By The Fireside
I have traveled so far.
I've crossed mountains tall and rivers wild. I've been a whisker's length from death, cooled my paws in fountains of long-dead cities, treaded along narrow animal paths in rainy jungles. I've seen things you've never dreamed of, tasted strange fruits and met exotic furs.
But none of it compares to a night I spent on the beach of a tiny South Asian island.
It's a tiny speck of a place, too small for any cartographer to bother with. The forest is lush, and I remember wondering why I hadn't met anyone- it seemed perfectly habitable. But I paid it little mind, seeking only a place to stay the night before continuing my travels. As a wildebeest, I've always felt the strong ancestral urge to migrate, never spending long in any one place.
Having gathered some fruit, I settled on a place near the shore but well above the high-tide line. I built a fire, enjoying the blueness of the flames as the salt-soaked wood burned. So caught in staring into the flames was I that it came as a complete surprise when without so much as a cracking branch or the shush of displaced sand to warn me, company appeared.
He was tall, even to someone as large as I. His fur was a shaggy red-brown, patterned with henna and ritually scarred in dotted circles and lines, emphasizing the lean muscle cording his frame. It was nearly all visible as he wore only a short woven cloth about his waist, and the long black brush of his tail swished the still night air. A dhole, the wild dog of India.
"Please come share my fire. I hope you don't mind me being on your island... I didn't know it was inhabited." Face impassive, he nodded once and accepted my invitation to sit, sinking gracefully to the sand.
"My island. Not yours. You will leave at first light." Imposing dark gold eyes held mine. I gulped, throat suddenly dry, and nodded. "Until then, since you are here, you will entertain me. Remove," he commanded, gesturing vaguely at my clothes.
Nodding mutely, I complied... standing slowly, I rolled my hips as I unbuttoned my simple white blouse, revealing a practical bra beneath. Shrugging out of the shirt, I reached behind myself to unhook it, freeing my ample brown-furred breasts to the balmy air. Keeping up the sinuous motion, I slid out of my trousers, letting them puddle on the sand around my feet. He did say to entertain him, after all...
A look of mild interest had come into his eyes. With a curt nod, he too stood and untied the cloth from about his waist. What was revealed was an impressive sheath, clad in the same reddish fur as the rest of his body, and a heavy-looking pair of black, velvety testicles. "You will begin," he stated.
At this, I dropped to my knees, careful not to injure them- I had a lot of walking to do tomorrow, to get back to my boat- and shuffled toward him, my muzzle now on a level with his sheath. I could see the organ within it beginning to stiffen, the barest tip of red peeking from its top. I ran my tongue up, once, in a long, slobbery lick, from his balls up to that tip. He murred in approval as I continued, mouthing both orbs as I brought my short-fingered hands, with their thick nails like tiny hooves, to rub his member through its furry cover. It hardened further beneath my touch, the knot no more than a hint of a swelling at its base for now. The slim, pointed tip emerged further, so I lipped it in encouragement.
I took a moment to take in the dhole's expression. His eyes, so dispassionate moments before, were half-lidded and a little unfocused now. I pushed his shoulders gently, indicating he lie back on the sand. He did so, lying with knees spread wide and member at half-mast. I returned to my task, slurping and thoroughly lubing the increasingly large amount of doghood my attentions were revealing, crouched between his knees with my elbows on either side and head in place between his legs.
The act of bringing pleasure, of causing this stranger with his russet fur and his wild looks to lose his composure, was rapidly moistening my nether lips. I brushed the sand from one hand, preparing to plunge my thick fingers into myself, but decided that this night I would abstain and see where my explorations led.
This new prohibition in mind, I turned back to his firming cock, massaging the base beneath the now-swelling knot. Abruptly the dhole's blunt-clawed fingers were around my wrist, forcing it away. With a snarl he leapt to his knees, grabbing my shoulders hard enough to bruise and spinning me, with no more effort than one would spin a cub, to face away from him.
"Enough!" he growled, breath suddenly hot in my ear as he shoved his elbows into my hips, pinning me surely. His weight was on my back, the tight muscles of his stomach pressing against me, the heat from his body rippling through me. And I felt him shift a little, drawing his hips back-
-and then slamming into me, powerfully but slowly, pushing between my damp lips and into me, girth filling me-
stopping. And, just as forcefully, drawing back again. The dhole chuckled darkly in my ear, pleased with my tightness perhaps, before setting a pace meant perhaps to be punishing. The deep, measured strokes were indeed causing me to moan and rock back against him, grinding and lowing pathetically, and he laughed again in genuine delight. Continued, getting slower... and shallower... barely even in me at all...
"You," he began, timing each word deliberately with a light thrust, to be sure he had my attention, "invaded my island. I wanted to teach you a lesson by invading your island, but you're enjoying it! Do I continue such a useless punishment?" He hovered, tip of his raging, fully-engorged erection teasing my clit.
"Yes! It's... awful! Really bad! I might cry if you keep going, and I'll never come back to your island!" I begged, trying to edge backward enough to impale myself again.
Noticing this, he clamped surprisingly rough jaws onto my neck, and without another moment's warning, plowed into me, breaking into the shallow, rapid thrusts of every canine. It was feral, almost painful, wild mating, his teeth digging into the base of my neck where my mane started, hips pounding erratically, thick doghood pounding into me, heavy balls thudding against my thigh. With a low, rough moan of delight, I came, clutching and spasming around him, and he dug his teeth still deeper. Blood welling from the wound, the dhole arched his back, pulling back on my hips to push himself deeper. With an audible slurp, the knot ballooned and caught inside me, tying us together. Another few humping, small thrusts as he rode the end of my orgasm, and at last his release came, his cock twitching deep within me, flooding me with heat and peculiar fullness.
He collapsed, sated, his full weight on my back, and I too allowed myself to relax, lying in a tangled heap on the still-warm sand. Panting softly.
"When you say you'll never come back..." he begins, after a long pause.
"I could, perhaps, find my way here. Once in a while. Nothing set in stone, you understand."
"Of course."
"Of course."