you should never defy me if you value your life. I am a god!" The bodyguard, a powerful falcon of immense strength took the now-disgraced Senator to the garrison, long since converted to an overcrowded, insanitary, and foetid prison filled with an ever-increasing number of prisoners (more than half of whom were innocent of any serious crime). Martellus could overhear talk of as "summary execution", which could be completed by tomorrow, meaning that this would very well be his last day.
Soon, Martellus was slammed into a prison cell as viciously as possible; it was a miracle that as his muzzle and the rest of his body were thrown against the rough-hewn stone wall of his cell that the worst insult to his frame was a headache. Immediately, the wolf knew that what he had done was wrong- trying to plan a one-man revolution was in retrospect, the most foolish thing Martellus had ever done in all his years. A Legionnaire would have known that it would have taken months, maybe years for a revolution to be conceived, organized and eventually succeed. Instead, Martellus was ruled by passion and anger and now he would have to pay the consequences. Or would he? His claws, though useless against the centurion's tough armor were sharp enough to sever arteries- a self-inflicted wound would be enough to end Martellus' suffering and this was a popular form of suicide amongst all the creatures of Rome. The wolf, now in a state of despair had nothing to gain now as he put his paw close to his neck and felt his sharp claw touch the fur of his neck.
"Stop! You must not do this wicked thing!" |
Win, Win! by spug | **Disclaimer:** Batman Characters © Dccomics Anthro versions © Spug. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Free to distribute but not altered in anyway. **Pairing:** PenguinxVentriloquist (Anthro) **Rating:** NC-17 **WIN, WIN** By Spug & KT **The Ventriloquist:** Had those glasses not been so | [
"Anal",
"Avian",
"Gay Relationships",
"M/M",
"Mouse",
"Satire",
"Striptease"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10000-win-win | **Disclaimer:** Batman Characters © Dccomics Anthro versions © Spug. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Free to distribute but not altered in anyway. **Pairing:** PenguinxVentriloquist (Anthro) **Rating:** NC-17
**WIN, WIN** By Spug & KT
**The Ventriloquist:** Had those glasses not been so thick, one might have witnessed the blink of defeat in the tiny mouse's blue eyes. A nose was wiggled as Arnie looked between the two pair he had in his hand and then to Mr. Scarface's complete and under fold that had already been tossed on the table.
"At this rate, I'll be c-catching a cold." Wesker had to chuckle though, even as he first took the dummy's dusty pinstriped hat off it's wooden head and then reached down to tug his own belt out of its loops before letting the item drop to the ground next to his chair. Five Card Draw, no wilds. They sat at a round table at the far end of the club. There was a nice jazzy tune playing, sifting around a dance floor barren of dancers. There wasn't too many occupants being that it was late and most of the drunks had drifted off home already. They'd been playing for twenty minutes, you guessed it, strip poker.
The small rodent ventriloquist had already lost his bowler, outer tux coat and his bowtie and he now had that belt to add to the pile.
"Yer fuckin' cold? If I had galls day'd ge recedin' right now. Sumone wanna turn up dah heat?" Wooden arms were crossed over a still clothed chest, but Mr. Scarface was lacking pants. ( why they came off before his hat was just that kind of question.) A cigar was rolled in the birds direction. "Aight Peck-Peck deal dem again, though I'm kinda hopin yah do win, 'cause I really dun wanna see you naked!"
Wesker adjusted his frames before tossing his poor hand into the pile on the table. "I c-can't believe I'm doing this..." ah but the mousy smiled. "..how did you talk me into this again?"
**The Penguin:** Victory never tasted so sweet. The pompous bird was really on top of his game tonight, or lady luck was just smiling down on him. Though Oswald had always thought himself a better poker player then the rest of the Gotham heathens he usually associated with, he would still find himself loosing to that dirty hyena of a joker with his cheap tricks. Now though, he was eyeing that mouse almost in a predatory manner as he watched the belt come sliding off.
"Fear not my dear rodent...the cold will not be of consequence to you soon enough." Because the images of Arnold naked were already putting a burner to that cold blooded creature's heart and then some. He had laid down his hand with a squawk of delight. In the course of the game, Oswald himself had only lost two hands, thus having removed his top hat, and outer black tuxedo jacket. Left in the black tuxedo pants, white shirt, and suspenders, Oswald was leaning over that table smirking as flippers captured the cards once more and he began shuffling the deck.
"Oh Scarface, seeing me naked won't be the only thing you witness if I win the next few hands." Was that a threat? More like a promise, and it was clearly directed to Arnold, who after asking such a question, only received a chuckle as Oswald dealt him five cards. "Does that answer your question?" He pointed a free flipper in the direction of three bottles empty of their scotch on the table beside them.
"Either that...or you just cannot battle against my irresistible charms." A wink beneath that gleaming monacle was made before he took his hand and inspected it.
**The Ventriloquist:** A bit of red flushed under the rodents white furred cheeks at almost the same time the puppet started gagging. "oh god, don't even tell me dat! Dummy yah getter chunk me across dah dance floor!"
Arnold gave Oswald a long look before his shifted his gaze between his avian lover and the bottles. "Yes.. uh that might explain it oh dear.. Oswald.. we're in public." He looked down to the puppet. "Don't worry Mr. Scarface, I'm sure we'll at least go somewhere."
The mouse shifted a little bit out of nervousness and a bit more out of .. erm murr well. So much alcohol and the birds lechery grin did things to him, loosing his pants in the next few rounds would probably be a relief. Though.. he wasn't sure he could put.. a public show.. past Oswald Cobblepot, right now, Arnold Wesker didn't know as he reached for his and the Dummy's cards. He glanced his own over and then changed out three. Scarface did the same, let out a curse and folded again! But this time, the mouse let out a slight squeak and his little tail and ears perked.
