More than just feelings - 4
More Than Just Feeling Good.
This is the fourth in a series and is complete fiction. The characters in this story are the property of Fox Studios, not me and are subject to international copyright laws.
This story contains sexually explicit material of a homosexual nature. If you're under 18 or are offended by such material you shouldn't be reading this.
The characters in this story are fictitous and so are the situations. Practice safe sex as reality is quite different.
More than just feelings.
"Look at the cute little baby, Diego," said Soto, "Isn't it nice he'll be joining us for breakfast?"
Diego played along easily guessing what Soto was thinking; he would strike back at the humans by taking their offspring for a meal which Diego thought was a waste. A human child of that size was hardly a meal of any significance, at least not to him - he'd still be hungry!
At Soto's command, Diego set off to rally the rest of the pack so as to attack at first light. When the pack had gathered, they were all told the strategy and how it was to work. Everything went without a problem until the human female decided to take a risk and leap with her child over the falls subsequently robbing the Sabres of their prize. To stay was foolhardy at best but Soto demanded that the child be found - he would not lose this opportunity.
Diego's plans were interferred with by a mammoth and an annoying sloth. The baby was now in their care which was going to make retrieving it difficult: while the sloth could be overpowered, the mammoth was not only strong but cluey as well. He wasn't falling for any of Diego's lines about helping the child. The only way to secure the baby was to travel with these two and bide his time.
Even after the first day, Diego was seeing something in the mammoth that intrigued him. Despite the rough exterior, this mammoth cared for the safety of the baby and tolerated the sloth far beyond what he himself would have. He had never been around anyone like this before. The pack had become even more self-serving over the past month or two and it wasn't like the Sabres had ever been especially interested in helping anyone but themselves in the first place. Yet he had a job to do - the child was to be Soto's revenge dish and so he continued to look for opportunities.
That evening, as they settled down for the night, Diego feigned sleep, waiting for the others to drop off. As he approached to take the baby, a disturbance ruined his chance as the mammoth gathered the infant more securely in his trunk. Whoever was responsible for this was going to pay! He determined where the noise was coming from and after a mighty leap up the rise, was met by another two tigers spying on him. This was tedious! Not only didn't they trust him to do what was asked of him, they'd just ruined his chances to actually do it. Diego seethed but filled them in on his plan to not only capture the baby but to provide the pack with about a week's worth of food as well. He sent the two Sabres on their way and returned to where his two companions were asleep.
Diego had just about dropped off again when he caught a whiff of tiger-scent wafting his way - Soto. Diego quietly rose and padded off in the direction of the breeze, following his nose. After a few minutes he rounded a large rock formation and found Soto searching the ground for a scent.
"Looking for something?" queried Diego not a little bit annoyed.
"You, actually," retorted Soto, "I want to insure that you're doing what I asked."
"I've already thought of a plan which Zeke knows about. It will take a little time though. You'll just have to wait a bit longer."
"That I can do, at least where the baby's concerned. There is something that I want now though," Soto grinned and padded over to Diego. He rubbed his head against Diego's shoulder and continued down his side.
"I could use some warming up," Soto said huskily, "Over here."
They moved to an overhang in the rock and Soto lay down partly on his side. He indicated for Diego to lay down next to him and as soon as his second had settled, began to lap at Diego's sheath with his rough tongue. Diego bowed his head and began a number on his leader's groin as well which was already beginning to expand.
Both tigers were soon nursing each other's hardness between their elongated canines. Diego swirled his tongue over the length of the member in his mouth, right down to the furry base. Soto's prick swelled and proceeded to make its way into his throat, Diego massaging it with his tongue the whole time. He released his prize only to swab his tongue across Soto's sack, sending shivers up his leaders spine.
Soto had been busy on Diego's meat as well. It had grown to full length and Soto had moved his attention to his second's balls and round to his tight arse. He was in the mood to sink his weapon into a tight hole tonight and with the work Diego was doing on his cock, he was more than ready to do it now.
"Stay there," commanded Soto as he got up and moved further round behind Diego.
Diego rolled slightly onto his front and raised his rump into the air - it didn't take much to know what Soto wanted. He felt the Sabre's mass move over him and the hot, hard shaft of flesh prod around under his tail which he moved aside. Soto smiled at Diego's compliance and manoeuvred his cock into position and upon finding the target, began to press into the warm orifice.
Diego's sphincter parted to allow the engorged intruder inside and soon had engulfed the whole length of Soto's member. Soto sighed in pleasure as he began to move inside the smooth passage, enjoying it massage him right the way along his length. Soon he was buried balls deep in the tiger's hole and continued to thrust deeply, feeling his own balls press up against Diego's.
Diego began to contract his arse and rump muscles as Soto pulled out then releasing them on the down stroke. Soto began to grunt as he pounded into Diego, which he took as a good sign and continued to massage the rigid cock inside him. His own cock had receded a little but was till protruding out of its sheath. He hoped that Soto would help him get off later.
