Peeping Suel

Story by offox on SoFurry

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The prequel to The Whole Thing, the druid Suel discovers a strange sight while out exploring the wilds, and soon a chance encounter with a feral wolf and horse escalates into something quite unexpected, but very pleasant.


Suel gently caressed his sheath as he watched the massive palomino and his dire-wolf lover romp through the field from behind the cover of the high brush at the edge of the clearing. The wolvar had caught the two strong males at the same games yesterday, and had found himself deeply entranced by their interplay before he could even think to look away. It wasn't every day that he came across such an arousing display.

The palomino's engorged shaft bobbed between its legs as it nipped at the giant wolf's flanks playfully. The wolf growled and turned on the horse, nipping back with exaggerated snarls and yips. Anyone who didn't understand the feral creatures, might have thought they were honestly fighting, but there was a desire sparked behind their eyes that was obvious to anyone who knew what to look for, and if the desire wasn't obvious in their eyes, then the swollen nature of their masculinity should have made it clear.

The wolf's glistening pink tip pulsed in time the rhythm of his heartbeat, leaving a patch of slick, clear fluid on the underside of his belly. His obvious arousal, and the impressive cock of the beautiful horse were enough to make Suel's own lust flare. He stroked the length of his shaft slowly as he felt the lump of his excitement beginning to grow up and outward. The black tip of his cock pushed through the opening in his white belly fur as it grew, until he was holding his fully expanded shaft in his hand. It was tender and warm, a throbbing sign of his desire to be a part of the games played by the dire-wolf and the palomino.

The wolvar moved further through the brush and perched himself on an old dead log that gave him a slightly better perspective on the action happening in the field. He was dangerously near the opening to the clearing, but in his arousal he barely cared. His clothing lay discarded to his side, and he stood completely sky clad atop the old log as he stroked his shaft. He couldn't believe his luck. When he'd seen the horse and wolf the day before, he'd only caught the very end of their show, and he hadn't had time to get himself warmed up.

Suel had shown up early that morning, hoping to spot the two lovers again, but not confident that he would. He'd been by that field many times and never seen them before. In the end, he'd waited for over two hours, and was about to give up when they'd finally appeared. The wolvar had stripped his clothes off immediately and began to play with himself, caressing his balls and stroking his soft, white sheath.

Now he was fully hard, and the action before him was really starting to get good. The giant dire wolf had turned his back to the palomino, and the horse was moving carefully up behind him. The mounting happened quickly, and with a sharp, but singular, yelp from the wolf. The horses black and pink shaft, long though it was, slid deep into the wolf and the big equine male whinnied in pleasure. Suel could see the wolf clawing into the ground to hold his place as the horse drove into him. His pink, canid masculinity was bobbing and twitching with every inward thrust of his powerful lover, and his tail hung over the length of the horse's cock that wouldn't fit into his rear.

Suel caught himself moaning and forced himself to be quiet. He was leaking some precum, and his cock was raging hard in his hand. He knew he could finish himself off at any time, but he slowed his own pumping fist. He wanted to time his finish with that of the great palomino. He knew how much a horse like that could cum, and he really wanted to, at least in a way, share in that moment.

A loud, terrible crack sounded below Suel, and suddenly he found himself tumbling forward. The old log beneath his feet had crumbled, and as a result the wolvar was thrown forward, through the line of brush, and out into the field in an ill executed forward summersault. To say Suel was shocked would be an understatement. He'd gone from a moment of pure bliss and pleasure, to suddenly laying spread eagle, out in plain sight, with his erection standing straight at attention between his legs. He was still trying to get his senses back together when he noticed that the two lovers had stopped fucking and were looking at him.

The palomino had pulled out of the wolf, though his massive mixed color cock was still hard. They'd both turned to face the intruder, and even before Suel could react they were moving in his direction. The wolvar was caught in his peeping, and he wasn't sure what to do. For a moment he considered flight, but his own arousal and curiosity held him in place. Where was this going to go?

The wolf reached him first. The beast was larger even than Suel had first thought, or at least it seemed larger as it moved towards him, standing over his prone form. It lifted its nose to the air and took a deep breath before turning large golden eyes on Suel's black cock. To Suel's surprise, the wolf leaned its head down and sniffed at his shaft before running its massive pink tongue over the wolvar's exposed length, lapping up the translucent pre that had slickened its surface. A shiver of pleasure ran down Suel's spine. The tongue was warm, wide, and delightfully moist.

