Cougar's Rest
Cougar's Rest - A Romance Western
Warning: Contains written scenes of sexual intercourse between two anthropomorphic males, covers gay relationships, adds a mild rape scene, and some bad language. Read at your own risk.
A romantic story set in western times, maybe a wee bit sappy and silly at times, but I had fun writing it so I decided to edit it and post it up anyway. Hope you enjoy.
When the mysterious cougar rode into town that afternoon, for a moment all eyes were fixated on his every movement as he brought his paint mount to a graceful stop in front of the only saloon in the dusty old western town. Jack leisurely dismounted his ride, and proceeded to tie his horse to in front of the water crib, and duly noted that the locals had retired to their daily business.
It was not often that new visitors came to Maroon River, especially since the town wasn't located near any of the main roads or any of the developing railways--but that was probably the reason the furs settled in this forgotten little hole in the first place--hoping to get some peace and quiet.
It was quite obvious to those who still stared that the feline certainly wasn't from around these parts. He'd most likely be some bounty hunter from one of the cities out west since his two silver revolvers were clearly displayed on his belt for all be nervous eyes to see. At least it appeared he wasn't here looking for any trouble confirmed by two locals who had agreed that he must be here to ask about those wanted men that was spotted in the area just a few days ago.
Now for a small town the local establishment surely seemed like a rowdy place. The music was playing, the drink was flowing and nobody paid much attention to the new visitor which just entered and walked straight to the bar to order himself up a bottle of whiskey from the somewhat cautious otter who played barkeep. Gladly obliging the patronage Jack was quickly provided his bottle and a clean glass and so made his way to the back of the tavern to sit back and relax from a hard day of riding.
It was of course then when some local troublemakers arrived right on schedule to rile up the locals and disturb the relative peace that preceded their unwelcome arrival.
From what our stranger could surmise, the unpleasant looking bull and his rowdy gang of thugs was not a particularly welcome sight in the saloon at any rate. And judging by the local's reaction they must have seen trouble brewing from afar as they almost immediately started to make for the door. Now our intrepid bounty hunter certainly wasn't going to run away at the sight of some thug idiot and his gang of fools who summized they could scare everyone away by their stench alone--so he just lay back in his chair in the dark of the saloon and poured himself another from the already part empty whiskey bottle in front of him.
Not that Jack really cared, but the fun got started sooner than he had anticipated, and it was certainly not what he expected from a backwater little town like this. One of the local tavern whores, a somewhat scanty feline who probably seen more than her allotted share of unholy exploits, desperately tried to make a run for the tavern door coming down from the flight of stairs, but was fortunately crudely seized by the gang of thugs in a carefully planned ploy of laughter and exploit.
The tavern whore frantically kicked, clawed and scratched--even got in a bite or two as she desperately tried to fight off the vile gang of abductors--but naturally they mistook her particular brand of aggressive opposition as a invitation to have some harmless fun, but were soon put into place by their gang boss, a nasty looking beast who dealt out a few quick whacks and curses.
But of course it was only to satisfy his own agenda sinnce he probably were entitled to the first round of whatever they had planned for her.
"Oh come now me pretty little thing," The bull grunted lustily trying to subdue his unrelenting prize which only reaction was as he nosed up her pretty little breasts, was some angry spits and hisses and a very close call with sharp claws to the soft of his muzzle.
"Come on me darling." The bull mock pleaded as he began to undo his trousers. "Don't be like that now."
"Let go of me. You... you filthy monster!" The feline futilely struggled to get herself free--but from the looks of it, she didn't even had a chance.
The romance part was certainly skipped as the gang boss got straight to the action as his massive meat jutted into the air in front of him. Jack found it somewhat odd that no sheriff came running and neither did any of the thugs pay much attention to him sitting in the back so he wrote it off to the fact that it must be part of the local entertainment on offer and pushed his chair back on to two legs, laying back to fully enjoy the free show.
As the gang of accomplices held the feline down and steady, they presented her to the rutting bull and toughly tugged her curling tail out of the way as she made a last attemp to protect her privates. The gang boss needed little encouragement to ram his already very aroused member into the feline's mound regardless of her very audible protesting. It was almost somewhat of a letdown to watch the eager bull breed her mindlessly and with lustful impatience. He moaned. She hissed. And it was all over too soon, too quickly.
Even though it was certainly worth for Jack to see the massive bull blow his load following a series of heavy grunts following by ample strings of bovine cum that streamed freely down the just abused felines furry legs, it was even more pleasant to observe the potent intricacies of the steeds glistening, yet still throbbing member that was dripping freelu with spunk.
But soon noted, the tavern whore was let go and immediately ran off hurling insults at the gang as she were probably on her way to go inform the local pimp of the unpaid use of her delectable services. When the gang boss eventually got his pants back up, he started with a very curious inflection on his sweaty brow at the stranger that is sitting in the back of the bar. And so without further ado, he headed on over to make his introduction.
"Whut the hell?" The nasty bovine could not believe the feline was just sitting there with a smirk on his face.
