Wild Wood
Zeke Stone goes on a vacation to a nudist resort expecting a fun weekend. However, the bear is truly surprised with just how much fun he stumbles into at the Wild Wood Resort.
Zeke Stone, The Wild Wood Resort, and the story are all (c) to me,
Featuring a cameo from the studly mercicorn, Inorog, who is (c) to Croup (over on FA)
Wild Wood
Written by: Zylen Andel
Zeke Stone put the last of his continental breakfast into his mouth, licking it off the fork slowly and with a warm satisfied smile. The food was cooked to perfection and sated the muscular ursine's normal ravenous appetite. He was a large man and he needed large meals, but he always worked them off one way or another. Zeke opened his eyes to satisfy another hunger he was feeling at the moment. The resort he was currently staying at was where men of all ages could enjoy time away from the world, around other men with or without clothing.
The sharp green eyes looked out into the restaurant saw there was a mix of men wearing full clothes, some clothes, and no clothes. While he relaxed with his full belly, Zeke was simply eyeing the candy in front of him. There was a very brightly colored lizard boy laughing with his cheetah companion, and neither of those young hotties had a stitch of clothing on. On the other side of the restaurant was a muscular t-rex in a vest and bandana with biker boots that looked like a good rough time. Zeke was ready for action, but the problem was he didn't know what kind of action he felt would satisfy him better.
"May I take your plate, sir?"
The professional voice snapped the gray-furred bear from his frenzied thoughts, "Huh?" Zeke saw a smiling deer looking at him.
The deer was younger than him, and in shape, and only wearing a white button-up shirt with a black vest bearing the resort's symbol on the right side. The cute deer bent over Zeke's table and gathered all the plates and skillfully stood back up like he'd held a conversation with an armful of dishes a million times before. "My, you were hungry this morning! I hope you got your fill, if not, let me know."
Zeke growled as the deer made a show of his exposed lower body, "Oh I got plenty to eat. But I could go for some more," The black muzzle broke into a slow grin, "especially if you let me warm those buns you got."
"Oh my, you don't waste any time, do you? Sadly, I'm not allowed to join in the fun until after my shift is over. But if you like 'warming buns', I can point you in the right direction. Just give me a second to put these dishes up." He turned towards the kitchen, flickering his tail intentionally as he walked feeling more eyes on him than just the bear's.
While Zeke was waiting for the deer to return, he found his eyes wandering again. This time, however, his gaze fell onto the pamphlet he got after arriving yesterday. He had arrived so late last night that he barely had any time to look at it. He skimmed through the 'About Us' section and rested on the 'Amenities' section to get an idea of what this specific resort offered. "They have heated pools here, those sound nice."
"Oh, they are nice." The deer boy returned quicker than expected, snatching the pamphlet playfully from his grasp. He found the part with a crude map of the resort and drew an 'X' over towards one of the outdoor day spas. "Go there around noon, the activity will be right up your alley."
"Waiter?"
"Coming!" The deer glanced back to Zeke, "See you later handsome."
Taking a deep sniff of the air, Zeke couldn't help but smile as he stood up, exposing his naked body to the wandering eyes of the restaurant patrons. The bear retrieved the etiquette towel he'd been given when he arrived and slung it around his shoulders, not wanting to cover himself at all. That deer's perky bottom wouldn't leave his mind as Zeke made his way to the area on the map he been pointed to. The soft brown fur framing those white furred mounds looked so perfect and would look even better after being turned pink under his heavy hands. He enjoyed spanking other men and took great care to ensure his partners enjoyed themselves too.
A quick check of a nearby clock assured the bear that could wait out the rest of the time at the day spa, so he headed over there at a brisk pace. The brightly decorated furniture, the well-tended landscaping, and the muted paint colors created a relaxing ambiance that drew a tranquil moan from the ursine's mouth. A few moments later he had arrived at his destination - and felt a rush of sexual excitement at what he saw. There was a large raised wooden deck, sanded and polished to look as professional at the rest of the resort. In the middle of this deck was a large indention lined with plastic and filled with what looked like mud.
"Hmmmm...must be for mud baths," Zeke spoke to himself as he saw the other men that had come early all conversing in various states of undress. He did take note of the flags in two opposite corners of the squared mud pit; a blue and red flag softly swaying on the wooden pikes they were tied to. "or maybe not."
"It's not noon yet, but there are enough guys here to start the fights!" Everyone turned to see a tiger, clearly the event's organizer, holding a clipboard, "Sign-up for mud wrestling right here boys."
