The Long Goodnight
It was January. The winter heat had begun to make River sweat a bit, and he wondered just how odd the weather could and would get. As he looked into his mate's eyes, he felt a deep want, but he could not tell where it would lead him, or what that want was. Sitting in the park, River felt in love, but it was not with his mate, Juliet. He felt in love with the world, and he sat up, stretching his arms high, and looked at her. As she gazed back into his eyes, Juliet saw an old friend, not a lover, but she said nothing. River helped Juliet up, and she pecked him on the cheek. River felt such little warmth from such an exchange, he almost though himself a monster.
"I'm leaving," he announced with a sigh.
"Why? Where?" Juliet asked, with a look which would mellow the most wild soul. But evidently, not River's.
And so, the next day River looked into a possible adventure into the wild. The young puma had never been to a farm, and decided to look into an ad stating this:
'City life got you down? Come work as a farm hand out in the beautiful forests of Sylvan! Steady pay, free room and board,' followed by an address. River felt a deep swell in his heart, maybe there was someone up there looking after him.
River booked a train ride out to the country, and the following weekend, he left. Sitting in the train, River could only imagine what kind of great things awaited him. Looking out his window, he saw an odd thing. A young avian, with a brilliant plume of grey and white feathers caught his gaze for an instant. River felt himself drawn to him inexplicably, but could not tell why.
After two days travel, the puma arrived in the evening at the farm. The farm was a deep mahogany color, and pretty as anything he could've hoped for. What kind of work could he do in such a place? Training horses for the rodeo? Doing gardening work? The latter seemed itself a more apparent task, and yet there was little he saw fit to do. The corn stalks were a brilliant green, and more lovely than any of his mate's roses back home.
Presently, a shirtless tiger of thirty or so years approached him. River could not help but gawk at the tiger's body, and slowly followed the darkened fur which formed his "stairway to heaven."
"Hi, I'm Alex. You must have come about the ad?" The tiger greeted River, speaking with a startlingly high voice.
"Yes!" River exclaimed, his face snapping up to catch Alex's gaze. The tiger laughed a knowing chuckle, and lead River to the house.
"You're the first one to show up! I'm more'n a bit excited to see you myself! Here's your room, and--ah, here's the closet. Your things should do just fine in there. Heh, this used to be my room, so pardon any...leftovers. Kitchen is to your right, bathroom and my room to the left. Rest up, and we'll see what we can do about work in the morning."
"Thanks."
"To you as well! Goodnight."
"Night.." River gazed into his arrangements. A large bed, queen size; a few posters of some old bands; and then there was the closet. As River opened it, enough clothes shelter a small town tumbled on him. After a few minutes work, River cleaned up the space and noticed a small box. As he opened it up, he gasped; the box was filled with a veritable treasure trove of gay pornography!
"Dog Fancy", "Beef", "Butch", and a massive pile of others. As River stared in shock, he noticed his penis had pressed itself up hard against his fly. River fell down, dazed and confused.
"Am I...Gay?" The puma coughed in embarrassment. Perhaps he had better think this over with a nice shower. He got up, undressed himself, and wrapped a towel around himself. He walked down the hallway to the shower, and found himself once more erect. As he looked into the room, he saw Alex naked, and exercising his own erection. The puma gasped, and as the tiger looked up at him, he smiled.
"Come here, River." Alex said this in such a seductive way, River could not help but walk in. The tiger ripped the towel off of River, and smirked. River felt embarrassed of himself once more today.
"Not...particularly well endowed, are we?" The tiger chuckled. Rivers formerly brown cheeks went flush red.
"Not to worry, not to worry." Memories of an embarassing showering experience at high school experience flashed across River's mind. The tiger slowly crouched down, and cupped River's balls in his hand lightly. Fondling them for a moment, he suddenly squeezed hard, stretching the skin. River gasped out in pain and arousal, before being turned around. River felt the tiger's hands permeating his ass and felt a quick jolt of pain as the massive tiger entered his body. A flush of pre-cum covered River's cock. Alex slowly worked his way in, before pulling out suddenly, leaving River's asshole gaping. River gasped, and Alex started pumping into him, quickly and without any sign of stop. As the huge member went in, River felt as though his cock was about to explode. After minutes of torturous pleasure the tiger finally came, drenching River. The cum dripped out and left his bottom white. Alex spoke again.
"Turn around, River." River complied, gasping for air.
"Now, I want you to finish yourself." River's paw slowly moved to his cock.
"No. With your muzzle." River gave Alex a puzzled glance, and sat up on the sink counter. He bent down, stretching with all his might. Finally, he felt a warm and moist slap on his snout. River opened his mouth wide, and felt his own cock inside him. River licked and sucked and pulled, and just before he came, the tiger grabbed hold of his dick, squeezing it so no cum could come out. Finally, he let go, and sprayed himself with River's goo. Alex slowly put a paw down, and brought some of the cum up to his mouth, and swallowed it. He grinned at River, and said
"Good night."