"Well.. Heh." Free hand spread the straight of hearts, 7, 8, 9, 10 and Jack out for the bird to see. "I just might take those suspenders from you, dear Oswald." And the mouse grinned lightly.
**The Penguin:** It was almost as good as getting that mouse off, pissing the little dummy off. He smirked wider as Scarface complained over the thought of him touching "his dummy." Oswald couldn't even begin to describe what a joy it was to send that rat into a mood.
"Awrk awkr awwrrkk. Yes, listen to Arnold, Scarface. Don't worry about a thing." He chuckled as he proceeded to inspect his hand. Hrm. Not bad...not bad. A pair. With Scarface folding, he assumed Arnold hadn't done much better, that was until he saw the flush. His own face would have flushed if he could have, when he threw his own less impressive hand down.
"..Mphm. Sneaky little mouse." Was muttered as he reached to snap those suspenders off one by one. A little sigh of relief was given almost as some of the pressure on his weight was relieved, reaching to once again shuffle the deck. "Hrrrm. But Scarface you really are stinking it up over there. It's a good thing you weren't carved in complete anatomical correctness, or you just might be quite embarrassed." The bird picked up his hand he dealt himself after handing five off to Arnold, and instantly smiled inwardly.
Oh yes. Aces!
**The Ventriloquist:** Ooooh, was that a slight smirk on Arnie's face as he watched Oswald snap off his suspenders? Indeedly it was! Scarface snorted at the bird and threw his unlit cigar across the table. YES THAT COUNTED AS A CLOTHES ITEM! "Yah you just keep on talkin' 'n' one day Imma get datt strap-on 'n' some supah glue 'n' no goil ge safe."
Arnold rather banked at that statement so much he almost dropped his fresh hand. "Mr..S-scarface, really... that's.." The small mouse shook a bit in disgust. He glanced at his cards. Hm. Only had a pair of queens. Maybe he could bluff it. Scarface rummaged over his cards, and this time just threw them back down on the table.
"What dah fuck is dis, some kinda penance for all dah times I cheated? God dammit."
" It's just not your night, Mr. Scarface." The mouse patted the Dummy's wooden head and then laid down his pair. "Well Oswald? Do I take off my shirt or do you?"
**The Penguin:** The pair of queens was all to appropriate. Oswald's pair of Aces went sliding down right over those two royal ladies and he snapped that beak in delight.
"...Mrrr. I believe I am clearly going to be staying quite clothed. There's no reason to be ashamed of showing a little fur now, Arnold. And as for you, Scarface, any more talk of your wooden strap on and I may just be sick. Really. You might as well just give up on this game because clearly even Arnold is fairing better then you."
The penguin reached to scoop up all the cards and shuffled them quite slowly as he anxiously watched the mouse deal with the lost article of clothing. Oh yes oh yes oh yes. He tried not to make it too obvious just how wonderful the win was really, but he did show those dangerous teeth nicely as he finally dealt out five more cards to each.
"You're nearing the end of your rope Arnold. Soon I won't have anything keeping me from pouncing you right on this very table."
**The Ventriloquist:** No shame in showing a bit of fur, eh? Well one had to remember, this was Arnold Wesker. Yet, a couple bottles of liquor and that sharp sharp beaky smirk was enough of an urge that he didn't turn too red this time. White button down shirt was carefully well... unbuttoned and slid off slim shoulders. He had to slip Scarface(who was currently giving the Penguin the bird. Oh the irony.) off his right hand for just a moment to slide the item off completely. He also removed Scarface's own white collared shirt, and the rat dummy was officially out, being he was now naked.
"It ge worth it tah see yah glow chucks! 'n' I'm out, 'cause I anit tossin' inna leg iffa I loose again!" Wesker slid Scarface back on his hand and then reached for his cards. Yet, when that last statement left the birds naughty beak, every exposed inch of his white fur that had previously been nice, slickened flat from his clothes puffed out and a small squeak left him.
"D-don't tea-" He caught himself though. "Not in p-public, Oswald..." Oh god his pants were really starting to hurt. With a flicker of ears the mouse picked up his hand, switched out and then looked back up at the bird. He had three kings.
**The Penguin:** That kind of a hand easily trounced Oswald, who's stride was broken as he switched out three times as well, all equally ending up with a complete waste of a hand. Had Scarface given him his bad luck when he'd gotten out? It would almost seem that way. Curses. The mouse puffing out like so had made him so pleased with himself. Not in public? Not in public my ass. Or shall we say Arnold's ass.
But now, seeing that he'd obviously lost in the current round of poker, the Penguin gave another squawk of indignance and threw down his lousy hand.
"...I bet you think you're just so clever." Perhaps Scarface's worst nightmares would be realized after all, and Oswald would be the first one naked. He reached up and carefully undid the buttons on his white dress shirt one by one, until that broad chest and round feathered stomach were all revealed. He refused let defeat win him over though, so his chest was puffed out with pompous pride, before he shuffled the deck once more and retrieved his newest hand. "Hrm hrm hrm..."
Better, Better... A card was switched out, only one!
**The Ventriloquist:** Those think frames were almost conceivably the best poker face. Hidden eyes and the mouse's usually stoic expression, oh yes. Not that Arnie was honestly any good at the game, Maybe all the booze they had consumed had dampened the Penguin's usually winning streak.
Not that either of them were winning now. It was a dead even match! Down to britches. Ears flickered forward as Oswald shed his button down and the Ventriloquist broke another smile. The birds tummy was soft and he wondered if a nap would be better then finishing the game. Mice like soft places to curl up on. A twinge in his pants reminded him that now was not nap time, and a gag from the naked puppet had him picking up his fresh hand.
