FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I never liked history, in fact, it was my worst subject back in highschool. I don’t know why, but I could just never pay attention to all of the talk of what was and predictions of the future. Honestly, I’m more of an ‘in the moment’ kinda guy; ignorant about the the past, careless about the future. A lot of people tell me that it’s a pretty poor virtue to be living by, but it go me this far, so I must be doing alright… well, it WAS doing me alright…

I had somehow wound up on an archaeological adventure with three old geezers and nine other college students that I shared a class with, searching for… actually, I don’t remember what we were looking for. I wasn’t listening when they explained it. All I know is that they brought us to some remote rainforest in search for proof of something, I don’t know. The only reason I was here was for the extra credit, which I needed really badly.

Though I hated the trip, the scenery was actually pretty nice. Hug leaves and gargantuan tree trunks made it hard to see more than ten yards in front of me, and the bugs were as big as my fist, but the sunshine that shone through the leaves of the trees and exotic flowers made it well worth it. Call me a pussy, but any guy exposed to such a beautiful scene would practically have an orgasm, if only for a moment.

I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures, Kylie will love this when I show her back at the university. I would bring her back a flower, but most of them that were noteworthy were either poisonous or man eating, and I don’t think she’d enjoy a plant that could lead to her potential death.

While I may be a dunce when it comes to history, I was actually quite savvy with plants and herbs. It’s not because I thought they were cool or anything like that, honestly, I’d rather spend my time playing video games and hitting on girls than read up on helpful and harmful plants. But it came in handy when the common cold season came around and I was the only one not blowin’ boogers or hackin’ mucus.

I was in the middle of taking another picture when I felt something land on my shoulder. At first, I almost instinctively tried slapping it away, figuring it was probably another rat-sized mosquito, but this one felt different, and there was no pinch from it trying to suck me dry. I turned my head and saw that it wasn’t in fact a mosquito, but a relatively small sized frog. It wasn’t tiny, probably about the size of my palm, and it had no abnormal markings, so it probably wasn’t poisonous, which was a relieve on my part. “Well hello there lil’ guy.” I greeted.

I switched to my front facing camera and took a few selfies with the frog before I decided that I had wasted enough time goofing off and the group would probably start worrying. I considered setting the frog down before I leave to get caught up with the rest of them, but I figured the little guy wasn’t hurting anything, and let him tag along. He had relocated by jumping from my shoulder to the top of my head, where he seemed to relax a bit. “Just don’t shit on me, and we’ll be good.” I said. “You know, we’re going to have to give you a name now… how about, Jenkins? Nah, too sophisticated… How about Harley? Yeah, I like that. Harley it is.”

I had walked probably about five minutes at a brisk pace without coming into any contact with the rest of my group. I wasn’t really worried, we all had this sort of ‘tracker’ doohickey that we could use if we got lost, and a flair just in case of emergencies, but I didn’t want to have to resort to those just yet. I figured i probably just wasn’t walking fast enough.

Ten more minutes of walking at a near jog and still no sign of them. That’s when I started to worry. I pulled out the tracker and fired it up. The company logo flashed across the screen elegantly first, in its five second start-up animation before I saw the actual menu. I selected the ‘track’ option and waited for it to load. When the loading was done, an error screen popped up, saying that there was no signal. “Are you shitting me?” I tried again a few more times, but the screen kept saying the same thing, so I tried something else. Going back to the menu, I selected ‘location’ instead and waited for the map to open. ‘Cannot find location.’ the machine’s next screen said. “Oh my god...” I mumbled irritably.

Stuffing the contraption back into my bag, I continued on walking, calling out for my teachers and classmates as I went. I hated yelling for other people, it made me feel so helpless like a child, but in a situation, I feel like a child that had just lost their parents in the supermarket. If I found them by this tactic, I would be able to forgive myself.

Unfortunately, no one responded to any of my calls. Calls? I pluck'd my phone back out of my pocket and tried calling one of the students I came here with. As soon as I hit the call button, a few beeps went off and a window on my screen said ‘no service’. “Ofcourse. Why would we have service? That would make my life too fuckin’ easy, wouldn’t it?” I sighed. “Alright Harley, got any ideas?”

A slight rustling in the leaves behind me caught my attention. I turned around. “Hello?” I asked, trying to peek through the leaves from where I stood, but not daring setting foot any closer. “Is anyone there?”

… No response.

I’m getting tired of everyone and everything just ignoring me, but this was the one time I wish it would have ignored me.

