The Raging Hounds IX: The Gentle Giant
#9 of The Raging Hounds
This story is not suited for those below legal age, nor to those who dislike graphip description of sex between two (or more) anthropomorphic animals, who also happen to be soldiers. For all those who enjoy seeing some M/M action... Enjoy!
Content and characters belong to their author Rhazagal and are not to be used without express permission from forementioned author.
_The sounds of a battlefield overflowed his sense of hearing with their cacophony, explosions from barrage after barrage of grenades and seemingly endless streams of heavy machinegun fire kicked up columns of dirt and soil, hurling it high into the air before it came crashing back down onto the rapidly advancing line of Federate Marines.
To his left he saw Hudson stopping dead on his tracks, the Malamute's body jerking and spasming as a light machinegun stitched a gory pattern onto his chest before he was finally thrown off of his feet. To his right he saw Byrd getting himself screaming into the air as a grenade detonated by his feet, the wolf's broken, mutilated corpse flying twenty feet up before crashing down in a crumpled heap.
Still he ran, shouting for everyone to keep on moving despite the fact they all were being blown to hell, the open, rocky plateau offering no cover whatsoever for their advance. The back of Strife's head exploded in a shower of gore as a sniper's bullet found it's mark, the eye patched canine looking dumbstruck as he, too, collapsed.
He screamed in frustration as he looked around himself on the accursed battlefield. Dead, all dead, each and every single one of them except for him..._
Schaefer woke up with a gasp, sitting up in his bed, feeling his heart thumping like a berserk jackhammer in his chest.
Wearily he let out a quivering sigh, rubbing his face with a paw before standing up and heading for the bathroom.
That dream again... Was he doomed to see them all die time and again, night after night?
Splashing some water onto his face, Schaefer stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes focusing onto the fang necklace and shifting then onto the strip of leather with fangs on it that lied on the bedside table.
One fang for every fallen Hound, each one appearing in his nightmares, dying time and again.
Feeling slightly refreshed, Schaefer padded back to the bed, falling wearily into it and closing his eyes, knowing he'd get to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night; as always.
Early in the morning, Vincent finally left the med-bay, signing himself out once again by the receptionist's desk.
"Leaving so soon? Dawww... I liked having you around here!" Rey said with a mock pout.
"I'll make it up to you at some point, 'kay?" Vincent replied with a smirk, elicting generous tail-wagging from the smiling Husky.
"It's a deal, then, and I'll be darned sure to hold you onto that, Spottybutt."
Vincent simply flashed a grin at Rey and walked out, swinging his tail lazily from side to side very conscious of the fact Rey's eyes were like glued onto his butt at that point.
The door slid hust behind Vincent and the hyena's last sight of Rey was the Husky leaning idly back in his chair, twirling a pen expertly between his fingers. Apparently he'd had a lot of time to practice!
Turning his head, Vincent nearly jumped out of his skin, stumbled and fell onto his ass as he found himself staring into the dark lenses of Ghost's helmet, the rodent's armor-clad tail swishing slowly like a whip.
Ghost regarded Vincent for a moment, perhaps two or three seconds, before walking away without as much as a word.
"That guy is frikin' CREEPY!" Vincent thought to himself, fairly sure that his heart had skipped a beat or two from the sheer surprise.
Stiff as he was, Vincent decided he'd hit the gym post haste to loosen up. It'd be a day -or two at best- before he'd have to haul around his combat gear which, of late, had increased in weight due to the Gehenna's Tongue he had picked up during their last mission.
Vincent smiled. Fascinated as he was with fire, the heavy flamer was The Perfect weapon for him. Truth be told, Vincent had, originally, intended to become a pioneer just for the chance to get to be one of the "Pyro's", or flamer specialists. They'd just said he simply didn't have the head required for other stuff required of pioneers, like calculating the most efficient spot to place explosives or the tolerance to build bridges and dig trenches...
So they had made him a foot-slogger, a job he'd at first come to regret but was now relishing. He was one of the Hounds now and a heavy weapon specialist to boot with!
Stiff or not, before gym there was one thing Vincent thought he'd have to do. He'd left the med-bay without first taking a shower and, at the very least, he wanted to scrub his face clean.
The door to the toilets opened with a low hiss, Vincent's stream of thoughts interrupted by the sight of a rump clad in cargos a size too small for the wearer to make for a tighter fit.
Even though the owner of said tush was bent over, washing his face by the looks of it, Vincent could still recognize who it was. Even if the thin, black and white wouldn't have been enough of a dead giveaway...
Only one among the Hounds wore too small pants just for looks whenever they weren't on a mission; Jim "Boytoy" Winters.
Smirking softly, Vincent snuck like a ninja behind the dog, wrapping one arm around the Dalmatian's waist whilst pressing his other arm onto the dog's shoulders, holding him down firmly and murring into the dog's ear softly.
