Naughty Paws - By The Full Moon
#6 of Fetish
Naughty Paws
A Series of Romantic Encounters
©2014 CarLOS Penguin
Editorial genius provided by Victoria Fox
By The Full Moon
"Day in, day out, work, eat sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat." Shi'iara lamented, exhausted after her shift at the call centre. She was twirling the stir fried beef in her plate with her chopsticks in a mall food court, hungry, but felt too melancholy to down another piece.
"Meh, when I feel like that, I get back to the country and go camping." Bill, her human boyfriend of three months and co-worker said as he 'wolfed' down his plate of noodles ravenously "We should do that. Go camping for the weekend." He said with his mouth half full and waving his chopsticks like a conductor as he came up with the idea. "It would be romantic." he winked.
She pondered the idea. She hadn't been camping before, at least not camping as the humans do it. She had been on a hunting party with her father and brothers when she was very young, but that was more of a work-your-ass-off-in-the-bush type of camp with blood and guts. She did not enjoy it.
"I know a lake. Great for skinny dipping." He said with a smile. "I can get my uncle's truck and my camping gear for next weekend."
"Skinny dipping?" She said with some reservation.
"Swimming naked." He replied. "You never did that before?"
She blushed and shook her head. "There's a lot of things I haven't tried."
"It's nice to explore new things together, isn't it?" He smiled and put his hand on hers. "Maybe we'll even see a few wild animals wander through the nature preserve surrounding the lake."
Her mouth fell open. "Wild... animals?" She said in a worried voice.
"Oh don't worry." He replied. "They're more scared of us than we are of them."
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The rusted old truck that belonged to Bill's uncle rumbled up the dirt service road in the nature preserve. It was just shy of an hour they travelled up the winding, rutted and pitted road. Had it not been summer and dry for a long time, they would have been stuck long ago for sure.
"This is what's called 'off roading'. My uncle and I did a lot of it when we were younger." Bill shouted to Shi'iara over the rumbling and creaking of the truck.
He looked over at her and it was obviously not her thing. She held tightly to her seatbelt with one hand and the door handle with the other, her normally bright golden eyes were a shade of green. "Having fun yet?"
She looked at him and opened her mouth to reply. Quickly she grabbed the crumpled bag beside them that held the rubbish from their fast food lunch before heading up the mountain and un-crumpled it. With a sound of what could have been a raucous 'beer belch', refilled it with her half of the lunch.
Bill chuckled, "We're almost there!"
A cloud of dust formed on the roadway pull-out that was used as a small parking lot by fishermen in the rainy season. The creak of rusted steel could be heard inside the cloud as wool-socked, hiking boot clad feet on one side stepped out and a set of padded, dark grey canine feet touched the ground on the other.
Out of the cloud came Bill with a beaming smile and dressed like an Australian outbacker; sun glasses, Tilly hat, buttoned short sleeved shirt and khaki shorts. He stood with his hands on his hips in front of the cloud that was settling on the dust covered truck. "Perfect!" He exclaimed and looked around.
Coughing and waving the dust from her face, Shi'iara stepped out of the settling cloud, long black hair in disarray, pastel blouse and shorts with soiled patches of dirt from the road and grease from the truck. "Are we having fun yet?" She asked.
"You're such a city girl." He said, sweeping her up in his arms. "Look at the trees, mountains and smell that air!"
She took a deep breath just as the gentle breeze blew the remnants of the dust cloud on them and gave a cough. "If you say so, baby." They both chuckled.
By the time they set up camp and had a light dinner, the sun had already set. The red light of dusk washed over the mountains making them pink and purple and red streaks across the lake. Bill wrapped his arms around the black furred wolfess from behind and nuzzled her, "Now tell me this wasn't all worth it?"
She wrapped his arms over his and took in the beauty, "I'm glad I came." She said and looked over her shoulder at him with sultry eyes, "This definitely is more romantic than a night in front of the TV."
He nuzzled and kissed her neck, distracting her as he opened the button and lowered the zipper on her shorts. She felt them fall to her feet.
She gave a little gasp, "What are you doing?" She exclaimed and instinctively covered herself and twisted her legs.
He laughed, "There's no one here, silly!" He ran his hands down her softly furred arms to her hands and gently pulled them away from her crotch and held them at her side. "Time for that skinny dip, anyway."
Giggling like teenagers, they undressed each other and stood admiring each other's bodies in the context of the wilderness. A feeling far more free, more natural, more wild filled their being than ever before, compared to the confines of his or her apartment. Holding hands, they crossed the road to the trail that led around the lake.
"It feels.... nice! Good to walk around like this." Shi'iara said, surprised with herself as they took a slow walk around the lake before their swim.
"It's a better way to be, isn't it?" Bill replied. "I was one of those crazy kids that just couldn't keep their clothes on."
"That doesn't surprise me." She smiled.
They stopped and sat on a rock that was still warm from the sunny day. They watched the full moon rise above the mountains and reflect across the lake where the frogs sang loudly.
She got up and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around behind his neck. She stroked his hair gently as they looked into the moonlit gleam of each other's eyes. He gently pulled her closer and they kissed.
Their bodies filled with a warm glow as when the first time their lips touched. The romance was intensified by the sound of nature; the frogs, the lapping waves, the rustle of the leaves. Even the cool breeze of the night air coming off the lake held no power against their growing love in each others arms.
Her furred body against his bare chest was warm and sensual, a feeling he relished every time they embraced. Out in the open, it was even more special. He ran his fingers through the fur on her back and down through her tail, which made her moan as she pressed her pelvis against him, causing an immediate erection that she felt push against her pussy, causing her to giggle in response.
