Boar hunt
Putting one knee down on the ground, the wolf started to sniff the air. He could feel the gentle breeze of the forest passing through his nostrils and gently caressing his grey fur, carrying various scents as he tried to identify the one he seeked. Under him the ground was still a bit wet from the morning dew, but still carried traces of others walking that path before him. His ears perked and golden eyes opened as he found what he was looking for. Picking the spear he had left next to him, the lupine got back on his paws, adjusting the light leather garment and clothes he was wearing, offering the hunter the protection he needed in the wilds. Perrin was getting closer to his prey, and the glory that would come with it. It was a rite of passage. No matter how young or old, every wolf of the city would at some point attempt to go hunt the strongest of foes, the boar. The origin of that fight has been lost, could it be some old grudge with those barbaric beasts that raided their city in the past? The fields of their farmers often left devastated by those damn wild hogs? Or growing up with the stories of those monsters kidnapping their children, raping their wives, and killing their men? Maybe all of those were true, maybe some were born from the hatred of all outsiders. To this day, every year, some lupines would leave the city and try to bring back trophies from their hunt, fortune and glory awaiting them, some coming back broken, some coming back revered by all, and some never coming back… Like his father, and his father before him, the fierce wolf had gone on this journey, trailing boars, hoping to bring back the pelt of the biggest he could find if he ran in one of those nomad tribes. After another long day of walking, his paws were hurting and begging for a rest, while the sun was starting to set. Listening to his tired body, the grey wolf decided to stop his hunt for the day, mounting a small camp but not daring to light a fire. He knew he was getting closer, as he could pick more scents and traces, and he didn’t want to risk warning of his presence by making light and smoke if the boars were nearby. Speaking of scent, he took a quick sniff at himself and his nose wrinkled. Those barbarians may not have a sense of smell as high as lupines, but he needed to clean up if he wanted to avoid someone picking it up at the worst moment, the element of surprise would be decisive in this coming fight. Always ready, he had made sure to stop near a source of water, the gentle stream wouldn’t be enough to dip in but it would provide enough to wash his body. Leaving his spear on the side and stripping down, Perrin exposed his body to the pale light of the moon. His dark grey fur was of a lighter color over his chest, his muscles were hidden under his fur kept a bit long making him appear bigger and more impressive, while between his legs a nice set of balls were dangling and a plump sheath was present, looking hefty despite not being hard. Filling his waterskin, he slowly started pouring some on him, rubbing it through his fur, snarling a bit and fangs showing as he didn’t enjoy the cold feeling, but he was far from home and the thermal bath he could enjoy in the city. Letting his mind wander, he thought of home and the reason he joined the hunt. A wolf his age should already have pups, or taken wife. Some even questioned his masculinity. Was he to blame if he preferred to share carnal pleasure with other males? Thermal bath were very appreciated for that, just wolves helping each other relax, thinking of the last time he went and had some lower citizen sit on his lap for a ride or helping another hunter with some relief the night before the left by cleaning up his “spear”... His sheath was swelling, cock starting to poke out hard and leaking pre, the lupine starting to fondle himself. Bringing back such a trophy would put his family to rest as no dishonor would come to them and stop the voices. It would also probably attract the attention of other males, eager to bask in his glory and offering their services to please him. Closing his eyes and grabbing his sizable cock, he started jerking off, thinking of having a wolf in each arm, taking turns kissing them while they stroked him, begging him to tell his tale again as he claimed their body, wanting to become part of his trophies too. He was panting and huffing, tongue lolling out as he was getting near his climax, knot formed and ready to spill his load, when he was pulled out of his fantasy. His ears flicked as he perceived a sound in the distance, a howl from a fellow lupine, making his heart race. He reluctantly poured cold water over his wolfhood, making his fur stand up over his whole body, and shook himself dry. Grabbing his clothes and weapon, he raced in the general direction of the howl, the wolf that emitted it now silent. Perrin had been too lost in his pleasure to pay proper attention, was