Far Cry From Home
Nature is a violent and dangerous thing. This is, at least, what those that live in the cities believe. Few would know what to do if they were taken out of their element. Most were prepared for a snarling taxi driver, or a high-powered bitch with an attitude. Place them in front of something raw and untamed, though, and they would quickly find themselves with a cold sweat running down their backs. Still, however, there are those that chose to ignore their boundaries.
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She looked at the sky as they drove down the highway. It was pretty cloudy, the light blue of the daytime only showing through a few sparse openings. Perfect weather. Not too hot, not too cold. If it had been any other kind of forecast, she wouldn't have insisted on leaving the city to go camping. It was her birthday, though, and she wanted to have an adventure in the mountains. That's how females were, once they had an idea in their heads, no one would be able to change their minds. She knew her boyfriend wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea, but with a couple of hours of coaxing, she had managed to convince him. She was good at that, getting what she wanted.
She had a slight fear that it might rain, but the clouds were white as cotton balls. Her finger pressed against the window button, her blonde hair fluttering around her face as the air began to rush in. "Smell that," She said, followed by a deep inhale. "Clean! No car exhaust, no raw sewage stinking up the air with rotten shit!" This was her first time leaving the city without the purpose of heading towards another one. "Can we move out here, Marcus?"
There was a simple grunt from the driver's seat. She knew he wanted to go home, but she also knew that he needed to get out more. If the inkling came to her, she might have made fun of him. She was sure he was afraid of the wilderness, but it's not like she was. She'd carry the bravery for the both of them. She pushed the button again, allowing the window to close, sealing the car again. Her eyes drifted towards Marcus. He sat casually in his seat, one large paw gripping the top of the steering wheel, and one arm wrapped around the back of her seat. He was a big bastard, but that's what she loved about him. She was tall herself, standing at nearly six feet, but he scraped the sky at a taller 6'5".
Besides his height, Marcus was more intimidating due to his size. A wall of muscle is something she often referred to him as. Many Rottweilers were of a similar stature, but Marcus showed them up with his brawn. She met him at a gym. She'd been ogling him as he benched more weight than she'd ever seen someone lift before. She couldn't be exact on what the weight was, but she knew it was up there. Other males stood around and watched the black and tan dog practice with the weight. He was tough, and so it tickled her that he wanted nothing to do with this excursion. He'd always talk about killing someone if they ever looked at him the wrong way, but in the years they had been dating, she'd never actually seen him demonstrate his power. She knew it had to be because of his appearance. Anyone that wanted to mess with him was bound to have a death wish. She loved him, though, and was certain he'd do anything to protect her. She knew, also, that she'd do anything to protect him. She'd marry him one day; she just needed to get the guts to ask him.
The last thing he wanted to do was drive out to the sticks. No, he wasn't afraid, he just didn't want all those hicks staring at him. He was sure they had never seen someone as big and black as him. She'd blend in; she was a cute, blonde, Retriever. A Rotty, on the other paw, would stick out. Where in the city there would be a Rottweiler on every other street, out in the country his kind was as unheard of as a Malamute in the Amazon. If it weren't for it being her birthday, he would have completely ignored her. Truth be told, he had forgotten it was that time again, and he didn't buy a present, so this was a way out of the doghouse. They would spend one night up in the mountains, and then they would be out of there as soon as he woke up.
"I hope you know how to pitch a tent, Stacy," Marcus broke the silence with his deep, bellowing voice.
"There are directions, I'll figure it out when we get there."
"Good, then maybe I will show you how to pitch a different kind of tent later on," Marcus chuckled to himself. His humor was to be envied.
Even if it was her birthday, he felt that she better be prepared to repay him for this. He might hate nature, but he was sure he'd be able to overlook it once she wrapped her maw around his cock. His dick was already starting to fill up. He looked at the GPS on the dashboard. Stacy got it for him last Christmas. He was always getting lost; in fact, he was late to that Christmas party because he got lost on the way. Stacy had directions to the perfect little place in the woods. She got them from a friend of her's that liked to go hiking. Marcus didn't like that friend; he always seemed to get too close to Stacy when they were together. Not that he was that big of a problem; he'd be able to crush him without much effort. Marcus had set in the location before they left, and they were getting closer. Stacy said that they'd have to go off the path at the end, because the place they were going to stay wasn't known of. Marcus didn't like the idea of leaving the cut path, but he would do it. He liked her, after all.
