Nature is Very Strange - Chessy Love Story Experiment
It's been quiet a while since I did a furry themed story and decided to make an attempt at something different. Don't laugh, I'm very rusty at this. Few mistakes might be still be here, but it's hard to edit from a phone screen. I'll fix it later.
A young adult timber wolf tribesmen sat quietly on brace of an old weeping willow tree that grew very close to a river his tribe used as a source of water and fishing.
The young adult wasn't alone, for there curled up, sleeping peacefully and with a glowing smile on her muzzle with her head on his lap, was a teenaged fox vixen of the local mountain fox tribes.
The wolf tribesmen unconsciously stroked the red and orange fur around her face and she cooed happily as he did so.
'Why did she do this to me?' The wolf tribesmen pondered to himself as he sat there on the willow branch. 'Was it revenge for me raping her that one day or was it something else? Why do I love her and why dose she love me?' He was very confused and trying to organize his thoughts as the vixen slept peacefully on his lap.
It all started last fall, his tribe was getting ready for the fall mating ritual and now that he was of age, he would be allowed to compete for a mate. However, he had a disadvantage that he learned later on, would be held against him in finding a mate. Unlike the other competing males, he was very small in size compared to the other males who toward above him in both size and muscle mass. By our standards, he looked like pencils necked nerd competing with the campus football jocks.
The available females held this against him, it didn't matter that he was exceptionally smart and learned to be ingenuitive to compensate for his size. Where the other males used spears to hunt fish, he crafted a net and caught four times as much fish as the big brutes did with their spears. Where the other males chased down and ambushed wild game with spear and numbers, he setup snares and traps. Unlike the brutes who often comeback exhausted and tired from the hunt with weaker game, he would bring back a large bull moose and plenty of meat.
Did any of this mater to the available females? Sadly, it did not and they often told him, in their own way, to get lost and or that he was puny. Every female he attempted to court, would growl at him if not outright ignore him as their attentions were locked on the big brutes who were looking and competing for heavyset females. It is a shared tribal belief among the males, that the heavier the female, the better chances of sons being born. In a nutshell, chubby females birthed sons, skinny females birthed daughters.
There was a cruel joke told about him in that because his mother a chubby when his father bred her, he was conceived a son but when she lost all her weight when she gave birth, he was born a daughter. This joke was used to explain why he was so small.
His theory on the other hand, is that his father wasn't his real father. He knew that sons looked like their fathers, but he had seen his own face many times in the river and he looked nothing like his. He suspected that because the fur around his ears had a touch of red, his real father is a western red wolf. It was not unheard of in rouge red wolf males to ambush and rape female Timberwolves. How his mother was bred by one, was still a mystery to him, if it was indeed true that is.
Frustrated in being rejected by the tribes females, he ran off into the woods alone to vent his rage. He snarled angrily, picked up and threw stones at trees, he even started hurting himself in banging his head hard on tree trunks. He fought back tears and tried not to lose control of his emotions, only females cried and he wasn't a female.
Eventually his wandering in the woods brought him close to the mountain fox territory. The mountain foxes were considered inferior to Timberwolves and were claimed to all be cowards and thieves. There is even horror stories told to young pups about mountain foxes who abducted and sacrificed timber wolf pups who ventured too far away from the tribes camp. The truthfulness behind any such story was skeptical at best, mountain fox avoided Timberwolves as much as possible and the last thing they wanted, were a pack of angry timber wolf warriors coming after them.
It wasn't long until he happened across a teenaged vixen who was out foraging for wild mice and shrews. The mountain foxes considered mice and shrews to be a delicious treat, so it wasn't uncommon to see pups and teenagers out hunting for them.
The rejection from the tribes females was still hurting him and that pain turned into malevolent desire to hurt someone else. The echoing insults from the other males joking he wasn't a male himself hurt him exceptionally worse.
'I'll show you whose a male and whose not!' He snarled in his mind as his gaze locked dangerously on the unaware vixen and giving into a primal rage, he attacked. He tackled the vixen, overpowering her, he wrestled her and pined her to the ground. He made sure to take hold and clamp her muzzle shut with one hand, so as it prevent her from screaming out for help.