A pair of hollow yellow eyes peeked out from the edge of a large leaf. I backed up a little; judging from the size and distance between the eyes, I could tell that whatever those eyes belonged to, it was as big, if not bigger than me. First instinct was to run, but something told me that I shouldn't turn my back on it, lest it be my last mistake.

Slowly, a large, clawed fuzzy hand emerged from under the bushes and into the light, followed by a muscular arm. The more of the creature that came into the light, the more I wished it hadn’t. It was now almost completely exposed;it possessed a large, muscular almost human form, but was completely covered in long shaggy fur and a head that represented that of a wolf’s, and a tail.

It’s physique matched that of a normal person’s, given it being quite a bit larger, but other than the wolf’s head and tail, there was something else about the creatures anatomy that I found rather interesting; it’s legs. The thighs looked fairly normal, but below the knees, the creature’s legs seemed to take on an almost feral look; shorter shins, longer heels and large paws.

I had noticed that there was a few fathers woven into the creature’s mane along with dark red symbols painted across it’s body. The only way I could tell was because other than a makeshift satchel that hugged it’s torso and thin, rope belt that held an oddly carved stone knife, the wolf creature was completely nude, sporting a plump sheath and low hanging, round fuzzy balls. The fur seemed to be thicker around the creature’s genitals and chest, almost like untrimmed pubic hair.

The creature crept forward, drawing it’s knife quickly, but never taking it’s eyes off me. It spoke, but in a weird language that sounded more like a slurring drunk than actual talking. It waited for a moment before it repeated the same thing again. I assumed it was a question but I had no idea what it could be saying. Asking my name? Why I was here, maybe? Or maybe what I was? As far as I could tell, he looked just as surprised at my appearance as I was at his.

I shook my head. “I don’t understand.” I said, backing up a little.

The creature turned his head to looked back at the bushed where he emerged from and said a few more words, nodding with his head towards me. Wait, was there more of him?

Sure enough, two more muscular wolf creatures slowly showed themselves from the bushes. Whereas the first one was very dark grey, almost a black colour, these other two had completely different colours about them. The second creature to come out was a lighter grey, slightly thinner than the dark grey one and carried a wooden spear that was aimed right at me. The third creature was probably the most impressive out of the three; unlike the first two, this one was brown and was huge, possessing muscles that no kind of human could. This one carried an axe that looked like it could take my head off without much effort. Between the three of them, I had no chance of escaping; they were all bigger, stronger, and probably even faster than me.

I backed up until I was stopped by a large tree. Great, and now I’m cornered. In situations like this, your brain starts coming up with scenarios that don’t seem to help your predicament. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were planning on doing with me. They crept closer, chattering amongst themselves as they drew nearer. Were they going to kill me? Eat me? Torture me? The images that followed these scenarios were… less than pleasant, leaving me shaking a bit in fear of one or more of them coming true.

The first creature, the dark grey one, seemed to notice my apparent fear and held up his hand to the other two behind him, halting them. Great, now what are they doing? At least they stopped advancing.

The wolf creature came a little closer, crouching and moving on all fours until he was only a few feet away. It held out it’s hand and held it there, staring at me, as if expecting me to make the next move. Was he… trying to shake my hand? Reflexively, but hesitantly, I held out my own hand and clasped his, shaking his hand a few good times.

The creature seemed to be a bit confused, the light grey one behind him giggling a bit before the larger brown wolf nudged him. The darker grey wolf in front of me shook his head and thrust his palm in my face. He didn’t strike me, but the action caught me by surprise and made me flinch. He held his hand there on my face, still expecting me to do something i had no knowledge of. When the wolf realized that i had no clue what to do, he removed his hand from my face and took my hand into his. He brought my palm up to his nose before he gave me a few sniffs, then let my hand go and held his own hand back in front of my face.

He wants me to sniff his hand? Of course, this was rather unorthodox, I mean, have you known normal people to go around sniffing other people's hands? Then again, considering how this creature possessed the same appeal and attributes of a canine, I should be happy he’s not shoving his ass in my face and expecting me to sniff that like normal dogs would. So, I sniffed his hand.

Honestly, I didn’t smell much other than the scent of wood and pine, but it seemed to make the creature happy and put the other at ease. Apparently, this was their form of greeting. I was also a bit relieved that they weren’t trying to kill me, at least, not yet, so I forced myself to relax a bit and give them no indication that I was a threat.

