Gone Camping with a Barebear
Gone Camping with a Barebear
All characters are copyrighted to me "Cole Winters" Story written at the request of Haku [Macromute].
The following story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between two men, with animal-like physical features. This content is for adults 18 years of age or older, and any people or persons who choose to read it take full responsibility for any offensive content they might find within. As the writer I am not liable for any issues readers might have with this story. If you have no desire to read about two guys fucking...leave now.
The afternoon sun was warm, squinting down on the wilderness where Harley and his friends had decided to go camping. The four boys had hiked up the side of a mountain a good 100 miles from their campus, using the last weekend of their summer vacation as a private get away to the wilds. Harley was the youngest boy on the trip, but nearly the biggest. He was a wrestler and body builder, and the males with him were all attending the same college as him. Derrick was Harleys mentor on the wrestling squad, an 11 foot mammoth of a cougar that had pecs the size of melons. Derrick carried half of the camping gear on his back, to compensate for his weaker friend Artie. Artie the grey wolf was Derrick's room-mate and friend, at a mere 5'9 he was the shortest of the boys. He wore glasses and enjoyed board games and video games; so camping really wasn't his favorite idea for a summer trip. That left Vince. Vince was a warm hearted dalmatian, studying to be a teacher for small children. He was Harley's room-mate and an average 6'1, with green/grey eyes and shaggy unevenly cut hair. Harley had a secret, and that was his desire to dominate and breed his friend Vince, and he had decided since starting the hike that during this camping trip he would do it. Harley easily could, being a huge 10'5 Red Panda with overpowering muscles, there was no way Vince could stop him. Even as the four boys set up camp Harley was constantly aroused in his hiking shorts, his long stiffened cock snaking down his left leg lewdly, though only Artie seemed to notice. If Vince and Derrick noticed his hardness they chose not to stare, and Harley was only slightly embarrassed, glowering at Artie's gaze to make the wolf look away with a blush.
Artie had just finished pounding in the last peg of his tent with a groan of discomfort, his Nintendo DS had run out of batteries halfway through the hike, and the sun was still hotly beaming down.
"Derrick! It's too hot!" the wolf complained in his whiney voice, making the 11 foot cougar perk up from across the camp where he was in the middle of chopping up a pile of wood with a hatchet, sweat dripping down his chest.
"Oh Artie.....I know that sour face. You forgot spare batteries didn't you!" Derrick teased his much smaller room-mate, thudding the hatchet down into the wood and crossing the camp, stepping over the bent form of Vince as he also finished setting up his tent. "Well, I can take you down to the watering hole, it's a short walk, but it's a beautiful waterfall fed pool we can cool off in. What do you say champ?"
"Oh god please! Anything to get out of these clothes and clean!" Artie complained, his clothes smelling of sweat and sticking to his form. The wolf was the most out of shape of all the boys, with a bit of a cute belly.
"I'll stay behind and finish setting up the fire..." Harley flicked his ears from his standing position, loving the warmth of Vince's voice.
"Uhm, I'll stay with Vince then" Harley offered quickly, eager to get some alone time with the dalmatian, and already his heart began to thud in his chest. "If I left him alone he'd probably get eaten by a bear!" Harley joked, though he was in actuality a panda...and Vince had a lot more to worry about than being eaten.
"Suit yourselves! We'll be back in an hour or two, depends on how much we enjoy our bath I suppose!" Derrick scooped Artie up over his shoulder like a fireman carrying a victim and the two disappeared into the brush together.
Finally Harley and Vince were alone, and as the sun began to settle closer to the horizon, the pair worked together to build the teepee for the fire. Vince casually removed his shirt, pulling the t-shirt up past his toned body, and working it off his arms and over his head. His hair was messy as he tossed the shirt onto his nearby backpack beside the entrance to his tent. Not to be left out, Harley also scrambled to peel off his shirt which was stuck damply to his muscled torso. In his rush the t-shirt caught on his elbow and tore slightly, which made Vince laugh at the much larger Red panda caught in his shirt.
