Out Bush
Out Bush
An Eastern Grey Kangaroo reclined on her side by a small fire. She had light grey, almost white fur down her front while much darker grey fur covered her back and face. She lay in the red sand in the long shadows of Eucalyptus trees as night fell. Nothing could ever quite match the night sky on a cloudless night out bush, hundreds of kilometres from another soul. She found it easy to understand why some people dedicated their entire lives to studying the night sky in all its celestial beauty.
The kangaroo was wearing a thin shirt and heavy shorts, the light gear appropriate for the bush walking along the edge of the desert she was so fond of. While she normally wore form fitting rubber under-pads on her large three toed feet to protect her from the harsh bush terrain, she had slipped the protectors off after she had set up camp. Stretching her long feet out she sighed in solitary contentment as she rolled onto her back, taking in the night sky in all its magnificence. While the kangaroo enjoyed her long treks into the wilderness alone, solitude did have certain . . . . drawbacks. She felt her clawed paw creep up her inner thigh as she wondered if there were any large, muscled stockmen about. Or maybe a hardy foreign backpacker . . .
Her silent musings were interrupted by the rough sounds of a large creature bumbling through the underbrush in the darkness. Her large tubular ears shot erect, rotating to focus on the sound. Sitting up, she observed the darkness, her night vision ruined by the small camp fire. She wasn't overly concerned, after all it wasn't like there were any bears or other large predators out here. Besides, by the sounds of it the only predation this creature did was on tranquillity.
"Oh for fuck's sake, that's not a bush that's a friggin weapon! Why is everything out here trying to kill me!?" A exasperated, raspy voice emanated from a dark shape looming into the fire's light. At the last moment it tripped on a fallen branch, landing with a painful-sounding thud in front of the kangaroo.
She had to suppress a laugh at his predicament as he sat up, rubbing his snout.
"Um .... hi." He moaned painfully.
"Hello." She returned.
"I saw the light of your fire, and I'm lost so . . ."
"Yeah, I can see that." She hoped her mirth was not evident in her voice.
Now that he was sitting in the firelight, the kangaroo got a good look at her visitor. He was a dingo with light rusty coloured coat covering his back, limbs, and bushy tail while creamy white fur covered his face and chest. He was lean and fit but not overly muscled, like a runner or casual swimmer. His dirty white tee shirt had been cramped into his shorts and he wore a tired, almost defeated expression. Grit and bits of foliage dotted his dirty fur.
"You don't happen to have any water do you?" He said with a dry cough.
"Hang on." She withdrew a bottle of water from her pack on the ground. She lobbed it towards him. It promptly bounced off his chest and rolled away. She had to hold her muzzle shut to contain a bout of laughter as he scurried after the rolling bottle. Popping it open, he devoured the nourishing fluid in great deep gulps.
"So you're lost?" she commented as he wiped his dry muzzle. "Don't you have a phone? GPS? A map?"
"To tell the truth, It was kind of a spontaneous trip." He had the decency to look sheepish as he added "Someone said I couldn't. So I did. Well . . . tried." His bushy tail gave a small, submissive wag.
She could only sigh as she held her head in one clawed paw. "When is someone expecting you to be back?"
"Not till tomorrow. Is that important?"
"Good. That means no massive, expense, search and rescue operations. You may as well stay here for tonight. I'll lead you back to a road tomorrow."
The dingo exhaled in relief. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"You damn well better. Morons like you die out here you know!"
"I know. I know, I deserve it. I'm sorry." At least he sounded sincere.
"I thought you dingos were meant to be all nature savvy." She said as she tossed a twig on the fire.
"Not the inner city kind of dingo." He said with a sigh. "That said, I do see why people come out here. It's so remote, but not in a bad way. Like everything is separate, all the worries of the world don't matter. You're really your own man out here . . . I mean woman. I mean . . ."
"I know what you mean. It's almost like you're on a whole other world when you're out here." She swept her gaze upward at the night sky.
"Yeah. Listen." The dingo kneeled besides her as he took her paw in his, levelling a grateful gaze into her large, soft brown eyes. "I can't really express . . . I mean, you're right. I could have died out here. I don't think I can ever repay you."
She held his gaze. He seemed honest, if foolhardy. He also wasn't unattractive. She was reminded of the mood he had ruined. "I can think of one way . . ." she softy said as she looked him over. "You really mean what you said? About this being a separate world, free from all the complications of life?"
