Festival Of The Moon.
**Hi my fellow furs! I hope you're all doing fantastic! This is my first ever piece of written work. I started writing this more for personal fulfilment than anything, but the more I wrote the more I got involved in the characters, and in the end I think it turned it pretty good. This is a pretty long read, and although there's some kinky smut (you filthy lot!) The first 2/3 of the story is focused more on character development.
If you like it let me know! I'd love to write more about Ketupa, and what happened to him. Also as I said, this is my first piece of writing ever ever ever! So any feedback, be it positive or negative, it greatly appreciated! Thanks so very much and enjoy!**
FESTIVAL OF THE MOON
The young wolf sighed. Tomorrow was the "Alneori Lunarii" or "Festival Of The Moon" as it was known in common tongue. Every full moon the Reenlari tribe celebrated this event with a night full of festive cheers, dancing and a magnificent feast. Although there once was reason for this celebration, such knowledge had been forgotten over the years. For most, this night was awaited eagerly, but for Ketupa it was a night of awkward conversations and an aching muzzle from the hours of faking a smile. Ketupa had never been the most sociable of wolfs, in his spare time he would seek out his own company, exploring the rolling green hills and small caves that lay scattered across the land. Usually this went unnoticed, but tomorrow he would have to endure the presence of others, as questions would be asked if he were not present at the festival.
Ketupa himself was an interesting wolf, only 17 seasons old; he had not had time to find his place in the tribe. He stood at around 6 feet tall, a little short for a Reenlari but he had not yet finished growing, his ears were large and pointed and in his entirety he was considered very handsome. Perhaps the most exquisite thing about Ketupa though, was his strange coat. Most Reenlari had fur that was icy white, sticking out like small patches of snow scattered along the splendid green hills of their land. Ketupa's coat however, was a very dull orange, almost brown; the only white on his body was a small patch on the end of his tail. He had often wondered why he looked different to the others, usually after being teased by friends about it, and although he knew they only jested, he couldn't help but feel he wasn't considered a true Reenlari because of it.
As the night grew older, the wind began to nip at his ears, and he decided it was probably best to head back to his village, after all, he had a long night ahead of him the following day. Lifting himself to his feet, he turned to head home. He stopped. His ears perked. His nose sampled the air. An unfamiliar scent had just drifted his way as the wind changed direction. Deadly still he listened, struggling to hear anything over the strong wind rustling through the trees. Thinking it was definitely time to go, he turned, went down on all fours, and started to head back. Making one last attempt to suss out what the smell was, he glanced over his shoulder, and he could of swore he saw a large silver tail disappear out of sight...
Ketupa awoke the following morning, the scent from the night before still at the forefront of his thoughts. He could already hear the noise from outside, preparations for the festival had begun. He trotted over to drink from the bowl of water beside his sleeping quarters. Many Reenlari had adopted more "civilised" methods of eating and drinking, preferring to sit on small stools around wooden tables, Ketupa however found this most uncomfortable, and was more than happy to adopt the methods that his ancestors had used, much to the displeasure of his peers.
"Ketupa?"
He looked up, it was Renia, another young wolf from the tribe. She and Ketupa had been close friends since they were pups. He had picked up from her scent on more than one occasion, that she had perhaps wanted their friendship to evolve into something more, and although she was very attractive, and much sought after by other males, he had never felt that way about her.
"I'm going to collect some firewood for the bonfire tonight, care to join me"
He looked her up and down, considered the alternative of arranging decorations throughout the village and smiled softly
"I'd like that"
"Ren? Where are we going? I don't think this is the right way"
She stopped, her blue tinted white fur dancing in the wind.
"Oh..Ive uh... I know a better place" She said, "It's not too far from here and the firewood there is just perfect for bonfires".
Ketupa analysed her face, he knew she was hiding something. Curiosity taking over, he followed behind her, without further questioning.
Although he had ventured out into woods alone more times than he wished to count, he had never been quite so far out. He looked around, the trees were different here, they stood taller and closer together than the ones back home. They had been walking for well over an hour now.
"I hope you you're willing to carry the logs on your back Ren" He sniggered "There is no way I'm carrying them all the way ba...Ren?"
He looked around, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Ren?! Where are you?"
Looking around he noticed a small opening in the bushes ahead. As he drew closer to them his ears picked up the sound of running water. He crept up to the opening and peered through. It was a small lake, sitting below a large cliff, from where a waterfall fell, disturbing the calm peaceful water below.
