Through the glass
#1 of The World Beyond
Alrighty. A very old friend asked me if I could do an all male story for him, so I thought I would take a stab at it. Hope you enjoy it.
Comments are appreciated as always.
One night, I lay awake, out under the stars, in my favorite meadow in the mountains. This place was my sanctuary, my paradise. It was the only place in the world where I ever felt truly at peace. The stars were out far above me, uncovered by clouds. It was a rare night, a night with both no moon and no clouds. It was the kind of night that I had always sought when my mind was cluttered, when I felt that the world was pressing down on me. For whenever I was in my sanctuary, on nights like this, I felt like I was a child again. I could spend hour after hour staring up, thinking about nothing, and it never failed to make me feel better. And I needed it. See, recently, my life had seemed like it was determined to break me. The downward spiral had begun a little less than two weeks ago, my girlfriend had left me for my best friend, resulting in our relationship dissolving into an all-out fight. Both of us being martial artists, and both being in good shape, we very nearly put each other in the hospital. Only the intervention of my old girlfriend had kept us from killing each other.
Up until then, I had thought that my life had been going great. I had been just about to head off to college after having had an excellent high school career. I was a black belt and I had thought I had had it made. I had a great girlfriend (I thought at any rate), and I was successfully pulling off something of a double life. In school, I was a normal student, if a little more quiet than most. But on the internet, and in my small group of close friends (Not counting my closest friend, who I had met through my dojo), I was a furry author of certain skill. My fursona was a white wolf, an embroidered non-anthro version of which I used as my personal insignia on my tournament uniform. And then, suddenly and without any warning whatsoever, my life had shattered.
Now, in rapid succession, I had lost my best friend, my girlfriend and almost my will to live. So now, I stared up, breathing the frigid air, silently wishing. I wished for a world to call my own, a place of peace and harmony serene where things like this did not happen. I was awaiting the chill of the dawn, for that was another thing that I loved, and stayed up all night to see. That sounded rather corny, even to me, but it was the absolute truth. But then, far above me, a shooting star lit the sky, a slash of white cutting the black night sky in two. As the streak of brilliant fire faded, something happened, something that I had never felt before, not even during all the other times I had seen such a star. It was a feeling of strange tingling energy creeping across my flesh, the feeling sinking deep into my blood. It felt like someone was trailing fingernails all over my body. It was an amazing sensation, and it brought a feeling back into my heart that I had not felt for a while. It was happiness. Pure joy rose in my heart, and suddenly everything felt better. It felt like everything was right in the world.
The tingly energy stopped crawling through my body, but the ecstasy it had brought remained. Every breath became as a refreshing draft of chill water to a man who whose throat burned with thirst. Every moment I spent waiting for the dawn seemed to be a moment stepping backward. I felt as if I was growing younger with every passing second. I could feel energy massing inside me, every breath drawing more into me from the air around me. And, just as the dawn broke, the feeling vanished totally. It happened so suddenly that I had to wonder whether it had actually happened. It had vanished so fast that I thought it might have been nothing more than a dream. I lay still, watching the skyfire painting the rim of the world brilliant orange and red until it faded to blue, then I got up and walked away, happy for the first time in a while.
All that day, as I made my way back to civilization, I pondered what I had felt that morning. My brief sojourn into the mountains soon ended but I never truly forgot what I had felt, dream or no dream. Instead, I channeled the memory into writing, planning and creating. In my words, I spoke of a world, a world different from our own. A world where no greed or strife existed. A world of eternal summer where time did not pass. Where sickness did not exist; in a word, a perfect paradise. And, when I was finished, I smiled, for it was perfection. While I was so wrapped up in writing, I let the memory of that night fade into my subconscious. However, the morning after I finished writing that plan, everything changed...