They made it to the camping site with a little under a half tank of gas left. The dirt path was pretty bumpy, and a little steep, but Marcus managed to drive it without much of a problem. Stacy's friend had come through. The spot he led them to was quite the forest retreat. There was even a pit already dug out for a fire, with some black logs still inside. It wasn't really cold enough for a fire, but they'd make one for later. Once they stretched their cramped legs and cracked a few joints, they got to work. Stacy unpacked the car and started to work on making the tent. There was a nice, little plot that was cleared out for tents. The dirt had been packed into a flat top, and there were still holes from previous stakes that had been driven into the ground.
Marcus made his way into the woods in search of sticks and branches that he could use for firewood. He wasn't sure how to build or light a fire, but he knew that Stacy would be able to figure it out. Her friend did teach her how. As his large feet stomped on top of dead leaves, he could feel discomfort creep up his back. He turned around to ease the sensation, but as soon as he did, he could feel it on the other side of him. The woods felt haunted. No matter where he turned he swore he felt eyes staring at him. Damn, he hated the outdoors. Then he could hear the sounds of Stacy hammering stakes into the ground. He wasn't that far away. All he needed were a couple of sticks and then he could go back into the open.
His chain clanked as he bent down to pick up branches. The sounds echoed eerily around the trees. Marcus tucked the necklace inside of his shirt once he was upright. His fur felt unclean, and his nerves were strained. He wanted his gym. He looked down at the wood he had bundled in his arm. They might not have been enough, but they were good for now. If she wanted more, then she could come back with him to get some. As he left he noticed, for the first time, that the woods were quiet. There were no birds tweeting, no bugs rustling, nothing. The only thing he could hear were the trees swaying in the wind, their shafts creaking with protest as they rocked back and forth. They almost seemed to hiss, and if he stayed still the hissing felt like it was just behind him.
Stacy managed to finish the tent by herself. It wasn't very hard. She used to camp in a friend's backyard when she was little, and the ability to put up tents seemed to stick with her. Marcus had emptied the fire pit and put the pieces of wood he'd gathered inside. He didn't actually set them up, but rather threw them inside. She positioned the sticks in a neat bundle and raked up some dead leaves and pine straw from the ground and placed them underneath the bundle. When they lit it on fire, they should help the wood catch. That's what she figured, anyway. She might have set-up a tent before, but she had never actually made a fire. All she knew was there should be stuff underneath to catch on fire, and the wood shouldn't be moist. The branches Marcus gathered seemed dry enough, so there wasn't an issue.
Marcus had already made his place inside of the tent, and stayed in there once he was done. Stacy couldn't help but laugh to herself. He was a funny kind of guy. She had a feeling what he was in there waiting for, but she wasn't quite ready for that. They had been on the road all day, and night was quickly approaching. She needed to get the fire started before she let him have his way. "Now, where did I pack that lighter?" Stacy had her paws on her hips as she looked at the opened trunk of Marcus' car. She found it after a minute of eyeing the clutter, hidden underneath her sleeping bag.
As she made her way back towards the fire, she noticed just how fast the night was coming in. She hadn't thought about the fact that all the tried would strangle out the sunlight before the lights actually went out. She was now able to see Marcus' silhouette inside of the tent as he had a light turned on. He appeared to be lying down on his back. He had probably fallen asleep. He had stayed at the gym late last night working out twice as long since he'd have to miss it for a day.
Stacy ignored Marcus as she started the fire, and to her surprise it caught with little hassle. The warm blaze covered her like a blanket, and allowed her to remove her jacket. She wore jeans and a plain, white tank for the trek. Her jacket just happened to be in the car, so she put it on once she felt a chill a while back. Now that her front was warm, she could feel her back begin to feel neglected. She turned around, exposing her back to the heat. Her paw moved her hair over her shoulder so that all of her back would be warmed. It was so comfortable.
She let her eyes explore the now dark forest in front of her. The sun had set some time ago, she wasn't sure when. She must have zoned out for a while, and now it appeared to be full-blown night. If it weren't for the fire's snaps and crackles, she was sure that they'd be sitting in pure silence. She didn't pay attention before, but the nature here was almost dead. Her eyes searched for any sign of life, and as she looked beyond the trees, she could see something shinning. There were two, small orbs glimmering in the blackness, like a cat being exposed by a flashlight. With that association, she didn't take the light to be anything but a woodland creature. Instead, she closed her eyes and brought her knees up to her chin. She started to fall asleep while sitting on the ground. This was the life.
