Days Like The Last: From Text-Book to Tail-Hole
Hey, all you readers!
Before I get into the standard disclaimer I just wanted to give a shout out to Gruffy, who, with a critical eye and a lot of patience, found over seven hours of minute errors such as commas, the use of past and present tense, and even a few grammatical and spelling! Thanks a lot Gruffy!
Warning: The Following entry has inappropriate content such as sex, analing, pawing off, alcohol abuse and swearing, viewers under 17 are not recommended to read on.
Well with all that over, I just wanted to add that a second entry following this series will be released in a month or so with a 4000+ word sex scene (or at least that's what I plan on achieving).
Happy pawing,
*Zizix *
Days like the last: From Text-Book to Tail-Hole
...Craters with steep walls and sharp rims were assigned to a more recent geological epoch then those with outlines eroded by moonquakes, solar radiation and the...
"Oh, how the hell am I going to remember all of this?" Grumbling incoherently, I leaned back in my desk-chair. As a shaft of light from my propped bedroom window casted across my paw, I took a moment to listen to the quiet symphony of my room. Beside me, a wall-clock ticked rhythmically, and off in the back corner my furnace is bellowing hot air, rumbling and creaking in deep tones.
With a sigh I went back to prison, its name: 'Science Annual textbook'.
... Solar radiation and the shotgun effect of micrometeoroids impacting over billions of years. Many formed...
'Ring, Ring, Ring' a sharp noise from my telephone made me jump and drop my book. Pushing my study papers angrily off to the side I snatched up the phone... the caller directory read 'Reaver'.
'Ring, Ring, Beep!'
"Hello."
"Hey buddy! Just wonderin' if you want to go to a party with me, down at Clefs house tonight?" I wished I could, but knew I couldn't.
"Sorry dude, can't... I've got studying to do." There's a slight pause on the other side.
"Studyin'?"
"Ya"
"Since when have you done that?" I rolled my eyes.
"Since the starting of grade twelve, I've got a future to prepare for, unlike you."
"Eh, that's harsh dude. Just because I like to party more than you do, doesn't mean I've got no future." I don't respond so Reaver continues, though now with a sympathetic undertone lacing his voice. "Listen, its great and all that you're studyin', but exams aren't until next week, you've got time. You need a break." He did have a point,
"I don't know..."
"Sage is coming." My ears perk.
"Sage?"
"Yep, that's the rumor." Now his offer is almost impossible to refuse.
"Fuck it, you're right... where are we going to meet?" For a second the Red Fox on the other end hesitated.
"Um... ah, how about I swing by your mom's house at around 9:00, would that work?" I take a fleeting glance over at my digital clock, it reads 8:20 and I can't help but marvel at how long I've been studying.
"Ya, that's cool."
"Alright Mayler, see ya soon."I nodded.
"Bye." I ended the call and put the phone back in its holder.
Aside from all my morals I've been trying to formulate, one being to study, another to stop partying, I didn't mind the falter. The last month had been a blur of pencils, lessons and chalkboards; I needed some 'me' time, if you know what I mean.
I cleared off my school clutter; placed my book and binder in my backpack, and rounded up my stray pencils and eraser. This act was time consuming, so by the time I'm finished, my thoughts are solely directed towards the approaching dance. Questions like; who will be there and what I should wear are bashing around up there as heavily as a techno base-line.
Placing my bag in the closet, I grabbed a pair of blue jeans, a graphic tee which showed a pink and black picture of a tree with birds, and a silver-stained, leather, choke collar, given to me by an uncle up in Halliburton.
I took one last look around my room, and then crossed the hall and headed into the washroom.
Without hesitation, I had turned the shower on, striped completely naked and then stepped in. It was really nice, making tingles shoot up my spine as the warm flow caressed my sleeked black fur.
Leaning against the wall, I'd taken a moment to ready myself for the occasions of the night. Gazing at the wisps of steam rising up to the ceiling, I took a moment to reflect on things. Like my homework, exams and friends.
Almost subconsciously my paw slipped down to rest on my sheath. Massaging gently, I let seduction cloud my conscious. It had become a pinpoint, singularly concentrated at 'Sage'.
It's Sage, of course, who came to mind, triggering this. I've had a crush on that sexy wolf ever since we met back in grade school.
I was the greenhorn, the newbie, and while everyone avoided me, she had asked if I wanted a tour of the school. I had kissed her that day, not with emotion but with cub-like innocence. My meaning at the time was that she should be my friend. Ever since then we have... but now I wanted change.
