Cruising the Woods
Cruising the Woods
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A commission for Aaron Blackpaw who has too many kinky ideas to count, but thankfully also has a tiger whose tail he can tug to get some of these out in words! Hope you like this, too, and don't mind the smudgy pawprints, SecondGruffy can get so...fingery...on occasion.
Cheers!
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It was a perfect, cloudless night. It was not quite the full moon, but this far from the city lights, it was more than enough to cast its shadows and paint the forest into a mysterious, dark landscape that was alive in the lupine night vision. The colors might have faded away with the day but the shapes, the movement, it all seemed to become more vibrant when the distraction of color was removed altogether and replaced by the glow of the moon, high above the treetops where it had steadily climbed throughout the eve.
The wolf was striding through a pathless section of the woods, with fast, steady steps that swung his hips, his tail and his shoulders accordingly. He walked with a low, aggressive posture that left nothing to be imagined about his nature. His furs were as black as the night, and if he didn't move, he could have briefly melted into the darkness.
He was on the move, though, and more than that.
Aaron was prowling.
The black wolf wore very little on this night. He had left his clothes into the car and had headed into the woods only in a small black leather jockstrap and a matching black leather harness that formed a cross across his chest and terminated on a stainless steel 'O' over his breastbone, the component that held the whole harness together. Fingerless leather gloves adorned his paws, but his footpaws were bare, the wolf having decided to forego shoes for this occasion. He wanted to feel the fallen leaves, the cooling soil, the damp moss and every snapping branch under his soles and toes, to experience the nature that surrounded him in a manner more visceral than was otherwise possible.
His senses were alive, encouraged by the darkness and the cool air that made his sweaty furs bristle enjoyably. He had been running earlier but had now slowed down into a more steady pace of walking, yet quickly enough that he was covering some serious ground nonetheless. Aaron might have been out for a prowl, but he could also use the exercise, to send the blood flowing through his muscled, tall body. He carried every hard-worked pound with pride that was evident from every aspect of his demeanor and now it was all in full display, from the alert ears to the keen, shockingly green eyes and the roll of his back into his muscled hips and rear, the powerhouses that propelled him along the forest with no path.
He had wandered away from the path. Its presence he could tell easily enough, even in the dark. The myriad of scents that everyone passing through it had left there during the day was carried over to his nose by the wind that wafted through the trees. Young, old, men, women, children, he could discern them, but did not seek to identify them. White noise of the olfactory kind, thought the wolf, with a private grin, none of his concern. They were fading ones, after all, not belonging to anyone the wolf might be interested in.
The leaves and moss tickled his soles when he ran again, making good ground. Occasionally he would stop, to sniff for further signs of invaders into his territory.
The wolf let out a pleased growl. It might have been public land, at least on paper, but for now the woods belonged to him.
He moved through the trees until something offended him. The wolf's tail grew bushy and he dropped to all fours, sniffing open-mawed like a feral dog seeking further signs of intrusion. His throat growled with a noise that was pleasurable to him, the man slowly being replaced by a beast, at least in his mind.
"Grrr..."
The wolf sniffed. Someone had been there and marked the territory. He could smell it, rank and stuffy against the trunk of an old tree. It made Aaron sneer. Someone must've thought themselves to be a pretty big shot for taking such a step in this particular forest.
"GRrrrrrhhh..."
The wolf was quick to rise back onto his feet. He tugged the skimpy jockstrap down, pulled on his sheath and released a stream of acrid, stinky urine. It dribbled against the tree trunk and painted it dark, even in the moonlight, and the deep, heady filled the air. It replaced that of the previous visitor to this marked tree, overcame it, rank and musky and funky in its own right.
Aaron shook his dick and buttoned up again, and sniffed hard to make sure that the proper scent was now lingering in the air. He knew that the wind would carry it and tell anyone approaching that a big wolf had been there.
A wolf on the prowl.
Again he moved, all the senses open into the night. The noises of the city, dim on the distance, the moonlight, the glow of countless lamps reflected on clouds high above and to the east, the rustle of leaves and the rattle of breaths coming at a rapid pace from the wolf's lungs as they worked to feed his muscles. His legs pumped and he ran, blood rushing in his ears.
