Paintball
This is the product of Mead. I had consumed a wine-bottle size of it by the time I was done writing.
I also felt like I, in my last writing, had jipped people out on the whole sex thing, so I decided to write something a bit sexier. One of my fantasies, played out in written form. Of course, I am a wolf, and I would want to be the wolf in this story, but I needed to see things from a different perspective.
Hope you enjoy.
Paintball - by Rengare Wolfe
I peeked through the trees, and tried to peer through the foliage to try and detect any sign of my hunter, the wolf named Derite. Derite was crafty, never having played a game of woodsball at all, and his inexperience seemed to have made him adapt in strange ways. It doesn't help that the timber wolf's fur blends in so well with the surrounding pine trees. He only needed to move slowly, carefully, and his natural fur color and the camouflage gear will mask his approach. Me, being the slightly overweight red panda that I am, was at a strong disadvantage, despite having more experience at this game than him.
I kept flinching at the slightest movement. Maybe it was just the passing breeze, but I don't see and more movement. I can't smell him, not as easily as he probably could smell me. I almost held my breath. This was the last game. The final tiebreaker, and I couldn't fail now. No, not now, and not ever. I can't lose this bet because of beginner's luck.
The world stood still for a moment. I silently tried to make my heart stop pounding so hard; it was making too much noise. And I watched the trees.
There! I could see the paint from where I shot him in the back, slowly creeping along not 30 feet away! Best of all, he doesn't seem to have noticed me yet. I shift my weight slightly, so that I could get a better shot on him. Slowly, I crept closer to a fallen tree, a good thickness around it. I have no idea what kind of tree it was. I only knew that I wanted to shoot my target and paint him a pretty blue color while I still could. One shot. One kill. One final win.
As I approached what I considered to be the greatest cover I could ever find, I fumbled. My boot slipped from under me, some foliage gave way to a hole and I dropped down onto my stomach. Also being the dunce I am, I shouted "Shit!" extremely loudly, and scooted on all fours up to the fallen tree for cover. I wasn't able to see what my predator wolf was doing as I did so, only the sound of me scurrying towards the log, all stealth thrown out the window. I pressed my back against the fallen tree, and tried to hold completely still, in attempts to make out where the wolf was hiding through sound.
I silently swore under my breath as I tried to listen harder. My heart was pounding so loudly that I honestly could make anything out. That, and I couldn't calm the pacing of my breath. Then I noticed my tail nervously swishing the leaves around. What the hell was I doing? I'm pretty sure I cracked completely under pressure, and there was nothing I could do. Derite was going to shoot me, and I would lose the bet.
At least, that's what I thought was going to happen. A breeze picked up, and I steadied myself. I couldn't hear him. But he hasn't shot me yet. Maybe I have a chance. Slowly, I lifted myself up on my paws, and crab walked my way slightly uphill, following the fallen tree a little farther. I turned so my stomach was facing downward, and pulled my legs underneath me into a crouch. I slowly stood up, paintball gun facing forward, and tried to take in the scene.
There was nothing. The leaves were falling down from a passing breeze, but no sign of a certain wolf. Dammit. Where was he? I practically screamed when a sudden familiar sound of a carbon dioxide canister discharging cackled through the air twice and in quick succession. It nearly made me jump twelve feet upwards, as I felt two point of pressure hit me, one for each butt cheek.
I yowled loudly, and cursed my luck. The damned wolf had snuck up behind me! AND shot me in the butt!
The deeper voice that snuck up on my had said, "That crab walk was kind of cute. You even moved to a spot where I was able to get a clear shot in on you." I could practically hear the sinister smile behind the words.
"Oh you shut up! My ass is sore! Thanks a million you dick!" Though completely irrational, getting upset over my loss, and the sore ass, made me feel a lot better.
Derite started on me again. "Oh, my apologies, mister Aaron. Let's just say that you lost because you were going easy on me, and I had beginner's luck or something?" Just like the cursed wolf. Underplaying his victories. But I could still hear the smug, vast amount of satisfaction he had earned himself.
After I was satisfied that my bum wasn't about to fall off, we started towards the nearby creek. It was one of mother's rules that I had to find some other way to wash up my clothing. She didn't want that crud in the washing machine, even if it is supposed to be water-soluble. Rules of having to live with your parents as you're going to college, I suppose.
We walked mostly in silence. Derite because that's how he normally is. And me from the slight shame I felt from losing to a total newbie. I made myself feel a little better taking a look at the wolf's condition. Pretty mucked up, and some of his fur was dyed a bit blue from the paint. How silly is that: a blue wolf?
We were at the creek, and silently we started stripping off the camouflage. Derite finally broke the silence. "So, Aaron, just to make sure, our bet was definitely set, right? Shook hands and the whole deal, right?"
