A Knight's Tail
Watching Heath Ledger in "Brokeback Mountain" inspired me to do a parody/fanfic on "A Knight's Tale", pairing him off with another favorite actor of mine, Alan Tudyk, as Wash from "Serenity", and as Sonny's voice from "I, Robot". Although this story is listed as Bi, most of the emphasis is on the M/M aspect. I'd like to thank, again, LittleVixen712 and a new critiquer, Steveo90l, for their feedback. And yes, the inclusion of the Bloodhound Gang anachronism is intentional. If you don't know what an anachronism is, the word for the day is: 'Webster's'. Warning: Do not Taunt Happy Fun Ball !(tm). Enjoy!
A Knight's Tail
2006 by Eldyran
As the silver tonged weasel known not yet so far and not yet so wide as Geoffrey Chaucer watched the vixen Lady Jocelyn enter William Thatcher's tent, he smirked and crossed his arms.
"Guenevere goes to Lancelot. Bed him well my Lady ... Bed him well ..."
A few minutes later after he shambled off, the red wolf squire, Wat Falhurst, crept out of the nearby darkness, and slipped through the shadows closer to his best friend's tent. His eyes scanned the night, ever wary, and his large ears flickered with nervousness. His tongue slid over his tensed muzzle lips, and just barely touched the dark red fur of his chin. As he crept up closer to the tent, his ears picked up the sounds of paired moaning. He moved apart some of the thicker material and watched through thin curtains as the nude, petite vixen rode atop the stocky, well defined lion.
Her hips rocked back and forth on top of his well muscled thighs in a gentle, rolling rhythm. The supple, furred flesh of her small, perked breasts trembled slightly with each thrust of her arched back. Her head drew back and a load, excited moan of rich pleasure escaped her black muzzle lips, her dark eyes slightly closed. Wat's wide, gray eyes watched her sensual ministrations not with voyeuristic lust, but with a deep, torturous envy.
The red wolf's eyes slid down to the form of his best friend. His well trimmed mane ruffled with each rock of the vixen's slender body; his tan, course fur already darkened, matted with sweat. The great muscles of the lion's chest and abdomen strained, flexed as William met the downward thrusts of his vixen lady, and the sight of his knightly, regal, naked friend caused Wat's dark tip to emerge from its protective sheath in his simple squire breeches.
He was deathly jealous of the vixen before they even got to the jousting tournament here in Paris, and this erotic scene playing out before him only drove this blistering envy deeper into the very chambers of his beating heart. In what world could such a lankly, scruffy peasant wolf ever hope to place measure against a shapely, well groomed, vixen of noble blood?
Such a world did not exist.
Even though he desired nothing more than to see his best friend William fall in love, this infernal conflict of desires vexed him greatly. He had even helped in delivering the token of love from the vixen back to the lion, but he found it hard to feign disgust when the delivered the maiden's kiss on William's muzzle lips earlier this very morn. The red wolf started to pant, his gray eyes closed a bit, as thoughts of the kiss began to cloud his reason, take stubborn residence in his mind. He remembered back to one particular night when they were both young, adolescent squires of Sir Ector. On that muggy summer night Ector bade them to clean the stables together, without supervision, interruption. Without realizing it, both friends soon found themselves tousling, rolling in the stale straw, pawing at each other's taught, masculine bodies, muzzles locked in a fervent kiss.
The heat of that night only added to their arousal, and their furs soon were stained dark with sweat as they pressed their naked, furry bodies closer and closer together in sensual rhythm. Their moans of excitement, lust, soon overcame the nervous whinny of the foal housed in the simple stable, and the thick, heavy musk of male arousal amalgamated with the pungent odor of horse manure. Soon their cries of young, virile passion broke, their seed spilling between each other, mixing, trapped between the sweat soaked fur of their stomachs.
A sudden noise broke Wat out of his erotic reverie, and with lithe grace unequaled, he slipped into the shadows once more. A few moments later, the Lady Jocelyn strutted out of the tent, her bushy red and white furred tail whipped about, a smug grin on her face. When she disappeared around a cluster of tents, Wat gripped his hardened shaft through his breeches and stroked a few times, eyes closing from the intense sensation. He looked inside, and after his erection had abated a bit, entered William's tent.