"Good performance!" Jack offered his somewhat unwanted review and raised his empty whiskey bottle towards the bull in full appreciation. It was certainly much more entertaining than the usual boring claptrap back in the cities. "But... I'm afraid you blew your load much too soon... so I'd say--a four out of ten will be in order." He concluded his review.
"Four... out of--duh..." He did not understand.
"Yes," Jack sighed. "That means you kinda screwed up back there big guy."
"Duh-" The gang boss could not quite seem to process this level of coyness. "You looking for trouble or whut stranger?"
"No..." Jack sighed. "I came here to watch the performance."
"Uh... purformance?" The bull could not quite seem to get around to understanding and neither did his gang who stared at each other in turn shaking their heads.
"You know--the one where you seized that hapless whore, raped her, and then approached me so I could tell you how I think you fared. If we do a few more rehearsals, hell, we can even take this show on the road if you want." Jack spoke in a monotone voice.
The big beef seemed even more confused now but very gradually a spark flared somewhere up there.
"Well... uh... the shows not free mister. You're going to have to pay up."
"Uh--no," Jack replied nonchalant. "It wasn't that good. Actually I want a refund--if you don't mind."
The gang stared at the coy cougar for a moment and naturally he pulled his gun followed by his entourage of underfed thugs.
"I said pay up--mister!" His voice resounded through the bar flaming on a coming headache.
Jack just smiled as he pointed the barrel of his revolver right at the nasty habits crotch from under his cloak.
"No--I'm not. Not if you want to lose them jewels down there. Partner."
"Duh-" The bull laughed embarrassingly after a few needless moments of due consideration. "I think I like you mister." He concluded holstering his gun.
"Want to play a few hands of poker?" Jack offered thinking that he could just as well make the best of all the local entertainment on offer. "But I must warn you. I don't play for money."
"What u betting then?" The bull asked somewhat surprisingly brushing the sweat from his brow.
"Let's make it interesting." Jack pointed at his paint mare tied outside the bar. "If I lose you can take my horse." He paused for a slight moment. "But if I win you screw me like you did that whore back there--and this time round you'd better last longer."
It did not take too long for the group of thugs break out in a fit of laughter having to hang on to each other for the heck of it--but as Jack may have expected the bull seemed more than a little interested in the offer and he quickly silenced his entourage by lifting his huge paw in the air. From the looks of it he probably thought he was not going to lose anyhow.
"You sure do have pretty horse there mister." The bull wafted somewhat excitedly. "I'm all in,"
He grinned sitting down at the table as Jack got the deck of cards out of his back pocket. And soon the game was a paw as the audience and the odds grew thicker.
For a dumb-looking bull he was pretty good at playing poker, but eventually Jack had him beat. But whether he was going to make good on his part of the deal was yet to be seen.
~*~
"Oh god yes Erin... fuck me harder!" Jack moaned and growled as the rutting bull slammed his thick breeding appendage fervently into the cougars abused tailhole--only to pull it out again and jam it all over again as per specific instruction. It may have been a peculiar habit, but Jack always wanted to know and shout the name of the particular stranger who was providing needed services. It did not work the other way around though.
"Ungh... you sure are tight mister." Erin groaned, sweating profusely, blowing heavily through his widened nostrils--his enormous bovine testicles slapping lustily against the cougars tight ass with the completion of each and every thrust.
"I like it tight--" Jack finally got an answer out, trying to ignore the fact that his own sleek throbbing feline meat needed some dire attention from the unholy pounding his prostate was receiving. "Now shut up and grab me by the tail." Jack ordered amidst the rough pleasuremaking. Erin soon complied and grabbed him roughly at the base of his tail and pulling him in with every thrust.
"Yur sure a strange one mister," Erin barely got uttered getting in the throes of pleasuring himself in the cats tight hole, his thrusts increasing with vigor and was his grunting and snorting with satisfactory amount to the lustful cougars ears.
Feeling the massive black bovine getting close to satisfaction Jack quickly began to paw himself off, drawing the rough leathery patches of his paw eagerly up and down his own slick feline member. As the bovine grunted heavily and began to shoot his load deep into his bowels, Jack brought his own pleuure to quick completion covering the clean sheets below him with strings of his own potent lovemaking seed with a shattering yet pleasing roar that resonated through the small room. Collapsing next to the spent bull, he tried to regain at least some of his sensibilities as quickly as he could. He never snuggled, or cuddled ever.
At least somewhat satisfied by the experience Jack got up and started looking about for his clothes that was strewn all across the dusty low class hotel room. He then soon noticed the bull staring at him inquisitively.
"You're not going to stay mister?" Erin asked hopefully when he saw the feline getting dressed. Jack noted with some amazement that the bull was still hard and throbbing thinking tt must be something in the water as most of the dominant males back in the cities fared somewhat pale in comparison.
"Uh--no." Jack replied matter-of-factly as he reattached his gunbelt to his waist. "Frankly... you smell bad." The cougar inadvertently sniffed the rancid air. "And you weren't all that good much either."
"Now see," Erin uttered in what was a genuine protest. "There you go and hurt me feelings now."
