WARNING -- exhibitionism/voyeurism, pseudo-N/C, bukake
(The author wishes to note that the characters in this story are all eighteen years of age or older. Although it was written in tribute to a real person's fursonna of whose age the author was not certain, in this story that character is nineteen.)
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It was beautiful! The forest glade lay just beside the mountain trail. Tall grass and meadow flowers bathed in blue sky light there, surrounded by thick stands of cedar and tall maples and oaks. One beam of sunlight broke through the trees. Its edge crossed a hillock on the far side of the glade. Oddly, no grass grew on the little hill, just soft, spongy moss. Tall cedars framed it like a natural stage with its own spotlight.
The young fennec fox looked at the hillock longingly, panting from the long climb and the heat of the day. A rest would be welcome now and what a beautiful place it was to rest in!
He sniffed the air carefully; others had passed this way, but not for some time. All he could smell in the glade was the pungent sweetness of the meadow flower blooms and the welcoming, earthy scent of the mossy hillock. His ears twitched this way and that. All he could hear was the tree branches rubbing and softly moaning, the wind sighing in the tall grass, a distant brook where he'd stopped just then for a drink... Was that somebody's neck cracking? But he stood ever-so-still for several minutes and it didn't happen again. It could have been a dry cedar twig falling, he supposed. A quick look around -- but he couldn't really see anything but trees up or down the twisting trail -- and he dashed through the meadow grasses.
He left his clothes on the shady side of the hillock. He undid the snap of his briefs above his tail, but left them on, just in case. The little breeze ruffled the fur of his chest and tummy and gently drew hot saliva from his mouth and tongue. The sun's heat had seemed so oppressive in the valley; now it was luxuriously warm on his naked fur. The moss was soft on his back and legs and tail and ears. It smelled of relaxation and pleasure. The fennec sighed and drowsed.
But soon his hand strayed to his thigh. The sun and breeze and moss were caressing and pleasing his whole body, except for his favourite part. It didn't seem fair. So he pleased it himself. He brushed his claw tips oh-so-gently over the little bulge in his briefs, teasing it. Soon the lump erected itself into a tent. He smiled. The tip of one dull finger claw traced the outline of his organ. He sighed. The smell of his excitement blended into a rare perfume with the moss and the meadow blooms. He nudged the cloth aside and reached a finger under it to the hot, moist flesh inside...
What? He froze, his eyes wide open. There it was again; a whisper!
"...see you, little fennec..."
Somebody was whispering, somewhere just beyond the forest fence!
"...I see you..."
He panted in fear. This was dangerous! He should get dressed. He should grab his clothes. He should just run!
"...pretty... so pretty..."
He trembled. He pulled at his briefs, brought his cock out where it could be seen. He could hear breathing now, all around him. How did he miss it before? This was scary... this was very dangerous! He looked around, but the sun was on him fully now and he couldn't see a thing. All smell was still masked by the glade's heavy scent. But he could hear them...
He closed his eyes. He took his cock in both hands and rubbed it desperately. He writhed helplessly, too turned-on to run away now. He whimpered as his orgasm approached; he'd never been so excited! His knot swelled. Sticky, musky goo spouted like a fountain from his shiny tip and fell back into his lap, soaking his briefs and fur. He wiped the last dribbles onto his palms and caressed himself, still whimpering. There were growls beyond the trees now, lewd and hungry...
Rough hands grasped his shoulders, his wrists, his ankles! Rough hands grabbed his ears and held them! Something was wrapped around his eyes, a bandanna or a scarf, silk. He could see, but only vague shadows. He was forced to a kneeling position, his arms held out at his sides. Then sharp, feline claws pricked his cheeks from behind.
"Fennec likes to play?" the big cat whispered; the same whisper he'd heard from the trees, he realized. "We're going to play with you. Don't resist and you won't be harmed. But I don't say you won't be... hurt!" he added, poking his thumb claws just a little bit into the fennec's throat.
The fennec whimpered. His hips thrust compulsively. He panted as the claws drew back.
"You like that!" the cat whispered. (The fennec nodded.) "Oh, are we going to have fun with you!"
The cat stood and moved in front of him. He crouched now and rubbed his erection in the fur of the fennec's tummy. The two men who held him... he sniffed again, now that they were closer... just one, a brown bear. He held the fennec's arms up higher so that the cat didn't have to crouch as much. He could smell the cat's excitement even over the glade; the bear's too. It didn't take long. The cat snarled as his semen spurted onto the fennec's tummy fur. He leaned on the little fox's shoulders for a bit as his orgasm subsided. Then he crouched down, took the fennec's cock in his hand and played with it.
"Still hard!" he whispered. "You're enjoying this, too!"
The fennec nodded.
"Wait until the rest of us take their turns, then!"
