Rick
#1 of Rick
I apologize for the deus ex machina you'll see in this story, but most people came for the porn, heh. This is my first time submitting erotica in a long, long time, so I'm sorry if it sucks. This is one of my fantasies, and I'll probably make this ongoing if I get enough feedback, who knows. Thanks for reading this, if you do. Oh, and this is my first time submitting to YiffStar. Ever. So I'm not sure if it'll parse my tabs... here goes nothing.
- * * His name was Rick, and he was lost in the forest. He whimpered in frustration and fear as he trampled left, trampled right, even stumbled upon the many collections of twigs scattered throughout the forest floor. He then just gave up completely, finding a log to sit on. Rick was about five-foot-nine in height. He was an anthropomorphic, black, domesticated feline (or housecat) who wore a generic t-shirt with an even more generic pair of jeans. He held his head in his hands and sighed. He was lost--big time. The feline's ears perked as he heard a rustling in the distance. Perhaps it was the rest of his party trying to find him? No... no, no it wasn't. It was just a wolf. He smiles softly and shrugged it off, figuring he needed company anyway. The dark-gray wolf padded up to him slowly, giving him a gentle sniff, a circle, and then wandered off. Rick just blinked and rolled his eyes, eventually rolling off the log and laying on the floor, staring up at the sky. He let himself stare and stare and stare until eventually, he was back with his friends. "Dude, it was so fucked up. I didn't understand what the hell that was about," Rick started, walking back to their car in the park's parking lot. "It just came up to me, sniffed at me, and left. I didn't get it." Ness, a kangaroo morph about three inches taller than Rick, laughed. "Man, I'm never going to understand feral animals." "Seriously," Sean responded, "I mean it's possible to domesticate them, but it takes so much training." Sean was, ironically, a wolf. He was also the shortest of the group, standing at five-foot-six. He had studs on both his ears. "Whatever, man, let's just go back to the car." "Yeah." "Oh Christ--where did I park!" "Man, what a great place to forget where you parked." "Yeah, seriously. Rick got lost and almost got eaten by a wolf!" "Dude shut up." "Haha, you know you love the vore." "Oh fuck off. Sean, where's the car?" "We'd be there if I fucking rem--oh! There it is." "It's one of three cars, and you forgot which one it was. All you really need to remember is that it's the ugly one with the terrible paint job." "Sod off." "Haha." Sean double-clicked the clicker for the car doors and they all hopped in. "I swear to God, I'll eat you all," Sean joked with a smirk. The car started, and Rick was on the forest floor again. "The f..." He slowly sat up. It was dusk. His head was really swimming now. It also didn't help that there was a pack of wolves circled around him, all sitting. And staring. "The hell," he responded again, muttering to himself. He then stood up and gazed at all the wolves. There he was--the one from earlier! It slowly approached him and gave him a good sniff, circling him. Another wolf of the same color slowly followed the first, to which the third followed suit. Rick had a cold sweat running through his fur, his tail curled up around his leg. Cats and dogs, heh. Rick was scared out of his wits, trying his best not to lose it and wind up having these wolves eat him or something. The leader wolf (the one that scouted Rick in the first place) found his way behind Rick, then shoved his nose gently against the underside of Rick's tail, pushing it out from under his rump. It was snuggled so tightly to his body that the wolf had to push his snout under there. "Hey, don't do that." Rick idly swatted the wolf away in self defense, not exactly wanting a random wolf to poke his nose under there; a feral wolf, at that. That was a mistake. Instantly, the main wolf darted away, and with the grace of cats, the two wolves that followed the alpha pounced upon Rick, knocking him to the ground. He fell hard, causing the leaves around him to flutter upward. His head was about an inch from the log, and had he been closer, he would have gotten a concussion. Rick was emotionally frozen at this point, absolutely unsure of what to do. So he played dead. The wolves didn't exactly get-up-and-go, as they nudged him over onto his belly. The lower-classed wolves stepped back as the alpha inspected, sniffing gently under Rick's tail. Rick blushed deeply with embarrassment, never been sniffed before by a feral--only by his own domesticated dog, and he figured that was always