A gift from my village (1st variation) {imagining change}
Story by Ramses on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The path running up the hill had been fairly steep, so I was winded by the time I got to the top. Waiting for me, at the top of that steep hill, was a small bench. This was the point of no return, I knew. I paused for a moment, getting my breath back, and I asked myself - go forward, or go back down the hill?
Go forward. Of course. I had to. Yes, I was doing this for my village - if anyone had asked, I would've said, "I'm doing this for my village." But, honestly, I was also doing this for myself.
I took off my clothes, and discovered that my hands were shaking a little. Who wouldn't be nervous? I certainly was. Nervous, but also excited. Anyway, I neatly stacked my shoes and clothes on top of the small bench, and I started walking through the cool grass. There were tall trees reaching up to the cloudless sky, and up ahead I could see a small cabin.
The dog was stretched out on the grass, in front of the cabin. As I approached, he slowly stood up and stared at me. He was beautiful, and he looked like a typical Rottweiler - his fur was black, except for his muzzle and the bottom halves of his legs (which were tan). There were two tan dots on his forehead, one above each eye. There was also a patch of tan on his chest. His wide nose was black, and had large nostrils. His ears were triangle-shaped, and large. Like I said, he seemed like a typical Rottweiler. But then I looked into his eyes, and saw . . . intelligence. Human intelligence? More than human? More than canine, certainly.
Let him see that you're naked. The old man had told me that, but now it seemed like a silly thing to say. Of course I was naked - and of course, the dog could easily see that, without even trying to. I assumed he wasn't blind or anything. The old man had also told me to raise my hands - just a bit - at my sides, to show I wasn't carrying any weapons. That, too, seemed obvious. Clearly, I wasn't holding anything. I wasn't carrying any kind of gift - because I was the gift.
The Rottweiler stared at me for a moment, with his head cocked to the side. Then he walked over and cautiously began to sniff me. First, he sniffed at my hands, then he turned his attention to my crotch. His nose nearly brushed against my pubic hair, and then my penis (which twitched a bit). He looked up at me, and I thought about how I was also doing this for myself.
Yes, yes, the village. I was doing this for the village. The elders of the village had their stories - and their beliefs. The beliefs had been passed down from one generation to the next generation. So it had been for centuries. If, once a year, one person from the village made themselves into a gift for the guardian . . . well, that ensured peace and prosperity for the year to come. If I was really doing this for myself - not for the village - would that somehow ruin this whole thing? On the other hand, every year someone went up the hill, and every year the village flourished. What if the reason why didn't really matter?
I could've driven myself crazy with such thoughts - but, ultimately, none of it mattered. This was something I really wanted to do, and so . . . I was going to do it. If the dog accepted me. After all, he _was _up there, on top of the hill - whether or not he was actually the guardian, or it was just a story - whether or not the gift actually ensured peace and prosperity (maybe the whole thing was just a coincidence) - and I wanted to do this.
The dog, still looking up at me, circled around me three times, as if inspecting me.
His eyes, wow, his eyes were so beautiful - and I felt like they were drawing me in, pulling me towards him.
Then the Rottweiler stopped circling - he moved around to my backside, and had himself a good, long sniff. I could hear the _swish swish _of his tail wagging, so I supposed he liked what he smelled. He kept sniffing, too, for a little while, drawing the scent of me into his nostrils.
When he was done with that, he barked a quiet, gentle woof (in a very deep voice) and came back around to my front. I knelt on the soft grass, reaching out a hand (which had stopped shaking) to stroke the fur on his chest. Slowly, slowly, I moved my hand to his side. I caressed his fur for a bit, then gently, slowly slid my hand down to his stomach, then towards his sheath. As my hand got closer, he leaned forward and licked my face. God, his tongue felt amazing - and his warm breath was so sweet, so clean. A dog's breath can be so overpowering - and not in a good way - but this Rottweiler's breath smelled amazing.
I moved over to his side, still on my knees - and I once again reached out for his sheath. I ran my fingers - oh man, it felt so good, and I couldn't believe it was happening - I ran my fingers over his furry sheath, I gently squeezed it, I cupped his balls. I moved my face in, and began sniffing around. His musk filled my nostrils, and it was intoxicating. I sniffed his plump testicles, his firm, meaty sheath.