Nothing made Aaron feel alive like the night, how it awakened him in such a primal way that he could barely describe in words if anyone ever dared to question him. Darting from tree to tree, up a small hill and then down to its base where he crouched, breathed, feeling the burn in his thighs from the outrageous posture, tail held up high as if he was using it to measure the direction of the wind.
He was sniffing again, head turning into all directions. The wind carried its messages obediently, although it was a finicky messenger, prone to moods and sudden shifts in direction.
A bit like the USPS, thought the wolf, in a less poetic way, as he kicked turf under his clawed toes when he moved again.
He re-discovered the graveled footpaths but did not step on it. Instead the wolf leaped clear over it and landed on all fours. His back arched and his shoulders swung down, teeth bared and another growl rising deep from where they made. His fingers dug into cold soil and he could smell the earth, damp and alive.
His lips tasted like sweat and made him bulge even further into his jockstrap while he made for another direction, deeper into the woods. It was better to be away from the more public parts of the park in case the wanderers one might encounter there weren't quite as well tuned into the...scent...of the night as he was. There was no point for a big bad wolf to scare the innocent, he thought, with a smirk, lurching into the true darkness deeper in the park.
His long strides came to a halt, after a few further moments of pacing. Aaron thought he had smelled something familiar again, a scent he had picked up earlier as well. He stopped and let his nose sample the air in all directions, picked one where he thought the lead was most promising and continued at a covert speed.
Perhaps a hundred yards in and his furs spiked, his tail and all. He could smell the strong stench of urine, rising from somewhere nearby. it made the black wolf sneer. He didn't want it on him, did not want to smell it for very long. It was coming from a tree trunk, he was sure, someone had stopped to mark the territory again.
Intruder! yelled his mind.
He contemplated whether to stop and to add splash of his own to cover that foreign musk, but he decided against it. Instead he decided to follow the scent trail, to find the source instead. He had not yet seen any of the nocturnal denizens of the park, and was curious on the identity of this particular one. The scent was not familiar, not beyond him having picked it up twice now.
The black wolf did not like strangers.
Aaron crouched onto all fours and proceeded in such a fashion. He kept his nose low, to search for the trail left by footpaws. He picked a hint of leather as well, different from his own. Mustier.
The black wolf crept through the woods.
He could tell he was getting closer.
His furs felt more alive.
Where are you little shit?
Not so little, once his eyes finally caught a glimpse of the fur in question. It was a tiger of some stature, keeping position next to a large tree. The swing of his long striped tail was easily visible even in the twilight of the woods. His body was bare but for the leather he wore, some kind of pants, Aaron spied, smelling even further musk, this close by, his own body low to the ground. The wolf was sure that the tiger had not noticed him yet. The tiger was too busy minding his own business...or simply very good at keeping his reactions in check.
Here kitty kitty kitty...
There was no mistaking it, Aaron thought, this had to be the fur who had decided to try being a big shot by marking the territory. He could smell the lingering stench of the tiger's piss even now. It made him want to snort his nose clear of it. Maybe the stupid cat had even taken a leak on that tree he was leaning on with one paw.
Aaron was not gonna let such behavior go unnoticed, the wolf decided. It might have been a public park, but big wolves easily got territorial.
"Grrr..."
He could almost hear the tiger's ears flicking, swiveling, seeking the source of the noise coming from somewhere to his side. His tail made a swish through the air, another reaction the cat was not entirely in control of.
Aaron moved on all fours still, weight low, shoulders up and his back arched, tail bristled like a brush. He allowed his movements to become noisier, by choice, so that the tiger would know that someone was coming. There was no point in startling him after the very satisfying initial shock of hearing someone's approach.