Jack however just ignored him with a tad of feline scoff on his usual emotionless expression.
"Here," Jack felt somewhat indifferent as he flung some green in front of the bull's nose that he took from his wallet. "Make sure you buy some soup--and get yourself a fucking bath for a change."
Before the bull could respond Jack finishing up and left the room heading down to the bar. He certainly got what he came to this hole for but he was not done for the night by far.
~*~
Early the next morning a young border collie dressed in the local sheriffs uniform dismounted his ride at a fishing spot down river located not far from town. After a hard mornings ride hunting down a band of coyotes Tim had to take a minute to assess the sorry sight of the naked cougar who probably had passed out drunk and clearly been stripped of all his worldly possessions at the base of an old oak tree. Not that the empty liquor bottles scattered all around him was already indication enough of how he got his horse stolen, and himself stripped out of all his clothes--Tim just shook his head as he proceeded to splash some water from his canteen over the cougars face to give him a midday wake up call.
"Oh shit..." The cougar cursed loudly as he rose in incoherent steps from the ground grabbing his throbbing wet noggin with his paws. "Fuck!"
"Take it easy there stranger," Tim kept his eye on the cougar just in case, which he have been doing anyway ever since the big cat had rode into town just the day before. In actual fact the collie soon found his eyes drifting to the felines more prominent features since there was no doubt that he was well endowed but soon scathed himself for the momentarily lapse in the professionalism expected from his trade.
"What the hell happened..." The cougar soon started to notice his calamity, "My stuff... my clothes!" He feline went off spitting and cussing as he paced around.
"Some band of coyotes robbed you during the night," Tim explained distantly as it was a common occurrence in these parts. "I spotted your paint next to the road not far from here this morning so I figured I picked up the coyotes trail while it was still warm--just to make sure no one is in trouble." Tim continued, "I managed to track down their camp to the mountain range back east. When they saw me coming they made a run for it leaving most of your stuff behind."
"Fuck--" Jack cursed as he started to remember what happened the night before. "That little sack of coyote shit got me drunk... we screwed and--"
Tim just sighed as he brushed his paw over his paw over his face to ward of any unsavory imagery of said even popping up in his ever active canine imagination. At least for now.
"You're sure one lucky cat mister." Tim dutifully added.
"Thanks... I reckon," Jack said as he approached his paint that was tied to the sheriffs horse to recover his clothes and other belongings from the saddle bags.
"Yeah sure--" Tim smiled somewhat not having expected a decent thanks in the first place. "You really should not camp outside town in the first place." He added.
"I can take care of myself," The cougar futilely tried to defend the last shreds of his honor but soon realized something very important to his identity was amiss and feverishly started to search the saddle bags on his paint for them.
"Where's your guns then?" Tim smirked.
"I... can't find them..." Jack grabbed his head in disbelief and started to violently haul the stuff out of the saddle bags strewing it out on the ground at his feet. "They're gone!" He moaned. "They're fucking gone!"
Tim considered prolonging the cougar's torment but he was already in bad enough shape as it were.
"Calm yourself mister. I have your guns right here," Tim announced. "But before I return them to you I want a favor in return."
"I should have known," Jack sighed. He was not used to get seconded by anyone. Especially not some amateur sheriff from a hick town out in the middle of nowhere. "So what is it you want from me?" He asked not even trying to hide his displeasure.
"Teach me how to shoot straight and you will have our guns back," The young sheriff embarrassingly admitted. Of course the cougar would have laughed if he could--but thankfully his hangover prevented such an rare atrocity from occurring.
"You can't be serious." The cougar noted.
"I am serious." Tim relented. "My father got killed by an outlaw named Turan before he could teach me to shoot proper. About a month ago they rode into town and shot him down when he tried to negotiate for the safety of the town." The collie explained trying not to show too much emotion as he spoke. "So I want to be ready for them when they come back." Tim said as he dismounted his mustang waiting for Jack to respond.
"What makes you so certain that I can teach you anything?" The cougar evaded the insinuation.
"You are Jack the Silver aren't you?" Tim announced as he handed the feline the two silver trademark revolvers that he have hidden in his own horse's saddle bag. He could not have the cougar go through the night without his guns anyway.
"Uh-no. I'm definitely not Jack The Silver." He lied openly. "But if you return tomorrow... maybe I'll teach you a thing or two for returning my horse and my gear." The cougar begrudgingly offered.
Tim just stood there finding it hard to believe that the cougar standing in front of him was the real Jack the Silver--a hero--a legend. From the stories told in the taverns and saloons he heard gripping tales of the infallible gunslinger which this drunken feline certainly didn't seem to fit the bill of, however the gun belt held the unmistakable name of The Silver inscribed together with the trademark revolvers and his paint mare was kind-of a dead giveaway.
"Thanks--Jack," Tim smirked as he mounted his again which attempted to graze nearby. "I do suggest that you stay in town for the night--and please do not to get wasted again. I need you wide awake tomorrow to keep up your end of the deal."
