Night Out
The night air chilled his nostrils, and the city's functionality filled his tall ears. The chaos of so many passing strangers seemed miles away from the vacant balcony. Vacant save the young black wolf that leaned over the steel railing.
His dusty blue eyes matched the ambiance of the waxing moon that tipped the spear of the tallest skyscraper. For a wolf, he was of average height, athletic build, and held his always shining pelt in high regard. Accents of white could be seen adorning the center of his chest, and the tips of his tail and ears. On most occasions, he preferred to wear only his good pair of faded blue jeans, and perhaps an undershirt. This night, he had chosen exactly that combination of style and comfort.
It was a Friday night, and most of the inhabitants of this dusty city were either on their way home, or to a more lively destination that distracted them from the ever present lack of life that surrounded them. For six days out of the week, they were machines, but on this night they sought to be set free from their mundane mechanics. Risks would be taken, drinks would be guzzled, friendships would be made and broken, and passions would be set alight.
These were the thoughts that bounced around the wolf's skull. He never had taken much interest in parties, let alone been the life of one. He always felt a crushing shyness whenever the chance arose, and so had never developed much of a night life. Partners had come and gone, arriving with tempting possibilities, and destroyed by disinterest. This wolf was far from being a virgin, but none he had coupled with had ever set alight anything but lust. Lust was a word that disgusted him. A physical urge that could be as full or empty as anything. Without love, what did anything matter? What did anyone matter? They were nothing but toys, them to him as he to them. Enjoyed for a cursory period, and then cast aside without so much as a second glance.
"Master Hansen, will you be seeing the town this evening?"
Victor almost fell over the railing at the sound of Edward's voice. Edward was Victor's house keeper, and had been with Victor since he was a child.
"Yes, Edward," Victor tried to regain himself, "I was just looking for my jacket."
Edward tossed him his black leather jacket with a wool lining, "That should be the very one. Shall I arrange a taxi sir?"
"No, thank you Edward, I think I'll walk tonight." He pulled on his jacket, and headed towards the elevator door. Edward never ceased to amaze Victor. He hadn't even heard the graying fox coming until Edward was standing not three steps behind him. The wolf shook his head as the large double doors of the elevator slid closed.
As the chamber descended, Victor began to think about the evening ahead. Would he try to meet somebody, or just spend another night drinking down beers and watching basketball in the bar? Both sounded good, but only drinking was enticing. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten laid. One night stands weren't hard to pull off when you owned a place like this in the city, but his true feelings grew stronger with each attempt at satisfaction. He needed someone to care for, to value, to love.
The elevator halted at the ground floor, and Victor stepped into the tiled lobby. A carpeted staircase rose over the entire space. Red sofas and portraits of ancestors lined the whitewashed walls, while statues and vases perched atop marble pillars near the entryway. Victor pushed open the thick oak door with some effort, and swung it shut behind him. Three steps now separated the black wolf from the rest of the city.
A few steps and a few minute's stroll later, Victor was walking through the gates of the park. It was a place to get closer to nature he supposed, and he figured nature was better to get close to than alcohol or a prostitute. The winding cobbled path cut through rows of oak trees that left strewn acorns at the mercy of Victor's kicking paws. His claws scraped the stones as they swept across the surface of the path. When the wolf paused to rest, he realized that the scratching sound had been the only sound. The night was now completely silent, which was strange considering he was surrounded by bustling city life.
Victor's neck fur bristled, and his head sunk into his shoulders. He shoved his hands roughly into his pockets as they had grown cold while swinging in the night air. Victor's eyes caught a light just over the crest of the next hill, and he decided to jog to warm himself up. Mist escaped the wolf's panting mouth as the light grew closer and more vibrant. The trees formed a tunnel with the path to give the illusion of an unreachable distance. Victor pressed on, his blood now warming, pumping his legs a bit more forcibly into the stones with each stride.
The bench beneath the light flew past him, which brought Victor to an awkward, stumbling halt. Victor brought his hands to his knees to support himself while his body shook from the physical strain of practically sprinting into the light. This light. The wolf glanced up in between breaths, only to see a pair of vibrant green eyes staring back at him. Fearing hallucination, Victor dropped his head to pant some more, but when he looked back up, the same eyes were still gazing towards him.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" The eyes inquired, which Victor now realized were attached to a handsome male panther. The black cat was leaning back against the wooden bench with one leg crossed over the other. He was wearing baggy brown shorts with a blue hooded sweatshirt that had the logo of a wildcat on the front. A long, black tail hung between the slats of the bench, and brushed lazily through the grass beneath it.
"I... um... was uh... running here," Victor answered honestly, if not in a highly exasperated fashion.
"Well I see that. What now then?" The cat raised his brow in curiosity.
