The hunter and the prey
Not much to introduce other than to say hope you enjoy!
Meet Wilder - a 22 year old fox who is currently attending college not too far from your fursona. Wilder is a tall, well-built fox with broad shoulders and dark orange fur. Many parts of his body were covered in white fur, a complimentary ying to the dark orange yang; His palms, and soles, as if he laid his fore and hind paws (hands and feet, whichever you prefer) on a freshly painted wall, as well as the underside of his mouth right down his stencil-toned chest and stomach to his crotch, coming up between his legs and running up the underside of his thick tail, wisping with tips of fur that were almost decadently soft (of no never mind to the rest of the fur that slid across him). Wilder's eyes were blue, like the shallows of a swimming pool; a deep, entrancing iris. His ears were rounded at the top, but still perked forward.
Wilder was sadly, a victim to his routines, which have shaped his personality over the last few years. He had no job, so he was able to devote himself entirely to a mundane routine of getting up, having breakfast, going to school, coming home, dealing with homework, and then re-starting the routine. This was not to say Wilder never deviated from this; he certainly had a friend or two (not many more), and went out to eat or to the movies from time to time. Due to the nature of such a life, Wilder had been shaped into pleasantly enjoying his solitude. He wasn't one to especially care for social interaction, although was pleasant to speak with when the time came.
Wilder's mentality was driven to material desires because of this solidarity. Love was never something he sought after, but lust, oh the lust overtook his body, welling from his more animalistic instincts. There were many members of the student body, both male and female, who he desired to run his hands, his body over, who he desired to be inside, for that sensational ecstasy - it was his opiate - all he needed was just one touch of that fur. In spite of the lust, Wilder never drew himself to loose furs, nor did he consider himself a loose fur.
This wasn't an unreasonable addiction, either. Wilder was quite popular amongst the student population, or at least his body was. All one had to do was catch rogue whispers of the students after he walked by -
"My god, look at that butt! I wish he would walk with that tail up more often,"
"Those broad shoulders, that sells me. I wouldn't mind being locked in study hall with that one,"
"I 'accidentally' ran into him in the locker room - I could touch every inch of that soft fur, especially the off-limits spots" "So well hung, I can't imagine the depths he could go, I'm slavering just thinking about it".
Wilder didn't hear everything, but did catch the stifled giggles as he walked by. He liked the attention - not from an exhibitionist's point of view, but for his advantage at using it to get what (and who) he wanted.
During this specific springtime, Wilder turned his attention toward the Lion's Den, a somewhat pricier restaurant than the usual college gathering eateries. In particular, he lusted after a waiter there, a bunny known as Ince. That body intrigued him, it was his 'hand of midas', so to speak. Ince's tapering, white fur was a maze of silken hairs, his short, down-turned ears a beckoning signal for Wilder to come closer to his prey. Ince's body, he imagined, was finely enough toned as suggested by his smooth, swiftly but precisely moving arms and hands. Of course, the mystery was half the thrill and arousal of lusting after Ince.
Wilder sat in his apartment, a moderately empty studio room with the blinds drawn shut, staring at his laptop, at a white screen that should be a sociology paper, recalling the night in which Ince's aphroditic body had come across his eyes.
It had been a Wednesday evening, when Wilder's friend Marion, a red fox, invited him out to dinner to the Lion's Den.
Marion and Wilder had been friends since childhood. Marion was much more shy and less assertive than Wilder, but highly intelligent. Marion was just about as lustful as Wilder, but cared much more about social emotions. Marion was a bit smaller than Wilder, and wasn't as muscular, but worked out to the point that his body was well defined. Wilder and Marion were somewhat attracted to one another but both agreed to remain friends - as far as Wilder knew.
On the Wednesday night, Wilder walked through wooden doors into the waiting area. The inside was white tile floored, with dimly lit wall lights, a visual aphrodisiac, enrapturing the masses of furs, each pair bottling their desires for the sake of public stature. Wilder scanned across the main dining area, full of furs indistinguishable to him, save for Marion, who was sitting at a table, waving him over.
