...And Something Else Besides
#2 of The Blazewood Pack Saga
...And Something Else Besides by Nightcatcher Blackwolf Thornpaw, the black-furred alpha of the Blazewood pack in Northern Vermont, paused a moment at a fork in the trail he traversed to let his companion catch up with him. "You ok back there?" An answering feline growl echoed up to him, followed by a slight yelp and the sight of Fleetstrike coming up the path. The sleek werecheetah had still not adjusted to the forests of Vermont from the plains of Africa, but he was improving... The feline rubbed the fur on the back of his neck, and crankily replied, "Yes, I'm just fine... Why are there so many different kinds of thornbushes? Every time I think I know all of them, another pokes me. Wouldn't -one- of them be enough?" Thornpaw laughed, the corners of his muzzle twitching upwards in a smile. Here in the wilderness of the mountains, they didn't need to be worried about humans seeing them, and even if they did, what would come of it? The humans would most likely think they were 'Bigfoot's. "Each of them has its uses; perhaps you should ask the shaman and see if he'd take you on a harvesting trip with him..." The look that crossed Fleetstrike's face, composed of disgust and horror at the very idea, sent Thornpaw into another gale of laughter. Fleetstrike swatted the muscular wolf with one paw-hand, only just realizing the Garou was kidding. "It's not funny! One of these days, I'm gonna take you to the plains of my home and watch you try and stalk a gazelle. THEN we'll see how funny it is. Are we almost there?" Thornpaw, goodnaturedly accepting the blow as he deserved it, looked about him. "Yeah... we're about a mile off." "A MILE? That's ALMOST there? May the souls of my ancestors shield me, by the time we get to your goddamn 'special spot' I won't be able to do anything worthwhile, I'll be too busy recovering from having my skin ripped off by these damn bushes!" Thornpaw looked at the faint path, the stickerbushes on either side, then back to Fleetstrike. "Well.... we could just stop here..." The cheetah heaved a long suffering sigh. "All right, all right.... Lead on, oh alpha." The two trudged on, every once in a while stopping to pull a thorn free from the feline's tail... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Summerwind, Blazewood Pack's resident bard (much to the dismay of all other packs), had been left in charge of the pack during Thornpaw's brief absence. The corpse of Grayheart, the black-furred warrior who tried to wrest control of the pack from Thornpaw's good rule, had been ordered burnt to ashes. Summerwind remembered Thornpaw saying "We can't bury him... he's so corrupted, the land for miles around would be poisoned. Burn him... the fire spirits will clean his soul... I hope." The red-furred werewolf heaved a sigh as he sat next to the fire. It wasn't that leading the pack was hard work; indeed, the closeknit society very much ran itself. And there was no longer the stress of carrying the secret of what he and his alpha did to pleasure each other. He would miss that closeness... but his alpha had found another, and had fallen in love as surely as Fleetstrike had fallen in love with him. Summerwind smiled slightly. Still, it left him open to have other relationships, and since he was bi, he would have a larger selection... But none in the pack were the ones he felt a connection to in terms of life-mating. All of them just lacked the 'pull' he had heard of. But still, there was time. He was a young bard, for all that his stories and songs were known countrywide, and he could, if need be, wander elsewhere to find a mate. He discarded that idea immediately. Blazewood was his home. If he couldn't find what he was looking for here... well, maybe he wasn't meant to fall in love. The messenger should never in any way partake of that which he carries, after all... Something like that. He shook his head slightly. Lonely as he was, he would wait. His brother, Darkwind, wandered over to him. Though they were not twins, they looked almost precisely the same. Darkwind's fur was a darker shade, looking more like copper than flame, and he was perhaps ten pounds lighter. He was also the small pack's shaman and healer. It was to him that the Garou would come when they needed a medicine... or just someone to talk to, for his insights were uncanny. "What troubles you so, Summer? You look lonely." "Nothing, really... Just..." And suddenly the bard lurched, nearly falling facefirst into the flames before Darkwind caught him. His mouth went very dry, and his head pounded... and from the pounding came a strange dark laughter... Summerwind struggled to sit up, holding his hands to his head, closing his eyes and howling. Then, without any warning, it suddenly stopped. Summerwind opened his eyes to see Darkwind crouched over him, looking very worried. He managed to croak out the words, "On second thought... maybe not nothing", before he felt the darkness of the night taking over his vision, silencing his hearing, shutting out all his senses one by one, until it robbed him of his consciousness.