"Guuuuuh. Why dah hell are we playin' dis fer anyway? Gotta rememger dah golden rule, don'ts play pokah wit out some green on dah tagle. " The Rat dummy leaned in on Arnie's cards and then let out a chuckle. "Ahaha.. yer ass is gare, gitch." Wesker wiggled his nose at the Dummy and sighed before laying his three tens on the table.
"A-alright Oswald. Just don't knock the table over on me..."
**The Penguin:** True, his monacle only hid half of his eyes, but Oswald had developed a good poker face of his own. It was his fine breeding...or at least that's what he'd tell you. He snapped his beak with delight as he listened to Scarface recite the golden rule of poker playing. True--what good was it without cash? Well, in this case, getting Arnold naked was just as good if not...dare we say...even better then walking off with a fat stash of cash.
However, whatever incentives Oswald might have been playing under, he waited anxiously for the mouse to reveal his hand. Now truth be told he was a little nervous, unsure if the two pair he had would be enough to get that furry white ass in the palm of his flipper. However, Scarface seemed to prematurely spoil the surprise! Fucking rat, always ruining everything! But his moment of annoyance quickly past as with elated delight he slammed his two pair down.
YES. Not only had he won.. but he'd won. In the end they'd both be naked sure...but.. mmmm. He let out a delightful coo as he leaned over the table, and sighed.
"...Oh don't worry, I can control myself. it's practically just enough for me that I won in the first place. But...seeing your tail and more is a nice bonus." So while he said he wouldn't knock the table over on him...he didn't say anything about not.. knocking it over. With a push of his elbow, it went careening to the floor and revealed the bird from the waist down now, a very apparent erection in those black tuxedo pants as he created a full view of the mouse.
Later on, they could play nude 52 card pick-up!
**The Ventriloquist:** Ah but dear, dear Oswald! Your eagerness is a little to early! Wesker squeaked is surprise as the table was knocked over as the cards went flittering all over the ground. Well with the table out of the way, there was no way to hid the fact that the mouse himself was supporting more wood then what was on his naked hand. (Naked as well!)
"Argh!" Scarface screamed and pushed his wooden paws into his glass eyes. "Goddammit I dinna wanna see dat!" Wesker stood off his chair, but by the time the rodent was to his feet he had a small smirk on his face.
"B-but ..Oswald... You haven't won yet.."
Oh? Free hand snapped down to the tuxedo trousers button and flipped it loose. Zipper was tugged down and those tuxedo pants made a -wooph!- as they hit the floor. Ah, but if the bird was hoping for a show of soft mouse fur and hard cock, he'd be disappointed.
A pair of black boxers clung to Wesker's pokey belly and waist. "You uh.. have to get these off first..." Scarface uncovered one eye to bust out laughing.
"Ahahaa... I didda see dat one comin' smooth Dummy! Gut dah cards are ovah dah floor. How's yah supposta play anoder hand?"
Wesker stepped back, tail swishing and slid behind the chair. "Well?"
**The Penguin:** Obviously Oswald was NOT pleased. the look on his face was just priceless though, beak hanging open as he stared awaiting to get that wonderful piece of Arnold revealed to him...yes oh yes.. not won? Psh! Of course he-
\--WHAT THE FUCK were THOSE? Boxers. BOXERS. Of all the things in the world. He let out a frustrated gasp of breath as he battled with the fact that Arnold was both pissing him off to no end by duping him, and the fact that watching him get undressed had only proceeded to make him harder. How could he hate and want something all at once?
Oh believe me, it was possible. His first instinct was just merely get up, swoop down on that mouse and give him what's coming to him accordingly. But! He had more class then that at least. Which was why, as Arnold presented the challenge and Scarface dually got a laugh at him, the bird slowly was reaching for something.
One...two...Yank! He had taken his umbrella and first knocked over the chair Arnold was standing behind, and leaning forward looped the handle of the umbrella on Arnold's boxers. All it took was one swift gesture to bring that mouse face to face with him, or.. really... crotch to face with him.
"...Ah ha ha ha...You're just so cute when you think you've outsmarted me." And with that, the umbrella proceeded to yank downward and drag the boxers with him. Oswald's eyes rolled up to Arnold as he chuckled. "Though I must say you do look quite hot when you smirk like that. Mrrrr."
The umbrella was discarded, and flipper went straight to the exposed area massaging and caressing.
**The Ventriloquist:** For Arnie's defense, he honestly didn't think he was so smart after all. Mr. Scarface reminded the mouse ever day that he was nothing but a 'sniveling, no-granier', but opted, being a rodent, he was owned his little bouts of cleverness. Wearing boxes though, wasn't something he'd officially planned to doped Oswald with, he just didn't like the feel of tuxedo fabric rubbing against his cock.
A small squeak left the rodent as the chair was slapped over with the umbrella, followed by a higher more alarmed trill as that expensively polished (and often dangerous) handle snagged into the waist line of his boxers and he was promptly tugged toward the bird.
"No I! Uh.." Wesker began, but all manner of speech was lost as that sharp beaked smirk leered at him and Oswald mercilessly tugged those boxers to his thin ankles. Immediately that hard pink mousy cock sprang free and Wesker both shivered to the cooler room air hitting it and the fact that he was now -naked- in public. "Oswald....ohhh!"
The panic wasn't allowed to settle though, not when that flipper closed around the item, causing both a gasp, a flicker of that naked tail, and a murr to escape all at once. White furred hips jerked involuntary and Wesker bit his lip, flushing brightly under his albino fur.