I sped up my massaging, and the tip of my dick protruded slightly from its sheath.
I want her to be mine, my mate. I want to dominate her, express all of those feeling pent up in my chest...I can't accept that those wishes were just fantasy.
My train of thought jumped as my pinkish member showed a little more.
I imagined what it would be like to have sex with her. To shove my perked dick straight into her goddess-like vagina, or maybe her tail-hole... it wouldn't matter.
I fell to all fours, and the showerhead sprayed water across my back. In an animal like passion I continued to rub.
I would approach her, when she was all alone, and chat it up. Soon, if I said the right things, be truthful, I would get her in bed. I would seduce her, and then... then we would do it like the animals we were.
As my dick exposed itself completely to the humid air, I fondled the bulging knot and tapered tip... in no time, fresh transparent pre-cum was mixed with the steaming water.
As my climax approached, I had stopped with a whine.
How dearly did I want to go all the way... but then that would destroy the whole purpose of postponed arousal!
I went to stand, and black dots flashed across my vision, I felt dizzy. I had leaned against the wall to keep my balance.
A minute later this initial feeling faded and I was left with only a buzzing in the back of my head, and the back of my dick as well... perfect. From the mood of the party, and an occasional stroke, I could keep this baby going for a good few hours, which I hoped would be enough time.
Standing steady now, I turned off the shower and then threw back the curtains, which sent a gust of cool air blustering across my body. Reaching a foot or two to the right, I grabbed my towel and thoroughly dried myself off. After putting some deodorant under my pits, I reached under the sink to grab a spray-can -'Stimulate'- a popular brand for sexually enhancing scent.
After spraying a puff at the base of my tail, I had thrown my shirt and other attires on.
Now I was ready.
***
Its 9:00 PM exactly and there was a knocking on the front door. I was in my room at the time, so I descended the wooden flight of stairs to the front entrance. As I unlocked, then swung the door open, I found Reaver staring back at me. He was wearing a modest white T-shirt and sporting a stainless steel necklace from which a black tinted bullet hung. At his wrist he had a worn leather bracer, trademark to his everyday apparel, and a pair of blue jeans, like me.
"You ready?"
"Yep," I nodded then looked over his shoulder at the parked BMW, his dads, stopped in the driveway. A small smile played across my muzzle, "and, you brought the BMW, good... I was afraid you'd bring your Trashmobile." Fondling with the Keys to the car, Reaver had objected defiantly.
"At least I have a car, fagget, a drivers license, as well... how's that comin' along for you? Oh ya, it isn't. I aint' gonna' be you caddy forever, you know." I rolled my eyes then stepped onto the porch with him.
"Ya, ya, ya... but you do do an excellent job; you were exactly on time today." This makes Reaver smile as well.
"Always the best for the best -Wingman, that is- you pumped for the dance?"
"Like hell, hope I still got it in me."
"Bet you do... but we got to get going, you want to tell your mom were leaving?"
"Already did."
"Excellent! Then let's get this party started!"
***
It's after a good ten minutes of driving that we finally arrived at Clefs party hall, sound-proofed and behind the main house.
You see, Clefs Parents were rich, and so took their rightful place on Sunpeak crescent, more popularly known as Ritchfur Crescent, between everyone else. If I were to speculate, generalize the kind of furs that lived here, I would have to say that they were all snobby, and 'above' everyone else... thank god Clef wasn't like that.
As we had rounded the trodden side trail that wrapped around the mansion to the party hall, I took note of the next door neighbors, who seemed to as well be having a party. It must of only been a formal get together though, because classical music drifted through a slightly propped window, and a framed silhouette of a female tigress sporting a fancy hat, flickered across its surface. A laugh bubbles up and out of my throat, how different Clefs term of partying really was!
***
'...Bounce Jiggle, bounce jiggle, shaken all them lames out, chemical cutthroat, bound to blow them brains out...' The heavy base and digital voice from the dance floor assaulted my ears and pierced the silent night as Clef, accompanied by an exhausted looking female bear, his mate, opened the door. Beyond the two, fog bellowed from a hidden smoke machine, withering and rolling around the many paw-feet, tails and legs of the dancers. Occasionally this misty wave would be pierced by a spinning green laser, or a flashing strobe-light making all movement in its path appear to lag.
"Mayler, Reaver, glad you could make it." He had said in a deep rumble. "The party's really heating up." Smiling, I and Reaver crossed under the door frame, and into the noisy one story Party Hall.
