Wolfess Prowls
The winter moon danced across the horizon. Peeking in and out from the mountain tops. It has been a long hard winter but the scent of spring was in the air. And by scent one would assume all manner of things; however the scent in which this tale is told is the one that tickles the noses of the males. The scent that arises like some flower unfolding that calls to a bee to come to collect its sweet nectar. It was the season of the rut, of mating, of conception. And no image of calm and peaceful scenery was ever going to erase that fact.
James was a "bee". Or at lease he felt that way. He felt like he was small, insignificant and did the meaningless job day after day that made him lose all hope of ever being more than what he was. His hope was even much less than the typical male at ever finding a mate, settling down and having kits. He was, in point of fact, a skunk. Unliked, by almost the whole furry kingdom as were all of his kind. Misunderstood and misjudged. Seen as something to avoid at all costs.
And it's not that he was just a skunk. What he was is a Furry male. Not really an animal, human by no means but something in between. Glorious in his fur. He stood a good 6 foot 1 inches. His tail always held high with an oval of white that surrounded a black fluff. He was very proud of his tail. And often would stroke along it, running his dull claws through the soft pelt. Enjoying the sensation of it.
So it was really no surprise that even among his own kind he was labeled as a girly-boi. Every time he heard the word it put a bitter taste in his mouth. But he couldn't change who he was. He gave up trying to conform to everyone's expectations. At some point in his young life he just took the title and accepted it. Embraced it. Once he did his life had been a little easier. He felt free to cry at those damned hallmark commercials. The power of a good sunset would stop him in his tracks as he would look upon the fading sun while his "friends" pointed and laughed. And late at night in the privacy of his own burrow, he would pull out a pair of pink girl undies and wear them.
He delighted in the feel of them. The way the panties hugged his lower body, it felt like an embrace. He had even thought of getting a dress and wearing it out in the open. But his tender feelings kept that in his mind and never out into the real. There were some lines even he would not cross... yet.
The day had been hell for him. It seemed that all his buddies were out with mates. They all seemed to have found someone, good or bad and he was left behind, as usual. Feeling bad about his whole situation he gave into that desire to wear something more feminine. And so it was, that evening after running into his so-called friend Tom he thought to himself, "Fuck- it, I'm getting a dress." Tom, whom he had always had strong feelings for. Tom who he was dead sure had the same feelings for him. His beloved Tom who had pulled him into the alley behind the school and shared an incredible kiss as they explored each others bodies. His smooth rippled abs, his broad shoulders, his tail that seemed to block out the world and hold him to his embrace. His colors of bright shiny white and silky smooth obsidian blackness. His nose was the cutest shade of pink. His Tom, whose cock danced in his paw, and almost spilled over as they embraced. His beloved Tom, was mated... To a fucking girl. A Grrrril!!
He angrily pushed the dresses on the rack and listened to the scrape of the hooks as they went against the metal. Each and every "sssrrirpt" imaging a claw mark upon his beloved Tom's body. He mumbled under his breath and thought about Tom's girl. He had been having an ok day when he ran into Tom and his "mate" out by the park. His eyes had lit up at the sight of Tom, who was almost shining in the sun; like some skunk Adonis. But the light in James' eyes faded as she saw her. She was a buck toothed ninny whose nose was sunken in and her eyes were slightly crossed. (And he thought he looked bad.) After taking in the sight of the female James looked back into his Tom's eyes. He could tell his Tom was absolutely in love with her.
He sniffed the air and knew. There was almost no two individual scents as them standing together the scent seemed to merge and scream at him "Mated". Through it was plain to him that she was in heat because her scent was a little stronger. James struggled to be "Civil" because Tom was giving him that "I'm mated and this is my woman" look. The hideous woman opened her mouth and the most shrill harpy voice issued forth, as she simply said "Hello." It hurt his ears and made him want to run for the hills.