in greeting. These wolves seemed hell-bent on getting out his scent. The next thing to happen sent chills down Rick's spine. "I know you can understand me," a deep voice boomed out. Rick freaked out, jumping up and falling over the log onto his back, howling out as a stick jammed itself between his shoulder blades. The wolves didn't even chuckle--though surprisingly, they wouldn't be able to do that. Rick thought he was dreaming again, so he was expecting some sort of laugh to boom out from the wolves. Or maybe from his friends, who he hoped to God were hiding behind the trees. Maybe they were. "Learn to walk," the alpha said sternly. Rick blushed, but scowled down at the wolf. Still a lifeless face. "Hit me again and we'll just eat you. Your rules do not apply to us, as we can just raise our tails and run away." Another expected chuckle or laughter or some sort of emotion, but nothing once again. "We all look the same to you anthros anyway." Rick had to be dreaming. No way this was happening. He was talking to a feral wolf. A feral wolf. "What're you going to do to me," Rick said with a cool voice, though on the inside he was shivering like a school girl. "Well, we're going to mate you." Rick's eyebrow managed to somehow arc over his forehead. "What?!" The alpha breathed in deeply. "Just take off your clothes." "No!" The alpha rolled his eyes, and then barked at the other two wolves, who locked their eyes onto Rick and knocked him down again. Rick gasped and twitched, freezing up again. The wolves clawed at his chest and growled at him, shoving their snouts to his, their teeth dripping with saliva. The alpha almost appeared to have a smirk on his face, but this would only be imagination. "Now. They can tear out your neck, or they can mate you. I'm not going to touch you because just by being anthro, you're obviously impure. I don't stick my matings into an impure animal, as I let my goons do that for me." He gave that faux smirk again, then barked at the wolves. They backed away from Rick's mouth slowly, but still threatened him. "One more time. Take off your clothes." Rick closed his eyes and whimpered. The wolf just responded by growling heavily at him. The others followed suite. "Fine," he pouted. "Good choice." Bark. The other wolves finally hopped off Rick's body. He couldn't believe he was ordered to strip by a feral wolf. Now he was lost in both mind and location. He quickly stripped himself of his t-shirt, exposing his under toned chest, and slightly round belly. He had no pecs, as they just morphed into his chest, though his nipples were easily squeezable if one were to have opposable thumbs. The alpha licked his chops and sat content, his sheath plump with arousal. The other two wolves were shifted forward, as if waiting to attack, their tails slowly wagging back and fourth behind them. Rick looked at them and blushed even harder, fearing their eagerness. He looked over to the alpha. "The pants, too." Rick nodded and sighed, undoing his jeans and undoing the fly. He shifted his hips and let them pool at his ankles, stepping out of them. His underwear clashed with his fur, as it was pure white. The alpha grinned that faux grin again. "Of all the anthros we've raped out here, you're the sexiest by far." Rick was wondering if the whole concept of what that wolf believed in anthros applied to looks, or just touch. He slowly bent over, but the alpha barked at him. Now what? "Turn around so that your tail is facing them." Oh god. "Do it." He did. "Now finish." Rick gulped and new exactly what was going to happen once he completed pulling off his underpants. He tried his best to keep this from happening by only slowly pulling them down. His rump was almost perfectly curved, the gray star of flesh directly below his slightly lifted tail. The prolonged stripping didn't help at all, however, as by the time he got them to his thighs, the wolves had pounced him and pinned him to the ground. They were growling almost lustfully. "On your hands and knees." Rick was pretty much scared shitless. He scrambled up and braced himself on his hands and knees. "Yes!" The alpha cried out, obviously excited. Rick just looked straight ahead, but that didn't help out as he stared right down the barrel of another wolf, growling hard at him. The wolf behind Rick quickly jumped up onto his back, clawing at his thighs. Rick whimpered in pain, as there was now a tint of blood coating his fur. He continues looking straight ahead, directly into the wolf's eyes ahead of him. "Mate him!" The alpha cried, knowing that speaking in anthro tongue would help to ridicule the one who originally spoke it. A bite to Rick's neck