Marcus had removed all of his clothes once he finished setting up his sleeping bag. He lay on his back, paws behind his head, and legs spread, awaiting Stacy to come and give him some love. The problem is she never came inside. He heard her out there rustling with the fire, and it seemed like it was hours before he woke up from his nap. He didn't realize he fell asleep until he woke up. With his lantern still on, he couldn't tell how dark it was outside, but once he looked at his cell phone, he could see the time. It was almost midnight.
"Stacy!" His deep voice called out for the blonde Retriever, but was met with nothing.
The naked Rottweiler got up with a huff, and unzipped the tent, looking outside into the darkness. The fire had gone out, and he couldn't see if Stacy was out there. She had probably fallen asleep next to the fire. She probably had bugs on her. Gross. Marcus couldn't help but shudder at the thought. As he looked around, though, he saw that Stacy wasn't there. The dying fire still gave off enough light to see directly around the pit, but he didn't see her sleeping there. She seemed to be missing. He didn't freak out. She was probably in the woods looking for more wood. He searched the trees for her flashlight that she'd need to be carrying, but the woods were pitch black. Perhaps she went deep inside to find the better pieces of timber.
He walked around the campsite for a second, shuffling blindly in the darkness. He was a little uncomfortable, but not too worried. Then he could hear the trees hiss again as a wind broke across the forest floor. Leaves were kicked up and he could feel them slip past his legs. The hissing was actually louder than before. The wind didn't seem stronger, but the hissing made it seem like there was a hurricane rampaging through the woods.
Marcus was beginning to get a little impatient. His cock was hungry, and he wanted Stacy to feed it. He began to search for the blonde Retriever beyond standing and looking around. The car was empty, the doors left open as if they'd hurried out and forgot to close them. He slammed them shut, and then closed the trunk. There was not going to be some nest in his car! He kept stumbling over sticks and roots in the darkness, and knew his search was going to be pointless without a light. The lantern he had in the tent would work.
The tent glowed like a beacon. Once he was inside he grabbed the lantern, but paused for a moment before leaving. Even though they were alone out there, he figured some clothing would be a good idea. His paw stopped stretching for his shirt when he heard the tent rustling. "Stacy, about time!" Marcus voice wasn't startled, but there was a sense of relief that made the gruffness lighten. He had been turned away from the front of the tent, but once he faced the opening, he saw nothing. Wasn't she there? "Stacy? Come on now," Marcus sighed the words out. She was always the playful one. Then the sound of claws scrapping lightly against the side of the tent came back. She was trying hard to scare him, but it was not going to work.
Marcus stopped reached for his clothes and put down the lantern as he sat, waiting for Stacy to grow up. He'd show her. "Stacy, get your ass in here!" Marcus yelled at the side of the tent that the noises were coming from. The second he spoke they stopped. He was sure he had startled her, making her think he was angry. He listened as leaves ruffled under footsteps that neared the front of the tent. She was about to come in, and when she did he'd throw her to the ground. He could feel his cock growing already.
The footsteps were in front, and Marcus waited for her to slip her paws in through the unzipped flaps and come inside. She waited for some reason, like she was worried that she'd upset the tough Rottweiler. "Come on in, babe," Marcus spoke softly, his deep voice rumbling out a soothing baritone that always worked in calming her nerves. He watched as the tent's flaps began to flutter. He rubbed his rock-hard abdominals as he watched the flaps begin to separate. Damn was he horny. He could already see the red tip of his cock slipping out from inside his sheath. Stacy always liked watching him get hard, so he spread his legs as she entered. He laid back and closed his eyes, placed his large paws behind his head like a pillow. She was inside now; he could hear her breathing. Her breath was a little harsh, but he figured it was due to her growing heat at the sight of his prick.
Marcus spread his legs in anticipation. He felt the heat of her body as it went between his opened legs. It was beginning to blanket his crotch as she got closer; her maw now inches from his engorged sex. He sighed as he felt the fur of her arms brush against the fur of his legs. Then her tongue lapped at the moist tip of his cock. Marcus let his maw open in gratitude. He had to look. Nothing turned him on more than seeing her face crammed full with his throbbing dick. "Yeah, baby..." He cooed as his eyelids opened slowly. He eyes the top of the tent, and only looked down when he heard her lick her lips.
