Chapter 1
The
Wolf's PreyChapter
1Apologies for using first person this
time, it flowed a lot easier than third. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed,
and feel free to criticize if you did not. Hoping the second installment doesn't
take nearly as long as the first. Being tall isn't all it's cracked
up to be. As a wolf, I should be glad that I stand at 6'4. I should be happy
that it was easy for me to put on my muscles and that it's still easy to
maintain them. With a body like mine, covered in midnight black fur, I've got a
body worthy of recognition by a roman or greek soldier. My claws were all
black, except for the middle digits. Those were white and I painted them to
match.It was days like this that made me
hate being so tall. Being tall makes it hard to be invisible in a class full of
shorter furs and being black makes it even harder not to stand out against any
one of the four black walls. I had my hood over my ears and my hands in my
jacket pockets. I figured the white would normalize me a little. The dragon at the front of the
class hadn't called my name yet, and for that I was thankful. I hated to be
called on in class to say the answer to a question I didn't know. I paid
attention and passed all my tests, sure, but I was never asked a question about
something I knew. I was either day dreaming or not paying attention or I'd
fallen asleep. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I
quickly whipped it out beside my leg, thinking I'd gotten a message from
someone. It was just a game request. I flicked it away and stuffed my device
back home. I was thinking about going to sleep when my ears caught the click of
the door handle twisting open. I couldn't help but glance and I met the eyes of
a tiger briefly. He didn't pay me any attention, like I had finally achieved my
invisibility, and that made my chest feel tight. Truth be told, I didn't even know
who he was. But that small glance was all it took for me to know I wanted to
make him mine. That I would make him mine. My heartbeat was throbbing in my
ears and I lowered my head against my desk, watching as he filed into the row
of seats ahead of me. His rump nearly brushed my face as he shuffled past and
my nose caught his masculine scent. It was light because he showered and was
mostly hidden underneath a fog of melon-scented spray, but my nose was
sensitive enough to pick through and grab onto his scent. My shorts tented. Just a little.
The tip of my wolfhood pushed against my zipper until it was uncomfortably
tight and I had to squeeze down to my toes to try to keep everything under
control. The last thing I needed was to get called to the front of the class
with a hard on. Again. Last time I'd managed to sneak a paw under my jacket and
flick it up to hide it, but I'd still felt like I was naked in front of
everyone else. I knew those I walked past had to have smelled it. By now I could just see the back of
his head. I knew who he was, sort of. I knew his name was John and that he'd asserted
a few times that he was a Malayan tiger and not a Bengal or
Sumatran tiger. I wasn't sure of the difference. He just looked like a
tiger to me. Orange. White. Black stripes. He had white on his ears and his
tail was lazily pooled underneath his chair like a rope so it wouldn't get
stepped on by anyone going to take a piss. It was that thought that made me
realize my bone wasn't going away because I had to piss, too. The teacher wasn't
the hard ass he looked like, so it was nothing for a student to wave his hand
and head to the door to go to the bathroom. When the door closed behind me I
let out a sigh of relief and tugged my phone free again, tapping at the icon
with the bird on it. The halls were nice when they were empty; white with a
blue stripe at waist height and red below that. The tiles on the floor were
white with gross-looking spackles. Those spackles turned to lines in my
periphery as I flicked through posts, but nothing jumped out at me. The smell
of piss let me know I was in the bathroom. I chose the second of three urinals
out of habit. I liked to sneak glances and there was no partition between. I was careful with the zipper and I
didn't have to tug my sheath down before relaxing my internal muscles and
releasing my thick stream. My fingers flicked to my phone again as I heard
someone else enter. The tiger. He didn't pay much attention to me as he took
position and unzipped. I kept my eyes downcast and carefully opened my camera
app, angling the lens toward his crotch. As soon as I saw his fingers pull his
cock out I tapped the shutter button as many times as I could before his stream
spattered the porcelain. A second later and my phone was in my pocket again and
its weight was like a brick. I flicked the last drops from my
red flesh and tugged my sheath up over it before zipping and turning to leave.
If that tiger had canine ears he'd be able to hear how hard my chest was
pounding. It felt like a drum. When I peeked at the photos I'd taken I was
surprised. The tiger had a foreskin instead of a sheath and his glans stood out
nicely against his orange fingers while he held that skin back. I was quick to
delete the third photo that showed his slit spread open around a flood of
urine. The class felt warmer than when I'd
left and I kept my nose in my notes to keep myself from thinking about what I'd
done. The class couldn't have ended more quickly. I didn't regard the door as
he entered this time, instead I just kept writing what the teacher said. He
could have caught me, easily. He could have told the teacher or, worse, taken a
swing at me. I managed to make it home without
popping another boner, and I really should have been proud of myself for that.
I went straight to my room, locked the door, and dropped my pants. My hand was
on my cock before my butt was on my bed. It didn't take many strokes for my
toes to curl. A gentle pull on my knot was all it took for warmth to splatter
against my belly and I was so exhausted from the rest of the day that I fell
almost immediately into sleep. The world transitioned into a sea
of orange and black. Warmth and masculine odors intertwined as I pushed my face
into a tiger's chest. I held him close and he held me closer, possessively, and
growled into my ear. I could smell him, the same scent as before. Happiness
flooded my body like electricity and my lips felt stretched so wide they almost
hurt. I don't remember the last time I
felt that happy. For as long as I can remember I've carried a numbness with me.
I felt even more numb when I woke, fingers curled around my sheath. Thoughts of
John and the tiger from my dreams replayed and I checked the pictures I'd taken
earlier. The second of three was fuzzy and the third I'd deleted earlier had
been of him pissing. The one clear shot I had showed half of a big, wet cock
head covered with a thick foreskin. It made my muzzle water. I'd sucked a dick
before, sure, but I'd never had one in my mouth that looked like that. It was
exotic, almost. It made me want him more. I felt lonely, laying in my bed
without him next to me. I knew I wanted somebody else for a while, but now I
knew exactly who I wanted to fill my void. Who it had to be. There was simply
no other option. I racked my brain for a while,
thinking about the best way to approach John. He was always hanging out with a
fox named Kyle. That could be my way to him. I'd write him a note tonight and
have Kyle pass it to John tomorrow. I didn't even know if the tiger was gay,
but I'd heard rumors he kissed another guy at a party last year. I lifted my
paw to my nose and took a breath of my strong musky scent, imaging for a moment
it was the tiger who'd jerked off on my belly and not myself. And in the back
of my mind, I thought of what my letter might say.