Cats and Wyverns of the Forest

Story by Starallon on SoFurry

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I haven't submitted anything in a LONG time. This was a sudden little writing for a friend who plays a character in a D&D campaign I'm in. She has an innocent but very cute, and very lethal, cat person hunter. She was feeling a bit needy and had talked about her desires toward some wyvern's we used for a time on part of our adventure and how much she wanted to have a little fun with them. So I wrote a story for her, short, to the point, and simple lewdness to it all. I could have built up story and extended things out but I just wanted some simple, easy, rough feral on feline action dealing with heat. So enjoy and comment if you enjoy it. Who knows how long it'll be till I write something more that I feel up to posting! Just a little fun thing, please enjoy!


The huntress had been tracking the large hoofed tracks now for a couple of hours. She was nearing the edge of a mountain range as she hid in the bushes. There was her prey before her. Her tail twitched lightly, the long tail of white fur and black spots stood out a bit among the green of the forest. Her whiskers twitched and feline eyes stared ahead from the brush as the giant boar snorted and pawed at the earth.

Then the breeze shifted and suddenly the boar's head perked up with a snort and looked directly at her in the bushes. With a snarl and Reeee of anger the beast charged directly for her hiding place. Her swords out at the ready to take down the beast, the spirit of the huntress glinting in her eyes.

She dodged aside, slashing the beasts side and rolled, nearly trampled by the boar at least four times her size. He smashed into a tree sending the echoing thunder as it crashed among the nearby mountains and through the woods. With a reddish glint of anger in his eyes the boar turned and charged again. Her blades slashed as she danced but was slightly to slow, the force of the boar hitting her and knocking her hard and back against a tree with a cry of pain.

Her vision blurred for a moment as she looked up and prepared to steady herself from another charge. Shadows danced around her from the trees and clouds as the boar stamped the earth and started in once again. She held up her blades at the ready...

But the boar never collided. Instead the sounds of a roar from above and crash through trees and brush was heard and talons sinking deep into the flesh of the boar. It let out a shriek of pain as the wyvern's talons dug in deep, piercing the beasts heart even as the wyvern's tail sunk over and over into the flanks of the boar, sending poison coursing through the animal. The sound of a cracking neck is heard as the Wyvern's jaws clamped down on the beast and with a twist broke the boar's neck before rending blood and flesh in a hungry chewing mess.

It was then he sniffed the air a bit more and looked around and his eyes fell on the feline huntress who was simply watching the fight. She smiled and called out to him "Hazelnut! It's you! You escaped from those cultists!" She said and walked forward as she sheathed her blades, moving toward him without fear.

His nostrils flared once more and a guttural growl was heard. He lept from his prey and at her. She held up her paws for a moment as the beast landed on her, snuffling her and then licks and nuzzles over her body and nips at her. "Hazelnut! I missed you too!" She said as she was licked and she patted his snout and over him.

Then the wyvern's playful licks turned into nips, nips at her armor as he started to pull off pieces. The feline giggled a little despite the damage as the beast flung the pieces of armor to the side and then his snout was between her legs. His forked tongue lashing out while his nostrils flared and rubbed at the moist and fluffy mound between her legs. Her giggles turned quickly into lewd moans as the sensation reminded her that she had been in heat, her reason for hunting to distract from the sensation and yet here was an opportunity for relief.

She was going to take it for all he'd offer too.

She let out pleasured mewls and squirmed a bit, the Wyvern's tongue far larger than anything she was used to, as she was tongue plowed by that large beast. The tongue sliding in and out and pressing to her insides, drinking the heat laden juices of the feline huntress. Any thoughts of the pain she had recently taken were gone now and being replaced by the pleasures of her friend and mount from when they had flown together. She eagerly spread her legs and petted his head to encourage him more, her hips thrusting up to each lick. He may be a beast but he was an intelligent one and he could sense the pleasure on his companion's body and face, those intelligent but feral eyes looking to her as he licked and sniffed.