"Yeah sure..." Jack replied and watched as the young sheriff rode off. He felt kind of obligated to help the collie now. Not many would have tracked down the coyote tribe and have returned his property to him. Somehow he knew he had to repay the favor even if he did not like getting involved--even if it translated into more of a irritation because of the splitting headache that gripped his pounding head. But at least for now he got his horse, his guns and his clothes back.
~*~
When Tim showed up the next day at the spot near the river he was somewhat surprised to see that the cougar had kept up his part of the bargain. He was already busy setting up some targets with empty whisky bottles while his paint grazed nearby the river.
"Jack?" The collie announced his arrival seeming that the cougar did not pay attention to his arrival.
"Stop calling me that." The cougar replied gruffly.
"What should I call you then?" Tim sighed. "Stranger?"
Jack thought about it for a moment and exhaled deeply with a sigh.
"Jack will do for now I guess..." He dolefully admitted.
"Sweet," Tim said as he eagerly retrieved his own rifle from his saddle seeming he was not going to get a chance to try out those two legendary silver shooting machines on the cougars belt. "I am Tim by the way."
"Ok... Tim," He started, "Try to hit the row of bottles closest to you. If you can." Jack grinned.
Tim steadied himself, aimed his rifle and fired at the targets--though he only managed to hit two of them before the chamber was empty. He then turned his gaze to the cougar for an inevitable evaluation but Jack only shook his head in utter dismay.
"I think I know what your problem is." Jack said as he stared at the canine without emotion. "Get undressed."
Tim first thought he did not hear right but the cougar seemed serious.
"Get undressed..." Tim stared at the cougar in disbelief. "What do you mean get undressed?! That is the most ridiculous thing that I have ever heard." He went off but the cougar couldn't seem less bothered at his outburst.
"Get undressed or leave--" Jack warned. "It's your choice really." Jack proceeded matter-of-factly without emotion on his face. "If you want to learn from me--you will do exactly as I tell you."
Tim thought about it. Really hard. It was the craziest thing he has ever done but he slowly started to strip out of his sheriff's uniform as instructed. The only one who saw him naked before was his mother and some vixen that had left for the city before they could get serious. Now he's going to expose himself in front of another male.
"This is crazy," Tim complained as he eventually stood in front of the cougar in only his boxers. Even if he was smaller than the feline his own muscle tone almost matched that of the cougar so he had no reason to feel inadequate but it felt complete weird stripping for another male. Especially one he found kind of attractive since he had seen him naked and all.
"All of it." The cougar demanded staring at him.
"I really don't like where this is heading," Tim voiced his concerns, but he knew he really needed that lessons if he was to survive the gangs coming assault. Anyone else given the mere chance to train under Jack the Silver would already been sucking the felines cock or taking it behind just for the heck of it. So continuing to slip out of his clean boxers Tim's striking black and white sheath and matching tight canine balls was soon presented for the cougars viewing pleasure, and for a moment he caught the feline's gaze transfixed on his young canine form. What was worse he could feel his own sheath swelling up at the sight of Jacks unwavering admiration of his other male features especially when the cougars gaze drop below comfort level.
"Uh--ok," Jack suddenly stuttered regaining his composure as supposed instructor, "Reload and try again."
"I can't see how me getting naked for this is going to help with anything." Tim still wanted to complain but complied with the feline's wishes regardless and reloaded the magazine of his rifle.
He soon started to wonder if he wasn't by chance misreading the cougar's intentions. But he could not shake the feeling that the big cat was up to no good. He could smell the felines strong musk clearly, his arousal, his sweat, and it was making his own sheath embarrassingly want to swell up. It really sucked to be a canine. He never really considered being with other males since today and he could not figure out why was he feeling this way or attracted to the cougars admiration--or naughtiness.
Tim just shook his head violently to get rid of the offending thoughts and aimed at the targets placed further away. He fired his rifle again but this time he managed to hit only one of the whiskey bottles. Needless to say, he could just not keep his mind on his targets and soon noticed that Jack just stood there with a wide grin on his silly face.
"Oh will you stop it!" Tim whined, "I can't concentrate--I am naked--and you are distracting me with your stupid staring. How am I supposed to hit anything like this?"
"You aren't." Jack replied dismissively as he approached. "Just aim at the target to the right but don't pull the trigger."
Tim's heart suddenly fluttered as Jack stood behind him and patiently guided him to adjust to the correct stance and grip on his rifle. He then felt the cougars paw run all the way up his arm, touching it, caressing it until it finally reached his neck and shoulders.
"Wha--" Tim soon gulped embarrassingly noting his own member was starting to poke out of his sheath. He shivered as Jack ran his paws down his back until it reached the base of his tail. "What are you doing?" He finally got it out trying to move away but Jack stopped him.
"Just keep aiming..." The cougar calmly ordered. All Tim could think of doing was to follow instructions, even if it was against his better judgment. He tried his best to resist the advances of the amorous cougar but his body would not let him. He could not believe that he was enjoying being touched by another male! "Just keep concentrating on your target," Jack continued to appease the canine as his paws inadvertently moved down to the canine's tail. "That is the only thing that matters."