"Mind if I sit?" Victor managed to gasp out.
The panther gave the black wolf a break, "Not at all, here," the panther slid to his right and held out a paw in a welcoming gesture. "But seriously, what were you thinking eh? Running around the park this time of night, a nice guy like you could get hurt, ya know?"
Victor collapsed into the seat beside the big cat. "What makes you think I'm a nice guy?" he countered.
"You asked to sit politely enough. That's more than I've gotten from anyone in this damn city so far."
Victor nodded and held out his hand, "Victor, Victor Hansen."
The panther took it firmly in his own, "Greg Bowman." The two smiled at each other and then looked away and pretended to be interested in the surrounding darkness. The silence only added to the awkwardness of the situation. Victor wished he had met Greg under different circumstances. It wasn't even the fact that he found Greg attractive, but that he would feel just as ridiculous around anyone with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"So Victor," Greg broke in, "What do you do?" The wolf's brow lowered a bit at this, as he contemplated lying to the panther. He didn't know anything about him, and he had no reason to trust him. The moment Victor looked into Greg's eyes, these thoughts vanished. If there were any eyes in the world he wanted to have fall on him, they would have to be the glinting emeralds that hovered before him. They were honest, noble eyes. Eyes you would expect to see in only the greatest of beings.
"Hey, still here?" Greg mused. Victor broke the stare that had lasted longer than he knew.
"Sorry."
"Don't be," Greg shrugged, "I was enjoying the view." The cat grinned, and Victor could feel the deep greens scanning over him. They called for him to look up, but the wolf just couldn't force himself to do it.
"I own a trading company," Victor finally answered.
"Any money in it?"
"More than I know what to do with." The wolf felt so comfortable around this guy that he was being completely open with him. It was an outlet he knew he desperately needed, and it was around this time he was thankful that Edward had pushed him out of the house.
"I'm sorry," Greg shifted his weight, "I just can't stop looking at your eyes." This brought Victor's eyes snapping upwards. The entire barrier between them seemed to fall to pieces in that one sentence. Victor felt like he could tell the panther anything that came to his mind. Greg didn't seem interested in his money, but in him as a person. The natural bond that the wolf felt with this panther didn't feel awkward anymore, but solid.
"They're just more blue than anything I've ever seen. Sorry if that sound's weird to you or anything. I'll stop talking if you want."
"No it's alright," Victor didn't want him to shy away, "I was just thinking the same thing about yours." Greg's eyes opened wide, and his face looked at the ground in a grin.
"Thanks," he said, "Want to keep walking?"
"Sounds good," Victor replied, and off they treaded.
The wolf and the panther discussed many different topics on their stroll through the park together. Anything from politics, to grooming tips, to the meaning of life, nothing was too deep or obscure for the pair to find meaning in. Despite their rough exteriors, the conversation was always light and intelligent.
During a pause in the trading of words, Victor couldn't help but study the way the cat walking beside him moved. His steps were low and smooth, with a gait that left his head level at all times. It looked like Greg's paws were picking precise places ahead of him to step, while Victor was trudging along as if in deep snow. The panther's body seemed almost liquid as every movement from his paws to his ears were connected and affected by another. The feline calves above his careful paws were cut in all the right places, leaving an athletic but not muscular appearance to the exposed lower limbs. The shorts were cut below his knees, but Victor could visualize the thick thighs that churned and rippled under the folds of clothing. The thin, serpentine tail that hung behind his cute ass was driving the wolf insane. It flicked and furled with every stride Greg took, which contrasted heavily with Victors thick, bushy tail that only moved with his swinging hips.
"Can I touch your ears?" Greg suddenly said. Victor's immediate response would have been, "Why?" but for this cat, he felt comfortable enough to nod. The two stopped walking, and Greg reached up for the wolf's tall, triangular ears, looking nervous as he did so. They fell flat to Victor's head as the soft hands brushed against them, and Greg's open palms were soon stroking the top of the wolf's head. Victor's tail began to stir a bit at the sensations he was receiving, and he smiled when he felt a claw scratching beneath his right ear.
"I couldn't help myself, they just look so cute," the panther admitted.
"Guess I'll return the favor then." With that, the pair of black furred creatures made their way off of the path, and leaned with their backs against an old oak. Victor traced the top of Greg's rounded ears, while he began rubbing the soft, white inner lining of the wolf's. As Greg rubbed harder, Victor's right leg began to spasm, thumping his paw against the panther's. The cat's hands combed through the ruff of fur on Victor's neck, and the wolf swooned at the attention he was receiving.