"Whoa!"
He had never seen anything like it! A thick wall of tree's and shrubs created a wall which completely secluded the lake from all eyes. Cautiously he walked up to the waters edge, Reenlari were not known for their proficient swimming skills, and the lake, although looking deliciously refreshing under the heat of the full day, did indeed look deep enough to drown in. He peered over the edge of the lake, the water, shimmering like a liquid mirror, cast his reflection back up to his eyes. He smiled, and lowered if head to take a drink from the lake.
Then he heard it, *crack* like a twig had snapped under the pressure of a paw not but a few meters away, and before he even had the chance to look up, he was thrown into the lake. Legs kicking out frantically, trying to keep his head above the waters surface, he looked up, gasping for air, and tried to catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. Catching her eye, he howled for help as she looked on laughing, before deciding that the young male could probably use a hand, and she dived into the lake with surprising agility, wrapped her muzzle gently around the back up his neck and pulled him out.
"Ren! What...why...Ren!"
She looked at him, let out a quiet murr, and pounced on him. Her paws pushed into his chest, pinning him to the ground. Not knowing what had gotten into her, Ketupa rolled over switching their positions, and held her down.
"Oh, so you prefer it this way then" She growled softly.
"Huh? What... no!"
He jumped back and withdrew his grip from her shoulders.
"What's the matter Ketu?"
The young male looked puzzlingly at his friend, his fur soaked and dripping, and even though it was comfortably warm out, the gentle wind made him feel much colder.
"Ketu?" She said "What's wrong? You can tell me, you know you can tell me anything"
Although this was true, Ketupa could not tell her, because honestly, he wasn't sure himself.
"I...I don't know. I just... I thought we were friends, just friends"
"We are friends Ketu! I just thought maybe since we are getting older, it might be time to... you know, start thinking about the future"
"The... the future" He said, a puzzled look across his muzzle.
"Yes! The future! Really Ketupa do I have to spell e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g out for you"
He looked at her, he was certain he knew exactly what she was talking about.
She stared into his eyes, making him feel very self conscious.
"Ketu" She whispered gently "I love you, we've grown up together, spent our entire lives together. If there is one wolf I want to father my cubs, it's you"
Although he already knew the feelings she had for him, hearing it out loud was a different matter completely. His muzzle was glued shut. A desperate whimper escaped his lips.
"Ren, I... but I just don't..."
The look in her eyes told him he didn't have to say anything more. She smiled at him.
"Every time I think I understand you, you do something like this. I'll tell you something Ketupa" she smirked "Even if it's not me, I feel sorry for girl you end up with"
"Yea..." he laughed nervously.
On the way home he couldn't even look at his friend. Feeling that he had let her down, he was more than glad when they arrived back at the village and he was able to excuse himself, and leave the awkwardness behind. He glanced up at the sky, it would be but a few more hours now before the festival started. He let out a long drawn out sigh.
It was compulsory for all Reenlari to wear their celebratory garments for the festival. Although not uncomfortable, they were very time consuming to assemble. Leather straps of different colours had to be bound to the chest, legs, waist, arms, wrists and ankles. Necklaces of precious stone hung around the neck. Earrings lined their long ears. If that wasn't enough, the sacred markings of the festival had to be painted all over the Reenlari's body. Usually these markings were painted on by another and the gesture reciprocated, however it was usually Renia that painted Ketupa and he hadn't spoken to her since they got back. Deciding that he might as well do the best he can under the current circumstances he set about painting himself, and if he was honest to himself, he didn't look half bad.
Belly starting to grumble as the delicious scent of fresh meat wound its way through the village, Ketupa left his hut, and headed over to the bonfire. A large pack of wolfs, of all ages were gathered round the roaring fire, awing in delight, as it shot large glowing sparks far into the night sky. He couldn't help but smile at the beauty of it. The village itself had changed, taking on a silverish glow from the full moon that sat above it.
Catching his eye as he admired the beauty before him, Renia walked into his line of sight. She looked very pretty indeed. As well as the traditional garments, and her exquisitely done body art, she had pleated her tail in the most unusual way Ketupa had ever seen, and she glowed amongst the crowd brighter than the moon shinning in the night sky. Yet for all her beauty, for all the males that stared at her with a longing in their eyes, Ketupa merely appreciated her beauty as it was, and thought nothing more of it.
