Danang Heat
Publication update!: Due to it's upcoming publication in Anthrolation's "Heat", this story has been cut down drastically to just a teaser page. If you want to read the rest of this story, you'll just have to buy the '05 issue of "Heat" by SofaWolf Press!
Update: Mildly copy-edited February 27th, to fix a few spelling errors. And then I had to tinker with some of the paragraphs.
Preface: This story contains adult anthropomorphic males (a water buffalo and a gryphon) in non-consentual and semi-consentual homosexual sex acts, and includes verbal and mild physical abuse, humiliation, power-play, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, sobbing, showering, rugby in the mud, and a partridge in a pear tree.
If you're under the age of legal majority in your home state/country, you can't read this story, since your mom or dad will eventually catch you, call you a furry faggot animal fucker, and disown you. It's true, swear to god! For the rest of you of age, wank like the dirty furverts you are. ;) You have my blessing.
Danang Heat
by Bahumat
(C) 2004
He hit the faucet a few minutes later, and reached for a towel to dry off... only to find one missing. Shit. He only ever hung one up, and Balus had taken it, probably too drunk to notice the empty towel rack behind him. Veronath cursed softly and stepped out into the room. The house was dark and quiet, the soft sound of snoring coming up from the bedroom. Quietly he walked in, moonlight through the slotted window tracing the bulges and curves of the water buffalo's massive, broad chest. He was sprawled across the bed, wearing nothing but boots, dogtags, and that towel over the bulge of his crotch. Silently, an inch a minute, Veronath stretched out his hand for the towel, trying not to breathe. Wanting to dry off, but more than anything, wanting to see that massive cock while he could.
Balus' low voice sent his heart up into his throat, the gryphon's wings barely restraining themselves from launching him into the ceiling. The sergeant's eyes were open, watching him. A soldier's instincts will let him sleep through artillery bombardment, but sneaking up on one is the surest way to wake him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The gryphon stammered and choked on his own tongue a few times, a shudder running through his body. Ohshitohshitohshit yammered some part of his mind, as he hurriedly dropped his hand. "Just uh... needed the towel." he said, flustered. "It's the only one in the house." he finished lamely.
The water buffalo's hand caught him square across the back of his neck, clutching him and pulling him down, Balus sitting up. The water buffalo smirked down to the gryphon, his meaty hand holding the back of his head, the feathers caught between his fingers. "Bull. Fucking. Shit." he rumbled knowingly, chuckling. "You're not a subtle fag, Herr doktor..." he gestured around with a free hand to the home, ignoring the start of the gryphon's struggling, the one hand holding like an iron grip; not tight, but implacable. Even throwing his full weight against the arm, Veronath couldn't move it, and he started to tremble. Wondering if he was going to suffer a beating now, and unable to ignore how close he was to that towel, and the bulge underneath. The thick smell of the bull's balls was in the air, and fear and desire warred through him as the sergeant continued. "... you liquor me up, you watch me in the shower back at medical, and you take me back here. There's only one bed, and you know it." In fact, Veronath had forgotten that detail, but decided he'd probably have ignored it even if he'd remembered. He whimpered as the free hand slowly coiled into a fist the size of a small ham.
Balus smirked down to him, the broad, bovine muzzle parting in an ugly grin. "But hey, that's okay. You patched me up, I figure I owe you a little something in return. How'd you like to suck some cock, bitch? Yeah, you fags fucking like that. And taking it up the ass." His tone of voice not a pleasant one, making Veronath start to struggle all the harder in his hands. Calmly, Balus raised his fist, opened his hand, and brought it down across the gryphon's beak. The hollow 'THWOCK!' of meaty hand dropping on beak echoed throughout the room, the surgeon's eyes crossing and unfocusing. Balus stood, letting the gryphon slump half-bonelessly to the floor. The strike had had no power to it, but gravity and mass had been enough to stun. "You goddamn ass bitches are all the same..." he muttered, reaching over to his clothes laying on one side of the bed, and taking out the velcro straps from a pocket. "All think you're so fucking smart, all think a straight boy can't tell when you're checking out his ass. I'm going to teach you a lesson, you little shit."
The gryphon struggled weakly on the floor as massive hands grabbed his wrists, forcing them behind his back, a few quick wraps of the nylon-backed velcro binding his arms together helplessly. Designed to tensile strength in the thousands of pounds, he knew it was useless, and broke into tears, struggling vainly. Suddenly this date had gone very, very wrong. His wet plumage dripped onto the floor as the water buffalo kicked his feet up, and bound them next, behind his knees, and then looped it through both sets of restraints. "Please... d-don't..." he started to say, before another casual slap across the back of his head made him startle and yelp. Effortlessly, and all without bothering to even stand up, Balus yanked him back upright, and without preamble shoved Veronath's head under the towel, to his waiting cock.
"If I even so much as feel your beak...," the voice above him growled, obscured by the towel over his head. "... I'll fucking string you up outside and let the generals send you back home in a gimp suit." Thick cock, unseen, but smelled and tasted, was suddenly forced into his mouth. A mental prayer sent up as his throat closed around it. Bigger than any cock he'd ever sucked before... and with a jolt of horror, realized the sergeant wasn't even hard yet. He gagged against the girth forced down his throat, the rough hand on the back of his head forcing him to swallow it, jaws held widely open as tongue started to caress the thick, pungent meat. Tears slid down his beak. He'd wanted to do this... but not like this, humiliated, taunted, as shaft slid into his gullet, muscles clamping down.
Balus atop him smirked. "Yeah, you little fucking slut. I knew I had what you wanted. Swallow that cock. Makes you real happy, don't it? You're going to suck my cock until I'm satisfied. And you know what, Vero?" He grinned down to the bobbing form of the sobbing gryphon, lightly tossing away the towel to watch the tears roll down the gagging beak. "It's going to take you /hours/..."
Veronath couldn't decide if the thrill that ran through him was fear or pleasure.