The cat walked away and the bear stood, holding the fennec down by his arms. The bear's massive cock began to massage his captive's neck. Soon there was salty bear cum soaking into his scalp. Others came after; badger, bear, cat, fox, wolf, even a deer, by ones and twos, so many of them, some more than once. Salty, starchy slime coated his fur, his blindfold, filled one long ear and dripped over his hot, throbbing cock. But even though pre-cum dribbled from his aching tip, the only cum of his own on him was what he'd squirted before. He squirmed and whined in frustration.
At last the big cat returned. He chuckled and knelt. The little desert fox felt the big cat's strong hands on his chest and shoulders, massaging cum into his fur, down to his skin. Back, arms, tummy, lower back, tail, buttocks, then his legs, then his thighs... then the cat was rubbing cum over his sack, pressing drops into his tail hole! The fennec moaned and sobbed. The big cat snickered.
"We're being awfully mean to you," he whispered. "Promise you won't resist?" (The fennec nodded.) "Then I'll get you off now."
The bear let go of the fennec's arms. Impulsively, he little fox put his hands to his aching cock, but the cat swatted them away; he dropped them to his sides. The cat came around to his back and pushed against the fennec's bottom. He got up on his knees, then spread them. The big cat parted the fennec's butt cheeks, eased a finger into his tail hole. He gently massaged the little pucker between his finger and thumb, around its circle from inside to out. The fennec began to whine; his knot swelled, but the cat grabbed and squeezed it. The fennec sobbed aloud.
"Not until I'm inside you, little one," the big cat whispered.
Right away, the cat put his cock to the fennec's tail hole. Quickly now, he pushed; the sphincter, slick with cum, offered little resistance. The cat took the fennec's hips in his hands, claw tips just pricking the creases below his treasure trail, thumbs towards his butt; held them and started to thrust. The little fox rocked with the big cat's motions. He heard the crowd panting, grunting with the cat's thrusts. His knot swelled again. This time the cat let it be. The fennec whined, his cum flowed hot... And the cat dug his claws in! Ten hot needles stabbed into the fox's hips! He cried out in shock, in ecstasy! He heard the crowd growl as one! His cum flowed hot, as if it would never stop!
It did, all too soon. But the big cat wasn't through with him. He withdrew his claws gently and pressed his finger pads over the sore spots. But then he continued to hump. Cum was still dribbling from the fennec's cock, his tail lay limp across his tormentor's hip and only the big cat's hands kept him kneeling. He panted as the big cat pumped his tail hole. The cat took him around the chest, pulled him upright, bit his throat. He felt fangs press into his skin, felt the cat's cock pulse, throb dropped his long ears back and snuggled under the cougar's chin. The cat was purring and the deep, deep rumble seemed to massage him right down to his bones. The crowd's cheers seemed to go on forever. (Even with his ears back, he could hear a few female voices towards the rear; and at a gay sex show, how cute.) But after a while, the ovation ended and the crowd noises drifted away. A glance showed him only a few goats hanging around, grazing on the trampled grass and giving each other the eye. The cat turned his head and looked the fennec in the face.
"I'm Fred," said the cougar.
"Meth," the fennec replied, wearily.
"You're bleeding a little, sorry. Not from your ass, though."
"That's okay."
"We'd better get cleaned up before all this spunk gives us fur mats! No, let me carry you, you're tired and probably pretty sore."
"Okay," Meth replied, and nuzzled under Fred's chin again.
Fred picked Meth up in his arms and carried him, stepping gently but quickly, away from the glade.
"Where are we going?"
"To the river," Fred replied. "I got a bottle of glycerine soap cached upstream, out of sight of the trail. It's gentle, but it always works! Oh, and Ed -- that's the bear -- he's watching your clothes. Don't worry, folks up here don't much mind each other going around in the fur."
Meth nodded. "Does this happen a lot around here?"
Fred chuckled and nuzzled Meth's ears.
"The glade's my home," he replied. "That mound's the roof of my place, I've got it dug in mostly. I'll show you around later, if you like. Most of the time a visitor like yourself runs as soon as he hears whispers. When we get somebody like you, who likes being watched, word spreads quick and we have a show! You, uh, did like being watched, didn't you?" (Meth smiled and nodded.) "And that cum bath..."
"It was amazing! I was like..." and he yawned.
"After we get cleaned up," Fred replied, "you can sleep it off at my place. I've got a spare bed... unless you'd rather have that sunny spot in the moss bed?"
"Moss."
"Though I'd better warn you, it'll be a pretty public nap, if you know what I mean."
"Moss," Meth chuckled.
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Running water and splashing feet told Meth that they'd arrived.
"I'm going to set you down in the river now. It's a little cool, but not bad, it's warmed up over a gravel bed just upstream of here. Just one thing, though. Try to really enjoy being washed, okay?"
"How come?"
"'Cause there's a whole clan of otter boys who heard about you and came to watch!"
Meth looked down from Fred's arms. Beside them was a cute river otter, holding out a bottle of soap and smiling hopefully. Several others sat looking back at them from the bank. Meth gave Fred a friendly leer.
Copyright © 2007 Allan D. Burrows, All Rights Reserved