"Oi! Ketu! Over here! Ketu!"
Ketupa looked up, It was another one of his friends, Servin. A little older than himself and at least a head taller, Ketupa smiled at him, and sat down beside the wolf.
"Hi Servin, enjoying the festival?"
"Are you kidding me! Look at all the females! Look at Renia!"
Ketupa looked up.
"Yea...she looks beautiful"
"Beautiful!" Servin scoffed "That's putting it lightly, lets just say I wouldn't hesitate to moun..."
Ketupa shot Servin a look, and he abruptly shut his muzzle. Of all the males he knew, Servin had always been the most outspoken when it came to the females of the tribe.
"Don't worry Ketu, I am well aware of her...intentions for you" Winking at his friend.
Again Ketupa laughed nervously.
Servin's nose twitched as he sniffed the air.
"Ah! That smells good. Care to join me for a bite?"
Ketupa shook his head.
"No thank, I've already eaten"
"Suit yourself!" Servin smiled, he patted his young friend on the back with his paw and headed back towards the crowd.
An hour later, Ketupa sat in the same spot he had met his friend earlier. He was growing tired of the noise, growing tired of every male drooling over the females that walked past, usually making a fool of themselves due to the copious amount of herbs they had sniffed. Although there were a few older wolfs that used the herbs season round, most of the village only partook in the activity during special occasions. He himself had tried them last year during the festival to try and ease his boredom, unfortunately all they had left him with was a nauseating dizziness. Deciding enough was enough; the young wolf stood up and headed towards the edge of the village. It was sufficiently late on, he was sure no one would notice his absence.
As he trekked through a nearby field, heading towards his favourite spot, he looked over his shoulder and watched the blazing light of the bonfire die down, before being engulfed completely by the darkness of the night. Reaching the end of the field he hopped over a small stream and carried on his way. The air was warm tonight. Only a gentle breeze over his face prevented it becoming uncomfortable, and as he headed onwards he felt himself sweating under the garments that denied the cool air access to the rest of his body.
Upon arriving at the secluded spot which marked his destination, he slumped down against a tree to catch his breath. His mind wandered for a while, before settling on Renia. Why was it that the other males worshiped her very presence, yet when he thought of her, all that came to mind was a dear friend? Lingering on the subject, he realised that even though he had reached adult hood, he had never shown interest in the female form, yet his friends, such as Servin, who was only months older than him, hadn't shut up about that very thing since Ketupa could care to remember...
Startling himself, the young wolf shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside. He gazed up at the dark sky. Enjoying the silence he let himself drift off. In his dreams he was just as he was in the real world, lying against the same very tree, there was only one noticeable difference. That unfamiliar scent he had picked up on the night before was pungent in the air. He looked around, only to catch a glimpse of that familiar large silver tail disappearing behind a nearby tree. Wasting no time, he jumped up and went to investigate. He stopped just short of the tree, slowly peering around the large trunk... There was nothing there. How odd he thought to himself, he could have sworn he'd seen it. Peering round a few more trees, he gave up, he must have imagined it after all.
"Hello"
Ketupa awoke. Eyesight still blurry, he looked around. All he could make out were the fuzzy outlines of trees. Had he drea...
"Hello"
He jumped to his feet, frantically trying to identify the source of the sound.
"Hello?" His voice shook, "Who's there?"
Then as his eyes began to focus, the outline of another wolf became visible.
"I am Aevar"
As his vision returned completely he could see that this creature was not a wolf. Standing a mere few inches shorter than Ketupa, his fur was silver, almost sparkling against the black sky. His muzzle was thinner and more pronounced than he'd seen on any wolf, his tail was longer and his ears, although not as long as Ketupa's, were wider and far more rounded than his own. Not sure what this creature wanted, and whether he posed a threat, Ketupa could feel his muzzle tighten as he bared his sharp teeth and if need be, he was ready at a moments notice to fight.
"Please friend, I mean you no harm" Spoke the creature.
"What do you want?" Ketupa barked sharply.
"I am sorry to of disturbed you my friend, I had no intentions to alarm you"
Ketupa felt his muzzle relax, something in this creatures voice told him that it meant no harm.
"You didn't alarm...well, it's just...I was just...a little surprised" He could feel his cheeks blush, for once he was thankful for his oddly coloured fur.
"What...who are you?" he asked the silver stranger.