"O' Hail Baron of Battered Body and Ego, Sir Ulric of Splintered Lance, how goes this eve?" The red wolf chirped with a smirk as he sundered close to the lion's bed. William looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh stow it Wat. I'm in no mood to listen to your blatherer or ribbing's." Despite the biting words, the lion's face was amused, mayhaps even glad that his long time friend and squire would choose to check up on him. No matter what, William knew that Wat would always have his backside. "Wouldn't you rather pester Geoffry or Kate? That cougaress has a eye on you. I swear to God she does. Why, I have no idea, unless she fancies fleas."
Wat's muzzle twisted in mock indignation, fangs bared, and he leapt on the bed, attempting to grip the lion's mane in a headlock. A roar of pain caused the red wolf to cease his attack and he fell back, sitting in deep worry. The lion cradled his battered and cracked ribs, eyes full of pain and light tears.
"William ... whats gone wrong with you? Here now ... let's have a look." The wolf took his paws and gently moved the lion's own, exposing the mottled blue and black flesh that hid just beneath the lower chest fur of the lion. "Christ Almighty Will, did you lay in the middle of a road as a sultan's caravan drove over?"
"The lay healer says I'll be fine." William replied as he pulled the covers over his bruised ribs.
"Fine my pale arse! Are you bloody daft? That does it! No more of this nonsense! Ever since you rode in Sir Ector's place, you've had mad delusions of fame and riches." Wat's paw lightly touched the furry cheek of his friend, then clutched a golden lock of his mane. "Your fur, your mane, its all different. You're different William, and not for the better I say!"
"The devil you say!" William retorted, pushing the wolf's paw away.
"Tis true, now listen well!" The lanky wolf's fangs bared for a moment, silencing the obstinate lion. "We've know each other since Sir Ector, God rest his soul, took me in. I've broken my back beside you, fought off drunken braggarts beside you, dreamt beside you for far too long for me to just shite myself here and allow you to do this to yourself! I want the old William back ..."
"It's the Lady isn't it?" William looked up to his best friend. Amber eyes meet gray ones, but only for the most fleeting of moments, before the red wolf tore his gaze away, eyes brimming over with pent up jealousy.
"Was the vixen worth it?" The lion smiled in response, and his massive, herculean paw gripped the red wolf's thigh.
"She has been weighed, she has been measured, and she has been found ... wanting ..."
Wat turned, astonishment on his visage. He examined the expression on the lion's countenance, and after realizing he meant what he implied, reached out tentatively to run his trembling paws over his best friend's broad, naked chest. The lion's head sank back into the goose down pillow, and a low moan escaped from his partially open, black muzzle lips, eyes now closed. Wat's paws ran over the thick, solid pectoral muscles, thumb claws just grazing the perked nubs of flesh on each one, causing the lion to growl in laconic delight.
The red wolf crawled atop his knight, straddling the hard, masculine form. He felt the already stiff member pressing against his breeches from below the silk sheets, and his gray eyes closed, rubbing against it slightly. The sensual contact from his groin sent waves of fiery desire up into the rest of his body, setting it ablaze with lust. Wat pulled off his shirt, and William opened his eyes to gaze upon the slender, yet defined, red, furry form.
The lion's hot breath caught fast in his throat, and he felt his heart beat even faster, blood pounding against the vessels that contained it. Oh how long he had awaited for this moment, but was too afraid that Wat would think it queer, unusual, that he, proud William, would long on stifling, still nights for his scruffy red furred friend's arse. He reached forth with a large, robust paw and lazily caressed the chest of his best friend, before sliding his paw down the front of his breeches, grasping the hardness he felt there. With a deft motion of his paw, he pulled the cord that held Wat's breeches, and started to pull them off the red wolf ...
Meanwhile the farrier cougaress Kate strolled about the dark campsite, heading for her knight's tent. She gripped his breastplate piece in one paw, the alloy she crafted light, yet strong. Sturdy enough to ward off a lance or two, but the bull headed lion just had to abide by that tease of a vixen, and sit there atop his stallion, taking lance after lance full on, like some punishment seeking glutton. She had no idea what the knight saw in the lady vixen. The vixen's breasts left much to be desired anyway ...