Coming back to himself he mumbled something a bit louder under his breath, pushing the useless woman's garments around. He hated all women. All women were useless...why the fuck did he want to dress like one?! Because maybe somewhere in his heart he hoped he might appeal to his Tom.
He must have been causing a bit of a scene because a sales clerk had walked over to him to ask, "Can I help you find something for your special lady?" She was damned lucky he didn't spray her right then and there. His tail quivered as he tried to control the desire. He felt the warm leaking of his glands in his tail-hole as it ran down a tiny bit to coat him.
"You Fucking Cunt, Little Whore Breeder; I don't need one fuckin' thing from you. You are using my air, you fuckin' waste of space. Get away from me you cunt stain." Is what he wanted to yell at her. But what he actually muttered was a small meek, "No thanks." He leaned against the rack and counted slowly until the girl got the hint and wondered off to help better customers. Sniffling and wiping his nose, unaware he had been crying he opened his eyes and saw it.
It was perfect! A little black skirt that looked almost like a school girl's uniform. Shyly he pulled it off the rack, hoping and praying that it would be his size. He pulled at the tag and muttered. It would be a tight fit, but he could wear it! He pressed the skirt to his hips. Not caring who was looking at him. It didn't matter the price, it didn't matter who knew, the whispers that rang in his ears. He was going to get this dress and wear it as a kind of Fuck the World.
In one bold moment he hugged the skirt to his body and with a soft sob he looked up and noticed everyone in the shop had stopped and were staring at him. Strutting to the counter he placed the garment on the top and silently dared the clerk to say anything. The delight in finding the skirt could not be overcome by the looks he was getting. The glow that started in his heart and spread through his body was shining out through his eyes. Suddenly there was nothing at all in the world that could bother him. He was going home and putting this on.
And so it was in this brisk winter's night he had gone home and slipped into his panties and donned the skirt. It was a tight fit but closing his eyes he could almost feel as if he was being hugged. It fit him to a T. For the first time in his young life he stepped outside into the night. Beyond the walls of his room. Granted he was in the woods and not likely to be seen, but he was Out.
Sherry was in heat. There was no denying the fact. No pushing it back, no will of her own. This was her second season. Last year had hit her like a ton of bricks. And despite what was expected of her she had hidden away. Spending endless nights sweating, suffering, sneaking out at night and killing any innocent that came across her path, as she had avoided the civil affairs of dinner with her pack. Pack. That was a subjective term. It's just what she called her family.
Since she had fought it off last year, she proved that she was a strong furry wolftess, and so at every turn this season when she stepped outside her door she was within minutes hit on every side by leering boastful wolves. And why not? Her parents were Alphas of the pack and it was expected that she go out and choose an equally strong male. What she wanted really didn't matter much. She really didn't want to deal with it at all. But her body was not allowing her to ignore the fact. The desire to find a mate was overwhelming. Driving her slowly insane. Last year was pure torment, not only was her body raging but her parents were too. This year it would be different. She knew it! She hoped. She silently whimpered.
She was driven by instinct. Her body had not allowed her to have any rational thought. She wanted to breed. But every single bloody male she came across infuriated her. Perhaps it was because she was alpha, maybe not but she felt the need to dominate. And every male she came across always wanted to dominate her. All the available males she had met were tall, strong, and good looking and screamed maleness. But they all seemed to imply "I will have you, you will be mine." Frankly it scared her.
She was a strong wolftess, a beauty among her kind. Her coat was a silky smooth black pelt. She was very vain but rightly so. She stepped outside into the cool night and the moon light shone along her body. She could have any male she wanted. But all she saw before her were pigs.
More and more these days she found herself walking past the strong beefy alpha males even as her body raged and almost brought her to her knees. But she did not want to submit. Never, she all but growled to herself. She wanted to be the one in control. She found herself looking at the lower wolves among the pack. The so called weak pups as it were. She closed her eyes. She could all but eat them up. But it was more than that. She saw the light in the smaller male's eyes. A glimmer of hope. But still it was not enough.