"Need help?" Vince laughed softly as he approached, reaching up to help peel the shirt around Harleys massive biceps. Vince's scent filled Harley's nostrils, and he inhaled the sweaty musk of his friend greedily, though also embarrassed that Vince thought he needed help removing his shirt.
"Stupid shirt musta shrunk or sumthin" Harley complained trying to move away from Vince while he helped. "I can do it myself!" Harley insisted.
"Oh stop it Harley!" Vince laughed and stepped forward again reaching up the help.
"I SAID I CAN DO IT MYSELF!" Harley's shirt ripped into shreds as his arms flexed, and both sleeves split at the seams. The collar around his neck had also split and left the shirt ruined, hanging off of him in several pieces. Vince's eyes were wide, shocked and slightly concerned. He wasn't sure what to make of Harley's outburst, but he took a step back, recoiling away from his massive friend. His ears flattened softly, and his body language indicated that he was hurt by Harley's deep voiced shout.
"Uh....Sorry..." Harley started to say, cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment at his outburst. His sexual desire had changed his behavior and now he wasn't able to be his usual coolheaded self. Even now, in the awkward moment as the two boys stared at each other, Harley's cock throbbed readily in his shorts, reminding him of his desires every moment.
"Forget about it" Vince offered coldly, turning away from his friend toward the tent. "I'm sorry it ripped like that" Vince mumbled with his back turned. Harley now felt guilty, first for causing a scene with his friend, and second for enjoying the view of the Dalmatians rounded and firm rump. Harley's dark chocolate eyes followed that long canine tail as it wagged through the precut hole in the khaki shorts. Harley felt his body moving on its own and the 10 and a half foot panda was soon standing right behind his friend. The dalmatian was watching the sunset sorrowfully, and Harley couldn't help but loop warm thick arms around his chest from behind.
"I'm sorry I yelled..." Harley mumbled deeply, his words vibrating in his chest and against his smaller friends back. "I guess I just got embarrassed" Harley added gruffly, his arms firmly holding his smaller friends body, feeling the softness of his canine fur.
"It's ok big guy...I get embarrassed sometimes too." Vince smiled, as a hug was something that he didn't get very often. Vince had grown up in a poor living situation, with a workaholic father and a mother addicted to sleeping pills and the bottle. He hadn't been loved very much as a child and Harley seemed to know how to make him feel at ease. "Though..." Vince added almost as an afterthought. "Why were you embarrassed about taking off your shirt in front of me? We are both guys and I have seen you without a shirt on before..." Vince teased playfully. Harley froze, his arms still firmly wrapped around the object of his sexual frustration, feeling the soft fur and being exposed to the smaller males scent. Was it weird? Did Vince figure out his secret?! He had to cover somehow! Could he still cover?!
"Uhm...I...uh....I thought I might smell bad?" Harley lied terribly, though he was a bit sweaty from the hike so it wasn't exactly a terrible concept for a lie.
"Oh..." Vince thought about that for a moment. "Well...if that was the case you probably should have gone to the pool with Derrick and Artie" Vince turned in the hug to face the much larger panda. "Though...for the record..." Vince's nose sunk softly into Harley's chest fur, pressing warmly against the muscles of his abdomen and pectorals. The sound of Vince inhaling through his nose sent shivers through Harley's whole body and his eyes narrowed dominantly at the sight. "You smell just fine....like you always do...Harley..." Vince was tempting fate, unknowingly as a lamb being led to slaughter.
".....Do you....like it?" Harley asked slowly, his voice deeper and concealing the growl in his throat. "The way I smell?" Harley's arms tightened around the much smaller canine, squeezing his 6 foot form. Vince reddened slightly, embarrassed by the question as he leaned his nose back, out of the Pandas chest fur.
"What?" Vince asked with a silly smile, as if trying to figure out the game or the joke in Harley's question. "Are you asking if I like the way you smell?" Vince's voice was near mocking...and it only made Harley's eyes narrow further.