Tim felt Jack work his paws all over his body, rubbing his back and base of his tail, stroking his pecs making him gasp for air, shivering slightly as his tummy is caressed all the way down. He tried his best to concentrate on the said target, but as the cougar kneeled in front of him and felt the feline's hot breath on his exposed sheath and canine tip his mind started to race in doubt and fear.
"I can't do this Jack..." Tim tried to lower his gun but Jack stopped him.
"Don't give up now. You're almost there," Jack insisted but Tim was too overcome with emotions and lust to care about stupid target practice any longer.
His full member easily popped out of the thick black collie sheath and exposed the wet mass for the cougar's enjoyment. Jack skillfully began to tease the tip with his rough feline tongue and it made him gasp and let out an involuntary moan trying his best to maintain his composure. He did not really want this. It was not right. Or did he? Maybe that's why he never got off with the females and why he always felt an uneasy wetness in his sheath when looking at other males.
"Oh just... fuck this shit." Tim finally called the cougar bluff and dropped the rifle on the ground next to him and offered his tight virgin pucker to the very aroused feline. "For gods sake, will you just screw me and get it over with," He whined, his canine meat throbbing and at full attention.
"I thought you'd never ask." Jack beamed as he took the collie into his arms.
~*~
Jack never was one to waste time with foreplay. The collie was just too hot damn sexy and eager now for him to resist much longer. He gently placed his arm around the canines waist to support him feeling Tim pressing his back against his hardened chest. Jack slowly prodded his hardened pre covered tip against the soft inviting hole. At first slowly, but when he realized that Tim offered little resistance to the intrusion he slowly slid in, and noticed that the young sheriff actually wanted this more than he first let on.
Sliding his seasoned member all the way in, Jack gasped in surprise as he experienced one of the softest most inviting holes he ever had the pleasure of taking. For a moment it took the roughened cougar somewhat off pace he began to doubt taking someone as sweet as this roughly, and just for sex. Somehow he never cared much about his fuck partners feelings as it was only a way for him to get off after all, but somewhere deep down there he knew he actually had feelings for this canine--and he would never forgive himself is he was to hurt him. But as in surprised answer the collie suddenly looked back at him staring into his eyes. There was no hurt, fear or guilt in them, only a subtle invitation that he wanted it to happen, that he wanted to share himself with his new mate.
Thrusting into Tim's tight hole, this time a bit more potently--his companion suddenly gasped in pain and tightened his anal muscles around the cougars member making Jack gasp for air in a pleasurable but somewhat worried response. At first Jack tried to ignore the sudden tightness but he could feel his new mate tensing up way too much. It was then that he realized that the collie was still a virgin. Not really a surprise though.
He had a choice. If it was anyone else he would not mind driving it home hard and fast--but somehow his heart had already melted for the canine. It was strange. It has been too many years since he had this feeling and it was something he only shared with his previous mate that was murdered in cold blood. Jack did not know if he could do this. He could not have these feelings for anyone ever again. That is why he let himself be pounded and fucked his bedding partners as hard as he could. It was noting special. It meant nothing at all. No one was as special as leopard and no one could ever replace him.
"You ok?" Tim finally asked after a few moments.
He did not really want to answer that. How could he. He did not want to live like this. He barely knew himself anymore and since that day that his partner died he stopped feeling. From the moment he picked up his guns that day he never stopped killing those who had hurt the innocent, but with that he gave away that part of himself. Yes they said he was the biggest hero this county had ever had. But he never felt like one. And now after all these years he is going to make love to someone who can give the part of his humanity that he had lost back to him. And it was the only thing he ever wanted.
"You are a bit tight," Jack replied as he made his choice. He adjusted his position a bit and placed his other arm under the collies butt to lift him so he could give his massive feline member better leeway and free passage to the deep soft fold within. "Just relax. You'll do fine. I promise."
Jack could feel the canine's heart beginning to beat faster in anticipation. His mate was unsure what to do and as he expected Tim tensed up even more. He knew the only thing he could do now was to break his virgin mate the hard way--and hope that he would understand what he wanted since he could not tell him-- he needed to experienced it himself.
Tim started to moan softly in despair as the cougar's member violated his sensitive hole. He tried his best to accommodate the lustful and vigorous breeding of the big feline but he was failing miserably. He almost wanted to shout to the cougar to stop, that he could not take it anymore, but suddenly, a feeling of immeasurable pleasure and companionship came over him, his body finally starting to give in to the felines wild lovemaking--and he then realized that this was not just sex his mate wanted--he wanted to make love to him.
Feeling Tim finally giving in to his advances, surrendering to the pleasure, Jack gave a growl of contentment as he let himself get lost in the moment--his own unlettered lust to breed--to take his new mate fully and properly. Jack moaned into the completion of every single thrust into soft canine flesh, holding back his desire to spill his seed into his mate for a long as possible.