Finally, I thought. Finally, I was doing the secret thing I'd wanted to do for years - and I was doing it with this dog. Not just with any dog, but with _this _dog, the mysterious Rottweiler on top of the hill.
The pink tip of his penis started to slide out, I suddenly noticed, and my own dick once again started twitching. I quickly ran a finger over that pink tip. Almost holding my breath (I was nervous - how would the dog react?), I moved in even closer and ran my tongue over it. He reacted by not reacting - he stood perfectly still, as if waiting to see what I'd do. As more of his penis came out, I slid my tongue along his sheath, and then his balls. Taking my time, I kissed each testicle, then held it in my mouth, running my tongue over it. Most of the dog's penis was out now, except for the knot. I wondered if he'd want to move right to the "main event," or if we could do something else first - because I really wanted all of his penis in my mouth.
There was only one way to find out.
I flopped down, on to my left side, and reached up with my right hand. It was a bit awkward, and I didn't have much space between dog stomach and ground, but I was able to grab that wonderful, pulsating penis and guide it toward my mouth. The dog seemed to be enjoying the attention, but he wasn't thrusting or pumping - not yet, anyway. I was getting so turned on by the combination of musk and the taste of his cock, as I began licking the tip, then taking it into my mouth . . . . then slowly, gently I started working my way down the shaft. It was thicker than I expected, and I wasn't sure how much I could fit in my mouth. That was when the Rottweiler pulled back, and started shifting his position. I could see what he was trying to do, so I stretched out on my back, and propped myself up on my elbows. Soon, the dog had me completely underneath him, with two legs on either side of me, and his warm penis right in my face.
Again, I took him in my mouth - and this time, he started thrusting, Pumping. He was soon panting, and thrusting faster, as he filled my mouth. My jaws were soon stretched as far open as they could be. At first, I moved with him, as he pumped, trying my best to slide up and down the shaft, running my tongue everywhere it could go. Eventually, I simply held my head still, and kept my jaws open as his warm, thick meat slammed into the back of my throat. A steady stream of pre cum drizzled out, and I drank it down, hungry for more.
And then . . . he withdrew, quickly sliding out of my mouth . . . he walked backwards a few paces. His canine penis throbbed, pre still coming out. He was panting, tongue lolling out, looking down at me as I lay there on the grass. There was a question in his beautiful eyes, I could tell. I nodded my head, and - growing more nervous but also more turned on - I positioned myself on all fours. I looked back, over my shoulder, as the Rottweiler came up and again sniffed at my backside.
Suddenly, his tongue began licking my hole. I had never experienced something like that before, and it felt so good I almost came right there. My dick was now completely rigid, pulsating. I'd been with men before - well, a few - but none of them had ever put a tongue anywhere near my ass. The dog kept licking. Soon, his tongue was probing deep inside me, and oh god, it felt . . . almost too good. You know? The pleasure was so intense, I thought I might explode.
And then his long tongue slid out, and he mounted me.
With his front paws on my lower back, he thrust forward - slowly - and his dick pressed against my hole. I briefly wondered if I might have to use a hand to guide him in - but, no, he had no problem finding his way. The tip of his meaty dog dick was soon inside me, and I gasped from the pleasure. There wasn't much pain, but I knew there'd most likely be some later on. Keeping his paws where they were, he slowly penetrated me, taking his time, going slow, his warm penis sliding in, inch by inch, until nearly all of it was in. It hurt a little, and my hole was certainly stretched open further than it had ever been - but the feeling of his thick, canine member inside me was turning me on more than I'd ever been turned on. My entire body was pulsing, not just my penis. I was light-headed, and all my nerves tingled. After a pause, the dog started humping, thrusting, sliding his dick in and out as he began to fuck me - slowly at first, taking his time.
Eventually, his paws moved over to my sides, as he began to thrust faster - and then faster, as he started speeding up, and pretty soon his paws were holding my sides in an incredibly strong grip, his nails almost penetrating my skin. He sped up even more, starting to really, intently, fuck my ass.
