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Author's Notes: I'm back. Goddamn inspiration is such an ephemeral breeze. Here's a nice little story featuring cougars and ears and wolves though - I quite like it, personally.

The cougar was utterly and irrevocably lost. The rain had not only washed away the scent and pawprints he had left, it had also filled the air with noise and made him unable to hear his friends - and that was when he made his first mistake - instead of staying where he was, undoubtedly close to his village, he started making his way through the forest towards where he thought it was. Of course, fate would not have it that easy for him, and before he knew, he was lost. He could hear nothing through the pouring rain, which was the worst in ages - it was pelting relentlessly, sucking away what little warmth his shaking body could muster. It was getting dark, not that the sun was giving him warmth before either, but there were many traps in the darkness.

Of course, Shiw was a feline, so those traps weren't his problem. His problem was that many things hunted at night, and being alone, hungry and cold he wouldn't be much of a challenge. In optimal conditions he was able to bring down prey many times his size despite being the runt of the litter - that had earned him much respect and carried him through childhood without much bullying by the others of his age. Still, few of them liked him - not that it mattered. Shiw had decided he would follow the path of his ancestors and walk alone instead of staying in the village.

This wasn't the time he had planned for separation however. It had been a hunt, nothing more - the rain had surprised them, none had been able to scent it on the wind despite their acute senses - the deep grey clouds had appeared suddenly, but the three young cougars were full of pride and bloodlust for their prey, and had not turned back. As it happened, they got separated, underestimating how well the rain prevented their communication.

Spent, the tawny runt found the biggest tree he could and slumped down by it. The leaves did prevent most of the rain, but he was still cold and miserable, shaking as tried to pull himself into a small ball of fur as far as possible. Many thoughts were racing through his head. If he survived the current peril, there was still the problem of finding his way back, and then explaining why he had acted so stupidly and gotten himself lost in the process. Though that knowledge sparked a flame of anger in his mind, it didn't help him stay warm any better. Of course, all that was assuming he didn't die of hypothermia.

The cougar lied where he was, staring out into the forest. Why did this summer have to be cold? Any other one he'd stay warm, stay alive. But this one had been rainy and cold as the fall, not offering a single longer moment of the warming rays of the sun yet. Shiw wondered if anyone missed him. He wondered if his friends were alright or in the same situation, and as he did, the thoughts felt like they mattered less and less, becoming faint and unimportant, like he was looking at someone else's mind. The sound of the rain faded to a quiet drumming, and then into barely audible static noise. The little feline didn't shiver anymore, unable to care about what that meant either - and too tired, too exhausted and too close to death to feel warm paws grabbing hold of him.

After a few hours of thoughtless darkness, he awoke again. It was hot, wherever he was. Shiw let out a groan as he sat up, the unexpected heat soothing his aching body. He was in a tent, that he saw, and concluded that somebody had rescued him from his unfortunate situation. The scent in the air was musky and thick, and familiar, but he couldn't remember what it meant, no associations lit up in his garbled mind. He stretched his stiff arm, feeling the tent itself - it was made from what seemed like tanned leather. The last time he had seen them was very far away, in a desert he could barely remember - it had been several days away from his home and he had been there only once as a kid - and the ones who lived there were, no, his mind was blank. Under his behind was a soft fur rug, luckily not from any feline, and above him was a dreamcatcher that very slowly moved as his breath stirred the air. There wasn't much else of notice, his claw necklace was still on him, but his weapons weren't - assumably to make sure he didn't hurt himself on them in his feverish sleep.

His fluffy fur didn't smell of mud and rotten leaves anymore, so he had been washed also - he became painfully aware that he was naked and clothes were nowhere to be seen, not even a loincloth to hide his sheath. Shiw brought an arm to his nose and inhaled deeply - there was a very faint perfumed scent on him, flowerish even - something nobody in his tribe ever used, as it would ruin their hunting cover, based entirely on stealthiness - he had never seen a feline use perfume of any kind for that matter, so he assumed his saviors were a different species. All fine by him, he wasn't biased against them, but he didn't know how to properly thank others than felines, had no idea what kind of rituals they had. Oh well, one thing at a time - he stretched each of his limbs until he could move them without shaking, gritting his teeth as feeling flowed back into them, tingling and burning and clawing at his flesh, his strength returning.