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I woke up slowly, letting my mind wake on its own. It was a Saturday and I had nothing important to do today. After rising from my mattress which lay on the floor, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I washed myself with no real concern for what I was doing, my mind still half asleep. The heat of the shower soothed away the last of the aches my fight with my friend had caused and I stood for a while under the hot stream of water, letting it cascade down around me. When I was finished at last, I pulled back the shower curtain and froze, a cry of surprise half way to my lips. The reflection in the mirror across from the shower was not mine. Rather, it was a white furred anthro wolf, taller than I was and very muscular. I stared in shock at the image and it stared right back at me. It was standing in the exact same position I was, or at least as close as its hybrid physiology would allow. I reached upward with a hand and the wolf mirrored the move. I touched the spot on my head where the wolf's ear was, but all I felt was hair on top of my head. All my hands felt was skin, no fur anywhere on my body. I was still human, but my reflection showed me my fursona.
Pondering this strange phenomenon, I tried pinching myself and splashing cold water in my face to wake from the dream I was obviously having, but all to no avail. The apparition in the mirror remained. However, I was due over at my friend's house today for a day of gaming, so I left the bathroom, still puzzled by my odd reflection and got dressed. When I had finished clothing myself, I returned to the bathroom to see if this had made any difference. It had, but it wasn't the difference that I had wanted. All the difference it made was that now the wolf was wearing the same clothes I was, albeit larger versions of them. Sighing to myself in confusion, I left the bathroom and decided to head on over to my friend's house a little early, skipping breakfast. Along the way, I looked in every window, every reflective surface I could find and always it was the wolf that looked back at me, not the human face I was used to. When I knocked on my friend's door, trying to ignore the strange reflection in the brass door knocker, it suddenly occurred to me that my friend might see my altered reflection and that worried me. I had not revealed to him that I was a furry yet, and I didn't know how he would react.
But when the door opened, he let me in with his usual greeting. I found that even when we looked into a mirror side by side, he could not see my altered reflection. Once I figured out that I was the only one who could see it, I began to enjoy seeing it. It was strangely comforting to see what I wished I was in the mirror rather than my human face. Whenever I was bored, I tended to stare at reflective objects, wondering why I was seeing what I was seeing. But finally, a full month later, I figured out exactly why. That morning, after my shower, I stared at the mirror hungrily, desiring nothing more than to take that form. I wanted it so bad in that instant that nothing else mattered. I reached out towards the glass of the mirror, trying with all my might to will my body to change into that shape. I pressed my hand to the glass, the wolf in the mirror following suit. And then, the most amazing thing happened. The wolf that was my reflection winked at me, though I had made no such gesture. Then, all at once, the glass seemed to ripple and a white furred hand reached through the glass. The hand clenched about my wrist and the fur on it tickled my skin. Then suddenly, the wolf's arm muscles tensed and I was pulled through the mirror, my legs narrowly missing the edge of the counter.
The moment I was through the mirror, I felt as though I were flying through the air over a void, and I felt cold and lost and empty. The only thing I could still feel was the wolf's hand clasped to my arm. And then, suddenly, I was through, flying towards the wolf. He braced and caught me easily. I was far too shocked to make a sound at first, for the journey through the glass had left me panting. I stood against the wolf's chest, his powerful arms around me, listening to his heart beating in time with my own. It was extremely comforting to be standing in his arms, never mind the fact that we were both male and both totally naked. I finally mustered my strength to speak after a few moments, but he put a finger to my lips and shook his head. I swallowed the question I had been about to ask, feeling a strange instinct to obey the wolf. Then, without any warning, he lowered his hand and put it on my back, drawing me closer to him. And, before I could react, before I could move, his lips were against mine.
His kiss was like liquid fire flowing down my throat, filling me with its heat and I couldn't help myself. I put my arms around him and pulled in close, pressing my naked body into his warm fur. This felt so good and right that I didn't even think about it. The wolf smiled at my eagerness, and then kissed me again, his tongue darting past my lips in an instant. His saliva tasted sweet like honey and the moment I tasted it, it ignited another fire deep inside me that burned away all the lingering doubts I had had. I eagerly sucked on his tongue for a moment, then returned the gesture, my tongue twining with his between us.