My initial reaction was the sense of feeling overwhelmed. Maybe it was because there was so many furs, or maybe because musk, sweat and heat had replaced the normal oxygen. My head swam, but then refocused and adapted to the atmosphere.
From the single organism of bustling, grinding and panting furs, I picked out the people I recognized from school. There was Lisa, and Cinder, and Greg, yet to my disappointment, no Sage.
A slap on my broad backside broke my gloomy feelings.
"This looks like one of the best party's Clefs hosted yet, eh Mayler?" Reaver, who had just finished talking to Clef, had come over to stand by me. I'd nodded but it was shallow, and I hadn't felt convinced... I was really looking forewords to meeting up with Sage.
"Clef said that he had invited Sage, at least. So she just might be a little late." He had picked up on my despair. "But for the time being, how about we go over to where Lisa and Cinder are, you look kind of tense, and I bet they could loosen you up..." I felt warmth in my chest, at least I had Reaver.
"Ya, sure, and your probably right," I felt convinced now, "Let's get going."
***
"Well, well, well, the Big Fur's here!" Cinder was who met us halfway between our little school group and the front door. As we had approached she had broken away and ambled over to us, a pretty smile playing across her feline features.
"And Mayler as well, damn. This party just keeps on getting better and better." She purred quietly and flicked her tail. "Do you need to get back into the grind, Mayler, I'll be happy to help." Just the way that she spoke, and how she held herself, seductively, was keeping my stiff, which was as all planned. I hypothesized that if I stayed with Cinder for the rest of the night, I could keep the pleasure high and prepared if Sage were to turn up. Besides, if all else fails, I think that Cinder would be a leading contester to get fucked. I let a smile, laced with mischief, spread across my maw.
"I think I just might." I turned to Reaver. "You head along; I'll catch up with you later." In response, Reaver had rolled his eyes then said;
"But we just got here; don't you want to do a little 'fishing' with me?"
"Maybe later." This closed the conversation and Reaver stalked off mumbling under his breath, a little resentful, but mostly kidding. My gaze had followed him, till he had immersed himself into our school group, and then snapped back to Cinders sharp features.
"Where have you been lately? I haven't seen you at any of the parties Clefs been hosting." She said, and placed her damp arms around my shoulders, paw-fingers toying with the scruff of my neck.
"I've been studying." This takes her back, if only for a second.
"Studying eh? Since when have you done that?" Suppressing a laugh I wrapped my own arms around her waist.
"Since the beginning of grade twelve, I need to get into this one collage."
"I see." Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, but one thing was for certain, we had started to grind. The initial song, the one that I and Reaver had heard when we entered had finished, and another song had started up.
It was up-beat and energizing, and the mood on the dance floor changed. To add to the effect, the strobe lights stopped flashing and a single sheet of charged red lasers casted up and down the audience.
Cinders hips moved fluently and the pressure around my crotch had increased. Almost subconsciously, my slack grip became more firm, and I moved her hips to add to the vigor.
"And I thought you lost it!" Cinder laughed, her voice being just above the loud music.
"I thought I might of." I replied. It was becoming more and more apparent that after being party-sober for half a year, I hadn't lost my touch. Pulling her closer, I had felt my tailhole tighten as her warm body pressed up against my own.
As sudden as the close-and-personal grinding started, it stopped and I broke away from her. This was not because I was uncomfortable -hell no- it was because the song had hit its chorus, and as a funky line of techno beats were amplified around the large room, cuing those strobes again, we started using our whole body to dance.
***
This sort of dancing lasted for around ten minutes before the seedier dance moves came back into play, and just before I had prepared to get into another grind, Reaver approached. At his side two females hung, dancing as fluently as I and Cinder, keeping at least one body part on him at all times.
"The fishing was good." Reaver smiled. "You missed out on some beauties. This is Karen," he pointed at the pitch black puma to his left, "And this is... what's your name again?"
"Shasha... pardon." It was clear that the fox on the right was a little more than 'just tipsy' "Sasha."
"So this is Sasha." Reaver concluded. He turned back to me. "Have you gotten back into 'the grind'?" I shrugged.
"Don't think I ever lost it, which is awesome. I almost forgot how great it felt to party."
"So then you're glad you came, against your better judgment?"
"Yep." Reaver smiled.
"Excellent, I thought you might have been. But I'll leave you with Cinder. I'm heading down to the bar, will you join me later?" I nodded once again. "Cool, we'll see ya then." I didn't respond because my focus was once again on the sexy Tigress in front of me.