"Well...?" Harley growled slightly and one massive paw lifted from the Dalmatians shoulder to the back of his head and forced the smaller boys head back into his chest fur...smearing the residue of his sweat all over his friends face. "I asked if you liked it Vince....answer me." Harley's cock pulsed again, eagerly as he got a little forceful with his friend....feeling the rush of power fill him with forbidden pleasure. Vince began a muffled protest as his face was forced back into the larger boy's chest and he mumbled an inaudible sentence. His canine paws pushed against the wall of muscle that was Harley's chest and he began to struggle slightly, though it was nothing Harley couldn't handle.
"H-Harley!" Vince protested...his gaze angry and somewhat frightened by Harley's mean glare with those brown eyes. "Stop it man! You are taking the joke too far!"
"Too far?" Harley began to laugh deeply, lifting the dalmatian off his footpaws easily with his tree trunk thick biceps. "You haven't seen too far yet Vincey...." Harley began to move through the camp toward their shared tent, crouching low at the entrance and forcing Vince down onto the sleeping bags within. Vince punched at his chest and head, but Harley was quick and efficient deflecting the blows and ignoring the small pain he'd feel of Vince fighting him.
"HARLEY! FUCK OFF!" The canine yelled grunting in pain as his body slammed down on the sleeping bags, the panda's huge paw knocking the wind from him as he landed. Harley tore a strip of his t shirt from his neck, the rest of the material coming off with it and landing on the ground between his legs. The strip he tore was quickly looped behind Vince's head and knotted in his mouth, a skill Harley was now thankful he learned in scouts as a child. The dalmatian bit at his thick fingers, and managed to get one bite in, sinking canine fangs into his palm, drawing blood before Harley could pull his hand away.
"No Biting...." Harley smiled crudely, lifting his paw to lick at the wound Vince had given him. "Dogs that bite get put down...is that what you want lil Vincey?" Harley was enjoying the thrill of domination, and his arousal only desired it more as it happened. Harley was trapped in the moment, and too far lust crazed to feel bad about what he was doing. Vince stared up at him with murderous hatred, a wild desperation for escape or struggle that was slowly giving way to fear. Seeing Harley hunched over him made him look bigger, and Harley blocked the whole tent exit with his bulk.
"Mmmph! GRRRRR.....MMMMMPH!" Vince muffled angrily and he sent a few kicks into Harley's gut. Harley reacted quicker and caught both the canines legs as they kicked, using the motion to lift and bend the legs at the knee, launching himself inside the tent like a beast possessed. Vince realized his mistake in kicking too late as his footpaws hit the tent ceiling and his legs were split apart on the pandas broad shoulders, now pinned by the weight of his friend's massive body. Vince growled with hostility his hand paws now clawing at the panda's arms and head, catching him in the face and leaving little scratch marks across his friend's cheek. Harley roared in anger at the wound and backhanded the dalmatian with his clenched mitt, sending Vince into orbit, glazed and seeing stars.
Harley didn't waste anymore time, and took advantage of Vince's temporary stun to strip his hiking shorts, freeing his beast of a manhood from a strained jockstrap. He used his musk dripping jock strap stained with his ball sweat to blindfold Vince's face and nose, and hurried to use some cord from the sleeping bags beneath them to bind the canine's wrists above his head. Vince was coming back to earth, the daze weakening from the blow...but could only see darkness. He became aware he was blindfolded, and that the object blindfolding him was also rank with Harleys scent, the musk filling his nose with every breath he took. He was scared now, unable to fight as he felt the cord digging into his bound wrists behind his head.
"Mmmph....mmmmhmm..." Vince's whimpering was a sign of defeat and he struggled less...hoping that Harley would view it as victory and stop his assault.