"Absolutely. I've never felt so free in my life. Free to fail too, I guess." He chuckled awkwardly.
She placed her other paw over his bare chest, pushing him backward until he was lying on his back in the sand as she followed him down.
"Um, whoa, OK . . ." he said in surprise.
She placed a claw over his lips. "Are you saying no?" As she traced her claw down his jawline, he vigorously shook his head.
"Good. Because, the way I see it . . ." She continued down his neck and over his chest, the pointed tip of her digit leaving a deep furrow in his fur. " . . . . you somewhat owe me. Sometimes when I'm out here all alone I . . . . enjoy my own company. Something you so rudely interrupted." Her paw continued over his stomach in its slow, eternal journey downward, pressing down just hard enough to dig into his skin through his thin coat. Her soft brown eyes had an almost predatory glint as she shifted backward, now lying with her head between his legs. "As there seems to be a dearth of sweaty stockmen or adventurous backpackers, lost hikers will have to do."
"Yes. Yes they will." He said breathlessly as he intently watched her hook and then lift the hem of his shorts with one claw, emitting a sharp intake of breath as her other paw slid into his shorts. He felt her press against his soft sheath with her paw as she moved downward, only stopping when she cupped both of his testicles in her clawed paw. The dingo murmured, feeling his arousal rising as she rolled the orbs in her paw.
"I've heard that canine scrotal tissue is extremely sensitive. It that true?" She asked casually as she looked up at him from between his legs. The dingo could only nod in agreement. He could feel the warmth of her paw and her coarse paw pads as she continued to fondle him. The predatory glint in her large eyes seem to intensify. "Good." She said softly as a dark smile split her muzzle. The dingo suddenly winched in pain as she clenched her fist. "I wonder what they look like. Bum up!" When he didn't immediately obey, she dug her claws once more into his tender scrotal tissue. He hurriedly lifted himself off the ground, allowing her to pull his shorts and undergarments over his hips.
His rear returned to the ground as she pulled his legs upward, peeling both his shoes and socks off along with the shorts before tossing them to the side. Unknown to the dingo, every item she pulled of him landed neatly in the fire.
"There. Much better. Much, much better." She murmured as she sunk once more down between his spread legs. The dark, soft velvety skin of his sheath was slowly filling with his growing member. Her nostrils were filled with the thick musk of the male, the scent screaming strong, young and healthy, with a sharp hint of growing desire. She felt her own growing need as the dingo tensed, feeling her clawed paw once more make contact with the soft tissue of his ball sack, but this time she merely dragged the pointed tips of her digits over the delicate skin. Her other paw run up his soft sheath, caressing the growing member encased within before placing a single claw over the entrance of his sheath. Forcing her claw into the sheath, she pulled the elastic tissue gently a few times. The dingo squirmed as the foreign invader forced the skin to stretch as the tip of her claw make contact with his flaccid penis. The Kangaroo removed her paw and replaced it with her muzzle. The dingo gasped as he felt her small hot tongue penetrate his sheath's opening. She twisted her hot flesh around, pushing at the sheath's walls as her tongue ran over the growing tip of his penis.
The dingo groaned as he felt his rapidly expanding cock grow into her warm muzzle. Her hot tongue danced over the now free pointed tip of his canine penis while her firm lips enveloped the red shaft. At each lap of her tongue over his sensitive tip, she lightly squeezed his testicles with her paw. The combined spike of pleasure and pain shot throughout his body.
The discomfort of his testicles seemed to be no deterrent to his growing penis. It continued to enlarge, expelling a constant stream of precum as the kangaroo's other paw wrapped itself around his shaft. She finally released his balls with one last squeeze before changing her grip, now clenching the very top of his sack with her thumb and forefinger. As she slowly moved her clenched digits downward, forcing his testicles into a smaller and smaller space, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her mouth. Using her tongue to guide his cock in her mouth, she run the tip over the ridges of her mouth and teeth. As she reached his deflated knot, she reversed the action while sucking his sensitive length. Her soft, warm inner cheeks rolled over his sides as her teeth stimulated his precum leaking tip.
The growing pain from his trapped testicles demanded that he throw her off him, but the intense pleasure from her mouth insisted he grasp her head and beg for more. The two extremes of bliss and discomfort almost seemed to blend together, reaching a deep combined intensity. He emitted a low groan as he utterly lost himself in the strange sensation, his repeatedly clenching paws leaving deep furrows in the sand.