He parted the flaps of the tent and stepped out, feeling somewhat embarrassed as a hundred wolf eyes immediately fell upon his naked body. Of course, it was wolves. They were the nomad tribe in the hot wastelands, and Shiw almost slapped himself for forgetting. Of course it was the wolves, and this just rendered everything much more difficult - being the pack animals they were they would expect him to repay his debt to the utmost extent. Before he could say anything to every lupine staring at him, one swept him aside. He was rather well muscled, arms at least doubly as thick as the lean cougar's, and he had several piercings all over his body, the nipple ones catching Shiw's attention the most. "Must've hurt to get those..." he told himself quietly in his own head. His whole gray body was covered in various intricate patterns. He was also naked, just like everybody else in the camp seemed to be - apparently the wolves didn't either feel ashamed for it, or they lacked the need for protective clothing.

"Good morning, or perhaps I should say... afternoon, cougar." the wolf grinned, bright white fangs very prominent in his muzzle. He rubbed Shiw's head playfully. "Tiny cat, hehehe... ah, excuse me. I'm sure you've figured it out by yourself, but we found you laying under a tree in the cat-forest not too far from here. Rather, our scout patrol did."

"Yes, I know this..." the cougar muttered before lifting his voice, covering his annoyance at the wolf's silliness. "In how bad a condition was I?"

"Rather bad. Not to the point where you'd surely have died, but definitely not guaranteed to stay alive either, smallmew. So we decided to bring you here. Wet and cold cats look so miserable that they simply could not resist, hehehe..." the wolf replied, grinning even more widely. "The name is Ashar, but you can call me alpha or just wolf if you feel like it, as I am both. Not that I will take offense to being called by name either."

"Shiw." the cougar laconically replied, extending his paw in the feline greeting he knew. The wolf would have none of the distance, barely acknowledging feline gestures, and grabbed the little mew with both arms, lifting him up as he hugged him. "Welcome to Thanassari camp, my cougar friend." he bellowed out, licking the feline's face. Shiw had to restrain himself from biting the wolf in the tongue. Then, suddenly, he became unpleasantly aware that Ashar's sheath was rubbing right against his. It was more uncomfortable than arousing, and he hoped the wolf wasn't doing it intentionally. He gave the cougar another long squeeze before letting him down onto the ground again, somewhat ruffled-looking. "Feel free to wander around, but I'd suggest you stay here for the day to recover your strength before starting your journey back, mewling." he murred. "Everybody should be all friendly to you, and if not, you can find me near the center of the village - just tell me if someone gets to you and I'll straighten them out." Ashar chuckled, flexing his muscles in a faux-show of strength, before turning. He stopped dead in his tracks before taking even three steps. "Oh, and... there is going to be a special celebration tonight, Shiw... feel free to ask around, or wait and see. You'll find it interesting, I'm sure - perhaps you'd even want to participate. There's plenty of hot meat to go around." he laughed, apparently having said something funny. "We'd be honored to have you join us as a special feline guest. Anyhow, I must get back to watching those runts..." he gave a brief wave and quickly disappeared from view.

It seemed all the Thassanari were rather busy with preparing for the night and the festival, whatever it was going to be. There was movement everywhere around him, some painting symbols onto new tents seemingly prepared just for the occasion, others carving the same ones into leather and other materials the cat didn't recognize. A clear scent of food lingered in the air and it made Shiw's eyes water - he was hungry, indeed, but he decided not to eat anything until the evening - if there was a feast to come, he'd need to be able to eat or he'd appear terribly ungrateful. He let out a sigh, watching the lupine mess everywhere as he walked around the camp.