Tim yipped excitedly in response to the possessive vigor of his mates breeding, pounding his prostate into submission, his throbbing canine member dribbling strings of pre while he held on to the cougar as he was pounded like there was nothing else. Jack suddenly moved his paw and grabbed the canines jutting member. When his roughened paw began to stroke the entire length, teasing the collies knot, it soon made Tim whimper wildly in pleasure as he started to drove himself almost erratically into the cougars paw. It only took him one or two more lustful thrusts and with a excited bark shot his entire load into the air in front of him, his body twitching and heaving in pleasure as he tried to hold on to the big cat.
It was incredible, he didn't ever want it to stop, but Jack soon succumbed to the sensations of making love his new mate. He finally roared out his ripping orgasm, and shot his hot feline load deep into the canines bowels, filling him with once again with a sensation warmth and belonging, something that would bind them together forever, and somehow he knew this strange collie he had met just a few days earlier were meant to be together.
Jack found himself smiling for the first time since he could remember. He got so used to rough and dejected sex that he almost forgot that something else existed. He licked his new mate's ear in response and suddenly let go. He just held on to Tim, just standing there and could not remember when he was last this happy, when he had a real partner who loved him back.
"That was... amazing." Tim breathed heavily.
"I..." Jack for the first time could not find the right words. Not even one clever thing or romantic thing came to mind so he just caressed his collies face gently, softly with his paw.
Jack wanted to open his mouth but Tim placed his paw on the cougar's lips smiling.
"It's ok," Tim smiled at the cougar. He could see it in his eyes, his expression how much Jack loved him. To tell the truth he never expected to fall for anyone this quickly himself. It was all new to him, but he knew he could trust his mate to pave the way for them both.
"You never had any intention of teaching me how to shoot did you?" Tim hit the big cat on his shoulder. Jack laughed heartily.
"Don't worry yourself little sheriff," Jack grinned as he looked into Tim's eyes, "I will have popping them targets like a pro in less than a weeks time. That I promise."
~*~
Riding out to their usual spot almost a week later Tim almost immediately realized Jack was not waiting for him as he usually would. The past week with the cougar had been exquisite, and Tim found himself happier than he'd ever been as he fell for the feline that so quickly won over his heart--even if Jack insisted to stay here at the river and not spend his nights at the ranch with him.
But this morning Tim realized why the cougar did not want to move in with him. Jack was saddling up his mount and tying up his gear with rough precision. It only meant one thing.
"You're leaving..." Tim uttered in complete despair as he jumped of his horse walking over to Jack. "Why..." He felt his heart beat wildly with anger and disgust. "Just why?!"
"I gave you what you wanted didn't I?" The suddenly indifferent cougar replied emotionlessly as he tightened the saddle harshly.
"What do you mean what I wanted?" Tim asked with a pained expression in his eyes which Jack noticed but immediately looked away.
"Sex--a good time," Jack replied somewhat dismissively. "Isn't that what you wanted from me?"
Tim was shocked at the sheer hurtfulness and arrogance of the felines words. He never could imagine that his Jack could turn into such a... monster. But he bit on his lip realizing that harsh words will only make things worse. If he stayed calm maybe he could maybe still get through to him.
"The only thing I ever wanted is to be able to love you." Tim replied with tears in his eyes.
"I--" Jack stuttered as he stared at Tim, but then looked away. "I can't give you what you want... I am sorry Tim."
Tim suddenly realized that Jack's behavior may have had to do with losing his own mate many many years ago. Jack told him that while at work--a young banker at that time--bandits raided their new home and killed Gary, a young leopard that he was madly in love with. They had planned to build a life and grow old together, watch the sunsets over the valley from second story balcony which Gary was busy working on at that time. But it was all taken away from them. Maybe that was why Jack hunted down the bandits so mercilessly for most of his life.
"That is not true and you know it." Tim continued, "You can't keep running away. I guess the pain you feel will always be there, but you need to give yourself a chance to love somebody again... anybody... even if it is not me." Tim added sadly.
Jack did not seem to accept it though.
"You know nothing about me!" Jack shouted. "about love... or the pain I feel. Just leave me alone!"
Tim could see the hurt in the cougar's eyes, but he knew that he had to push on or he may lose his Jack forever.
"What about what happened between the two of us?" Tim brought up his last defense. "Did that mean nothing to you at all?"
"That was just sex." Jack replied harshly.
"I thought..." Tim had to swallow deeply to curb his emotions. Breaking down crying is not going to work with Jack. "I really thought we had something together. I thought that you actually cared about me." Tim trailed off with the tears again forming in his eyes. He just could not help it. "I thought that you wanted to be my mate..."
"No!" Jack said mounting his horse, "You thought wrong."
"Please Jack." Tim tried to stop Jack by standing in front of his horse.
"No Tim. You really need to let me go." The cougar tried to steer his horse past the canine but Tim grabbed the reigns to stop him.
"What happened to you Jack?" Tim felt himself loosing control of his emotions. "You were a legend. A hero. Now you're just a goddamn drunk running away from himself... from people that love him." Tim shouted.
The cougar remained silent for the longest time before looking Tim in the eyes.
"Please don't try to follow me." He concluded coldly.
