FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Empty River: A Western Chapter 4: After All The moment Shadow got them back to the farm, Clinton went inside the house. The horse got to his bag and pulled out a single gold ring. It’s funny, in a morbid way, he was so scared of giving it to Cliff and wanted to wait for the right time that he ran out of time without realising it. He gripped it in his paw and walked outside. Wyatt, Shadow, and Nick were all waiting for him by the door. How does a feral face show that much worry? “Hey big guy, you doing okay?” Wyatt said. “No, but I know why Shadow took me here.” Clinton opened his paw with the gold ring in it. “I was planning on giving this to Cliff, now it’s everything I have left of him.” “It’s a nice ring.” Wyatt said. They stood there in the late afternoon heat, Clinton rolling the ring between his fingers as Wyatt watched. “I…. Is there a place we can bury it? I want to give Cliff a funeral, a real one, for the man he really was, not who they thought he was.” Clinton clamped down on the ring. “Yeah, there’s a nice hill this way that looks over the riverbed, come on.” Wyatt held out a paw for the horse to take. Clinton took it. Wyatt led him to a stoney hill a few hundred feet from the house, and from the pieces poking out it was an old pile of broken bricks that had been covered over with dirt and grass. The top of the hill wasn’t large, but it was about ten feet taller than the surrounding land. The fennec fox took him up to the very top, gave his paw a squeeze, and let go. Clinton fell to his knees and with his free paw made a hole. He got about six inches deep before he was out of dirt and into a layer of brick chunks. He pulled out a nicer paving stone, it was broken in half but still looked nice, and set the ring in its place. After covering it with the dirt he put the paving stone up like a tombstone and stepped back. They stood there together, through the hot, dry breeze and the reddening light as the sun began setting. Clinton wanted to say something, that was how funerals went, but he didn’t know what to say. “Tell me about Cliff, what was he like?” Wyatt said softly. “He was the opposite of his father in a lot of ways, a blonde goat with a black mane, careful with his words, and always trying to think things through. He had a bit of his father’s anger in him, but he used it to keep people from being mean to us. We met when I was on the riverdocks looking for work and he helped me get in with the company loading stuff from the boats onto the traincars. We were drawn together, though neither of us could say why out loud with him being the son of the Sheriff.” “One long weekend, we decided to take off camping together. We found a quiet nook in the forest where we could be alone with each other and set up our tents. Mine was so tiny and he had a huge one thanks to his father, so that night he invited me into his with that excuse. And we just talked. Without the rules we were supposed to live by, everything spilled out; that we were both gay, had an interest in each other, and everything else about life when you’re gay.” “We were in our own world, living together, having fun, making love under the stars. Out there in the wild, we were free. When we came back to the city, it was like being chained up again. We still tried to live the way we wanted, and I was going to propose to him. Before we were caught.” “I wish I could have met him.” Wyatt took the horse’s paw in his. “I think he would have liked you.” Clinton said as he squeezed the smaller paw. They stood there as the sun set, the shadows grew longer and darker, the breeze grew colder, and the insects came out to sing. Eventually, Clinton turned to walk down the hill and Wyatt followed. Shadow was waiting for him at the base, with the feral Fennec fox snoozing in a ball on his back. “Hey, thank you Shadow.” Clinton rubbed the feral blue roan’s muzzle. He took the reins out of his mouth and the saddle off his back as well. “You deserve the same freedom you’ve given me.” Shadow whinnied and shook his head. He took off into the fading light at a gallop, Nick still riding on his back. He ran along the fenceline of the farm near the river and turned at the treeline towards the darkness. “That’s real kind of you Clinton.” Wyatt said as they watched the feral horse run in the fields. “A beauty like him deserves to be happy.” They watched as Shadow ran through the trees and then jumped the fence, slowing to a trot through the rows of crops as he went to the barn. He walked in