From Friends To Mates
*NOTE: I used a different style for this story. This my first attempt at this style of writing. The last scene is not as graphiclly detail like other stories I have written.
From Friends to Mates
The sun peeks in through the trees of the Cambrian Forest. The gaint Pusk Trees are home to the Cambrian tribe. This tribe of people are made of mainly anthropromorphic animals that have inhabited the forest since the beginning. Not many human come into the forest, some fearing the "animal people" that live in the forest, but there is no need to fear them. The Cambrians are just like normal people wanting to be friends and share ideas. There are even some humans who where taken in and given a home when they where unable to find a place to stay. But they disappeared leaving the forest to the it's natives. The forest was humanless for many years. In on particular community on the east part of the forest, a young human boy named Art was recently taken in. He was found alone and hungry near the edge of the forest. He was taken in by Matt a blue furred wolf who lives by himself. He has given Art food and clothing. Art is now the only known human in ther forest.
Matt is a bit of a warrior but a peaceful one. He does not fight often but will defend himself when he has to. Since he picked up, Art, Matt has been extra protective of him. He has even helped Art learn how to defend himself in case any thing was to try to bother him. This makes Art very happy knowing that Matt cares for him.
At this time Matt is the first to awaken in the tree that he and Art live in. Matt yawns strecthing and baring his teeth as he rises up from the small bed. He looks around seeing that Art is still sleeping. He moves over to him and rubs Art's head with a smile. He slips away from Art's bed. Matt slips on his loin cloth covering himself. His stomach growls lightly. He blushes a litte and looks to see if Art has awaken yet. Not Yet. He feels that he should go out and get some breakfast wanting to get it before Art wakes up. He grabs his knife and some heavy string.
Matt leaves the tree, climbing down the wooden ladder to the forest floor. It's cool and there is no wind. The sun is still low in the sky but positioned enough where there is just enough light to see. Matt leaves the village heading out toward the near by river in hope of catching few fish before any more of the early rise villager see that he is gone and come looking for him like they tend to do alot.
The river water is calm. No rainstroms have came through to make the river water run faster than normal. Matt slips into the cool water. He swims out to the deeper part of the river and starts to look for fish. He stands up on a large rock and unsheaths his knife. He spots a fish and dives in after it. He hooks the fish by the tail on the up curved tip of the knife. It's a good medium sized fish. He surfaces and strings the fish by it's gills to his waist. Matt then dives under and catches three more. A fourth fish slips away from him. Satisfied with the catch he heads back home, his fur soaking wet.
He slips back into the village, which is still quiet. He climbs up the ladder and back into his tree. sliding quietly pass the cloth sheet that blocks the cool air from entering the tree. He sees that Art is still sleep. He then slides back out of the tree and goes back down to the forest floor and walks over to a large stone with a small opening in the front of it. Inside this stone is the red-orange glow of smoldering wood. Matt smiles and adds some wood to the stone oven until it starts a nice gentle fire. While oven heats up, Matt removes the scales from the fish and then stakes them on wood skewers and sticks then in the oven. The smell of fresh roasting fish fills the village as Matt waits for the fish to get done.
While he waits, the other villagers arise from their trees, smelling the fish cooking in the village oven. One of them is Matt's good friend Lei, a Bobcat who has always helped Matt in tough situations. Lei smiles and sits at the base of the tree near Matt. He is not interested in the fish.
"Good Morning Matt." Lei said followed by a yawn.
"Morning, Lei." Matt replied. "Don't tell me you want some fish."
" No. I'm just here to keep you company until Art comes down." Lei said. "How is the boy anyway?"
"He's fine." Matt said turning the fish over. "He's learned alot since he's lived with me."
Lei smirk and chuckles. "Well he learned from the person who was taught by the best of the village."
"No one taught me anything. I learned on my own. I simply asked for advice." Matt said. "I've told you that a hundred times."
Like always, Matt is ready to crush the smaller Bobcat but holds himself back and turns the fish over again. He sighs and looks around seeing that no one else is around. He figures that everyone else is still inside their tree sleeping or doing what ever they do to keep busy.
"Even after all these years I refuse to believe that you are self taught." Lei said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well believe what you want." Matt said taking the fish out of the oven. He smiles at Lei and heads up to his tree leaving Lei behind.
As he enters the tree, Matt notices that Art is starting to wake up. He smiles big and sets the hot fish next to Art. Matt sits on the floor. Art wakes up with a yawn strecthing his arms. He looks to see the steaming fish. He gasp and looks over to Matt.
"Matt? Did you cook these." Art asked.
"Yes I did. I just caught them not too long ago." Matt said with a smile. "Fell free to eat some."
"Thank you Matt." Art said. He picks two of the fish and goes back to the tree.
Lei look over to Matt. "You two are the best of friends."
"Yeah, it's like that." Matt said.