it a fellow hunter expressing his victory or defeat? In both cases, that confirmed what he thought, the boars were near, and with them his chance at a more peaceful and pleasurable life! As he was closing on the end of the forest he spotted lights and voices, stopping him dead on his track. Rudimentary wood trunks as defenses, clothes houses, torches to lighten up the surroundings… And two boars guarding the perimeter. A predatory smile came on his lips, as his hunt was coming to an end. He could charge right there, big clawed hands gripping on his spear, taking them down in an instant… But from what he had heard, those wild hogs were terrible foes, most wolves barely making it through one on one, maybe taking them both at once wasn’t such a smart idea. The pain in his paws came back to him now that he cooled down, and he could feel himself out of breath, the day itself had been long, and so were the previous ones. He had found his target, he could rest for now, by the quick look he could get there was at least a dozen tents, they wouldn’t disappear during the night, and even if that was the case he would move quicker than them. He held himself back, turning and walking back silently to his small camp. Tomorrow his prey would be his. The morning after, before the rise of dawn, following a good night of sleep filled with dreams of glory, the lupine made his way back to the barbarian camp. Moving stealthily, his paws barely making a sound as he got near, hiding behind trees and bushes, his ears always shifting left and right to catch any sound of someone coming his way. Once close enough to see with his sharp eyes, he climbed into a tree, hidden behind the leaves the best he could, his spear surrounded by cloth to avoid sun reflecting in the metal and give away his position. From here he could spy the movements of the tribe of porcine living there. Barging into that camp was out of the question, what he would need was to wait for someone to leave and attack them once isolated. Looking toward the entrance of that small camp, he spotted the guards, still there, though probably not the same as the previous night. As the sun started to rise he could make more details out of them. Barely clothed, with just a loincloth and some asymmetrical harness over their chest, a blade on their side. Spitting images of barbarians thought Perrin while shaking his head. His eyes then darted to the tents and spaces between them, at this hour there were few movements but it was to be expected, he would be patient. Counting the tents, he confirmed his impressions from the previous night were incorrect, as there were twenty of them, some slightly bigger than others, each one probably housing a family. As if to confirm his thought, a bunch of kids left two of the habitations, and started running around, joined by more as they were becoming louder in their play time. Children behaved the same here than in his village. Some of them were heading to the border of the camp, but the wolf didn’t make any move, staying in his observation spot. If he came back with the head of a child or even a juvenile, he would probably be spitted on, and he was disgusted at the idea of hunting such a young prey. As he was about to stop looking at those squeakers he noticed something off. A few of them, while retaining the boar traits, looked like mixed breed, with fluffy tail, pattern or color more akin to other animals, definitely an odd view for the lupine, being used to see only wolves and some dogs in his hometown. Hours passed without any opportunity rising, the sun was now high in the sky and his body was starting to grow restless from staying still this long without moving. He had spotted a few potential targets, a few tough looking males, as well as a couple females that looked like they could take anyone down, their thickness and strength obvious on top of their impressive heights, but sadly for the hunters none of them left the camp, or when they did they were accompanied. Among the tent he also spotted a couple of furs out of place, hyena, horse, and even a bull, for a tribe that small it was weird to see different species gathered, the hunter started to wonder if they were prisoners from other cities and villages, maybe freeing them could help bring chaos and make it easier for him to catch his prey? Stretching his limbs carefully, he got off his tree. This was getting him nowhere. He waited a bit for the next group of wild hogs, and decided to tail them, hoping that once they would reach their destination one of them would get further away to give him a chance at his prize. Keeping a safe distance the whole time, making sure to always use the natural hiding spot the forest provided, and managing to keep the wind against him to avoid his scent carried made the one mile trip feel like an eternity, while the small group of boars he followed kept chatting between them unaware of the