"Hold that thought, sweetie." She whispered in his ear, then began to raise herself up.
He gripped her hips and held her down, "I don't want you going anywhere, beautiful. Not right now." He whispered and nibbled at her neck.
She gave a sigh of pleasure and pressed his head from behind further onto her neck as he let out a low, alpha-like growl. "Mmmm, baby..... but I have to pee."
He kissed her cheek and whispered, "My sweetness has a full bladder, does she?"
"Ready to burst, my love." She ran her fingers down his back gently with her claws, both in pleasure and fighting the urge to release.
He kissed her chin as she grunted uncomfortably and squirmed, "Just let it go, sweetie." He wrapped his arms around her, "Let me feel your warmth."
She gave a little gasp of surprise, this was something she had no idea he was into. She wasn't sure herself of this request. But it was coming, she couldn't hold it in any more and his grip informed her that he wasn't about to let her go anywhere.
She lowered her arms and placed her hands gently on his shoulders, relaxing her body. Her legs spread out farther and instinctively, her fluffy, dark wolfess tail raised up high. This made him smile, thinking it adorable.
A warm trickle began flowing over him. Not just warm, but on the side of hot. Her species had an internal body temperature that was four degrees C. warmer than a human. It felt like the gentle trickle of a very warm water running down his penis and over his testicles in a shower. A most erotic sensation he thought
She felt herself blush as such a private moment was being shared with her lover. Her muscles were somewhat tense, shy and despite the pressure inside her, only a trickle of relief was occuring.
A pool of her urine had formed in his lap and her trickle became audible as a slow running faucet in a filling sink. The sound made her stop with a shy little gasp. She felt him release his grip. "It's OK. You're doing fine." He said with a quiet, consoling voice.
She remembered that he wanted this and was able to relax some more. The trickle resumed and increased to a spray that finally gave her a sensation of relief from the pressure. She sighed and smiled.
The scent of her urine filled his nostrils. Not pungent like his own, but a somewhat sweet, almost herbal scent not unlike that of hot tea. He wondered if all her species smelled as pleasant as she, or was it just her? Either way, it was intense, erotic, a fetish being fulfilled!
She heard her pee running on the ground as his lap overflowed. He found this exciting and she found a new way to excite her boyfriend, as strange as she felt it was to drain herself on him.
She let out a long sigh of relief as the last dribbles from between her lips ceased, her tail lowering. She sat back down on him and wrapped her arms around his back, resting her head on his shoulder.
He held her, stroking her long hair lovingly. "Feel better, sweetie?" He whispered in her ear.
"Yes...... strange, but yes." Not sure of what else to say, happy that he was happy with the event, but still not sure of it herself.
He nuzzled her ear, "Does the buck not taste his doe? Does the stallion not scent his mare? It's nature." He whispered and she lifted and cocked her head, curious to his meaning.
"I should clean up" She said and stood up. Still straddling his lap, she felt his hands wrap around and cup her buttocks. "Honey!?" She gasped surprised as he pressed his nose to her wetted pussy. She heard him sniff her and blushed profusely, shy, embarrassed, feeling so exposed. His tongue lapped at her, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. "But... baby, I need.... to... " She said in half-protest before she let out a squeak as his tongue hit the right spot.
His senses were delighted by her sweet scent and a warm, slightly salty flavour of her pee soaked fur. For so long he wanted to experience feral lust with his girlfriend, giving away to raw, animalistic instincts others of human kind sought to shed, but which he secretly embraced. The sight, the sent, the sound, the taste.... his balls burned with the need to release their load.
"Rrrrrow, baby! I need you now!" He said in a voice inflamed with passion as he stood and positioned himself behind her.
She bent over, placing her hands on the rock they were sitting on in response to his amorous growl. Again her tail raised and she felt him grip her hips powerfully, lifting her foot paws off the ground so she was accessible to him at his standing height.
In the months that they had been going out, she had only known her boyfriend to be a tender, gently love maker. Here he was this night being an aggressive, wild stallion out of control with the need to breed. She gave an unbalanced repositioning of her hands on the rock as his penis pressed against her crotch from behind a couple of times before finding its mark. She gave a yip of an "Uh-huh!" as he penetrated her somewhat forcefully and began ramming her like a pent-up stud.
The surprise of the newness of this gave way to a repressed instinct inside of her own being. She felt her fingers curl, digging her manicured, canid claws to the rock as she grunted. Her pussy gripped him tightly as she achieved a panting climax quicker than ever before.
Her passionate, feral grip on him like he had never felt. The sound of her grunts, it was as if all evolution had disappeared for the moment and they were two wild creatures mating in the full moon light. He released his streams inside her with such force that he uttered a feral growl of unprecedented pleasure with her, grunting with each pulse of his orgasm.
How much time had passed as they remained coupled to each other, they didn't know or care. Gently he lowered her feet to the ground as he slipped out of her and her tail brushed across his sensitized body as it lowered. Shi'iara uttered several feral sounds of 'murring' Bill had never heard from her before as she arched her back and raised her body. She turned and fell into his arms.
The night again became still. The sounds of nature once again filled their ears and the warm summer breeze brought their minds back to the moonlit lakeside, careless of how much time had passed in each others arms.
Bill and Shi'iara finally made it into the warm water of the lake, Waist deep, face to face, lost in the moment of staring into the other's eyes. "You're right!" She said, "There are wild animals out here."