Heat in the Outback
She felt so...odd. Something was beginning to burn away inside her, making her feel as though she should chase her tail. She needed, though what, she had no true idea. She was young and alone and almost in pain, but again, something wasn't right with these feelings. She was small still, cinnamon in colour and yet with eighteen darker stripes that ran from the middle of her back down to her tail. They were gradually lightening, showing that she was maturing and changing now, growing up slowly. She began to cry out for one of her family, just a cautious 'yip-yap' that hopefully wouldn't bring the furless creatures down on her, to kill her with savagery she wasn't even used to. She had witnessed it happening to her mother, sister and brother. She had known her mother had been carrying young again, and would soon chase her current young away. She may have protected the den they had found and defended - but had fled before they could do the same to her, before they could kill her and do whatever they would do afterwards.
She waited where she was, feeling the dryleaves below her paws, and that unaccustomed burning from deep within her body. She almost wriggled with the feeling of heat, the sensation both thrilling and scary for the young female. She soon began scuffling at the ground, not trying to smell anything - all thylacines lacked a decent sense of smell, but their hearing and eyesight was almost beyond reproach. When none answered her, she drooped a little and began to move, the gait of which would appear stiff, awkward and unusual to any creature watching. She needed to find something to eat, and so she scanned her eyes across the landscape, moving less and less as she tried to find a meal. Wombat or wallaby would suit her now, would distract her from this feeling that only seemed to worsen with every passing thought and heartbeat.
She stopped suddenly as her eyes zoomed on something which instantly seemed to go on alert. She stopped her awkward movements, and instead rose up on her back legs with her stiff tail held out to help balance her. She needed to see what this was, and with her body held up higher, she was able to see just what she would be eating. It was wombat, one of her favourite foods. Being a sandy brown in colour, the wombat was fat, possibly due to it being winter. She began to move nearer, settling her feet down carefully with her head lowering. She made a single sound, a puppy-like whimper before she hopped at the wombat. Her long jaws opened, wider than any other predator as she landed on that fat lump of fur and suddenly squirming meat. She snapped her jaws at its shoulder, tearing off flesh which she gulped down without a hesitation. She washungry,but even as she killed the wombat with a bite to its throat - it didnt stop her thinking about that burning, aching sensation.
When she had eaten her fill, she continued on her stiff way, licking at her maw in order to cleanse the blood from around it. She then yawned, and uttered another cry, this one differing from the first, from before her kill. 'Cay-yip! Cay-yip!' Her calls became more insistent. She had been one of a litter of four, and she knew her brother and father themselves had escaped. They had to escape, otherwise she would be alone in the world with this maddening itch that wouldn't cease, that still worsened. Silencing her calls, she spins for a second in a tense circle, her nose working as she realizes that a scent was drifting behind her, one that wasn't her own. Once she ascertained where it was coming from, she calmed a little. She needed to find somewhere safe to recoup, and maybe this scent would lead her family back to her!
She wasn't silly, her mother and father had taught her not only to hunt quickly, but to also find somewhere to sleep. She carried on with her stiff, awkward movements, her head constantly turning as she made sure to keep alert. It wasn't long before the young female found a hollow tree, which she curled in with her head resting on her legs, her long jaw just protruding from the 'den' like structure she had found. She slept, since the light sliding through the trees was becoming unbearable, her stomach was filled and for now that burning, aching pain had calmed down, settling down and seeming to desert her completely for now. She slept the day away, the stresses of the day soothed, calmed and settled down by the solitary nature she seemed to be embracing for the moment.
Time passed while the day passed, and the female awoke with another yawn. Neither her father nor her brother had found her, though they, like her, would have slept the day away; though whether together or not she wasn't sure. She sat back on her longer lower paws, her front legs up as she lifted herself up with her long tail. She rested there, listening and watching for one of those she knew to come up, but also reflecting back to the way the furless creatures had treated her family. Why had they killed them all? Would they eat them or had they killed for...fun? The thought was sobering and occupied a large part of her attention - which led to her beingdistracted enough so she only heard her father and brother's particular snuffling calls before they hopped into sight.
She went crazy upon seeing those familiar stripes, different amounts on her father than on her brother. She started snuffling back at them, though her father bypassed her shoulder to snuffle at her hips and rump, making her twist and spin around with a soft growl and a yawning threat, her jaws split as wide as they could go. He soon backed off, though the looks he kept giving her made her feel uncomfortable. As she snuffled her brother, she heard her father give a low growl behind her, but she had discovered blood upon his shoulder.