Growling she stalked past the latest male who was courting her favor. He was friendly enough but then he started to hump and move towards her leg. Disgusted she fell to all fours and ran for the woods, running past her suitors, past the weak ones, past the packs expectations the hopes and dreams her mother and father had placed on her head.
She yipped and growled as she ran. Her body burned sending a flare of heat all around her. She thought the run would get it out of her system. Perhaps she could pass this season as well. Be a lone wolf as it were. Running she sought to ease the ache but it only fueled her for more.
James had walked out into the night and had found a stone to sit on by his burrow door. He for once in his life was full of peace and happy for the time being. Maybe he might even wear this out during the day. He blushed brightly and buried his muzzle in his paws hiding a shy smile that he knew no one would see. He placed his paws back onto his lap with a soft sigh and looked up to the moon. She was full tonight and had a lazy haze about her making her shine more than a typical night. Wasn't that supposed to be a sign of some sort he wondered? As he gazed upon the moon that's when he heard the sound.
It was something large and though it was silent, it still made a noise. Like the darkness around him was moving causing a chill to run up his spine. His tail shuddered and fanned out behind him as he fell over the rock and held its surface. The fight or flight instinct kicking in. His burrow was a few paces to his left. The thing was, he was almost sure in front of him. Should he run for the door or assume the position to fight. He felt his glands heavy with his musk. He wasn't much of a fighter but if he was going down he was going to leave a bad taste in their mouth.
Sherry was running like a freight train on a runaway track. Out of control and lost to her senses. She flowed through the woods, hopping over twigs, dodging brush and leaping over logs. She felt free. She flowed like water though the forest, this was her element. She knew the reality was waiting back at home for her. The run was elating, hyping her up and the fire that raged through her body made her wet. She dripped her cream, feeling it spill over her lips and run down her pants. The run did nothing, NOTHING to ease her heat.
Along the way her clothes felt confining, she needed them off her body. Pausing long enough to strip and leaving every article of her clothing behind she fell back to all fours and continued her run. She needed a male. Needed one right now. If she was not appeased and soon this lust would shift to another and she would have to kill again.
She saw a clearing up a head and slowed her momentum. Stopping just short of the tree line. Stepping closer she sniffed the air. Male. There was a male up ahead. She spotted him near a small bolder cowering. Stepping forward just a fraction the hair on her spine rose and spread down to her tail. A low rippling growl issued from her throat. Soft deadly, fuck or feed. Fuck or feed? Her brain screamed at her as her body riled.
James looked to the tree line at the yellow eyes that appeared in the darkness. Squeaking in fear his whole body tense he forgot all about the safety of his home. Frozen in the spot, his fur on end. Then he heard the growl and several things happened at once. He sprayed his load of skunk oil at the empty space behind him. He had lost his only defense. "Oh god, I'm Gonna die" he thought, and he was going to die in this skirt! He turned to run when the darkness leaped into the air like some mythical beast. Closing the distance between them. Before James knew what had happened he found his exit blocked. A massive wolf blocking his way. A massive, black coated she wolf.
James was breathing hard, panting his heart racing, but he suddenly realized two things. This wolf was a wolftess, and she was in heat. He looked into her glowing yellow eyes as he backed up and hit the rock behind him. His hands on the rock he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and prepared to die. At least he had worn his skirt, known some peace. He was prepared to die now.
Sherry sniffed the air. And crinkled her nose at the musk. But what she really focused on was his scent. "Male" her brain screamed, she looked really looked at the male before her. He was cowering against the rock. He would make a fine meal. She looked down at his skirt. Mmm a girly boy. Prowling closed to the little boy she shoved her muzzle in his crotch and took a long draw of breath. She nosed up his skirt and saw the pink panties. What she wanted was beneath that weak piece of fabric. She opened her maw and clamped down on him and pulled back. His cock, his balls, and his panties in her mouth.