***
It's around two hours later when I and Cinder, absolutely exhausted, retired to the bar. As Reaver had promised he was there, with that puma, Karen. Sasha was nowhere to be seen.
They were facing each other, and Reaver was holding one of her paws in his own, talking to her, seductively probably, as only a fox like Reaver could. When we approached nearer, they broke apart, and Reaver swiveled in the spinning bar chair to meet my arrival.
"And so he came. Thought you had forgotten about me." He suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. "And damn do you two smell wonderfully rank. I think you need a drink, sit down." His choice of words had made me smile outright. Cinder though, had blushed slightly. Taking a seat by Reaver, I turned to the gruff bartender, a bear.
"I'll have a Corona, and... Cinder, what would you like? I'm paying." She sat down beside me and said. "I'll just have a corona as well." The bartender nodded and went into the fridge to pull out our order. While we waited I turned back to Cinder.
"You really know how to dance, that was fucking awesome."
"Likewise. But you got me pretty horny, all that grinding and sweating, that's what I missed the most about all those dances when you weren't around. You say you've been studying?"
"Ya, I need to get into this one collage, up by North Bay... North Collage, you've heard of it?" She shook her head and was about to say something but stopped as the bartender returned, carrying two Coronas with a slice of lemon cut to fit at the top.
Taking the lemon out and placing it on the table beside me; I took a good swig, and sighed as I felt the coolness of the beer slide down my gullet. I realize with a jolt that I haven't drunk in like, half a year! My euphoria was severed though, a Cinder continued to speak.
"I haven't heard of that Collage in particular, but I do know that North Bay is a good seven hour drive from here. I'll miss you."
"But I think you'll soften up." Reaver interjected; apparently he'd been listening in. "All there is up there so far north is a bunch of beavers and lumberjacks. Good luck finding a party." I laugh.
"I don't need to party all the time to keep with it. Look at the situation here, before this I hadn't partied for half a year and I still owned you on the dance floor." One of Reaver eyebrows rose in defiance of my jab, and his tail flicked slyly.
"Oh, I would have to challenge that." Now it's one of my eyebrows rising.
"And how do you purpose that?"
"Well, what your drinking, a Corona. Last party you were taking shots... I think that's a pretty obvious sign. You're going soft." My expression is of false outrage.
"Oh really." I actually couldn't remember what happened last party, but Reavers challenging words had been too sharp to take. "Well what can I do to prove to you that I haven't gone soft?"
"A drinking contest. You and me, Wolf." I hesitated and Reaver picked up on it immediately. "But is the wolfs bark stronger than his bite?" that got me.
"Fuck you, fox." I say. "Let's do this." A smile broke across his face, and he turned to the idle Puma.
"Karen dear, could you tell the bartender of I and Maylers contest? I am going to go and get a table." Karen nodded and hailed the bear behind the bar. I turned to Cinder.
"You ready for this? I'm going to need you to help me if I get knocked out or something." she had smiled, and supportively patted my back.
"You aren't going to get knocked out. I know you will win... oh and look, Reavers picked out a table." I looked in the direction that she had and grunted.
"He's going down."
***
The table had been cleared off and two platters, one with a dozen shot glasses, brimming with vodka, another piled high with lemons, divided me and Reaver.
Smiling, Reaver brought a steady paw down to the shot glasses and took one. Before he drunk it though he said, all cocky,
"First one to pass out or give in, looses... you ready Mayler, my..."
"Just shut up and take your first." I growled, caught up in the competition.
"Ok, ok." In one quick move he downed his first shot without flinching. As he places the glass upside down, he grabbed a lemon and sucked, draining it. He's done, so now it was my turn.
My jaws clenched in anticipation as I brought my own paw down and grabbed a shot. Putting on my best poker face, I took a swig, draining it.
It hurt, a burnt feeling at the back of my throat, but I was not in the mood to back down. Keeping my composure, I had raised the glass up high, flipped it, and then placed it back on the tray. I grabbed a lemon and waited for Reaver, who was already on his way, grabbing another shot.
He downed the second one as if it was his first, and my stomach contracted uncomfortably at how unaffected his posture was.
As the clink of his second empty glass assailed my ears, I reached down and grabbed another. Blocking out the faint pain in my head, I brought it to my lips and gulped it down. Aside from the burn, I can feel that the Vodka was starting to impair me, and I stumbled with the lemons in an attempt to pick one up. Two tries and I have it. After placing my glass down, I sat back in my chair to see what Reaver would do next.
He went to reach for a third and spilt one adjacent to it, making me sneer; this might actually be an equal match. Never the less though, he grasped the next shot firmly, and downed it as well.