Tim had no choice but to step aside. He suddenly realized that there was nothing more he could do. It was over. Done. And he had suddenly lost a friend, a lover and a mate. All for nothing.
"Where will you go now?" Tim called after the cougar as he watched him steer his horse towards the desert and mountains to the west.
Jack did not answer and spurred his mare hard to get on his way and leave behind the sweet loving collie who stole his heart. And all that remained behind was a deep emptiness as his horse disappeared into the mountain trail.
~*~
It was one of those hot, sweaty and dusty afternoons again almost a week later. Tim reclined in what used to be the chair where his father used to sit, the is the only one in this miserable little town who had the guts to still play sheriff and was shot down in the middle of town for his trouble. Jack leaving him left him feeling a deep emotionless emptiness. He did not really care about this town or these people since he had no one left here that cared about him. His mother died when he was young and now his father was gone as well.
But he knew that if he wanted to honor the memory of his father, he will have to stand up to Turan's gang and take his revenge even if he had to do it on his own. Even with the training he received from Jack the Silver it he knew it was hard luck if he survived. The only other fur who was useful with a gun was the Erin and his gang--but they were not really interested in getting themselves killed so there was no hope getting help from them. Even if he do not survive it didn't really matter anymore since Jack was gone, and Tim could not see himself loving anyone else like that ever again. The collies mind raced with the thought of going after the cougar, but he knew that he may have waited too long already. Jack may be anywhere by now and it will take months even more to locate him. Maybe he will when all this is over and he had survived. He can probably still pick up The Silvers trail, but for now, he must face this enemy as his duty towards his honor for there was no place in this world for cowards.
Tim sighed as he unthinkingly rubbed his sheriff's badge in his paw. There was no word of the bandits boss's movements as of yet, but one stage couch did report that they saw a cattle farm burned down to the ground by some bandits, but the farmer, his wife and pups said they were saved by some rider on a bay mustang. He knew it could not be Jack since he rode a paint, and no one would miss those silver shooting pieces. There was not much that he could do now but wait. Tim stared idly at the folk outside in the streets, watching the wagons and the horses come and go as if nothing was amiss. He did warn the people that Turan's gang may ride into town any day now but they could not seem more bothered. What was the use of trying anyway.
Tim almost managed to dip into a slumber when a paint horse suddenly came to a stop in front of the sheriffs office. The rider slowly dismounted, tied up his horse and it almost felt like he was dreaming when the figure of a familiar cougar stood there motionless before him.
"Greetings--sheriff," The strange cougar greeted courteously and removed his hat. "I was wondering if that position of deputy was still open?"
Tim did not waste a second before jumping out of the chair and rushing towards the feline standing in the doorway. He quickly grabbed his love around the waist, and greet-licked him with welcome whimpers as they both danced around in joy, his tail wagging wildly as the cougar returned his affections by kissing and holding him tightly.
"You're back!" Tim finally got it out, his tail still wagging happily.
"I am so sorry I left you," Jack kissed the canine again. "So very sorry."
They just stood there for a few moments in silence before Tim continued.
"What changed your mind?" He asked as he looked into the felines eyes.
"You did," Jack gave his mate another loving squeeze.
"God--I missed you so much." Tim moaned noticing how safe he felt in Jacks embrace.
"Sorry for all those horrible things I've said to you." Jack tried to make amends. "You were right... I was running away... from my past. But no more. Never again. Now that I have you I never have to go down that road again."
Tim did not answer. Words were not needed. He trusted his mate more than anything and he knew Jack was always going to be at his side from now on. And at that moment it was all that mattered to him.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but--" Jack suddenly broke the silence between them and his expression turned to one of concern. "I have spotted Turan's gang about a day's ride from town." The sighed deeply knowing what awaits them. "And they're on their way here."
"That can't be good." Tim replied as he let go of Jack, pacing around, trying to get his mind on the business at hand. "So what do we do?"
Jack thought about it for a moment as he stared out on the street and over the buildings.
"We will need the whole town on this one," He answered. He did not get to be legendary bounty hunter and vigilante for shooting stray cattle. "We let them ride straight into town, box them in... and I guess the rest is going to be pretty obvious."
"We pick them off one by one," Tim added with a grin on his muzzle.
"It's not going to be easy." Jack warned the eager canine. "We need men on horseback to pipe them in. We need the townsfolk to cover the exits, and the two of us need to split up on the roof to do the actual killing." Jack laid out the plan.
"I don't think the townsfolk will have any problem with helping once we tell them who you really are," Tim placed his paw on Jack's shoulder seeing that it made him uncomfortable. "Erin and his gang is the best bet for the horsemen. His gang can ride pretty well and they are not bad shots either when they are sober--so I guess we are pretty much settled them?"
"Erin?" Jack asked almost to quickly feeling the blood pump into his face remembering that first time he arrived here in Maroon River. Tim just laughed at the feline's expression.
"Don't worry about that." Tim grabbed his mate again and leaned in for a hug. "The only thing that matters is that we are back together again. And I am not going to lose you again. Not to some rutting bull, some bandit gang, or anyone else for that matter."
