Painting Pictures -- SILVER
#1 of Painting Pictures
Hmmmm, what to say about this one? I know not! I guess it's just a fun little story I figured I'd try and write with just the limit of 1000 words. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words, so how well of a picture can I paint with just the limit of that amount of words!? Maybe I'll have a few of these to upload and such, seems like a fun idea I have for these and hopefully others enjoy it as well.
I give you all a fun little story. Remember to leave a fav and stars if you liked and a comment if you loved!
Important Silver Properties: Reflectivity and Brilliant Luster.
~SILVER~
The night was cool and fresh.
A cloudless night above made the life of the night become more evident. The animals seemed to dance and enjoy their time while the humans slept.
The cattle ran around in their pens while the horses enjoyed a late night snack of their food after a long day of carrying around the humans who were apparently planning some expansions for the land, their markers placed in the ground that the animals had come to know as fence markers for another date.
They chattered amongst themselves about the coolness of the night and the planned workload for tomorrow.
The moonlight made them at peace. Foxes tend to steal eggs at night and the Farmer's mutt of a herder male tends to ignore the troubles in his growing age. I can still see him settled in his wooden dog house now, licking his chops after having a generous helping to the remains of the human's food.
My eyes are soon on my prize, or rather, she'll be saying her prize later on.
A rare breed to see here in these parts no doubt, she is one to make note of her beauty in all meanings of the word.
The moonlight hugged her frame as she bounds across the grassland, having escaped through the loose fence board by the side of the barn I had come to be familiar with as I watched her. She was not escaping to run away, no, this female was simply enjoying the night like the many other times I've watched her.
From the first time I saw her brought to this farm, she was apparently a Belgian Malinois brought in to help the older fat male of a herding dog do his work. But the talk of the humans make it sound she is to be a breeding dog, saving the trouble of wasting money on prized herder breeds when they can just breed their own and have ready-to-go mutts in just a few years.
I laughed at that notion of this feisty girl being used like that seeing her bound around so free. She'd probably hate being pregnant.
Unfortunately for her, a wolf knows when a bitch is in heat, the old male has lost his sense of smell as I can feel the scent wafting over me from this far out.
Her short fur, the burning moonlight and the reflection of the nearby pond she slowly drew closer to now, making it seem like she wore a Silver pelt. Her eyes darting to a nearby tree, it fluttered to life with the light making it seem like a Silver flower, those gleaming apples she loved to see slowly waving from the wind.
I'm halfway to her before sulking back down to the ground, my own fur standing up like glistening needles as I closed the distance with tapered breath and hunting instincts. The low dribbles and flowing water masked me better as she took to the water, a wagging tail all the while.
The old mutt is still sleeping I notice while stepping closer, his paws sticking out to be drenched in light, his snoozing being so obvious in that wooden kennel of his, I can still hear it creaking.
The cooing of the birds soon reaching my ears as I make my move towards the one who'd call me HER prize, their movements being so hasty as she lets out a bark.
The Silver feathers dancing from the tree as the birds awoken from their sleep move to fly away and free.
She tries to run but my teeth finding the nape of her neck stop any such movement. The taste of crimson acting like fuel for my plan, her tail raising and her will to keep it down faltered by the fact her body needed this.
My senses are strong as her scent pushes me inside her, the whining turning to little yips and murrs of pleasure as I sink past her heated, needy mound.
My body adjusts to the situation, legs hanging around her shoulders as I rut, albeit hasty and rough, her eyes tell me more than her words would, she needs this and her clamping and pushing back against me tells me she found her prize as well.
I end up kicking up some dirt that makes a little rodent go running by with my growls of lust seeming to push him farther away, his claws gleaming Silver like his Silver tinted moonlit eye.
My hips mash with her own, her front leaning down as if to submit more as I bite her harder, forcing her to stand back up to make my movements reach deeper under her tail.
My tip probably already having done its job to seed this bitch with just my pre-dribbles of semen coating her coaxing walls, a ripple of the water shows a fish had just surfaced in the larger portion of the stream.
I growl out once more, she whines for me to go more to which I'm only too happy to oblige by tying us together with a rough thrust. Her life essence tastes so sweet I notice after having to take in a breath to let loose the howl of a dominate wolf claiming his breeding bitch.
I breed her, the heat driving me more and more to keep humping even after my seed has already filled her womb. I bite her once more to truly mark her as mine, she's panting, thanking me with that satisfied gaze, crimson soaking her neck scruff and my muzzle.
I move to be backend to backend with her, letting her milk me before forcing myself out like my kind do. She collapses after a loud yelp.
The farmer's dog is soon barking at nothing but a snoozing Belgian Malinois, the bitch satisfied more than he ever could.
The fish even let her be, move-less under the water by those Silver tinted reeds poking out of that bright Silver stream.