Getting a treat...
#3 of Short stories
Well I am just using the site to type this up, so it won't be nearly as long as my other stories. And it won't be spell checked so it will probably have spelling errors and punctuation problems... I hope this turns out.
Well enjoy my real typing and just see how many errors I can make before the end of it :P Also I am aiming to have this go for awhile... length wise anywho. If anything I hope it turns out to be at least 2 or 3 pages long but that is doubtful.
Rules: If you are not age appropriate (18+) don't read this, it is Adult themed and people who read this is doing so of their own free will.
This story contains M/Solo, Anthropomorphic character, and a Fetish. If you don't like Male only stories or if you are disgusted by self service scenes please turn away now. Thank you for reading this...
You may now proceed :P
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Slowly a bead of sweat dripped from his brow, the moon light shining upon his form. The dark embers of the withered fire lay at his feet; ash was all that it left behind like a bad memory needing forgotten. With a last deep breath and a jagged howl, the wolf fell to his knees in defeat as tears began to gush down his neck soaking his shirt collar. As his howl died out so did his strength to go on, his only meaning in life lost to the fires of hell which burned out awhile ago. His mind blank, his body limp, the only thought was a single memory of a tiger floating around behind his eyes as if telling him it was alright. To go on and show the world he could stand once more and be proud, but in the end all he did was lay upon the lookwarm ashes that once held everything for him in life.
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slowly a paw gripped a piece of paper and laid it between the pages of a book that rested in the other paw, with a sigh and a stretch the book was put to rest upon an oak table. "Well that book definitly has some interesting qualities, I truely wonder if he will find meaning again. Or if he is gonna lay there and wither just like the ashes he is upon." Slowly the canine gripped a mug handle and lifted it up, taking what seemed a sip from it for most people before setting it back down on a purple coaster. "Well... I should head off to work before I am late." His voice a light tone for his species.
Stripping down to nothing the canine stood infront of a full-size mirror, his paws rubbing up and down his chest and abdomen as he admired his physique. Being a wolf had benifits in all the right places, at least in his minds-eye, especially in his generation where most furs threw defintion out the window. Sure he was a little vain about himself, and sure he knew alot of other furs disliked that type. But to him he only wanted to admire what others found attractive about him.
His paws slid down his chest, over his nipples and lower across the six pack that made his fur fluff out where it creased. Shuddering at the sensation he gave himself, the wolf found that special spot between his legs. His mind hazed with pleasurable desire as he felt tension building in his loins, the focus of work drifted further and further into the recessive part of his mind. "So good..." The only words he could make as moans rolled out of his throat and off his tongue.
A small voice in his head spoke softly as it tried making itself heard over his lust filled desires. "Stop... get ready... work..." Those words were crushed to pulp as he threw himself onto the bed; the blankets giving way to his wieght as they bunched up under him. His tail jerking back and forth betwen his legs as he glanced down and watched his own member slide further and further out of its fur covered cocoon. "There you are... nice to see you again." A smirk across his muzzle as he relished in the rediculous behavior he was showing. Slowly the hunk of meat pushed it's way up along his pelvic region to rest below his naval. "Aw... is that all your going to grow today? Well looks like I need to improvise." His voice full of eagerness as his tongue licked his chops; drool already filling his mouth as he watch pre bubble out of the tip.
With little to no hesitation, the wolf sat up and began leaning forward so his muzzle closed the gap between his drooling maw and dripping member. Moments passed and he was already feeling the strain on the lower portion of his spine, the thick red rocket twitching only a few centimeters from his lips as he breathed deep of his own musky scent. Lashing his tongue out upon his velvety rod; a quick moan escaped his muzzle before it was filled with a portion of his length. His teeth sent shivers up his aching spine as they scraped along his throbbing shaft. With his semi-rough tongue lathering the invader in a mixture of saliva and pre; the wolf started to shift his weight backwards making himself roll onto his upper shoulder area. The new position took some strain of his spine as he worked more inches into his muzzle. His nose only an inch or so from his sheath as he started to feel and see his knot inflate just below the furry cocoon. His mind was a mess of need and lust as he felt the urge to engulf his entire maleness and lock himself in a "knot" for the next twenty minutes or so. Most of his mind screamed for the thought to become reality, but a small portion screamed for the opposite as it knew what could happen.
The wolf felt his knot bloat some more as it began to push itself out of the tight sheath and near his lips, pre already coated every inch of his maw and throat. His final decision drove him down (or up) upon his last few inches of throbbing wolf-hood. Within that last second he felt the tip push deep into his throat as his knot filled out the space behind his teeth locking him in a ball position for the next half hour.
Nothing could describe his pleasure as he felt that first wave of pleasure before the actual storm, his body tensed up. The blood boiled in his loins as his bulb filled out more in his muzzle, and his orbs heaved their contents up his urethra and into his mouth. His tail had begun to wag faster as cum exploded into his throat, the salty taste coaxed it's way upon his tongue trapped beneath his length. His body conculvsed as he milked himself for every drop, none escaped as he finally rolled onto his side where he lay "knotted" to his knot.
Minutes passed and his bulb still held firm behind his teeth, his mind returning to working condition as he realized what time it was. "Crap... I am so gonna be late for work again. I wonder if the boss will be happy to see me or if he will be mad?" His thoughts put a smile on his muzzle as he began to grin to his best extent. "Oh well at least I got a treat for my hard work..."
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Fin~
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Well I hope you all enjoy this... it was a quick type up and all so it aint my best work. I just felt like writing somthing to get my mind stable for another story which will be a suprise ;)
As to if there is a sequal who knows... I am already working on a series if you have read any of my other stories. But if this gets a good review mabey I will throw another part to you all and perhaps you can see his boss which will be a male of course...
I would like your oppinons on what should happen? Should there be a sequal what furry would you like in it (wolf stays of course :P) and should he go to work or call in? Well after he deflates ;)
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed my little story.