So, his suspicions had just been confirmed correct. The pit was for much more masculine activities then a normal mud bath. Zeke joined the mass of men signing up and being assigned a random number. After all the names and numbers were taken from the group so far, the tiger scanned the list, "So, we're starting with ten. That's a good number. And speaking of numbers, let's start with 3 and 8... Borel and Zeke."
Zeke grinned and stepped up onto the deck, flexing his large muscular body and displaying his power to the gathered men. One man was not impressed, however, as he too stepped up onto the deck. The hippopotamus seemed to be as muscular as Zeke, but it was hard to just how close their musculature matched because of the layer of fat that hid the muscles underneath.
"I bet you think you've got my number, huh old man?" Borel said as he mistook the gray fur as a sign of the bear's advanced age. The hippo's robust body was covered by a pair of loose light blue sweat pants that contrasted with his taupe hued skin.
Zeke was about to retortwhen the tiger interrupts. "Oh, so sorry, I forgot to mention. These matches have a no clothes requirement. So, please allow me."
Without another second wasted, the tiger grabbed the sweatpants hugging the hippo's waist and yanked them down. Borel was embarrassed and surprised to be so forcefully stripped naked, his large cock and balls bouncing into view, with his chubby butt cheeks doing the same for the tiger. "Hey! I can undress myself!"
Zeke chuckled and folded his arms over his chest, "He's just helping you out because you're going to need all the stamina you can muster to fight me. Now come on in, the mud's fine."
The mud was cool against Zeke's shins, feeling like it had the consistency of pudding. It would yield to his movements, but squish around him and stick to his fur. This was going to be a hard fight trying to take that big hippo down, but the challenge had been set and there was no backing out now. Borel wasn't going to back down either as he walked out of his pants and entered the mud pit himself moving to the blue flagged corner. Zeke, having no experience at this place, took the cue and moved to the red flagged corner, shaking off the momentary embarrassment.
"The rules are simple since we're all guys here," The tiger folded the sweatpants over his arm and finished, "The winner is decided when one man can't fight anymore, but nothing too rough! I hate resetting bones. The loser has to do whatever the winner says after the match, but don't take too long. Fight when you guys are ready!"
Zeke and Borel circled each other in the mud pit, never minding the sloshing at their shins. Each one was more concerned with winning this challenge for the prize of bragging rights...and the other's bodies. Zeke took a quick step forward, spinning on his heel despite the mud, and gave the rotund buttocks a firm smack with his flat hand.
"YEOWW! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA SPANKING ME?!"
"Did I do it too hard? I'm sorry. If you can beat me, I'll kiss it and make it better."
Borel charged the bear, wanting to knock the smugness off his face, "You're damn right you will!"
It was clear to everyone watching that the bear was goading the hippo into using up all his energy sloshing through the mud. At the last moment, Zeke ducked and spun away from his opponent's grasp, giving the plump butt cheeks each a quick but hard spank. The feeling of the jiggling fat and the muscle underneath resisting his handmadeZeke want to keep going and turn this brown butt pink! But there would be time for that - he just had to stay out of reach.
"Gah! Stay still old man!"
Zeke just smirked, taking a quick breath of air and continuing his slow bobbing and weaving through the mud. His opponent was acting on anger and instincts, which made it easy for Zeke to keep the hippo right where he wanted him. Another dodge of the hippo's thick arms brought Zeke into striking distance again. He pulled a strong hand back and sent it forward to swat the corpulent caboose, grinning at the exasperated sound the spankselicited.
"Since you aren't going to put up a fight, I think I'll just beat you now," Zeke stated as plainly and calmly as if he said the sky was blue. This time Zeke charged, grappling the hippo, both men pressing hard against each other. Their bodies using all the power they could muster to try to topple the other male and win the contest. The mud was slick though, which made their feet slip without giving an edge to either of them. That was until the claws came out. Zeke dug his toe claws into the material under the mud, gaining instant traction as he pushed hard against the chubby opponent.
The gathered men roared to life as they saw the potential end of the fight, cheering on whomever they wanted to win. Zeke grabbed the hippo under his left armpit, twisting his weight around his own hip to flip the bigger male onto his back. The hip toss worked, and Borel was flipped into the mud. The mud splashed onto him and covered most of his body now. Zeke didn't wait for the hippo to regain his senses before he leapt onto the man, their bare naked bodies once again pressing close as they wrestled for the right to be the winner. Zeke grabbed a hold of the hippo's upper arms in order to keep him pinned and take his hands out of the situation.