The creature then moved on the examin me, poking and pulling at my cloths as if it was a new concept to him, tugging at my pack a few times and peaking inside before he rummaged through that. He found the tracker and seemed particularly interested in that. He held it up to me and said something that sounded like a question. I could only assume he wa asking what it was. “That? It’s called a Tracker. T-R-A-C-K-E-R...” I felt like such an idiot trying to teach it that the machine was, but they seemed peaceful enough and i didn’t want to provoke them.

“T-trukar...” it repeated as best it could, turning the device over and over a few times in his hands as he mumbled a few more phrases to himself.

Out of the three, the dark grey wolf seemed to be the most curious. For the better half of an hour, he just sat there playing with whatever he found in my pack, asking what they were called before he continued to investigate them. He was like a curious child that had just been given peculiar toys. Made me wonder how old the creature was.

Eventually, the wolf had found my flare gun. I was hoping that he’d ignore it and play with something in it, but when the wolf didn’t set it down, I began to worry. I didn’t want him hurting himself or anyone else, not only that, but I was saving that gun for when help came… if it ever did. “Hey, I don’t think you should play with that...” I said, starting to reach in slowly to take it, but the wolf had found the trigger and accidentally shot it. Luckily, he had it pointed upward, but the bright red signal that shot from it, narrowly missed the top of the wolf’s head.

The startled wolf dropped the flair gun and the other two wolves that were on stand by quickly grabbed their weapons and watched as the flair flew high into the sky. The three wolves jumped a bit when the flair exploded when it reached it’s highest peek, and they kept watching it until they could no longer see it. The large brown wolf was the first to break the silence yelling something in his native tongue and pointing his axe at me. The dark grey one tried to calm the brown wolf down, but I could tell that even he was unsure. As for the light grey wolf, he seemed on the fence about the situation.

I didn’t really know what to do. After they shot off the signal flair, they’ve been chatting amongst themselves for the past twenty minutes, occasionally glancing over in my direction, as if to see if I’m still sitting here. I had considered trying to make a run for it a few times, but honestly, the three of them were pretty harmless and more curious than anything, and the longer I stayed in their company, the less scary they looked… well, except for the brown one.

As if on cue, the wolves conversation ended and the brown wolf strode over and stood in front of me. Up close, the brown wolf looked huge, towering over me where I stood and casting a long, wide and dark shadow, practically blotting out the sun. He stared down at me, narrowing his eyes and looked to be scowling at me. It was obvious he didn’t like me, and I can't really say I have many positive feeling towards him, but from where I stood, he could kill me just by blowing on me, so I was in no position to mouth off to him.

Without warning, the bohemyth of a… whatever he was, bent down and grabbed me by the back of my shirt, lifting me off the ground with one hand and heaving be over his shoulder roughly, nearly knocking the wind out of me. I tried struggling at first, but the brown wolf had a tight grip on my back, barely allowing me any space to move. He started to walk, taking me somewhere with the two grey wolves following closely behind.

The dark grey wolf seemed to be the most optimistic, leaning in close to my face and sniffing me as the brown one carried me, and spoke to me in his odd language. I still had no idea what he was saying, but if I had to guess, I’d say he was trying to comfort me. A sweet notion, but pretty meaningless given the situation.

I can’t really say how long it was before we got to where they were taking me. Unfortunately, due to all the blood rushing to my head and lack of air, I had passed out while draped over the large brown wolves shoulder. When I had woken up, the world was no longer up-side-down, and it felt as though I was sleeping on a nice, fluffy pillow. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was on the back of the dark grey wolf as he gave me a piggy-back. I liked this one, he was a lot more gentler than the brown one, and he was clearly looking out for me, but i still didn’t really trust any of them wholeheartedly, I mean, would you? Getting lost in the middle of a jungle, finding weird creatures with teeth, claws and weapons, and then getting carried to god-knows where, all because you needed extra credit in a stupid History class!

Then again, if my history teachers could see what I was about to, they’d probably drop their balls.

Pushing past a few bushes and overgrowth, my eyes went wide as I beheld an entire village of these wolf creatures. Men, women, and children, all possessing wolf attributes and fur, not to mention all of them had coloured paint on their fur. As I was carried through the village, I noticed that the colours on their fur must have been some sort of segregation system, or class organization. For instance, I had noticed that every wolf that carried a weapon had red paint on, so they must have been the hunters and/or warriors. All of the children had white paint on them, and what looked to be the farmers had yellow paint on. There was a few other painted wolves I saw, like green, purple and black, but as for what they stood for, I was clueless.