through the open door, and pulled it shut with his chin before heading inside. “He chose the barn?” Clinton rubbed his head. “Heh, he knows if he stays that I’ll give him food and water, shelter, even if I ask him to help around the farm every now and then.” Wyatt pulled the horse out of his stare and back towards the house. “What are you doing though? Giving up your ride doesn’t normally mean you’re heading somewhere.” “I was hoping you’d let me stay.” Clinton said. “Now that the sheriff isn’t chasing me anymore, I’d like to build something. Even if it’s just a little shack, I want to stay and meet everyone, become part of the community.” “I’d be happy to let you stay, though I wouldn’t let you live in some shack!” The fennec fox grasped at some imaginary pearls on his collar. “You can stay with me in the house!” “I would like that,” Clinton said as he was led back. “Staying with you has been wonderful.” “I hope it’s not too soon to ask, but I hope we can continue how things were between us before the sheriff barged in.” “It would be a nice change of pace if he didn’t ruin my love life.” Clinton chuckled and hugged the fennec but let him lead the way. They walked to the house the long way, with Wyatt pulling the horse along through the front door. Before they even closed the door, the short fox had pulled Clinton into a kiss. The horse had to lean over as Wyatt was short, but he leaned over to kiss him all the same. Their tongues wrapped around each other and their breath grew frantic as those small cream paws unbuttoned Clinton’s shirt. Wyatt was a much better kisser than Clinton was, he started with a peck or two on the lips before diving his tongue in to wrestle and roll around before slowly pulling back for the both of them to breathe. The horse was pulled to the couch by his shirt as the fennec’s free paw started unbuttoning those jeans. “You are so easy to throw around, you like it don’t you?” Wyatt said. “Yeah…” Clinton said as his freshly bare ass fell onto the cushions, looking down. “Hey,” Wyatt rubbed the horse’s face and pulled it up to look him in the eye. “Undress me.” Clinton slid his paws under the fox’s shirt and lifted it to reveal the smooth and soft cream colored fur it hid. The fox had the body of a farmer, muscles built by the labor of the land made for a well toned form, but he still looked small to Clinton. The horse placed his paws on the fennec’s hips and the tips of his fingers almost touched. Wyatt chuckled and grabbed his paws, directing them to finish undressing the fox. “You’re easily distracted.” Wyatt said. “I like your body, you’re so much smaller than me.” Clinton finished pulling the shirt off the fox and began undoing the belt holding his jeans up. The fennec’s red member was already poking out of its sheath, sure it wasn’t as big as his own, but it looked much more usable. He thought that if he had the fox’s size, then he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting anyone. “See something you like?” “I do.” Clinton rubbed the tip of the member with his fingers. “Well, then show it some love.” Wyatt pulled the horse’s head closer to his crotch with a gentle paw on his ear. Clinton pressed his snout into the space above the sheath and breathed. Wyatt always smelled like dirt and plants and sweat, but here was something spicier and warm that vaguely reminded him of molasses cookies. He hummed happily and stuck out his tongue, letting it lick over the head of the shaft and the pre that was already leaking out of the tip. Wyatt forced his head all the way down the shaft, but having such a long muzzle meant Clinton didn’t gag, and walked forward. He felt the fox get on the couch with him, twisting himself around until he had access to Clinton’s growing shaft. “Now see how a pro does it, try to learn a thing or two.” Clinton moaned as the fennec’s maw took the tip of his shaft in. He wasn’t at full mast, so the smaller mouth fit easily around the flared head of his shaft. He just kept going down and down, how did someone so small swallow his foot long shaft? The shaft in his own muzzle throbbed when the fox’s nose touched his balls. Bobbing his head when it was pinned to the couch cushion was not easy, so he relied on his broad tongue to tease and lick while he suckled. Wyatt’s maw was a delight, wet and tight, and it was clear that the fennec knew how to use it. He swallowed rhythmically on the shaft as he moved from medial ring to balls, one paw rubbing those balls while the other guided the cock in and out of his muzzle. Clinton was not used to