Desmond and the Wolf
Story by bearwithin on SoFurry
A silly little fantasy which I originally wrote as a series of diary entries. Enjoy!
1 - ** Desmond and the Wolf**
The forest was still and quiet, with just the faintest breeze to stir the trees. There was no sign of danger - but of course, that was the worst kind of danger, the kind that you couldn't see. There were too many trees in the forest, too much undergrowth. It would be easy for something to creep up on you. A wolf, for example.
Desmond pulled his coat a bit tighter and hurried on along the narrow path. He glanced furtively to one side and then the other. Was that movement he saw in the shadows? No, he told himself. There were no wolves in these parts; it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
He caught another glimpse of furtive movement, and this time he was almost sure he'd seen a low, dark shape. He must remain calm! But his chest tightened, and when a bird shrieked somewhere to his left, and took to the sky in a rush of wings, it was too much for him. Desmond broke into a panicked run.
Was that the sound of scrabbling paws, keeping pace with him somewhere just beyond the nearest trees? He dare not look!
But as he skidded around a bend in the path, a lithe animal shape leaped from the trees ahead of him, blocking his escape. It was difficult to see, but the animal was huge and shaggy - definitely a wolf. There could be no doubt now!
Desmond dived off the path and careened into the forest, heedless of the branches which plucked at his skin and clothes in his desperate drive to escape. The footsteps were crashing through the trees right behind him, and any moment he expected to feel the pain of teeth clamping down on his neck.
He rushed headlong over a rise and into a mossy clearing. The soft ground grabbed at his shoe and he tumbled to the ground. No hope now - the wolf was right behind him.
Desmond raised his arms to fend off the merciless jaws as a huge weight landed on top of him.
He lay still, hopeless, expecting sharp teeth to puncture his flesh. He felt a great weight on his chest and the hot breath of the panting creature on his face, but nothing happened.
Cautiously, he opened his eyes. The white wolf had pinned him to the ground, and now she sat looking down at him with her tail wagging and a wide smile on her lupine face.
"Er, hello?", Desmond said.
2 - ** Desmond Addresses the Wolf**
"Ha!" said the wolf, her paws casually crushing the wind out of Desmond's chest. "You call that running?"
"Well," he gasped in reply, "that's hardly fair, since I only have two legs."
The wolf's weight on his chest did make it difficult to breath, but his attitude to her had warmed, since it appeared she wouldn't tear him to pieces. She was actually very pretty, with thick white fur which shone in the sun. Desmond lifted his hand and touched her flank; he felt heat and softness.
Still, this was a wolf, and she ought to be held to account.
"Would you mind shifting so that I can - you know - breath?" He asked. The wolf rolled her dark eyes and flicked an ear.
"Many people would pay to be sat on by a wolf, you know," she said, "or so I've heard." But she stepped off Desmond anyway, and the man was able to prop himself up against a rock and look around. They were in a very pretty spot in the forest, where warm sunlight filtered down onto mossy ground and patches of fern.
"What's with the chasing, though?" he asked. Perhaps he should have started with small-talk and pleasantries, but people did say that it was better to get straight to the point with lupines.
The white wolf had busied herself chasing after a butterfly, leaping and bouncing around the clearing. She abandoned the game after a minute and sat down beside him. "Because it was fun!" she suggested after some thought. "It was fun, right?" She gave him a questioning look, head tilted sideways.
"I was terrified! Couldn't you tell?"
"Well, I wasn't sure," she admitted, "but it was still fun. Couldn't YOU tell?"
"That you weren't going to eat me? No! It was dark and shadowy! I couldn't see."
The wolf made a face. "Eat a human? Eww!"
"Thanks - I think."
The white wolf stood, and sauntered right up to Desmond. She started sniffing him, poking her nose into his arm, then his chest, then his neck. Her tail made an elegant upwards curve, and Desmond was able to stroke her soft neck fur.
Stepping back, she said "We could be friends!"
"I thought you didn't like humans?"
"Just because I don't want to eat you, that doesn't mean you're not... interesting."
She emphasised the last word with a suggestive narrowing of her eyes, and her fur glowed in the sunlight.
3 - ** Desmond and the Dreary Assignment**
It wasn't that Desmond didn't like his work. It could be very satisfying. He liked to get things done, and do them well.