It had taken her almost four hours to hammer out all the dents in the armor she ornately crafted with such intricate care, and she stormed to his tent loose her tongue upon the bruised lion for his fool heartedness. When she reached the opening to the knights tent however, a series of growls and moans made her pause, and she looked into the tent, curious. What she saw shocked her, and a quiet gasp escaped her feline lips. Wat the squire rode naked atop the knight William, who bucked like a enraged stallion, trying to toss its rider. She froze, the sight tore rational thought from her mind, and without knowing it, one of her paws drifted over her chest to cup one of her firm, subtle breasts ...
Inside the tent, the passion between the red wolf and lion began to build in crescendo. Sweat soaked Wat's brow as his hips bucked up and down. His muzzle gritted, torn between grim determination and unequaled pleasure. There was no gentleness, no love making in this coupling, the type of rutting some would say that only two males can understand; earnest, feral, primal. Wat drove down upon the lion's thick shaft hard, his insides parted for the mammoth lion cock with each downward thrust of his powerful hips. Each time he hilted the massive lion's sword, his own body became nothing than a shuddering, fleshy sheath of Eros. It made him feel whole, until the next upthrust left him incomplete, empty, yearning to be filled once more with William's enormous member.
Williams own body ached, not only from his wounds, but also the burning, building need for carnal release. Each time the red wolf slammed down on his battered body, his plum sized, swollen, seed filled furry sacks slapped against the underside of Wat's bushy tail and drove his ragged senses mad. His paws gripped the red wolf's hips, and used the leverage to angle Wat's down thrusts so that his slick, sensitive lion phallus slid against his freind's prostrate. Each of his penile spines pricked against the wolf's tight passage, only fueling the sensation. William growled; sweat poured from every pore like a overturned chalice, turning his tan fur dark. William's amber eyes focused on the bobbing hardened wolf cock in front of him, and he tried to lean in to wrap his muzzle lips around it, to suckle the precum squirting from it like the nectar from honeysuckle on a sweltering afternoon. Hot pain shot through his ribs, and he growled out in intense pain.
"Easy my Lord ..." Wat pushed the lion gently back into the sheets, caressing his solid, ripped chest. The look of need in the lion's amber eyes made the red wolf smirk. "If my Lord cant come to my seed, then my seed shall come to my Lord." With that decree, Wat's down thrusts became faster, harder, body slapping rhythmically against his William's own. The red wolf gripped his own slick, hardened member as he frantically rode his best friend, and pumped it to and fro, all the way from tapered tip to swollen knot.
As the William stared at the erotic act, muzzle agape, Wat groaned; beat his member faster. William felt the red wolf's prostate twitch as it ground against him on one last thrust, and without warning Wat's hot spunk shot on his face, some into his open muzzle. William moaned at the gesture, opening his muzzle up more to catch as much as he could of the salty, tasty, thick wolf cream. His large tongue lapped at his flat, broad nose to get at a huge spurt that landed there.
Both friends moaned in satisfaction, as the sudden clatter of a piece of thin metal just outside the entrance made their heads turn at the same time. They both knew who it was from the light din noise the alloyed metal made as it struck hard packed dirt and stone. Wat turned back to his friend with a smirk, gently resting his weigh closer to the lion.
"Me thinks curious eyes have besieged us William."
"Aye, I agree," replied the lion with a similar smirk as he used his long tongue to clean his face, "What do you say we stage a performance so igneous, that the sweltering furnace of a forge will seem like the bitter heart of winter to her?" The wolf looked down at his friend.
"William, thats doublespeak. No fire on God's righteous earth could even hope to melt that frigid exterior of our farrier ice queen. That cougaress' legs are snapped together tighter than a rusty bear trap.
"Are you so sure, Wat? Five silver Florins says that she stays and watches."
"The heat has oppressed your brain William. Ten silver says she bolts from your oversized ego and wicked implications of exhibition."
"Fifteen."
"Twenty."
"Thirty says she joins our company." The red wolf gasped at the lion's outrageous suggestion, then snickered.
"You've taken too many lances to your helm, William. Twenty says she leaves, and the loser has to slumber with the winner tonight in his own tent." The lion licked his back muzzle lips thoughtfully.