He wasn't sure at first, whether it was the lack of blood in his head that made him see things, but what he saw bringing its maw closer to his cock was not the pretty blonde, but rather something foreign. Marcus couldn't find the words to scream at him, but rather tensed. His paws clutched at the tent bottom as his cock flared with surprise. This caught the attention of who was between his thighs. A large possum, his fur a slightly matter white a grey, looked back at his, his maw opened exposing sharp teeth just an inch from engulfing his cock. Marcus was stuck like a statue. The only thing that moved was the fur on the back of his neck that stood up, and his maw that gradually opened wider. His eyes followed the big possum's tongue as it slipped down, and licked the underside of his cock. That was all it took. Marcus shot up and delivered a quick and powerful punch to the possum's face. The possum was steady in his grounding, though, and the punch only caused the large male's face to curl in anger.
"Oh, shit," Marcus cussed in disbelief. The guy was big and strong, and despite Marcus' own stature, he felt out of his league. He was fucked. The large possum between his legs only grabbed hold of his ankles and lifted the Rottweiler's muscled legs. Normally Marcus was able to resist any amount of strength with his well-trained legs, but the possum over-powered him with ease. Marcus felt his heart race faster as he struggled to free his legs, but the possum was not close to slipping. He thought about punching him again, but he saw where that got him last time, and so he was forced to think of something else.
Marcus hissed through gritted teeth, his canines almost piercing his gums due to his jaws tightly biting down. He watched as his legs were lifted higher, like a game of arm-wrestling that he was slowly losing. Then, because of the heavy strain on his legs, Marcus lost the fight out of exhaustion. He grunted as the possum forced them on top of his stomach, his knees brought together to rest on his heaving chest. The possum held his ankles together with one large paw, and Marcus choked as he felt the other paw begin to prod his ass. No way, he was not thinking of sticking his fingers inside of him! His eyes were glues to the possum. He watched him bring his fingers to his tongue, and he watched him slobber all over them. He held his breath as he felt him rub the wetness all over his ass, teasing him with his dominance.
The possum wore nothing but brown slacks and suspenders, a country combination that left Marcus cringing with disgust. Marcus saw the large protrusion coming from the possum's crotch. He was defiantly going to be fucked. He needed to think of something. This was the first time in his life that his muscles had failed him. Of course, no one had ever really tested him since he looked like such a badass. He played the part of someone you'd think twice about before messing with, but he sure couldn't take the challenge. The time came in every dog's life when he'd be tested, and Marcus was determined not to fail. He just had to wait for the right moment.
Marcus cringed as he felt the possum force his thumb deep into his ass. He had a prostate exam before, and this really wasn't any worse than that, but it was still something Marcus never wanted to feel. He dug his nails into the bottom of the tent as he tried to maintain himself despite the finger-fuck that was being given to him. "Fuck," Marcus groaned as he felt the possum remove his meaty thumb. Then he heard it, the quick zip of the possum opening his fly. He watched in fear as the marsupial removed his cock. It was strange, stranger than he had been expecting. It was not like any mammal's cock, but forked at the head like the tongue of a snake. And like a snake, the twin tips seemed to undulate in separate motions. The shaft of his cock was fat, and mirrored the look of an uncircumcised human's hefty package. The "extra" skin extended to just under the forked head, but unlike an uncircumcised penis, the skin never inched over the tip. The possum grabbed the base of his penis and shook his fatty, hinting at what was to come. Veins popped, and juices spilled, and Marcus wanted nothing to do with it.
The Possum's grip on Marcus' ankles loosened slightly as he worked his cock closer to his ass. Marcus held his breath as he saw his chance. Quickly he stole away his ankles and used both of his feet to kick the large possum out of the tent. While the possum might have been stronger than him, his weight was nothing that Marcus hadn't trained with before. Marcus got up with a speed he was not aware of, and bolted out from the tent and into the woods. He passed the car, not because his mind was jumbled, but because he needed to find Stacy. Obviously the possum had done something with her, but he couldn't have killed her. He'd find her and then they would sneak back to the car in the cover of darkness.