The black wolf stood to his feet, upright and with his posture broad while he now faced to the cat. This close, and in this light, he could see the darkness of the night melt away and create a further contrast over the tiger's body. He was nude from the waist up, and the outlines of stripes could be made out in lupine night vision. The rest was covered in leather, some sort of chaps, with a heavy belt around the waist. No shoes or boots, either, Aaron thought with a hint of pleasure. That had made it easier to follow the pawprints, based on the trail of scent his pads created, whether the tiger had wanted it or not.
"Nhhhhhhhhh."
The tiger sniffed the air. Probably sizing up the wolf much like he had checked out the tiger from afar. Aaron still wondered whether the tiger had noticed him coming before he had deliberately made himself known. Now the tiger could see dark fur, even darker leather and the glimmer of sharp eyes.
"Grrrr," Aaron puffed out his chest.
The tiger's tail looped behind him again. Aaron could see his paws flexing on his sides. The cat was looking at him carefully. Aaron wondered whether the tiger considered him as much an intruder as Aaron thought the tiger to be one, for marking the land like he did.
"Evening," the cat said.
His voice was low and gravely with a rumble. Aaron could feel it on his very whiskers.
"Ya," said the harness-wearing black wolf.
"How goes?" rumbled the tiger.
Aaron thought that was superfluous. He was fucking sure that they were both there because of things going exactly the same for both of them, in the form of a chronic increased vascular activity in the groin region.
"Hmmmh," Aaron shrugged. "It goes."
The tiger chuffed.
"Quiet night," the tiger said.
"Good for walking," Aaron said.
The tiger chuckled. Aaron didn't like the sound of it. It edged onto the kind of smugness Aaron didn't approve of.
"Almost too quiet," said the tiger. Aaron could tell that the cat was grinning.
"Grrr."
Aaron didn't want to waste more words on the tiger. He had the feeling that they didn't have much to speak to one another, and that under any normal social circumstances he wouldn't even have tried to chitchat to such a character.
In the dark forest, such conventions became much more blurred.
"Well you found me," the tiger stated as he folded his arms over his chest. "Was hoping someone would find my marks."
Aaron chortled. The tiger's ears flicked quickly at the expulsion of air.
"Ya."
"Heheh."
"It stinks," Aaron stated his own opinion about the tiger's so-called marks.
"There's more where that came from," the cat said. "Just gotta ask, wuff."
Aaron's breathing became more noisy.
"Ain't into that," the black wolf said.
"Nheh," the tiger let out a small, nasal chuckle. "Bet there's something you're into though."
Aaron grunted.
"Mebbe."
The tiger tilted his head.
"You don't talk much do you?"
Aaron growled.
"Ain't here for talk," he said.
The tiger moved from his planted spot and approached Aaron. Now the black wolf could smell further sweat, musk, arousal, all mingling in the air that followed the tiger when he came near.
"Hmm..."
The tiger's paw landed against Aaron's chest. He tensed, and grunted. The fingerpads felt the studded leather, the firm muscle, the thick fur. The tiger let out an approving purr while Aaron remained in place, waiting.
"Very good," the tiger said.
The paw began to move down, across the black wolf's stomach. When the fingers left bare fur and touched the leather of Aaron's jock, the wolf grabbed the tiger's arm. That caused a surprised huff and a glint of the tiger's eyes when he looked at the wolf whom had suddenly taken a hold of him.
"What you gonna do with it?" Aaron rumbled.
The pads pressed onto the bulge of Aaron's erection. The tiger rumbled.
"Little reacharound," the cat said.
Aaron's ears fell flat. He pushed the tiger's paw away from himself.
"Don't think so," he grunted.
The cat snuffled, still very close.
"But we were getting along so well..." the tiger rumbled.
That smug voice. Aaron's temper began to flare.
"Find someone else," he said.
"There's nobody else here," the tiger replied.
The paw moved again, but this time Aaron grabbed it before the tiger had a chance to touch him. The strong wolf was faster than the cat in other ways, too. He twisted the arm and was behind the tiger before he had time to react properly, chest pressing to the tiger's bare back.