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Here we are." Thornpaw broke from the forest into a large clearing, startling a herd of deer, which bolted into the woods at the sight of the half-man. The clearing was a mirror of the one used by the pack as the main gathering grounds, only on a much smaller scale. There was a ring of stones in the center, surrounding a firepit; there was a bench on the other side of the clearing from where Thornpaw stood that seemed oddly out of place; and there was a small tent. "Please tell me you did -not- drag me all the way out here just to see a clearing." Fleetstrike stumbled into the clearing. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we're not in that blasted forest any more, but all this way for a clearing?" "It's more than a clearing. It's a gateway to the spirit world." Fleetstrike furrowed his brows. "Spirit world?" "The place we go when we dream. Full of possibilities and paradoxes, things that could have been and weren't, or things that can't be and are..." Thornpaw paused meaningfully, looking to Fleetstrike. "I... see." The feline blinked a couple of times. "But still, why did you bring me out here?" Thornpaw laughed at the cheetah's puzzlement. "Well... There are kind of... rules... that govern the gateway and the ones who protect it from misuse... Such as, when someone's zipped the tent up behind them, no one is to disturb them... and you don't like the forest much..." The wolf trailed off, watching Fleetstrike's face. Fleetstrike still didn't get it. "Your point being?" Thornpaw rolled his eyes expressively. "My point being that I'm not very much for doing... certain things... in public places. The only other private place besides deep forest I know of is here." The feline's face lit up with comprehension. "So, shall we...?" At the cheetah's nod, Thornpaw crossed the clearing, and entered the open tent. Fleetstrike, shaking his head at his own sluggishness on picking up on what Thornpaw had planned, followed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darkwind carried Summerwind's limp body into the alpha's tent back at the pack's main clearing. He was worried, very worried indeed. He didn't understand quite what was going on. One moment his brother had been perfectly fine, the next, howling in pain, and the next out cold like someone had simply disconnected his mind from his body. After taking a few moments to set Summerwind on the bed, Darkwind stuck his head out the tent. A small crowd had gathered, having seen Summerwind collapse, and many murmurs were circulating throughout. Darkwind beckoned to one of the younger members of the warrior sect, a lean, brownfurred one by the name of Riverwood, known for his skill at archery and stealth. "Quickly. Go to the caern and tell Thornpaw that Summer's taken ill suddenly. Tell him..." Darkwind hesitated, then continued. "Tell him it doesn't seem quite like a natural illness, either." Riverwood's sharp blue eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Darkwind cut him off with a shake of his head. "Yes, I'm sure. He may be on vacation, but this is important." Riverwood nodded, and turned to go, then stopped and looked back to Darkwind. In a timid voice, he asked if Summerwind would be all right. Darkwind shook his head. "I don't know. Quickly now, off with you." Riverwood took off into the woods. Darkwind addressed the crowd, which by now had grown quite a bit. "He needs rest. I don't want anyone else catching this if it is a contagious disease. I'll keep you updated if his status changes. Now leave us." And with that, he pulled his head back into the tent to tend to his brother. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thornpaw pulled open the tentflap, letting Fleetstrike into the tent. It wasn't very impressive; the room had a cot, and a small table with a lantern on it, and that was about it. Thornpaw zipped the entrance shut behind him, and crossed the room to the cot. He pulled it aside, then hooked his claws into a tear in the fabric, and pulled the floor of the tent up, revealing a dark shaft leading into the earth. He turned to Fleetstrike. "I certainly hope you're not claustrophobic." Fleetstrike shook his head. "Good. Follow me, then." The wolf picked up the lantern, and began climbing down, using the hand-holds carved into the sides of the shaft. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Riverwood swiftly cut through the forest towards the clearing. He was an expert woodsman, and knew the path well. He allowed his mind to wander as his feet kept running the memorized path. Why would Summerwind suddenly be struck ill? Especially if, as Darkwind says, it's not natural? The only enemey we had was Grayheart, and he's dead now. Well, him and the Wyrm. They could always be causing it, but I've never heard of such a pow... Riverwind never saw the shining silver blade held out at neck-height. He never saw the face of the person or creature who stopped him, quite literally, dead in his tracks. All he saw was a flash of bright red, and then all was darkness. