A Night of Discovery
My first little Foray into Erotica... enjoy. Critique appreciated.
A gently breeze blew across the grassy planes of Collieshire. It blew through the fur of a young border collie as he sat atop a stone fence that served as the marker between Collieshire, and the Corgi Counties of Pembroke and Wales. The warm sun beat upon his white and black fur. Shaun's lids grew heavy as he watched a particularly fat ewe slowly chew a mouthful of grass. His mind was wandering on the Miller's daughter. She was a beautiful dog, with copper fur that shone brightly in the summer sun, and her brilliant green eyes that ensnared his heart. She haunted the young collie's dreams like a ghost, always there, but never within reach.
Shaun never considered himself much of a ladies' man. He barely managed to get a shy stare during the spring equinox festival. She may as well be a princess from a fairytale. It would have to take something like magic to give him the courage to ask her out.
Just at that moment, his ears caught the rattle of a cart coming down the dirt road. This brought the young Dog's eyes alert, and upwards. He hopped down from his perch and turned about to face the oncoming sounds. He saw the brilliant colors and new exactly what it was. A caravan of Vulpanian Merchants no doubt heading into Collieshire to sell knick-knacks, odds and ends, maybe to put on a show.
The Foxes from Vulpania were different from any fox he had met in Cynoa. They did not swear allegiance to an Alpha, or any other King for that matter. They ruled themselves by casting lots. Not only that, but they worshiped a forbidden Goddess, Teumessia, The mother of Foxes. People said that they practiced Magic secret, and Dark.
It just hit him. "If these Foxes came from Vulpania," he whispered to himself, "then they're probably Teumessian Sorcerers, which means, they may possibly sell love potions!" He laughed at the idea, it was just tales told to pups to get them to behave. He actually remembered his mother warning him. "Shawn Sheppard, if you don't do your chores, a Fox-Witch will swoop down in the night and steal you away. She'll cut you up bit by bit and gobble you up in a stew."
"Well, they may not gobble up naughty pups, but they might have a tonic for my pelt or a strange perfume or something I can use to impress Sierra."
So, that night, after his chores were done, Shaun made his way into the village. He stopped by the pub for a pint with one of his friends. Then, excusing himself to head home, he ducked out of the pub and went straight were the Vulpanian merchants had parked. Taking the few coins he had with him, Shaun looked around and walked up to one of the fox merchants who were packing up for the night. Shaun cleared his throat.
"E... Excuse me, I, eh, I wonder if you can help me." A flash of gold at the fox's throat betrayed the fox's faith. "You're one of those Teumessian Sorcerers aren't you?"
The dark rusty fox flashed a sharp glare at the young Canine. "If I was a practitioner of Magic, strong words like 'Sorcerer" might imply that what I do is Dark."
"Oh.... I didn't mean..."
"What we do as neither good, nor evil, it just is. It is what is needed for the situation. That is what you are seeking... right? Something for the situation?"
"Well, yes... I... I need something for confidence..."
"There is the pub next door. Why do I need your coin?"
"Well, it's this girl, I want to impress her and I don't believe I am amorous enough for her, but I want to keep my senses. A Sorcerer like you can do something like that, Right?"
The fox's eyes glint once more, and then, he nodded. "Come inside my Caravan and I will see what I can do."
Shaun followed the fox into the cart; inside there were all sorts of herbs and fluids. There was also a bowl, held up by four long legs. Underneath that, a figurine of a topless female fox and in her hands there was a flame. The Fox lit some incense in the figures paws, and then setting the incense in a special hole in the bowl; the fox put his paws together and uttered a prayer of guidance.
The fox grabbed some herbs here; some fluids there, his eyes seemed closed half the time. He mixed all of the ingredients in the bowl, until it formed a reddish, purple fluid. He poured the contents into a vial and handed it to Shaun.
"Take a small sip of this before you talk with the girl you desire. It will make you more confident and increase sensitivity to everything. You will not miss any signal she may give. But be warned, just a sip and not a drop more."
The young collie tried to give the fox money, but the fox waved a paw. "No payment is required, this time, but should you fail, it will cost you.
Shaun bowed a weak thank you before he ducked out of the caravan and headed off towards the mill. He hid in the bushes beside the river, and stared at the window that belonged to the miller's daughter. Undoing the stopper, he took a sip of the fluid.
It had a bitter and sweet flavor all at once. He felt something loosen in his mind. His senses came alive and he felt a little bit more confident. He was about to stride up to the house, But then he looked at the bottle. "Well, I don't really feel all that confident. Perhaps one more sip ought to do." He took another swallow.
Again the same taste, yet it was much stronger this time. It exploded in his mouth. It felt as if something warm and slightly thicker than water was being poured over his head. He twitched his ears. He could hear the sounds of people partying in the city. He closed his eyes as He felt the way his fur and body brushed against the clothes he wore. He felt more lucid.