Moonlight was the only thing that allowed Marcus to run through the woods without stumbling or running into a tree. He could have grabbed the lantern, but a shining light would draw the possum like a moth. He wanted to yell out for her, wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but his voice would only let the possum know where he was. The sound of his heavy feet crushing leaves and sticks was enough noise. His eyes searched desperately. He wanted to forget her and get himself to safety, but he had to find her. Then he saw it, a glimmer of yellow in the darkness. Her hair called him, and he was upon her in seconds. She was tied to a tree with rope, and from his cursory glance of her condition, she seemed to be unharmed. She was also breathing. The possum was a psycho, but he was thankful he didn't kill her.
"Stacy," Marcus whispered as he searched for the knot. "Stacy, wake up!" His paws fiddled with the rope. It was tightly wound around the trunk of the tree, and there was no way to wiggle out of it.
"Uh," Stacy started to come to.
"Stacy, there's some crazy redneck! He just tried to stick his dick in me!" Marcus found the knot and tried to untie it, but it was hard to see it with the lack of light.
"What?" Stacy had trouble understanding what had been said at first, but as she realized where she was, and that she was tied up, she became more coherent. "What!? Get me out of this!" She tried to move her arms, but the were stuck. Her paws patted at the ground, looking for anything that might help Marcus set her free. "Where is he? Did you kill him?"
"Sssshhh," Marcus hissed, his claws digging into the knot as his efforts to untie it proved fruitless. "He's out there somewhere. He tried to shove his dick in me and I threw him off me. He could be anywhere." Marcus whispered the story as clearly as he could.
"He's what!" Stacy whispered harshly. "Hurry!"
"Fuck, don't rush me, fuck!" Marcus grew feverish and began to bite at the knot. He used his sharpest teeth to cut at the rope. It was working, but it was still slow.
Then he felt it, the large paw of the possum wrap around the back of his head. Marcus was shocked to find himself flying backwards, the possum showing his physical prowess once again. "Shit!" He screamed as he landed on the ground, his eyes fixed on the possum as he turned around. He didn't seem interested in Stacy, so that was good, but he began to come up on Marcus again. Marcus didn't stay on his back this time, but stood up instead. He balled his paws into fists in front of his body. He'd fight this asshole, and he'd kill him!
The Possum didn't bring his paws up, but just stood there as if waiting for him to do something. Marcus didn't let this faze him. He'd never been in a real fist-to-fist fight before, but he was confident he could win if he tried. "Motherfucker!" Marcus ran forward, wielding a fist that went straight for the possum's face. The possum stayed where he was as the fist met his nose. Marcus wasted no time in bringing another punch to the possum's stomach, but was shocked at how hard the male's hide seemed to be. Then he started to bounce on his toes like he were a kick-boxer, and brought the back of his paw against the side of the possum's face with a hard swat. The possum turned in the direction on the blow, and for a second Marcus thought he had made a successful hit, but he realized the truth as the possum's thick tail slapped against him. It stung badly, and Marcus had to fall to hid knees since the tail had hit him in the stomach. He was out of breath, and fought to get air into his lungs. "S....hit..." He groaned, his eyelids squeezed shut in pain.
Stacy could hear the fight behind her, and her heart stopped when she heard Marcus curse with anguish. She had to get out and help him, but she was still tightly bound to the tree. The guy had some wicked knot tying skills. She wasn't sure how far Marcus had gotten with the knot, but her only hope was to continue wiggling. She might be able to loosen the knot, but she knew she would most likely be trapped there. "Please..." She pleaded with the ropes, hoping by some miracle they could understand her.
Marcus heard him come up close to him. He lifted his head slightly; just enough to be eye level with the possum's fatty. It was still out, but now only partially tumescent. He could smell it. It made him want to wretch. The possum brought a foot up to kick him backwards to the ground, making him cuss out of fear and anger. Marcus was so humiliated, so pissed off, but mostly terrified. He didn't want to die, and he really didn't want that forked dick tickling his innards. He watched as the possum's cock grew in girth once again. In seconds it went from a fat, limp slug to a fierce, vein-lined behemoth with fluttering tips.
He couldn't let him stick that thing in him. Marcus tried to shuffle away, moving backwards until he came to a tree. He was paralyzed. Only when he saw the possum flex it did he regain motion. He started to pick himself up, turning around and using the tree to claw his way up. The possum was coming, and for some reason the possum's stare was like that of Medusa. "Stop," Marcus begged now, knowing that running and fighting were futile. He only had a few options left. "Stop..." The possum ignored him, and Marcus could only tremble as he felt the male's paws on his fur. He braced himself. If he let him stick his dick inside, he might let him go afterwards. He didn't want to, but there was no other option now that pleading was shown to be null.