Jim, his face dripping with water, yipped with surprise, but his tail started to wag like mad as he felt Vincent's crotch pressing against his pert booty.
"I know that voice..." Jim said at length, the Dalmatian's face splitting into a hearty smile "I was just about to come visit you, Vinny, but apparently you beat me to it!"
Vincent hugged the Dalmatian against himself tightly, spinning the dog around after a brief embrace to get to look the dog in the eyes.
Smiling, Vincent slipped his arms loosely around the dog's waist, whilst Jim draped his own around Vincent's neck, their noses pressed softly together.
Jim sighed all of a sudden, his ears drooping as he looked, sadly, at the floor.
"Sorry I never came to visit you... I've been fucking busy, and to be honest also busy fucking, of late. Everyone seems to want to get a piece of my tail of late, which is actually fairly normal considering we are once again heading for a mission." Jim said, managing a feeble, apologetic smile. He really liked Vincent and felt absolutely horrible for having been so thoroughly unable to visit a sick friend.
Vincent just smiled "Well you are the Hounds' boytoy... Besides, it's no wonder everyone's allover someone as cute as you."
"Stop thaaaat... You're flattering me!" Jim said, the insides of his ears turning barely noticeably into a deeper hue of pink.
Leaning in closer, Vincent kissed Jim with passion that surprised even himself. The slightly smaller Jim practically melted in his arms as they meshed their lips together, pulling each other close and relishing the feelings they had towards the other.
Jim felt warm, firm and at the same time tender all at once in his arms as Vincent pressed the dog more firmly against himself, both of them holding their eyes closed as the kiss lingered on.
Eventually Jim peeled away from the kiss, although he pressed his nose against Vincent as he did so, peering at the hyena through relaxed, half-closed eyes, a smile on his muzzle.
"Such charm!" the Dalmatian exclaimed "But if it's something naughty you're after, then please, not here... Sex in the lavatory is SO old-fashioned."
Vincent giggled. Jim sure was putting up a good show as he imitated a genuine femboy, intentionally trying to sound as femmy as he could. Combining that to the fact Jim was indeed -at least by Hounds' standards- slightly on the effeminate side and his show was quite convincing indeed.
Jim pecked a kiss onto the tip of Vincent's nose whilst at the same time dropping his little play "Enough of that. You hungry? Bored? Horny? I've got a cure for them all."
"Hmmm... The answers would be no, I ate in the med-bay before leaving, no, not bored and I don't confess anything regarding my...uhhh...Hormonal activity." Vincent replied, stroking his chin and looking sly.
Smiling coyly, Jim took hold of Vincent's paws and planted them firmly on his butt, making the hyena squeeze the cargo-covered mounds softly.
Vincent swallowed and Jim smiled "Well?"
Slowly Vincent gave Jim's cheek a wet lick "You're...You're mean... But who am I to resist an invitation this tempting?"
Smirking, Jim leaned against the sink, murring softly in content as Vincent snuck a paw under his shirt and stroked the Dalmatian's abs and chest idly.
Jim enjoyed the attention he was getting wholeheartedly, the dog's head falling back as Vincent's paws explored his chest and stomach slowly and methodically. Another small murr passed between Jim's lips as Vincent sneaked his paw down into Jim's pants, forcing a pleasant shiver out of the dog as Vincent's fingers brushed against his rapidly hardening sheath.
Vincent stepped closer and pressed his lips against Jim's in another passionate kiss as he fondled the Dalmatian's sheath, coaxing his maleness out of it's hiding place slowly, methodically and surely.
Jim let out a moan as Vincent began to nibble on his neck, thus amplifying his level of lust by a hefty notch.
Just as Jim was about to pop open the button of his pants and undo the fly, the door hissed open and the stern voice of their Colonel spoke.
"That fly stays shut, private first class Winters. I've told you all a thousand times that there will be NO fucking in the lavatories!"
Vincent almost jumped out of his skin, spun around on his heels and snapped instinctively an attention whilst Jim imitated him, falling in line with the hyena.
"Sorry, Sir, I got a bit carried away." Jim replied innocently as if everything was fine and well in the whole universe.
Schaefer, shook his head and let out a sigh "If you have to, then go get a room from the med-bay... I'm fairly certain neither first sergeant hicks Hicks nor his assistant Wiezbrozky minds. No... Knowing them they'll just join in on the fun given half a chance."
"Will do, Sir." both Jim and Vincent replied in unison, filing then out of the bathroom at best possible pace.
As the door was about to slide shut, Vincent heard Schaefer muttering to himself "Can't even take a piss these days without running into some of them rutting around like there was no tomorrow... Eesh! I feel sometimes like a nanny in a daycare center with these kids!"
Last sight Vincent caught was a grin on the German Shepherd's face.
In the dorm of the Hounds things were fairly quiet. Some ran checks on their gear, ensuring their perfect functionality, others played cards or read and the rest were simply enjoying the leisure-filled moment.