A group of small children came bounding over as soon as they saw the dark grey wolf, all of their little tails wagging happily. They all crowded around us, greeting the grey wolf, who greeted them back. I noticed that there was no hand-sniffing, which meant, just like a handshake, that must have been a formal greeting… Nice to know he has manners.

When the children were done greeting the wolf, they immediately turned their attention to me, pointing fingers at me and poking and sniffing at me. I couldn’t help but slightly giggle at their noses and poking, it was so delicate it actually tickled. They continued to (assumedly) ask about me, so in response, the wolf jerked his body forward, nearly launching me from his back as he made an odd growling noise, scaring the children away.

Did… he just use me to scare children. Forget what I said about him having manners. I’m not that scary looking!

It was obvious that o one in this little village had ever seen a human before; everyone we passed by stared at me with curious and wary eyes, some interested, some scared, and other disgusted. I hate being the center of attention like this, so I used the wolf’s mane to hide my face.

I was brought to the biggest hut in the village, which I assumed was the leader’s, or chief’s. The inside was pretty impressive, smaller than a small house, but big enough that it had two more huts attached. At the very back of the hut was a large, hefty wolf with purple markings on his fur. He wore an interesting necklace made of clay beads and small animal bones and was the only one so far that wore any kind of clothing; a loincloth that did little to hide the large package between his legs. Jesus, was every male in this place packing?

The three wolves approached the leader, bowing in respect before they began conversing. I didn’t have a prayer in understand the, so I chose to occupy myself by taking a look at everything around me. There were others in the hut with us, mostly women with violet markings that I could only assume were the leaders servants, or at least something to that degree. I found it hard to look away from them, or, more specifically, their boobs… What? Sure, they look part animal, but boobs are boobs, a real man would appreciate them no matter what the rest of them looks like…

Looking back towards the leader, I noticed three females somewhat behind him. They sat on a padded and cushioned fur pelt with a pink-ish colour paint on their fur. But what caught my attention the most was that they were all pregnant, and well along in their pregnancy too, if I had to guess, I’d say seven or eight months. Then again, I don’t really know how long these… wolf creatures carry their babies, so for all I know, it could be only four months.

Standing to the right of the leader was a thin looking dude with brown paint on, but only around his eyes. The rest of him was free of paint. I’d say that this one was some kind of advisor or something to the leader. His fur colour was white and silver, about as tall as me, but he remained pretty expressionless. He was the first one so far to not give me odd looks since I’ve gotten lost in this place.

Suddenly, I felt the grey wolf start to kneel down and straighten his back up, telling me to get off. I can’t say that I really wanted to, on his back seemed to be the safest place, but I hopped off the wolf’s back and stood there awkwardly. “You speak Enlgish, yes?” The thin, white and silver wolf said.

I nearly leapt with joy, finally, someone who I could speak to! “Y-yes I do, hey, can you tell me where I am?”

The wolf mumbled something to the leader, who was watching me with interested eyes, before he nodded back to the white and silver wolf. “You’re in the Hal’Ur tribe, and where do you hail from?”

Such interesting choice of words from someone that’s probably the only person in this place that spoke english. I wonder how he became so fluent on the language. “I came here from America with a few of my professors, to try and find… something. I got separated from them and got lost when they found me,” I motioned to the three wolves that stood adjacent to me. “Oh, would you please thank them for me for sparing my life?”

The thin wolf nodded slightly and turned to the three wolves, saying a few words of thanks. The light grey wolf (who stood closest to me) just smiled and nodded, the brown wolf seemed unfazed, and the dark grey wolf seemed a little bashful, scratching his ear and grinning awkwardly. He said something, a question, while he was looking directly at me. “He’s asking for your name.” The thin wolf interpreted.

He actually cares enough to know my name? This guy was actually pretty sweet. “I’m Evan. What’s your?”

The grey wolf smiled when he heard my name being repeated, tail wagging a little behind him as he answered. The thin wolf turned back to me, saying “Hi’s name is Ki’Halarath.”

Well that’s a mouthful. Regardless, I smiled thankfully and turned back to the thin wolf. “So, what’s going to happen? Can you help me find my colleagues?”

The wolves in the room started to converse, mainly between the white and silver wolf and the chief wolf. Ki’Halarath would chip in every now and then, and the chief would acknowledge his input. I can’t say I liked where this was going; every now and then, the three wolves that brought be here would glance at each other and grin. The servants in the room also showed particular interest in their conversation, giggling and whispering things into each other’s ears while watching me.