"What's that bitch? I can't hear you" Harley growled dominantly, and spanked the Dalmatians khaki covered ass lifted and displayed for his hungry eyes. "You want me to what?" Harley teased as his big paws began to tug the sides of the canines shorts down; dragging them up toned and creamily spotted thighs. "Naughty boy." Harley murred jeeringly as the shorts began to slip off his friends form.
"MMMMMMMMPH..." Vince protested in a whiney tone, much like something Artie might do. Vince could feel his shorts being removed and he began to squirm and kick once more, but half-heartedly at best. Behind the blindfold jockstrap, Vince's pretty eyes began to water; partly because of the musk, and partly because he was beginning to cry. Tears began to flow and he began to sob audibly, his shoulders shaking as he cried pathetically beneath the male who was controlling him and dominating him.
"Awww.....Vince.....Don't cry..." For a moment Vince thought he heard the voice of his friend Harley, not the monster that was removing his clothes. "I promise I will make it good for you too..." the promise was a cold reminder for Vince as his khaki shorts came free of his slender ankles, which were gripped in powerful panda paws.
Vince felt the warm and wet sensation of a tongue on his ankle, and the growling nibbles and kisses of Harley's maw on his left calf and thigh. He tensed his leg and whined, his tears starting again, renewed by the false hope Harley had given him a moment before. The sensation on his thigh was unbelievably working in arousing his doggy cock, and despite Vince's outrage at being raped, his body indicated the stimulation was working. Soon Vince's baby blue briefs were tight and bulging lewdly, the tapered red tip of his arousal poking out toward his belly button. Harley didn't give Vince's body a chance to settle down, as he switched from thigh to thigh, nipping into the toned and musky sweat coated fur of his friends groin. Harley's tongue lashed out over the tented briefs, feeling the thick vein coated shaft hiding beneath the cotton treasure chest. The panda inhaled the scent of heaven from his captive's pubic fur and heavy ball sack, before eager teeth sunk into the briefs and began to snarl and tug. With little fight, the strained briefs tore to sharp predatory teeth, and Vince's arousal popped up, slapping Harley's nose and splashing his face with doggy precumm.
"What! No more fight left in you?" Harley teased as the cock slapped him, a powerful shaft of canine arousal. He'd give it a little kiss as his friends body was finally his to command, feasting on the bound and naked body of his room-mate. Harley released one of Vince's ankles and let it slump onto his shoulder again, digging into his sleeping bag to remove his camera. Vince would hear the clicking and sense the brightness of the flashes behind his jockstrap blindfold, and he began to protest with whimpers again, trying to hide his body by bending and rolling to the side. Not willing to allow this Harley forced Vince back into position and continued photographing his friend's naked body, getting shots of the swollen pink cock, the heavy balls between twin thighs, and the spotted creamy fur. The sweat moistened pucker hidden under that long dalmatian tail was given extra attention, Harley even going as far as to hoist Vince's midsection from the sleeping bag bed to get a better shot.
"My oh My Puppy....look at how photogenic you are!" Harley rumbled with a deep chuckle, tossing the camera aside and edging further into the tent. The afternoon was growing colder, and Harley guessed that he didn't have much longer before Artie and Derrick arrived back from the swimming hole. Harley looked down between his own naked thighs and marveled at the sheer size of his hard cock, which had been pulsing with need all day leading up to this moment. It was a thing of beauty surely, thick and long as his forearm. Veins coated its surface, and it bobbed in the air with his powerful heartbeat. Softball sized twin orbs hung heavily between his crouched legs and he thrust into the air to see them pendulum swing.
"So....answer me now....Vince..." Harley murred deeply, his overwhelmingly sized form hunching in closer over his friend's body, lifting Vince further into position. "Do...you....like..." Vince shuddered at the wet warmth of a tongue on his tail hole, making him shudder and whimper in shock. "The...way...I...smell..." Harley spoke each word slowly, and drool dripped from his lips to splash messily on his canine friends pucker. Harley tongued it again to smear the saliva around the tight pucker, tasting his friends sweat in the crevice of his firm rump. Vince gasped and his body arched and wriggled uselessly, the sensations new and not entirely unpleasant; dog cock pulsing and swelling in response.