Ince didn't serve them that night, as foreshadowing may suggest, but served the table next to them. Wilder was amidst a rant about the ridiculous notion of furs having to wear clothes in public.
"I mean, it's obnoxious, nakedness is complete freedom--"
It was at that time that Ince, with his back turned to their table, to the left of Wilder, had bent forward to place food on the neighboring table. Wilder was instantly caught by that fuzzy little leaf shaped tail, just above that perfectly rounded butt, like a cherry upon a sundae. That behind suddenly became fox-nip for him-- nothing else really mattered.
"Wilder, you kind of tapered off - " Marion caught sight of what Wilder was noticing. He lowered his voice a bit.
"Great, now I'm never going to attract your attention. Best of 'luck' to you, Wilder." Marion whispered, as he left payment and a tip before getting up and leaving.
And that was how it began, as Wilder recalled. He certainly didn't visit often enough to be considered a regular, he preferred a certain amount of anonymity. He knew that Ince went to the university, but had never seen him there before. Every so often Ince would be his sever, and Ince did once ask him if he went to the university, giving Wilder the joyous impression the Ince knew who he was (hopefully from the sexual rumors).
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This was the night, Wilder thought to himself. He had invited Marion out to dinner, but was determined to go out late with Ince. Wilder clicked off the computer screen, and grabbed his black jacket.
Coincidentally, Wilder and Marion were seated at the same place, and much better, Ince waited on the table next to them. They ate, chatted about the usual things (Wilder found out Marion was heading to a nightclub with a certain date afterward), and Wilder's window of opportunity was coming to a close.
"So, Wilder, what's the cunning set of linguistics you're going to employ; pray tell." Marion asked Wilder, as he lifted his head and perked his ears to indicate Ince was coming up behind Wilder's left shoulder.
"Ince-" Wilder got the bunny's attention, almost wanting not to do it so he could watch that butt in those tight pants walk out of sight.
"Yeah, Wilder? I, it's Wilder, right?" Ince responded as he turned to face Wilder.
"Do you want meet up with me and go out somewhere after you get off work?" Wilder spoke softly, grinned as he said this. He also caught Marion sigh and roll his eyes as he slapped his hand over his face.
It certainly wasn't a shot in the dark, Wilder always thought long and hard about how to approach his infatuations. He had talked to Ince and knew from Ince's social interactions that indirectly masked flirtation and alternate proposals wouldn't work. Moreover, he left it to his predatory instinct to tell him that Ince was a volcano of lust, who would welcome being pounced by the right fur at a moment's notice.
Ince's facial expression turned to surprise, followed by a bottled kind of excitement. "Sure, I get off at nine. Just meet me in the lobby." Ince chuckled a bit as he said this, and walked away. At this, Marion had an eye peek through his fingers at Wilder, full of shock.
"Suave, Wilder, very suave. I really can't believe that worked." Marion said, as the two carried on with the usual chatting.
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Wilder waited patiently in the lobby, until 9:05 rolled around, and Ince walked out of a dining area, dressed in black pants and a green satin shirt. Wilder brought himself to his feet, in order to greet Ince, his long tail perked and swishing to and fro.
"Well then. Where to?" Ince raised an eyebrow (were there one to be distinguished on a face full of fur) in asking, looking at Wilder's body all the while.
"Care for a walk on the waterfront?" Wilder responded, avoiding any attempt to begin slavering over Ince's body.
"Sounds great. Nice night out for it." Ince gave his reply, walking out the door and looking up to the cloudless evening sky. As he left, he brushed his paw across Wilder's belly, nearly causing Wilder to lose form and resort to his primal urges.
The two walked down the waterfront, a yellow sanded beach sloping into a gently crashing tide in the distance, gracefully coddling the distant reflections of the moon off the surface of the ocean. Ince and Wilder's paw prints were side by side as they walked along the beach.