"Ughhhh!" Almost forgotten in the moment, the puppet (Also naked in -public-) let out a groan and tried bating the Penguin's flippers away from its 'dummy' "STOP DAT! I'M STILL 'ERE! GOD DAMMIT!" It's attention would soon turn to Wesker. "THROW ME, YAH TUGGY GASTARD! I DUNNAWANNA GE A PART OF DIS!"
Oh but Wesker couldn't manage the strength at the moment to toss his homophobic side out of viewing range, not with that flipper making him feel soo good.
**The Penguin:** Hm, while one woody seemed to be happy, the other was QUITE displeased by Oswald's actions. The Penguin could have cared less though. He was living for the sight of that color beneath pale fur, the flickering of that naked tail and the sweet like moans and squeaks the mouse issued. The bird finally dropped the umbrella as if it meant nothing at all to him, and as if Scarface didn't even exist, pulled that mouse in close by his free flipper, which came around and fiercely groped the furred rear end of the rodent.
Oh yes...public. .hrm. People could certainly notice, though half of the bird wanted to take the Mouse right as he stood. However that seemed like a stupid course of action. If nothing else he could try and conceal himself fucking Arnold into next week. The penguin finally made a move to stand, though still holding firmly to the mouse's erected cock. He licked at that beak eagerly, looking into the other creatures eyes as he muttered.
"...I could take you right here.. and right now...or perhaps you'd be so kind as to lean up against that wall over there and let me have at you a...mrrr...bit less publicly."
Because he wasn't patient enough to have the mouse redress and them both go to a private room. Heavens no! Just the right amount of alcohol and lechery had this penguin in the perfect mood to go beyond the rough ass grope he made to the mouse to accent the end of his statement. And as for Scarface?
"...You may want to get rid of our little friend as well. Apparently he doesn't like the idea of what usually follows strip poker." A dark chuckle followed as he casted a gleaming monacled glance Scarface's way in amusement.
**The Ventriloquist:** Less Publicly, but still Public, and the display hadn't gone unnoticed. The few drunkards, along with the bartender, left in the dwindling night club had all ceased what they were doing. A few stared in disgust, while others licked their chops and nashed their teeth in envy. The Rat dummy let out another growl of disapproval as Arnold was tugged closer. Fur brushed feathers as the bird stood. Flipper and erection to brush that still clothed one of The Penguins.
Umph! Wesker rolled his eyes into the back of his skull for a moment under those glasses with a mix of emotions. Lust, panic. In Public, they were in Pub -
"Oooh!" Another high squeak left him as that flipper gripped around a plump plush ass cheek and gave that possessive squeeze. Naked pink tail swished and brushed the groping hand as Arnie pressed forward. His maw scrapped over the top of Oswald's beak as he groaned and wiggled.
"You dioty fuckin' pervert, Getta fuckin' room. Dummy don't you give in tah him!" Scarface might as well have been talking to the wall Oswald was hinting for. A second later, it would be Arnold's pile of clothing it could curse and mutter into, because the mouse jerked his arm and tossed the naked wooden seething timber into the discarded items. "Ah Fuuuuuuuuck!"
It was the ass groping that finally convinced the rodent he'd rather have it here then wait for the car or a room. A paw dragged out of the pooled pile of boxer and a fluffy inner thigh rubbed against the Penguin's still clothed hip.
"W-walll!" Arnie finally gasped as both arms curled around the birds neck and a cute tongue trailed the smooth polished surface of that dangerous beak. Mgh. Oswald made him do such terribly embarrassing things, humiliating things, and yet, made him want to do them, because it felt good. Through his glasses (which were now getting quite fog up) He could see the creatures still staring at them, and he wondered if they would watch the whole show. Goodness, if this got out, the papers, the media, The SNICKERING at Arkham!
**The Penguin:** Oswald was indeed showing his true colors as having a quite perverse side. He didn't seem to mind such an extreme PDA, nor the fact that the mouse was completely exposed to everyone in the place. And of course they should be jealous looking on. Both parties were about to equally experience a great deal of pleasure.
The bird let out a cooing approval as Scarface landed unwanted, just like the clothing was at the moment. Even if it took extreme lust to reach Arnold on a purely intimate level and have him all to himself for a moment, it was completely worth it. He let out his own gasp when he felt his clothed erection being touched and grazed. Oh but you know you want to give in. I certainly do. He thought eagerly as he heard Scarface's last attempt to keep Arnold from completely giving into the moment. But it was all a waste, as the two bodies were now making a clear cut way toward that desired wall. Only stopped with that warm tongue being trailed over his beak, the bird practically flew with delight at the wondrous little gesture.
"...Awwrrkk...Oh yes!" Shaking his head from a slight daze, Oswald finished waddling to the darkened corner where he turned Arnold to face from him and pressed the mouse's belly and forward area to the wall, completely exposing that plump rear. The sound of unzipping was made as Oswald revealed his well sized darker length, very firm and erect with anticipation, precum having already formed. He reached out and pushed those cheeks open with flippers after he'd given his own length a brief spit lubrication.
There was to be no more foreplay then whatever his flipper would do to Arnold's cock as he rode him. They'd teased each other up into a practical frenzy.
"..god dammit, you're just so.. fine.. ahhh.." A loud gasp followed as he plunged himself deep into the mouse, burying his entire length into the tight and eager animal beneath him.
**The Ventriloquist:** At least Mr. Cobblepot had the funds to back up any kind of conspiracy this might cause. After all, he was Oswald Chester Fucking Cobblepot, Gotham cities most prized (and feared) rich beast. If he wanted to fuck his lover against a wall in club he probably owned anyway, so be it! Wesker continued to murr all the while he was backed up to the wall. He could vague hear Mr. Scarface's voice grumbling and bitching from the pile of clothing (even if it was him throwing the voice after all) he couldn't make out a word of it.
