Heart Rate ...for Shadow Panther
"Heart Rate"
for Shadow Panther
by Tagenar
Shiro consciously maintained deliberate, even breaths as he jogged down the path. It was an unwritten park rule that walkers and gawkers kept to the sides, and joggers ran down the middle. Shiro easily breezed by parents walking with their kids. Couples out for leisurely strolls. They hardly noticed the skunk as he passed, but sometimes the kids marveled that Shiro's tail was as big as his body.
Shiro didn't like jogging, but he needed to keep his weight down and this was the only way that had stuck. He jogged for what felt like twenty minutes, and slowed to a trot. He checked his watch. It had only been nine minutes. Frustrated, the skunk forced himself to pick up the pace. He jogged on the gently winding path between the trees, past calm lakes and over small bridges. He panted. His pace became uneven and his breath wavered. He checked the time again.
Twelve minutes!
Shiro shook his head, slowed to a walk and sat down on a bench overlooking a clear pond. He leaned on his knees and caught his breath, trying his best to keep it controlled and even. The black and brown bear on the other end of the bench looked away from his magazine and watched the skunk from the corner of his eye.
Twelve minutes was not enough to keep his heart rate up. He needed at least half an hour. Shiro just wasn't into it today. By the time he came home from work all he wanted to do was sleep. Jogging was still something he had to force himself to do.
The bear flipped the page, still peering at the skunk. He panted in time with Shiro. The skunk felt the deep, chesty breathing coming from other end of the bench, and he looked at the bear.
The bear folded the magazine and looked straight at Shiro. He thought the bear was mocking him and was about to get up, but the bear stood. The bench creaked without his weight. Shiro felt the wooden slats relax all the way across. His balls and sheath hung in Shiro's face for a split second, then the bear turned and walked around the bench, off the path and into the trees. With one clawed finger he gestured for Shiro to follow. Shiro slowly rose from the bench and looked after the bear.
The skunk looked around. No one else was around. Curiosity got the better of him. Cautiously he walked in the bear's paw prints. The trees ended after fifty paces at a small pedestrian bridge. The bear was standing under it, leaning against the wall, watching Shiro.
Shiro approached the bear. The bear began rubbing himself. In a few strokes, he peeked from his sheath. Shiro froze, watched it slip out more and more. Longer, thicker. Shiro was about to turn around and walk away, but he couldn't take his eyes off the bear's growing length.
He shook his head and started to turn around.
"Where you goin, gorgeous?" said the bear. "Scent like yours after a run I'm surprised you're not runnin from a crowd of males who want a piece of it."
The bear was still rubbing himself. Still coming out of his sheath. It looked pleasantly long now, spanning two of the bear's pawgrips but not much thicker than Shiro's own. Nobody called a skunk's scent after a jog gorgeous...
Shiro began to peek. He walked up to the bear. He stood eye to eye with his sheath. The bear gripped himself hard, forcing it all the way out. Shiro couldn't take his eyes off it.
The bear smirked. "Against the wall."
The skunk faced the other wall and braced himself against it. The bear stood behind him. He removed his paw from his sheath, picked up Shiro's tail and held his hips. Strong arms surrounded Shiro. Large bulk lowered over his back, holding the skunk down.
Hot pressure pushed under his tail. Shiro gasped and tried to grip the smooth cement with his claws. The bear didn't go easy; he shoved himself all the way in at once. Shiro grunted and panted even harder, trying to keep quiet. He heard some of those little children with their parents running over the bridge, giggling. Other light paw steps tapped the wooden planks over his head.
The bear started thrusting deep and fast. Shiro panted and moaned. Between gasps of shock at being filled so quickly Shiro said, "Why here? Why are--"
The bear quickly wrapped a paw around Shiro's muzzle. "Shhhh... Keep it down. Don't wanna scare the kids."
He pulled back and thrust forward three times as he spoke. Shiro shook his head slightly. The paw unwrapped, fell away and went back around the skunk's hips.
The bear pounded faster and harder. He tightened his grip on Shiro. His weight pressed him down the wall with every thrust. Shiro couldn't keep quiet--he panted and grunted as the bear squeezed him more and pushed him down the wall. Shiro's claws gouged the concrete on the way.
Finally the bear was lying down on him, and Shiro was crouched on his knees, face in the dirt, arms climbing up the wall. He panted and groaned as the bear grunted and breathed his hot scent down on him.