Shaun's brain soon found itself focused on the smell of his own arousal. He felt the way his nipples brushed the linen of his shirt, he felt his penis and testicles brush in his pants. If this is what it felt like, then what if...?
He upended the bottle, and finished the entire bottle. His skin felt hot and flushed, he peeled off his shirt, relieving the heat as the cool night air made his fur stand on end. He felt tightness in his pants. Slowly he pulled his britches down past his hips, and off from around his ankles. He sat there, on the riverbank, stark naked.
It felt comfortable and yet, exhilarating at the same time. Shaun then took an idle paw, and slid it up his leg, nearing his pearls and his already swollen sheath. "I... I shouldn't, I mustn't." he thought, He had never done anything like this at all yet something in the back of his mind coaxed and teased. He brushed a blunt claw over his testicles. He shivered with delight. "If it felt that good, then what if I..." He grabbed his testicles, and gave them a gentle squeeze. A deep pleasure surged through his hips, setting his brain on fire. His eager paws were now feeling and squeezing his plump sheath for the first time.
He massaged the sheath more, coaxing his red member out of its home. Shaun almost gave out a yip when he moved his paw to his erect shaft. At first, he slowly stroked. Then bit by bit, he picked up speed. He growled and chuffed as he masturbated, each stroke bringing him farther and farther towards orgasmic bliss.
His eyes rolled back in his head. He pushed off with his feet. His tail cupped his balls. The claws on his free hand dug into the soil.
Suddenly, he could take it no longer. He cried out loudly as his hips bucked. Hot seed splattered on his chest and pooled in his navel. As the last ropes shot out, he looked around in half a daze hoping no one heard him.
He could hear the footfalls of crunching boots, and he could see a lantern as a guards turned around the corner he was looking for the source of the shout. Shaun was terrified, yet still exhausted from the orgasm. He hoped that the guard would not see.
What he did not count on was the guard's sense of smell. The scent of sex and arousal was thick in the air, and it led the guard straight to Shaun as he still lay on the bank of the river. His seed still pooled in his navel and in the fur on his chest.
The wolf that eyed the young dog was well built, with icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce the soul.
"What the in the name of the Watcher Are you doing there?" The guard said authoritatively.
"I... I'm sorry, I just."
"I'll help you stay out of trouble if you agree to help me out later."
Shaun nodded. The wolf guard set the lantern down. He licked his lips. "It's been a while since I tasted seed besides my own," the Wolf said.
Shaun gasped and started to protest, until the wolf licked off a blob of semen that coated the dog's nipple. Shaun tilted his head back and let the wolf lap the juices off his body. His whole body tingled as he felt every stroke of the wolf's hot pink tongue. The Wolf worked quickly. Shaun began to get hard again as the wolf lapped at his member. Shaun rubbed the wolf's ears as images of the two of them snuggling, pawing, suckling ran through Shaun's brain. The wolf wrapped his lips around the dog's cock and began to suck, cleaning the cock of hot pup juice. The wolf slowly pulled up on the shaft coaxing a drop of pre out of Shaun's cock, blushing hard and panting.
"I... I shouldn't get too carried away, now is not the place for it." The wolf then stopped and put his cloak around the young dog. "Gather your clothing, we need to move."
Shaun felt a little disappointed before his senses came to him. He had a male lick him clean. He had a male suck on his penis, and he liked it. He Blushed as he scrambled, grabbing the clothing from off of the ground, he then followed the guard without saying a word.
The guard led Shaun to a small house near the town's wooden gates. As they neared the door, two more guards came up. Quickly, the wolf pushed Shaun through the door and closed it. Shaun put an ear to the door.
"Captain Cyril! Did you find out what that noise was?"
Captain Cyril? As in Captain of the Guard? He had indebted himself to a wolf, and a Beta at the very least! Oh boy was he in trouble.
"It came from the mill, it smelled of arousal, so I assumed that the Miller and his wife were engaged in intimacies. But I want you two to continue the night watch and inform me if anything else out of the ordinary happens."
"Aye sir!" called out the voice from the other side of the door. Two pairs of footsteps died down. Then the Captain Cyril entered through the door.
"C-c-captain Cyril?" Shaun squeaked out.
"I suppose you found out I was no ordinary guard. Well, I suppose it cannot be helped. My name is Captain Cyril Von Howl. And who, pray tell, did I pluck from the riverside in a pool of his own seed."
"They call me Shaun Sheppard. I tend sheep outside of the village here. I do not usually do that sort of thing, I just was trying out a potion I got from the Fox and his caravan and things got out of hand and... and I... I..."
"What you did was brash, and a bit naïve. But as I have promised, I will make sure your parents never find out about this. All I ask is that you be my companion for the night."