"Pppp... please don't eat me." He whimpered. His body quivered. Oh god she was well and truly going to eat him and start by taking the last shred of his maleness. He felt the heat of her breath as her teeth closed around him. His dull little claws seeking purchase on the rock behind him. She pulled back and the only real thought that penetrated his fear addled head beyond the fear of death was, "Those were my favorite pair of panties."
Sherry pulled back slowly drawing him from her muzzle and clamping down on the panties. She ripped them from his crotch with a jerk of her head and flung them behind her. She leaned up and grabbed him roughly jerking him around on the hard surface. Then deciding in that moment she needed a male more than a feast she pressed her paw on his back and bent him over. She panted hard feeling her need rise. More than simple lust. This is what she needed. Here was a male, he could easily be dominated and would not demand what the wolves would. A little skunk male. It all fell into place for her. But would he please her? Could such a small thing ever hope to sate this incredible need that raged though her body?
Before James knew what was happening he was hugging the rock before him. Pressed against the cold surface with the heavy weight of her paw on his back. What in the world was happening? Dare he ask this deadly huntress? There was no way possible that a wolf, a she wolf would want anything more from him than to make him dinner, but why was she acting this way? He calmed his racing heart still unsure, but at least she didn't have him by the balls anymore. He was just about to screw up his courage an utter something to her when he felt her paw slipping up under his skirt. She grabbed his tail and swept it out of the way exposing his tail hole.
Holy hell was she actually going to... He squeaked out in terror or was it lust as he felt her paw run over his tail hole. His whole body stiffened as she leaned over him. Her hot breath on his back. He moaned in pure bliss as she leaned over him and bit his neck. But then she did the unthinkable and shoved her finger into his hole. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. His cock raged to life and felt painful as it pressed before the rock. His tail hole quivered and clinched around her invading finger.
The fear of being eaten fled and two new thoughts fought like raging bulls in the china shop of his mind. One was the shame he felt, shouldn't he feel shame, wasn't this rape? But on the other hand, he rocked his hips slightly back and forth. Feeling her finger in his anus, the slight prick of her claw deep inside him. Her breast pressed against his back. Her hot breath on his neck and her teeth pushing against his pulse. His second thought worked past his lips and was uttered softly into the night, "Oh god... don't stop."
Sherry growled against his neck. Her tongue tasted the pulse of life as it raced through his body. She rubbed her breasts up against his back, feeling her hard nipples push into his soft fur, feeling him from the inside. Releasing the tasty male from her maw she leaned up and lapped at his ear. Working slowly in and out of his tail hole. Feeling him stretch around her finger she smiled and whispered, "You like that little one?" She moved out of him and slowly pushed in two fingers this time. "I'll make you my bitch" she uttered as she nipped down on his ear.
James panted and screamed a squealing howl as he felt her make him wider. His cock fully erect and rubbing against the fabric of his skirt, the hardness of the rock. He damn near came while she violated him, feeling his pre drenching his front. Though he was breathing hard he smelled her scent. Something clicked in his brain. Suddenly, even though he was the one bent over he felt a powerful emotion Roar to life. Every instinct he possessed said "This is my mate. Claim her as yours." With a slight growl of his own he pushed back against her paw, twisting his neck to expose it to her, feeling the pull as she held onto his ear. He wanted to take her on this rock.
She scented the air and smelled his true musk, his pre and knew he was more than ready. Releasing his ear as she moved her fingers inside him she blew out her breath along the heated wet mark she had left on his neck and uttered to him, "You think you can take me?" She shoved harder into him "Little one? Are you male enough for me?" She felt him clamp down on her fingers and issue a low moan. She smiled and removed her fingers stepping back.
James shuddered and stood up his tail quivered and slowly lowered. He whipped his head around and stared at the wolf behind him. He turned slowly and if it were possible for a skunk to growl he did. he looked at her soft black pelt, her luscious curves, her breasts and how the moonlight accented her nipples , following the lines up to see her smiling white toothed grin, the sparkle of her eyes as she ground her paws into the earth. Dull claws digging into the dirt as he pounced on her. With a large toothy grin she easily caught the little skunk mid-pounce and threw him back against the rock. Pinning him down by the neck and watching him struggle under her embrace.