I could feel my cock growing harder and harder by the moment and I was startled a moment later when I felt something hard and sticky bump into my stomach. Breaking the kiss for a moment to look down, I saw the wolf's hard red dick emerging from its sheath and I couldn't help but stare at it hungrily. It was at least two inches across and at least five times as long. It had a different shape than a human's and I reached down with my fingers, caressing his shaft gently. It seemed to be naturally slick, like it was already coated in fluid of some kind. I closed my hand around it and began to stroke it, rubbing his hard flesh gently. In response, he pulled me still closer, grinding his cock against mine. The sensation was so intense, I had to put my arms back around him just to keep my feet.
The wolf put an arm around my shoulders and pulled my head closer to him, kissing me fiercely once more, his long tongue nearly going down my throat. In that moment, I wanted to have sex with him so badly I was actually starting to ache for him, my cock throbbing against his larger member. The wolf seemed to sense my desperation and he bent over slightly, putting one hand behind my knees. He lifted me off the ground with ease, as if I weighed no more than air. He began to carry me out of the bathroom with such ease and gentleness that I nestled my face into the fur of his neck, rubbing my nose into the ruff under his chin, breathing in his scent. It was a strange aroma, indefinable and unique, like nothing I had ever smelled. It made me feel both incredibly randy and comfortable at the same time. While the wolf carried me across a strange hallway and through another doorway, I kissed him on the neck again and again, trying to express my lust. When we were through the doorway, I found myself in a bedroom that looked to be my perfect idea of what a bedroom should look like.
But my attention was on only one thing as the wolf laid me down on the soft bed. Then, he crawled onto the bed with me and knelt on his knees in front of me. I got up on all fours, his red, rock-hard cock filling my gaze, its fluid covered length glistening. I wanted it so bad that I did not hesitate. I came forward on my hands and knees and gave it a tentative lick, unsure of how to begin, but insanely eager to do so. However, the moment I tasted it, I didn't hold back. It tasted somewhat sweet, and a little spicey but it was without a doubt delicious. I began to play my tongue all over it, trailing it up his shaft from the base to tip, then swirling my tongue around the head. A jet of precum sprayed onto my tongue when I did this and I swallowed the sweet liquid on instinct. The moment I did, I desired more. Then, I moved forward, taking his whole head into my mouth at once. I began to suck eagerly on him, swirling with my tongue. Every swirl caused another jet of pre to shoot onto my tongue, driving my desire yet higher; I wanted his seed and I wanted it now.
Taking a deep breath in through my nose, I relaxed my throat and drew him deeper, drawing more of him into my mouth. His rigid cock began working its way down my throat and I swallowed on instinct, the motion of my muscles massaging his penis. The wolf groaned and began to trail his nails along my spine, something I had always enjoyed and I went deeper in response. His cock was now at least seven inches down my throat, but I found I could go no further, not because of the length, but because his knot had at last swelled to it's full size and I couldn't open wide enough to take it. But it didn't really matter right then, because I felt his balls tense up against my chin and I instinctually pulled back off him until just his tip was in my mouth. Just as I stopped pulling back, he grunted, his cock starting to twitch, spraying rivers of white wolf cum into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, eagerly drinking the sweet seed of my wolfish lover. After a few more moments, the torrent of wolf cum ceased and I sat back up, panting hard. My lover simply smiled at me and I saw that his cock was not relaxing at all. It remained rigid and bright red. And, as I sat there, staring at his chiseled body, I found a new desire filling me.
I felt suddenly that if I didn't satisfy the need, I would die, so I turned around, going down on all fours with my legs spread once more. I didn't even have to speak, my lover knew what I wanted. He came up from behind me, his furry legs brushing against the backs of mine. And then, he put his left hand on my shoulders and pushed me down so my waist was higher up. I grinned eagerly, some of his wolf seed bridging the gap between my teeth and lowered my torso, stretching my arms out in front of me. I shivered as his hand slid back along my spine to my hips. The tip of his rigid member, slicked by my saliva and his cum easily parted my cheeks and rested against my entrance. So horny was I that I pressed my hips back against him, signaling what I wanted quite clearly.