Bah, the rat dummy had ASKED to be thrown. At least Mr. Scarface wasn't going to be pressed up against the wall with the mouse as Oswald yiffed him into next week. Speaking of being pressed up against the wall..
Wesker felt the coolness of the partition rather then saw it. The smooth painted surface slid against his soft white belly fur and then against his nose as he dragged his face sideways to rest his ear and cheek against it. Mismatched paws splayed to the flat surface as slim legs shifted willingly for his lover. Hell, that whip like tail even curled up against his spine and out of the way. A moment ago he'd been stifling about the display in public, now he was practically beggaring with body motions. Beggaring that would quickly spread to his dainty little maw as he felt that sizable spit lathered erection pressing to his asshole.
"Yessss plea-" The murr quickly turned into a squeak as he felt Oswald's cock shove up into him. Less romantic and more animalistic, but that was something Arnold savored about the bird. His cultured savagery!
Body spazed at the penetration and muscles tightened instinctively around the hilted cock. "Ohgod!" His own erection wept considerable to the feeling that coursed his small frame. Everything disappeared at that moment. The club, the audience, even Mr. Scarface. All the mouse cared about right now was the bird pressing against and inside him.
**The Penguin:** This was moment that was brief and yet on Oswald could always dwell on, because of it's uniqueness. He knew soon enough they'd both be cumming and it would end, but for now, he relished in the feeling of his cock deeply penetrating the other, snapping his beak together fiercely as he pulled far out and then returned another deep thrust directly back in.
Oh he was savage indeed, and so much so that the looks they received from others were either easily ignored or more fuel for him to go harder. Yes, it was a sad moment for Scarface who was clearly long forgotten and probably not going to be happy, but Oswald was willing to take the full blame for this one. He'd wanted Arnold, had been hungering for him for almost a week actually, and the opportunity had opened. Like the shrewd and successful business bird he was, he took that opportunity with vigor, and was now taking Arnold right from behind with that same amount of enthusiasm.
People were always surprised how easily the bird could seem so refined at times, and then ferally hungry or aroused the next. Arnold was receiving the full brunt of it, as his cock thickly pushed in and out of his raised ass, flippers caressing the mounds of muscle flexing flesh and fur eagerly. One flipper did curl around and capture the mouse's pink erection though and began pumping it a bit, though it would stop when he grew closure to coming, he knew that.
"...Mrrr. I just LOVE when you say please Arnold. Always.. awwrrrk...So polite. Ohhhh!" He groaned as a particular thrust sent foreign shivers up the arctic bird's body.
**The Ventriloquist:** Mm yes, Scarface would be having wooden kittens for the rest of the week. He'd probably break Arnold's nose or bust his lip, but Arnie always had those warm feathered arms of his Birdie lover to curl and weep his dismay into later.
And it ..oh yes.. it would be worth it. It was worth the stares (and the occasional readjusting in pants) they were getting from drunken strangers in the club. It was worth the wrinkles in the clothing, and it was worth it just to feel and hear Oswald as he thrusted viciously into his ass, nailing that one spot that had the mouse squeaking and letting out even more spouts of 'P-please!" and "Yes!" Because of course, Arnold was always polite, even when being fucked against a wall. He always aimed to please after all, or took to please, which ever was the case here.
The flipper pumping his own weeping cock helped him to a quicker release. It was all it would need to be, a quick, hard romp after a well played game. A few more quick hard thrusts and the mouse let out a high squeak and spazed against the wall. Hot spurts of liquid splattered against flipper and wall accordingly. Muscles clenched around that bucking cock.
"O-oswald,ohGOD!" He came so hard his back thighs and tail were left trembling. Face flushed utterly red under that plush, and now damp, white fur.
**The Penguin:** The game had been played well, by professionals who knew just what to do when the chips were stacked high and the prize was too good to pass up. Oswald was certainly one of those characters, and he savored every moment as he now road that rodent allll the way home in a victorious squawk of pleasure.
As his rounded feathered hips worked his cock in and out of that tight little entrance, he pushed the other creature even more onto the wall and nibbled with that beak playfully at the nape of his neck and ears with sweet heated murmurs of. "Mmmrrrr.. so niiice..awrkk!" And when the mouse came...? Bliss in the palm of his hand, feeling the other tremble beneath him and the hot liquid all over his flipper. With the other's release came that delightful squeak and the harder clenching on his cock that pushed ruthlessly in and out of Arnold.
"O-ohhh AH! Soooo tight..God you're so hottt..uhhnn..I-I..I'm gunnaa.." Rarely would the bird speak with such bad English. Only in the heat of the moment did he stutter and squirm in his words and body. But Arnold had him more in the palm of his hand then he realized! His thrusts were at an all time high speed and finally, the bird grew closer..closer..until he let out a rather loud gasp and chirp of ecstasy when his orgasm came and flooded through him and right into that sweet awaiting ass he was buried into.
The two bodies were pressed sweetly against the wall as the bird made one final triumphant thrust in and left his hot seed splattered through and through. Monacle had fallen off by this time and the penguin merely nuzzled his face into the back of the mouse's neck, gasping. "Ohhh myyy.."
the double talk: There was that fine line when it came to a frenzy fucking. Where the cultured civilized parts of their brain forgot they were cultured and they were reduced to the mere beasts that made their bodies reacted to each other in such a way. In turn, Arnold had no repercussions or dismay about Oswald's loose tongue when he was buried deep inside of him.
Nor was there any recollection of the jealous onlookers or the still gripping Mr. Scarface. Nothing but thrust and withdrawal as the mouse finished off his own bliss in time to feel his avian lovers own cascade into orgasm. The heat of his feathers, the slid of beak against his ears and neck, all of it was very nice, but the only thing Arnie could truly concentrate on at the moment was the area between his thighs, just under that curled up tail that was stuffed with hard cock over flooding. Hot white washed inside and the rodent spazed against the wall. Murring loudly and panting to the feeling. The final thrust was much appreciated and was even pressed back into as they collapsed against the wall.