Matt picks up his fish and goes into the tree. Inside he find Art eating his fish slowly and carefully. Matt smiles and sits next to Art. He also eat his fish but not as carefully as Art is. Art seems to be mindful of the bones. He constant pics his teeth of any small bones that mey have gotten stuck in between his teeth.
Art licks his lips finishing one. He immediatly starts on another. Some of the juice from the fish drips down to the floor as Art eats his fish. The smell of the fish wants him to devoure the fish in a few seconds but he knows that fish have bones and he does not want to get jabbed by one. Matt can't help but smile seeing his best friend eat the fish, looking so happy.
Matt starts to his second fish removing the skewer. He takes a bite out of the fish, savoring the flavor of the meat and juices. He wags his tail in delight, but then a thought comes across his mind. Matt starts to wonder if Art would be his mate. He feels that they are close enough as friends to be mates. They have shares alot of things with each, some deep and personal things too. He shrugs it off to save it for later. It's not a good time to bring something like that up. Not while they are eating.
Art eats his fish slowly and human like. He savors the unique flaovr wondering how fish so good can be found out there. It's better than the fish at the human fish market back in his home town. He smiles as he fishes the second fish. His belly stuffed like a Turkey. He wipes his mouth and looks over to Matt who has finished both his fish.
"You know, Matt I've been thinking." Art said. "Since have been treating me so nicely since I've been here, I was think that I would like to stay with you for life. I don't want to go back to the town I'm from, since I've thought about going to see my friends and family there."
"Well when I found you, I know it would the right thing, if I took you in and gave you food and shelter." Matt said. "As you see we are like family here in this village." Matt smiles seeing where this is possibly going.
"Yes it's much like family here, but some of the villagers think we are mates." Art said.
Matt rubs his head. "Art.. I want to ask you if want to to be my mate." Matt said. "I'm alone in this village. I have no one to hold on to. No one to talk to, like this. No one to love me."
Art smiles and hugs Matt. He nuzzles up in Matt's warm fur. Matt hugs him back seeing that they are bonding together. He sees that his thoughts where true. Art does love him. This makes Matt even happier. He holds art close and lick his forehead making Art giggle a little. Then Matt feels something poking him. He looks down to see Art's little human erection poking his belly. He stops hugging Art and lays him on the bed. He leans over and lick Art's cock. Art twitches alittle having not felt such a feeling before. Matt starts licking the cock gently. He murrs lowly and smiles as Art moans softly.
Matt then slips his muzzle over the cock. His warm breath, hovering arounud the cock, making Art moan some more. He suckles on the cock. He starts to slowly bod on the Art, hearing his soft moans. Matt's dream is starting to take place the one thing he always dreamed of: having a mate to love. Matt suckler on the cock avoiding any contact to it with his teeth. Art moans in delight. He rubs Matt's head aand smiles as his body gets a little tense. Then he moans highly and arches his back sending a burst off his human cum into Matt's muzzle quickly than Matt excepted. Matt swallows down the cum almost choking.
Art smiles. "Sorry."
Matt looks up at Art taking his cum filled muzzle off Art. "It's OK, Art." Matt said. He rubs Art's head his cock limbing out of his sheath. He looks at Art's butt, staring at the tight human tail hole. He leans over and licks around the pucker. Art, again, moans softly.
Matt lick the tail hole getting it nice and wet. He murrs lowly and his cock stiffens at the thought of taking Art. He stops licking and then looks at Art. He smiles and pokes at Art with his cock. Art stares at Matt.
"Umm , I'm not sure about this." Art said not want to upset Matt.
Matt smiles abit, now thinking that he did makes a fast move there. "I understand. I did move a little fast." He then back off of Art and lays next to him.
Art smiles abit and lays back on the bed. He looks at the ceiling and then over to Matt. As he looks into Matt's eyes, a feeling of electricity seems to zip through Art's body. He giggles a little bit and then turns looks back at the ceiling. Matt stares at Art abit wonder what's going on and why Art just starting giggling for no reason. Art looks at Matt again and starts giggling. Matt pouts a little.
"What's funny, Art?" Matt asked.
"You." Art said with a smile. "It's just that when I look at you I get this weird feeling inside me. It's hard to explain but it's makes me giggle as you see." Art giggles a little more.
"I see." Matt said. "Someting must be the air." Matt gets up and looks around. He wonders if the folktale of the "Giggle Bug" is coming true. He's heard the story that when two people of the same gender fallin love, the "Giggle Bug" comes and makes on of the giggle constantly. It's just a folktale though. "If it was true then why is it just happening." He thinks. He shakes his head and goes back over to Art.
"Some thing on your mind, Matt?" Art asked as Matt sitts down next to him.
"How about we go to the Lake and go for a swim?" Matt asked. "We could dive for treasure there." Matt goes over to his bed and grabs his knife. and strap it to his side.
"Yeah that would be fun." Art said. He gets up and strecthes out. He stands next to Matt holding his arm lovingly.