It appeared that one of those sticks the furless creatures held had damaged him a far lot worse than she might have hoped. She licked at the wound, cleaning it gently and ignoring the increased sniffing from both the males. She was ecstatic that her family were back with her, that they didnt abandon her to this horrible void she could slowly feel building up within her body. Her tail was stiffened even further than normal as she stopped cleaning, leaning backwards to sit up with her tail keeping her balanced.
Her striped body was knocked down, and she cay-yipped in shock. Her father had knocked her down, sent her flying and she was in shock, unsure why he would do something like that. The male thylacine didnt seem to worry about the complaints she was making as he refused to let her up, moving to press his body over the top of hers.
As her brother neared them, her father gave a rough, coughing bark, getting off of her and opening his jaw in a clear gesture of threat. The younger male refused to back off so the larger, matured adult snapped at him, trying to force him away from the shell-shocked female. Upon failing to drive him off, he began giving more coughing barks in a clear threat for him to back off, before lunging at him and his vulnerable, wounded shoulder. When the younger male limped off in a stiff, hopping gait, the female thylacine found she was pinned down again.
Her father was producing a scent stronger than anything she had ever had grace her nostrils before, making her quiver and fall into a more submissive frame of mind. Her entire body shivered as she felt something forked and damp glide over the fur of her striped rump. It was like nothing she had felt before, and with every deep, shaking breath she took, she inhaled more of that wonderful, musky scent. The scent did strange things to that burning within her, making it flare hotter yet somehow promising relief kind of like when she scratched an itch that was bothering her.
Yet again, he hunched his hips, working lower, with his tail balancing him in this precarious position. Unable to work his way where he wanted, he lifted himself from on top of her, and stroked his tongue hurriedly up and over the heated, almost painful sex of his daughter. She uttered a hoarse yap, followed up again when he repeated the motion in an effort to raise her hind-quarters.
The instant she did, indeed lift up her rump, her father was on top of her again, the forked tip of his erect penis catching within the tight confines of her body. He paused for a second, a quiver running along his body as she shuddered, before he hunched his hips even faster into her, until they were joined in the most intimate manner possible. The burn of her insides ebbed with every quick, rough movement he made; seeking only to fill up the female whose scent screamed that she was ripe for breeding.
It didnt take long for the male to spurt his seed within the female, planting new hope for their species and his line to carry onwhether the carrier would be his daughter or not. He himself yapped as he pulled free of the cul-de-sac that was her heat-flooded insides, leaving his daughter dripping his seed and quivering as she felt that burning ache recede slowly. She was feeling better than she had for days, even though when she nestled her body against her father she realized that she was missing her brother also.
She would have gotten up to find him, but her father gave a sleepy growl and drooped his head over her shoulder, that masculine scent she had never noticed before only serving to calm her down, to make it easier for her to drift into sleep. She sighed weakly, her eyes closing as her tan and striped frame settles against the male who had helped raise her, then had taken away that sickly burning pain from her nether region.
She only slept for an hour or three, the night was dark but the young female soon felt her loins aflame again, making her wriggle and utter soft cay-yips again. She wriggled free from her father, and began to wander in her stiff-legged way, her nose working as she tries to find her brother, the freshly opened wound leaving drops of blood for her to follow. He was curled alone, a few hundred metres away from where the pair had been curled up, had been indulging in the breeding season that had overwhelmed them in such a bad time.
She saw his head rise up, heard him inhale and then rise up onto the long hind-legs that were typical of their species something that was unique to the thylacine. She moved closer to him, her long tail stretched out to balance her as she balanced in the same precarious position that their father had first put her in that day. She was a quick learner, always had been and her brother was no different, though his instincts tugged him in a different direction to hers. She had to give hoarse yaps because his tongue was gliding over the pouted centre that both ached and burned in degrees.
He took his time with his sister, appearing to savour every hoarse yap and shudder he drew from her body, and there were many before he finally mounted her, thrusting with the dual-tipped penis but lacking the actual experience to know just where he needed to be to fill the little female underneath him. She could feel those twin spokes gliding against her, dampening the fur along her thigh and making her buck upwards. She could feel him suddenly shift on his hind-legs and then she was filled, and that burning sensation was allowed to settle as he filled the dual-lane that was her inside. He thrust, rutting into her body a whole lot rougher than her father had though this had the effect of making sure she felt pleasure thundering up and over her body, weakening her own legs and making her yip loudly with pleasure.
