Contest for Territory (Submissive Ending)
Author's Notes: Here, finally. Some dominant/submissive male/male action. ^^ I wrote two versions of this since I felt sympathy for both sides, and I let you choose which to read. Or read both. Hee hee. :3
The young cougar had just established his own territory. It was nothing special, only a few square kilometers of rocky terrain with one bigger mountain in the middle. Nothing special, but it was his. In his strength he was the undisputed owner, nobody daring to challenge him for it, until one day...
After a successful hunt Thayn had went to drink from the crystal clear stream that ran through his lands, washing his muzzle of blood and dirt that had stuck to it. It had been a good catch, a fully grown, strong mule deer, but it had proven no match for the mountain lion. He had pounced it from the bushes and torn it down with tooth and claw, the blood that had splattered over him now washed away with the ever-running waters.
Content with everything and pride over his ferocity in his heart, Thayn had laid down on a flat rock nearby, letting the sun caress his naked belly, his loincloth taken off to avoid getting it wet - and that was when he had sensed a disturbing scent. Someone else had been nearby very recently. Not a feline either, but... the scent was distinctly canine- no, lupine. Wolves. Rage shot up through him. What would those filthy dogs be doing in his territory? A more focused sniffing of the air around him revealed there was a whole pack of them. What else? he thought. Weak, disgusting animals traveling in packs, never alone.
But worry was creeping through his mind underneath the anger. How would he drive them away if they outnumbered him so badly? Even with that thought in his head, tiredness from digesting his prey was weighing down on him, and the cougar dozed off into troubled sleep, tossing and turning on the sun-warmed rock.
A howl woke him up. Jolting upright he cursed at himself for falling asleep for not finding a safer spot to sleep - around him in the darkness, he could see a multitude of eyes glowing in the moonlight, the light of the sky reflecting on them as they studied him. He was completely surrounded. Even if he had no chance, he would not go down without a fight - he extended his claws, their bony whiteness gleaming in the night, and prepared for what was to come, his back fur erected. Growling and swiping at the shadows, he was a fearsome sight, but none of the wolves would move.
Then one of them stepped forth - obviously the alpha wolf of the pack, he was considerably bigger than both the others and Thayn himself. He looked at the suddenly small-looking feline and then at the other wolves around him, before speaking. "We are going to take this territory for our own, feline." His voice was a low growl, but not without a hint of amusement. "No. The land is mine and it shall remain mine." Thayn countered, voice every bit as strong as the wolf's. "It belongs rightfully to me for dominance and strength."
The wolf looked lost in thought for a moment. "You are aware we could simply take it from you." he remarked first. "But you mentioned dominance, and we are not without honor completely. I challenge you then, to prove it, feline. Prove that you deserve this land more than us. Show that you are an alpha male and not a weak follower." with a snarl he tore off his loincloth, now every bit as naked as the cougar in front of him. He gave a sign to the ones around them, who set afire several torches, to illuminate the area where Thayn was with the lupine. The wolf was very well built, very muscular and his claws looked extremely sharp. Thayn gulped, hoping nobody would hear it and interpret it as weakness - his chances of winning looked smaller by the minute, both due to the difference in size and apparent strength. He tried to bring himself to pounce the invader but strength had left his limbs, replaced by fear.
He stood paralyzed as the wolf grabbed him by the neck. The large predator had an aura of command around him, and the cougar was spellbound, almost hypnotized by it. "Just make this easier for yourself, cougar bitch..." he whispered, leaning in so his muzzle was right next to Thayn's ear, hot breath on his sensitive skin. Locking his strong, clawed paws around his waist, the wolf turned him around so he was facing away from him, and bit down on his shoulder, fangs poking painfully at the flesh underneath the fur. Thayn whimpered but didn't try to break away. He'd think of something... right?
"You're going to lose this territory, and enjoy it happening, little pussycat..." the wolf growled again. He pressed as close as he could to the feline, his black fur and muscled body a stark contrast against the light-furred and lithe cougar. Thayn could feel his hot, demanding warmth as he did, finding it strangely comforting. Inside, he was teary-eyed. Why wasn't he doing anything? He had the perfect opportunity to tear the wolf's throat open, yet he didn't - as if he enjoyed what was going on, just as the lupine kept telling him. Then he felt something even hotter press against his back, much hotter than the rest of the wolf. It took him a while to understand that his was the wolf's fully erect cock. As the dawned to him, he twitched and tried to get away, claw at him, anything - first now he understood what his plan was - the lupine was going to mate him, proving his strength and the cougar's weakness. Try as he might, the wolf had him tightly in his strong arms, and Thayn could not move even the slightest. Slowly the bigger fur started rutting against him, growling as his throbbing cock rubbed into the smooth fur of his back.
