Wrath
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic, adult material of a violent and sexual nature.
There was shouting coming from the football field.
"Oh, fuck... I shouldn't have left him alone," Zack muttered under his breath as he strode back to the middle of the field, to the picnic blanket he and Josh had set up for their lunch. But there were people standing around the blanket. Boys. Jocks, Zack figured, by the looks of their physiques and cruel, twisted smiles.
There were five of them, arranged in a circle, like a hunting party which cornered its prey.
"Scared, ain'tcha, faggot?" crooned one, a slanty-eyed puma, slobbering over his victim. Zack quickened his pace, and extended his claws.
"What in hell do you assholes think you're doing to the kid?" he shouted at them. The biggest one, a brown bear who clearly had poor hygiene, spun around stupidly to where the voice came from.
"You get outa here," he spat toward the tiger, who was bounding closer and closer. "This ain't none of your business."
"Yeah, it is my business."
Now the other four turned toward Zack, eying him suspiciously.
"What do you care about this little wolfy?" chucked a fox among them. "I mean, unless you two are... fuck-buddies, or something?" The others howled with laughter at the prospect.
"And if we are?" The laughter stopped.
"If you are," said the coyote in the group, "then we're gonna have to beat the shit out of you."
All five pounced on the tiger, each utterly filled with savage, bloodthirsty desire. Punches and kicks flew in Zack's direction. Notwithstanding his feline strength, he was definitely outmatched.
"Zack!" the wolf cried out, weakly.
"Damn wolf's so slight," said the fox, throwing a punch at Zack's stomach, "we don't have to worry about him one bit." Zack was knocked to the ground with a knee in the shins by the coyote. Josh let out a howl of sympathy, idly wishing he were strong enough, brave enough, or stupid enough to try and help.
Zack quit his struggling. He imagined they'd leave sooner after he stopped fighting back. But they kept going, even harder than before.
"That should teach ya, eh, fag?" hooted the puma, as he stomped on the tiger's chest.
"Yeah, teach ya," echoed the bear, dimly.
When, finally, they'd gotten their fill of releasing their hate, the five trotted off, thoroughly proud of their handiwork, which lay bleeding on the sod. When they had reached a safe distance, Josh sprung up to tend to his mate's wounds.
"Zack, I..." he began.
"Don't say a word, Josh." Zack stood up, with difficulty, and began limping his way to the parking lot.
"I should've -"
"You should've nothing," the tiger interrupted. "We're going to my house to wash me up."
They spent the drive in silence. What ought have been a mercifully short ride dragged on for an eternity. They reached Zack's house to find it deserted.
"Oh, thank God nobody's home," Josh said, trying futilely to ease the tension. "Your mom would flip if she saw you like this!" Zack merely grunted and walked to the bathroom. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet for a while, and finally pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a few bandages.
"Here," Josh offered. "Let me." Zack shrugged him off and proceeded to dress his wounds by himself. Josh watched, anxious, hoping his mate would say something to him, anything. But words didn't come. Instead came gasps of intense pain as the rubbing alcohol burned his skin. The wolf, too, cringed, knowing how much Zack was hurting. Once the blood was all washed out of his fur and his cuts were all bandaged, Zack walked to his bedroom, Josh following dolefully. The two furs then collapsed onto Zack's bed.
"I'm so sorry, Zack..." cried Josh, after a few moments of unbearable silence had passed. "I know how angry you must be at me..."
"No," the tiger mumbled. "I'm not mad at you."
"You must be mad, though."
"Hell yeah, I'm mad," the tiger yelled. "Fuck, I'm furious!"
"I wish I could've protected you..."
"It's not you, Josh!" he shot. "It's the whole goddamn thing. It's just not fucking fair that that'd happen to us... It's not fucking fair that that'd happen to anybody."
"I know, Zack," the wolf cooed. "I know."
"I just don't know how I'm supposed to handle it all!"
Zack's nostrils flared; an ounce of rage escaped him. He breathed deeply to keep all the rest of it inside.
"Don't do that..." Josh warned. He always knew what Zack was feeling. "It's no good bottling it all up!"
"Oh, what do you know about anger? You never get mad at anybody!"
"I'm telling you, you can't just hold it in like that..."
"Well, what the hell do you suggest I do, Josh? Punch a whole through the fucking wall?"
"No. I don't know what good that'll do." The wolf sat on the notion for a bit, and then started murring.
"What's got you excited?" Zack asked, curious. Josh sat up and looked the tiger in the eyes.
"You could take it out on me..."
For a second, Zack's eyes were filled with fire. But he got the better himself, doused the flames, and spoke coolly.
"You know what I'm like when I give in like that."
"I know... and I don't mind."
"I don't like to lose control!"