She trembled, feeling pleasure flood her body and making her tip her head back as her brother filled her insides, but remained within her, unlike her father who had climbed from her instantly. She enjoyed that warmth around her, with her tail holding her balance just barely. This second, rough mating had eased a lot of her problems, had made her body settle more and, as her brother slid from her, she yipped quietly, her head tipping back as her nose wrinkles lightly. That didnt hurt as much as make her loins bubble distantly, but she was able to settle down soon enough, was able to calm herself down enough to drop on the ground, her brother falling beside her.
That was how their father found them in the morning, nestled up close to one another but the scent that the female thylacine was emitting soon had him yawn-growling and nudging at her to get up. He tasted at her nether regions, his tongue sliding up and tasting the mixture of fluids which slowly had seeped from her insides in the night, both his own concoction and that of his son and her brother. She couldnt help but stir, but lift her rump up sleepily as his tongue makes that heat which was running rife through her body swell again, so that was all that mattered to her.
He gave a few more swipes of his tongue, before mounting her, sliding into her saliva-prepared slit with an ease that was almost too easy and instantly humping away at her, his two-tipped length stroking in and out of her body roughly. The scent of sex and heat woke up the younger male, who scrambled up and stepped backwards stiffly, watching eagerly as his own shaft slid free, and leaving him to whine softly, his hips humping a little by instinct. The female was lost in a fog as she enjoyed the feeling of such burning heat eased up, though her father spurted his seed all too quickly and hopped off, sidling off to the side and cleaning himself with a bent head, leaving the female all too open for his son.
He soon had her around the waist, his shaft catching and prodding at her painfully before sliding deep within the two-chambered entrance that let him fit her as close as possible. He blanketed his sister, his hips already beginning to work into a hearty, stamina-filled hump that had her yipping breathlessly at the sensations, which had her entire body jolting beneath her brother. It appeared the night sleeping had done him some good, lending him both strength and stamina to really make his time with his sister last. He even developed a rhythm, for a dozen heart-beats he would really pump his hips into her hard, then for twice the time he would ease his hips about slowly back and forth, though getting deep each time.
He was unable to hold the motions too long, soon ending up in hard spasms and flooding his long-climaxing sister, her body far too drained to hold them up any more. She was a tired out little thylacine, drooping back into sleep sooner than her father could get up. He left her, instead staring at his son who was panting, before cay-yipping in his direction. They needed to hunt, to provide food for the member of their little group who would soon be providing the next generation for them to bring up, rebuilding their family group that the tall furless creatures werent able to totally wipe them out.
They were definitely out of their own territory, since all they could smell was an alien scent around them, something like their own but slightly different. A different family, perhaps, but they werent here now; all that could be scented was the slightly acrid scent of death, which led to the pair hustling forwards, their ears working for sounds of their potential prey. Their stomachs complained quietly, but both paused as they stood on back-legs. They had heard a clear coughing sound, mimicked by many animals. This meant a mob of kangaroos ready for their stalking and eventual eating.
They both split up, approaching the kangaroos from different directions. They were both on the lookout for either an elderly of an injured kangaroo, and boy did they have their choice. There was a definite choice for them, from what appeared to be an abandoned joey to an elderly kangaroo who was casting about with blank eyes, giving them the thought that it was blind and therefore weak. They stared at each other from across the clearing, waiting for either the joeys mother to show itself, or for the possibly blind kangaroo to enforce their belief. They were unable to help themselves from salivating, though the elder male held himself still without quivering.
Their patience was rewarded when the joey hopped towards one of the large females, sliding into her pouch as the mob moves on, the one they perceived as being blind very unsteady as it follows the others, leading to them following it from 100 yards away. They werent silly, they had hunted successfully for many months together, and this time wouldnt be any different. The kangaroo fell behind the main mob, and that was when the two thylacine males kicked into gear. They hopped forwards quickly; their jumps helping them get between the blind, panicking kangaroo and the swiftly moving mob. A menacing hissing growl sounded from the pair, hastening the escape of the mob and the fear of the kangaroo soon to be their dinner.