Out the corner of his eye Shiro saw something. He couldn't move his head very much, but it looked like someone was peering down on them from the bridge. Then it was gone. A moment later, as the bear thrust him hard and deep, he heard something land on the dirt.
The bear paused and breathed hard from his chest. Shiro panted and turned his head just enough to see a large wolf walking towards them.
"Hey... Looks like you caught yourself a great piece of tail there."
He stood over them. Shiro could tell now that the wolf was all the way out of his sheath. He was bigger than the bear.
"Call second?" said the wolf.
"Yeah. I'm sure the little guy won't mind, will ya?" He thrust Shiro twice as he asked.
Shiro moaned and panted. He looked the wolf up and down. He wasn't thinking right now; it just felt too good. He nodded.
The bear pounded the skunk, driving him deeper into the ground. The wolf stepped over his reaching arms and crouched in front of him, bringing his solid meat down to the skunk's face. Shiro let go of the wall and braced himself on the wolf's muscular legs instead. The wolf had a solid powerlifter's body. No definition, but enough bulk to rival the bear's. His maleness sure did. It was easily larger than the bear's--maybe three pawgrips, twice as thick and no taper.
Shiro opened his muzzle and slid it over the solid wolf. He suckled it like a puppy, holding onto the wolf for support as the bear slammed him hard.
The bear's breaths became deeper. Shiro muffled his moans on the wolf's stomach. The bear gripped the skunk harder, lay down on his back fully and pushed one last time.
Heat rushed deep into Shiro. He mumbled and wrapped his tongue around the wolf's meat to quiet himself. The bear pulled out quickly. He lifted himself from the skunk, panting deeply from the exertion.
The wolf stood up. Shiro released his meat and pulled himself up the wall. The wolf didn't let him--he immediately filled the empty s pace the bear left, gripped Shiro around his belly and lay down across the skunk's back. Shiro was once again face down in the dirt. The wolf had him surrounded; he couldn't budge at all. His grip was stronger, his body was larger, and so was his meat.
The wolf aimed his meat under the skunk and pushed. Shiro folded his arms, lay his head on them and held onto his elbows. He didn't slip in easily like the bear. The wolf made room. He spread Shiro open further and further, slowly and gradually until finally the tip popped in.
Once Shiro was open, the wolf slid all the way in. Longer and thicker, it touched more than the bear's ever did. At last the wolf's hips touch his own. The skunk gasped and panted as he got used to being filled even more.
The wolf thrust deep and quick. He stayed deep, barely letting his hips separate from the skunk's. Shiro wondered if the wolf was going to--
Yup. Shiro felt a knot forming. Shiro had never been with a canine before so he didn't know what to expect. It filled like a balloon. Stretched his insides. Shiro screamed and gritted his teeth, trying to keep it down as the pedestrians above strolled casually and enjoyed the serenity of the park.
The canine stopped thrusting. He held perfectly still, except for his knotted member, which pulsed and released heat into him constantly. Shiro panted in time with the waves.
Out the corner of his eye Shiro saw someone peek around the corner. He tried to turn and look at who it was, but he couldn't move a muscle. The wolf had him tied and pinned and he wasn't going to let him go until he'd taken all his seed.
"Damn, that's hot," said the figure. He casually strolled around the corner and under the bridge.
"You want a turn?" said the bear.
"He up for another?"
"He don't care. Look at him. Brain shut down half an hour ago."
They continued talking. Shiro couldn't concentrate on their voices; he was too absorbed in the wolf's knot. He couldn't tell how long the wolf lasted, but eventually he went down. The wolf pulled out, knot still half-inflated. Shiro screamed on the inhale as it slipped through. Seed ran down his legs and the weight of the large canine lifted off his back. He started to stand up, but was pushed back to the ground by an even bigger mass!
Shiro looked over his shoulder. A cougar, larger than the wolf, knelt behind him. His arms alone were bigger around than Shiro's legs. His penis was larger than the wolf's, even with the knot! It touched his chest and was as thick as Shiro's forearm! Large, threatening barbs lined the tip.
Shiro didn't have time to comprehend it--suddenly the cougar grabbed Shiro's hips and pushed inside. The barbs were a shock he wasn't expecting. Shiro's head flew back and he screamed through gritted teeth.