The chatter between the two was usual, Wilder limited his responses, but kept with the getting to know each other talk to perpetuate the evening. He caught glance after glance from Ince, looking over his body.
"Hey Ince, ever tried skinny dipping?" Wilder asked, nearly unable to avoid pouncing him then and there. His body was enervated with his animalistic urges. His nervousness dissipated, cowering to his physical desires.
"Come to think of it, I really never have. I don't know why..." Ince replied, noticing Wilder pulling off his hooded sweatshirt.
"Better late than never." Wilder winked before pulling the shirt off over his head.
Ince hesitated a moment, but just a moment; his facial expressions followed his thought process, which was frantically saying yes; yes to nakedness. Ince unbuttoned his shirt, keeping his eyes fixed on Wilder's body, noticing Wilder doing the same. Wilder unzipped his pants, turning his back to Ince, lifting his tail upward. He let his pants slack over the top of his butt before he slid them slowly over the fur of his backside. Ince let his black pants drop to his ankles, stepping out of them, all while keeping his eyes fixated on what he beheld as a perfectly toned backside.
Wilder kept his posture toward the ocean as he stepped away from his clothes.
"After you.... " Wilder looked back at Ince's now naked body over his shoulder, quick to glance at his waist region, noticing his endowment was satisfactory (and a bit excited at that). He also managed to notice Ince's eyes fixed on his perked behind, naked as it was.
Ince began to walk toward the water. As he moved his way past Wilder, he shook his tail a light bit with his walk.
Wilder stood firm (every last part of him), feeling his prime urges wash over his body, from the tip of his tail to the tip of his masculinity. The release of any repression of his desires felt so right, felt so tempting to give in. Wilder fixated his eyes on Ince, letting his legs bend as he pushed off the softness of the sand, arms extended. Wilder's arms wrapped under Ince's, paws moving across his chest. His body bared down on Ince's, and Ince let himself fall on his paws and knees, supporting Wilder's warmth and weight on his back. Wilder leaned, speaking seductively in Ince's ear.
"Couldn't resist a touch, a taste of you." Wilder licked under Ince's ear as he leaned back and off of Ince. The bunny inhaled as if a heavy weight was in his lungs, not from fear, but from lucidity, and lust. Ince reveled in the situation; he had desired this interaction as Wilder had.
Wilder moved back onto his knees, letting his whiskers brush against the fur on Ince's back, savoring the softness of the fur, simultaneously moving his right hand along the side of his mate-to-be. Wilder lifted his head as he reached the crest, where the upper body met the lower, and his hands moving to meet that which he had obsessed over for so long.
Ince streamed his left arm forward along the sand, letting his right arm follow, his elbows supporting his outstretched upper body, as he pushed his backside up and into Wilder's accepting paws, his member fully erect, positively begging to be touched.
The fox let his snout move down, gently touching what hung between Ince's legs. His snout moved up, feeling the fur tickling, up to that opiate, up over that tight gap as he moved between those perfect halves of Ince's butt. He let his nose move up to the tip of that cherry on top, that tail, Wilder slid his left paw up Ince's butt, and down along Ince's left side, his fur touching Ince's belly. Wilder buried his snout under Ince's tail, first slowly licking that tight hole from bottom to top, then letting his tongue move from top to bottom. The bunny's body shuddered with delight as he gave a slight whimper while exhaling. Wilder began to lap up that backside, slowly and gently, harder every time, pushing his tongue into the space between, separating that pucker.
The fox's right paw moved back, palm up, between the bunny's legs, pushing what the hunter perceived to be nicely shaped balls up, stroking the base of his prey's member with two of his fingers while feeling that fur in the palm of his hands. The hunter continued to pleasure his prey, intricately licking in patterns causing whimpers of pleasure. The fox could feel pre cum dripping down along his right paw.
"This backside, oh how I love to touch it," Wilder spoke softly, moving his left paw up Ince's left thigh.