She pressed up against his body. Feeling his wet pre coated tip push up against her heated core. Looking down into his eyes she growled and ran her paw down his tummy. Coming to his skirt. She slipped her paws down and run along one of his thigh, lifting the skirt again and gazing down on his throbbing shaft she grabbed him firmly in her grasp stroking him as she crawled up onto the rock.
She muzzle opened wide with a huge toothy grin she climbed up onto him and spreading her legs she felt her lips spread. Hot, eager, wet. The scent of her heat blazing forth like a torch in the night. Making the winter night heat up to a blazing summer day. She rubbed his cock along her lips sinking just the tip of his head into her. Sherry lifted her lips with a hard growl she hilted onto him with one firm thrust. Breaking past her hymen. James realized slowly that his ears were ringing from the howl she had issued forth. Sherry cried out as she felt her body finally fulfilled, not by some expectation of what they all wanted, but by someone of her own choosing. She felt her body give as she slammed onto him to the hilt. The fire of her heat overran everything else, making every sensation heightened. James had remained still half in shock that this wolftess was pure, he was her first and he knew she needed more.
Her hips rocked hard down upon him and delighted in the feel of his cock as it pushed against her tight wet walls. She leaned down to sink her claws into his silky smooth chest fur and feeling the flesh underneath. James' head lolled back as his eyes drifted closed. James felt his body take over thrusting up inside her fighting some need within him to want to mark her. He squeaked out loudly as he felt his hips ground against her merciless thrusts. The confusing feeling of pain and pleasure. He feared his pelvis would shatter under her much larger frame, but at the same time he delighted in the feel of his cock as it shoved deep into her, pressing against her womb?
Blindly her animal side took over as she worked him hard, claiming him as her own and feeling him respond. His body moving with her in the dance moving towards completion. James felt his balls boil, the need to release in her was so strong he tosses his head to the side and bit down on his cheek until he tasted the sweet tang of his own blood. Sherry arched her back and felt something break inside her or at least it felt that way. She squeezed her eyes tight and toppled over into some abyss. The sensation of warm heated liquid within her tight walls rushing over the hard cock that was buried so deep in her body and moving franticly against her.
She felt him tighten under her watching his own back bow against the hard unforgiving rock. She had her claws buried deep into his flesh as she held him to her, unwilling to let him go. Unsure what was happening until she felt something hot shooting further than his cock? Filling her very womb. With a series of panting yips she held onto him as they rode out this moment together falling forward on him. Pressing her aching breasts into his fur.
Slowly they came back down to earth. And were both surprised to find each other. The unlikely paring that had happened. Sherry felt more at peace than she had in literally years. The burning aches in her lions still there, but nowhere near as strong as it had been. She murred softly as she held him. As she came to herself she relaxed her claws and ran her paws up under his back.
James, once his senses returned slowly to him began to worry doubt question what had happened. He felt like he was hit with a sledge hammer. Impossible as it may seem he was in the arms of a she wolf and was still alive. He realized she was lying against his chest. His muzzle tucked under her chin. Opening his eyes he was greeted with the sight of her breasts as they pressed up against his chest. He had to know though.
"Humm" he mumbled softly "I hum, was wondering" he struggled and tried to sit up a bit looking up on the most beautiful site he had ever seen. Swallowing his heart back down into his throat he whispered "what am I to you?"
Sherry looked up into her dream male, into the soft blue eyes of everything she knew she had ever wanted. She wiggled a bit and still felt him strong within her. She smiled softly and reached up to lick his nose and replied to him, "You're my mate of course."
The stars themselves could not outshine his happiness. Fluttering on the breeze of thought he giggled cutely and remembered something in the back of his mind. Tom who? What he muttered was "Thank god." What she muttered as she held him close was "I agree".
Just your typical girl meets girly-boi and rides him raw story, enyoy. :P