"That's a risky, yet tempting wager my friend. I call." With that the lion pushed off the wolf abruptly, and with the slightest growls of pain, barely more than a mew really, pounced on the red wolf's naked backside. The robust lion forced the lanky wolf down into the bed, pinning Wat's arms behind his back.
"William! What in the nine hells are you doing??!! Your ribs!" The naked lion smirked and reached by the side of his bed for a free piece of silk material. William's massive, stiff lion cock bobbed gently between the furred, split cleft of the red wolf's arse as he did so, and Wat's red bushy tail flickered with the sensual suggestion. The lion wrapped the silk material around the pinned wrists of his best friend with much haste, as his competitive and brash nature tangled with his exhibitionistic lecherousness. Wat struggled, thrashed against the iron grip of the stronger lion, unsure of the sudden change in his long time friend. The lion sneered coly, his amber eyes like cinder's in the night, and after he finished securing the red wolf's paws behind his back, placed a massive paw on the back of Wat's skull, pushing his muzzle into the soft material of the bed.
"Mind your tongue, Squire. In the decade you served your previous knight did you once loose your muzzle and question him?"
"N .. no ..?" The red wolf's eyes fletched about, nervous. His tail however, twitched with swelling excitement. He was bound and helpless, prone against the hard, muscular body of the dominant lion. Despite his primal fear, he felt the sheets under his stiffing member become soaked with arousal. His whole lithe, taught body trembled with trepidation, need. William growled low into Wat's ear, and long canines bit into the scruff of the gangly red wolf pinned below him, almost drawing blood. Wat gasped with the sudden flare of pain, and a spurt of his pre shot into the bed. The lion released the wolf's scruff and lecherously leaned back to place his painful, stiff lion shaft at the quivering entrance of his squire.
"When why do you feel the need to question the actions of this knight?" The wolf glanced back to meet the humorous eyes of his best friend.
"Your not really a knight William ..."
"Tonight I am. I am your knight. And tonight my squire will service me how I see fit."
Both furs grinned at each other. As the knight started to push his thick member into the tight, warm bowels of his squire, both of them groaned with the sensation, eyes closing. William shuddered as his flared tip parted the snug, slick insides of Wat, while the small backwards spines on his feline phallus scraped against the wolf's prostrate. Wat gasped as the lion's shaft hilted him, his best friend now balls deep in his own arse. The warm, plum sized furry sacs rested snug against his own, and it sent shivers up his tight spine, his bound paws flexing.
William pulled out slowly, his spines bristled against Wat's tight fuck tunnel. The lion thrust in again, which illicited a moan from his bound squire, still pinned underneath his hard, feline form. The lion soon worked up to a skillful, powerful rhythm, and while they both began to cry out in ecstasy, they both opened their eyes to knowingly gaze at their rapt audience, standing just outside in the shadows of the tent ...
A few moments earlier the cougaress Kate's yellow eyes were locked on the scene that played out before her. She seemed unable to catch her breath as she watched the red wolf quire ride atop his lion knight with the exuberance of a young maiden who had just received her first mare. Wat's muscles rippled like a field of wheat on a windy day, and the powerful lion underneath met every thrust with a matched, sensual rhythm. Her left paw unconsciously caressed the swelled left teat of her endowment, shudders of delight coursing through her chest. While it was true that most males did not strike her fancy, the erotic, primal dance between the red wolf and lion proved more than simulating.
As the Wat whispered something to William, he gripped his own bobbing, stiff, slick shaft and stroked himself in time to the movement of his hips. Without warning, the red wolf's member exploded onto his best friend's feline face, and the unexpected sight caused Kate to gasp and drop the breastplate in her now slack right paw. The thin, yet strong metal stuck the ground with a resounding din, and Kate's wide eyes swerved back inside with a small amount of trepidation. She had been made, and the realization froze her, the two pairs of male eyes scanned the spot in the darkness where she stood. To her astonishment they whispered a bit to each other, before the lion threw his rider and pounced him from behind. Her vertical, slit, feline eyes widened as William bound his squire, and bit down on the scuff of Wat's lupine neck, before the knight sank his rock hard lion meat into the shuddering depths of his best friend.