After eyeing him up and down a couple of times, the creature spoke.
"I am Aevar, one of the silver fox"
"I have never heard of a silver fox..." Ketupa squinted at the so called fox. He may be young, but if such a creature existed, why had he not heard of it so.
"We are not native to this area; we come from lands far to the north"
Trying not to sound rude, Ketupa choose his tone carefully.
"Then what might I ask, are you doing here?
The fox sighed.
"I was banished from my tribe many moons ago"
Ketupa could sense the sadness in his voice.
"Banished? For what?"
The fox glanced around awkwardly, and it was clear to Ketupa, that whatever the reason was, it took great difficulty to talk about.
"Never mind, it is not my business to know fox" and he smiled gently at the stranger.
For many more hours the two talked. It turns out Aevar had led an exciting life indeed. He amazed Ketupa with stories of thrilling hunts, and huge battles that had occurred between his people and neighbouring tribes. Ketupa couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason he had left his tribe, if it was the constant fighting that had drove him away. He also couldn't help but notice how young the fox looked.
"Our kind are encouraged to grow up fast" explained Aevar.
When the fox announced to him that he was only 17 seasons old himself, the same age as Ketupa, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of the dull, mundane 17 seasons he himself had spent on this land.
By now the sun had started to rise again from behind the mountains, and Ketupa realised he'd been away from his village all night, and although he wished he could spend more time with Aevar, the lack of sleep and food, brought him to his senses.
"I think it's time I head back to my village now..."
The fox's enthusiastic face dropped.
"Oh, I guess you should. They will be wondering where you are I suppose"
Ketupa snorted
"Are we talking about the same village"
Aevar laughed softly. He gazed into Ketupa's eyes, and as he looked back, Ketupa couldn't help but notice a strange feeling of warmth inside his belly.
"I'm glad I met you Aevar" he said softly.
"And I you my friend" The fox looked as though he was questioning something in his mind.
Ketupa got to his feet, waved farewell, and turned to leave.
"Ketupa?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to meet again tomorrow night? I don't know many around this area, and it's nice to have some company"
The wolf could see that the fox was blushing under his magnificent silver coat.
"Yea...yea I'd like that"
Throughout the day Ketupa found it difficult to fix his thoughts on anything but the fox. He found himself experience that same exciting feeling of warmth bubbling in his stomach whenever the vulpine crossed his mind. He had been planning to take quick nap during the day to make up for the lost sleep the night before, however getting to sleep seemed to prove impossible as he tossed excitedly on his sheepskin rug. He couldn't help glancing up at the sun every few minutes, waiting for the moment it began to fade away behind the mountains and he could set off. Never had the daylight persisted for so long, and when the fiery orb in the sky finally gave up and began to descend Ketupa was itching to leave. He quickly made his way out of the village, down an all fours, he sprinted though the fields and over the stream. He stopped suddenly. He had caught his reflection in the still water, he had forgotten to wash, and the festival paintings from the night before still lay upon his fur, only now they were smudged from tossing around whilst trying to sleep. They had matted his fur and he looked very shabby indeed. Luckily he knew that the river ran into a small pool not more than a few hundred yards away. He headed down to the pool, the water looked like thick black oil as it reflected the starless sky. Knowing its depth caused no danger he waded through the water and proceeded to wash the paint off his fur. Once he was satisfied, he clawed himself out of the pool, his fur heavy from the water. He hadn't realised just how cold it would be, and with no sun to provide any warmth the wolf found himself shaking uncontrollably as he approached his destination.
"Ketupa?"
He looked up, it was Aevar. Still shivering he greeted the fox.
"H-h-h-hi!"
The fox tried to conceal a laugh, but failed miserably.
"Why are you so wet?"
Not wanting to admit the truth but unable to come up with a good enough excuse, he looked at the fox, still shivering uncontrollably.
"I-I-I-like to g-go for a swim at n-n-night some-t-times"
"You are a little strange aren't you?" Aevar laughed.
"Well you can't stay outside in the cold in that condition, you'll freeze yourself to death"
Ketupa gasped
"No! I'm ok, I don't need to go back, I'll dry off!"
The fox laughed again.
"I wasn't suggesting you go home my friend, but perhaps we should go somewhere indoors, and I think I know just the place"
The fox beckoned Ketupa to follow him. Finding it difficult to look where he was going and not at Aevar he tripped over a tree root, landed face first in the dirt, before letting out a whimper of pain. The fox burst out laughing again.