Nobody could answer him, being all too busy with things, so he left the main camp grounds, found a sun-warmed cliff near a canyon and dozed off, reliving his adventures yesterday, mixed with dreams of food, where he'd feast on endless steaks but never get full. That's how it started anyway, but slowly the dream took a more interesting, erotic direction. Suddenly everyone around him was naked and he was staring at the curved bodies of the females. The next second everything around him was yiffing, rhythmic movements and groans and growls of pleasure - and then he was laying down with them, tail raised high and waiting to be mated like the females. Somebody thrust inside him and he woke up gasping for air. Night had fallen but it was visible in the moonlight that his cock was all the way out of it's sheath, throbbing in the air. Shiw was embarrassed - what if somebody had seen him?

"And what was up with a male mounting me? Like I'd ever submit to that kind of dominance. Pssh." He reassured himself as he got up, letting his mind and cougarhood cool down, the former retreating into the fuzzy confines of his crotch again. How long had he slept anyway? It didn't feel like long but he guessed he was still tired from the major lack of sleep the other night. Now, he was back on track again, his night vision working perfectly, aware of every scent and sound as he watched over the canyon. There were animals nearby, a mouse trying to sneak quietly to avoid him, and - something caught his nose, drifting from the camp. Oh yes, of course, the festival! He had forgotten all about it. Suddenly reminded of his hunger and even more of how impolite he was to forget such a happening, he set up a quick pace back. He had walked for longer than he remembered, but despite falling over on a well camouflaged rock once, he quickly arrived.

What he heard wasn't as much sounds of a festival, there was no music, no cheerful blabbering, but instead, cries of pleasure, euphoric whines, howls of release. He shook his head as his eyes adapted to the torchlight keeping the camp illuminated. His expression as he opened them and his pupils constricted was a pure "what?" - not only were the sounds still there, confirming they weren't hallucinations, but he could see shadows cast by wolves wherever they were, in tents or outside, and what they were doing couldn't have been more obvious. It suddenly became clear to Shiw what kind of celebration this was - a purely sexual, carnal celebration of solstice which he knew was happening one of these days. His tawny face blushed all the way up to the ears as he scolded himself for not leaving immediately. Now he'd have to listen to wolves mating the entire night. He snuck back to the tent he had waken up in, careful to avoid any couples, and crept inside after listening carefully that it wasn't occupied. The thin leather walls didn't do much to stop then sounds however, and he had a hard time managing to relax on the thin coverings, not to mention he had just woken up and wasn't the least bit tired. Shiw squirmed uncomfortably, trying to mentally block out the what he was hearing, not only because it was keeping him awake, but also because it was starting to make him ever so slightly aroused. He wasn't at the point of visible arousal but the familiar glow in his furry loins meant he would be soon.

"Guh, I need some fresh air..." the cougar muttered to himself, getting out of his tent again. He was met by a thick wall of scent carried by the turning wind. He sneered and tried not to breathe in too much. He walked around, finding a somewhat higher spot where the heat-musk wouldn't constantly assault his senses. He sat down, and before his fuzzy butt even touched the rock, he noticed that about five meters away, another couple of wolves was going at it. He was about to get up and walk away, but noticed that these were two males. This meant, he figured, that they wouldn't have much of an effect on him, he wasn't attracted to other males after all - "Well, other than in that stupid dream..." he muttered, lowering his head and pulling his ears down against his skull as he considered just leaving for home, despite the darkness - after all he could probably manage it right now.

For some strange reason, however, he didn't. The cougar felt compelled to watch - what harm could it do anyway? If anything he'd learn something from seeing how wolves did these things. So he quietly turned around and faced the mating lupines. They were doing it the old-fashioned way, the omega on all fours while the top wolf mounted him. He sat there listening and watching to one wolf rutting into the other, the nightly silence letting him hear almost inaudible details like the rubbing of the top's belly against the bottom's back, the short, quiet gasps for air from both. The smooth, gliding sound of his throbbing cock sinking into the warm submissive tail over and over again, getting more and more excited and erratic as he prepared to squirt his seed inside his omega, marking him as a bitch and claiming him for himself. Shiw saw the shaft glisten in the torchlight before it was buried deep where it belonged again. At the base was a considerable swelling. His knot, the cougar realized. At the point of orgasm he'd force it into his bottom and make the submission full, pumping him full of potent semen. Shiw had learned all this from basic anatomy lessons and stories back at home, but this was the first time he saw a knot, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. Then he remembered another thing - he tore his gaze from the plunging member and focused on the freely twitching one of the bitch male. Yep, he had remembered correctly, precum shot from the massive lupine maleness with every twitch, cock jerking and wolf gasping ever so slightly at the frequent spikes of pleasure. This, in turn, was probably in order to provide lubrication for more pleasure. Either that or increase chances of insemination when mating with a female, he couldn't remember exactly. Having grown erect from the pure carnal pleasure he was witnessing, his paw crept down to his own cock, giving it a slight pump and letting out a purr of pleasure.