predator following them. As the trees parted, he was greeted with the sight of a small natural lake. A few of the wild furs he saw left the village earlier were gathered there too, some bathing to cool down from the warm weather, others filling water jugs or cleaning their belongings. It made sense to the wolf that the wild hog tribe would have set their camp near a water point, and as he kept scrutinizing he noticed a few different species in the scenery, among the majority of boars. But as he looked at the scene he forgot for a second how exposed he was in the open. Perrin could swear he had seen eyes darting his way, and by the time the first finger was pointed in his direction he was already running away. Panicking too much, the wolf had stopped thinking straight, passing between trees, racing without keeping track of his environment, and when he finally stopped as he had ran out of breath he spotted him. It was hard to miss the boar facing him, both due to his size and appearance. The fur was a dark purple, looking lighter around his jawline and on the top of his head, those two protruding tusks giving him a scary appearance. He only wore a loincloth and unlike his fellow brethren his harness was made of chain, probably offering a better protection against metal in case of a blade fight. The other notable thing was the male’s musculature, his arms were thick and biceps were popping without even the need to flex, while a thin layer of fat covered his pectorals it only made them looking meatier and more impressive, all of it complimented by a nice muscle gut and legs looking like tree trunks, everything about him screamed manly. While the wolf seemed mesmerized by the sight, the boar scowled and grabbed his sword. He snapped out of it just in time to avoid the coming slash, ducking and losing a few hair doing so. The wolf rolled on the side, spear in hand, before charging the barbaric beast from the flank, which the boar avoided barely by deviating the spear with his curved blade. “Must be wolf season, you’re the second one showing those days.” Grunted the boar, crouched, ready to dash toward him any moment. “What happened to him?” Perrin growled, the fur on his neck raised, turning around his prey. He had heard a wolf howl the previous night, at least that was now confirmed, hopefully he could do something to help his brethren if he was still alive, that is if he survived that fight. The barbarian launched himself at him, launching a series of assaults the wolf parried with his spear before a final hit with all the boar’s might broke the thing in two and left a cut in the leather that protected Perrin. “Dunno, I’m not the one who found him.” He snorted. “But by the sound he made, I’m sure of how he ended!” Deep down he knew it was a provocation to stop making the wolf properly, after all he barely knew the other hunters, but there was pride in wanting to defend a fellow wolf that fell, and even if he had lost his weapon, he would fight fang and claws to the end. The lupine put on a brave fight, avoiding most hits, punching, scratching and even biting his opponent every time he had a small opening, but the imposing boar remained unmoved. Throwing him to the ground with a single hand, blocking him in a choke hold, or immobilizing him repeatedly, he seemed like he was the one playing with a prey, while his physical superiority could have allowed him to finish at any time.[a][b] Having him pinned against a tree, disarmed, strong hand holding the wolf’s wrists above his head, the barbarian’s blade threatening his neck, he spoke again, his expression both scary and something else the hunter couldn’t fully put his finger on. “Those are your choices: I can end you now,” He added a bit of extra pressure of the curved sword on his throat. “or I can let you go back to your village with your tail between your legs.” “I…” He thought he had been prepared for such an outcome, but the grey lupine didn’t want to give up his life for such a dumb reason as honor, making him start to shake his head, lowering it in shame. That’s when he noticed the boar’s loincloth all lifted, a cock head poking out from it, and as he lifted his head he could see the bigger male smirking. “Or I can show you why some of the other species decide to join our tribe.” The boar had a cocky grin saying that, his hand letting go of his wrists before reaching under the wolf's leather kilt, groping his groin while his thumb invaded his sheath. Lowering his ears, he let out a soft whine, and he swore his blush was bright enough it could be spotted through his fur. This was a new experience for him, one he never even thought of experimenting, as his cock was trying to poke out only to be blocked by that thumb, his body betraying him with arousal. There was no denying the wild hog was appealing to his taste, though he never expected to be on the receiving end of things nor could he wrap his