"Have yous' had enough?" Reaver said mockingly, placing the third empty down next to his other two. His voice is heavy with drunkenness and I growled at him.
"We'll see 'who's had enough' soon, and if you think I'm done now, your mistaken." Matching his cocky ass smile I reached down and grabbed a third. Raising it as steadily as I could, I show a now small assembly of partiers the shot.
Without a second guess I downed it and my world spun.
I put the glass down, on its side, and it rolled off the table. Grabbing a paw full of lemons I placed them beside me. Selecting one I sucked, the sour juices hardly felt on my throbbing tongue.
Reavers eyebrow had shot up at my perseverance. Unwilling as well to back down, he fumbled at his fourth. After numerous attempts he grabbed another, spilling some across his clenched paw, and raises it to the crowd.
"Cheers!" he downed it and then started to laugh. "Mayler buddy, you shur' hold up a goo' fight. But can he drink the next, or will he... fail!"
"Fuck chu'." I grumbled, reaching for a fourth. Before drinking it though, I said.
"An' whe' I'm done whoopin' your red ass, I going to fuck Sage in the ass, cuz I love her... so I win." At this, Reavers smile faded... he as well started growling.
"And wha' makes your so sure that you' gonna' win, cocky bastard, I should com' oer' there right now..." he tried to get up but fell back into his chair, where he broke out laughing again. "So I can't come oer' there, but I can still beat you with this!" he raised one of his empty's. "But enough talk, drink." Suddenly, he was serious.
Nodding, I picked back up the shot and launched it down my throat... or at least that was my intention. The whole drink misses, splattering whoever was behind me with alcohol. "Fuck." I'd said, and reached down to grab at one of the remaining drinks. I faintly noticed that the bartender had come with a fresh tray of lemon and vodka, in the case that we depleted our stuff here.
After a deep breath, I brought the shot to my bared maw and, tail swaying drunkenly, down it.
I coughed and the pain in my head spiked. Suddenly realizing the situation I was in, I sprung up from my chair. In a half-slur half-whine I said.
"Damn, Reaver, I... I can't take another, I'm out." Reaver smiled victoriously, and I lumbered over to a nearby wall.
The world was spinning, and before I knew it, I'd fallen over and couldn't get up. It was right before I passed out, a feeling of warm fur against my sides and back and a scent so familiar...
***
When I'd awoken, my head was still hurting, but the burning in my throat has subsided. I couldn't remember what happened, so for the time being I was lost. As I lay there, trying to recall, I realize with a jolt that I was back at my house, in bed.
I'm naked, and I feel cool covers against my sheath.
How the hell did I get here?
Groaning with effort, I had gotten up, parting the sweaty sheets.
"Mayler, your awake! Thought you'd never get out of that bed." The voice made me jump and I followed my perked ears to the back corner of the room, where my desk was.
Sage is there; tail wagging excitedly, and a pretty smile playing across her face. Embarrassed, I pull the covers tight around my chest.
"Sage?" my voice sounded gruff, hard to recognize, but my tail was wagging madly... was I still dreaming?
"Yep, the one and only... say, how are you feeling?"
"Fine, now that you're here." She laughed and took a cup of coffee off my desk.
"Here, drink up." As she walked over to me I had inhaled her scent. Oh, how I just wanted to tell how much I craved her!
"The coffee smells good." Was all I said though, but then my muzzle crinkled as a question formed in my foggy mind. "How did you get here, I mean I don't want to seem rude... It's just that... well you're here."
"I was at the dance, saw everything. When you collapsed I offered to drive you home." Freeing a paw, I grabbed the coffee mug from her.
"Collapsed?" a slight recollection formed in my mind.
"Ya, you were taking shots with Reaver... what was going through your head Mayler, you don't drink heavy, ever?!" she added, almost as an afterthought, and I shrugged.
"He challenged me." Sage rolled her eyes sarcastically, and her tail momentarily stilled.
"You god-damned males, always challenging each other." Then she chuckled and her tail started wagging again. "But then again, us females aren't much better, with our bitching and all." I sighed happily then leaned against the beds headrest.
"I'm happy you're here Sage."
"I am too." And then there was this peaceful silence as I took a few good sips of coffee.
"This is good stuff." I proclaimed finally, and turn to look at Sage; she was biting her bottom lip nervously, and once again her tail had stopped moving.
"What's up? Did I do something wrong?" she shook her head and came over to stand at the foot of my bed. I sat up a little straighter.