Finally, the thin white and silver wolf turned to me, clearing his throat before he spoke. “A few of our scouts know where you’re group is located, and will be willing to take you there.”

“Really? That’s grea-!”

“But first, our chief believes a form of repayment is in order, for allowing you to live in our territory and let you leave alive.” The white and silver wolf grinned a little. “Normally, those who come into our territory without an invite, don’t get to leave. But Ki’Halarath seems to have taken a particular liking to you, so we’ll let you leave, but I think you owe your saviors a… special thanks...”

~*~

Next thing I knew, a few of the chief’s servants had taken and lead me to a different hut. They had stripped me naked, washed my body, and marked me with orange paint. It wasn’t a lot a few dots on my face, few srips on my shoulders, and a swirl design on each thigh. When they were done, they just got up and left without saying anything. Then again, if they had said anything, it’s not like I’d understand them. The hut in which they left me in was small, a few yards in diameter at most, and pretty plain. There wasn’t much in the room; just fur skins on the ground, making it comfortable to sit on, a few candles to illuminate the small area, and a relatively small vial that sat off to the side.

Curiously, I picked up the vile and popped the cap off before bringing it to my nose and sniffing it a few times. I could tell it that it was some kind of herb turned oil, but I couldn’t identify the herb that was used. I shrugged and set it back down, waiting for something to happen. I was left in nothing but a loincloth, so I sat on my knees and the balls of my feet, clearly uncomfortable with the exposure.

Unannounced, Ki’Halara-... you know what, I’m just going to call him Hal. Ki’Halarath is just too much. Anyways, Hal poked his head in from behind the flaps of the hut, smiling when he saw me. He entered, standing off to the side as the light grey wolf came in next with the brown bohemyth followed closely behind. They all just stared at me, as if expecting me to do something. What did they want? me to do backflips?

Hal was the first to move. He walked over, a bit shyly, as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me, uncomfortably closely. He gently took my chin in his index finger and thumb and pulled me in lightly. I felt a wet warmth brush over my lips as I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. He did it again, a little more forcefully this time, and breaking past my lips and into my mouth. the feeling of his tongue brushing up against mine snapped me back to reality and I realized what he was doing. He was kissing me.

My first instinct was to back up and yell. I wasn’t gay, let alone willing to make out with someone that looked like it was half dog. There’s a word for things like this… What was it… Bestiality?

But before I moved, I remembered what that thin wolf said before all this happened. If I wanted to ever go back home, I’d have to give them some… ‘special thanks’. I shouldered, almost feeling sick and stupid as I just now realized what he intended. How could I not? This is 2015! This whole scenario practically screamed ‘PORNO!’ But, I guess the only one here to blame is me; if I hadn’t gotten lost, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Though, I guess it could be worse. Hal wasn’t a bad kisser, despite it being like making out with a dog, It wasn’t so bad. If I were gay, I might actually enjoy this a lot, but the fact that he had a pair bigger than mine just didn’t sit well with me.

Eventually, Hal pulled away and stood up so that I was right at eye level with his dingus. I gulped a bit as I saw the little pink prick start to emerge from the fuzzy flesh. I looked from the wolf’s package up to his eyes. Though I might not understand his language, his eyes were genuine and kind. I mean, he vouched for me and saved me several time just oday. After all that, I’m not surprised he want’s me to suck his dick, I’d want a bit of gratitude if I were in his shoes too. I sighed, Looks like my hands are tied here.

Reaching up, I used my hand to cup under Hal’s scrotum, giving him a few tender rubs and tugs. It felt so weird to cup another man’s balls, part animal or not. Hal, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the attention; wagging his tail and letting his tongue loll out of the side of his muzzle. Used my other hand to play with his sheath. I figured if I was going to do this, I might as well be shameless about it.

I peeled away the flesh from his ‘bone,’ surprised at how easy it was and how rubber-ish the flesh was. I thought I might have hurt him, but he just grinned all the more. More of his dick came out, about two inches of it stood out, pointing at me. I grippd it with my hand, wrapping my fingers around it as I started pumping. This wasn’t so bad, and he wasn’t nearly as big as I thought he’d be…

After a little while of pumping, Hal’s dick grew into a full on Red-Rocket, easily passing the ten inch mark and reaching more for the foot-long, fourteen inches area. God, I would kill for a dick like that! You know how many girls I’d get if I had a dick the size of this puppy? Of course, at the time, I was more distracted as to how I was supposed to get that thing into my mouth.

