What really goes on in the forest.....
#1 of First
Okay here is my first story- Please comment with critiques
Fragile twigs divided when the creature stepped on them. He lurked around, the shadows of the night coiling around his body as he maneuvered his shape through the brambles and vines. His wounds were caked over now, with a hardened dark red liquid that protected what was under it. Lakota's banner was pointed out, his frame well supported by his strong legs and his head cradled on top of his furry neck. A howl penetrated the awkward silence of the night, and in response, Lakota heard a howl back, and then another. He perked his eager ears up, very alert, as he tracked down the strange scent of other wolves nearby. It had been what seemed like forever since he had interacted with another one of his kind.
Lakota pressed his wet nose to the unforgiving earth and stepped towards the scent. It was a she wolf, in heat, but not far from there lied a male wolf who was probably trying to claim her. Lakota growled at himself, and quickened his pace as he considered finally starting a pack with this female. Trotting quicker now, he could sense the female was about a mile away, and the male too. Lakota ruffed slightly, and loped now, over to the area where his new mate would be. The chilling wind pressed hard against his fur, but Lakota refused to give against it.
Howling again, the female waited anxiously. She turned to look around when suddenly, a male entered the wooded area where she was. He was scrawny looking with a patch of lust waiting to be harvested in his eyes. The white she wolf tucked her tail under her passage, having no desire for a male's pride to be thrusted into her like a toy. She growled as she thought about it, shaking her head and concentrating on the male wolf that had entered her presence. Growling, she turned so where her visible-only-by-the-moonlight face was starting to shape into an angry glare. This was Shasta.
Lakota sniffed the midnight air once more before he decided to keep going east. He growled, in tune with his aching stomach that hadn't been filled in three lonesome days. Sighing, Lakota pressed onwards, sensing that he was almost there by the awkward smell of a male and a female. In a moment, he would have to fight again, but this time he wouldn't be scruffing over a lost cause. Lakota grumbled to himself. This looekd like the entrance to the patch of dry grass where the two wolves were. He took a huge breath and made a dramatic leaping entrance into the airid patch.
Shasta accidentley let out a loud bark as the new wolf thudded behind her. His shimmering smokey color shook with the rest of his bod when his muscles shifted after he had landed. Her own green eyes were almost crossed when she tried to look at both of the males. Suddenly, it dawned on her. The pre morning cramps, the cranky feeling, the flirty but resistant mood. She had come into season and the males were already trying to claim her. In her mind she was thinking, Shit. She might have a litter this year if any male was lucky enough to get their paws on her. For now, she tucked silently behind a large boulder positioned to the side of the patch of dry grass.
Surprised, he growled at the remaining male, who stood there officially. Lakota lashed his tail out, snarling as he took a few steps into the ring of death. The ground felt as if it were churning beneath him, and his pre battle jitters were also awakening from thirty minutes ago. Noting the other wolf baring his teeth, he mocked the action, but flattening his ears and slightly digging his claws into the ground in the process. Lakota's energy and adrenaline spiked, and his veins throbbed to bleed.
Bane eyed his opponent. His eyes seemed to pierce through even black, looking quite eerie. Charging the opposite, he thrusted both paws fowards, glaring devilishly and snarling viciously as he slug the rest of his body around. He was now face to face with the fool who had challenged him, and the lust in his eyes had changed from sex to blood shed.
Attacking back, Lakota lunged at Bane's stomach, snapping at the soft flesh. Four small deep marks were left, that were now filling up with dark red blood. Not a big wound at all, but a good start. He had had his first taste to get him ready, and now he was pulverized with energy. Staring his rival down, Lakota transferred the thoughts Ready huh? from his own mind to the other wolf's thinker. His ears were completely pinned to the back of his head, as if someone had super glued them to his base.
Shocked, Bane recoiled and scratched a long trail of dead skin, shedded fur, and dripping blood down the neck of Lakota, who yelped pretty loudly. Inflicting at least damage, the attack hadn't been very effective and the blood shed wasn't even near it's max yet. Since both wolves had had their taste, they were turned on. Turned on from the battle that was about to be fought. Grinning, Bane's jaws now latched against the limbs of his prey, tugging fiercly like a game of tug of war, and penetrating the skin like a raindrop into the river.