Wait, what? Shiw stared dumbfoundedly in front of him, not really seeing anything for a second. His paw dropped along with his jaw, his eyes and his erection. *Where* had his thoughts just wandered? *What* did he just do? He and sat still. He couldn't do this, definitely not - he wasn't even into males. The cougar kicked the dirt a bit, frustrated by his feelings, unsure of what he should do.

Just then, in his most vulnerable moment, a pair of paws suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards against a warm, fur-covered body. Shiw let out a yowl as he lost his balance, flailing his limbs to get away from his assailant. A soft, gentle paw covered his muzzle. "Relax, little kitty. I'm not going to eat you, I just noticed you were sitting here all alone... such a shame to let your hot, slim body go to waste." said a husky wolf voice from behind him. Shiw stopped moving, at least he wasn't hostile. "I'm not into males." he growled into the paw still over his muzzle. "I'm sure, cougar. I saw your little cat cock throbbing eagerly in your paw as you were watching those two." the wolf replied, his voice now a low murring whisper, his muzzle now right next to the cougar's ear. At that moment he recognized the voice - it was Ashar, the wolf he had met upon stepping out of the tent. He also recognized a certain tone to his voice. A tone of arousal.

Shiw's eyes went wide and his words forgotten before they left his lips, as the wolf stuck his tongue into the cougar's ear, burying it deep into the sensitive canal. His muscles went limp at the weakening, pleasurable sensation. The wolf licked up the inside of the cougar's twitching ear, an indescribably warm and wet and cool sensation spreading through his head like electricity, leaving him soft and tender and dizzy in it's wake. He fell back into the lupine's arms like a ragdoll, breath stuttering as the warm, muscular body behind him kept him from hurting himself. "That's a good boy... just relax, I'll take care of you." he whispered, his hot canine breath so soothing on the saliva-covered surface of the cougar's ear, so ephemeral as he gave the tip the softest nibble. An involuntary purr vibrated through the cougar, barely feelable at his white belly where Ashar held him, and even more faint where it escaped his lips - if the lupine hadn't known what to listen for. He nibbled all the way down the side of the nerve-filled tissue, each time his fangs pinched the tender flesh sending a shiver through the cougar, getting more intensive as he progressed lower. "I'm... not..." the cougar weakly mewed, summoning what was left of his suddenly-depleted strength, trying to pull away from the seductive canine. Sensing this, he buried his long tongue deep into Shiw's ear again, licking sensitive spots the cougar could never reach himself, scratching itches he didn't even know were there. All his strength escaped at the feeling shooting through him again, and with a soft, almost dog-like whimper, he let his soon-to-be-lover pull him close into his strong arms.

The wolf, sensing his resignation, lifted the limp feline properly onto his lap, letting his big paws rub up Shiw's belly, up to his chest and over his nipples with hardened from the brief contact. He held the dizzy cougar close for a very long time, paws on his chest, then on his belly, then lower yet, sharing the warmth of his hotter body. Completely pacified, the cougar remained resting against the wolf's firm chest even as he finally released his ear, moving to nuzzle at his silky-furred throat, parting his wet lips ever so slightly before planting them against the barely fur-covered white skin. Slowly, slowly he wet the skin with his skilled tongue and started gentle suckling and nibbling on the flesh. The cougar was simply totally comfortable, not trying to pull away even as the wolf sucked harder as time went by - it was all a pleasant euphoric daze to him, the wolf caressing all the right spots to keep his in his trance.