The possum got to his knees behind him. Marcus was in the ultimate receiving position, his ass in the air and his cheeks waiting to be spread. He could feel the possum kneading his ass, his fingers gripping tightly as his flesh, and his thumbs dipping into the valley between each mound. "Fuck," Marcus dug his claws deeper into the tree's bark, leaving scratches. His head turned downward, and his eyes closed, as he tried to ignore what was happening. The thumbs jammed into his ass all at once, digging deep and then spreading so that his ass opened. Cold air filled him, something he'd never felt before. He bit his bottom lip as he felt the possum place his tongue inside. It felt wrong. The possum licked at him, lubing his tight hole for the job that was to be done. The possum fucked him hard with his tongue, removing his thumbs and clutching at his ass hard as he slipped his muscle in and out of the virgin hole. "Uh, fuck. Shit..." Marcus was worried. What if the possum was too rough? Was it possible to tear up his ass from the inside? He had a bad feeling that it was.
Marcus looked back as he felt the wet tongue pop out from his hole. The possum kneeled upright with one paw holding his cock and the other moving a cheek to the side. It was time. He looked up at the possum's face. His eyes were shining from the darkness of his sockets. His maw was opened, exposing his teeth and allowing his tongue to dip in and out like he were a dog that was overheating. Then as he felt the forked cock-tip tickle at his entrance he looked away. "Fuck you!" Marcus sent one that curse to the possum before he felt him cram his dick into him. "Oh, DAMMIT!" His voice echoed throughout the forest, expressing how the intrusion felt with perfect accuracy.
It hurt, and it hurt badly. The fat possum cock spread him wider than any dump he had ever taken. The possum was hissing now. Marcus realized what those sounds were that he had heard. If he had known he would have gotten his ass out of there. He felt through the fire in his ass that the possum would shove a little in, come out a little, and then shove more in. He was working with Marcus' ass, filling it slowly and allowing it to cope with the massive load. It was excruciating regardless of how modestly the possum was doing it. Marcus felt like he needed to take a shit, and the shit was ripping him apart. How faggots did it, he'd never know. Then, with a final retreat, the possum slammed the rest of his hearty cock into him. He was fucking him to the hilt. "God fucking dammit!" Marcus cried out, the feeling of his ass being spread attacking his senses like he were roasting on a spit, and the cock in his ass was a fat, leaking skewer.
The possum's modesty slipped away as he began to fuck Marcus harder. Marcus couldn't adjust, and he was sure that the ability to adjust was something he was born without. He was sure that he was never meant to be fucked in the ass; it just wasn't how he was meant to have sex. The possum clawed at his back as he humped him. The hissing was louder now. Marcus knew that Stacy would always groan when he fucked her, and he'd groan in response, but maybe hissing was the possum's way of saying he was horny as hell. He didn't care; all he wanted was for him to cum and get out.
The chain around his neck rattled as he was rocked back and forth. His ass was numb now, the pain gone, but coming back in spurts. He could feel the possum's forked tip was flared inside of him, stabbing the walls of his insides in an unpleasant sort of way. "Uh, umf..." a constant stream of groans escaped from Marcus as he was being fucked. The possum was fucking hung. It was this that made it harder to ignore the fact he was being violated. If he were measly, it might have felt like a finger, but with it the girth that it was, it felt like it was splitting him at the seams.
Marcus could feel the skin on his back being torn as the possum compulsively clawed at him. He had to help him along lest he bleed to death. He began to work his hips, rotating around the possum's thick cock and adding extra sensations. The claws stopped digging into his back once Marcus joined in on the act. Marcus was relived, but more so when he felt the paws move from him altogether. He looked back at the possum, and saw that he was now fucking him with his arms at his sides. He was clearly enjoying himself. If he did things right, he might just get out of this without his ass being too destroyed.
"Hey," Marcus nodded his head, his tongue falling out in a show to make him seem like he were in heat. The possum looked down at him as he shoved his dick deeper into him. "Fuck me, dude," Marcus' words inspired the possum in a way he'd intended. He huffed heavily as the possum grabbed his hips and slammed into him. His speed picked up and the wet, slapping sounds of his flabby cock became louder. Sex filled the dark, silent forest. Marcus knew Stacy could hear it, and it was this knowledge that made his face grow hot with embarrassment. What was worse was that he was hard. He didn't understand why his cock was fully engorged and his knot was out, but he knew it wasn't because he was feeling good.