"......." There was silence for a moment as Harley waited for an answer from his silent captive, allowing Vince a moment of rest as he stopped his kissing and licking of that virgin tail hole.
"DO YOU LIKE IT!?" Harley roared impatiently, paws gripping and spreading Vince's thighs roughly, pinning his knees up near his chest. The shock of Harley's anger and the feeling of panda claws digging crudely into his thighs made Vince whimper and nod weakly.
"mmmmhmmmm" he nodded pathetically in response, tears having soaked the jockstrap blindfold and dripped down his dalmatian face. Harley watched his victim nodding and agreeing helplessly and it swelled his cock to even greater sizes. Who knew domination and force could rile him up like this! Some might call him twisted, but at this moment Harley couldn't give two shits about the world and what it thought.
"Good...because I imagine you won't be able to smell like anything else....for well...at least a while." Harley's last words hung in the air, Vince's ears alert and understanding as he felt something firm and wide pressing against his tail hole.
Vince understood immediately what exactly it was pressing against his ass and he began to shout behind his gag, kicking with renewed vigor. Harley batted aside the footpaws that were kicking helplessly and concentrated on the task at hand. His cock didn't seem able to breach the Dalmatians ass and it was almost painful for him to be mashing it so roughly against that opening. Growling and impatient Harley was soon frustrated and getting nowhere, he even began to lose a bit of his erection at the difficulty he was having penetrating Vince. Unfortunately, Vince was instinctively clenching and making it more difficult and painful for them both, which annoyed Harley further. With a grunt of frustration Harley bent slightly in the cramped tent to lower his maw down to his friend's balls, licking at them sloppily and huffing hot breath over the delicate orbs. The panda's talented tongue caressed the broad underside of the canine shaft, tasting the vein coated knot that was growing by the second. Vince was still struggling, but the tongue felt wet and hot on his arousal, distracting him with waves of pleasure. As much as the canine was against what was happening, he was helpless to stop it, and the pleasure was very real despite being unwelcome. He groaned in protest and delight, toes curling from the sensation of his cock being licked, like his girlfriend usually did except better. Harleys tongue felt wetter, faster, and more eager as it pleasured him and his body began to relax and concede to the sensation. Harley monitored the Dalmatians body and felt that his rump had unwillingly unclenched in response to the attentions the panda was giving the swollen red cock against his lips. Without warning, Harley rammed his powerful hips forward and down, taking advantage of the unprepared tail hole to plow through it mercilessly. Harley cried out in delight, and Vince screamed out a muffled strangled cry of pain, harmonious in a twisted sort of way. Harley abandoned his friend's needy arousal, ignoring his victims needs for the time being as he reveled in the immense tight warmth around his angry cock.
It took several minutes of effort for Harley to advance even the first 4 inches of his thick manhood past the once virgin sphincter, and he ignored Vince's childlike sputtering and whimpering. With every inch that forced deeper inside his room-mates rump Harley had to spit a new mess of saliva down onto his own cock, finding his ample precumm insufficient for lubrication. Vince's world spun, the pain so intense he couldn't even manage to keep crying, as it took all of his will to remain conscious. He could feel Harley's arousal inside him, violating him like a burglar breaking into a home. The beating throb in time with the panda's heartbeat....the veins and pulses of need. Vince wondered for a short moment if this is what it felt like for a girl, and felt bad for rushing his girlfriend into it. Thoughts of that vanished quickly however as Harley forced another inch into his friend's colon.