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fleetstrike finally reached the bottom of the seemingly interminable shaft, and blinked rapidly, shielding his eyes. The center of the cavern had a huge fire in the middle of it which illuminated everything, and reached clear to the ceiling... some 15 feet above. No smoke seemed to come from the flame at all. "Wow." From the other side of the fire, Thornpaw chuckled. "Yeah, wow is right. Whoever is the gatekeeper for the month comes here every day to keep it going. But that's not what we're here for, unless you like the chances of falling off the end of the Earth... literally... C'mon back here." The cheetah walked around the huge fire, and saw his companion duck into a side passage. He swiftly followed the wolf... and nearly tripped over him, as he had stopped right inside the dark alcove, his passage barred by a huge door, which appeared to be made out of solid iron. Thornpaw opened the door, and gestured Fleetstrike to wait a moment. The wolf entered, and after a few moments, a hiss of a match being struck was heard. The irony of needing a match with a fire wasn't lost on Fleetstrike, but his response was changed to a delighted purr. He stood in the doorway of a well-furnished bedroom. Thornpaw put the cover back on the old-fashioned oil lamp, and set it down on the dresser he stood next to. Fleetstrike's eyes wandered across the queen-sized bed, the table with ten chairs around it across the cave-room, the dresser, and finally settled on Thornpaw, who laughed. "You're a one-track mind, really. It didn't even occur to you to ask how they got the bed down here, did it?" "No." Fleetstrike looked to the bed again, then back to Thornpaw, his expression changing from lustful to curious more swiftly than the wolf could imagine. "How did they get it down here?" Thornpaw grinned. "I dunno. I never thought to ask. Convenient, though, isn't it? Fleetstrike nodded, quite emphatically. "We gonna use it?" The wolf walked over, grabbed Fleetstrike, and began hauling him towards the bed. "No, I thought we'd come down here to discuss the political situation between Kosovo and the United States." The sarcasm fairly dripped as he pushed the cheetah onto the bed. Fleetstrike looked up at Thornpaw, and very seriously began, "Well, if you really want to..." "Oh, shut up." The feline looked down to see Thornpaw's pink cock beginning to peek out of the sheath. He reached over, and slowly traced the underside of the wolf's sheath with his claw. "What was that about one-track minds?" Thornpaw shuddered, not answering. He moved forward, his cock pushing upwards and revealing itself more fully to the cheetah, whose sheath was only now beginning to swell with his thickening cock still inside. "Mm. That's what I thought." Fleetstrike pulled Thornpaw even closer, and licked at the tip of the pink cock, gently playing with the furred balls hanging beneath it. He licked again as a drop of precum came to the tip, then gently kissed it. Thornpaw shivered. "Hey, move over a bit. If you keep doing that, I'll end up falling on you." As soon as Fleetstrike moved, Thornpaw laid down on the bed.... with his head at the other end. Fleetstrike knew precisely what he intended, and moved to make it easier, then licked the tip of his lover's length again. The wolf slurped at Fleetstrike's sheath eagerly, shuddering slightly as Fleetstrike continued to lick just the tip teasingly. As the feline's cock slowly extended, Thornpaw quickly closed his muzzle on it, but carefully avoided touching it with his tongue, just holding it. The cheetah stopped licking a moment, and looked down at the wolf. Thornpaw, at just that moment, licked once, from base to tip. The cheetah stiffened, and stopped his natural impulse to thrust just before it kicked in. He quickly returned his attention to the pole in front of him, and took it fully into his mouth. He sucked in hard, and quickly lapped up the little drops of precum that oozed almost in a steady flow from the lupine cock as his paws wrapped around the wolf's legs. Thornpaw rumbled around Fleet's length, and continued to lick slowly up and down repeatedly, drawing moans from his mate. He looked over curiously as Fleetstrike stopped his work, arching back, then grinned, and flicked his tongue across the tip before he returned to his sucking. The cheetah closed his eyes. He felt the orgasm coming on, slowly and more exquisite than any he had had before. His grip on Thornpaw's legs tightened, and he let loose a feline roar as he released himself into the wolf's mouth. Thornpaw saw Fleetstrike's balls contract, and steeled himself as the cock in his mouth pulsed and sprayed his mate's seed into his mouth. He swallowed swiftly, and pulled slightly away, teasing the tip with his tongue as more of the fluid splashed out. Eventually, Fleetstrike slowly eased down from the heights of ecstasy, his length dripping small drops into the wolf's