Suddenly Ashar gave an even harder suck at Shiw's throat, causing him to twitch at the feeling - and before he recovered, the wolf's paws were on his sheath, gently kneading his still-inside maleness, causing an unwanted tingle of arousal to mix in with the comfortable feelings. He couldn't help it, he wiggled slightly, parting his legs on instinct. It was just friendly massaging, after all, nothing wrong with that. The grey wolf rewarded his reaction with a slight squeeze of the furry orbs hanging under his sheath, rolling them between his fingers, rubbing his warm pawpads over them and then the length of his sheath. Soon, the simulation was really affecting him, his cock slowly sliding out, growing harder and thicker, red and throbbing again against the white fur of his crotch and belly. Expertly the wolf didn't touch it, instead continuing to work on the sheath, rubbing up it almost to where his cock stuck out, but never beyond. He pulled it back more with a greedy twinkle in his eyes, watching as more of the cat's meat was bared.

Finally, he was fully hard and still not really aware of that it was another male doing it to him. The fire of lust burned in his loins as the wolf still suckled on the same spot of his neck, giving but the lightest touch against the tip of the cougar's meat. The reaction was immediate - Shiw instinctively thrust his hips, desperate for stimulation, and the wolf happily took the offer. He wrapped his paw around his length and started pumping the barbed flesh, causing the feline to moan, eyes half-lidded as his pleasure mounted, not caring that the wolf was male, just intensely needing to feel more of the exquisite feelings his hand was giving him. "Oh, that feels so good..." the cougar blurted out, his voice shakily revealing his thoughts. He blushed up to the ears, but the lupine only grinned, adjusting. his pace. He was keeping the cougar delirious with sexual abandon, expertly pawing him off and letting him rut into his hand, as he shifted his position.

Shiw felt his tormentor move under him, as if brushing something aside, and the next thing he knew something hot, firm and wet was poking under his tail, lodging between his buttcheeks more firmly with each rock of his hips - and the wolf kept forcing him to do that. He had ceased moving his paw, having the poor heated feline hump into his tight grasp. For the briefest of moments Ashar's hand left his throbbing cathood, and then it was back. What the cougar could not see was how his other paw dipped into a small clay pot that he had opened, a greenish slime coating his fingers. "This might burn a bit at first..." he growled huskily, and then traced the slime along the cougar's spine, all the way down to tail which they drew a ring around before continuing further down. "Don't worry though, it's just... lubrication. Made from a few special plants we have here in the wastelands, and with rather special side-effects. You should be feeling them right about now, kitty."

Indeed he was. The cougar caught on fire. The burning started, except it wasn't painful like a flame. It was the purest ecstasy as the slime soaked into his fur, then his skin, so close to his most central nerves. He arched his back as he let out a scream at the sensation, the sound echoing through the whole village, the canyon, and beyond. The feeling shot down through his body at the same speed the wolf moved his fingers, every nerve, every column of his spine exploding with pleasure. He didn't even notice how the lupine ran his fingers over his tailhole, spreading the green stuff over it deliberately, a claw slipping inside him, but not more. From there, by the feline's feverish, rocking motions, the gel-like lotion rubbed off onto the wolf's own, swollen member, and Shiw could hear him suppressing a growl of lust, knowing exactly what he was feeling now. Somewhere on a very primal level it scared him, as he knew they were both beyond the point of no return now. Both wanted to mate, and the same would've been true without the slime - it just made it impossible for them to even consider stopping.

And then Ashar's lips left his throat, leaving behind a red mark that would take days to fade. Barely aware of what was happening, the the cougar felt himself being lifted slightly, the wolf's erection now poking directly at his tight, unused hole, the tip slick and hot against the inexperienced flesh. It was an odd sensation sitting there, suspended in the air by the wolf, knowing what would happen, how he would be claimed by another male, not even his own species, the second he let go. He didn't want it, not really, he was just too aroused, too addicted to the feelings that the lupine had - and still was - inflaming his senses with. The arms holding him up trembled, and the wolf sucked the cougar's ear into his muzzle completely as he lowered him.