Dan was seated in his usual place on the big recliner crammed into one of the corners of the large room, the big wolf idly petting the head of the Hounds' resident femmy fox Jake, who seemed thoroughly happy to be sitting on Dan's lap.
Jake turned to look at Dan with a sly smile "It sure is such a pity that the big bad wolf never wants to play with me, or any of us for that matter. Such a darn waste of a perfectly studly and handsome hunk it is."
The corner of Dan's mouth curled into a faint smile "I just never feel the urges you guys do. Maybe I'm just 'broken' like that, I don't know."
"Awwww... You should at least try it! Who knows? You might even like it." Jake said, intentionally grinding himself against Dan's crotch to put some more weight behind his words.
Dan ruffled the headfur of the fox "Now you are being silly, private Emersson. I'll think about it, I promise."
Jake pouted, putting up a show of looking hurt with his ears splayed low back against his skull and his lips pursed together "You always say that, meanie."
Dan chuckled, patting the fox's head then softly "Guess I'm just slow at making decisions, eh?"
Rey's ears swiveled towards the direction of the door as he heard it slide open, the Husky's icy-blue eyes rising from the paperwork as he heard the familiar, perky voice of Jim calling out.
"Heeey! Slap-Patch! I need a room for two and something to ease things up a little bit. Y'see... I managed to catch a little something in the lavatories."
Rey chuckled softly as he saw Jim marching to the table with Vincent firmly in tow.
"Back so soon, Vinnie?" Rey said, the Husky's eyes twinkling playfully.
All Vincent managed to reply under his blush, as he scratched his neck, was "Yeah..."
"Take isolation number zero-one, haven't had the time to clean that one up yet so it doesn't matter if you mess it up." Rey dug out a bottle of lube from the top drawer of the desk and tossed it to Jim, who deftly caught it.
"Oh, and be nice and take out any sheets you mess up. Saves me the trouble, 'kay?" The Husky added, getting an affirming wave from Jim before the Dalmatian and the Hyena vanished through a pair of double doors.
Smiling smugly Rey turned on one of the monitors embedded to his desk, activating the camera in isolation 01, the room used for housing patients that needed around-the-clock observation... and those who had been put on suicide watch.
Oh yes... He had quite intentionally given the two that particular room. Staring at the monitor, watching how Jim and Vincent entered, Rey eased himself back in his chair, preparing to enjoy the show.
With the door firmly shut, Jim span around to embrace Vincent once more, draping his arms around the hyena's neck and pulling Vincent close. The Dalmatian laid his head onto Vincent's toned chest, growling softly with a mixture of lust and content as his eyes slid shut, picturing how Vincent would soon fill him with his maleness.
Vincent, a light smile playing on the hyena's muzzle, looked down at the somewhat smaller Jim, his arms wrapping around the dog's back. Jim was a carefree, almost innocent individual and Vincent couldn't help but wonder how one such as the Dalmatian could manage in the armed forces of the Federation. To imagine that Jim had, probably, killed so many people was almost too absurd to think!
Placing a small kiss onto the chin of the hyena, Jim drew back to look Vincent into the eyes, a light blush adorning the white fur of the dog's face.
"I just want you, Vinnie...Screw all foreplay and all that. Show me how a male loves another one..." The dog whispered, his voice but a scant breath even though there was no-one there to hear them.
Vincent nodded softly. Sam's "apology" aside Vincent hadn't gotten much action lately and he felt he had an itch that just had to be scratched.
With a light, airy chuckle Jim walked next to the bed and undid his pants with ease despite their obvious tightness. Just as he had planned, he felt Vincent's hands sliding under the now-loose waistline of his cargos, sliding the pants slowly down his legs to the mid-thigh.
Vincent let out a delighted murr as Jim bent over against the side of the bed, resting on his elbows, only a dark-blue thong shielding the canine's private parts from Vincent's lustful gaze.
Hooking his thumbs under the straps of the thong, Vincent pulled that, too, down to mid-thigh, revealing to his eyes Jim's pink tailhole and semi-erect cock, the Dalmatian's tail swung up to give the hyena an unobstructed view.
Vincent couldn't resist the temptation. Despite what Jim had said, Vincent wrapped one paw around the dog's penis, proceeding to slowly paw him off, and buried his muzzle between Jim's soft, inviting mounds.
The dog whimpered quietly as he felt Vincent's smooth, slick tongue sliding time and again slowly over his tailhole. His whimper turning into a gasp of delight, Jim pressed himself both lower on the bed and slightly backwards, a clear reddish hue of flustered enjoyment creeping onto his face.
"C-Come on, you big tease... Don't keep me waiting." Jim managed to grunt, elicting a giggle from Vincent.
Smiling softly the hyena stood up and Jim watched transfixed at the bulging front of Vincent's pants as he unbuckled the belt, popped open the button and yanked down the fly, granting Jim once more sight at the slowly throbbing cock.
