Primal, Part One
Hour after hour had passed with very little of note. Ahkira drearily swatted branches and leaves out of her path once more, swinging her shaped, wooden club at the fronds and ferns with a half-heart. Two days had passed since she left her tribe. Two very, boring, days, she thought, dashing what felt like the thousandth bush to splinters and leaves. This new life of adventure was not cracking up to what she would hoped; there was just so much walking and all in silence. With a sigh, she stopped again, leaning her elbow on a trunk. Maybe she was just going around in circles?
But, as if losing hope in boredom was enough to summon something, a piercing wail broke through the forest. The tigress immediately looked up, her ears pricking up through her hair, violet eyes scanning the wall of green around her. At first, the source was a mystery, but a second, longer cry gave her a better sense of its direction. Not one to shy away from excitement, especially right now, she began to carefully bound towards it. The third sound came from almost right infront of her nose, sending her skittering to the quietest halt she could. The source of the sound was definitely close now, and she could hear all sorts of quieter breath and movement she couldn't pick up before. Bringing forth what tracking she'd been able to learn, the young huntress entered stalk mode, crouching low, eyes peeled for the hint of movement. It didn't take long to spot it.
She zeroed in on where the commotion seemed to be coming from, and was surprised to see a dainty pair of hooves, sticking upright into the underbrush. Very carefully, she brushed her way through the undergrowth, fur prickling as she prepared for whatever danger she might encounter. It sounded like injured, struggling prey. But what she saw when her paws parted the ferns between it and her surprised her completely.
A Doe woman, lying on her back in the leaflitter, her strong legs splayed and up in the air. A dark, gray-toned Wolf was atop her, his hips between her thick thighs, thrusting very quickly and forcefully against her, so much that her legs jostled wildly each time he moved. Her hands were all over the place, clawing at the dirts, grabbing roots and branches and squeezing them, and letting out long, high-pitched bleats. The coat of tawny-cream fur that coated her body was peppered with twigs and crushed leaves from rolling on the floor, but she wasn't struggling - on the contrary, she was urging the wolf atop her to do it, faster and harder, grabbing handfuls of his white chest, running her palms down his musculature and gripping his dark flanks with her fingers.
Ahkira wasn't a fool. She knew what was going on, she'd just never seen it like this. Growing up where families and couples were separated by little more than spaced out, feral-hide tents, privacy was never guaranteed. A young and curious Ahkira had once found herself awakened and curious by a similar noise in the tribe camp once, and being an inquisitive girl, had slipped out of her tent to find out what it was.
The silhouettes cast by a nearby campfire illuminated the shadows of the two on the tent, like a strange, abstract puppet show. The tigress immediately thought the the male on top was strangling his female companion, to the point where she could only emit muffled gasps. It was only her caution that stopped her from bursting right in, teeth and claws bared, as when she quietly unstrung a corner of the tent and peered inside, it was obvious she was not being attacked.
No, her paws were laced in his, and they were above her shoulders, not on her neck. Her legs were spread just like the does, except she could distinctly remember them being raised at the thigh, but bent at the knee. Her feet were curling and flexing in quick shuddering motions, but what was most surprising what what was going on between the legs. She'd never seen a penis until then - well, she'd seen sheathes, but not the thick, pink rod that was being wildly thrusts into the dripping slit of the older tigress. It was a whole different kind of nudity. It wasn't casual, like bathing or dressing. It was wild and animal.
As she failed to contain a loud squeal and he shuddered to a stop, Ahkiri had thought she'd been found out - but neither fur looked towards her, instead locking eyes with one another before rolling into a passionate kiss. His cock was still inside her, but the furry obs below it were squeezing and contracting. As they were coiled in the throes of their pleasure, the furless, fleshy rod was slowly slipping back out of her, until it came free with a wet springing, launching a flick of pearly liquid out of her. Two more spurts came from the round head, the first hitting her, the second being little more than a dribble that heaved out and ran down his shaft, collecting where it met the sheathe. Then they just stayed, coiled in each-other's arms, enjoying the afterglow as his seed slowly seeped out of her.
After seeing that, she was obsessed, sneaking out all she could to try and catch a glimpse again. She saw boys in a whole new light, but didn't know how to approach the subject to even consider doing it herself. Instead she just watched from holes and seams, noticing it was mainly the younger adults that would do these things, and not always the same way. Sometimes they'd do it with their bits, sometimes they used mouths, which she'd always quite liked the most, although she wasn't sure why. Sometimes they left it inside her when he finished, or sometimes he would take it out. Once she saw a tigress lick it off of his chest when he'd finished. That had been the best one, watching the sticky droplets collect on her tongue, hanging off of the tip, pearlescent silver in the candlelight, before being swallowed with a flick of her neck. He really liked it too, immediately grabbing her by the hips and screwing her again, vigorously.
But when Ahkira became a huntress, it was as if all that had to be forgotten and left behind. She wasn't allowed to fraternize with the men or boys, instead the priority was to become strong, swift and stealthy. This new hobby was intense, and she liked it much more. After a few years, what she eventually learnt to be sex - something a huntress was prohibited from doing, was at the back of her mind - until now.
As the wolf came to a halt so similar to all the others she'd seen before, all these memories came flooding back. Each squeezing spasm of his grey-white nutsack reminded her of the frenzied panting of her tribe-sisters, and each lustful drawn-out moan from the does lips brought back images of powerful, energetic bodies of the males in their prime. As sshe saw the two, not only committing the prohibited act of sex (For a huntress, anyway) but also between species, it made her realise that she was finally free of the tribe, and all of its customs. What that meant, the tigress didn't quite know.
But as she saw the lupine bury his manhood, she could deny what she felt was at least affecting her. For the first time in a long time, she felt that same sensation she got watching her villagers, only this time it was as if she understood it. He was spent, so it felt like time for the huntress to leave. As she turned away, about to gently brush back the fern, something caught her eye. He was pulling out, but what he was pulling out was totally alien. It lacked the ridges and bumps, and the rounded head she was used to seeing, but instead was pointed at the tip, thin, then thick, then thin again - and then huge at the base. A big, knotlike ball had just popped out of the wet lips of the doe, spattering her, him and the floor with seed. She watched his organ with an unintended, intense focus, as it hung out proud from his loins.; thick, imposing and throbbing. It stirred something new inside her.
Maybe it was because he was finished with his mate, that the wolf's attention was now returning to the world around him, for suddenly he looked right at Ahkira. His fierce golden eyes met hers, gaze hitting hers almost like a physical force of dominance. Letting the fern snap back into place, the tigress ran as fast and as far as she could, not caring if the forest whipped er as she hurtled through it, or if the stones stubbed her paws as she leapt over obstacles. It wasn't that she was scared of a fight, no, it was something else that made her need to get away; something she could barely admit to herself.
Also, you guys know what you want better than I do. Feel free to give any hints about how you'd like to see this story progress, as I'm not really sure what the aim is. It's my first furry series. Also, I'm about to release a feature-long furry story that I was originally going to charge for, but it's gonna' be free. My way of saying thanks to both SoFurry, and my watchers and readers. You're the reason I'm here, afterall.
~ Serban