I felt his muzzle on my back. His tongue licked me, his wide nose inhaled my aromas. His body heat poured into me. His fur was incredibly warm, but it was more than that - his entire body, every individual part of it, seemed to radiate heat. Everything about getting fucked by this dog was turning me on - the feel of his fur, the sound (and smell) of his breath, the drops of saliva coming down on me, the thrusting and pumping of his hips as the fucking got faster and faster and his dick slid in and out of me. Even the weight of him turned me on - god, yes, the weight of him, the way it felt to have him on top of me as I knelt there on the grass - as I supported the weight of him, with his thick Rottweiler chest, and his thick neck, and his strong legs.
For a moment, I think I hallucinated, or something. I don't know. With his thick dog dick inside me, there was so much pleasure, as he fucked me. Sure, the pain was growing, too - but not anywhere near as much as the pleasure was growing. All of the raw sensations of having him on top of, and inside of, me were so powerful - and so good_. _Maybe the pleasure was so great, it made me see things?
Because - for a moment - just for a moment - I thought I saw myself changing. I didn't fee_l like I was changing, but I saw things. I saw my hands turning into paws. I saw black fur growing on my arms. Looking down, I saw more fur on my stomach, my legs - and I saw my dick - damn, there was a sheathe growing around my dick, which was turning red. Briefly, I wondered - if I had a mirror, would I see a muzzle? A wide Rottweiler nose, large nostrils? I imagined myself with those triangle-shaped ears. I imagined the two of us, dogs together, living in a pack - a pack of two, just two. In only a split second, I pictured an entire life - the two of us, living on top of that hill, in that cabin (why _couldn't dogs live indoors, at least on some days) - I pictured us, two dogs, living and hunting together, laying down on the sun-warmed grass together, eating and sleeping and playing together.
And then I blinked, and shook my head, and the hallucination was over. I looked down, and there were my hands, my normal, human, hands. There were my arms (with not very much hair - human hair - on them). There was my normal - human - dick, fully erect and quivering.
I was very close to having an orgasm, when I felt his knot pushing at my hole. For a second, my brain decided I should reach back and grab the knot, keep it from going in. I was worried. Could I handle it? My body, however, had the better idea - as the Rottweiler thrust in, I thrust my ass back, and his swollen knot rudely forced its way inside of me. The pain was intense, incredible, and it almost knocked me over. And yet, something about it felt good - having the knot inside me, filling me up more than I'd ever been filled. I suddenly felt connected to this dog - and, sure, we were now literally tied together - I know - but that feeling of completeness, of wholeness, of being one with the dog . . . of having that kind of connection . . . that feeling was even more overwhelming than the pain of his knot stretching open my hole. And, then - was that? - were those? - Yes. Those were his balls, bumping my butt. Damn. That was hot.
With a loud cry, I came - my spunk shot out, like bullets, my entire body stiffened, my eyes rolled back in my head. All of my nerves were singing.
And then he came. His paws moved up, to my shoulders, where they dug in. His thick body was tight against me, his stomach firmly pressed into my back - we couldn't possibly have gotten closer together, but it felt like he was trying to - it felt like he was trying to pull me in, closer, using his front paws, while at the same time trying to get more of himself into me. His teeth gripped my neck, but didn't break the skin (well, not much, anyway). His balls pressed again my ass. His hot semen shot out, into me, filling me up - it sprayed and sprayed, for a long time, and as his orgasm went on, he continued to hold me tight. The feel of him at that moment - his weight, his fur, his heat, his teeth and tongue on my neck, his paws gripping me, his furry body pressed tight up against me - almost made me come again.
And then he collapsed, sagged forward, as his orgasm ended. I didn't think he could possibly get more entwined with my body, but he did. His warm dog dick was still in me. Panting, he lifted his head from my neck, so that his tongue could hang loose. Neither of us in any kind of hurry, we waited for his knot to return to normal size. It took a long while, which was fine with me. When the knot eventually slid free, he slowly pulled out, and the two of us flopped down to the ground, spent but happy. After a while, the dog cleaned both of us, using his tongue to mop up the sweat, pre, semen, and saliva. After that, I curled up on the ground next to him - just for a little while, I told myself.
I knew that before long, I'd have to make my way back to my clothes, and the path going down the hill, and the village. But all of that could wait.