A few feet away the other wolves were chittering and whispering already, the occasionally barky laughter resounding through the night, but otherwise they were silent, even if their postures were not aggressive anymore, as they saw there would be no fighting. The whole pack knew how this would end, and proud as only wolves could be over their strong alpha. "...doesn't even put up a fight..." was one softly growled thing that reached Thayn in his awkward position. "...calls himself dominant, esh... typical omega, it would seem..." and the simple "weak" were others. But he wasn't weak! Or was he? Tears were streaming down his cheeks now, and he whined in fear. He had been so proud when claiming this land and had sworn to himself and his ancestors that he would never let it fall from his grasp, and yet here he was, thrust by thrust surrendering everything he had fought for to the filthy, yet so strong wolf. Filthy being relative - as the lupine grew more aroused, his cock drooled precum over the cougar's fur, spreading his dark, musky scent.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the wolf gave Thayn a push over the rock he had been sleeping on - the feline barely broke the fall before his muzzle hit the stone. Soon he felt the rough paws on his waist again and shuddered in fear, and... excitement? The alpha bit into his tail and pulled it up with his teeth, squeezing it between his belly and Thayn's back as he leaned over him. This brought the lupine's swollen member between his buttcheeks, the side of it resting against his hole, feeling fiery hot. Thayn's mind was somewhere else, everything was so surreal. He could feel the tool of breeding and dominance ready to claim him, pulsing where it lay nestled, ready to penetrate him, mate him like a wolf bitch when the pack leader mounted him. He knew this was his last chance to do something even if his submission, his surrender wouldn't be complete before his... superior... filled him with his seed.
Reaching back with one paw, the wolf pointed his tip directly at Thayn's entrance, slicking up the tight tailhole with copious amounts of his clear precum. His jaws grabbed the cougar's neckfur very hard, as to prevent his little bitch from escaping as he bred him - a mating bite, Thayn thought. And then it happened - whispering something unintelligible into the cougar's ear, he pushed his hips forward, finally properly mounting the helpless cat. As he felt the thick wolfhood sliding deep inside him, violating his own dominance while confirming the lupine's, he couldn't help but to gasp with pleasure - the sheer hot fullness of it was too much for him, as was the knowledge that he was being claimed as a wolf bitch. His head swum with mixed arousal, elation and pain as the invading member thrust deeper into him. With one final, sharp buck of his hips, the wolf hilted himself in the poor puma, or at least as much as could, with his intimidating knot now pushing against the tight ring of muscle.
Thayn couldn't help it, but as he felt the strong alpha panting above him as he let his virgin tailhole adjust to his girth, he felt... admiration. A weird, twisted kind of warm pride over being dominated and mated by, or even worth the time of one so much stronger than himself. At the same time he cried to himself as he knew his home was slipping away from his grasp slowly but surely.
Yet it felt so right.
Then the wolf started the mating. Slowly he slid out, leaving Thayn feeling empty, instinctively clenching his tailhole in order to keep the male pleased and within him, and then he thrust back in, again filling the cougar so deep, growling contently as he sunk into the slick warmth of his omega. Assuming a steady pumping motion, he would repeat this, each thrust causing Thayn's own, comparably small maleness to slide further out of his sheath, each thrust making the knot sink a bit deeper, push a bit harder against his entrance, and each thrust bringing the alpha closer to his total victory. The little mountain lion was thinking about escaping again, before the lupine tied with him, but the pleasure was too much do to that just yet, and he wanted to make the dominant male feel good, as he got a warm, fuzzy feeling with each grunt from the stronger fur, knowing that it was his body pleasing him. He wasn't totally defeated yet, but he still had time to pull off and attack the unsuspecting wolf before it was too late, didn't he? So he kept telling himself, to just be able to feel good a moment longer.
Soon enough he was voluntarily pushing back onto the rock-hard cock inside him, meeting every thrust. Both his insides and the rock he was laying on were wet and slippery with precum now. He was so close to orgasm - if only he could cum before the wolf, he might snap out of this submissive, aroused daze. Almost at the point of getting his knot inside his prey, the wolf quickened his pace, resulting in both parts of the strange union growling with growing, euphoric arousal. So close, so close, the cougar only needed a few more thrusts to reach his climax... and then everything happened so fast. He screamed like a female cougar would in heat, the shrill, loud sound penetrating the darkness surrounding them as he came all over the rock, his cum smearing over his bellyfur as he rocked back and forth against it. Twisting and trashing about in his mindless pleasure, he failed to understand what the wolf meant by his victorious howl, only desiring to finish his climax - and then his tailhole finally gave into the thick knot ramming at it slipped inside, firmly tying the two "lovers" together, the top now fully within the bottom. Feeling the massive cock twitch and jerk within him, the sheer intensity of being stretched to his limits made the cougar orgasm again before the first even finished. Then, with a final loud growl, the wolf flooded his insides with his warm, hot seed. Thayn could smell it, sense the dominant musk filling him, as well as he could feel the oddly soothing warmth spreading throughout his body.
Rope after rope of the slick wolf-cum squirted deep into the Thayn's insides, the lupine murring as he claimed his prize - the cougar, and with him his territory, and he could only mewl miserably with sorrow as his orgasm finally subsided. Why had he let this happen? Tears were streaming down his cheeks again as he laid limp on the messy rock, wolf still tightly locked inside him, drooling what remained of his load inside. Finally he was spent, and relaxed on top of the cougar.
"You won't have to leave, cougar..." he whispered now. Thayn perked his ears. "...you can join us and live here... with a catch - you'll be my personal beta... fucktoy." the sentence finished with a growl. Despite the absurdity of the suggestion, Thayn could only nod his head happily - he would still keep his home, even if under the eyes of the new owner.
And he could keep the wolf too. A smile crept across his lips. Maybe all wasn't lost.
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If you felt sad for the cougar, read the other version. :3