With a soft shake of his head Jim lifted his gaze upwards to look at Vincent's face, smiling, as the hyena coated his penis with the lubricant Rey had given them.
As Vincent seemed to be ready, Jim turned his head back and laid his cheek onto his arms, his eyes closing slowly as Vincent's firm paws caught hold of his hips.
"Any time soon..." Jim thought to himself, a faint smile curling to the corner of his muzzle as scant heartbeats later he felt Vincent's hard maleness pressing against his tailhole briefly before slipping in, filling the dog little by little until he could feel the warm groin of Vincent pressing snug against his rump.
Rey let out a grunt, his lubricated paw sliding slowly up and down the length of his hard cock. His icy-blue eyes were like glued to the screen of the monitor where he saw Vincent mounting Jim.
"Well they certainly didn't waste any time... Damn! Almost makes me wish I was there myself..." Rey mumbled under his breath, remembering how good it had felt when Vincent had taken him in the public restroom of the nightclub.
Armed with that thought the Husky continued to paw off slowly and smoothly, further stimulated by the events he witnessed -live- via the security camera.
"Rey what the HELL are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be working or something, you lazy slop?" The voice of first sergeant David "Doc" Hicks caused Rey to yelp and topple his chair over in surprise.
David sighed, dropping the slate containing the inventory list of the medical storage onto the table, helping then the surprised Husky -and his chair- back up.
"Now seriously, Rey... What's going on in here? Haven't seen you jacking off by the reception table before. It can't be that bo--ring..." The German Shepherd's voice faded away as he saw what was happening on the screen, a knowing smile curling onto the dog's muzzle.
"Yeah I...uhhh... You see...I just..." Rey stammered, but was silenced by a quick kiss onto the lips from the senior medical officer of the Hounds, leaving the Husky even more bewildered than before.
Hicks chuckled as he worked to open his own cargos, a roll of his shoulders dropping his lab coat to the floor. The German Shepherd's eyes twinkled mischievously as he looked up at the still confused Rey.
"It's a lot more fun to have company whilst watching a good show. Now... I hope you don't mind me taking a seat?" Hicks said, even as he squeezed some lube from the still open bottle lying on the edge of the desk onto his paw, spreading it immediately afterwards onto and into his tailhole with two dexterous fingers.
A grin of understanding spread onto Rey's muzzle and he patted his lap as he said "Sure thing, Doc."
Murring in delight, Hicks took hold of Rey's tapered caninehood to hold it still as he slowly eased himself down the entire length, a satisfied sigh escaping Hicks' muzzle as he reached the bottom. Already he could feel the small knob at the base of Rey's penis pressed against his tailhole. It had been so long since he'd done it with Rey -heck, with anyone-, that he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone inside him, to share that intimate moment of unity...
Jim let out a loud moan as Vincent's rhythmically thrusting hips pounded against his rump with delightful power. The hyena's paws were strong and firm on his hips, holding Jim in place whilst the hyena had his way with him for their mutual pleasure.
No matter how many times he did it, no matter with how many different guys he did it, Jim simply loved it every single time. True enough, some were better than the others, but he also delighted in instructing and guiding the less experienced ones.
Much to his delight, Vincent didn't seem to need any guiding. He was good as it was, and getting better, apparently, as his experience increased. Not to mention Vincent was cute, charming and possessed a wonderful personality. What was there not to like about him? The thoughts spurred Jim on even more, his eyes still closed and his cheeks flustered as Vincent drove his cock deep into his tailhole time and again with passion.
Vincent smiled, looking down at the sexy, naked rump of the Dalmatian, feeling how the warm walls of Jim's passage rubbed and pressed against the sensitive flesh of his cock. sweet, sweet Jim... Always positive, always cheery... and seemingly always horny, or at the very least always ready for a ride.
Growling softly Vincent leaned down across Jim's back, giving one of the Dalmatian's buns a soft squeeze before wrapping his arms around the dog's chest and biting down onto the scruff of Jim's neck in a mating bite.
The bite elicted a delighted moan from Jim, who splayed his ears flat back against his skull and lowered his head, playing out a part of total submission, whereas Vincent let out another soft growl, his thrusting becoming more vigorous and powerful as he felt the waves of his climax starting to turn into a tidal wave inside him.
Jim started to whisper soft words of encouragement and urging, telling Vincent to go on ahead and cum.
With a gasp Vincent released his hold of Jim's neck as he felt himself reach his peak, his body stiffening for a moment as he came into Jim, his seed gushing deep into the dog's passage, the warmth surrounding his cock intensifying for a moment before he slowly withdrew himself from Jim's tailhole.
As he felt Vincent's cum filling his passage, Jim began to furiously pump at his throbbing cock, feeling soon how Vincent's paw wrapped over his own, aiding him in his work. The warm weight of Vincent's body came to rest on his back again as Vincent, in turn, began to murmur softly in his ear, the hyena's words accompanied by soft kisses along Jim's neck.