As they advanced, the kangaroo went back on its tail and kicked out at them, though both dodged the ill-aimed attack with ease. They couldnt prevent another growl sliding from the jaws, each on a different side so that the kangaroo would be unable to attack one without leaving itself vulnerable to the attack of another. It would be a bloody battle for them to provide food for their only remaining female, but they were determined that they should be successful in this, to prove themselves to her that they could survive and could provide without the aid of a larger group of thylacines.
As the older male darted in, the kangaroo leaned back and planted a lucky kick to his hip, sending him yipping away, though the younger one snapped his jaw shut on the tail the kangaroo was leaning back on. A coughing bark came from the kangaroo, and the younger thylacine backed away with blood on his teeth. The kangaroo crashed its feet back down, narrowly avoiding catching his head before the elder male was back, limping and snapping at the thigh of his prey. He was constantly letting out growling yawns of anger, his hip luckily bruised and not broken.
The pair took turns to snap and bite at the kangaroo, their ultra-wide jaws leaving it bleeding and weakening in turn, with there being no escape. Every time it tried to run or hop one way, it was attacked from that direction by one or the other of the two thylacines. It took no time in their minds for the pair to wear the tired kangaroo down to the point of it stumbling and trying to make its escape. They let it go, tracking after the blood splatters rather than trying to bite it, deciding on that as their course of action.
Back where the female had been left, she now wasnt alone instead she was being flanked by a pair of dingoes who were currently growling and snapping at her. It appeared that something in her scent had fired up their instincts, but where her brother and father were set alight in a mating haze; these two were in a killing daze, almost as though blood lust contained them. It was only when she had her jaws open and she had bitten one of them did they back off trying to slaughter her, but they remained menacing the small female, who had to ignore the burning of her loins in order to keep alive until the pack of her group were back.
In the forest, they were driving the staggering kangaroo back towards the clearing. It was only when they were nearly there, that they heard a low, creaking howl. They paused only for a second, to snap at the kangaroos throat and leaving it to bleed out before they bounded on, their legs helping them leap forward yards at a time. They came out of the forestry at different places, snapping their jaws and uttering low, identical hisses of menace as they saw the two canines savaging the females tail.
Neither dingo was unharmed, one had a pair of deep furrows running along the top and bottom of its muzzle, obviously where the petrified female had caught and held for scant seconds. The younger male gave a growl, before leaping forward, jaw wide in threat as he attacked the closest and smallest canine, teeth catching in skin and flesh then tearing as it is bitten deep in the thigh, soon scampering away with a quiet yelp, though the furthest one from the pair continued to snap and bite at the tail of the twisting, awkwardly twirling female. Her tail was bitten deeper in places, so that the bone flashed white.
The older male almost roared as he hopped forwards, his leg bruised and sore as he moved in. The dingo turned with a feral snarl, as they erupted into a vicious battle. Teeth flashed white then left red, burgundy slices wept matching tears that painted a violent tapestry across their pelts. Neither creature would back down, both panting and becoming worn out as the younger male and female cringed away. It was horrifying to see, the older male thylacine wounded less but slowing down quicker than the dingo. Soon both creatures had to back away from one another, since, despite common belief; animals rarely killed each other though they may come close to it.
It may have been that they were both exhausted or that the scent of blood and testosterone in the small clearing had overwhelmed the scent of heat but both were unsteady on their feet, both shaking and bleeding profusely. The dingo turned, and limped away stiffly, whereas the older male thylacine dropped to his belly, bending to lick at what wounds he was able to reach. The female helps him, ignoring the faint rumbling of pain and anger from his chest.
The younger male went to the kangaroo, dragging it in painstakingly slow drags towards the clearing, despite the fact his body wasnt designed to actually do such a thing. He was drained of energy himself when the kangaroos corpse was just within the blood-splattered clearing. The mostly beaten and bloody pair of thylacines were sleeping, so he began to feed, needing the meat to replenish the energy that he had lost during the overwhelming last two days.
The sound of his feeding woke the other two up, and despite the pain lodged within her tail, the young female made her way to the carcass, and began to feed. Even her heat seemed soothed and if nor forgotten, then ignored for the time being. The older male was too drained to go and feed, with the pain he experienced merely when waking, making him bite back a pained yip. Just as soon as they were all healed, they would have to move on, find somewhere to rear the next litter in peace and safety away from dingoes, other thylacine and those furless humans.
The End