Soto's speed increased and he thrust deeper and deeper, burying his meat as far as he could into the willing arse under him. "Take it, Diego!", bellowed Soto, "Take my load. I'm shooting!" With that, Soto blasted his essence high into Diego's canal as he held his prick with full force in to the hilt. He shuddered with each contraction, pushing in hard each time and gasping for breath. Diego squeezed his rump tight around his leader's shaft and milked the last few drops out of him. He felt Soto shift over him and slowly begin to withdraw from inside his passage.
"I love plowing your arse, Diego," Soto said, "The only thing that may be better is when you plow mine. It looks like you need some attention first.
Soto bowed his head under Diego's stomach and began to lick the tip of his exposed organ which began to extend once more. As soon as he was able, Soto engulf his second's prick between his protruding canines and began to suckle on it, eliciting a steady purr from Diego. Diego closed his eyes as he felt the rasping tongue slather over his cock from tip to base in the warm confines of Soto's mouth. He reached full attention quickly under this kind of stimulation and was soon making small thrusts into the warm maw encasing his member.
Soto took the hint and removed his mouth from Diego's cock. As he turned, he rubbed his head along Diego's side, pressing his body into his second's. He continued until he was in front of his second then stopped, lifting his tail and looking over his shoulder with an mischievous but inviting smile. Diego stepped up and swabbed his tongue back and forth over the hole a few times before his desire rose beyond the point of resistance. He reared up and perched his front legs on Soto's back as he poked and prodded his prick around at the other tiger's exposed hole. Finally, the tip found the pulsing hole.
"Shove it in! Fill me up, Diego! I need to feel you in me again!" begged Soto.
Diego grinned wickedly; he was only too happy to comply with his leader's request. He paused at the entrance to the warm confines of Soto's arse for a moment before pressing forward and burying his entire eight inches into the hole beneath him. Soto sighed as he was filled up once more as Diego impaled him to the hilt. He braced his feet to take the weight of the sabre above him and looked forward to the pummeling he was going to get.
Diego began to thrust steadily but almost without conscious thought. His body had practically taken over and was running on autopilot as he began to poke in and out of Soto's passage. The other tiger's rectum massaged and squeezed his length sending shivers up his spine and tiny shocks to his balls. He continued his assault on Soto's tunnel, enjoying the sensations being conveyed from his cock into his body. All his senses were focused on the firm but gentle caress along the length of his member and he felt his impending orgasm building.
Soto pushed himself back when Diego thrust into him, trying to draw in more of his second's length. "Pound it into me, Diego," he commanded, "shoot your load into my arse!"
This begging urged Diego on to push harder and harder. He pumped his rump forward, trying to drive as much of his phallus in as he could. His balls began a rhythmic slapping into Soto's which in turn made him hotter. He could feel his load building and rising as the familiar tingle began to increase in his groin.
"I'm nearly there," Diego grunted, "You ready to take my juice?"
"Do it!" demanded Soto, "Blast it into me!"
Diego thrust harder as Soto felt the weapon embedded in his bowels engorge even further. Finally, Diego buried himself to the hilt and with a mighty roar fired his load into the clenching hole surrounding him. Soto felt Diego pulse and flex inside him as he dumped his hefty load which seemed to last for ages.
Diego was panting and barely able to keep himself up on his legs. Very slowly, his cock began to soften and retreat into its sheath. He dismounted and continued to catch his breath. Soto turned and regarded his second.
"That felt great," he said, "I look forward to doing it again. We'll be waiting for you at Half Peak so don't take too long."
With that he walked out into the night. Diego watched him leave and began to collect his thoughts. He wished that things could be as they were before any of this had happened as there seemed to be more of a closeness among the pack. Now that seemed to have gone. Perhaps he was just imagining it or overreacting. He would think about it later.
During the next day or two, Diego learned a great deal more about the sloth and mammoth. Manny was completely committed to returning the baby to its tribe and Sid despite his annoying drivel was just as caring. He still felt that he wasn't trusted which unbeknown to them was completely justified.
The crunch came as they journeyed across an ice field that literally dissovled into a lava river. In trying to get to safety, Diego had nearly fallen into the river only to be saved by Manny. This action utterly confounded him; he'd never had anyone do that for him before when they didn't know him. Why would Manny do that?
Diego began to realise that these two creatures showed a love that he didn't understand or know. The thing was that there was no mutual consideration or need; there was certainly no sex involved. They were friends and that was enough. Diego decided that he couldn't continue with his plan. In fact, he felt he had to protect them even if it meant revealing his true intentions.
As they reached Half Peak, Diego revealed what he had arranged and after a confrontation. Manny and Sid made the choice to trust the Sabre and they planned what they would do. Things almost went perfectly until Soto showed his face, forcing Diego to finally choose which way he would go: commit to his kind and turn on the mammoth or honour the trust put in him and defend them. He chose the latter which resulted in his near death.
When he woke a few hours later, he raised his head and saw Soto's body lying by the cliff face, impaled by several broken icicles. He gathered his strength and rose to his feet slightly flinching at the pain and ache in his body. Soto was dead and the pack obviously scattered yet Diego knew he had a place to go where he belonged now. He walked slowly toward Glacier Pass as he considered his future: no more uncertainty about where he stood; despite the differences, he was part of a caring herd and one he wanted to be part of. He learned that friendship and even love are choices - acts of the will - and not just about feelings.
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