"What's wrong?" I repeated. She hesitated and I leaned forewords in anticipation.
"Mayler... I heard what you said about me at the party." For a second I was clueless, but then a heavy dread came over me.
"About... about having..."
"Yes." She's moved up closer to me. "Yes about you having sex with me... I really didn't know you felt that way about us."
"But I was drunk and, and..." I go to retort, but she puts a gentle paw over my mouth.
"Mayler, I'm not angry. I'm about the opposite... I love you, as well."
"And but I know, because I was drunk... whoa, wait you are happy I said that?!" She nodded in response, and I clicked my tongue. "Well, in that case, I wasn't actually lying... it was true. But..." my voice caught in my throat as Sages smooth lips and red tongue brushed against mine.
"Shut up and kiss me will you." Aside from being startled by this sudden turn of event, a paw shot up to wrap around her furry waist, and I pulled her up close to my body... she felt so warm. That was the first thought that came to mind.
A sudden rush and I found myself kissing her full on, tongues exploring the depths of each other maws. It's wet, and saliva dribbles between us and onto my sheets, but I didn't care.
"God... Mayler... this is what I've dreamt about."She said between the brakes when our tongues hadn't been touching.
Her whole body's moving now and she'd wrapped her own white paws to cup the back of my head. It had been as if she wanted to go into me, become part of me, and I was all willing.
Another rush, this one in my balls, and my grip momentarily loosened. Reluctantly, I pulled my muzzle away from hers.
"Sage, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Of course, Mayler. Do you?" She went to get up but I held her firmly, deciding never to let go.
"Yes. I want to fuck you so deeply, and dominate you." I knew that that was more of my testosterone speaking, but it was the truth, and Sage hadn't seemed to be affected by its directness.
"Then lets fuck, your moms gone somewhere, said that she'd be back in a few hours, so that leaves the house to us." Her matter-of-fact statement reassured me and I moved my body so that I was on top of her.
"But I might be rough." My voice was a little muffled as I nipped at her neck. Between our waists, my dick had started to throb wonderfully.
"Then be rough." She murmured, and pulled off her pink shirt and then her bra. A small gasp escaped my throat as I felt her breasts plop across my sweaty chest.
Paws move to handle her perked nipples and by now it was very clear that she was as aroused as I.
Tracing there roundness, my frisking paws eventually made it to the base, where I'd rubbed affectionately, till she hissed.
The hissing and massaging as well made her waist twitch and I felt her shorts bump up against my now partially erect cock.
Just the pretence of what was beneath them, and how close it was to my needy wolfhood, had sent a whole new tier of feelings zipping through my veins, and into my balls. My sheath tightened and my member slipped a little further out of its home to rest erected on my waist.
I took a deep breath in and smell rutty musk and pheromone thick in the air, which had starting to combine to make an irresistible cocktail of animistic fuck. Panting with elation, I had put my whole weight onto her, pinning her to the bed.
Moving my paws steadily closer to her vag, I traced her slipstream hourglass.
When my hands crossed over and onto the soft fabric of her shorts, she reached down and pulled them off, worming around, due to her current lack of mobility, and got them around her ankles.
Now, all that was left between me and her precious spot was a laced pair of dampened panties, covered with fluid.
Using one of my claws, I unhooked the strap at the back and tore them off, bringing it close to my muzzle. The scent there had been so powerful, bestial, that my dick shot straight out to its fullest extent, and my pelvis started humping, which made my madly wagging tail bob rhythmically.
"Oh Mayler, you dog, let me pet you." Sage had moaned. I hadn't immediately got her intentions, but when her paw jammed between our waists to rest on my pulsing wolfhood, I got a good understanding. With a pleasurable whine, I had risen slightly to give her leeway.
Taking the time to trace my swelling knot and tapered tip, Sage started to cutely growl. Now that her panties were off, I spotted her exposed vagina contracting in a premature orgasm.
"You smell so good!" she yelped, and her rubbing became more aggressive.
This triggered a new feeling inside me, one I would find myself doing in the face of Reavers challenges... the lust for domination.
"Stop whining." I growled, and my arms came down to immobilize her... that is excluding her paws and arms, which had been allowed to continue their heated stroking. "Harder." I growled again, and sighed blissfully as her pace increased, which led to a sudden spurt of pre across her wrist. Murring she had brought my fresh spill to her maw and licked. Only once thoroughly cleaned had her pawing session continued.
The humping became stronger, faster.
It was when my balls were really slapping against her tail-base that a scheme, a fantasy long overdue, popped into my head.