"The fuck"
Aaron pushed him across a couple of staggered, snarling steps before the tiger collided with the nearest tree trunk and ended up pinned against the tree. He kicked on the ground and snapped his teeth. Aaron let out a rough bark and pressed himself more firmly onto the tiger, to make sure he wasn't going to escape before a proper lesson had been taught. He slammed his hips forward against the tiger's ass and realized that his groin met bare fur, even if he felt the rim of leather waistline against his own belly.
"You fucking slut," Aaron growled against the tiger's neck.
He was wearing assless chaps, Aaron realized. He pressed his own sweaty, leather-trapped tool against the curve of the tiger's firm rear. The cat's tail flailed against the wolf's hip and led.
"Gerroff me!"
Aaron snapped his teeth on the tiger's neck ruff. He was salivating heavily and knew that even the relatively light contact dribbled much of his spit into his furs, mixing with the sweat there and marking him with the black wolf's potent musk as much as his own.
"Don't like ya attitude," the black wolf growled. "Need to snap out of it..."
The tiger struggled under the wolf. His movements only exacerbated Aaron's arousal, with the feel of the muscled body against his, not to mention the motion of the tiger's ass rubbing on his dick. That made the black wolf hiss, and tug on the loose skin on the tiger's neck.
"Little slut," Aaron snarled, with some of the tiger's scruff still between his teeth.
"Hhmmmrrrrgetoffme!"
Aaron pressed the tiger hard onto the tree, firm enough that he might've actually had trouble breathing with the pressure exerted on his torso. Aaron's nipples stood hard after being brushed upon by the tiger's furs.
"Acting like you own the fucking place," Aaron growled, "think you need to be shown just who runs this darn forest..."
"SSshit!"
"Your ass better not leave any on my dick once I'm done with it," Aaron growled viciously.
He grabbed the elastic of his jockstrap and pulled down. The leather caught on his fully hard knot and made him hiss. Aaron hooked the apparel under his balls and then brought his paw up to his muzzle to hock spit onto it. His elbow still remained against the squirming tiger's right shoulder blade.
"FUCKER!" the tiger snarled.
Aaron swiped the spittle against his musky cock and then pushed it between the tiger's ass cheeks. The double globes of muscle tensed immensely when the tiger felt the contact of hot flesh on his ass crack with the wolf's thighs pressing onto his from the back. Aaron snorted when the struggling still continued.
"Here you go - "
HE hunched forward. His cock didn't find its mark yet, but simply slipped up and smacked to the base of the tiger's tail.
"Hh-hey!"
"Shhh - "
"LEFT POCKET YOU FUCKER!" the tiger yelled.
Aaron' stopped his humping, with his cock stuck between the tiger's ass cheeks. He fumbled against the left side of the tiger's leather chaps, curiously seeking just why he'd been told to find it. The opening of the pocket was soon located and he pushed his fingers in. Aaron found something warm, smooth, pliable under his fingers.
"What?" he growled.
"Lube!" the tiger snarled.
"Heh." Aaron snorted as he pulled the small flat packet out. "Good slut boy."
He tore the packet open with his teeth and spat out a drop of lube that managed to escape into his muzzle. The stuff had an artificial, vague smell that made Aaron snort again. He preferred the musk of pre-cum and sweat to it, but at least the goop would make it a bit easier to show the tiger just who was the boss of the park's nightly circle.
With his cock feeling cold with its fresh coat of lube, Aaron returned into the tiger's ass crack, with clear intents. This time the tiger struggled less, but then again, the wolf was sure that perhaps the stupid cat liked to play he was somewhat reluctant.
"Hold onto yer fucking balls."
He pushed, and pushed, and heard the tiger hiss.
"Owfuck - "
Aaron's aim was good and spread the tiger's nearly unprepared hole. The thick silicone lube smeared onto his asshole from the wolf's cock and made the attempted entry a little smoother, but it couldn't compensate for the sheer girth of Aaron's tool.
"Good bitch take it..."
The tight tiger ass had no chance but to yield. His penetrator was much insistent on getting his red rocket buried under the leather cat's tail, and that Aaron did, with a snarling growl, when the ring-shaped muscle gave and his tip slipped in.
"Hhnnnhhhshit!" the tiger pressed his forehead against the tree trunk.