"My friend, would it be correct to say you are a little clumsy"
Slightly annoyed at Aevar's lack of concern, and more embarrassed than he had ever been, all Ketupa could do was laugh along side his companion and blame his antics on lack of sleep.
"Here we are" the fox stopped.
Ketupa ears perked. He could hear the familiar sound of fast running water, and it took him a while to realise where he was.
"It's not too bad is it?" Aevar asked.
"It's incredible" barked the wolf.
Where as before he had only seen the cliff that housed the waterfall from the ground, he was now standing at the top of the cliff, watching the falling water dance and twirl as it fell into the dark lake below.
"My home, if you could call it that, is just over here"
Ketupa followed the fox. There stood a large dome like hut; it looked as though it had been put together with sticks and vines, yet for all its simplistic characteristics, it had a certain welcoming aura about it.
"Come in please" spoke the fox.
Inside it was far more spacious than the outside led to believe. This may have been due to the fact that it was all one room. Rugs of different furs scattered the floor and as Ketupa stepped through the door he felt the change in temperature almost instantly.
"How do you keep it so warm in here?"
"How? I have no idea my friend, I was shown this as a pup, I believe is has something to do with the shape of the walls, but do not quote me on that"
Ketupa smiled at the fox before letting out an involuntary shiver.
"How rude of me, here, dry yourself off"
Ketupa caught the cloth in his paws and began to dry his fur.
"You might find you'd have more success if you removed those garments my friend"
The wolf felt the skin under his fur blush. Nodding he started to remove the leather garments that covered most of his fur. However when it came to removing the straps that covered his chest and waist, he found he had difficulty, his paws still numb from the cold, he struggled to undo the clasps.
"Would you like some assistance friend?
Ketupa looked at the fox, there was something in his eyes, something he couldn't figure out.
"Please"
Aevar walk round behind the wolf, and began to undo the straps that covered his chest. That same feeling of excitement, anxiety and a burning warmth spread through the wolfs body. Then he felt it, his eyes opened wide, he could feel his malehood stirring between his legs, he suddenly became very aware of the fox's scent, his musky aroma filled the room.
As the last of the leather straps that covered his chest fell to the floor, the wolf let out a soft murr.
"Excuse me?"
His face burned with embarrassment.
"Did you say something Ketupa?" The fox said, his muzzle a mere inch from the wolf's ear.
"No, No I didn't"
With that the fox started to undo the leather strap than concealed the wolfs excited malehood.
"Wait!"
Aevar stopped. A curious look strewn across his face.
"Ah, so you did say something"
Ketupa was frozen in panic, he did not know how it was for Aevar's tribe, but for his, such things were looked upon with disgust. He turned to face the fox, trying to get across his feelings without the use of words.
"I never did tell you why I was banished from my tribe did I"
The wolf shook his head. Aevar smiled at him, and slowly pressed his lips against the wolfs muzzle. For a moment Ketupa stood perfectly still, not denying and not encouraging the kiss. Thoughts rushed through his mind, and finally he understood why the fox might of been banished from his home. Letting out a quiet murr Ketupa pulled the fox tight against his body, against his warmth. His malehood desperate to be freed from the leather garment that constrained it. He could feel the fox's hot tongue in his muzzle, the feeling of which was completely alien to him. As he held the fox tight against him, he could feel Aevar's own male hood pulse gently against his leg. The fox stepped back, breaking the kiss between them. Ketupa scanned the fox's body, his malehood was peaking out the top of his silver sheath. A jolt of excitement shot through the wolfs body, he felt his own male hood pulse underneath the leather garment, throbbing, begging to be set free.
Aevar sensed how the wolf was feeling.
"Shall I?"
Ketupa nodded, turning his rump to face the fox. He felt the fox's paws caress around his tail, his malehood throbbed even harder against the leather garment, and with a sudden splendid moment of relief it was free to express exactly how he felt.
"I can see we share a common interest" Aevar whispered gently, looking down at the wolfs sheath, hardly able to contain the thick shaft that had emerged from it. The fox reached out and gently grabbed Ketupa's malehood. The wolf let out a quiet whimper of pleasure as he felt the touch of another on his most intimate parts. Never before had he felt such pleasure as the fox fondled his fully hard, throbbing shaft. Questions of right and wrong were thrown out the window, and although he knew what he was doing was looked at as treachery, he wanted more.
