This story is of an erotic furry nature, featuring much sex and some BDSM. This story and the character of Valentine are Copyright of FuzzWolf. The character of Darrius is Copyright of I. Edge Gerena and In The Wynd Enterprises. Nicholai Wolf is copyright his player.
Nicholai
Wolf slammed his patio door shut and immediately cowered inside his living
room, safely out of view of the glass door.
He put his paws to his muzzle, and sat trembling for several minutes,
his cock still dripping over his ample balls onto the floor. He made little eeping sounds and muttered to
himself. What had he done? He’d always liked to watch, sure, but he had
never really done anything about it. He
had just been sitting on his balcony, enjoying the cool night air, when he had
noticed that his neighbour across the way, an extremely sexy little dog that he
had lusted after for months, had carelessly left his blinds open while playing
with a kitty friend. Nicholai couldn’t
help himself, he had become entranced.
He kept watching as his neighbour enjoyed one of his most intimate
fantasies, becoming more and more aroused as he watched. He couldn’t help himself; eventually he had
had to release his growing erection, letting his cutoffs slip to the
floor. He hadn’t been shaken when the
white dog had opened his eyes while being thoroughly fucked to see him. Knowing he had been seen made the moment all
the more exciting and erotic. He had
stroked himself to orgasm and only then, as his body came down from the
pleasure rush, did the fear grip him.
The subject of his passion had looked up to see him as his cock finished
spurting its load. Nicholai hadn’t
waited to lock eyes with him again, he had turned and fled, tail between his
legs.
Now
he sat and wondered what to do next.
Should he move, spend the rest of his life avoiding his neighbour. Nich wasn’t sure he could look him in the
eye after what he’d seen, what they’d both seen. On the other paw, he hadn’t really seemed to mind being
watched. At least, it looked like he
was still enjoying himself despite having seen Nich. Was it too much to hope for that maybe he had liked being
watched? Maybe he had got off on it,
but that really was too much to hope for wasn’t it. Nich’s tail couldn’t help but wag a little at the thought
though. The young wolf straightened his
back and sat up. He had come to a
decision. This was too much of a good
chance to blow. He had watched his
neighbour coming and going, loving him from afar for months now. Now that they had shared a moment of sorts,
even from a distance, he wasn’t going to let this get away. He would go over there and introduce
himself, hoping that the cute pup wasn’t offended, hoping that they could be
friends, and hoping for something more.
Having made up his mind, he realized it might be prudent to wash the cum
off his paw and sheath, maybe even put some clothes on, before going across the
way. Smiling and hopping merrily, he moved
off to his small bathroom to get cleaned up.
Meanwhile, in a larger studio apartment across the way, Valentine gave a little sigh as his friend slipped out of his tailhole. Not being a canine, Darrius had not been locked to Val, but he had stayed firmly inside him for a good half hour anyway, just to enjoy the feeling of being inside his good friend. Darrius stumbled backward, weak at the knees. He landed heavily onto a nearby beanbag that was as black as his fur. Val slowly let his grip go on his sturdy wooden trunk and turned around to sit, leaning his back against it. He turned to look at the exhausted and very sweaty black cat. “Was it good for you?” he practically purred. Darrius looked up, smiling mischievously. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time, too long a time.” He responded, leaning his head back and letting out a very long, relaxed breath.
Val
closed his eyes to think for a moment.
He was thinking about the rather handsome wolf he had caught watching
him. He wondered if he should tell
Darrius, what would he think? He had
already decided that he kinda liked it.
It made him feel sexy to be watched like that. He wondered if the wolf had ever watched him before. He couldn’t remember doing anything recently
that would be of interest though; his sex life had been rather sparse until
this evening. He was a little saddened
by the wolf’s sudden disappearance from the window, he hoped he hadn’t scared
him off. When Val was in a mood, he had
an infinite capacity for yiffiness. He
bum had felt full and satisfied at the time, but now he longed for more and it
seemed his friend was drained. He began
to feel himself stiffen in his sheath again as he thought of the big wolf. Mmmm, how good it would feel to be tied to
another canine again. The twinky little
dog quivered with girlish glee as more yiffy thoughts filled his head. He jumped suddenly as he heard a knock at
the door. Startled, he looked to his
larger friend. Darrius had nearly
dropped off. He rubbed his eyes and got
up. “Can you get that Val, I’m a bit
sleepy now.” He said as he shuffled off to the darkened back room where Val had
a spare bed. “Suppose so,” Val muttered
as he looked around for something to throw on to answer the door.
Valentine
finally spotted his little nightgown that he wore when it was slightly too cool
to go to bed nude as he usually preferred.
It was a simple little cloth gown with flowers embroidered along the
shoulders. Since he was so lean and
slight a person, a child’s size actually fit him about right. Not perfect though, he realized as he looked
into the mirror. He could see the
underside of his fuzzy, white ball sack in the mirror, dangling just below the
gown’s edge. Thinking that perhaps
whoever was at the door wouldn’t notice, especially if he didn’t open the door
all the way, Val thought it would be okay and approached the door. He opened it just slightly at first…
Nicholai
rung his paws together with nerves as he waited for someone to answer the door,
hopefully the right someone. He hoped
the aftershave he had splattered on helped to cover the scent of his obvious
fear caused by how nervous he was.
The
door opened, and the two canines looked at each other, locking eyes again. Val could smell the lust on the wolf, the scent
of male arousal was too strong to cover up.