"Why not touch the inside?" Ince spoke with his eyes closed, feeling the sensation as he spoke, the feeling running through his body. He outstretched his paws on the sand, letting his head down and to the side, the fur of his cheek wisping on the beach.
Wilder brought his head up, removing his left paw from Ince's body, almost forcefully, as if he could not pull it away. His right hand slid atop Ince's right hip. As he positioned himself, he could feel the pulse of blood between his legs; it cried to him for release, and he let a smirk cross his face as he happily abode. His tip touched the fur behind Ince's balls, up it went, dripping with pre-cum, as it reached Ince's hole. He pushed slowly inside, a little bit, the pleasure of his action returning to him as he felt the pucker close around his tip, the ecstasy of flesh on flesh shot like lightning through his body. Ince respired and his tail twitched from the raw sensation he received. He embraced the pain which came first, but only at first as he relaxed and let it grind into the euphoria.
Wilder slowly slid in deeper, feeling Ince's hole close around him, against the pulsation of his masculinity- driving his mind into a state of paradisiacal proportions, his body weightless while inside his prey, his want, his desire. He slowly slid out, Ince's flesh touching against his, almost as one- he had never felt such turn-on, such a body as Ince's before, his nirvana wrapped him up, entranced him.
Ince felt Wilder pull back, letting his body close around Wilder's. As Wilder slowly thrust back in, Ince desired more, a deeper touch, feeling that tip pushing it's way inside him; He pushed his butt back into Wilder, forcing further inside, thrusting into untouched depths.
The motion became rhythmic, much to the same motion of the hushing waves caressing the shore. Each mate gave and took ,and they were as one in their pleasure; Wilder exhaling to every penetration, every time he stretched that hole open; while Ince exhaled to the depths, as he felt Wilder's touch stimulating him.
Pre cum lathered Ince's back side, as it did his front side. Climax was close enough to touch, but both stayed from it, dancing in the pleasure.
Ince pulled himself away from Wilder, as difficult it was to feel Wilder sliding out of him, and turned himself over, raising his right paw up over Wilder's left shoulder and behind his neck, leaning back and drawing his hunter on top of him, laying his back to the sand.
One lie atop another in symmetry, chest upon chest, belly upon belly, each member touching the other, pulsing in the pleasure. Ince moved his right paw along Wilder's fur, down his back to touch his tail, his left paw moving between them, wrapping around both of their parts, stroking them together as one, one atop another, feeling the rigidity of Wilder giving him paradisiacal euphoria.
Wilder in turn, while using his left paw to support him atop Ince, brought his right paw to meet Ince's left, stroking both of them together as well, moving his paw in unison with Ince. They stroked together, faster and faster, and felt the lucid numb wash over them together before climax.
Exploding together, each felt exhaustion through the final release, over stimulated by feeling it's counterpart bursting with it, the expulsion seeming to freeze time; Both attempting to retain silence but could not help losing the silence to the joy overcoming them. Wilder nearly howled at the feeling, while Ince let out a sigh of joy.
Wilder rolled onto his back near his prey, feeling completed by the dance undertaken. Both listened to the soft tide, lulling the shore to slumber, each satisfied for the time with their fill.
Wilder turned and looked to Ince, then down at his belly, covered in the aftermath of their interaction. They listened to the environment around them, gulls upon the distant beach, a honk in the background. Each looked to they endless ceiling of the night and felt as if the stars had blessed them.
"Only one way to get that out of your fur." Wilder said as he hoisted himself on his hind paws, running toward the ocean. Ince got up and followed close behind, chasing down Wilder, briefly keeping his eyes locked on Wilder's fluffy tail, before the waves fell into the sand, washing over him, and sending a near deathly chill between his legs.
~~When you hear the crash of the tides upon the earth, at the shore; the place where two worlds convene, that rhythmic dance is that of the Hunter and the Prey, be it gentle or harsh, it's hush will forever be imprinted on the shores; as two lovers entwine and fall away.
Thank you bunches for reading!