"I've got a clear shot to your beanbag, boy. Submit."
Borel was still struggling for freedom, but the bear was strong - stronger than he had first thought. He tried to get his legs up to protect his jewels, but the bear simply held his thighs open. He could feel the ursine's member grinding against his own as they struggled, white-hot arousal burning through his body at the thought of mounting this bear. However, now that he was in this position he suddenly found himself wanting that hard bear boner battering his insides. He grinned back up at the bear, grinding his crotch up against his opponent, "You make a persuasive argument. I submit."
"Good. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, but first," Zeke lifted himself off the rotund male, turning him over onto his belly. Finding a new seat in the small of the hippo's back, Zeke found himself facing his prize - the hippo's mud-covered butt cheeks. "I'm gonna toast these buns!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OW! GAH! Stop! This is-OW- humiliating." Borel tried to get up, but the weight of the bear on his back was too much. There was nothing he could do to change his predicament, all he could do was try to keep his head up above the mud.
"You lost, remember? That means I get to do whatever I want to you!"
"Fine! Just... OW... not so hard!"
The hippo's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he begged like a child for relief from the pain being delivered methodically into his plump and helpless backside. The pain of each successive spank getting stronger and stronger, making him bite his lip to keep his cries of humiliated pain from escaping.
This wouldn't do, not for Zeke. He liked to hear his victims pleading for the spanks to end. "That's not gonna help you."
Zeke pulled his hand up and aimed a nasty strong spank right at the same spot he had been hitting - and continued to hit the same spot. Even doing this, though, the hippo was lasting longer than Zeke thought he would, but they all break eventually.
It only took a few more strikes to force the hippo let loose his lips again. "AHH! Ow...please...enough! Stop this now!"
Zeke looked up at the tiger who had organized this event and offered him a playful wink. "I'll decide when it's over."
Borel hollered and squirmed under the assault, trying anything he could do to get away from the pain of his stinging rear. The fact that he had some fat in his frame didn't offer him any kind of protection from the experienced spanker. The bear knew what he was doing and the pain was white hot as was his embarrassment. He had lost and was now being spanked in front of everyone present. Despite this, however, he couldn't deny how aroused he was.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The gathered men had been hypnotized by the sexy spectacle. There were many with raging erections that had busied their hands with pumping their shafts. The tiger that had organized this event felt like he had lost control of it, but he was too engaged with what was happening to stop it. Borel then realized that no one was going to save him from this humiliating spanking. The hippo cried out, "You win! My ass is yours!"
Hearing the declaration he was waiting for, Zeke stopped his rough spanking. Once again hands touched rump. This time the touch was soft as the once heavy bear hands gently caressed the hot stinging hippo cheeks. "Good. That's good."
Zeke enjoyed the feeling of those hot quivering buns under his tender hands. The plump flesh yielded to him as he massaged some of the pain away, lifting his gaze to the gathered crowd. His sharp green eyes spoke of a hunger not sated, "I'm still willing to wrestle if anyone of you punks thinks they can handle me. Who wants to get in the ring with me?"
"These guys are all chumps!" The men part as they search for the one speaking. Finally, the speaker is revealed to be a tall grizzled unicorn with an eyepatch. He was tall and muscular with snow-white fur, but even throughhis fur, you could see the multitude of scars that marred his bulky physique. The unicorn's white fur was accented by the blue of his body hair; even his tail was blue. He stepped up onto the deck with two very powerful clomps thanks to his hooves, offering nothing but a stern gaze and flat expression. "You should wrestle a real man like me."
"A real man, huh?" Zeke stood up from the hippo's back, helping the man to his feet and out of the ring, "I've already got one hot butt to play with tonight. Adding yours will make my night even better."
The unicorn steps into the ring and stretches his thick body, cracking his knuckles and grinning, "Good. I like it when my opponents think they're tough, it makes breaking them over my knee even more fun. Name's Inorog, by the way."
Zeke bows his head as a sign of respect from one man to another, "Zeke," The bear looked over Inorog's body, seeing nothing but strong and sturdy muscles. The unicorn was built like a mountain, even his swinging meat pole seemed to be threatening with itsmasculinity. Both men dropped into their stances and charged towards each other, grappling in the mud. Their hot hard bodies pressing against each other, testing the limits and looking for a weaknessto give them an edge in the contest to come. A contest that would end with two blistered bottoms and one very happy top.
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