The palomino approached next, and like the wolf, he seemed more curious than offended by Suel's interruption. His dark eyes watched as the wolf's tongue lapped again and again over the wolvar's cock. Suel, for his part, tried his best not to cum as the sensation of the wolf's tongue filled him with a burning need for release. He nearly had to grab the base of his cock to stop the sensation spreading up through him, but the wolf stopped just before things became too urgent. Suel thought he could see a teasing smile behind the golden eyes of the wolf.

The tawny colored stallion pounded the ground with a fore hoof and gave a loud snort. Suel looked over to him, and saw that his remarkable length was bobbing furiously, smacking against his stomach. Suel knew that behavior. The stallion was horny, and it wanted some satiation.

The wolf stepped back, and Suel got to his knees. It had been him who had disturbed the horse's earlier rutting, so he did owe the boy some release. The wolvar looked at the black and pink length of flesh and wondered if he could even take the whole thing inside of him. It was really large. The diameter was thick, but it was the length that was most intimidating. It was nearly the length of one of Suel's arms. Still, he had interrupted the other two...

Suel got down on all fours and put his ass up in the air, waving his tail to one side to allow access to his rump. The palomino snorted, and then approached him from behind. He felt it huff into his tail, and then it was on him. The head of its shaft was big, and though Suel wasn't inexperienced at taking it from behind, he wasn't entirely prepared for just HOW large the horse was. He gave a sharp yelp as the horse buried itself inside of his ass, almost knocking him flat in the process.

The horse's cock was leaking copious amounts of precum into Suel, and that helped lubricate the entrance. At first there was a great deal of pain with every inward thrust, but soon the pain was replaced by something else entirely, something wonderful. The massive shaft that slid into him sparked a burning pleasure that ran all through Suel's body, and burned from his rump down into his shaft. Suel had felt that sensation before, but never with such searing intensity.

The palomino's thrusts got faster and harder, and it seemed that his shaft was swelling even more as his excitement grew. Suel's excitement was also growing. His dark cock was freely dripping semen, and it felt as though he might explode at any moment. The horse, however, beat him to it. The stallion whinnied loudly, and Suel felt the penis inside of him flair and convulse as semen sprayed into his rump. The amount of cum was unbelievable. It sprayed deep into him, and almost seemed to make his stomach swell as it went. Suel groaned in pleasure as the horse thrust its hips and finished itself off deep inside of him.

The palomino pulled itself out as the last of its twitching ceased, and semen flowed out of Suel's tail hole as it stepped away from him. The wolvar was still catching his breath, eyes closed, and enjoying the serenity of the moment, when the wolf mounted him roughly from behind. With all of the cum from the Palomino still in him, the wolf slid in easily enough, but he didn't fuck Suel quite as gently as the horse had. The wolf's thrusts were short and fast. His pink cock was nowhere near as long as the other's, but it was just as thick, and with each press Suel could feel the canine's knot pressing against his sopping tail hole. The knot was larger around than the stallion's cock had been. Suel was a little bit afraid of it.

The wolf settled into a deep, pounding rhythm, and Suel's cock began to twitch. Whatever he was doing, the dire-wolf was doing it right. He was hitting Suel in just the right way, much as the Palomino had. A deep tingling started in the wolvar's balls, and burned up the length of his shaft. For a moment the world around him seemed to fade, and all that he could focus on was the sensation filling up his insides.

A huge pressure slammed into Suel's rump, and suddenly his tail hole was being opened wider than it ever had before. The dire-wolf's knot slid in with a moist pop, and even more hot seed shot into the horny little wolvar. Suel's black cock convulsed hard as he came.

His cock throbbed as his own semen spilled from his tip and sprayed into the grass below him in a thick jet. The dire-wolf pressed into him again, affixing his knot securely in Suel's back end, and the wolvar came even more. His cock bobbed and throbbed, spraying thick, white fluid all over the grass. The sensation was so powerful that Suel thought he might pass out entirely. His insides felt so full of cum that his body was heavy, and his head was dreamy and foggy.

He quietly thanked that old log for breaking on him, and making the day one to remember.