A New Loincloth
A New Loincloth
Written By Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com)
For LunarWolf
Rye gently ran his fingers over Lunar's tail fur, looking down at his wolf friend as he relaxed in the sun. His eyes closed, he relaxed on his side, his fingers playing with the grass.
A soft murr slipped past his lips as the fox ran his eyes up and down Lunar. The wolf's body was strong and firm, well muscled from his pecs to his calves. Tight and strong under his gray fur, it was impressive to look at.
Rye pausing for a moment, as something caught his eye over the wolf's crotch.
"Something wrong?" Lunar asked, cracking one of his eyes open to look up at his smaller friend.
"Not really," Rye answered, returning to the petting of his tail. "I was just noticing how worn your loincloth is getting."
A soft hum escaped the wolf's lips as he lifted himself up on his arms, looking down at the thick leather that hung over him, covering his cock and balls. "I suppose you're right. I've had this one for so many years now that it's starting to wear apart in places. I'll have to get a new one soon."
Rye let out a soft murr, wrapping his arms around Lunar's well muscled neck, draping his paws over the sculpted chest. "Well now, maybe I can help you with that?" he asked, an idea flittering across his mind.
"How would you do that?" the wolf asked in return, raising one eye ridge, his curiosity showing in the way his ears came to attention and focused on his friend.
With a soft chuckle, the fox walked around Lunar, sitting himself down in the larger males lap. "Well, I can get you a nice fox fur loincloth. Soft and light and nice against your skin," he said, a smile glinting off his eyes.
"Oh, really?" Lunar asked, intrigued by the direction this was taking. Already he could feel a tingle in the air as Rye's magic slowly started to gather on his fur.
"Yep," he said, kissing the wolf's nose. "Just say the word."
Lunar smiled, kissing the fox's nose in return. "Then go fetch me this loincloth."
Rye nodded, his red fur rippling from his magic, the scant clothing he wore slipping away into mist. Smiling, he leaned forward over the wolf, whispering words under his breath in a language his friend couldn't understand.
Then in a moment, Rye's body started to flatten--first his face, pulling out like it was in a press. His arms were held out in front of himself as his body thinned out, like paper, in a wave moving down from his neck.
Watching his friend's change in stunned fascination, the wolf simply did nothing as the fox's body continued to flatten. His crotch and hips thinned away, and slowly his legs did as well. The flatted fox didn't fall to the ground, instead it twisted a bit, his head folding down towards his legs, but not falling.
His legs wrapped around his head and seemed to tie to each other, a loop of fox hanging in the air above him. The fur rippled, any distinguishing features of Rye starting to melt away as the ring started to shrink.
In two places the fur starting to hang downwards as things grew smaller. One was much wider than the other. The thinner section hung down lower and lower, while the wider part became thick and heavy. The inside of the ring started to darken, the fur falling away, as the outside became a mix of white and reds.
Then, after only a minute had passed, it was over, and his changed friend fell from the air, into his lap.
Lunar picked up what the fox had become, holding it in front of himself. Rye had spoken the truth; he was a fox fur loincloth, and warm to the touch.
The wolf lifted it to his muzzle, taking in a deep whiff of the fur. It still smelled like Rye; that soft scent always seemed to follow the fox around. Touching the inside he was amazed to find that it was a soft leather, dyed black and smooth against his skin. It, too, smelled of Rye, as if it had been made from his pelt, and not something he had changed into.
Unable to let such a gift go to waste, he rose to his feet and undid the old cloth. It felt to the grass with a soft thump, and he stepped away. Untying the new cloth he wrapped it around his waist, the longer part hanging down over his limp cock, the wider flap covering his ass. Tugging the skin tightly, he adjusted it a few times, then brushed it out.
It was warm through his fur, and soft as it pressed around his hips. He took a few steps, feeling his equipment swing under the new cloth, the soft leather rubbing against his ass and shaft in time.
With the old cloth in hand, he strolled slowly across the meadow. The feeling of the leather tickling at his skin was strong and pleasurable. He started to react to it without thinking as he approached his den.
Slipping inside his large room, he noticed his mate was gone for the day. Lunar didn't mind, he would return that night, but for now he wished to see what he looked like dressed in his friend.
Once in front of the mirror, Lunar smiled. The gray fur of his well toned and well muscled body was set off by the reds and whites of his new loincloth. He reached down, brushing over the front flap, feeling it against his skin. Turning, he looked back at his rear, flashing his tail over the edge, watching how the covering moved in time with his tail.
His paws working slowly against the front, he took a step back, admiring himself in his new cloth. "This makes me look hot," he growled, thinking about what his mate would do when he got back home.
With no need of any further prompting, his cock started to rise under the cloth. Blood pumping he felt the head of his cock brush up against the soft leather as it began to lift.
A low growl escaped his lips, as he watched his growing cock lifting under the cloth, raising it open to expose his large shaft and heavy balls to the mirror. More of the leather underside touched and rubbed against his skin as he grew engorged.
With a growl he grabbed the cloth and held it tight around his shaft, stroking twice along his length. The feeling was spectacular, sending a shiver over his whole body as a tiny drop of pre-cum slide from the tip of his shaft, and dropped to the ground.
Letting out a groan, he stumbled back to his bed, setting himself down, pinning the rear end of the cloth under his ass as he started to stoking himself harder with the front. Twisting it to wrap around his shaft he worked in slow measured strokes, each one bringing a little gasp from his lips in pleasure.
Pre-cum started to dribble from his cock tip as he used his free paw to fondle his large balls. He fell back onto the bed, growling to himself as he started to stroke faster, the pre-cum now falling onto his chest fur and trickling around his well-cut abbs
Stroking himself faster, his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He panted, the pleasure growing with each movement. His free paw moving from his balls to grab behind his growling knot, tugging and pulling against it like he was tied to some bitch as he fucked his paw.
He started to buck against the bed, his tail flashing along the sheets as the leather of the loin cloth seemed to pull and stroke his shaft just as much as his own paws did.
Then, after far too little time spent pleasuring himself, he released, his knot swelling large in his paws as he started to cum. Lunar's cock sent a thick stream of cum up over his belly and chest, some splashing into his gaping mouth.
Again and again he shot, thicker and thicker loads up and over his body. Then finally, he gave out, the orgasm releasing him as he fell panting to the bed, the taste of his own cum still fresh on his lips.
He forced himself into a sitting position, sending thick globs of his seed rolling down into the fur of the cloth. He saw himself in the mirror, covered in his own cum, his loin cloth wrapped around his still stiff shaft. He smiled, licking away what he could from his face, and patting the cloth.
"Thank you, Rye, that was incredible," he said, rubbing some of the cum into the fur.
There was a moment of heat from the cloth, and then suddenly it was gone. As was the pleasant warmth that had been there before.
With a happy sigh, Lunar realized his friend was gone, leaving behind the gift of the loin cloth. Lunar didn't feel sad, Rye had done this before, changing himself to please another. He would return soon, same as ever, just like he always did.
Touching the cloth again, he smiled. It still retained its soft feeling against his skin, and he reacted to it immediately. Chuckling to himself, he decided to thank his friend by using his gift to please himself... many times over.
FIN
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Story copyright 2001 by Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com), reposting and archiving is allowed as long as copyright notice, and authors name is not removed. This story can not be published without permission of the author.
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