Greg suddenly made a move for the zipper of Victor's jacket, but he made no attempt to stop the panther. Greg raised the wolf's arms in the air, and removed the jacket and undershirt in one pull. The wolf grinned and embraced the panther in their first kiss. It was a passionate kiss, but with little tongue. That soon changed as Greg's hands began to explore the thick fur on Victor's chest. Their tongues wrapped around each other, and the long muzzle of the wolf easily suckled forward over the shorter muzzle of the panther.
Victor held Greg's head against his face, while his other hand slid under the panther's sweatshirt. The cat had lean pecks, and the wolf was enjoying the feeling of tracing through the troughs of his abs. The panther's fur was softer than any he had ever felt, but Greg didn't seem to mind stroking Victor's coarse back fur. Greg broke the long kiss, but nipped at the wolf's lower lip as he pulled away. The cat licked upwards along the length of the wolf's throat, and bent over the top of him as he pushed the wolf's back into the ground.
The breeze picked up, and leaves danced in circles around the two black lovers. A trace amount of light illuminated their chosen area. From the path, glints of green and blue could be seen dancing with each other. No words could be heard, but none needed to be spoken.
Greg, now shirtless, straddled Victor and thrust his hips forward so that he could remove his shorts. Victor undid the button, unzipped the fly, and pulled them down to the cat's knees. Victor had never seen anything like it before. It was a brilliant red like he was used to, but their were barbs along its length leading into a soft, tapered tip. The remains of a sheath held it snugly against the panther's body, and Victor couldn't help but stroke the soft fur that lined the shining black body before him.
The panther's body arched backwards while Victor's hands caressed his inner thighs, hips, and stomach. All of Victor's attention was concentrated around the centerpiece which was the throbbing feline organ. The blue jeans that hugged the wolf's legs snugly were painfully constricting his own equipment. The wolf sat up and reached around the panther's radiating body to undo his own fly. Just as Victor gasped in relief at his freed length, Greg began to grind atop his abdomen. Instead of pleasuring the wolf, he slid forward onto his chest, and pulled the canine's muzzle forward. Victor was more than happy to appease his new love, and took the panther's entire length into his maw. In and out Greg slid, face fucking the majestic wolf that was his lover. Victor delighted in suckling on the pulsating dick, and even encouraged Greg by grabbing the cat's ass. Greg began to purr, and the vibrations from the panther sent spews of wolf precum onto the cat's back. A combination of Victor's fluids and the digit that penetrated Gregs ass sent the panther over the edge. His entire supple body became rock solid as the cat contracted around the wolf's head. Victor could do nothing but accept the ongoing spurts of seed that flowed into his locked muzzle.
The growling and wet slapping noises ceased to echo through the park, as all was silent once again. The colored lights could no longer be seen, as both figure's eyes were closed in ecstacy. The heat of the afterglow seemed to lighten the shadows, but the light still had oil to burn.
Victor's eyes opened first as he felt something wrap around his shining rod. It was Greg's tail, and it was coiled snugly around his length.
"Your turn," was all that Victor heard before the hot, slumped body above him came to life. Greg now crouched upright above Victor's legs. The cat slid his own shorts the rest of the way off, and continued by pulling the wolf's jeans and boxers away from his legs. Nothing could come between Greg and Victor any longer. They had already surrendered to each other's passion, and now they would accept each other's love.
The panther started at Victor's paws, as he always had a soft spot for canine curves. The wolf's paws were the most shapely part about him to Greg, and the black cat delighted in playing with the curved digits. The pads split apart between Greg's fingers, and he let his tongue slide along the soft webbing. Victor had never felt these sensations before, but took great pleasure in discovering them for the first time. Greg nuzzled the pads with his nose one last time before slinking on all fours over the wolf's body.
Greg balanced himself on his own paws, suspended above Victor's torso. He began purring again, and firmly gripped the wolf's shoulders. Victor felt like he should have said something as the green eyes he now loved so openly hung but inches above his own. Greg only smiled, and sunk his tight tail hole around hard, canine cock. Victor held back a climbing yelp, but couldn't help thrusting his package deeper. The panther whined a bit, but determinedly dropped his sphincter to the top of Victor's bulb.
The panther's face tightened in pain as his body balanced atop the canine knot. Victor, not wanting to cause his panther discomfort, locked his hands around Greg's hips and began to lift the cat up. Greg only purred at this and pushed back down. Victor could only writhe in pleasure as the panther worked into a quickening rhythm. His penis jumped against the panther's hot insides, and Victor knew he was getting close.
"I love you Greg," Victor gasped.
"I love you too," Greg groaned, as the knot popped into his anus. The wolf rolled the both of them onto their sides, and embraced his panther tightly as he cummed again and again into his ass. As Victor's humping began to slow, the two lovers shared in another kiss. A kiss not for lust, not for pleasure, but for love itself. While the wolf's knot softened, Victor and Greg realized that they had found exactly what they both were looking for.