In a minute it was Jim's turn to cum, the dog's seed splattering directly onto the wrinkled and crumpled sheets of the bed, a long, satisfied moan erupting from Jim's throat as his cock began to spasm in his paw and he came, leaving him breathless and panting for air.
In the reception, both Rey and David moaned in unison as they came shortly after Jim, on the screen, obviously had.
Until he was sure Rey had completely expended himself, David continued to ride up and down on the Husky's cock. They had opted not to tie because the unknowing stars of the show would, surely, appear soon and that would raise a few awkward questions.
Rey planted a kiss onto David's neck before the German Shepherd stood up, murring softly as he bent over to pick his pants from the floor, feeling Rey's eyes on his naked, cum-matted rump.
"Well... I'll go clean myself up. You should probably do some cleanup too before those two lovebirds show up, huh?" Hicks said, sounding more relaxed and laid-back than before.
Looking at the top of the reception table, Rey let out a loud groan. David sure had left one helluva mess onto it... Groaning again the Husky grabbed some paper towels from the bottom drawer and started to hastily clean up. That damned Sheppie had yet again managed to weasel out of cleaning duty!
Jim stretched a little as he pulled his pants back up, flexing his muscles to get the blood flowing again. His rump felt slightly numb in a comfortable, post-sex fashion and the endorphin still coursing through his system made him feel cheery and relaxed.
From the corner of his eye he spied how Vincent cleaned himself up with some paper towels before zipping up his pants again.
With his pants up and done once more, Jim gathered up the stained sheets from the bed, making a mental note to pick up the pile once they'd leave the room.
Jim turned just in time to face Vincent as the hyena wrapped him into a tight hug. Jim laid his head to rest on Vincent's chest, draping his arms loosely around the hyena's waist, resting his paws on the curve of Vincent's rump.
For a while they simply stayed like that: Jim listening to the steadying heartbeat of the hyena, Vincent resting his chin on Jim's head, both of them holding their eyes shut, basking in the moment.
"We should probably get going before Rey starts to wonder why we are taking so long..." Vincent mumbled quietly.
Jim giggled into the hyena's toned chest "As if! He knows we came here so that you could bone me silly, and that's why we get all the peace in the world. But I guess you're right. We have to make sure all the gear is ready and functional for the mission, so... Yeah, let's get going."
With Vincent's arm draped around his shoulders, Jim picked up the sheets from the bed and together they left the room, pausing only to dump the sheets into the laundry chute.
Upon reaching the reception desk, Jim slipped away from Vincent and leaned his elbows onto the desk, a smile on the Dalmatian's face as he dropped the lube onto the data slate Rey was reading, causing the Husky to look up with a playful smirk.
"Well, well, well... Seems like some folks had a fun time." Rey said.
"You wouldn't believe it, Rey. Thanks for letting us have the room and the lube. Oh, and I dropped the sheets into the laundry like you told us to."
"Glad that I could be of assistance." Rey replied sweetly, winking in a flirtatious manner at Jim, causing the Dalmatian to giggle as he exited the sick bay with Vincent.
The steady, heavy thumping of large fists colliding with a punching bag filled the busy gym. After Ghost had wiped the floor with the Hounds in there, the Hounds had dutifully fixed the place as per Lieutenant Fletcher's orders.
Clad into his usual training attire, Dan tossed one series of punches after another into the punching bag, the chains groaning as if complaining about the weight put behind each blow.
Dan held himself back, as usual, in order to avoid breaking the bag. He took back the exercise he lost in holding back by doing the exercise for an extended period of time, smiting the bag until his muscles felt sufficiently tired.
Those periods of training, when his body was acting like it was on autopilot, gave Dan all the time he needed to think things through. He felt he just couldn't get his brain running unless his body was under some level of physical stress. Exercise or active combat, it didn't matter, either of the two worked just fine.
He thought about his conversations with Jim, how the Dalmatian had suggested that the large wolf might actually house some feelings for the former misfit Vincent. He tried to remember what he had felt whenever he'd been around the hyena... When picking him up from the floor of the cargo bay, when he'd sat by the hyena's side in the toilets after Vincent had ran in there to hide from the others... When Vincent had slept right next to him.
Dan frowned in concentration. What was it that made the hyena so likeable? Dan couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Vincent seemed to have "that certain something" which, apparently, was causing alien emotions to surface in Dan. Well.. Maybe not as much alien as simply long forgotten ones.
For over a century he had been travelling across the vast emptiness of interstellar space, heading from one conflict-zone to another. Hell, he couldn't even count how man he'd killed during those long years, or how many comrades he'd lost.
Suddenly the realization struck Dan harder than a rampaging tank. Vincent might not be one of the lucky ones to pull it through this one. He was still fresh, he'd so far been unlucky and he'd almost died twice during their last mission.