"Be your companion for the night? Oh I could not do that... I don't..."
"You were more than willing to when I helped you clean up." The wolf mentioned, his eyes wandering down to the still naked Border collie.
"I... erm, well." Shaun blushed under his fur.
Cyril laughed. "I am not going to make you do anything you really don't want. All I really need is a good pair of ears to listen. I wish to bathe first, you are welcome to join if you wish, if not, you can stay out here.
"If you don't mind, I think I could use a bath too." The young dog followed Cyril into the Bath.
Inside this small room there was a large pool in the floor. In the far corner was a furnace aglow with a charcoal fire. In the coals were large river stones. Cyril motioned towards a pair of tongs near the furnace. "Take a couple of those stones and toss them into the water."
Shaun grabbed two of the stones and dropped them into the tub. The stones sizzled and a large cloud of steam rose up. Cyril began to undress in front of Shaun. The Border collie got a good look at Cyril's chiseled form. He eyed Cyril's large, plump sheath. His mind flashed back to the wolf licking his naked form. He felt his own sheath swell.
Cyril stepped into the water and sighed a bit. Shaun climbed into the tub, hoping to hide the fact that was becoming aroused. His head was swimming, why did he feel this way? Was it something in the potion? Or did he really find this strong wolf attractive. Cyril scrubbed his fur with an herbal soap that filled Shaun's nostrils with a fresh scent.
"They call it Green Blade." Cyril said, handing the bar over to Shaun. "It's an Herb from my family's homeland near the Ursian Mountains. It is supposed to be good for your fur. My mother bought it for me, thinking that if I looked good I would finally marry a pretty girl and settle down." Cyril laughed a little bit and looked a small window.
"The thing is I don't care much for girls. But I assumed you found that out tonight. I have done my best to keep it hidden. It's been hard, especially when I see so many people around me who are happily mated."
Shaun looked up from his scrubbing. He had never seen this wolf so vulnerable. His heart ached with empathy. He slid over in the tub and gingerly put his arm around the wolf. "I...erm... I am having issues with love myself as of late. I wanted the miller's daughter, but I was afraid to talk to her, so I got myself a potion from one of the foxes. Only it made me so crazy that I... and well, you came along and when you... It felt so good. I do not know but... I think I am attracted to you, as odd as it sounds."
Cyril looked into Shaun's brown eyes.
"I... I want to be with you tonight. I need to know if I really like males like that."
Cyril wrapped his arms around the young Collie and held him close. Shaun's heart leapt in his throat. Cyril's eyes went dead serious. "Is that what you want?" Shaun nodded.
He was then suddenly surprised when he was pulled up into Cyril's arms and pulled into a kiss. It was firm, and at the same time, so gentile. Shaun felt as though everything was fading away, but Cyril, and him. Cyril's paw moved across Shaun's chest gently scratching the skin and fur. Shaun ran his own blunt claws through the fur along Cyril's back. Cyril's tongue slid its way up against Shaun's. Shaun found himself sucking and pushing back against Cyril's tongue.
They pulled apart. Breathing heavily, they looked into each other's eyes. Cyril smiled gently as he wrapped a paw around the dog's plump sheath. A squeeze and a stoke elicited a moan of pleasure from his guest. A red tip poked free from its confines. Cyril nibbled Shawn's ear and whispered, "Come with me to the bed so we can do this right."
Shawn unwrapped himself from the wolf and followed. His heart and cock throbbing with thrill. The Bedroom was a simple one but the bed was a large one, a whole family could fit on the mattress. Shaun stared in awe at the silken sheets.
"You sleep here?" the Young dog questioned. The wolf captain nodded. "Go ahead and lie down, Feel the sheets."
Shaun obeyed, he felt the way his fur slid against the silk and how it brushed against his sheath coaxing another moan as his member slid out. "Looks like my little pup likes the way it feels."
Shaun's heart fluttered as he heard the wolf talk like that about him. He turned around and looked at the Wolf, who was now on his hands and knees, hovering over the young Dog. "I also know my pup likes his cock sucked." Cyril said as his strong paw wrapped around the tender member that bobbed between Shaun's legs. The Wolf then drew his tongue along the underside of Shaun's needy man-meat. Shaun let out a lewd moan as the Wolf covered his cock and balls with puppy dog kisses, before gently wrapping his mouth around the tip of the eager Collie's bone.
Waves of pleasure washed over Shaun as Cyril's muzzle massaged his shaft. This felt a lot better than when the wolf was cleaning him off. Heat burned his member and cheeks as he panted and whimpered, "Ohhh, do you like my taste, My Beta?"
Cyril pulled off Shaun's penis with a bit of a lewd pop. "You taste good my pup... But this is to show you what to do." Cyril then stuck his musky cock up against the Collie's nose. "Let's see what you have learned, Pup."
