Wolfhunter
Wolfhunter.Txt - M/F/m - Human, Wolfling/cub - January 03, 2004
A hunter's tail - based on a story by Paul Lucas
by SwampRat
(cl) 2004 - Gay Furry Association
The hunter growled.. He hated this - hated hunting, hated killing. But it gave him coins to tempt the pretty maids... None had ever taken him up on his half-drunk offers, but he tried his best anyway. His father was the hunter. The killer of animals. He had the talent - just not the will. It was uncanny how the infirm, the sick, the old found him - as if knowing he would end their suffering quickly... Which he always did.
It was cool but not cold for fall, and he was tracking a wolf. Wolves were scarce since they had almost been wiped out by over zealous farmers and nobles wanting a wolf pelt.. He had to laugh - there was no way it would stink more than they did. Ah - they had a den. He grimaced at what that entailed... Cubs. Damn! A cub without a mother would die a much worse death than the thrust of a knife. Steeling himself he tried to get in the hole - not even.
Off with the jacket. Still too tight. Shirt, leggings - he kept his boots on, didn't want to be completely naked. He found he could just push in, the soil a little hard from the frost. The tunnel was shallow and opened up to a long, spacious den with air holes made by tree roots. It was a very old hole, probably made by ice and water then added to by generations of animals. It also brought in some light as the sun had not gone to bed yet.
There they were, a female and a young male. He sighed softly.. She was thin, obviously the sheep she had taken was the first meal in some time. He tossed the pouch of dried meat he kept both for snacking and for bribes - easier to remove a trap from a paw when their muzzles were busy with something else. A paw reached out and tool the pouch, the amber eyes never leaving the brown ones of the man as she chewed the meat slowly, then faster, tossing some to the cub who gnawed on it but his teeth were still not fully formed, so he sucked the salt off, murring.
The cub watched the male, smelled him, knew what a weapon was without having to have seen one before. He wondered if this would be his new father. Mother hadn't taken another after he had been born, and this one was much bigger and stronger than any of the others he had seen.. Or was he meat - there was a lot of it on the body, and he wasn't picky - not after eating all the roots and leaves he had been chewing on the last days!
The female took the offering, knowing what the man was here for. Food was scarce, and the animal was old, hardly worth taking - but she also had a cub to feed and she would do whatever she had to.. That included what she did next. Still keeping her eyes on the man she moved forward, touching his shivering body. She knew where his eyes had moved on her, she was enough female to entice, enough wolf to be exotic.. One paw pushed the knife to one side, the other stroked his leg, moving upwards to where a familiar heat awaited..
The hunter bumped his head on the 'ceiling'...
"Hey!"
He admitted to himself the female was something else.. Firm full breasts, hips furred but still very female. He didn't notice it in his forebrain but his 'animal' one was keenly aware of her scent. How it changed, how her body moved as she ate the strips of meat. The hardwiring was already sending signals to his body, to reply in kind... It was still a shock when her paw touched him intimately. Blood rushed to his face, making it turn pink, while still more was trapped in his stiffening member.. Which got painfully hard as the 'fingers' touched then caressed it.
Nerveless fingers dropped the knife as a warm, wet tongue slid across his cock for the first time since that ewe... But that is another story. A gasp as another found his balls, a small muzzle tugging one in to suck and bite on. The little one's teeth were sharp as needles but he only chewed lightly.. Then the other one was swallowed, a pair of small paws caressing the now wet one. He tried to move, to do something - this was perversion of the worst kind! But another muzzle engulfed his dick and all he could do is moan and grip the fur of the female who sucked him so expertly he came in minutes. Fell onto his back, guided by firm paws to lay and pant.. Then scream as the cub engulfed his cock-tip, gnawing and sucking on it..
The wolfling female may be small but she was strong and held the man down as her son bit less and sucked more, stroking what wouldn't fit into his muzzle. He was weaning, but he was also curious.. Mother did it, other males did it... So now he did it. And found he liked it. The salty flavor, the feeling of skin giving as he bit down, the smell of rutting male. He could only get a little down his throat but it was enough as the male gave him some 'milk' - not much but enough to warm him.. He kept on sucking gently until he was made to give up his 'nipple'. Whimpering in protest, he moved when his mother gave him a stern look.. But it also promised he could have more - later.
The hunter gasped and dug his fingers into the dirt. No barmaid had ever so much as touched him like this, let alone used their mouth! The whimper made him move a hand to the cute wolf head and scritch the little ears.. He had to laugh.. Not weaned, and hungry for anything that could be milked, eh? Despite himself he fell asleep, feeling the female move over him.
