{"sf1_id":889347,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Chapter 1","author":"Damaged Alpha","words":1539,"posted_at":"2015-07-22T01:17:00.000Z","tags":["Masturbation","Obsession","Story Progression","pissing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/889347-chapter-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/889347","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=889347\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The\nWolf's PreyChapter\n1Apologies for using first person this\ntime, it flowed a lot easier than third. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed,\nand feel free to criticize if you did not. Hoping the second installment doesn't\ntake nearly as long as the first. Being tall isn't all it's cracked\nup to be. As a wolf, I should be glad that I stand at 6'4. I should be happy\nthat it was easy for me to put on my muscles and that it's still easy to\nmaintain them. With a body like mine, covered in midnight black fur, I've got a\nbody worthy of recognition by a roman or greek soldier. My claws were all\nblack, except for the middle digits. Those were white and I painted them to\nmatch.It was days like this that made me\nhate being so tall. Being tall makes it hard to be invisible in a class full of\nshorter furs and being black makes it even harder not to stand out against any\none of the four black walls. I had my hood over my ears and my hands in my\njacket pockets. I figured the white would normalize me a little. The dragon at the front of the\nclass hadn't called my name yet, and for that I was thankful. I hated to be\ncalled on in class to say the answer to a question I didn't know. I paid\nattention and passed all my tests, sure, but I was never asked a question about\nsomething I knew. I was either day dreaming or not paying attention or I'd\nfallen asleep. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I\nquickly whipped it out beside my leg, thinking I'd gotten a message from\nsomeone. It was just a game request. I flicked it away and stuffed my device\nback home. I was thinking about going to sleep when my ears caught the click of\nthe door handle twisting open. I couldn't help but glance and I met the eyes of\na tiger briefly. He didn't pay me any attention, like I had finally achieved my\ninvisibility, and that made my chest feel tight. Truth be told, I didn't even know\nwho he was. But that small glance was all it took for me to know I wanted to\nmake him mine. That I would make him mine. My heartbeat was throbbing in my\nears and I lowered my head against my desk, watching as he filed into the row\nof seats ahead of me. His rump nearly brushed my face as he shuffled past and\nmy nose caught his masculine scent. It was light because he showered and was\nmostly hidden underneath a fog of melon-scented spray, but my nose was\nsensitive enough to pick through and grab onto his scent. My shorts tented. Just a little.\nThe tip of my wolfhood pushed against my zipper until it was uncomfortably\ntight and I had to squeeze down to my toes to try to keep everything under\ncontrol. The last thing I needed was to get called to the front of the class\nwith a hard on. Again. Last time I'd managed to sneak a paw under my jacket and\nflick it up to hide it, but I'd still felt like I was naked in front of\neveryone else. I knew those I walked past had to have smelled it. By now I could just see the back of\nhis head. I knew who he was, sort of. I knew his name was John and that he'd asserted\na few times that he was a Malayan tiger and not a Bengal or\nSumatran tiger. I wasn't sure of the difference. He just looked like a\ntiger to me. Orange. White. Black stripes. He had white on his ears and his\ntail was lazily pooled underneath his chair like a rope so it wouldn't get\nstepped on by anyone going to take a piss. It was that thought that made me\nrealize my bone wasn't going away because I had to piss, too. The teacher wasn't\nthe hard ass he looked like, so it was nothing for a student to wave his hand\nand head to the door to go to the bathroom. When the door closed behind me I\nlet out a sigh of relief and tugged my phone free again, tapping at the icon\nwith the bird on it. The halls were nice when they were empty; white with a\nblue stripe at waist height and red below that. The tiles on the floor were\nwhite with gross-looking spackles. Those spackles turned to lines in my\nperiphery as I flicked through posts, but nothing jumped out at me. The smell\nof piss let me know I was in the bathroom. I chose the second of three urinals\nout of habit. I liked to sneak glances and there was no partition between. I was careful with the zipper and I\ndidn't have to tug my sheath down before relaxing my internal muscles and\nreleasing my thick stream. My fingers flicked to my phone again as I heard\nsomeone else enter. The tiger. He didn't pay much attention to me as he took\nposition and unzipped. I kept my eyes downcast and carefully opened my camera\napp, angling the lens toward his crotch. As soon as I saw his fingers pull his\ncock out I tapped the shutter button as many times as I could before his stream\nspattered the porcelain. A second later and my phone was in my pocket again and\nits weight was like a brick. I flicked the last drops from my\nred flesh and tugged my sheath up over it before zipping and turning to leave.\nIf that tiger had canine ears he'd be able to hear how hard my chest was\npounding. It felt like a drum. When I peeked at the photos I'd taken I was\nsurprised. The tiger had a foreskin instead of a sheath and his glans stood out\nnicely against his orange fingers while he held that skin back. I was quick to\ndelete the third photo that showed his slit spread open around a flood of\nurine. The class felt warmer than when I'd\nleft and I kept my nose in my notes to keep myself from thinking about what I'd\ndone. The class couldn't have ended more quickly. I didn't regard the door as\nhe entered this time, instead I just kept writing what the teacher said. He\ncould have caught me, easily. He could have told the teacher or, worse, taken a\nswing at me. I managed to make it home without\npopping another boner, and I really should have been proud of myself for that.\nI went straight to my room, locked the door, and dropped my pants. My hand was\non my cock before my butt was on my bed. It didn't take many strokes for my\ntoes to curl. A gentle pull on my knot was all it took for warmth to splatter\nagainst my belly and I was so exhausted from the rest of the day that I fell\nalmost immediately into sleep. The world transitioned into a sea\nof orange and black. Warmth and masculine odors intertwined as I pushed my face\ninto a tiger's chest. I held him close and he held me closer, possessively, and\ngrowled into my ear. I could smell him, the same scent as before. Happiness\nflooded my body like electricity and my lips felt stretched so wide they almost\nhurt.  I don't remember the last time I\nfelt that happy. For as long as I can remember I've carried a numbness with me.\nI felt even more numb when I woke, fingers curled around my sheath. Thoughts of\nJohn and the tiger from my dreams replayed and I checked the pictures I'd taken\nearlier. The second of three was fuzzy and the third I'd deleted earlier had\nbeen of him pissing. The one clear shot I had showed half of a big, wet cock\nhead covered with a thick foreskin. It made my muzzle water. I'd sucked a dick\nbefore, sure, but I'd never had one in my mouth that looked like that. It was\nexotic, almost. It made me want him more. I felt lonely, laying in my bed\nwithout him next to me. I knew I wanted somebody else for a while, but now I\nknew exactly who I wanted to fill my void. Who it had to be. There was simply\nno other option. I racked my brain for a while,\nthinking about the best way to approach John. He was always hanging out with a\nfox named Kyle. That could be my way to him. I'd write him a note tonight and\nhave Kyle pass it to John tomorrow. I didn't even know if the tiger was gay,\nbut I'd heard rumors he kissed another guy at a party last year. I lifted my\npaw to my nose and took a breath of my strong musky scent, imaging for a moment\nit was the tiger who'd jerked off on my belly and not myself. And in the back\nof my mind, I thought of what my letter might say. "}