He placed his hand on my head and started to guide me in. I opened as wide as I could, feeling the warm hunk of flesh touch my tongue. The taste was salty and weird, making me back off reflexively at first before I leaned back in to give it another shot. I started out with just the tip, sucking on that and playing around with it with my tongue. I used my hand to mastrubate the rest of his length and used my other hand to continue to massage his balls. I began to feel jets of precum coat my mouth and throat. I went a little further when I got used to it, sucking down a few more inches before it began to poke at my uvula and made me gag. I caught my breath real quick before I started again.

I glanced up a Hal to see any indication of if he was enjoying himself or not. The wolf had a look of total bliss plastered across his face, he even bucked his hips a few times, clearly wanting more. He panted and rubbed around my head encouragingly.

I went down again, attempting to get more down my throat when I felt something cold and wet press against my ass. I jumped and gasped, turning my head to see the light grey wolf behind me with his nose pressed firmly between my cheeks. I felt the same warmth I felt on my face, on my rear as the grey wolf licked my rear, rimming around my anus. It felt so good and so weird at the same time; I’ve never been rimmed before, and I didn’t exactly hate it either.

Hal must have been feeling neglected because he turned my head back towards his cock before he pushed himself back into my mouth. I continued to mastubate and masage him, but I was a little distracted at the attention I was getting from behind. I felt the grey wolf’s tongue started to apply pressure to my hole, pushing past my anal ring and starting flick around my inner walls. It was an odd sensation, having my ass being played with like this, I had never felt anything so intense yet so subtle at the same time. And, with Hal’s dick in my mouth, it was adding a sense of sensation that was all too new to me. It felt so good.

Eventually, the grey wolf removed his tongue from my ass and replaced it with something harder and thicker. I barely noticed at at first, but one he got to the bulk of his girth, I winced in pain from the sudden feeling of being stretched. The wolf placed his hands on my rear to hold me still and spread my cheeks apart as he shoved himself deeper into me, reaching much farther than his tongue ever could.

I leaned forward, unable to take the grey wolf’s weight and force without extra foundation, so I used one hand to mastubate Hal while I sucked, and the other hand to brace myself upward. Huh, doggystyle. I just realized the irony…

Hal reached down with both of his hands and gripped my head, pushing his hips in further and breaking past my uvula and gag reflex. Apparently, he was ready for more. He wasn’t rough or unpleasant, but the action caught me a bit off guard and made me choke a little. I found that it was rather hard to breath; having a big dick like Hal’s in my throat made it a chore to so much as take in enough air. Every now and then, Hal would back out far ough to let me get a quick gasp of air before he shoved himself back in and began humping my face.

Being stuck between two horney wolf men like this was crazy, almost unimaginable. It felt like this was just a dream, like it wasn’t real and I’d just wake up from it in a ffw minutes, but, I began to realize that it didn’t actually feel bad. It didn't hurt anymore, and it wasn’t like they were trying to hurt me or anything. Besides, if the girls I see in pornos can do it, then I sure as hell can to… Not exactly the best thing to quote…

Suddenly, Hal pulled away and stepped aside. I looked past him to see two fuzzy mountains in front of my face, with a small pink pucker staring me in the eye. I beheld as the big brown wolf laid face down, ass up on the ground. I wasn’t really sure what to do, did he want me to rim him like the grey wolf rimmed me? Did me want me to mount him? But why would he want someone as small (in comparison) as me to mount him?

I felt the grey wolf behind me shift a little bit, stopping his pounding to turn around and grab something before he placed it in my hand. It was the small vial with the oils in it. and I just realized what it was used for: lube. Maybe the big guy really did want me to fuck him.

I removed the cap and dumped some of the oil on my palm before applying it to my shaft. I took a little bit more on my fingers and began playing with the pucker in front of me; using my midle finger to enter him and swirl it around a bit. A moan illuminated from the brown wolf, pushing his rear back and wanting more. By now, the grey wolf behind me resumed his humping, and Hal occupied himself by stroking his own length.

I played around with the brown wolf’s ass for a bit, going in digit by digit and finger-fucking him to make sure we was nice and ready for me when I entered. I might not be nearly as large as the other three, but I was nothing to sneeze at! Seven and a half inches is pretty big, and my girth was lacking either.

Rearing up and shimmying forward, I pressed my blunt cockhead against his anus and thrust forward, getting my entire length inside of his warm, tight asshole. God, it felt amazing; being fucked from behind and fucking someone else in the front. I knew I wouldn’t last long, how could anyone in my situation? Having a tight ass around your cock while your g-spot gets punched repeatedly was overstimulating.