I sighed. "Yes. 24 hours, I'm your... slave. You own me." I know, a bet among 20 year olds that sounds like something from a kid's playground.
"When can I start the clock?" Derite seemed unusually nervous about the question, but I thought nothing of it. I mean, what did he have for me to do anyways? His room was always impeccably clean.
"Well, it's gotta be before the weekend's over. It's only Friday, so anytime, I guess."
I had just taken off my pants when I was suddenly pounced by Derite. It caught me by complete surprise, but the mud managed to catch my fall and make it an easier landing. "What the hell?!"
"I'm starting the clock now." Was all he said. I couldn't get up with his weight pressing me into the ground. Then he did something I was just not prepared for. Not even in my wildest dreams would this have ever, ever happened.
Derite turned my face towards his with one of his massive paws, and kissed me. This one wasn't long and hard, nor was it wet. His lips were pressed against mine. And my heart froze. Time stopped. What the hell was going on?
I tried to struggle against the wolf's weight, and saw it was futile. I was able to pull out of his kiss and slowly asked... "What was that...?" I cursed myself for asking such a stupid question. I damn well knew what that was. What I didn't realize at the time is that I was asking myself that question, not him.
I wasn't attracted to men. What was this? Where did this come from? Since when was Derite gay? So many thoughts spun through my head. All of which were muffled all at once, with three words out of Derite's mouth. Well, maybe 6. The first three were "You enjoyed that."
I wanted to shout. Fuck you man, no way in hell did I enjoy that! But the idea overwhelmed my thoughts. I did enjoy that. Actually, I enjoyed that a lot. I already felt my blood pumping. It felt like the adrenaline from the damn hole I fell into, costing me that last game.
"I love you." Those three words hung in there air. Even the breeze fell silent. I could have sworn that the creek fell silent too, as if the water had suddenly frozen over and stopped moving. My heart pounded, and all I felt was the cool mud pressing into my back. What was this, now? Why did I feel like this? I'm not gay... I'm not gay... I'm not...
I turned my head back to face Derite and kissed him. This time, it was a bit more proper, and a lot wetter. Derite had shifted his weight a little, giving my hands some freedom, which I used to embrace the thick wolf around his sides, my paws running scratches into his back. I breathed in deeply, trying to grasp the scent of the whole thing,
The nearby water made it slightly humid, the mud I was now caked in had a metallic smell to it. The trees had a slight sappy smell, and the smell of the wolf's arousal hung in the air stronger than any of these scents. Maybe that's all I wanted to smell anyways.
How long I was there, pinned in mud? When did I wrap my legs around his waist? We were still in our underwear, but I still seemed to have started unconsciously grinded my groin against his. It felt so good. I was completely lost under this wolf's influences and his affection.
Somehow, the fact that I was still covered in mud made this so much better. My paws smeared around some paint that seemed to have dyed his brown fur, groping at his strong arms. I was lost in his taste, the semi-salty thick saliva he had after the day's play in the sun was sweet. We borrowed each other's muzzle space, and lost ourselves in each other's arms.
I never knew how strongly he felt about me. I rolled him onto his back. It was his turn to get muddied. More importantly, it was my turn to try and get on top of Derite. The kissing felt so good. I kissed him again and again. I don't remember how many times I kissed him. I lost count. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to show him more.
And I had no idea why. It dawned on me that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I hadn't even fantasized about this, not with another male. I became slightly nervous. My passions had overwritten all of my rational thought, and I become a completely hormone-driven emotional machine.
I shoved the thoughts aside, and I stood up suddenly. The wolf seemed so confused. Even started asking "Aaron?" But he stopped when my underwear was suddenly thrown into his face. By the time he knew what was going on, I had jumped back in top of him, my legs straddling his sides. Leaning over backwards, I started removing his boxers. His lupine cock emerged, and it already looked fully enlarged and dripping. The scent, oh my, the scent that it gave off was absolutely intoxicating.
Derite held my paws for a moment, preventing me from grabbing at his gorgeous member. "Ah, are you sure you want to be doing this? I mean, I'm pretty sure you didn't even think of me romantically... or sexually... at all... before..."
I interrupted him. "I'm your slave, right? Besides," I paused to point out my erection that was pressed against his chest, "I'm pretty sure that this suggests that I've been wanting something like this... for a long time."
The wolf seemed unconvinced, and held fast to my paws. But, I wasn't going to let that stop me. "If I was against this, bet or no, I would have stopped you." Without him responding, I used my tail to position the wolf cock upwards, and pressed my tailhole against it.
I may have moved a little too quickly with that. Or, in fact, I know I did, when I put too much weight onto it, and felt my insides stretch a little too quickly to accommodate the large wolf slipping inside me. That, and the only lubricant on it was what cum had managed to drip down it.