mind around the situation. “What do you say, wolf boy?” Baring his teeth for a bit, knowing full well the calling was just to diminish him, the blade still on his neck reminded him of the situation. The other hand went to fondling his balls, playing with him in such a way, there was no doubt the purple boar had enjoyed the company of other of his species before. Perrin squirmed and finally nodded, tail between his legs, giving up the fight and ready to face what was coming next, his eyes still darting to the mighty shaft between them. “Let’s have it your way.” “Just the answer I hoped for!” With a powerful movement, he planted his sword in the tree, before forcing the lupine on his knees, facing his cock. “Why don’t you start by polishing my sword down there?” No stranger to blowing a fellow fur, the wolf couldn’t help but take a bit to appreciate the cock in front of him, giving it a gentle squeeze and stroke. The size was nice but the thickness made it all the more appealing, fitting for the boar to whom it belonged, as for the balls they were nice low hangers, filling quite full as he fondled them. He nuzzled the crotch taking in the rich scent and was surprised by how strong it was, making his tail wag like a pup finding a tasty treat, nuzzling the base right between the cock and balls, burying his muzzle there as his own shaft was starting to poke out. Perrin might have lost the fight but there was certainly still a reward for him and he intended to enjoy it! Opening his maw, he took in the piece of meat, the feral part of him salivating at feeling his maw full with such tasty pole of flesh. His tongue started playing with the head at first, passing over it surrounding it before his head bobbed, taking inch after inch until his nose was buried in the pubes of the purple warrior. “Fuck, looks like I’m not your first!” Answering with a nod from his head, the hunter looked up at the boar, ears flicking as a hand rested on his head and gave him a gentle scratch, making the proud hunter feel like a needy puppy. He reached around and put his hands on the towering male’s ass, groping those strong cheeks as he was slobbering over that cock, and the boar was soon undulating his hips, pushing deeper in that maw and throat, balls hitting his chin every time. Feeling the first taste of the slick pre on his tongue, the lupine started to speed up, maybe he would get out of it more easily than he thought. But to his dismay the hand on his head went for the scruff of his neck and forced him away, making him whine in frustration. “Damn you're good at it, but I can’t spill my load just now, I want something else from you.” The wild fur grabbed the hunter and started removing the leather that was his armor, before tearing away the cloth under it, leaving him naked and exposed. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like that, usually being in charge, but as he was rolled on all fours, feeling the thick meat slide between his cheeks and under his tail in a teasing way, he felt himself craving for what would come next. “Please…” His tail was high, exposing his hole, offering himself for the first time. “Time for the real test.” Said the stronger male as he slowly pushed his cock in, before leaning over. The wolf could feel that muscular gut rest on his lower back as the boar thrust in him, making him whimper in submission and delight, and the rest of the body soon followed, meaty pecs resting on his back, short snout finding its way in the fluff of his neck, the cold metal of the chain harness sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes widened and nose wrinkled as he could feel something press against his muzzle, the hand of the boar still holding that smelly loincloth, the scent assaulting his nostrils and sending jolts of pleasure to his body. “You looked like you liked the smell, wolf boy, so breathe in deep!” Doing as he was told, Perrin started sniffing the garment, the earthy boar musk sending his brain in tilt, muzzle half open as his tongue lashed out on it, tasting the remnants of some dried pre while the porcine chuckled at the show. He could feel those hips smack against his rump, low hangers slapping against his balls, that thick meat sliding in his hole, deeper and deeper every time, bringing him more pleasure than he ever had before while on top, the scent of the manly wild boar the cherry on top as his cock was fully out of his sheath and his knot forming now, his tail wagging slightly as it was trapped between them. “What do we have here?” The stronger male reached around and grabbed the wolfhood, giving it a few strokes and gentle squeezes. “That’s a mighty spear you got, if you had used that one you might have bested me!” The lupine blushed under his fur, biting on his tongue as the only answer he could provide was another moan of pleasure, his hips bucking to both thrust in that hand and feel that cock buried deeper in