Hal stepped over the brown wolf’s body and replaced his cock back into my mouth, the familiar test returning to my taste buds and he had at my face. I felt the pulsing bulge in my through and pelvis as the two grey wolf’s had their way with me, and the squirming of the wolf around my dick added a nice and intense tingling. I all of the wolves’ fuzzy balls against me in their respective place; the grey wolf’s balls behind me were slapping against my own, colliding repeatedly and sending waves of electrical pleasure through both of our bodies. Hal’s balls smashed against my chin every time he thrusted forward, the thicker fur around his groin tickled when he’d thrust his entire length down my throat and crammed his pelvis into my nose. And I felt the brown wolf’s balls tap my thighs every time the big guy would back up in unison with my thrusts, I felt his balls under mine, pushing me even closer to climax.

It felt so good, so wonderful I could barely stand it. The wolf behind me began to grunt, his thrusts becoming more spasmodic and random. He said something that the others agreed to, I could only assume he was saying he was about to cum. Hal was getting dangerously close as well; his face became all twisted in a snarl as he facked my face more violently. Eventually, he pulled out of my mouth and immediately began stroking himself vigorously as he climaxed, sending his seed all over my face and chest. A few spurts even getting in my mouth.

The grey wolf behind me was the next to cum, sending his hot fluids deep into my stomach as he hummed my torso and drove his hips into my rear, desperately emptying his balls. The brown wolf came also, shortly after the light grey wolf; clenching down around my dick as he came onto the floor. I couldn’t take it, it was too much. I hame into the brown wolf, gripping his hips as I drove myself in as far as I possibly could as I spilled my seed into him.

~*~

I sank into the warm water hidden hot spring, breathing a sighe, of happiness as the warmth washed over me and cleansed me of my previous actions. It was night now, the full moon and a few lightning bugs being my only means of illumination. I was still at the wolf’s village, the thin white and grey wolf saying that Ki’Halarath will take me back to camp tomorrow morning. While I wanted to get back as soon as possible, I can't say that I was complaining, the people here were really nice; once our little ‘thanks giving’ was over, Hal took me to with really awesome village-wide feast where everyone in the village participated in putting together at the end of every other day just to celebrate and have communion with each other. The food was really awesome, and the people, though I didn’t understand them without the white and silver wolf translating, seemed to really take a liking to me, even if I was the odd one out.

After spending half a day here, I almost don’t want to leave, but I knew I had to; I didn’t fit into a place like this… Besides, if I went too long without my Playstation, I think I just might die. And my music is everything to me. I know what you’re thinking; ‘you’d deny an awesome life buttsex and cocks for a few things that we take advantage fore every single day?’ And the answer is, yes, yes I would. While the sex was fun and endearing, I’m still straight, or at the very least, a loosely bisexual man. True, Hal and the others are sweet, I just don’t have any life here.

Rustling in the bushes behind me caught my attention. I turned to see Ki’Halarath walk into the moonlight and look down at me, smiling sweetly as he drew nearer. He said something to me, and I still don’t understand. I swear, maybe this guy just likes hearing himself talk?

He entered the spring, but instead of sitting beside me, he sat behind me, taking my form into his arms as he hugge me close to his chest. I was taken a bit by surprise. I know we fucked but I didn’t know he grew attached so easily. Then again, seeing this side of his wasn’t so bad. It adds to his curious puppy character, and honestly, if I were into guys, he’d be my first choice.

I relaxed into his arms. It felt so nice to be held like this. I can see how being gay could be so addictive. I felt his muzzle on my shoulder, his pecs on my back, and even his sheath poking at my lower back. He pressed his hips against my rear, and I felt his sheath start to stir and grow again. Did he want to go another round? Maybe he wanted to go further than a blowjob earlier, but the other two must have gotten in the way before he had his chance.

I felt his member start to grow longer as he slowly humped at my back. I figured I might as well let him have at me again, it would probably be my last chance to do something like this with him anyways.

I leaned forward out of his arms and positioned his tip to my sentence before I sat back and let it slide in. I guess I was still pretty loose from earlier. Hal gasped simultaneously with me as he wrapped his arms back around my torso and slowly buck his hips up into me. His dick was bigger than the lighter grey wolf’s, spreading me out wider and digging deeper than ever before.