Grunting with effort I had grasped her wrists and pulled her up to sitting. From here l'd lifted her off the bed, spinning her around so that she was facing the same way I was. Finally I shoved her against my desk. My passionate nibbling once again starts up, and I whispered, real close to her ear;
"How about I fuck you up the ass?" She hesitated.
"I don't know Mayler, will it hurt? I've never done anything like that before." She was panting deeply, and sweat dripped from her nose.
"A little, in the beginning, but in the long run you'll regret saying no."
"Ok I'll do it." I smiled dominatingly, and pushed her muzzle to rest sideways across the cool surface of my desk.
"That's what I thought you'd say; now be a good wolf, and relax." After batting aside her tail, submissively lowered, might I add, I'd put my throbbing erection up against her tail-base.
Spreading my paws wide I wrapped one against her stomach and another on top of her twitching vagina. To help pass over the initial pain of penetration, I started to rub her sweet spot, covering my once clean paw with warm and rank liquid.
She started murring throatily and I shifted my cock, covered now with pre-cum, to lay prepared at her anal ring.
I'm panting, heart beating rapidly... I thrusted in... and she moaned out in pain and pleasure. To my frustration her ring clenched before I could get any of my meat in.
"Dammit Sage," I growled. "I told you to relax!"
"I'm trying Mayler!" She whined. "But I'm so horny... I can hardly keep control." She's hinting at something, something only I can interpret... another one of those ingenious ideas came to mind.
"Then lose control," I grunted, more to myself then anyone else. "Tell me," I said, my speech now directed at Sage "tell me how you're feeling right now."
"It's unexplainable Mayler, it's just that you're so musky and dominating, and you smell so good, and you're pre's so good... your... your." As her words faded off into a lusty whimper, I found I felt a satisfaction above all others, that being the knowledge that she was mine to keep.
"I am amazing." I responded, and took a quick glance down at her relaxing tailhole, "So don't you want to feel me in you, I could take you to levels beyond your imagination. You just have to let go and except what's happening." The words came out of my mouth in guttural growls, and I knew that in a way, I as well, had lost control... reverted to my most natural origins.
"So now stretch that pretty tail hole, and let me in." she was nodding helplessly, and her legs spread responsively to my demand.
I took note that her tail was wagging again, even if what controlled it was raw ecstasy, and her panting tongue was lying partially on my desk.
In another attempt I barraged her loosened anal ring... and achieve penetration.
As if suddenly resurfacing back to reality, Sage howled, and her anal muscles contracted in a dispirit attempt to clear their home of its painful intruder. Pushing a little too hard down on her shoulders, I hissed.
"Stop your howling. I told you that it would hurt in the beginning."
"But not this much." She whimpered. My heart clenched at her pleading tones and I questioned my actions. The conclusion I draw was obvious though; I was too far in to turn tail and move on... So all I could do was reassure her.
"Listen," I murmured, feeling my head level off, "just bare with me Sage; I know you won't regret it." She's nodding, innocent, and I could tell that she had starting to relax, even if only a little.
"Imagine the pleasure you'll soon feel, it will be coming soon." She nods again and affectionately nuzzles my muzzle.
"Ok, I feel better now." She said, convincing me as much as she was trying to convince herself... her muscles stopped tensing. After a moment, I perceived, by how her heart rate had slowed down, that she was ready for some testing thrusts. Straddling her I pulled out, so that only my leaky tip is lodged behind her ring.
As I slowly thrusted back in, the outside world faded to nothing.
The inside of her tail-hole, though slightly rough in the beginning, smoothened out to a comfortable nesting place, and feint tremors of muscle contractions helped milk my cock. It's warm in there, and my pre-cum, now far more opaque, lathered her insides. My heated journeying ended though as my swollen knot taped against her tail base, and I once again pulled out.
"How was that?" I inquired.
"God it felt so good, do it again... please do it again." She was shuddering, and it was clear to me how helpless she'd been under my sexual dominance. Smirking, I had said;
"I will, but only if you beg." Without hesitating she cork-screwed her neck so that her head was facing me. Putting on her best puppy dog eyes, her tail went between her legs and her tongue gently licked under my muzzle.
"Strong master, please give me more... I'll be a good bitch, I promise." Raising my tail high, I had nodded.
"Of course, bitch." stronger now, I plunged back in, grunting in satisfaction as her anus spread to accommodate.
Pulling out then pushing back, and doing it faster and harder each time, Sage had went from panting, to murring, to yelping, orgasm after orgasm wracking her body and shortening her breath.