"I'll show you whose a male you worthless bitch!" He growled angrily into her ear as he kept a tight lockdown on her body with one arm and her muzzle clamped shut with the other. The vixen tried desperately to cry out, but all she was able to do was high pitched whines through her nose. She fought him with all her strength but he was too strong for her. Eventually she gave up and started weeping, she knew she was powerless against him and surrendered.
He then took this on cue to relax his hold and roll her over. He wanted to look her in the eyes when he defiled her, he wanted to see for himself that she understood he was a male and not a female. She didn't fight him and allowed him to roll her over, she knew what was going to happen next and spread her legs to allow him penetrate her willingly. He positioned himself, reached down with one hand, took hold of his shaft and guided it between her legs.
When he felt the lips of her loins touch his tip, he forced himself inside with a single hard thrust. She winched hard as he did so, no doubt she was untouched and that the penetration hurt her. She then whimpered as he aggressively started thrusting himself in and out, each time his knot slammed hard into the lips of her loins and it wasn't long until she was stretched out enough to be knotted.
In his minds eye, he wasn't raping a mountain fox vixen, he was instead raping each and everyone of the females of his tribe who rejected him so cruelly, never once acknowledging that he is the superior hunter and a better choice then those worthless brutes who ate more then they could catch. It was him who fed the tribe, it was him who saved the tribe that one winter in bringing home a bull moose he caught in his snare and that it was him who ensured no one went hungry. How dare they reject him!
Just then the vixen slowly opened her eyes and when her gaze met his, something unexpected happened. The hatred and rage he was channeling into raping her had suddenly vanished. No longer was he seeing the terrified face of each female who rejected him, all he was seeing now was the vixens two beautiful Amber colored eyes.
Her eyes suddenly glowed with an aura of desire as they dilated in arousal upon looking into his. His on the other hand, betrayed the sudden fear and guilt he was now feeling. Unexpectedly, she reached up with one hand and brushed the fur around his muzzle and face. Her body temperature greatly increased and from between her legs, he felt a strange warm wetness that bathed the shaft of his penetrating male hood. Without question, she had suddenly gone from fearful surrender to lustful accepting of him.
She moved her hand down, took hold of his rump and started to pull his hips into herself with a rhythmic motion. She was wanting him to resume and despite his sudden change in mood, he did so, but unlike before, it was very different now.
She locked her legs tightly around him, a common gesture when a female is accepting her male and wanted to be bred by him. She didn't stop there, she then locked her arms tightly around him and more or less forced him to the ground with her. She moaned passionately as he resumed thrusting in and out of her, warmth of her body was intense and he could feel her heart beat fast and hard in her chest as it was pressed up hard against his.
Her breasts pressed hard into his chest and he could feel her harden nipples penetrating his fur and rubbing up against his flesh. 'What is she doing to me?' He questioned himself and almost as if he wasn't in control of his actions, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to himself and quickened his thrusting with intense desire and force.
She moaned with intense passionately with single gasps as his male hood assaulted her very slick and hot loins. The desire quickly built to the point he couldn't hold it much long and with a savage thrust, he embedded his knot deep inside her. She let out a loud fox cry as he did so, but it wasn't a cry of distress, it was a cry of passion a female gives when she climaxes from mating.
He let out a few hard grunts as he spilt his seed inside her. He could tell from the spasming he was feeling around his embedded knot, she had accepted his seed and that her womb was greedily drinking it. He had bred her, but no fruit would ever come from it. Foxes and wolves cannot produce pups, however, that doesn't mean they cannot enjoy the mating.
The vixen muttered something in the fox tongue, a langue he didn't understand but what it translated was, "You're so thick, it hurts so good!"
Normally at this point, a male who had just finish spilling his seed, would fall asleep with his mate in his embrace and wait out the mating lock. However, slept was the last thing he wanted, for all he was thinking about now, was mountain fox warriors sudden appearing out of nowhere to exact vengeance upon him for what he did. The consequence for rape in his tribe was being publicly castrated and executed by having your throat torn open by the teeth of the vengeful male whose female you defiled. He could only imagine what penalty foxes had in practice for rape.