this, he was getting close too soon, so he tapped the fox on the ass a few times to let him know. Wyatt gave the cock a few more moments in his throat before setting it free. “Fuck, you’re good at that.” Clinton said the moment his muzzle was empty. “Mmm, stay.” Wyatt said before getting off the horse and walking back to the bedroom. Clinton laid there on the couch recovering, trying to picture how all twelve inches of his shaft were inside that fox. “Here we are.” Wyatt said as he returned with a ceramic bottle. He poured some onto his paws and then grabbed Clinton’s cock in them, coating it in some slick lube. “Rufus’ homemade lube, I may have to buy more soon.” “Slower!” Clinton whinnied as his rod throbbed in the fennec’s paws. Wyatt was getting too good at pressing his buttons. “Steady now, I’m just getting ready for the main event.” Do all fox’s have a smile that mischievous or was it another reason why Clinton was falling for him? Wyatt made sure the horse cock was at least as slick with lube as it was with his spit before he reached between his cheeks and fingered his hole to lube it before standing on the couch. “You just lay right there and let me know when you’re about to cum.” Clinton was about to grab the fennec’s hips or paws to help steady him, but stopped at Wyatt’s instruction. Those cream cheeks were being split by his member and he groaned, that rim was still tight but gravity and the fox pushing down almost made an audible pop as the flared head popped into his ass. The horse couldn’t help but moan and reach up to touch the canine shaft that was bobbing in front of his face before his paw was grabbed by the cream one. “Uh uh, you don’t have permission to touch that.” Wyatt said before moaning as he sunk a few inches down. “I-I’m not going to last,” Clinton said. “No, you don’t get to cum until I say so, understand?” “Yessir.” Clinton had no idea if he could keep that promise. The fox sunk down his shaft again, and he moaned. It was so tempting to grab those hips and slam himself deep inside before unleashing his load, but he didn’t want to. He wanted Wyatt to lead, guide him through this, to ride him. He let out a snort. After weeks of riding a horse around, he was finally being ridden. “Oh fuck,” Wyatt said as he hit the medial ring, halfway there. Clinton felt him take a deep breath and let it out with a moan as he slid down a little more. He started pulling himself up and then let himself fall, sinking further down than he started. “I can see my cock through your belly.” Clinton reached for it. He rubbed through the fennec’s belly with a smile on his face as he watched it move. “Oh fuck… you like seeing what your cock is doing to me? Not content to just stretch me out, you love seeing the outline of your cock in my belly fur, huh?” Wyatt bounced harder as he spoke, letting out grunts and huffs between words. “Are you going to watch my belly fill with your seed?” “Please!” Clinton whimpered. “You’re going to make me…” Clinton saw Wyatt’s face curl into a mischievous grin, those cream paws grabbed the horse’s arms and pushed on them, the leverage let him bounce on that horsecock faster, harder, and deeper. Clinton watched the head of his shaft bulge out that belly and felt each squeeze from the fox. He couldn’t take it. “Please… Let me cum!” The horse begged. Wyatt growled and forced himself further down, and Clinton could feel the fennec taking more of his shaft in with each thrust. Would this fox not be satisfied until he’d taken it all? He pushed back on those smaller paws, trying to leverage the motions to let Wyatt take it. And in the next moment, he did. Those ass cheeks clapped against horse balls as the fox let out a moan. “Please… please… please….” Clinton whimpered, unable to stop himself as his cock throbbed hard enough to make the fennec wobble on top of him as it emptied his balls in that belly. “It’s okay, let it all out.” Wyatt said as he stroked his own shaft to the feeling of being so full and getting filled even more. By the time the horse had finished he came on the blue-grey chest, adding white spots to the dark ones and making Clinton whimper as that hole clenched down on his hypersensitive member. Wyatt collapsed on top of Clinton, laying there and waiting as they both came down from the sexual high. Clinton wrapped his arms around the fox. “Is it odd to say that this place feels more like home than the city ever did?” Clinton whispered as he held the fennec. “Nah, the city was just a place you could survive, here’s a place where you can live.”