They leave the tree house and head north to the lake. The lake that they are going to is called Lake Hyija or Crystal Waters. The water is so pure that one could drink it's water straight from the lake. It's crystal clear and you can see straight down to the bottom in the more shallow parts. The deepest part of the lake is rumored to be about 120 feet deep. Also rumors have it that there is an underwater cave that leads to a hidden lake with in the lake, but no one has dared to dive down and see if it's true. Lake Hyija while yet beautiful, it's mysterious.
Art and Matt arrive at the lake seeing that none of the other villagers are at the shoreline. It's peaceful at this time. The cool off lake wind, tickles them. They walk over to the shoreline and stare out at the lake. Matt stands slightly behind Art. He grins thinking of an idea. He tip toes over to Art and then pushes Art deeper into the water. Art falls into the water making quite a splash. He looks back to Matt laughing. Art shakes his head and then walks back to Matt. He then drags Matt Down into the water with him. Art laughs a little seeing Matt all wet.
"You got me, Art." Matt said.
" Yeah. The water feels great." Art said.
"Yes, it's nice." Matt said. "Do you want to go out a little deeper?"
"Sure." Art said. He follows Matt out further into the lake.
Matt leads Art out so far that there feet no longer touch the bottom. He keeps going out and then stops. He look down in the water and spots the red flag he placed on the bottom to mark his claim for treasure. Matt looks at Art.
Both slip under the water and head down to the bottom of the lake to look for treasure. The lake is still shallow about 20 feet deep where they are. There a few fish swimming around that just casually move out the way as Matt and art pass by. Matt and Art probe around in the sand lookings for anything that my be have some value if they take it back to the village. They go back to the surface to get a fresh breath of air and then slip back under.
A few hours later, they return to the shore both holding a gem in there hands. Matt holds a blue gem and Art with a red one. They sit on the shore watching the sun set. The temperature drops a little. They start a little camp fire to stay warm as they dry off from their dive. Both of them are happy with there find. Still alone, the two of them are nude waiting for their Loin cloth to dry so they can return to the village and not get sick. The sky slowly grows dark as the sunsets leaving the orange-red glow of the camp fire behind to get them light.
Matt looks over to Art , who is admiring his new found gem. Matt takes a look at his gem and then eyes Art again. He reach over and pulls Art close to him. He hugs him tightly. Art giggles feeling Matt's warm body against his. The fire in front of them burning with low crackling. The sky is clear, not a cloud in sight. A full moon hangs over them like a new "silver dollar" giving the night sky some light for the travelers they are passing over the thin part of the forest miles away to the east. The stars shine brightly with the moon looking like little light bulbs in mass black-blue wonder know as the sky.
While hugging, Art, Matt notices that his sheath his right in between Art's but cheeks. He murrs lowly feeling his sheath being lightly squeezed by Art. His member slips out of the sheath. Art looks back to see what is touching his butt. He finds Matt and his partail erection in between his butt cheeks. He smiles and scoots down so that Matt's member is touching the face of his tail hole.
"Art?" Matt questions blinking a few times.
"This is the answer to your statement eariler today about us being mates." Art said. "There is only one way to officalize over mateship now. Our friendship over the months has brought us this far."
"Yes. You are right. This is the only thing left to do." Matt said. He then holds Art close to him and slowly sinks him down onto his member. He licks Art sweetly murring lowly his tail wagging behind him.
From friends to Mates. Too caught up in a heat of passion to even get any lasting foreplay. Just pure mating. How it's done in the old times and now here in the forest.
The mating continues as the two made love underneath the moon and the stars, no one around to her the low moans of passion that filled the night air around the lake. The camp fire dims down as it starts to burn it self out adding a higher sense of security. Adding more fuel to the flames of passion that have already begun to roar like a raging Lion warrior. The air fills with more moans and cries of passion.
Belly to back bumps, the touching of human skin against the soft wolf fur happening over and over again. Art rock back onto Matt, squeezing on Matt's member maintain a the tightness at hand wanting it to last longer and longer. Backs arched. Muscles tighten as this heated passion continues to flare.
The slow and steady motions of pushing and pulling. A sight to see. It's like a slow moving steam train. Art wanted Matt and Matt wanted Art. The cool of the night surrounds them but does not stop the flames at work. It does not stop the dance they started even without the music playing.
Bodies wiggle and squirm as the flames of passion roar in it's climax of heighten proportions unlike any other before. The moans become greater as the climax reaches the top it's peak.
Matt sows his thick warm wolf seed into Art tying his sowing with a knot. He strokes Art until he squirts too. A completed mating session with flames they seem to reach into sky, higher than high. Burning hotter than the camp fire.
Now a union has formed. Matt with Art. The only thing left to do is to wait for the knot that has them bound together from mating to untie, but yet why untie when you can make it last for as long as the body can hold it. What left is to rest up.
Both Matt and Art fall asleep tied toghter from the heated mating. Morning will come, that is when the first day of a deeper relationship starts. A new period in time that marks a first time in many years that such a relationship has happen. A first being that it's two males.
The End