The thought unsettled Dan, making him feel as if something was slowly gnawing a hole into the pit of his stomach.
With a thud he stopped the rocking motion of the punching bag, finally coming into a conclusion. He'd have to do something about these feelings of his, and tonight might be his last chance to do so...
In the gloomy darkness of his chamber, Ghost once more stared into the monitor to see the Hounds during their general shower-time. His curiosity was risen as the hyena didn't enter the room. As far as he'd gathered, they had released the hyena from the sick-bay that morning, but still he wasn't there with the others?
Little by little the raunchy, lively Hounds finished up and Ghost sharpened up once more. If the majority was done, that meant the lone guy would come and then the bulky sergeant would be next.
So far his masters had been most pleased with his reports. Ghost was glad of that, glad that his masters were pleased with him and his work. He was doing his job, the job he'd been born and raised to do: espionage, assassination, infiltration, misdirection and protection of the Galactic Federation.
With a light shake of his head he brushed away the memories of his childhood that had began to surface. He had to focus, he had no time for such things when there were more important things at hand.
As Dan entered the shower room, Ghost's brow rose slightly in surprise. The big wolf wasn't alone!
Still unable to believe what had happened, Vincent followed Dan into the shower room which, underneath the heavy scent of shampoo, still smelled heavily of male musk and sex.
After the evening meal Dan had requested to have a word with Vincent and Vincent had, naturally, agreed to hear the big wolf out. His jaw had fallen to the floor in amazed surprise as Dan had, clearly feeling uncomfortable and almost shy, asked Vincent to join him in shower instead of going with the other Hounds.
So there ha was, slowly getting damp with the humidity hanging in the air, still baffled by Dan's sudden request.
Dan walked under one of the showerheads and pushed the shower on, getting sprayed with warm water that in no time at all soaked his entire fur despite his immense bulk.
Vincent, gulping once, tore his eyes away from the sculpted butt of the wolf and marched underneath the showerhead adjacent to Dan's, activating it and soaking himself in turn.
Dan broke the silence -which had begun to turn uncomfortable- by tossing a bottle of shampoo to Vincent and said "Mind helping me wash my back? I sprained my elbow in the gym today a little and wouldn't want to strain it too much."
"Uhhh...Sure, but will you be able to do your best during the mission with a sprained elbow?" Vincent replied as he squeezed some of the pleasantly scented washing fluid onto his palm and started to smear it onto the broad shoulders of the massive wolf.
Dan let out an amused snort "I'm quick to recover. A little rest and I'll be fine."
"Well if you say so..."
Silently Vincent marveled at the sight of the thoroughly naked Dan in front of him, his paws moving swiftly in circular motions to rub the fluid properly into Dan's fur, his fingers able to feel every single sculpted, rock-solid muscle.
Little by little (he had a lot of ground to cover) Vincent progressed down the bulky sergeant's back, sneaking subtle glances at the wolf's butt whenever he could. Those mounds, too, were taut and sculpted, partially hidden by Dan's soaked tail.
Vincent finished his work as he reached the base of Dan's tail, patting the wolf onto the shoulder to signal he was done and that Dan could finish up the work. Inside, Vincent felt a pang of reluctance; he didn't really want to stop rubbing over Dan's muscular, masculine form.
In silence they both scrubbed themselves with the washing fluid, Vincent doing a lot better time due to his smaller stature and the fact he was able to use both hands whereas Dan only used his right one.
Vincent also used the opportunities presented to him to sneak glances at the wolf's crotch. He was almost surprised to see that despite his massive bulk Dan's package -his observation based on the size of the wolf's sheath and sac- was only slightly bigger than his.
Vincent pondered the truth behind the mystery as he washed the shampoo out of his fur. As he was about to finish up, he felt a large, hesitant paw landing on his shoulder from behind, the lighting of the room suddenly growing dimmer as a shadow fell over him.
Vincent spun around and was immediately wrapped into a firm hug by Dan, the massive wolf laying his chin on top of the momentarily stunned hyena's head.
A heartbeat's hesitation later the hyena wrapped his arms around Dan's waist, having to lower his arms only a little to do it. Had it been any other fur in the unit, Vincent's arms would've been wrapped around their mid-back but that was not the case with the giant wolf. He was also fairly aware of Dan's sheath and balls pressing against his stomach, and he was forced to think of all things unsexy in the galaxy to avoid a spectacular awakening in his lower regions.
Dan grunted. He wasn't sure at all how he should proceed, lest alone why he had suddenly decided to embrace the hyena. Drawing back, his arms still around the hyena's shoulders, Dan gazed down at the face of Vincent.
The smile curling onto Vincent's muzzle as the hyena looked up to meet Dan's gaze caused a faint smile to curl into the corner of the sergeant's mouth.