But sometimes, it all seemed too difficult. His current assignment was dull and involved a lot of unsatisfying drudgery, but he had to concentrate because it still needed to be accurate.
He was tired and his head hurt. The light was fading from the sky as he left the building and set off down the street. He felt completely drained, and he wondered whether it was all really worth it - all the hard work. The pay was pretty good, but he was usually too stressed and tired to do anything fun.
Desmond realised that it was a nice evening, cool and clear. His normal routine was to catch the bus home, then cook dinner - probably mince and pasta. But tonight, he was struck by a little pang of rebellion. He passed a Kebab shop, and the delicious smell brought him back after a few steps. He bought a lamb and falafel kebab, and sat down on a bench in a park across the street. He munched on the tasty wrap and watched as the lights came on across the city.
He was three-quarters finished when his attention was caught by a rustling in the shrubbery beside the park bench where he sat. He looked around in time to see a long nose and pointed ears extend towards him. He got such a surprise that he dropped the falafel. The wolf gave it a sniff, then the remains were gone in one gulp.
The wolf licked her lips as she turned back to him.
"What are you doing here?", Desmond asked, agape.
"Shopping! A girl can never have too many shoes!" She giggled.
"You know I like you precisely because you're NOT interested in shoes?"
"Of course!" The Wolf sidled in front of Desmond, and struck a pose: Head and tail held at a jaunty angle, hind leg back a bit, just so. "I mean, what's not to like?"
4 - ** Desmond Liaises with the Wolf**
They met in the mossy clearing on a warm summer night. Desmond wore comfortable shorts and a T-shirt. The wolf was naked and bright in the moonlight.
Desmond removed his shoes and socks, and the soles of his feet tingled at the touch of soft grass. The night was fragrant with the earthy and leafy smells of the forest.
The wolf sidled around him and stopped, tail high and eyes bright. He dared not give words to the urge which had drawn him here. He didn't even know what he expected. Perhaps it would end with those lupine teeth tearing at his neck. He ought to feel terrified, but it was not entirely fear which quickened his heart.
He reached towards the wolf with a tentative hand, but she leaped away, then froze with her shoulders lowered in a play bow, tail swishing. Her eyes glinted in mischief. She would not be taken so easily.
Desmond lumbered after her as she darted about the clearing. He had no hope of catching her, but the chase thrilled him. He was soon panting. He felt wild and free. He ripped off his shirt and pants and threw them aside with his shoes. Now he stood naked and unashamed before the lupine queen, offering himself as a meal or a lover.
The Wolf sat down and surveyed his body from head to foot.
"My!" she said. "A tasty morsel after all!"
Now she stepped close to him, and sniffed at his exposed groin. Her tongue flicked out and encircled his cock. He thrilled at the moist warmth and slickness. She was radiant; his member grew immediately hard and attentive. He could feel her hot breath and even her teeth as her muzzle closed over his cock. The danger added to the primal thrill of it.
She pulled away, leaving him slick and hard. she turned, bowed, wagged, ran a few paces, stopped again. He jumped after her, intent now on the chase. She led him on, half way across the clearing, looking back with laughter in her eyes. Then she slowed, and he was on her. His hands caught her rump as he fell to his knees behind her, and now at last he could see the need in her eyes.
His hands caressed her flanks, over her back, and up the soft fur of her thighs. She stood before him, and her tail raised and pulled to one side as he caressed her.
Oh queen of the forest, queen of the night, how could I possibly be worthy of you? But he would never refuse the invitation. Leaning down, he pressed his face in until he found her vulva and his tongue sampled the sweet metallic taste of her.
Her muscles quivered and her tail pulled further to one side as he found the nub of her clitoris. His cock throbbed.
He straightened up and pulled her close. One hand held her while the other guided his cock between her warm wet labia. She enveloped him like warm silk as he slipped inside.
Skin against fur, man and wolf, he wrapped his paws (hands) around her and held her tight as he made love to her, mated her. They were united under the pale moon as the power of the forest flowed through them. At last their pleasure rose to a crescendo as his cock pulsed and his semen rushed into her.
Later, they lay in the warm dark, and the wolf languished upside-down with her head on his chest while he drank in her wild smell.
"You were alright for a human, I guess!" she said. "Maybe I won't eat you!"
"Thanks", Desmond murmured, his voice muffled by her fur.