The hissing from behind grew louder as Marcus became more exhausted. His ass was tired, and so was he. All he wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep. If he had the ability he would have passed out on top of the leaves and propped his head on a root. Rather than rest he fought with himself to keep up the task of trying to milk the possum. The creep had been breeding him for what seemed like hours. The possum's paws kept their grip on his hips, but his claws dug deeper into his flesh with each thrust. Marcus knew sex, and he was sure that the tight hold that was being placed on him was a sign of the possum's edging climax. He just had to hold out for a little longer. He furiously slammed his ass against the possum's crotch. Every time he hit the base he would clench his muscles to grip the entire pole of flesh. It was pure improvisation. He would have called him Daddy if it had made him cum faster.
The possum contracted as his claws pierced into Marcus' flesh. Marcus prepared for the explosion, and wiggled his little, nub tail along with his ass. The possum stopped hissing as he came inside of him. Marcus never would have thought that having someone cum inside of him would have been all he wanted. Now that he had cum, all he wanted was for him to get it out. The possum stabbed him a few more times as his ride in the clouds of bliss began to settle. Marcus' breath escaped him with heavy gasps, and his body was covered in sweat and blood. He wanted a bath so badly that it made him whimper. He sighed as he felt the cock begin to slip out from inside him.
He was happy for the first time that night. Even though he didn't know what was to come next, he would welcome it now that the possum's huge dick was out of the picture. Then, to his dismay, he felt the cock force its way back inside the overly used hole. Marcus coughed in surprise and, as he felt the possum start over again, he felt cheated. "No, fucking stop!" Marcus yelled out as his sore ass was pummeled yet again. He couldn't hold out until the possum came again. Since he had already cum, Marcus was aware that the now less-sensitive cock would take much longer to milk. He coughed again like a small puppy that was chocking on his sobs. He wanted to die.
As the possum began to fuck him harder, shoving his dick in and out of him, Marcus began to lose himself. He was brought back to reality with the sound of a loud crack. He wasn't sure what it was, but he noticed that the fat cock was no longer ravaging him, but rather stuck. He perked his ears as he looked behind. The possum was still for a moment, and then slumped to the ground. What he saw was something that made him want to cry. Stacy, she'd gotten out, and she'd whacked the possum over the head with a rather sturdy branch. All this time he'd be so preoccupied with his face, and the fucker's weak spot was the back of his head.
"Oh, God, Marcus!" Stacy knelt down next to the dripping Rottweiler. Cum dripped from his ass as he stayed in the position he had been in during the onslaught. "Marcus, I'm so sorry, I couldn't get out!"
"Stacy," Marcus let his head fall. It was over.
"Come on, Marcus. We've gotta get out of here, fast, before he wakes up!" She grabbed one of his muscled arms and pulled at him.
"Umpf," Marcus stood up, knowing that he'd have to in order to get out of there.
The duo ran at a breakneck speed through the woods. Marcus fell at one point, his tired body buckling under the stress of the situation. They eventually made it the car, and Stacy told Marcus to sit in the passenger seat. "Where's the key, Marcus?" She asked quickly, holding his face so that he looked at her. He didn't say anything but pointed at the tent. She shut the car door and hurried into the tent, rifling though Marcus' things in search for the key. She found it next to his pants. She grabbed it and his clothing and then made her way towards the driver seat. She needed to get him to a hospital, and she knew he wouldn't want to go in naked.
The car started on the first crank and she quickly backed out and turned so that she could drive forward down the path. The doors were locked and they were gone. They were all right. Neither of them said a word. The only thing they shared were the sounds of heavy breathing. On the highway Stacy looked over at the defeated Rottweiler. He was tough in the city, where his adversaries were meek, but even he couldn't stand up to someone like the possum. Marcus had fallen asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. When he woke up she'd tell him it was all a bad nightmare. This was her fault. She made him come out here, and now he was bleeding and reeking of possum heat all because she wanted to live a little. This was just a nightmare that they shared, just a bad dream they'd have to forget.
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Tried to make it feel like a bad B horror movie. Fast, dirty, and pedictable. Hope ya'll enjoyed!