Meet Me in the Meadow (Patreon)
The bustle of the forest was guided by the calls and noises of the animals within. Deep inside this lush, green paradise, there was a large area cleared away and wide open. Here, the grass was tall and reed-like. Insects buzzed around the swaying meadow landscape, waves formed by the gentle breeze causing the area to look as if it were an ocean made of emerald.
From the line of trees, a towering figure lurked. While cast in shadow and difficult to make out, the body eventually began to move forward into the clearing. As soon as sunlight grazed the new being's form, a dazzling orange and black striped coat was made out. Adorned on a towering feline's body gave way to the tiger's presence. His eyes winced slightly as the golden rays drew over his face. Thick white clouds were plentiful in the sky, and occasionally they would cover the sun, but they were constantly on the move.
One such shadow briefly fell over the meadow, allowing the big cat a slight reprieve as he continued to confidently stride out in the open. Like most individuals of the forest, he wore no clothes. His stunning body was fully in the open, broad shoulders and a thick chest tapered down to an ab rippled stomach. A thick sheath promised a large prize within and an equally proportioned ballsack hung between his toned thighs.
The grass almost came up to his waist, covering his knees as he went about his business. There was someone else that was supposed to be here, a message he had gotten earlier from the local tribe had made it very clear of when and where he should be. He kept his nose up and his ears alert. His keen eyes scanned the horizon for any potential humanoid figures but there was nothing. He began to think this odd mission was for not, until a very familiar scent came to him.
He breathed deep, acquiring the smell and double checking that he knew its source. It was about then that he heard the rapid rustle of grass reeds of a body staying low and out of sight. Clearly meant as an ambush, the newcomer wasn't very good at this sort of thing at all.
Suddenly a streak of red leaped out from the plain, diving headlong with outstretched arms for the big cat's side. The tiger simply pivoted his hips and scooped the incoming form up into his muscular hold. Cradled in the feline's arms was a cunning crimson furred fox, perhaps two-thirds as tall and a quarter of the other's mass.
"Aww! You caught me, Darren!" the fox shouted with a giggle.
"You were very easy to track, Rodney. I certainly hope you weren't trying to be sneaky," the other said with a chuckle and let his arms down to set the vulpine back on his feet. Rodney was a very peculiar type for his breed and from the tribe that he hailed from. While he was very clearly a male, he held the disposition of a female. Barely an iota of muscle was on his thin frame. He was quick and nimble, but he would never have been able to hold his own in any contest to win over a female's heart.
That seemed to fit the fox's personality very well, however, as he much enjoyed the intimate company of other males. Rodney wore no clothing, just like the tiger, though he did have a leather bag hanging from his hip, the strap coming across his small chest to stay on the opposite shoulder. Foxes were known to be fantastic scouts and messengers, which is what this one in particular was, but Darren didn't believe their rendezvous was for any particular delivery.
"I got your message, what did you want?" the tiger asked and folded his huge arms over his chest, staring down at the other male with amber eyes.
"Oh, I'm very certain you know what I want," he replied with another giggle. Rodney's voice was high pitched and feminine. There was no doubt in the tiger's mind that he could have easily passed for a girl if he tried hard enough. In a way the big cat thought it was a cruel joke for the gods to play, making a girl have a male's body.
The fox made his point known by reaching out with both paws to cup the feline's hefty sheath. A shiver ran up Darren's back and a smirk came across his lips. He let the fox do as he wanted, the two often meeting in this manner for such things. Rodney had expert paws, a gentle touch that was quick to coax the tiger's thick cock from its home. The smaller male marveled at the other's girth, watching it intently as it slipped free and out into the open. He stroked his digits across its slick surface, taking it between his palms and stroking it up and down.
"I hardly think a messenger is allowed to be so far off duty," the tiger teased playfully.
"This isn't all for pleasure, sir," Rodney said with a grin and glanced up at the bigger male. "I do have a message for you, but first, I think some enjoyment of his nice dick is in order."
His mouth settled over the tip, its size being something that he couldn't fit very far into his mouth, no matter how hard he tried. The size different between them was easy to see, as Rodney needed both paws to properly stroke the feline cock. His tongue made long, wet laps against the pink, musky surface. He loved the masculine scent that came from it, how it tinged the tip of his tongue with each pass. He took a deep breath and nuzzled his face against that pyre of flesh.
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