"So uhhh..." Dan began, fumbling for a moment as he sought for words. Hell! He could face death on a battlefield any given time, could sit through an artillery barrage without a worry in his mind and kill without hesitation, but asking the hyena to spend the night in his quarters seemed to be an overwhelming task "You uhh... Would you like to sleep in my quarters tonight?"
The smile on Vincent's muzzle broadened considerably "Would I ever... Yeah, sure thing Dan."
A rare, genuine smile curled onto Dan's muzzle.
Ghost was busy making mental notes. Obviously he'd been wrong so far in his assumptions that the massive wolf had no sexual drive whatsoever, but the signs were clear. He had witnessed similar behavior in the other Hounds during their raunchy and wild shower sessions: asking to wash their back, hugging and then walking out hand in hand...
"Apparently the Gene only inhibits and lowers the subject's sexdrive instead of shutting it down completely..." The mouse thought to himself.
His masters would be interested in this piece of information. He would, however, have to do further research before he could send the information. He had, for example, no idea if the wolf's drive was purely homosexual-oriented, or if he had a fondness for the opposite sex, too. Not to mention the fact that the Gene might have nothing to do with the wolf's chosen sexuality.
He had to find out, as insignificant as it might seem to him. Masters had demanded that he'd record EVERYTHING, even the most insignificant things, as they would surely help them in their endeavors. Ghost wasn't, naturally, privy to said endeavors, he merely did as he was instructed to.
A more adventurous and independent part of his mind told Ghost that, perhaps, he should get some first-hand experience about the breeding rituals -or "sex" like everyone seemed to call it- between two males. Ghost shut that part of his mind out almost instantly. When he had a job to do, he couldn't afford his mind to wander.
He had been trained for war and espionage and sex and sexuality were unheard of in the Temple.
"But still, it looked like the Hounds were enjoying themselves whenever they did it... No! I mustn't let my mind be addled by their behavior!"
Ghost scolded himself for the moment's weakness, shifting away from the monitor to kneel by the small altar dedicated to Auron, praying and meditating for strength and salvation from unwanted thoughts.
In silence Vincent and Dan sat at the edge of Dan's bed, Vincent staring at the ceiling whilst Dan kept his eyes to the ground.
They were both stripped down to their boxers, just about ready to call it a night, but Dan had told Vincent there was something he had to talk about first. Dan, however, was currently at a loss of words, once more feeling too unnerved to open his muzzle.
With an angry growl Dan lifted his gaze and forced himself to speak. It just couldn't be this hard, goddamit!
"Y-You know we are quite soon going back into a hot-zone?" Dan started and continued as Vincent nodded, the hyena looking suddenly curious "I'm... Just worried that not all of us might come back. I mean... War is war, and furs die in it. Grah! I'm not good at these things, but I... I just want you to know that I've grown to like you, Vincent."
Dan rubbed his neck in embarrassment "You seem to have awoken something in me that I lost such a long time ago... I'd blame myself forever if I didn't explore these feelings when I still have a chance and... Meh..."
Vincent frowned, unsure, not knowing if what Dan was trying to say was what he thought he was trying to say.
The hyena turned to look at Dan who was once more staring fixedly at the floor. Gently he placed a paw onto the wolf's bicep, a smile on his face as Dan turned to look at him.
"I think I know what you're trying to say, Dan..." Vincent replied softly.
As Dan opened his muzzle to reply, Vincent leaned quickly in to lock his lips with Dan's, causing the large wolf to grunt in surprise. That grunt, however, melted into a soft murr as Dan's reeling mind caught a hold of what was going on.
After that things seemed to go naturally for the wolf, as if all those long-forgotten instincts had suddenly decided to surface.
Dan fell backwards on the bed, pulling Vincent on top of himself and the hyena was more than happy to sit on the sculpted abs of Dan, Vincent's paws sliding smoothly over Dan's chest, exploring every form and shape with tender slowness.
With a faint smile curled onto the corner of his muzzle Dan wrapped his arms once more around the considerably lither form of Vincent, pulling the hyena softly against himself, their muzzles meshing together once more as they shared another passionate kiss.
Suddenly Vincent froze as if someone had hexed him into stone. He could clearly feel the bulge on the front of Dan's boxers pressing between his buttocks, bringing about once more some painful memories.
As Vincent stopped moving altogether, Dan slowly cracked his eyes open, looking in puzzlement at the frozen hyena for a few long seconds before pulling Vincent further up, away from his dawning boner and, true enough, Vincent seemed to suddenly relax.
Dan was silent for a moment and then asked "It's...Because of what happened back then, isn't it?"
In quiet shame Vincent looked away and nodded, looking thoroughly miserable. For crying out loud he KNEW this was Dan and that Dan wouldn't do anything against his will! Why was he still like a paralyzed duck whenever someone went near his ass? Answers to Vincent's question were nowhere to be found, though.
Once more a faint smile curled onto Dan's lips, a large paw idly caressing Vincent's cheek. Already it felt...relieving, to relish his instincts rather than subdue them and he would be damned if he let this chance slip away! not to mention he was curious about something...