Nich looked Val up and down, he couldn’t stifle the growl of arousal
upon sight of the little Sheppard’s partially exposed balls and the obvious
thickening in the sheath he could see outlined under his gown. The growl scared Val a bit, making the
little dog jump back a little. Nicholai
growled again, beginning to approach.
They looked deep into each other’s eyes and knew instinctively what they
wanted, they knew how this would be played.
They had slipped back in time to the instinctual state that their
ancestors had survived on. The exchange
of menacing, lustful growls and fearful whimpers had perfectly defined their
roles.
Val
ran! He leaped away into the room, his
fight or flight response kicking in.
Nich retained the small presence of mind to slam the door shut before
pouncing to pursue his prey. In his
fear, Val tripped over one of the many toys strewn about the floor. He had the misfortune to land face first,
his tail up in the air. All Nicholai
saw was the smaller canid on the floor, his backend raised with furry balls
dangling, enticing. Nich pounced as Val
tried to scramble away. He had the
white dog pinned down by the neck. Val
stopped trying to get away, the wolf was bigger and had proved faster than
he. It was clear who was the more
dominant animal now. Sensing that the
dog has given in to him, Nich released his killing hold on Val’s neck and began
to explore his new prey. He rubbed and
tugged on Val’s hanging balls, making him shiver a little. Nich growled menacingly to make his point as
he stripped off his clothes. Val didn’t
dare look back, which would be an extreme breach of mating etiquette. The growl kept him in place as he waited for
the wolf to have his way with him.
Nich
finished stripping, revealing his cock that had become fully hard during the
impassioned chase. Before his prey
could move, he was on his back once again, this time naked and ready. Nicholai used his claws to shred the gown
that covered the little dog. He held
him close, leaning down to breath, heavy and lustful, in his ear. He moved his muzzle to the back of the small
dog’s neck. He took it in his jaws, in
a deep mating bite as he thrust his cock under the white furred tail.
Val
half screamed, half moaned at the pain both on the back of his neck and from
his tail hole as he was opened up by the thick, lube less wolfcock. He quivered and cried as the wolf took him
as he would any bitch in heat in the wild.
The wolf fucked him with wild abandon, his cock pounding in and out of
Val with pure animal passion. Val
raised his rear slightly in the air as his captor tightly gripped his
shoulders, claws raking into his fur. The
effect was that the mad thrusting was now even harder and deeper than it had been. Val squeezed his tail hole down on the
invading cock, causing the wolf to whine in painful pleasure. Val’s own cock had now slipped fully from
his sheath, it glistened, rock hard, with precum. Val wished he could touch it, even if just for a second as even a
passing wind across its surface was enough to make him quiver. Gods, he’d never been this hard before!
Nicholai
had never felt anything like this before.
The sexy little dog was the best he’d ever had, he could stay here
forever but he knew his body wouldn’t let him.
He was just too pent up to slow down or extend this mating. His knot rapidly began to form now,
thickening to huge proportions in a matter of seconds. Gritting his teeth, he thrust harder than he
had before, his knot made a satisfying pop as it locked him inside his
too-willing victim.
Val
threw his head back as if to scream, but nothing came out. The feeling of the wolf’s huge knot entering
him and forcing him open even more was beyond what he could express by a mere
scream of pain. The initial pain
subsided quickly and was replaced by what Val craved most. The ultimate feeling of being totally filled
that he could only get this way, by being tied. His cock strained to hump into something, anything. It wasn’t needed though as the wolf was now
so deep inside him that each hard thrust assaulted his most tender spots deep
inside. Val’s body couldn’t take more
than a few minutes of the wolf’s deep, hard thrusting, the smell of male all
around him, the wolf’s heavy balls slapping against his own smaller pair before
his body just exploded. His balls drew
up tightly to his body and launched a mighty load through his straining
dogcock. He cried out as the orgasm
shook him to his bones. He looked down
in surprise at the white puddle just in front of his forelegs. He’d shot the entire length of his body and
another two or three inches beyond his paws.
That was just the initial pump of his cock. He had three more powerful bursts of cum, each a little weaker
than the last until his balls were empty, leaving his cock a dribbling
mess. Val collapsed in weakness, his
nose nearly ending up in the little pool of cum in front of him. The wolf followed him down, not quite done
yet. Val quivered with little sparks of
pleasure from each thrust as the wolf continued to pound into all those
pleasure giving spots inside that were now almost overloaded.
Nicholai
smiled inwardly in satisfaction as his little captive’s body shook unbelievably
with pleasure before collapsing. Nich
was close now, very close. He leaned in
to get better leverage determined now to fuck this tight hole for all it was
worth and to cum just as hard as his bitch had. With all the strength he could muster, Nicholai pounded the
smaller fur below him, making him whimper and whine with pleasure. That spurred Nich on; his furry thighs
became a blur as they thrust faster and faster, driving his solid rod like a
red-hot iron into the quivering tail hole beneath him. The pressure in his huge wolf balls built
and built with each deep thrust until he couldn’t take it anymore. Nich howled long and loud as his balls
released his huge load at long last.
The dog beneath him moaned again as he was filled up, his drained cock
giving one more weak spurt as Nich’s load pressed him deep inside. Nich panted
for a moment before falling over, exhausted.
The
pair instinctively rolled over onto their sides while the tie remained. “My name’s Valentine.” The small, white dog
panted. “Nicholai,” the wolf responded
as he licked the wound on Val’s neck “Pleasure to meet you,” he added
sheepishly.