The feline worked his way inside. Shiro was looser than he'd ever been in his life, but this cat still needed to put effort into it. The feline's meat opened him wider and wider. The barbs popped in one by one. They touched parts of Shiro he didn't even know existed.
At last he was all the way inside. The cat didn't hold him down like the others. Massive as he was, he didn't seem interested in holding him in place. Shiro looked at the other two under the bridge. The bear and the wolf were pawing each other while they watched.
The cat thrust slowly. Shiro did his best to keep quiet as his barbs scraped Shiro's insides in both directions. He expected them to hurt, like the rumors said, but they felt more like multiple massages at once. They were for his pleasure as much as the cat's.
Shiro never knew he could handle this much. He hadn't stopped panting since he walked under this bridge. He should have been tired, but he hadn't felt this energetic since he was a pup.
The cougar gradually sped up his thrusts. Shiro lay on his arms and relaxed as the cat rode him faster and faster. A minute later Shiro felt the cat finish. He didn't stop thrusting. He kept on as though nothing were happening.
Something huge walked under the bridge. It was saying something, but Shiro didn't pay it any mind; the barbs felt so good nothing could take his mind off them.
A little while later, the cougar slowly pulled out. Now the barbs caught on Shiro's insides and refused to let him go. He balled his fists as the cat pulled out. Shiro felt each barb pop out one at a time. He gritted his teeth, grunted and screamed through his closed muzzle.
Finally the cat was out. He stepped away. Shiro was exhausted now. He began to rise from his default position--
Something huge slammed him back down to the dirt. Something hot and solid. Shiro looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened. He'd seen this guy in the park a hundred times but never gave attention to him before!
A quadruped dragon with wings folded tightly against his torso stood over him. He was more massive than the other males combined, easily filling the space under the bridge. His scales were golden red with green highlights on the face and fingers. His slit was wide open, and what stared back at Shiro was incredible. His erection was twice as big as the feline's--it must've spanned five pawgrips and as thick as Shiro's neck!
The skunk lay back down on his arms and invited it, feeling he could handle anything after the first three. The dragon walked over the skunk. He wrapped his enormous forearms around him and nudged the tip under his tail.
That slipped in easily thanks to the feline. The dragon was surprisingly gentle as he worked his way in. His length was tapered, so it spread Shiro out gradually as he fell deeper into the skunk. Shiro's muzzle hung open but the moan caught in his throat.
His hips hugged Shiro's perfectly. He was all the way in, but the dragon didn't thrust. Shiro lay there, expecting to be pounded into the dirt, but the dragon didn't move. He throbbed and pulsed in him. His hips remained still. The dragon huffed and moaned deep and loud. Shiro was pinned under his chest; he felt every grunt and heaving breath.
His scales felt hotter. The dragon moaned deeper. Shiro panted the dragon was giving off so much heat, and the heat had nowhere to go but through the skunk.
The dragon felt Shiro's fur. He caressed him as his breaths became as hot as his scales. His massive bulk pushed Shiro harder and harder into the ground. He shoved his hips against Shiro's again, making sure he was all the way in.
The dragon released. The momentum heaved Shiro forward, but the dragon held onto him, repositioned himself and pushed it back in all the way. He lay on him, moaning and crooning as he finished. Shiro couldn't help it; he let out some loud moans himself as he finally finished. Beautiful music with a dragon.
It was several minutes before the dragon stopped. He pulled out. Got up. Shiro rolled over to his side, panting and gasping. He felt empty and cold without the warm, large bodies on top of him. He half expected someone else to jump him, but no one did. The group was still here. The bear and the wolf must have finished each other off again by now, for they were just watching. The cougar had been stroking to Shiro and the dragon. They looked at each other, chatting a bit.
The dragon grinned at him. "I'll be here again tomorrow. Same time. Will you?"
Shiro looked at his watch. Wow! A whole hour had gone by since he sat down on the bench. He let his arm fall. "Yeah... I'll be here..."
"See you again," said the dragon. He turned around and slinked away.
The bear, cougar and wolf all winked at him and turned around. They walked their separate ways. Shiro lay there on the dirt. Pedestrians walked overhead. More children pranced over the boards. Young couples walked paw in paw. He saw a few joggers breeze by.
Shiro rolled to his back and sprawled out. His heart rate was starting to go down. It had been up for a solid hour. He smiled. Forget jogging. This was way more effective.