Shaun swallowed hard as his scents were invaded with that of the wolf's cock. His heart beat fast as he wrapped a paw around Cyril's bone. The Collie opened his maw. He could feel the heat coming from the phallus in his paw as he slowly licked the head of the Wolf's cock.
Cyril growled in pleasure as the Collie wrapped his lips around the wolf's penis. Shaun started bobbing as the warmth of the member in his mouth registered with the musky taste-scent on his tongue. The thought of another male in his mouth was a shock at first, but he soon relaxed, enjoying the taste of man-meat as he slid on the Wolf's shaft. Then a slightly sweet, slightly salty taste filled his mouth as Cyril grunted.
"You're doing good little pup, a natural borne cock-sucker." Cyril growled as another spurt of pre-cum rewarded the young Dog bobbing enthusiastically. The Wolf's breathing quickened, as he felt the all too familiar pressure build. "Shaun, I am close... Get your mouth off unless you want to... "Cyril grunted and stopped, he did his best to hold it back, but it was coming. "Sha... Shaun... Shaun... SHAAAAAAAAAAAUUUN!!!"
Cyril sat up, coming out of the sex daze as he went to a washbasin and splashed his face, drinking from a cup he had poured himself. "I didn't mean to go in your mouth Shaun. It just felt so good and I..." Cyril noticed Shaun's shocked face. "Hey, you okay there?"
Shaun sat on the edge of the bed. His cheeks and ears still burned as his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. His mind raced at all that had happened. He had made another male orgasm. Not only that, he swallowed his seed. He could still taste it on his lips. And on top of it all, he liked it.
"I... I have... what did I just do?" Cyril put his arms around the Collie. "You made me feel really good, better than I have in a while, and it looks like you were enjoying it." Shaun smiles meekly at the Wolf.
"Yeah, I loved it. It felt amazing... knowing you were feeling so good, and that I was doing it." Cyril kissed Shaun's cheek. "Guess that means you like guys too eh?" Shaun kissed Cyril on the muzzle, grinding his still hard member against the Wolf's crotch. "Not guys... You!" Shaun said with a grin.
Cyril's heart felt like it skipped a beat. He felt what he could only describe as being smitten. Those words and that grin. Could he really start falling for a peasant? Or was the young wolf thinking with the head between his legs. The wolf put that thought aside.
"Well, there is one more thing I wanted to do." Cyril said as he licked down past the red cock, down beyond the pup makers, churning with another batch of the peasants delicious seed, to the pink rose bud that sat beneath the collie's tail. Then, slow and deliberate, the wolf ran his tongue across the hole.
"Whoa... he... hey... wha... what are you doing?" the collie asked, in confusion and pleasure.
"I am making sure your are ready to receive me... my pup." the wolf said, as he continued to lick and slurp. Shaun arched and moaned, spreading his legs. This wolf was teaching him so much. The collie found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with Cyril.
Cyril drew a final lick as he playfully sniffed at Shaun's balls. "I am going to put it up inside you... are you ready?" Shaun nodded. Cyril lined his head up and started to press against the collie's hole. Pre dribbled, lubricating the hole as the head began to push inside. Shaun gasped and winced. It felt uncomfortable, and tight.
"Are you okay, my love?" Cyril asked, the last part blurting out awkwardly. Shaun gasped. "I ... More..."
Cyril pushed deeper in, Shaun shut his eyes and cried out. Slowly, and certainly, they ended up hip to hip. The tip of the lupine cock brushed up against the wall of the collie's insides, and massaged the prostate.
Shaun nearly came when that happened. His cock drooled freely on his stomach. Shaun opened his eyes and saw the wolf's muzzle inches from his own. "Now, peasant, you shall have the privilege of breeding with a Beta, prepare yourself for the honor." The wolf pulled back and slid in again. Slowly at first, and then picking up speed.
Shaun moaned and grunted in pure pleasure. His brain dulled to nothing but the sensations, the heat, the sounds and the sweat. Cyril pumped into the eager hole. His face burned with heat as his hips collided with the collies. "You feel good, for a peasant."
"Do not stop my Beta... it feels so good." Shaun felt a tightness build, he knew he was getting ready to go. "Cyril... breed... breed me... Cyril... CYRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
Cyril felt the hole clench, his name hanging on an orgasmic tongue. Grunting, he fired deep inside the Collie.
Cyril laid there, his lover asleep on the bed beside him. It was now his turn to question the feelings that swam in his heart and head. "Am I really falling for this guy? He is a peasant, and not even a wolf. And not only that, I ... I have to marry a woman to please my family... they are counting on me."
Just then, a little sigh and the phrase, "My wolf." came from the sleeping form beside him. Cyril stroked the glossy black fur on Shaun's head. "My little pup... Maybe, just maybe... We could work it out."