Lakota flinched, his neck being tickled un-pleasurably and his leg being torn from the socket. Putting a stop to it immediatly, the warm scruff of Bane entered his mouth, and so did the blood after he applied more pressure to the life chord, the jugular. Hearing his victim wail in irony, and along with giving mercy, Lakota released his killer fangs from the wet and fleshy skin of Bane's. Lakota thought about when his opponent would give in, if he ever would. Fantasizing about the departure of his enemy, his senses spiked a bit more, like a perk. He wasn't so sure he had ever gotten this feeling before, but there wasn't any doubt in hell that he didn't enjoy it.
Watching in horror, Shasta's eyes were glued to the violent fight that she caused. She cursed into the air, whiched seemed to float to the battle scene and add something else vulgar. Placing her tail back under her openings, she perked her ears and tried to act casual, which at the moment seemed pecularly odd. Shasta felt as if she was supposed to feel no pity for either wolf, but the truth was that she wanted to help both wolves escaped unscathed. Her glittery white pelt and her deep in though expression made her look extremely beautiful in the dark and ugly night.
Lakota tumbled over Bane, sending him smashing into the cold forest floor. He pinned the opponent down, sinking his fangs into the furry limb of the enemy. A yowl shot out by habit, enough to scare all the birds in the forest away, and in fact he scared the wits out of himself. Bane growled, tryign to flip the other heavy wolf from his chest, resulting in a few flips across the hard ground. Fur was flung and blood was being shed far worse then imagined, but both wolves were refusing to give up. The air got thicker, and so did the suspense when Bane finally toppled over Lakota in a flurry of bites and scratches. Hot breath exploded into Bane's ears when Lakota whispered some kind of raspy threat into his listeners.
Yelping, hooting, and hollaring, the two boys scrapped anxiously over the awaiting female, who was getting nervous about the length of the battle. Shasta whimpered, starting to step slowly and cautiously behind to chalky, large boulder. Her ears were flattened, her tail pressed under her female ridges hidden by her haunches. She quivered a bit, but then all of the sudden, the huge black wolf snapped sharply in her face, sending Shasta rolling back to her brigade.
Struggling to lift his bulky, shredded body, Lakota let out a howl of defeat, trying to drag his blood-caked body out of the clearing. His weak limbs refused to give up, and in a few moments, the beaten wolf was out of sight. Forgetting about the scene, as if it had never happened, the sharp pangs of pain were nothing compared to the males sex drive now. He wagged his tail as he slowly approached the awaiting female, who was shivering inside her fur. Bane howled, as if to claim her, and as he approached, his nose was soon touching the tip of her own sniffer.
Shasta looked down at the ground, avoidign eye contact. The large male scared her, very much. Her tiny pocket was dripping with a little blood, as he hadn't been unfrightened enough to clean herself. Bane noticed this, and as he turned around to go to her rear, Shasta noticed the erect member slidin smoothly out of the thin sheath. Suddenly, a wet, floppy, solid entered her virgin sex, and she jumped back at the surprise. Whipping around, Bane was spotted, eyes closed, and tongue lolling out as his penis grew in size.
Shasta figured the best thing that she could do was sit, so she lowered her haunches, much to Bane's annoyance. Grumbling to himself, the brute turned behind her and prodded her rear, pushing her over to were she was laying down. Getting up to reposition herself, Shasta was outmatched when two incredibly strong front legs gripped her waist. Panicking, the young she-wolf didn't want to and wasn't ready for mating.
Baney leaned over and gripped her neck strongly in his mouth, his long member poking around her entrance, leaving wet spots around it. She grew nervous, wondering what it was going to feel like. SHe began to wonder deeper, when suddenly, a rod flew into her. She yelped loudly, trying to escape as she turned in many directions. He thrust, penetrating deeper and deeper until he slowed down more and more.
Shasta wailed, groaning in pain and fear. It hurt, very badly, as he stretched her walls without hesitation. She whimpered like a baby, more and more, when finally he came to a complete halt.
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