Though as with all beasts they to have needs. Even as she felt her body nearing a peak and release he stopped and reared up for a moment and showed off his own goods. There between his hind legs was a throbbing shaft of red meat dripping with fertile wyvern pre that ran down the length and added glistening to his slit. He licked his lips and let out a crooning call into the air, a call that those familiar to wyverns would recognize as the sound of one about to claim a mate and dare not anyone interrupt him.

The feline saw what he needed and wanted and rose to her knees and crawled forward. First she put paws to that shaft and then tongue, the thing far larger than anything she'd dealt with and so impressive. The little ridges, the slight curve to it and tapered tip. She nuzzled her furred face against the length and let her snow leopard tongue caress him before taking the tip into her muzzle. She took what she could, lapping and sucking as the beast looked down and crooned at her. Long wings spread to keep balance as his musky and strong pre coated her tongue and his scent strong over her.

The wyvern let out a cry as he thrust into her mouth a few times, roughly at first but then more gently as he looked down to her. A guttural growl happening again as his eyes looked to her from above, watching her pleasure him there on her knees and worship his shaft. As wyverns go he was definitely well endowed and should be far to much for the feline and yet he watched as her throat would bulge some as she took more and more into her mouth. His nostrils flared though and he reached down at her hind quarters with his long neck and gave her little nips, insistently, and a little growl vocalized to her.

She slowly withdrew that shaft and let out a little mewl as she got onto all fours. She knew what she needed and also knew what he wanted. Her several foot long tail rose up as she spread her legs apart and looked back to him with a bit of a nod of assurance. Her feminine lips were puffy and wet with her heat and spread all the more thanks to the liberal tongue twister he'd been giving her earlier. She wanted everything he could give to her, right now.

He growled and moved forward as he lined up that shaft of his. The tapered tip pressing to her feminine entrance, teasing at that dripping flower and over her petals for a moment before he pressed inside. He filled her so easily and yet so much more could go in. He huffed as she let out a moan and nodded to him again in reassurance. It was the final thing he needed. He pressed forward.

Her belly bulged as suddenly leather scaled hips smacked to her backside and his shaft pressed in far deeper than it should have. There was a mewl of pleasure and pain mixed from her, but she loved it both and quivered beneath the strength of the great beast. She was being taken as a beast herself and he lined up as he pulled out and slammed in again, rocking her body back and forth as he started into a rough rhythm inside her.

Her panting became strong along with mewls turning into meowls of pleasure. Her insides would try to clench on the massive shaft plunging her depths but she was stretched to her fullest. From the outside her belly would expand and pull back over and over with each thrust. Her long tail curling onto the side of the Wyvern, encouraging that she was in a good place. So was the wyvern...

The torrent came quickly. Few beasts were known for their stamina as he continued to plow amidsts torrents of his musky, hot, sticky wyvern cum started to bloat her belly, filling her heat addled womb and mind. She let out a cry of pleasure, nearly loosing her footing on all fours as her own body shook, feeling that cum and finding her release as well. Shaking in delight and mewling as her insides flooded with that heavy loads of wyvern cum.

Yet even after a good thirty seconds he wasn't done. She already looked a little gravid from the load as he pulled out, sending spatterings of cum over her backside and back and then he decided to fill yet one more hole of hers, the tailhole right there that he had left unfilled. His spurting shaft pressed creating lube of his salty and musky love juices and then pressed inside, slamming deep into her tailhole and to the hilt again. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and main as her feline cunny dripped out a steady stream of cum to the ground, her thighs soaking in the musky scent of love juices as he continued to pump into her depths.

He bit the back of her neck possessively for a moment as he just held there, finishing his load nearly a minute later and pulling out. Both of her hind entrances dripping musky and gooie wyvern cum down and her fur was matted from his spunk. She collapsed as she was released, breathing deep and gasping from pleasure. The wyvern planted small licks on her and little nibbles as he settled beside her and spread a wing over like a blanket and looked around protectively. He was truly hers now and she was his. He rested and crooned at her as soon enough he'd be ready for another round.

Thoughts of the Wyvern started to run through the felines head as she remembered a little bit about them. Most wyverns generally mated five times a day during each day of their heat. She managed to smile with that thought. It was going to be a very fun week ahead. Maybe he had a cave somewhere.