Slowly Aevar started to trace his tongue down the wolf, down past his belly, leaving a slightly matted trail along the wolfs body before stopping at the generous example of Reenlari malehood that stood before his eyes.
Ketupa let out a long wanting murr as he felt the fox's tongue lap up and around his hard shaft. Every muscle in his body tensed as he found himself being dragged into sheer ecstasy. His legs twitched as he struggled to stay on his feet with the pleasure that had engulfed him. He moaned louder as Aevar began to suckle on his malehood, watching it disappear completely, and as he felt his flesh being pressed against the warm wet roof of Aevar's muzzle, his body shook as a large spurt of pre was shot against the back of the fox's mouth. Aevar's ears flattened, looking up at the wolf with longing eyes, as he let out a pleasurable murr. Rising to his feet, the fox embraced Ketupa in a gentle kiss. Tasting himself on the fox's tongue, his shaft throbbed harder, he wanted, needed to taste Aevar.
Looking down towards Aevar's midriff, he could see the fox's ebon length had emerged fully from its silver sheath, the tip, shiny from the fox's pre called to him with its seductive scent. He wasted no time. Dropping to his knees, he could smell the tantalising aroma of the throbbing shaft that waited patiently for his muzzle. Ketupa drew his tongue along its entire length, the taste and texture of it sent shivers through his entire body. He opened his muzzle and engulfed the wolf's flesh, underestimating its size, he struggled not to gag. The fox moaned loudly as his malehood was treated with such special attention. As he lapped at the throbbing ebon shaft, Ketupa could taste the gentle stream of pre that leaked out the tip, not wanting to waste a drop, he forced his muzzle to take more of the fox. He could feel the fox thrusting his hips gently, each thrust pushing his shaft against the back of Ketupa's throat, each thrust resulting in a quiet whimper of pleasure from Ketupa's stuffed muzzle.
Just as he was getting into his stride, the fox pulled his malehood free of Ketupa's muzzle. The wolf looked up at him, pleading in his eyes.
"Why?"
Aevar smiled down at his lupine friend, the fur around his muzzle was soaked and matted. He pushed Ketupa against the ground with his paws, positioning himself on top of the wolf. Ketupa could feel the fox's throbbing shaft grinding against his belly. He murred hungrily as he felt the fox's flesh unleash a large stream of pre all over his chest. Losing himself in the moment, he barely realized his own pre covered shaft, resting against the fox's now lubricated tailhole.
"I...I am ...mrrrf, sorry" he stammered.
The fox smiled mischievously, and winked at Ketupa.
"I... mrrrf am not"
Aevar reached down and grabbed the wolfs slippery malehood, another spurt of pre shot over the fox's paws, as he adjusted himself on top of Ketupa. The wolf lay panting on the floor, eyes wide open, as he felt his pulsing shaft push up against Aevar's tight tailhole. The fox began to grind his hips down and against Ketupa's slickened flesh, the wolf could feel the tight ring of muscle pulsate rhythmically with the fox's movements, and his shaft pushed harder and harder against the resistance, begging to be let in. Writhing in pleasure, a feeling of need rose up Ketupa, as the fox pushed himself down. Ketupa was not prepared for the moment he felt his throbbing shaft slowly slide inside the fox, his pre slickening the fox's entrance, the feel of that tight ring giving way as the fox forced the wolf's malehood deeper inside. Ketupa could feel his entire length being enveloped in a tight, snug warmth as the fox let out a howl of pleasure.
Panting heavily, dizzy from the sensational pleasure he now felt, Ketupa groaned loudly as the fox pushed down harder onto his length, he could feel himself leaking inside Aevar's tailhole, slickening it with his pre. As the fox started to grind his hips against Ketupa's shaft, the wolf had to bite his tongue to stop from howling. His legs trembling, as the fox worked his way back and forward, pulling himself slightly off Ketupa's throbbing malehood and sinking himself back down, plunging the wolfs length deep inside him. Unable to constrain himself Ketupa's urges took on a mind of their own. The wolf withdraw himself almost entirely, before slamming himself deep inside the fox resulting in a howl of mesmerizing lust from his muzzle. Again he withdraw, before plunging his hard shaft back into the fox's tight tailhole. His hips settled into a rhythm, he could feel Aevar clench tightly around his length. Looking up at the panting fox, whose fur was soaked with sweat, he scanned his eyes down Aevar's body, noticing the considerably large knot that was forming just below his thick ebon shaft. Seeing this his own knot started to swell, pounding against the fox's tight opening, harder and harder, all thoughts had drained from his mind, he was a feral beast, and he had his mind focused on one thing.