The dingo released a breath he didn't know he was holding as she released his sack as her warm mouth rose up his now fully erect length one last time. With great, slow caution she allowed the tip of his cock to slip from her muzzle before rising into a standing position. The dingo lay, wet erection exposed to the cold night air as he watched her begin to undress. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt she lifted it over her head, flinging it into the darkness. Her shorts soon followed her shirt, revealing the kangaroo's athletic build, the result of a dedicated hiker. Her furred stomach was partially hidden by her large pouch while her moist sex glistened in the firelight, demanding attention. From one paw dangled her purple panties.
The naked kangaroo returned to the excited dingos legs. She crawled over him, her rough fur gliding over his penis and stomach as she brought her muzzle level with his own. She brought the paw holding her wet panties up to his snout, pushing it over his dark wet nose. The Dingo's eyelids fluttered as he inhaled deeply, taking in her personal scent from the warm, damp underwear. As he breathed through the wet material, she placed her muzzle over his. He parted his canine lips over her muzzle, and was rewarded with a sudden mouth full of warm liquid. He suddenly realized that she had been holding his precum in her mouth the entire time she was disrobing. As the mix of his own precum and her saliva flooded into his mouth, the dingo attempted to spit out the liquid. As soon as he widened his muzzle she drew the panties over his maw, pulling his head up as she tied the ends behind his head. The body of her wet panties covered his tongue as his own precum filled the back of his mouth.
"I don't swallow. I'm sure you understand." She said with a grin as she licked her lips, tasting the residual pre. She moved forward, shifting her weight to hover over his chest. Her large, thick tail running over his still erect cock and sore balls. "But you do, don't you?"
The dingo could only manage a muffled response as he attempted to hold the liquid in his mouth and talk around the panties.
"Don't you?" She said with more force as she sat on his chest. The rapidly growing weight on his lungs forced a quick response from the dingo. He took a quick breath through his nose before he nodded, swallowing. "Good boy." She said in satisfaction as she ran one paw over his ears. She shifted her weight again, this time moving her hips forward to bring her damp neither lips up to his muzzle, murmuring as his hot breath buffered her sensitive lips. Her scent was think and heavy, both on his tongue and in his nostrils. She placed her paws on either side of his head as she ground his snout into her sex.
"I'd tell you to have a taste, but your tongue seems otherwise engaged." she giggled before letting in a small, sharp intake of breath as his cold nose run over her clitoris. "So I guess I will just have to make do. Oh, good boy!" She said as the dingo, his tongue straining through the material of her panties, caressed her outer lips. She moaned as his hot breath washed over her while he lapped at her through the panties.
"Good boy." She said again, ruffling his ears. "But I think I want something a bit more fulfilling now." She moved backwards over him, leaving his muzzle fur matted in her juices and her wet panties gagging him. The thick fur under her tail dragged across his cock, which sprung out from under her as she moved over it. With one paw she grasped the warm organ, guided the tip to her needy entrance.
"Good boy." She moaned as she lowered herself onto the the thick canine cock. The dingo could only agree with a moan of his own as her lips enveloped his length. His paws moved to her hips as she hilted him inside herself. The pleasure of their mating flowed through the kangaroo as his large length forced her open and filled her as she gripped it tightly.
Her walls seemed to cling to him as she lifted herself off his wonderful cock with a moan of bliss. The dingo bit down on the panties, forcing more of her fluid into his mouth as the same organ that produced it plunged back down on his erect penis. She emitted a content murmur as she ground her hips into his, feeling his rough fur run over her clit as his organ pulsed inside her. She began a steady, slow rhythm, rising and impaling herself on the dingo as he rose to meet her each fall. Each thrust sent a wave of ecstasy through her body as his thick member slid into her wet entrance. The Dingo's steady stream of grunts mixed with her soft moans as the pair rutted in the firelight.
But something was missing. That extra punch that always brought her to the most intense orgasms.
The Kangaroo took one of the dingos paws and placed it over her pouch. She forced the digits into her pouch as her other paw dragged a single claw roughly over her clit. The dingo felt the small, hard teats in her pouch as he gently ran his claw over one of the nipples. In response, the Kangaroo grunted in frustration. "No. Harder!" she commanded firmly. The paw that had guided him to her pouch landed on his chest, forcefully dragging across his front. The claws bit into him. If he didn't have a covering of fur under her claws he was sure they would have drawn blood.