Foolish as it was, I kept with it, and sat there, the wolf's dick fully inside of me. The pressure, the slight pain, the warmth... for a "firefox" that's never experienced anything like this, the entire ordeal was surprising. I heard Derite gasp underneath me, a slight moan, making me crave it more. I sat there a while longer, realizing that I need to be able to stretch and accommodate this wolf's penis. I shifted my weight a little. Why was I trying to go so fast? Did I harbor these feelings for him all along?
More importantly, why was I the one catching?
My hormones raged. I couldn't stop myself. I never wanted anything more in my entire life than how I felt in that moment. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to feel the pleasure I could give him. I wanted him. And I wanted him happy.
Using my legs, I lifted my weight, and slid up the wolf's throbbing cock. The wolf let go of my paws, and grabbed right underneath my bum. My paws groped at his chest, and I started using it to help me lift up a little.
A steady rise, and fall. I winced a bit at the start. The sudden changes made me feel weird. But the pain faded. It was weird. Suddenly, everything felt normal. And then I was able to concentrate better. I don't know what he was doing to make it happen, but suddenly all I felt was pleasure. Was this in my head? No, there was something very much physically making me feel very good.
We kept doing this motion for a while, with me riding cowboy. His cocked dripped more inside me, I could tell. Things were getting smoother, and squelchier. That's not even a word, but I love it. The sound of the fluids inside of me, squishing around made me thirsty for more. And I looked into the face of my wolf. Did I already start calling him mine?
His eyes were closed. I never noticed just how adorable he really is. Was I just unconsciously subduing my nature my whole life? His brown fur was smooth around his muzzle and gave way to what seemed to be an explosion of fur. Well, fur and mud now. His chest was amazingly carved, his abs showing the same amount of work. His arms were decently strong. I could feel his heart race underneath all that fur. I felt truly happy that I was able to do this for him.
He started breathing heavier. I was almost sad to see this starting to end. I had no idea how long we were doing this for, but I suppose it was a Friday evening that we would be expected at home, so I tried to keep going.
Derite keeps on surprising me. His eyes popped open, and he stopped this motion. Before I knew it, he was sitting up, his legs crossed underneath me, and he kissed me passionately, and deeply. I'm not even sure how he managed the strength, but suddenly, him still inside of me, we were lifted up. I moaned out loud, his cock going even deeper into me, finding whatever spot was making me feel that insane pleasure.
I was being carried. The wolf breathed heavily, his hot breath mixing with mine in the air. Before I knew it, my back was pressed up against a tree. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my claws found their way into the tree behind me. Pinned against a tree, and he starts his motions again.
I couldn't believe he was able to pull this off. Even more, I couldn't believe the loud moans that escaped my mouth each time he thrust his slick cock into me. The pressure built up. There was no way I could start feeling an orgasm coming along like this... could I?
He started slow with me pinned. After getting the motion down, he picked up his pace, and pressed me hard against the tree, the bark scratching at my fur. I was practically screaming by now, with how the pressure was building up within me. There was no was I was... that I was...
"I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." was all I could muster. The wolf bit into my shoulder, right where my neck meets it. Where I expected pain, all I felt was ecstasy. I could feel his motions and breath getting more jagged, I knew he was close, but I couldn't hold out to wait for him to finish first.
I came. The pressure within me was released, and my cum spurted all over the wolf's amazing chest. I could feel everything inside me clenching as I sprayed white seeds all over him, spurt after spurt. I felt the wolf thrust in, hard. I had forgotten about knots. Well, forgotten about them up until the point that my ass was stretched almost violently, and I felt him deeper inside me than ever.
I felt his cum fill me up from the inside. I had no idea how great that would feel, the warmth spreading all around. His spurts were in time with mine, and he milked himself using my abused tailhole.
The afterglow had started settling, and we both started relaxing. Derite fell down, and I fell with him. We were far enough from the water to have simply fallen into some grass, it seemed. Still tied to him, I ended up breathing heavily on his chest, stars with Derite's face filling my eyes. There was nothing else in the world than that moment. That moment alone was all I needed, and if I died I would have died with my life completed.
I closed my eyes. Eventually, I was able to hear the nearby creek again, and the breeze rustling the leaves, the autumn chill settling in. This moment, this was perfect.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours, the wolf had to untie us, and popped out his knot. Some cum oozed out of my ass, and it dripped all over the forest floor. "Time to clean up," he said.
I whined. "But, can't I stay here on top of you, just a little longer?
"You can lay down on me all you want. But we have to clean up. You'll be able to lay on me more when you're spending the night at my house. You own me 24 hours after all."
We bathed together in that river, in the middle of nowhere. The icy cold water carried the grime downstream, and we washed our gear. I hadn't ever felt happier. And, I had to admit it myself. "Derite?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."