caused a shiver down his spine. He loved biting. He then twitched out of that and realized that it was a feral wolf doing this. He had to snap out of it. He refused to believe he liked the bite. It came again, and he shivered again. He liked it. He even lowered his head to slightly submit. The alpha growled. "Lift your head, whelp!" Rick blinked and lifted his head. The wolf ahead of him continued to stare him down, but instead hopped onto his upper back, causing Rick to whimper again. They're both going to rape him, and he can't do anything about it. His ear twitched as he heard a rustle in the background that wasn't caused by wind. However, all the wolves were staying in place. "Open your mouth, bitch!" Rick did. He could have sworn he heard a cackle from the wolf, as it was the same voice, but he was hearing things. "Good, good. My boys will love you." The wolf at his bottom squeezed Rick's hips and began to dry-hump him. He could feel those heavy, wolven balls slapping against his own, that sheath brushing against his bottom and slowly growing warmer and warmer; stickier and stickier. The same thing was going on at his front, as he kept his mouth open and waited for that feral prick to slip into his muzzle and ram his throat, possibly causing him to vomit. Rick's thoughts were snapped once he felt that cock at his bottom grow harder and harder, hotter and hotter, threatening to take him. He was not a virgin in that area--he'd experimented with a boy he really liked. He considered himself bisexual, but leaned slightly more toward boys--maybe a hair. Five inches now. He tried to make the most of his current experience by licking out gently at the sheath. "Good boy." Six inches. Now it's at his pucker. Rick kneaded helplessly at the ground, and then heard a rustling behind him, followed by the very subtle wind of a tail swimming through the breeze. "You're turned on." Six and a half inches. He was. His rod was standing out at six inches, fully erect and throbbing, drooling pre onto the leaves. Seven inches. Oh my god, here it comes. Rick yelped loudly into the forest as he felt that entire rod jam up into his anus. His walls tightened hard around it as it shoved itself in, and just as quickly pulled out. The wolf hovering on his back and rutting his bottom dug his sharp claws harder into Rick's belly. His screams were just as quickly muffled, as the wolf in front of him started molesting his muzzle in the same manner the wolf at his back side was taking his tush. Rick closed his eyes and just remembered how his first male mate taught him how to properly suck a cock, as he relaxed his throat and let his tongue do all the work. His rectum was taking a terrible beating at the moment, though. And now there was a warm tingle at his cock. He gasped around the puppy flesh buried in his lips and opened his eyes, which were watered with tears, slowly beginning to stream down his cheeks. The alpha was now giving his kitten rod a tongue bath! Now he was enjoying himself, as the battering to his prostate combined with the lapping to his sensitive shaft was beginning to push him further and further to pleasure. He now suckled eagerly on the member shoving itself in his throat, though the constant shoving made him want to vomit. The now brick-red dick was starting to show signs of ending, as two knobs slowly began to expand. Rick whimpered as he knew what this meant--they were going to finish mating him. The knot was threatening his lips as well, as he could feel them poking his teeth. The alpha stopped licking and pant-grinned. "You're liking this. You're our bitch now. Ours." Rick just ignored this, as he was pretty much in an odd state of bliss. Suddenly he was snapped out of this, as the wolf at his rump shoved the last inch of his cock inside of him, the knot expanded to roughly the size of a baseball, and was now buried past his anal ring. He squealed loudly as he felt the searing hot feeling of wolf-semen shooting down his chute, while at the same time a hot round of wolf seed was tumbling down his gullet. He was forced to swallow every drop. The alpha chuckled and got up on his feet. Just as he did this, Rick fell flat on the ground, panting. He fell asleep again. The wolves now spoke in their normal tongue. "Pull out." "What?" "Pull out. We're taking him home." "Boss, I need to im--" "It's a male, you idiot. Pull your dick out of his ass and let's carry him home. We're going to be doing this to him every day, and sharing him with the rest of the pack." They all timed themselves to hunch under his body, and then with the same synchronization, began walking toward their home. Rick had been kidnapped.