The vixen purred happy fox purrs as she hold him and lovely rubbed her neck up against his. He couldn't understand why she was doing this, he had attacker with intention of rapping her, but before he even begin, she willing accepted him and was right now treating him as her new mate. 'Are we mates now?' The thought to himself and was very confused.
Almost half an hour later, she was sound asleep and his knot was able to be safely pulled free from inside her. Off in the distance he could hear mountain foxes calling out, no doubt they were looking for her and he needed to get away before they showed up.
As he pushed himself up slowly, making sure not to disturb the sleeping vixen, he looked down upon her and couldn't deny he didn't want to leave. She was absolutely beautiful and about the same size as him, except he was much bigger in hight and muscle.
Instinctively, he wanted to pick her up and take her back to his tribe, but he knew that would terrible mistake and even a greater one if he stayed long enough for the foxes to show up. He instead took an armful of nearby leaves and gently covered her in them, both to keep her warm and fool the others into thinking she had fallen asleep in her forging. His scent on the other hand wouldn't be easy to cover and hoped that they would overlook it upon finding her.
He after she was tucked in, he made a quick retreat for the Timberwolves territory and didn't stop till he was safe back with tribe.
***
It was nightfall and already the aftermath of the tribal mating ritual was into full effect. Echoing all around the tribe was the passionate sounds of mating and just within eye view of where he slept, a bunch of newly mated pairs were unashamedly copulating away in the middle of the camp. The bushes nearby shook as the more discreet couples were busying going at it and the shadows of two frustrated mates betrayed what they were doing with each other from inside a skin hut.
It wasn't uncommon for some rejected males to seek out company from each other during this time. The desire burns great and all sense of shame is none existent during this time suffice to say. He watched as the shadow of one male mounted the other and trusted away under the other ones tail, painful grunts followed and strenuous breathing could be heard. When the dominate male was done, they switched places and the cycle repeated itself many times.
Strangely he prefer watching the two frustrated male go away at it instead of the newly mated pairs. At least he could relate to their frustration, if not their lustful desire for each other. The mated couples were a cruel reminder he would never find a mate due to his size.
However, right now the only thing on his mind was the vixen he met out in the woods, his heart ached for her and he wanted her with him right now.
Not being able to find any comfort, let alone any peace to fall asleep, he decided to go out for a brief walk in the woods. He walked for about five minutes or so, all the while his mind was focused on his vixen and wishing he could have taken her home.
It wasn't long until his path connected with the very thing he was thinking about. She just stood there in shadows and slim rays if moonlight, smiling and looking as if she was expecting him to show up. His heart almost skipped a beat and he wanted to run over to her and tackle her in a lovers embrace, but his instincts warned him that this could be a trap and that fox warriors were waiting to ambush.
He whined and fought his urge to claim her in his arms. She could tell he was nervous, even at a distance and decided to make the first move. She started into a trot and then into a full run when she got closer to him, his desire overpowered his warning instincts and he ran to her also.
She leaped into his arms and locked herself tightly around him with her arms and legs, all he could was embrace in his arms and wagged his bushy tail happily, tears of happily leaked from his eyes and there was no denying it anymore...he loved her and she was indeed his mate despite she was mountain fox.
She said something to him, he couldn't understand but what she said was, "I thought you were gone forever!" She then relaxed her full on embrace and stood there before him, looking him straight in eyes and smiled. She licked away his tears with her tongue and said, "My mate weeps for me, I'm pleased he aches for me as much as I ache for him."
He replied to her in the wolf tongue, "I cannot understand a word you are saying." Unlike him, she wasn't ignorant to other languages and said in a crude but understandable dialect of his language, "Then I will teach you some time." He was surprised she knew his language and he couldn't help but want to explain his regret for what he did to her and that he was in love with her.
However, she wasn't interested in his regrets, only his passion and said in his own tongue, "I want to drink you!" He raised his ears in confusion, for he was sure he misunderstood what she had just said. He was about to ask but she reached up with her hand, took hold and closed his mouth shut and gently clamped it close. "Drink now, talk later." She giggled and lapped his nose with a single lick.