"Kitty hush..." said Aaron.
The tiger's insides gnawed on him but he pressed on. The stout cock stretched at the tiger's ass, and the strength of Aaron's hips bore him deeper, into ever the tighter, hotter territory inside the striped cat's forbidden territory.
"Yousonovabitch!"
The tiger clenched hard on Aaron. The black wolf treated the tiger to a pull on his tail and a nip on a nearest ear, left to dribble saliva.
"Hush. Don't want anyone to come here..."
The tiger must've gnashed his teeth. Aaron tested the waters by making a thrust, pulling out before going deeper again. The tiger let out a huff and a hiss, but his insides seemed to be able to take it. Aaron smirked to himself.
"Good slut."
It wasn't an easy ride to start with. The lubrication was slipshod and only applied with the movement of Aaron's cock churning inside the leather tiger's ass. The walls seemed reluctant at first, but slowly, and with a lot of harrumphs, Aaron began to gain proper ground, and to pump himself in and out of the tiger's body.
"There we go."
He humped, hips bumping on tiger ass. The tiger's tail was slung to the side and remained there quite stiffly while he was fucked in the ass. The wolf's obscene paws grappled on the striped muscles that added to the thrill - the knowledge of claiming someone strong, and whom had obviously had the intentions of filling some other ass before the night was through.
Tough shit kitty.
Aaron licked the panting tiger's neck. The cat was going to be carrying his musk for a long while, and would need a proper scrub to get all of it off his skin and fur. Sweat, grime, spit, and hopefully a thick load of wolf cum oozing out of his worn out hole, stretched by a big wolfy knot.
The black wolf's tail swung with determination. The tiger had to take it with an increased pace now, the thick cock sliding in and out swiftly. Aaron's heavy balls swung and smacked alternatively on the leather of his jock and that of the cat's chaps. What an obscene piece of apparel, though the wolf, but perfect for keeping slutty asses exposed and framed, ready for picking.
"Dirty ass boy," Aaron commented.
What was he thinking, wandering around and pissing on trees, looking like this? Thinking he'd find some nice lil' twink to fuck? No such luck for the stupid kitty, the wolf grinned to himself. He was going to be getting a good musky reminder of what happened to cats who ended up into places where they didn't belong to, at least if they weren't ready to raise their tail at a moment's notice.
The leather of the chaps gave good purchase for Aaron's paws to grip and to begin to yank the tiger backwards to meet his own pounding hips.
"Fuck you."
He got off on the power he held over the tiger, and he revelled in it freely. The tiger got exactly what he deserved, and Aaron found that right.
"Take it bitchboi."
The wolf's knot pounded on the tiger's rear gate with each of his thrust. The cat's breathing began to grow ragged with the knowledge that any time soon that terrifying piece of meat would fill him up.
"Nn-o...h..."
"Too late, kitty," said Aaron.
There was no stopping the freight train now. The wolf wanted to fuck and breed and knot and seed, and he had the perfect receptacle for it in the tiger he had reduced to his cock warmer.
He came with a magnificent bark when his knot slipped into the tiger and the cat let out an almost panicking yowl at the sensation of being stretched even further. He wasn't spared of a mating bite, either, wet and disgusting on his shoulder while the big cock pumped musky seed into the tiger's ruined ass.
"Nhhhh...fucker!"
"Yes," Aaron slapped the tiger's rump. "I'm the fucker. You take it up the ass."
"Grrrrr."
Aaron snapped his teeth.
"That's what you get for being a bad boy."
The tiger couldn't even formulate a thought on just what kind of a punishment the wolf might have in mind before he felt an increase in pressure, and Aaron yanked himself out of the cat, knot and all.
"OWWWWW!" the tiger yowled, and his tail flew into the air behind him, almost hitting Aaron in the muzzle. The wolf snorted at such a near miss and decided that a few extra spanks were in order for that.
Slap!
"Uh!"
"I'd make ye clean it if I didn't know your muz is dirty..."
Slap!
The leather made a sharp noise under his paw.
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