muzzle. He looked at the cock before him, licked it a couple of times, then looked down to Thornpaw as the wolf released the spent prize. "You didn't finish." "I know. I... guess I'll handle it later." "No, no... C'mon." Fleetstrike rubbed the length gently, watching his mate's reaction. "I want to... um... have this in me. I've heard it's good that way." The wolf's eyes widened. He hadn't gone this far with Summerwind, though he'd wanted to; what -he'd- heard was that it hurt like a bitch. "You sure?" "Absolutely. I... trust you enough not to hurt me. If you'd wanted to, you could have done that before. C'mon." The cheetah rolled onto his stomach, and lashed his tail back and forth a moment before pulling it up and out of the way. "Well, if you're sure. I'll... try to be careful." The hesitant wolf climbed up on the bed behind Fleetstrike. He lowered himself over the feline, until his cock just barely touched the anal ring. He looked at Fleetstrike, who nodded, his hands clenched around the bedsheets, then slowly lowered himself, his length slowly pushing into the feline. Fleetstrike closed his eyes and let out a long, low moan. The feeling was... indescribable. His anal muscles clamped down on the pole he felt opening him up, but he quickly and deliberately relaxed them. Once Thornpaw was down, he reached back and held him there, getting used to the feel. Thornpaw shuddered, as the warm, smooth feel against his sensitive length nearly made him lose control, but he managed to retain his senses, and just lay against Fleetstrike, wrapping his arms around the cheetah and holding them together as well. The feline slowly released his grip on the wolf as he got used to having his lover inside him. He braced himself, as he expected Thornpaw to lose control and start fucking him hard, but Thornpaw for a moment, just lay there. The wolf very slowly pulled back, about halfway sliding out, then very slowly pushed back in, the moan that escaped the cheetah's mouth finding an echo as Thornpaw came back to rest a moment, then repeated the maneuver a little faster. Fleetstrike's tail wrapped slowly around Thornpaw's back as he felt the wolf straining to keep control. The cheetah was overwhelmed with the sensations. So much pleasure... there was a little bit of pain, but so little he could ignore it. Thornpaw licked the back of his mate's neck as he began to speed up, as the tight, virgin rear passage began to remove his control. His thrusts grew harder, longer, and faster, and he began to growl slightly. The cheetah moaned loudly with each thrust, the speed enhancing both the pleasure and the pain. He couldn't ignore the pain anymore, but the incredibly good feeling was overwhelming that, making it bearable. Thornpaw kept speeding up, soon thrusting incredibly quickly, pushing his length in and pulling it out, the knot at the base slamming against Fleetstrike's anal ring, but not quite going in. Oh my gods, the knot. Fleetstrike looked over his shoulder, and saw his mate, through the haze of pleasure obscuring his vision, pull back, and thrust hard, slamming the knot into him. He heard himself roar in pain, but he didn't feel connected to the sound. He was connected more to his lover, and squeezed down on the huge piece of flesh tying them together. Thornpaw heard Fleetstrike roar, and tried to stop himself, but it was too late. He howled, his entire length squeezed by the feline muscles, and let loose a torrent of seed deep into his lover, pumping his fluid in huge spurts. The cheetah felt the hot, wet liquid flooding him as he squeezed on his mate. He wrapped his arms backwards around his mate, holding them together while the wolf spent his orgasm in him. Panting, he murmured that he loved Thornpaw. The wolf, still in the afterglow, murmured back. "I love you too, Fleet." Fleetstrike blinked. He thought he had said it too low to be heard, but... well, it doesn't matter now. He loves me too. The cheetah slowly rocked over on his side, taking Thornpaw with him. "Is it safe to... sleep like this?" "I don't know.... tired you out, did I?" The tone of his voice belied his energetic look. Fleetstrike, half asleep already, replied. "Damn right. Tomorrow, -I'm- going to fuck -you-, and then you'll see what I mean." Thornpaw chuckled. "I hope so. Sleep, love." There was no reply. It took Thornpaw a moment to realize that Fleetstrike had already fallen asleep. He stared a moment, then smiled, cuddling up closer, and closed his eyes... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OK, this was my first M/M yiff story... Hope no homophobes flame me. Actually, one already has, over Pride and Prejudice, but that's besides the point. I'm feeling more and more inclined towards males and less and less inclined towards females. Anyways... as always, email me at [email protected], even if it's to flame me. I learn that way. In case you didn't know, this is the sequel to 'Pride And Prejudice'. Read that for the story of how the two met. It's better than this one is, even if it doesn't have yiffing in it.