I felt him shift, turning our bodies over so that I was bent over and pressed against the stone ground around the spring. He picked up the pace, sending little waves in the water to slap against the edges of the spring and hit my stomach. Fuck, It felt so good to be nailed by him. I don’t know what it was, but he just fit so perfectly inside of me, I couldn’t help but moan out a bit in pleasure.

He leaned down, opening and closing his powerful jaws around my shoulder and bit down. It was painful, and he drew blood, but the pleasure from his fucking me was too intense for me to give more than just a whine and gasp. It might have been a bit painful, but the pain seemed to add a nice spice of zing to the pleasure he was dishing me. I always wondered what a hickey would feel like, now I know.

He shifted again, pulling out of me just long enough to flip me onto my back and resume his pounding. I wrapped my legs around his thrusting hips and my arms under his thick arms. I looked up at him, his eyes were locked on mine, taking in my expression as he fucked me silly. The fur of his belly was tickling my genitals, bringing closer to ejaculation.

Hal’s balls slapped against my rear rhythmically as he shoved his cock in as far as he could reach. unexpectedly, the net this he did was lean down and kiss me, using his tongue to pry open my mouth and invaded it by licked my tongue. I kissed back, wrestling our tongues back and forth as I felt his member rub against my prostate.

I felt him start to thrust harder and longer. He was getting close. I pulled him close, shoving my nose into his fluffy mane and digging my nails into his back as he hilted into me, releasing his semin into my stomach. I couldn’t take it anymore; I came, matting his fur to my skin as I came between our stomachs.

Panting, Hal pulled back a bit, enough so that we were nose to nose again looking into each other eyes. Damn it, this guy was making it harder and harder for me to leave.

Ki’Halarath’s ears perked a bit, as if he’d just remembered something, before he reached over and plucked something that was sitting on the ground. A pair of red feathers with a few blue beads at the base is what he had in his hands. He smiled when he held them in front of me before he moved in to work on weaving them into my hair behind my ear.

When he was done, he sat up a little to observe his handiwork. Satisfied, he sat upright and helped be up. I looked back at the wolf, his yellow eyes shown in the darkness, his toothy grin visible through the moonlight, and his nose would occasionally twitch as he smelled me. Damn it, this fucking mutt got me. I couldn’t help it, I was starting to really like him. I’m really, truly going to miss him.

~*~

A week later, The sun shone nicely against me in through my window of my apartment and woke me from my light sleep. It was nice to wake up in my own bed; no more bugs the size of your head, no more getting lost in the jungle, no more stupid history lesson, this was nice. And what made it even better, I looked to my right to see Hal sleeping soundly with his arm draped over my hips. Yes, I brought him home with me… How, you ask? Well, it wasn’t easy.

First, when I got back to camp, I had to explain to my professors how I got lost, what I was doing, and how I got back. I didn’t tell them anything about the village at the request of the chief, so I told them that I was taking picture and got separated. They said that they saw my signal flair and went to check it out, but when they got there, I was gone. I had to lie and say that I thought I was being chased by a big wild animal. I got a good scolding for firing the flair, then leaving. But to make up for it, I showed them Hal, which, as I thought, made them drop their balls.

I wasn’t going to bring him back home with me, but the white and silver wolf told me that Hal wouldn’t stop whining and complaining and the chief finally allowed him to come along with me, saying that he were to make sure that I never spilled the location of the village. Though, it wasn’t easy explaining him to my professors and fellow students.

I told them that I didn’t know where he came from, but he took a liking to me and wanted to come back with me. That took some convincing, but we came to an agreement that if they would be allowed to have a few hours of research experiments with him every other day, they’d vouch for us and even help us fight for citizenship if the need arises. They weren’t really happy when I said that he’d be living with me and that I got to choose the hours of the experiments, and said that there’s be no chemical testing, because he was still a person regardless of his appearance.

It took a good few hours of debating, but we finally came to an agreement and now here we were. We’re already having to deal with complaints from people around the apartment and university, and I’m sure the government will swing in this hassle eventually, but that was for future me to take care of. In the meantime, Hal’s english has been getting quite good. He still has a hard time saying some words, but considering how he’s only been having lessons for a few days now, it’s pretty impressive.

The wolf stirred a bit before his eyes fluttered open and looked over at me. He smiled. “Morning,” He said, his accent thick and voice raspy with tiredness, god it was so hot.

I smiled back. “Good morning.” I said. He leaned forward and kissed my nose. Yeah, I could get pretty used to this…

*~The End~*