As I reached my climax, I'd bent down to get closer up. Tightly wrapping my arms around her heaving and sticky chest, I deeply inhaled her natural scent, spiked now with the salty tang of sweat, and the sharp aroma of rut.
With a grunt I pushed all the way, wedging my full knot in with the rest of the lot. My dick had swollen to three times its original size, so the extra centimeter of circumference made her yelp. She hadn't complained though, and instead fought to relax herself.
To insure a plentiful load, Sage had, consciously or subconsciously, released a strong pheromone burst, so thick that it could have been vapor. It assailed my nose pad, making me squeeze tighter and speed up the lunge pace to record breaking tempo.
***
My head was spinning as I'd bit into her shoulder, threatening to crush if she were to move out of order. I had never felt that way before, and to sum it up, it was a feeling of deep dominance and pleasure, passionate to the point where I was far more feral then mundane.
As my anticipated climax wracked my body, making my howl, my humping stopped... I drifted into paradise.
It was a thick and heavy load, and I had felt her anus contacting and massaging in a desperate attempt to milk me dry.
Murring deeply again, she'd reached a shaky paw to roughly rub her convulsing vag, practically crying out for attention.
As my stream continued she lost control of her waist, humping back into my balls. Cum squirted out in pulsations.
Reaching her second paw down beneath the penetration spot, she caught a thick spurt and brought it to her maw. It must of tasted good, because after a blissful shiver, she was once again down there, catching then consuming. Curios, I reach a shaky paw of my own down to catch some as well.
When I brought the opaque liquid to maw and lick it up, my eyes widened in wonder. My semen actually tasted good; salty, with a sweet undertone that riled my taste buds. But then I had noticed Sage, who, due to my slackened grip, had wrapped her head around to lap at the spot.
"Stay still!" I growled, and her tail lowered in recognition of my dominance. She said;
"But Mayler, it tastes so good, so rich, so creamy... like chocolate. I just want some." She continued to wrap her head around, and I stopped her with my paw, forcing her to put that head back down against the wood of my desk.
"No." I responded, "Keep your head down." Whining in disappointment, she had allowed me to re-immobilize her body.
After what felt like fifteen minutes, I'd let the last of my semen drain into Sages tailhole. When I pulled out, a squelch was heard, and a good lot of my un-absorbed seed spilt out from her stretched anus, running in white rivulets down her still wagging tail and sopping legs.
I cringed slightly as the heated air of my room brushed against my sensitive member, and then un-clenching my tight grip on Sages shoulder and muzzle. I had stood there for a minute.
I was panting heavily, Sage as well. I noticed that the once cool air of the room was replaced by that stifling sexual collaboration that we had brewed over the last forty-five minutes. After what felt like a year, I finally moved, pulling Sage with me, in a hug, down to my bed.
The covers were blissfully cold, and for a moment, we had remained in silence.
As I lay here, nestled between Sage and blue covers, the memories of what had just happened flickered through my conscience... I feared above all other things that this had all been a dream, and that I would wake up at the bar anytime now. To my greatest relief this was not the case, and as the silence endured, longer and longer, I accepted the reality of it with open hands.
The bed squeaked as Sage had tried to get up from her lying position, interrupting the silence. In a second though, she was back at my side, found it too much of an effort to complete the action.
"I've always wanted that." She'd suddenly said, turning her blue eyes to gaze wonderingly at me. "Always wondered how you're cum tasted, or how it would feel to have sex with you." I'd rolled my head to the side so that I could meet her deep blue stare.
"And did I meet your standards?"
"No, you surpassed them, Mayler that was wonderful." Suddenly a question had come to mind.
"Sage?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you never tell me how you felt about us, like your feelings, I mean?" She looked thoughtfully at the ceiling above and then spoke.
"I guess I was nervous. I mean, we've been friends for how long?"
"I can't remember. A long time though."
"Exactly, I thought it would be awkward or something." I laughed and she said, rather haughtily. "And why are you laughing?" Calmed down then, I responded.
"I'm laughing because that is the exact way I felt about asking you out." Her features relaxed a little and that tail of hers, still sticky with cum, continued to wave. Rolling over she pressed her lips against mine.
"But now we are together, alone, so can I ask you out?" This drew another laugh out of my throat, and I wrap my sweaty paws snugly around her wet form. Pulling her against me, I' taken a deep sniff at her sent. My tail started wagging again, and I pushed up closer to her, almost in the same way she had right before our sex.
"Ya, we can go out." I said finally and licked her cheek.