'What is she talking about?" He wondered and just then she crouched down to her knees, her muzzle leveled at his groin and what happened next, made him gasp and roll his eyes back in his head.
She had taken hold of his sheath in hand, drew the skin all the way back over his knot and took his full length length into her muzzle. His legs buckled as she locked her lips around the base of his knot and gently started suckling him like an infant to a tit.
"Mmmmmrrrragh!" He sort of bellowed out and was having trouble trying to keep steady. She quickly realized he wasn't used to being drank and worried he would fall. She released him from her muzzle, but kept a firm grip behind his knot with her fingers so as to prevent his member from escaping back into it's sheath.
"Lay down." She told him and encouraged him to do as she asked. He slowly crouched down and when he was at eye level with him, she pressed her free hand onto his chest and eased him to lay back on the ground. He was very shaky and his heart was racing with excitement at the experience.
He was breathing hard also and as he laid down, he once again felt her warm wet muzzle take him inside and her lips locked around the base of his knot.
He let out a strange moan and once again rolled his eyes back in his head. Now that he was laying down safely on the ground, she pushed her muzzle hard into his loins to take his entire length and suckled him very hard.
'By the moon, this is pure paradise!' He thought to himself and savored every second of bing drank, as she called it.
He had heard stories of males in hunting parties doing this practice with each other. Many lonely nights out in the wild often left some males wanting their mates and the humiliating practice two males mating with each other, wasn't always the preferred solution. However, allowing your hunting partner to orally gratify you while you gratified him, wasn't so bad.
His body tensed up and a with a muffled grunt, he climaxed into her muzzle and she purred a happy fox purr as his strong taste saturated her tongue. She drank every drop that poured out from his loins and she continued suckling even though he was spent.
Five minutes later she released him and crawled her way up his body and rested her head upon his chest. She didn't say anything and just rubbed her head affectionately into his chest. 'What am I going to do?' He thought to himself and decided to slept on it.
The next morning he took his fox mate to his favorite spot in the branches of a weeping willow. He wanted her to watch the sunrise with him, but she was more interested in him then the sun. She curled up with her head resting on his lap and went back to sleep as the sun slowly arouse off in the distance.
'What am I going to do now?' He thought and knew that the tribe wouldn't forgive him for what he had done. "Stay with me." She muttered to him when she sensed his worry.
"How?" He asked, "My tribe would most likely kill us both for violating the blood law."
She smiled and said, "Live with me, fox welcome wolf if he be my mate."
He raised his ears upon hearing that for he didn't know foxes weren't as prejudiced as wolves were to cross species matings. "Your tribe would accept me?"
She shrugged and said, "Some will, others won't but we are mates and tribe must accept." She giggles and said, "Mother be mad but father will laugh. Father likes wolves and will like you."
He couldn't help but smile after he heard that and decided to spend his life with his new mate with the mountain foxes. After all, he wouldn't find a mate with his tribe and they treated him awful dispute he was a better provider. It was always about size and strength with the tribe, never about intelligence or skill.
"When shall we leave?" He asked and upon hearing him ask that, she purred her happy fox purr and said, "Later, not now. Too tired and want to feel my mate with me."
He knew he shouldn't ask, but it was something he really wanted to know, "Why did you choose me?" He asked, "I tried to rape you." She sighed for a seconded and said, "Because you chose me, yes you tried to rape, but I was..." She giggled for a second and her ears blushed hot.
"What?" He asked and she replied, "I was hoping someone would try, wasn't expecting wolf but was hoping."
That didn't make sense and he then asked, "You were hoping someone would rape you?! Why?!" Hear ears blushed even hotter and she replied timidly, "I don't know, I just...I just..." She bit her lips for a second and then said, "Wanted to feel it just once!" She giggled more and pulled her tail up to hide her face as she was very embarrassed.
"You are a very strange fox," He said and pulled her tail away from here face and said, "But I love you anyway!" He then licked her face and let allowed her tail to hide her face again. She squealed and playfully bit his leg. He yipped and playfully bit her back and on the shoulder.
"What an strange pair we are." He muttered as he watched the sun rise higher off in the distance. "Nature is very strange..."
_ "Very strange indeed!" _