"Mmm O-Oswald." Wesker panted against the smooth and now sweaty surface he was pressed into. "T-that was a reallly goood game." He'd lost, but then again, with how the Ventriloquist felt at that moment, he was a really good loser, and felt like he'd been giving a prize that was better then the joy of victory. He had to savoir it, and since the bird had yet to pull out, Arnold was just going to stay there, cuddled against wall and soft feathered felon. "Goddd I love you." He murmured.
"God dat's gay. Are you two done YET?" A muffled in clothes voice echoed from behind the pair. Wesker was a good loser, the Dummy was not, nor was he really patient either.
**The Penguin:** It was rough, dirty, hard, and perfect. Oswald couldn't have had it better, as he felt the animal beneath him finally quiver and squeak loudly, and soon his own orgasm rush over as well. He thrust himself deep into the other making sure he got every little bit of himself in. After all, despite how dirty and public they'd been, they were not about to leave a single trace of their moments together. Well, a bit of Arnold's sweat did get left on the wall, but hardly noticeable!
That beak curled into a dark smirk as he listened to the Mouse's stutters of appreciation. "Mrrrr. It really was a good game. I think we'll have to play it more often." He gave the tip of Arnold's ear another little nip and sighed contently. "Though...perhaps in the privacy of our home."
If ever they played strip poker without the worry of other's watching...things could happen that would probably make the rat dummy sick to his termite infected little stomach. The deviant penguin wrapped both arms around the mouse's waist and cuddled back into his warm little body. "I love you too..." Was cooed back gently, before the sound of Scarface's voice interrupted their intimacy.
"Oh Scarface, we'll never be done." As he said that, he gave one last surprise little push in, and then slowly removed his length. "You're just going to have to get a better poker face from now on." Ohhh irony.
**The Ventriloquist:** The rodent would savior such moments as this. (Even with his less-gay, and far-more-bitchy side gripping away from the pile of clothes.) Just resting against the wall with the avian buried to the hilt, enjoying just a few moments of after glow. With a beak nuzzling his ears and those soft soft feathers, it was easy to forget they WERE against a wall in a public club. "Mm." The mouse murred to the last little thrust before Penguin pulled away. "Y-yes, more often."
Hell maybe even as SOON as they got home if this mood kept up. Wesker reached up and adjusted his glasses before slipping off the wall with a little groan. He did his best to ignore the stares of the other occupants, even if the flesh under his white furred cheeks flushed a bit.
"Hahahaha.. yer funnah yah know dat? Stoopid gurd-grain, Dummy come over 'ere 'n' pick me up!" Arnie gave Oswald a nod as, with a wonderful throbbing to his rear end, stepped lightly over to the pad of clothes and pulled the naked dummy up.
"I'm sorry Mr. Scarface." Wesker said, but he said it with a smile.
"Yer Gay, dats what yah are. 'N' I dun need a getter Poker face, you two jist need tah get with money 'n' not yer cocks!"
"Maybe next time we could play something a little less risqué then strip poker. Maybe Go Fish or Old Maid."
"Yah I see dah possigilities of dat. 'Go Fish fer dah Ace in yer gritches, or someone's wearin' a gurtle..' Now shut up 'n' dress me!" Wesker sighed, but instead of putting the clothes back on the puppet, he sat Mr. Scarface down in Penguin's abandoned chair and smirked lightly at the bird.
"One more game, Oswald. That.. card pick up.. if you get more cards then me, I'll come play a new game ever night all next week." And with that, the mouse scampered for the deck. Ahah, cheater!
**The Penguin:** There was no possibly way he could have won. Arnold was a mouse for Christ sakes, and moved faster then the waddling bird could ever hope to. Going to cheat my little rodent? Two could play at this game.
The penguin only chuckled and bent down to swipe up the Ace of Clubs that was nearest to his foot. And he waited.. waited until Arnold collected every single one except that ace. But what had he been up to while Arnold scampered about.
"..Mmm. 53 cards. I believe I've won." The bird had produced a spare deck he'd brought along and in his hands held more cards then Arnold. He tucked the cards away and picked up his umbrella, smiling. "Don't worry about it Arnold. I'll make sure we have lots of tea and whiskey every night...and lots of lubrication."
**The Ventriloquist:**"God damn, 'n' I thought I cheated a lot!" Scarface remarked as Arnold stared at the bird for a moment. A spare deck.. why the ..utter cleverness!
Ah the mouse finally just shook his head, picked up the dummy and all their discarded clothing and slipped free arm into free arm. "I just can't beat you.." He said as they headed for the door, dangling clothes in front of naughty bits, but still naked, followed by stares.
"..but I'm a good loser."
The End |
Jungle Fever by Jaffah | The Tiger Club Jungle Fever Arctic's Journal: It has been three weeks since I set out on my solo expedition and I must say my time has been laced with a decent amount of luck. My initial goal was to seek out a little known lost tribe that was rumoured to be living close to civilization and study it | [
"Fantasy",
"Gangbang",
"M/M/M/F",
"Tiger",
"Wolf",
"jungle sex"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/248829-jungle-fever | The Tiger Club
Jungle Fever
Arctic's Journal: It has been three weeks since I set out on my solo expedition and I must say my time has been laced with a decent amount of luck. My initial goal was to seek out a little known lost tribe that was rumoured to be living close to civilization and study it to learn more about how these people survive without the convenience of modern appliances.