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Awoke to find a warm blanket covering him.. So it was a dream, then. Too bad. He wasn't sure he wanted his virginity taken by a wolfling but it was better than nothing. Rubbed the fur, wondering which pelt it was he had grabbed.. It felt like wolf but was smoother, and there was a spot that rubbed his erection very erotically. It tickled, caressed.. Bit him? Hides don't have teeth! He jerked, eyes popping open as his length was engulfed by the cub. The female was draped over him, her nipples pressed into his chest in a very erotic way.. The little one was lying between his legs, rubbing a soft belly on his balls while sucking on his dick, swallowing it, biting on it, paws stroking the throbbing shaft to get the cream he wanted.
It didn't take as long, and was quite a muzzleful, the cub pulling back to suck on the head, loving the salty taste, gulping all he could coax out. Held it in his mouth, sucking softly, not full but not hungry either. Let it go to nuzzle the thatch of fur that smelled so spicy.. He licked it, the shaft and the still fat balls, wishing he was bigger so he could get both in at the same time. Contented himself to sucking on them one at a time.
Got shooed away when mother awoke, but this time he only moved to a warmer spot and watched his mother mate the male, feeling a little jealous - he wanted that cock under his tail! Sighed as he knew it would barely fit in his muzzle... He would have to wait.
The female moaned as she took her new mate inside her hot tight hole. He had brought food. Mated with her. Mated with her cub. Now he was taking her as a female.. True, she was on top - but it didn't matter. Long as the mating was consummated, it was binding - as many a drunk wolfling found out when he awoke to another male lying beside him. No longer a virgin the human screamed into the furry breasts shoved into his face as he exploded, passing out again.
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Woke again to find himself in his own bed, naked and sweating. Found a familiar pair of lips slipping over his morning erection.. Son wanted breakfast. Got it too, in hot spurts the cub drank down with such a will he got seconds.
'Growing like a weed..'
Kept the cock in his muzzle until it went limp, murring and caressing the fat balls. Got growled at by mother who had food ready.. But knew he could get the man off, eat half the stewpot and still want to chew on a sweetroot. She had decided that night she was going to have the human. Her son agreed he was the best mate for them. She had carried his limp body, her cub the clothing he had brought, back to his abode - a 2 room hut the hunter had built when his father passed away. Meat was scarce but enough to make the vegetables palatable. They had stuffed themselves on stew, slept with the human, had passionate sex with him when he awoke. Kept him in his back for 4 days straight.
Somehow he managed to get washed, dressed and made his way to town to let them know the wolf would not bother any more livestock. They looked at his complexion and smelled the feral scent that lingered on him and were very happy to give him the silver coins with no questions - it must have been an epic struggle to keep him away for 5 days and to return in this condition.
Animals still disappeared but it was blamed on weather and broken fences.. Animals still sought out the man when they wanted to die.
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Spring came with tales of a wolfling who seduced the young males off so they livestock could be plundered.. More than usual did seem to disappear, but only a few more. And the lads quickly shut their yaps when they learned that the adults were thinking of putting the hunter on the trail.. He may look like a wolf on 2 legs but he sucked like a hungry lamb and had a tighter tail-hole than anything they were used to! And in late summer another, smaller cub visited them.. Unable to take it under the tail as yet, he was much hungrier than his brother, and many a lad had to beg off giving just a little more to the weaning cub who begged so pitifully - and sucked their balls dry - when he wasn't munching on them as well.
When females came, they were on pairs. Mother had 2 spigots, but father only one so they learned to share, sleeping with a nut in each muzzle while an older brother - and sometimes mother - sucked his cock. Of course the man had to keep up with the demands as best eh could, spending more time in bed and less out hunting - the chores being done by his sons.
As the old and weak were culled, the livestock became healthier and more plentiful, which mean more lads had to be gotten from other villages to tend to the crops and animals. Some married women and settled down. Others mated the wolflings, and settled in the forest.
So the hunter lived happily - not quite. Just because his sons and daughters were grown and moved away, had cubs of their own - some getting human females who wanted more than a farmboy had to offer - didn't mean all he had to do was mate with his wife... Every new cub had to brought over to be shown off. More wolflings had heard of the place and came to see for themselves. Some stayed on, and mated with the hunter, who was finding being an alpha male very hard on the balls. His cock had more teeth marks than any of the females nipples, but he still had to laugh as a new father found out his cub was weaning - or just wanting something to chew on - the hard way.
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And thus was the tale told to me.. Hey - watch the teeth.. I only have one of those, you know...
The End.. ?