"Can you keep a secret?" Dan asked all of a sudden.
"S-Sure..."
"I've given this matter some length of thought and... I think I'd rather have you mounting me than the other way around, just seems more appealing for some reason. Just don't tell Rose, Jim or that fox Jake. Their dreams would be thoroughly crushed!" Dan actually chuckled at the end of his sentence and Vincent burst into a hearty laughter.
"I cross my heart and swear I will keep this a secret." Vincent replied, holding his right paw on his heart and his left one in the air as if swearing an oath.
A moment later the two of them were lying on their side, naked, looking each other from head to toe, their paws idly toying with the other's crotch.
With Vincent's careful goading, Dan was fully erect in a matter of moments, a visible blush spreading onto the wolf's face as he made a quick comparison of sizes.
"Looks sorta stupid, doesn't it? Big wolf like me with a small dick...The only part in my body which actually didn't grow when they fooled around with my genetics." Dan grumbled.
"Guess they thought it was irrelevant? It doesn't matter anyways, your size is just fine so shush."
A playful gleam flashed in Dan's eyes "Was that an order, corporal?"
"If that's what it takes...Then yes." Vincent replied and they both chuckled once more.
Their lips found each other once more, their paws toying and teasing the other one for a while until Vincent broke free. Smiling, the hyena lowered himself down to inhale the musk of Dan's crotch.
Slowly Vincent laid several licks onto the tip of Dan's cock, idly musing to himself that the big wolf was like himself and Jim -in other words rather humanesque- down there. Smirking, the hyena dragged his tongue slowly from the tip to the base and back several times, his ears swiveling as he heard Dan groaning in contentment, the wolf's body writhing slightly on the bed.
Vincent opened his muzzle and, little by little, buried as much of Dan's cock into his muzzle as he could, one of his paws holding the gently pulsating shaft steady whilst with the other one he kept pawing himself off.
Before Vincent could get into the rhythm of bobbing his head along the wolf's shaft, Dan let out a grunt and pulled Vincent on top of himself, the wolf's hot breath washing over his crotch, causing a tingle to run along the hyena's spine.
A sixty-nine? That suited Vincent just fine. Wasting no more time Vincent lowered his muzzle around Dan's penis, slowly suckling at the sensitive glans whilst teasing the base of the shaft with his paw.
Dan, still somewhat inexperienced, tried his best to mimic what Vincent was doing, his large, soft, wet canine tongue lapping time and again along the entire length of Vincent's cock, coating it slowly with saliva.
Dan wrapped his arms around Vincent's lower back and pulled the hyena's hips lower, burying Vincent's hyenahood into his muzzle. The feel of the gently pulsating fleshy shaft in his muzzle was exotic and arousing at the same time, the taste of Vincent's precum heavy on his tongue and his nose full of the musk of the hyena's crotch. It was simply intoxicating...
Vincent lost track of time as he focused solely on bobbing his head up and down slowly and steadily, tasting the wolf's precum in his mouth as -much like with all canines- it dribbled in abundance from the tip of his cock.
It was clear to Vincent that Dan was rather inexperienced, but he was none the less learning fast.
Suddenly Dan yanked Vincent's cock out of his mouth, the wolf's breathing turning into heavy panting as his body seemed to lock up at the joints. Vincent knew this could mean only one thing and as such he lifted his muzzle off of Dan's penis, his paw working furiously over the fleshy shaft until, a second later, a spray of cum erupted from the wolf's cock, splattering into Vincent's expecting muzzle, some of the hot, sticky spray missing it's mark and draping across the hyena's face.
Vincent licked his lips as Dan collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. With a gulp Vincent swallowed Dan's sperm, the slightly salty, warm taste in his muzzle causing him to churr in delight.
Turning around, Vincent straddled Dan and started to jerk off furiously, his paw pumping up and down along his shaft, his mind craving for a release which loomed just around the corner.
Dan watched, transfixed, as Vincent pawed off on top of him, a murr erupting from his muzzle as he saw -and felt- the hyena's cum splashing onto his chest and stomach, matting his fur. Curious, he wiped some of the mess away from his chest and licked his paw clean, sneering then at the taste, causing Vincent to giggle.
"Guess that's an acquired taste, huh?" The hyena said with a giggle.
"I'll get used to it... But damn you! Now I have to make extra sure you pull it off through the next mission." Den replied, mocking a frown.
"And why's that?"
A very -in the lack of a better term- wolfish grin crept onto Dan's muzzle "Because I still haven't gotten to try some things with you..."
Vincent chuckled softly as he lied down next to the wolf, an arm draped on Dan's chest as Dan threw a blanket over them both.
Eesh...that took and age and a half to make... Stay tuned for the next episode of the Raging Hounds as the Hounds finally march to war with the muchly-hated enemy!