It was after the second week of trekking that I came across the edge of the village and was greeted by an amazing group of warriors. Each one looking very fit and obviously well trained by the looks of the way they wielded their weapons. Thankfully I was warmly welcomed into their homes, especially after the chieftain of the tribe took an interest in me.
The blue haired wolf paused in her writing to laugh quietly to herself.
He was a big red tiger whom the others seem to obey with respect, a proud man who cared for all his people. He made sure I was well looked after and have several of the women of the village take me around to show how they lived their lives with simple tools and crafting skills. It's strange though that one thing I have noticed about the villagers here, they are either tigers or a tiger hybrid. I have seen all types from bunnies with tiger markings to striped bovines.
There was a knock on the doorframe to the hut and the curtain covering the opening was pulled aside to allow a young pink tigress to enter. The feline was carrying a crudely made cup that was filled with a fruity concoction and placed it on a sawn off log that was used as a table. Arctic looked up as the teen entered, the wolf had a cloth wrapped around her chest and a wrap-around skirt tied at the hip that the village women had given her to fit in.
"Thank you." Arctic said kindly and the tigress gave a friendly smile before leaving, the explorer took a sip of the sweet drink before returning to her journal.
I feel privileged to have to have been welcomed into their homes and feel lucky as there seems to be a celebration planned, the tigers of this lost clan have worked hard over the past week in order to prepare for some traditional ritual. The woman having put together a marvellous feast, which includes a sweet drink made from fruit that seems very addictive.
Another pause and Arctic took another long sip from her drink and as she swallowed warmth spread out through her body, her skin tingling as liquid settled in her stomach.
I'm wondering what else is in it apart from the fruit but one thing is sure, it will make this celebration of theirs all the more interesting.
The pretty wolf set aside her book and stretched her arms over her head, her body feeling warmer then normal as she reached to drain the remaining liquid from her cup. A second knock heralded another tigress, this one tall and white with long red hair. The female feline smiling as Arctic rose to her feet to greet her. The explorer recognizing this tigress as one close to the Chieftain and it was assumed she was his wife or at least the most favoured of his wives.
The white tigress smiled at the smaller woman's expression and reached to brush at the wolf's hair, almost as if the feline was making Arctic look prettier than she was, she then offered Arctic a hand to lead the woman outside. At night the village was bustling as the females of the tribe were tending tables of prepared food, Arctic noticed the differences in ages ranging from teens to those who looked in their mid-thirties. All dressed up and looking pretty for the ceremony, the men seemed scarce though with maybe a handful standing guard.
"Where are the others?" Arctic asked getting the white tigress' attention. The wolf femme wasn't sure if these people could understand her words but seemed to understand her intentions and actions so when the blue haired woman motioned tot he men the big busty feline grinned and scooped up another cup of sweet fruity elixir and pressed it into Arctic's hand before tugging her through the activity.
"Well if you're trying to get me drunk you're going the right way about it." The wolf laughed and took a drink from the cup, her head spinning lightly as the heat inside her built up.
The pair came to an area where several larger huts stood, the sounds of the gathering behind them as the tigress stood facing Arctic, the big feline looking the wolf over as would a mother approve her daughter before she would go out on the town before pulling her close and kissing the smaller woman's forehead. The tigress pulled aside the curtain to a hut and motioned Arctic inside.
As she entered the hut a heavy male scent wash over her enflamed senses, the heat within her tingling body flaring higher as the musky tiger smell flooded her nostrils. Around the inside Arctic saw four of the village warriors including the Chief, a twin pair of black and white tigers and a young looking brown-grey wolf-tiger sat waiting, their banter cheerful as they too drank a similar concoction that Arctic did. All eyes swivelling to focus on the wolf femme as she stepped lightly and steadied herself before them.
"I think I am beginning to understand what sort of ritual this is." The pretty girl whispered to herself as she inhaled more of the tiger's scent, her loins aching as her nether lips became very wet quickly. The same pink tigress who brought her a drink from before stepped forward from the red tigers side took hold of Arctic's arm to guided her to a half log table that sat in the middle of the dwelling.
The young explorer slowly knelt down and saw a jug of liquor perched on the surface, the woman taking another deep drink before looking up at the big red tiger. The cloth he wore over his crotch was tented up, the drink arousing him as it had the wolf, a quick glance around the room showed the other males also sporting erections although the wolf-tiger seemed nervous yet fascinated by the sexy new comer.
"Must be his first time." Arctic thought as her heart beat madly in her chest, her bosoms heaving as her pussy dripped in anticipation, the drink doing its job as an aphrodisiac.
The chief rose to his feet and slipped off his loin cloth, the wolf femme gasping at the sight of the feline's big cock, her fingers digging into the wooden surface of the table as the tiger walked around her kneeling form. Any reluctance the sexy adventurer had washed away in a sea of lust brought about the drinks effects; the only thing on Arctic's mind at this moment was that thick hard member.
The wolf felt her top being untied and pulled off, her impressive breasts spilling free. The woman seeing her nipples were hard as diamonds with out them even being touched, another light touch and her skirt was peeled away, the femme now naked in front of these horny, needy males. She heard the big tiger say something in their language and the teen tigress poured her another drink and as Arctic reached for it strong hands moved across her back and around her body as the leader of this tribe knelt behind her, ready to mount the wolf's trembling body.
"P-please." Arctic whimpered softly and leaned forward, her legs spreading to make it easier for the feline to find what he sought. The blue haired beauty gasped aloud as the tiger's hot meat slashed across her sopping cunt before finding her entrance and pushing in.
Both of them groaned as the rest watched as their chief hilted his prick in Arctic's quivering snatch, his hands cupping and groping her firm tit-flesh, his fingers teasing her nipples as he started thrusting into sexy wolf's eager body. Soft moans and gasps became louder sounds of pleasure as the drink with in the pair pushed their lusts to new heights, Arctic's back arching as she cried out in joy as the heat burning insides her became hotter until a hard climax shook her body. The tiger hissing as the wolf's sex clamped on his aching length until he slammed in and gave her what she desired.