The blacksmith was unable to move, the wanton display before her rooted her hind feet to the earth as if leadened. As the lion worked up a steady pace, his lion cock disappearing into and re-emerging from the depths of the bound, helpless wolf, both opened their eyes to stare directly into the female cougar's own. Her muzzled split just a bit in surprise, before she realized that this act was staged just for her. She turned to scan the rest of darkened encampment, eye nervous, sandpaper tongue sliding over sharp, deadly eyeteeth. Aside from a male coyote minstrel who had taken a seat a few tents away, busy with his lute in the last verse of 'Ecce torpet', no one seemed to mind her, or her prying yellow eyes. Unexpectedly, the minstrel smiled at her, and broke into unknown an verse.
'You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, So let's do it like they do on the discovery channel ...'.
The minstrel sang in earnest, voice melodic, eyes sincere. Kate raised an furry eyebrow before she smiled to him, and turned back to her the two male exhibitionists. William's brow had creased, maw gritted in pleasure and determination. One of his massive paws forced Wat's head into the bedding, but the wolf's muzzle split with deep moans of unfathomable pleasure, eyes locked on her own. The lion arched his hips toward the bound wolf, which only drove his thick, slick, red shaft deeper and faster still within the lupine's quivering tail hole.
Kate's own voyeuristic passions took hold of her lust filled body, and the left paw crept back to to tease one of the perks nubs of flesh on her left breast through her blouse, while the right paw slid down her taught stomach, underneath her skirt, to reach the fiery, slick cleft between her strong thighs. Her yellow eyes almost sealed shut as her rough pad slid up and down her wet slit, the swollen lips of her sex puffy with feminine, feline heat. Her throat was caught somewhere between aroused purr and silent gasps of excitement, as an extracted claw circled her engorged clit, which sent sock waves of pleasure coursing through her shuddering, slight female frame. Her eyes opened again, and she stepped into the tent, out of shadow, to meet her personal performers eye to eye.
All three locked eyes, and each feed off the carnal passions that brimmed over in each lust filled gaze. As the lion growled with desire, thrusting into the bound wolf's restrained form underneath him with a quicken pace, the wolf underneath him began to growl, teeth bared to the cougaress. The red wolf thrashed about against his silk bonds, the thick lion meat slammed again and again against his swollen, hard prostrate. William's penile spines poked the trembling organ with each massive rock their sweaty, moaning bodies, and drove Wat closer and closer to the precipice of his climax. Kat's muzzle parted with a answering yowl as her furry digit slid its way inside her hot sex, sliding in and out in pace to the lion's own titanic thrusts. Now that the cougaress was within earshot, William leaned down as his stomach slapped against Wat's bushy red tail, and spoke into his best friend's twitching ear.
"My seed shall spill into you this night, I swear it!"
This caused the red wolf to shudder, eyes closed, and with a howl, his trapped member emptied into the sheet underneath him as his convulsing insides clamped around the mammoth feline cock like a iron vice. The lion, despite the pain that flared in his lower ribs, thrust deep one last time, back arching, head pulled back in a roar that shook the very foundations of heaven itself. As his large, furry sacs emptied into his squire, the lion's sizzling spunk splashed against the red wolf's burning, clenched insides. The cougaress pinched her perked nipple hard, and her furry digit buried itself deep within her heat. A rough thumb pad ground against her clit just as the tsunamic waves of her orgasm swept over her, her screams almost drowned in fathomless pleasure.
As their cries of shared passion died over the ensuing moments, each regained their breaths, composure, before a grin from Kate announced her intent on a discreet leave. She exited without commotion, leaving the lion to embrace the wolf's sweaty, exhausted form, and William nuzzled Wat's back shoulder.
"Where's my twenty silver Florins?"
"You'll get it when you win the World Jousting Tournament in London."
"What will I do until then?"
"Be my personal horse, and let me ride you every night till then ..."
"I'd rather stick a feed bag on that braggart's muzzle you have ..."
Both friend's nuzzled each other, and as their furry, forms intertwined, they drifted off to a well deserved, uninterrupted night's rest.
"Um William ... you can loose my wrists now ..."
"Maybe when the sun rises ..."
~ Fin ~
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