him, ears splayed in submission. The teasing and fucking from the boar was bordering on torture from how good it felt, his shaft throbbing needily as his ass clenched on the cock invading him, pressing his inner button. Those tusks scratching at his neck and under his muzzle every time that barbarian was kissing or nibbling him there, often changing side, feeling him sweating and damping both their fur, it was wild and bestial, and the wolf loved every second of it! “Nnnghhh, fuuuck!” He couldn’t hold back anymore, his voice a bit muffled by the loincloth. “Harder please! Feels so fucking good!” “That’s more like it!” Exclaimed the purple hog. He gave the wolf's rump a good spank, a big smile on his face as he picked up the pace, the sound of the chains rattling echoing in his ears. Each thrust was rocking the wolf’s body, Perrin could feel all the weight of the other male over his back, those loud plapping sounds echoing in his ears and the empty surrounding, the hand on his cock a blur, matching the speed of the two males mating. It was lighting a fire in his body, moving in tandem to match the boar, pressing his rump to get that oh so pleasurable cock deeper in him, his body shaking in pleasure each time that cock head was pressing on his prostate, his own cock spurting pre, the pale liquid dripping over the fingers of the barbarian that was claiming his body. Blood pumping through his veins and mainly toward his big member, the wolf opened his maw about to let a loud howl out, letting that wild side of him take over and letting the whole forest know his enjoyment. Anticipating the act, as if reading his mind or simply knowing what a good job he was doing the boar shoved his loincloth down Perrin’s maw and clamped his muzzle shut. The show of dominance and being forced to chew on the musky garment, tasting the boar smell on his tongue finished to send him over the edge, the once proud hunter bucking his hips and thrusting in the air, cock erupting as his load spilled in the dirt under him. “Mphhh! Uwuuuu…” Was all that could be heard, as he was muffled down. “Good boy, can’t let you alert my camp, others might want to join.” Said the boar, huffing in his ears. “Need to have you marked first!” The wolf blushed, part of him not sure if he wanted to risk being caught or if he hoped for it to happen, maybe he’d be passed around the whole tribe? His cock twitched in excitement, not going down yet as more cum dribbled from the tip. That’s only then that he realized his partner wasn’t done yet. He felt the boar pull out, and was quickly rolled on his back, face to face with the handsome male. In a matter of a second his maw was freed from the loincloth, just in time for their lips to meet, that slick broad tongue invading his maw, the lupine sucking on it eagerly, the two males making out sloppily as they grinded their body against one another, deep in their rut, lost to all but lust. He soon felt the powerful arms surround him, squeezing him tight before being lifted off the ground, the boar squealing a bit in the effort, before pinning the hunter against a tree, Perrin’s paws were no longer touching the ground and instinctively he passed his legs around the stronger male’s hips. The wolf could feel his partner was getting near the end too, both from the heavy panting and sweating from the intense effort, as well as the few skip of beat in the thrusts. His wolfhood was trapped between his abs and the hog’s gut, his tail wagging madly in pleasure as a second orgasm was building in him, ass clenching on the now familiar cock in his hole. “Aaah… Just like that, keep going!” His own voice surprised him, making him sound so needy, yet that’s what Perrin needed, to feel himself full from the cum of such a big boar. He buried his muzzle in the purple fur, nibbling at that neck, smelling that intoxicating scent, cock fully hard and knot formed again as the wild boar was pounding his like a jackhammer, his legs working like a train engine, and he could swear there would be steam huffed out of that pig nose as his prostate was under constant assault. The two males were making a concerto of whines and grunts as their bodies were entwined, but sooner than either wished the climax came. Ramming all his length in the fuzzy hole, the purple male let out grunts and oinks of pleasure as his balls emptied their content, quickly bucking his hips to help himself as he shot ropes after ropes of potent semen. Perrin joined him in ecstasy, tongue lolling out, howling to the sky as he came a second time in a row, his seed splattering on his and the boar’s chest. “AWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” For sure the camp was now alerted of his presence, but as he and the boar were catching their breath, nuzzling and kissing, their hands roaming over each other’s body, he thought that maybe staying with that tribe would be more enjoyable than going back home.