Something glinted and caught the distracted dingo's eye. By the fire, just within arms reach was a metal button. One paw harshly twisted one of her hard pouch nipples, an action that elicited a cry of ecstasy from the kangaroo as her body shuddered. The sudden shock from her nipple shoot into her body, mixing with the pleasure of his cock to form a dark, exhilarating stimulation. The dingo reached out and plucked the button from the sand. As he expected, it was hot. Almost too hot to hold.
As he returned his paw to her waist, he twisted another teat, gaining another cry of pleasure from the kangaroo. With a willpower he didn't think he had, the dingo waited until the kangaroo was at the apex of her rise on his member, her small clit clearly displayed as his cock split her wet nether lips. He pressed the hot button directly onto her exposed clitoris.
The kangaroo screamed as her eyes glazed over. Intense heat seared through every nerve in her body as the incredible mix of extreme pain and pleasure she craved washed over her. The dark mix exceeded the peak of either alone, plummeting the kangaroo towards a gigantic orgasm. As her body shuddered in over stimulation, she grabbed the dingo's chest fur with both paws. Jerking him up, her hungry wild eyes locked with his "You will knot with me. Now!" She snarled, spittle flying from her muzzle.
The dingo was almost certain that she would tear him apart him if he didn't immediately comply. His paws moved to her hips as he pushed her over onto her back. From this position he was able to bring the full force of his thrusts to bear. She gripped him with her powerful legs, meeting each of his forceful strokes as he rammed into her entrance. She let out wild, uneven moans as his knot battered into her clit and vaginal lips. The knot broke into her, forcing her open to receive it. She screamed in exhilaration as it immediately inflated, completely filling the entrance of the Kangaroo's vagina. The entire universe descended into a single thick knot and shaft, ejecting its contents deep into her body. She emitted a loud moan of pure ecstasy as a powerful orgasm peaked, every nerve in her body awash with intense pleasure as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
The Kangaroo's tight walls gripping his knot and cock had driven the dingo over the edge of orgasm, but as he ejaculated into the kangaroo, he came off the orgasmic high to find her still quivering in his arms. Waves of pleasure ripped through the over stimulated kangaroo, the combination of the hot button and his knot forcing a chain of intense orgasms from her body. He held her powerfully convulsing body as she finally reached the end of her cascade of orgasms.
As the pair drew in ragged breaths, the Kangaroo's soft brown eyes meet his brown canine ones. "Good boy. Very good boy." She said breathlessly as a tired arm ruffled his ears. He could only nod as he pulled her panties from his mouth.
"You're a little odd. You know that?" he said.
"Yeah. Life is more fun that way." She said as she lay back closing her eyes. "So how long do you normally knot for?"
"About 15 minutes."
The kangaroo sighed. "Wake me when you're done," she said, rolling the pair onto their sides. The dingo made himself comfortable, careful not to pull the now painfully sensitive knot that bonded them. He didn't want to give her any ideas. Closing his own eyes, he enjoyed the warmth of the fire as he drifted off to sleep.
The light of dawn woke the dingo. It was warm on his face as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Looking around the camp site, he paused mid yawn as it became apparent he was alone. The kangaroo was nowhere to be found. In fact, there was no sign of her at all. All her clothing and gear, along with any tracks, were gone. Inspecting the ashes of the fire, the dingo slowly pulled his half melted boot from the long cold fire. The burnt rags that remained in the pile of ash made it clear where the rest of his clothing was.
"Bitch." He swore into the air, tossing the unless boot to one side. As it landed, he noticed a drawing in the sand. It was a single arrow, pointing into the bush. With no other options, the dingo headed in the direction of the arrow. Before he even left the camp site, he saw the dusty highway, no more then 20 meters from the fire. While completely hidden in the darkness, the road was blatantly obvious in the light of day.
"Bitch!" He swore again. Approaching the road, the dingo observed the empty, dusty road. Reaching up, he felt something around his neck. He felt the kangaroo's panties, still tied around his neck. It was the only piece of clothing he now had. A yell echoed down the empty road.
"BITCH!"
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This story was edited by Hyenakona. I am eternally grateful :).
As always, the accompanying journal entry has my thoughts on this story.