SSS: Camping trip
Okay so I'm sitting here and thinking on plots for stories and I've decided something. I have way to fricking many scenes in my head so I'm gonna write some of them out. This is the start of my short story set. They will all be shorter than usual (2-4 pages) and will depict just a various yiff scene I've been dying to write and will probably not continue past a single story. The first one is one of my most burning ones and is a feral on anthro bestiality fling. Don't like that sorta thing? Hit the back button or fail out with Ctrl-W if not please continue reading.
This is just a random plot I needed to get out. First and last time I'm gonna write in first person. so uh... lemme know how I did? Oh and whoever can answer this question in a comment is officially paying attention! Who is the wolf in this story based on?
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School trips you just gotta hate them. My school decided to send my class on a camping trip. By my class of course I meant the kids who failed gym. As if I really wanted to pass in the first place. This camping trip was their idea of summer school by the looks of it. We were given very little to live with, a knife a set of steel and flint strikers a compass and an empty canteen. We were told to survive one week. The only thing that set this apart from being abandoned to fend for ourselves was that there were several watchers who were instructed not to interfere. Any help on their part disqualified the student from passing.
I've been on my own here for going on two days and a handful of hours. I'm reasonably built for a fox and set into this environment perfectly. Above the ground I have my bed, vines tied tightly into a hammock ten feet up. On the ground my firewood and what I've come to call the cooking set. I've never had a problem living out here and several times I've thought of just ditching the world and slinking back to being a feral like my ancestors. It seemed the most natural thing to me to just live, hunting for my food and protecting my den. The hell with school and money and social lives just give me a place to call home and I'm happy enough.
Of course life is hardly that simple. Nightfall was coming quick and I was waiting on the forest floor for my instructor to come check on me though we both knew I was qualified to teach this little incursion just as much as him. I sighed knowing I would be last in his line. I reached down and struck my flint against the back of my knife catching a glare from the tree line with the light of the spark. I looked up and searched the forest as far as I could see in the dusky dimness of twilight.
Nothing caught my eye and I lowered my gaze once again to my flint striking it again. I managed to have a small fire burning within minutes and stood up feeling a tad bored. I looked around and saw nothing of the instructor. Figuring the coast was clear I kicked off my shorts and threw them up into my bed before walking out of the camp. I had a latrine but I couldn't have been bothered to find it and use it just to take a piss. I walked to the closest tree and pulled my boxers down enough to expose my sheath as I faced the tree.
I was ignorant of the being approaching me from behind as I relieved myself onto the base of the tree. I let my tail swish back and forth behind me as my flow trickled to a stop and I shook any of the lingering urine from my sheath. As I turned around a chill ran down my spine. There, not ten feet in front of me, was a black wolf. His sapphire blue eyes burning their gaze into me with the dancing fire's illumination. A low growl told me all I needed to know of his intentions. My ears came flat to my skull just before I broke into a full run back to the camp.
He was hot on my trail as I kicked off the tree and grabbed the low branch before hoisting myself into my bed. To anyone watching me it might have seemed acrobatic but to me I was so high on adrenaline I barely noticed what had happened. He circled below me, waiting. I had to come down eventually and he knew this. I shifted a bit in the vines and wondered if the instructor would know the wolf was here. I didn't notice the soft creaking of the vines I sat on as I shifted back until they gave way. The fall was brief, broken up only by my boxers being shredded by a branch on the way down.
As I began to stand up I heard a growl that stopped me cold. "Fuck" I whispered as the black wolf came into view in front of me. His blue eyes now had another landmark to compare themselves with, pearly white teeth capable of rending and ripping flesh easily. My ears laid back and I sighed quietly as he circled me. I lowered myself back to the ground and tucked my tail between my legs to seem less intimidating to him. His daunting posture relaxed as he circled me and eyed me.
Finally he neared me and I flinched expecting a strike. I was met with his nose, sniffing over every inch of me. He probed my side and I squirmed slightly receiving a growl from him as he moved around again. Finally he stopped behind me and sniffed over my tail. He nosed the underside of it along with my balls and sheath before he pressed up a little, attempting to reach my tailhole. He growled as I pushed my tail back down and I flinched. Giving him a small whimper I lifted my tail letting him smell every inch of me.
I felt his tongue brush against my hole and shuddered. He began licking over my tailhole making me moan softly as I lifted my bushy tail further. He continued licking me for a minute before I felt him pull away. I turned my head to look at him and saw him hop up, resting his chest on my hips as he used his paws to pull himself onto me. I whimpered beneath him hoping he wasn't thinking what I was. I was proven wrong seconds later as he arched his back and rolled his hips letting his cock head brush against my thighs as he searched for his mark.
I shifted beneath him, leaning up onto my hands and knees, he mistook this for me helping place him and laid his head down on my back as he thrusted haphazardly at me. I wanted to shake him off and run but was too afraid. A few more thrusts found him getting closer. I felt a hot wetness brush just to the left of my hole and tensed earning a slight growl from him before his next thrust had him hilted in my ass.
A sharp yelp left my muzzle as I was opened up roughly by the thrusting wolf above me. He already set his pace and, aided by the slimey coating of pre on his cock, was pumping in and out of me at a quick pace. His constant jabs by his semi flaccid cock were prodding my prostate into overtime as my cock slipped from its sheath and dripped with pre. I could feel a slightly thicker area of his shaft popping in and out of me as he thrusted and knew in a second it was his knot. He wasn't very large, but I had never taken someone there before no and I could feel myself tightening around his cock as he pounded me.
I had hoped h was as big as he would get but as he was thrusting I was proven wrong once again. His cock began to swell as he thrusted, reaching up to an inch in diameter before it was done and I could feel his knot behind it. His thrusts sped up and I could tell he was nearing his peak, I couldn't help but feel relieved it would be over soon. Then I felt it, the wolf's hips met mine as he thrusted forward harder than before. His knot was trapped between us for half a second before it slipped in and I yelped in pain as a fire tore loose through me. His hips pushed against mine, urging his cock deeper as the fire settled in me. As soon as I knew what happened, I felt a warmth flowing in me as his cock spasmed in my depths.
I could feel his warm cum flowing into me and dousing the fires as he licked my scruff. He didn't pause long before he slipped off my side and turned around, bringing his right leg up and over my rump. We stood like this for a while, my tail draped over his back and his wagging over mine. Time lost meaning for me as I stood there, tied to this wolf like his bitch as we waited for his knot to go down. I barely noticed him pulling his knot from me and only responded with a small moan as I felt his rough tongue against my hole again.
He licked up the mess he had left behind then walked back to my shoulder and nosed me into lying down. I had no complaints as I nearly fell to the ground anyway. Pleasure wracked my body as dull pains sprang up only to surge into a euphoric peace. I curled into a ball on the ground, my tail laid between my ears as my alpha curled around me and nuzzled the back of my head. I drifted into a quiet slumber, comforted by my alpha whenever I would move even the slightest. After close to an hour I heard a twig snap behind me and my instructor gasped as he saw what was curled around me. Blu tensed and I heard a snarling growl building in his throat as he stood.
I sat up and perked my ears at my instructor, Blu continuing to growl next to me. I named him Blu after his eyes and it suited his calm nature as well. I stood and nosed his shoulder lightly, gently pushing him away from the direction of my instructor. I gave him one last look before we disappeared into the night. I can still see the disbelief on his face as he watched a feral wolf running alongside an anthro-fox on all fours that used to be civilized. I haven't seen anyone since then. It has been me and my alpha by ourselves for three years.