Jack started to kiss the canine on his sweet black and white nose and began to undo Tim's shirt after placing his hat on the table. Soon Tim felt his pants drop and the cougars followed quickly afterwards.
"Wait..." Tim tried to resist the advances of the big cat even though he could feel his own sheath quickly swelling up at the attentions of his mate. "Shouldn't we be start preparing for tomorrow or something--"
"Oh let them get a good night's rest. We'll tell them in the morning--and besides," Jack growled lustily as the Tim's pants drop to the floor together with his. "I have missed you way too much."
~*~
Almost a year has passed since the standoff with Turan's and his gang. Tim opened his eyes slowly as the rays of the morning sun gently touched the fur through the second story window of their home. As he lazily stretched himself out he listened to early day noises from the city streets below. Stage couches, riders, and pedestrians making their way to wherever they needed to be was just one of the things that he enjoyed about living in the city. In some ways Tim was really glad that he and Jack had to move here. It turned out to be a better life for both of them even if he had to sell his family's estate back in Maroon River so they could by this small two story home in the middle of the city. But the main reason that they have moved here of course was so that Jack could be closer to the doctors.
Looking at the cougar next to him stirring somewhat in his sleep Tim could not help be reminded once again of the shootout that almost separated the two of them. Somehow Turan got word about their planned ambush--and everything just went horribly wrong. It was a certainly a gun fight that will be told for generations to come--but for Tim the price was too high. He almost lost his mate that day.
If it was not for Jacks bravery none of them would have survived. If it was not for Erin's courage and determination the three of them would have died that day. Together with the few townsfolk that survived they were forced to take cover in the saloon which was quickly set alight by Turan's gang. Stuck inside with the entire place burning down around them, the only way out was to fight and Jack did not hesitate for one moment. Together at the cougars side he and the bull combined their fire power and Turan himself eventually fell that day after a bloody battle of pure wit and luck. When Jack fell after he took the brunt of the gang's weapons fire in the initial assault, all he and Erin and the townsfolk could do was to keep fighting until the end. Turan were even downed by a bullet from a silver gun, Jack standing bravely in the saloon door, even if his life was slowly fading away. It was a trying time for all of them as Jack continued to fight for his life waiting for a doctor from the city to arrive. But at least now it was all behind them.
"Morning gorgeous," Jack yawned and lazily stretched himself out on the bed as he grabbed his mate in his strong arms. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh... nothing important." Tim lied a bit smiling as he licked the cougar's nose. "How you're feeling this morning?"
"Still a bit sore... all thanks to you," Jack grinned but by this time his poker face did not work with Tim the collie knew his mate was still in pain. "But it was definitely worth it." He noted putting his mate at ease.
Tim could not help but feel his sheath guiltily stir at the thought of the previous night. It was the first time that they could make love to each other like they used to, since the bullet wound in Jacks left side of his stomach became infected again a few weeks back. At least doctor Embers was one of the most skilled surgeons in the county and he quickly got Jack on his feet again.
"Since you're feeling better," Tim suddenly remembered something. "Rayn is giving a dinner party at his house tonight--do you want to come with me?" Tim asked hopefully. He knew Jack didn't like to get out much but he was hoping eventually convince his mate to meet some of his friends. Jack seem to be depressed at times stuck here in the house all day while he was working at the bank. He was kind of worried that Jack would never fit in with the city life--or even be able to settle down at all.
"I don't know..." Jack sighed. "There's going to be too much people--and they're just going to be staring at the two of us again." He protested looking away from his mate, "I really hate that."
"It's going to be fine," Tim tried to convince the cougar. "Most of my friends are gay as well and they are really looking forward to meeting you... and," Tim rubbed the felines head fur with his paw, "I really think that you will like them as well."
"Well..." Jack seem to be more open to the idea than before. "I must admit I have been pretty lonely the past few months--you working at that bank and day and all. I guess it won't hurt to... meet some new friends."
"Oh... thanks my love!" Tim announced excitedly as he tried to get out of bed but Jack stopped him.
"No--problem," Jack replied groping his mate in turn but then thought of something knowing his mate. "What have you told them about me?" The cougar asked with a worried expression.
"Ah--well." Tim gulped. "Just about everything."
"You naughty little collie," Jack growled he grabbed the canine and pinned him under his weight, holding him down, planting a wet kiss on his nose, his face, his neck, running his paw all over his mate. "Your're going to pay for that by making sweet love to me again before you have to get up for work." Jack teased with a toothy grin.
"Only if you feel up to it," Tim licked the frisky feline's nose.
"For you--always," Jack answered with a smile as there was no doubt, fear or loneliness anymore. Just pure and simple love.
So there you have it. I originally wrote an entire run-up and shoot-out scene but even after several rewrites it still dragged the story down. So I just scrapped it and rewrote the ending. Hope you're not too disappointed--but I will make it up in the next western where I have some good old gun-slinging action planned.
Since English is my second language I will appreciate any comments, feedback etc. I do wish to improve my writing skills in order to deliver better stories for you guys.