"Take me!" Cried Aevar, the fox letting out a needful whimper. Ketupa didn't have to be told twice. He thrust his hips harder, sinking his pulsing shaft deeper into the fox. Aevar writhed in pleasure as he felt the tip of Ketupa's malehood tempting him, again and again, its pleasurable tip caressed his most sensitive spot. Ketupa entire body trembled in pleasure, like the fox, he was soaked in sweat, trying his hardest to squeeze his large throbbing knot deep into the fox. Harder and faster he slammed back and forth, stretching Aevar tailhole a little more every time. Knowing he was close, Ketupa lowered his hips, bringing his swollen malehood almost completely out of the young fox, and then, with all the raw sexual energy he could muster, he drove his shaft hard and deep into Aevar tailhole, and as he felt his knot squeeze completely into the fox, he let out a deafening howl of pleasure.
Ketupa felt his mind explode, feeling like every nerve in his body had relocated to his loins. He could feel Aevar's tight tailhole squeezing hard around his entirety as he unloaded a flood of his hot seed into the fox, pulse after pulse of his warm thick seed unloading itself into his friend.
He could feel Aevar trembling on top of him, the fox's knot had swelled so much, and Ketupa couldn't help but think it might give in to the tremendous pressure. Then suddenly, he noticed the fox's eyes, whereas before they had been a deep mysterious black, now they shone bright white, almost glowing like pearls of light. The fox opened his muzzle, letting out a furious roar of delight, a thick stream of his hot seed shot out of his pulsating shaft with an almost unreal force, soaking Ketupa's chest and muzzle. Stream after stream of hot vulpine seed soaked Ketupa whilst the wolf unloaded himself into Aevar rump. The taste of Aevar's seed was most peculiar, it was as if it altered consistency in his muzzle, fizzling slightly on the wolfs tongue, sticking to his gums, before melting away leaving behind an entrancing aroma that filled his lungs. Before he could think more of it, waves of pleasure swept over his mind, washing his thoughts away.
For what seemed like an eternity, Ketupa splendored in a world of new sensations. He could feel the fox squeeze tighter around his malehood, desperate to milk the wolf of all he had, whilst at the same time, drenching Ketupa in his own male pleasure. As his mind returned to the world, he looked up at Aevar and let out an affectionate murr, noticing that the fox's eyes had returned to that mysterious black that he remembered. Aevar smiled back down at him. Unable to comprehend what had just happened, and his body drained of every ounce on energy he had, Ketupa lolled his head back, and feel asleep.
That night he dreamed of strange lands, giant stone buildings standing tall and proud above the glistening snow valley below. There was a strange feeling in the air, and that same warmth that filled Aevar's hut was present here as well, despite the frozen landscape that surrounded him. "Ah, my friend...welcome"
Recognizing the familiar voice Ketupa swung his muzzle round to face the fox.
"Aevar...Where are we?
The silver fox looking very much at ease in the snowy landscape considered Ketupa for a minute before smiling softly.
"You my friend...are home"
He awoke sharply, gasping for breath. Shaking violently he scanned his surroundings. He was still in Aevar's hut, however the young fox was nowhere to be seen.
"Aevar? Hello?"
There was no reply. Ketupa racked his brain, the image of the previous nights dream still vivid in his mind. As he scratched his muzzle he could feel where the vulpine's seed had dried and matted his fur into thick hard clumps.
"Hello!? Aevar! Can you hear me! AEVAR!"
Frustrated and a little concerned at the situation, he decided to have a look outside the hut. As he approached the door he felt a sharp cold breeze blow across his nose.
His muzzle twitched, sampling the air... Something was wrong. Slowly he stalked to the entrance of the hut, keeping as quiet as possible, he raised a paw and proceeded to gently push the door open...The wolf gasped in shock as his eyes were treated to that crystallized icy landscape he had envisioned in his dreams.
"Morning"
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Well that's it, I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
If you want to find out what happens next, let me know. I have the entire plot line in my head and would love to continue the story, however if im a lousy writer also let me know! So I can free up some precious brain space!