For a moment, he seemed to relent, pressing against me, but he did not seek entry. Instead he began to grind his tip up and down my crack, rubbing against me, slicking my ass. I moaned in desire and pressed back into him with renewed urgency, and he finally relented. With one hand he guided his dick so it rested against my entrance again. Then, on instinct, I relaxed jut as he pressed forward again. There was a momentary hesitation as my body resisted, then his tip pushed inside me and I gasped in surprise, for there was no pain, or even discomfort, as I had expected there to be. He continued to push, using the same even pressure and pleasure was all that I felt. Soon his whole head was inside me, stretching me wide open. He continued to push until his knot was pressing against me. The feeling of his length in me felt so incredible that I almost came right then and there. Moments later, he withdrew slowly, then thrust suddenly back into me. It felt so wonderful that I knew I couldn't hold it in for much longer. My lover seemed to know this and began to thrust harder into me. With every thrust, the pressure on my prostate increased, and so did the pleasure. And then, without warning, I came. Sticky ropes of seed coated my stomach and chest and I gasped, panting again.
Despite my orgasm, his penis didn't stop its assault. Instead, as my cum sprayed my abdomen and my ass tightened up around his cock, he actually sped up his thrusting. Every thrust became more and more intense until I thought I would burst with the pleasure. My cock was still rigidly hard and throbbing. With every forward thrust, his knot slammed against my ass, his huge cum-filled balls slapping against my own, increasing the pleasure that was still building in me. I moaned and pressed back against him with each thrust. I could sense his grin when he felt this and he paused in his rhythm for a few seconds, lowering himself slightly so he was resting on top of me. Then he pulled out until only his head was inside and I sensed what he was doing, pushing back and bracing with my hands on the bed. Then, with a powerful forward thrust of his hips that nearly lifted me off the bed, he slammed forward, straining to knot me. For a few moments, we strained together while my butt stretched, stretched and then, with a wet popping sound, his knot shot into me. The moment it was inside, it swelled even larger, tying us together.
I moaned loudly, for I had never felt so full, so satisfyingly filled. It was a sound that didn't belong to a human, a sound of raw animalistic lust. But it wasn't over. He kept on thrusting, his speed and power increasing with every short thrust until I was crying out inarticulately in passion. And then, with a mighty thrust, the wolf slammed into me, burying every inch of his huge dick into me. And suddenly, I felt a warm mass of fluid suddenly pour into me, increasing the pressure on my inside, filling my guts. With every spray of his warm wolf seed, an explosion of wild pleasure washed through me. Beneath the pressure of that onslaught, I came a second time, another load of cum covering more of my skin. The assault of pleasurable sensations was almost too much, so powerful that I almost blacked out. Odd things happened all in a rush. Sounds became colors, tastes became noise and I was dimly aware of my limbs giving out, collapsing onto my stomach, dragging my lover down on top of me, still locked together by his knot in my ass.
For a few moments, I lay still, unable to move, and not having the remotest desire to do so. Then I felt warm furred hands grip my arm and hips gently, turning me so I lay on my side instead. Suddenly, my lover's warm body was pressing against mine from behind, his arms wrapping around my torso. When he stopped moving, he was spooning me, our bodies still linked by his knot. In his arms, with his naked furry body pressing against me, I felt warm, safe and more fulfilled than any other time in my life. I wanted to say something, to thank him for the pleasure he had given me, to tell him what I felt. But I said nothing instead, knowing somehow that it wasn't needed. He knew what I was thinking. I felt a wave of sleepy warmth wash over me and I yawned broadly. Then, with the wolf's hot breath on my neck and his warm body enveloping me from behind, I drifted off to sleep...