The massive length spread the cougar open. Now there was no going back, he had been taken by a male. While there might have been discomfort otherwise, with the slime overriding every single nerve of his clenching tailhole, there was only pleasure. Not just normal pleasure, but excruciating pleasure as more and more of the wolf slipped into his accepting hole, spreading him to his limits and probably beyond, but he didn't feel any pain even if that was the case.

What he did feel was the need for more. The wolf wasn't just big, he was, as said, massive, and by the time he hilted into his sex toy feline, his cock should by all logical thought have been poking at his stomach from inside. Ashar let him rest for a few seconds, even though there was no need to adjust, before starting his thrusts. He gave no breathing room, rather he started rapidly fucking the cougar in a very canine way. It was overwhelming, feeling the great wolf's massive, potent and rock-hard flesh taking his virginity, claiming him as a bitch, hitting every pleasureful nerve down there, and somehow Shiw knew he'd want to do this again in the future. He found himself wondering how feline cock would feel inside him, before Ashar changed his mating rhythm slightly, his powerful haunches flexing under the cougar returning him to the real world and the very real pleasure in a snap.

From Ashar's perspective, everything had gone perfectly. He had wanted the little cat since he laid eyes upon him, wanted him exactly like his was now - speared on his wolven length. He had guessed right about his weak point being the big, feline ears, and taking that chance had won him a tight cougarbutt to have his way with. He thrusted. It felt so good, his prize was so warm and tight. He thrust again, feeling his cock throb and spit more precum into the cat's tight behind. Shiw mewled in pleasure, and the wolf thrust again, again and again, fucking him like a toy, brutally and unrelentingly. He knew the cougar would hurt like hell when the effect of the slime wore off, but he didn't care, it wasn't like he would have to meet this mew again after this night. His grip tightened on the base of the barbed cock. "I like how eager you are, cougar." he whispered. "So hard for me, so aroused by my cock in your male butt."

The wolf dipped his paw into the green liquid again. As if in slow motion, the cougar saw him reach out, fingers richly covered and dripping with what he knew would grant him pleasure, and then clasping around his barbed cock. He saw the slime spread onto his rigid, throbbing red flesh. He saw the paw move up and down to the rhythm of his very carnal love, tightly gliding over his barbs, making sure the entire length was wet with it. Most of all, he knew how he'd feel in just a second as the nerve-filled tissue absorbed the substance and every muscle in his body tightened in anticipation.

But he never felt that. The world went black before his eyes, and fell deep into darkness, feeling nothing but immense release. Pure bliss, perhaps, or heaven, might have been appropriate descriptions. But whatever it was, everything except the euphoria ceased existing.

The wolf was still fucking him when he came to. Or perhaps, again. His belly was covered in his own semen, the white fur wet and messy with god knows how many loads. More was rubbed on his muzzle, some was on his tongue, but most of all was oozing out from all around the cock that was thrusting in and out of him frantically. He loved all about it, the texture, the wet sound it made, how the engorged know pushed deeper into his warm insides everytime.

Finally, the wolf reached his climax, pushed his swollen knot into the cougar, and ejaculated. A warmth spread inside of him as he squirted again, again, again, every twitch feeling good against his abused tailhole. Shiw knew immediately that the lupine was inseminating him, probably for a third or fourth time judging from the amount of male juices all over him, but he didn't mind it in the least. He held still and let the wolf finish emptying his heavy balls inside of him, purring delightedly even though he was too weak to even get hard anymore. Finally, as his spurts slowed to a weak oozing into the cougar's butt, his knot keeping it all securely where it belonged, the wolf spoke.

"I think I'm the last one, kitty. You were such a good addition to our little celebration... such soft fur and all. And so eager to let everyone mate him too..." the wolf who obviously wasn't Ashar nuzzled his neck as he held him closely, tightly tied to him by his still-swollen knot. Shiw didn't mind, letting his thoughts wander to how he would best get his own tribe to do this to him, too.

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Hur de hur, another story with a cliffhanger ending. It's intended, and I really can't figure out how to expand it anyway without breaking the mood. Sequel possible if there's any interest, but I have some other stories in the works.