"MMMPH!" Vince's body trembled all over, his rump screaming in silent protest, legs numb from being held up for so long in paws that squeezed his thighs so hard he thought he'd have hand prints imbedded in his flesh for eternity. His heart raced, and he panted heavily behind his gag and blindfold, sweat dripping down on him from above, indicating that Harley too was feeling the heat of their intercourse. Harley watched unblinking as Vince's body responded to him wordlessly, the subtle arch of his back to relieve the pain in his rump. He witnessed the long tail he'd admired for so long trembling, and Vince's wrists still tightly bound above his head rubbed ragged and bleeding a little bit. In that moment, Harley had just over half of his cock buried into Vince's rump...but he needed more. Somewhere deep down, under the layers of pent up sexual frustration, the Harley that Vince knew and cared for was cowering, afraid of the consequences and wanting to save Vince from himself. If Harley was conscious of the pain he was inflicting, his face showed no remorse or sign of regret. His eyes were lust filled blazes of hunger; his claws dug into the Dalmatians thighs as if he was afraid he would wake up from a dream and Vince would vanish from the impalement he now endured. Instinctively, Harley hoisted Vince into a higher position and three of the remaining inches surged inside with one thrust.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!"
'OH FUCK!" Vince let out a second muffled scream of agony, while Harley roared out in pleasure at the feeling of Vince's body give in to him and allow near all of his raging arousal access to the promised land. The hellish pain that Vince was unwillingly subjected to was a heavenly pleasure coveted by the larger male. Harley had never imagined that Vince would take so much of him, so deep within his bowels of heated warmth. All the nights he had masturbated in his dorm room, a mere 4 feet away from his sleeping room-mate could not have prepared him for the satisfaction that surged through his veins. Harley's eyes glazed over as he stared downward at the sheer girth of his own pride as it stretched the battered canine's tail hole, with only an inch and a half of his cock still withheld entrance. Harley used his overpowering muscled arms to force the canine's claw-marked thighs further apart and he arched his footpaws to give him more leverage. With that motion Harley groaned out a long happy grunt of pleasure, feeling the last bit of his monstrous cock muscle its way in to the overstuffed puppy rump.
Perhaps in the first form of mercy since the rape began, Harley took a few moments to rest, allowing the overwhelmed canine to catch his breath. The pain in Vince's rump had become a numb throbbing ache, and he was now aware of the pain on his wrists and the fact that he had chewed on his own tongue and cheek during the initial penetration. Almost to his shame, he could still feel his semi-aroused cock pulsing, though admittedly the pain of being fucked had caused it to shrink noticeably. Vince winced as sharp panda claws slowly loosened their iron grip on his scratched thighs, and he felt his legs lower gently to rest on broad shoulders. The canine's mind swam, seeking to escape from the torment of this situation, but unable to ignore or forget the throbbing invader in his guts. He vaguely felt a paw releasing the cords on his wounded wrists, and his arms fell limply once the bindings were cast aside. Vince flinched; turning his face away from the brush of a huge paw while trembling pathetically, even as the knot on the gag was loosened. Harley grunted again in sheer pleasure and gave a soft buck of his hips to remind Vince exactly who was in control of the situation, as the gag slowly slipped free.
"Do you feel me puppy..." Harley asked, in a relatively cool-headed voice, as if he was taking satisfaction in the position they were in. "Deep in you....part of you..."
"...................H-Harley..." Vince's tongue ached and his mouth stung, lips dry from being gagged as he hoarsely croaked an answer. "Harley...y-you....bastard. You...fuck - fuck........fucker..." Harley chose to silence Vince again with his lips, instead of the saliva soaked gag. The kiss was rougher than it needed to be, muffling Vince's protests as the kiss endured. Vince drowsily got the idea to bite down on the pandas tongue, but the throbbing ache of the cock wedged in his ass warned him against such an action. As the kissing lasted, Harley seemed to get annoyed and eventually he bit down on Dalmatians tongue lightly.