Hot cum gushing into her hungry pussy sent the femme into a second orgasm, she pushed back as the red feline gripped her tight and held deep, his cum spurting into her horny body in an attempt to quench her fiery passion, but as Arctic discovered, this wasn't going to be enough.
Cooing softly and feeling the tiger leaders warmth inside her, Arctic looked over her shoulder at the panting male and received a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing hotly as the big male pumped more thick, rich seed inside her, the pair parting slowly as the wolf knew he was just the first. The red tiger's shaft still hard and dripping as he pulled away and the young wolf-tiger were beckoned forth.
The young striped wolf seemed hesitant until the pink tigress urged him to kneel behind the wolfess, Arctic quickly took another drink from her cup before looking over her shoulder to watch the youth move in. Despite having been mated with the woman still shivered as the inexperienced male found her snatch and pushed in, filling the femme's sex quickly and causing Arctic to clamp on the cock invading her.
The hybrid began humping the wolf's sweaty body hard and fast, making up for his lack of knowledge with his eagerness, the drink making sure he had the stamina to give the girl a decent ride. Arctic's body rocked back and forth as she was pounded from behind, her pussy milking the young male's cock for all it was worth, her lusty cries echoing around the hut as she was driven to another climax by the young warriors hard thrusts, the youth's own cries joining hers as he slammed in and experiences his first climax. His hips bucking and slapping against her rear as his seed flowed in to mix with that of the red tiger's.
"God damn yes." The wolf panted and slumped onto the table, soothing hands of the pink female tiger stroked along Arctic's back and side before rubbing her tummy.
Arctic felt the young male kiss her cheek before withdrawing; a gentle rubbing to her rear followed this. The woman's cheek flushing deeper at the cute gesture before noticing the other two males, the twins, had both risen to come towards her together.
"Oh wow." The wolf's blue eyes sparkled lustfully as she was helped to her feet, the teen tigress clearing the table as the black tiger sat on the end and pulled Arctic close.
With her back to the black feline, Arctic could feel the male's rigid member against her rear; the wolf wiggling in the tiger's embrace to rub the trapped prick while the white tiger presented his rampant erection to her. The femme wrapping her fingers around the impressive girth to stroke it slowly, the male growling deeply and rocking his hips in time with Arctic's jerking.
Strong hands gripped her hips and lifted the adventurer up, the black tiger's hot meat sliding into her well-fucked hole as Arctic settled again. Her body leaning forward enough for her to run her tongue along the twins shaft as her fingers danced along it's length, the standing feline slipping his fingers through the wolf's hair as he encouraged the wolf to use her mouth, something the girl did happily.
Sounds of passion rose from the trio as Arctic bounced on one feline's prick while suckling hungrily on the other. Rough hands groping her breasts as the two hard cocks pumped and pounded her pussy and mouth, the female slurping lewdly on the tasty member while the hot pre oozed from the other and mixed with the sticky mess already lingering inside her.
The heat within the wolfess burned hotter as she was fucked for the third time, the musky scent filling her nose from the cock she worked over in her mouth made her head spin more. Arctic's cunt gripping tight as yet another climax washed through her body, the hot juices flooding her passage washing over the black tiger's aching cock until he too roared out and unload his cream into the woman's body, the male hissing and nipping hotly at Arctic's shoulder as she bobbed her head quickly, sucking hard until she was rewarded with a spray of hot cum to her face and tits.
The three moaning and writhing as the wolf woman's tongue lapped and caressed the white tiger's spurting length, coaxing more rich seed to fall onto her heaving chest. Then both she and the black feline eased back onto the table to rest. Arctic caught a flash of movement and saw the big red tiger move towards them, his cock rock hard and ready for more of the wolf's unsatisfied body, the explorer licking her lips as she realized this was just the beginning of the ritual and she had a long night ahead of her.
"You just have to love tradition." She cooed with a sly smile.
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A couple of hours later the door to the private room open and Arctic Ikume exited with a dreamy look upon her face, she paused to wave to the black and white twin tigers whom had entered to look after the woman. The two felines returning the wave before cleaning up, the young wolf stretching before closing the door.
"Ah Miss Ikume, I trust your evening goes well."
Arctic turned to see Zachariah Smith walking down the hall towards her, the red tiger smiling pleasantly.
"It's going very well thank you Mister Smith." She replied biting her lip and frowning. "There is one thing I should ask about your rooms though."
"And what is this?" The feline frowned before stopping next the blue haired wolf.
"The people I "encounter" in my fantasies. What factor determines who I see and what they do?" Arctic asked with some interest, memories of the clubs owner and the things he did to the femme came floating back to her, making the girls tail swish a little quicker.
"I can honestly say that it's your choice for your fantasy Arctic." Zachariah explained. "Sometimes your subconscious creates characters for people you've met that you would like to interact with. Why do you ask?"
The pretty lawyer smiled and toyed with the tiger's tie.
"Was just curious." Arctic licked her lips and gave the item a light tug. "Perhaps we could find a place to discuss this some more. A place with a shower perhaps?"
"But of course." Zachariah's smile broadened and motioned the femme back down the hallway from which he came. "Anything to see the customer thoroughly satisfied."
With a spring in her step Arctic set off with the tiger in tow, two things would satisfy her now. One was a nice hot shower. Fortunately the second thing could be done within the shower and luckily the wolf had someone to do it with.
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Arctic Ikume, Black n White twin tigers (C) Arctic Sekai; Zachariah Smith and story (C) Jaffah 2011
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