"I'll be right here to make sure you're alright, okay?" said Josh, grinning.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Zack inhaled and exhaled, and all the seething anger and hatred that had been bubbling inside of him surged out. He grabbed Josh by the collar of his shirt and lifted him to his knees. Zack pressed his lips against his lover's muzzle. Blood coursed, hard, through his veins, as he pinned the helpless canine down and kissed him, more violently. His tongue danced wildly inside his lover's mouth, delighting itself in the wolf's flavour. Josh let Zack rip off their clothes, one item at a time, with alarming passion. When, finally, every last fabric obstacle had been removed, Zack pushed his body on top of the wolf, who looked into the tiger's eyes eagerly, and lovingly. Zack grabbed the wolf's hips with his massive paws, and started kissing the wolf's neck. Josh was unable to stifle a deep moan as Zack extended his claws and pierced his lover's flesh. The wolf bit his lip, overwhelmed by blissful agony, feeling the full weight of the massive tiger pressing down on him.
"Don't hold back, Zack. Let it all out," Josh panted.
"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch," the tiger roared, with incredible ferocity. Zack got up, and spun the wolf onto his stomach. Then the tiger's tough paws grabbed hold of Josh's tail and wrenched it upward. The wolf's arms and legs went limp, overtaken by sheer passion. Zack mounted him, his stiffening cock poised for penetration.
"Aren't we gonna use -" Josh started.
"No," Zack interrupted, panting heatedly. "I'm not gonna pull any goddamn punches for your sake."
Josh's eyes lit up, imagining the upcoming punishment.
Then the wolf let out a squeal of pain as Zack entered, full force. His thick shaft slid into the wolf's tight tailhole, feeding the tiger with waves of pure pleasure and domination.
"How does it feel, slut?" Zack asked, marking each word with a thrust of his hips.
"S... so good..." Josh gasped, bubbling with ecstasy.
"Thank me!" Zack screamed. "Thank me for letting you feel this way, even though you don't deserve it!"
"Th... thank you... Zack..." Josh panted. "I... don't... deserve..."
"Fuck yeah, you don't deserve it!" Zack growled, sinking his claws into his lover's back. "This is what you deserve."
Zack ran his claws down Josh's back, scratching deep gashes as they slid down. Josh whimpered.
"Don't cry, faggot!" shouted Zack angrily. "You deserve it, and you're going to like it!"
"I... I do... I do like it," Josh stammered. Zack's thrusts were growing faster, going deeper.
"Good! Scream!" Zack raised his paw and spanked the wolf's ass. Josh grunted. "I said, scream, bitch!" The tiger struck the wolf again, this time causing him to yelp. "Scream!" cried Zack, coupling another spank with his hardest, deepest thrust yet.
This time Josh did scream, and cum started pouring from his wolfhood.
"Did I tell you you could cum?" Zack demanded, as he gathered as much of the wolf's jizz as he could with his paw.
"No..." Josh breathed.
"That's right!" purred the tiger. "You belong to me! All of you, including your cum. It's mine. Open your muzzle." The wolf hungrily obliged, and Zack pushed his paw into Josh's open muzzle. "Clean it all up." The wolf lapped at his own cum, and Zack continued to thrust, even faster and deeper than before.
"You want me to fill you up, don't you?" Zack asked. The wolf mumbled something, unable to speak with the tiger's massive paw in his muzzle. Zack pulled his paw out, instead using it, and the other one, to grab hold of the wolf's ass.
"Yes... I want you to..." Josh repeated, this time coherently.
"Good," said the tiger. His breathing quickened as his climax neared. His thrusts grew more craving, desperate. Josh was ravenous with desire, needing to be filled. "Say please."
"Please," Josh begged.
The wolf's pleading voice sent Zack over the edge. He kept thrusting as his thick, hot seed filled Josh's body with bliss. They both moaned in unison, as their love-making drew to a close. When all the cumming was done, Zack pulled out, and they both laid down on the bed, glowing with post-coital satisfaction. After a few minutes, tears welled up in Josh's eyes, and he began to sniffle.
"Josh, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" The tiger asked, concerned, back to his sweet, tame self.
"No, of course not..." Josh uttered.
"Then what is it?"
"I... I just love you so much... I wish I could protect you like you can protect me."
"Listen, our relationship isn't a quid pro quo deal, okay?" Zack reassured him. "I'd love you all the same if you couldn't give me a thing. But you can! You really helped me... I needed that, so much. It's not every guy who'd let me do that to them. And there's no other guy I'd want to make love to, either."
"Oh, Zack..." said the wolf, blushing. "I wouldn't want anything else either. You're so good to me... And so bad to me too!" he murred. "I don't ever want this to end... Will you hold me?"
"Of course."
Zack took Josh into his arms are kissed him on the forehead. Josh rested his head on the tiger's warm chest, and they held paws. They both drifted off to sleep, knowing that the other would be there when they woke up. There was no more anger, no more hate. All there was was love.
_The end. ^_^
This is my first yiffy story, so constructive criticism is more than welcome. Hope you enjoyed.
-Cygne_