"Kiss me back." Harley ordered; his voice gruff and demanding as his hips promised pain with a little hunch, warning Vince of the penalty for refusing. Slowly, Vince began to apply what little effort he could muster into returning the affectionate kissing, sloppily following orders despite his reluctance. As Vince's mind continued to seek some sort of escape, his body clicked into autopilot, and the kissing grew more focused and accurate. Vince felt the world moving around him as the kissing continued wetly, feeling the warmth of the panda's chest pressed against him, and the power in the arms that now looped around his back and supported him in the upright position. Harley maneuvered Vince's rag-doll legs gently to help keep his panda cock fully impaled inside the canine's colon, feeling every twitch and shudder deep within Vince's tormented body. To Harley's surprise Vince was actually getting better at kissing, and with each rough kiss Vince's maw seemed to grow more passionate and receptive.
"I've always..." The sloppy kisses continued, breaking up Harley's confession. "Wanted to" A groan of delight slipped from Harley's lips as he was beginning to feel the pressure of the tightness on his cock. "Take you..." Vince's arms sought a way to ease the pain and discomfort of the position, and found solace by wrapping around the Panda's thick neck, balancing some of his weight on Harley's shoulders, instead of all of it resting on his cock. Harley felt the vulnerability in Vince's arms, the childlike whimper from his throat as the panda's mighty fuck stick throbbed within him. "I've always wanted.....to love you." Suddenly Harley felt the surge of guilt that was sure to come after committing such a crime, and his lust filled craze began to fade. Harley was moments from climax, without even having to thrust or go through the motions. The pleasure he attained from raping and dominating his friend was unrivaled, and though it began to fade, the guilt of his actions couldn't interfere with the instincts of his body. Vince felt the world moving again, he felt gravity taking him and the soft landing in the familiar muscles of his room-mates well developed chest. The world was moving, as in his troubled and trauma skewered mind Harley literally was his world. Vince saw blackness; it had been dark so long behind his musky smelling blindfold that he began to see moving shapes in the shadow. His mind wandered aimlessly now, in a way it had succeeded in its desire to escape. If he heard Harley's confession of love, he didn't or couldn't acknowledge it...How could he acknowledge it? Harley pulled the blindfold off and light flooded in to Vince's world...He opened his tearless grayish eyes to stare into deep chocolate ones.
The remaining moments of their intercourse was near silent, as Vince lay motionlessly upon the chest of his room-mate, staring up at those chocolate eyes and feeling the softly urgent mini thrusts and pulses of the arousal within him. He felt his own dog cock, stirred back to arousal by the friction against Harley's abdomen; the pulsing of his own heartbeat, which was oddly slow given the situation. How could he be so calm? The anger and violation he felt before had subsided, to a dark place...no to the dark place. The darkness behind the blindfold. Below him, wasn't a monster, no! It was Harley, and Harley's gaze wasn't cruel or mean, when Vince's body trembled and Harley's arms tightened warmly, comfortingly. Vince gasped softly at the warm flood deep within him, the feeling of Harley's manhood depositing its milky treasure as far in as it could. The splashing heat pummeled and drowned his sensitive beaten prostate and his own hips flexed in response. Jets of Dalmatian cumm spattered and matted the panda's chest fur; Vince's back arched with its last ounce of orgasm derived energy. Harley sensed he had done something unforgivable, and his guilt swelled as the bliss of orgasm subsided. His chocolate eyes quivered with the urgent need to apologize, to atone some way and salvage a friendship that was surely in tatters. Surely such an experience could shatter the framework of someone's mind, and Harley recalled stories about girls getting raped who never recovered from the experience. Vince's stare hadn't left his own since the blindfold was removed, and the violated canine saw the agony in the panda's eyes, the pain that he justly should be feeling was being stolen by the very man that had raped him. Vince could feel the horror in that brown stare, the shame of guilt and recklessness; he saw the promise of apology in them as they embraced in silence, the gurgle of cumm leaking out of his bruised rump, the cock that had stolen his virginity beginning to shrink. Desperate with regret, Harley opened his maw stammering...to somehow make Vince understand his remorse, and as a pair of footsteps approached...Vince spoke first...a canine paw softly caressing the Panda's cheek as Harley stammered to find the words.
"It's ok Harley...shhh...Everything is going to be ok...I'm sorry...shhh"