huskywrites
patreon
Meet Me By the Railroad Tracks 2
🕑 Added 2018-12-27 13:51:54 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/asarkadraws/
Read the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-by-15551725
It had been a full year since Ethan had left Janesville, and not a day had gone by that he missed his old home and the people he knew there. Particularly Sean. He often wondered how that cute dog was doing now. He wondered how Janesville entirely was doing with its new governor. It was during these times that he thought that his abandonment had been a mistake, but he would shake the notion from his mind and remind himself that he had to stay firm.
But still, when he wasn't thinking about his old home while on duty, the thoughts would often invade his dreams. At the moment he was having one such dream. He was running through his old town but no one was around despite all the buildings and signs that the city was occupied. No matter how loud he shouted and where he went, not a single soul was found. Some might have thought it to be a nightmare, but he didn't. For the jackal it was just a recurring omen.
When Ethan thought he was at his loneliest in his dream, there came a voice calling his name. It was quiet at first but grew in volume. Then there came a shove against his shoulder, and he startled awake. The jackal was on guard right away with his eyes snapping open and stared up at a familiar figure that was leaning over him. It took him a moment to realize who it was and then his posture relaxed.
“Oh, Tyler, it's just you,” Ethan sighed and relaxed back on his bed.
“Just me, eh?” The other said with a smirk and crossed his arms over his thin chest. Tyler was a small mouse that the jackal had often gone out on patrol with when he had first been accepted into Reedsburg. In a lot of ways he reminded Ethan of Sean, they had the same height and body type, though in his opinion Tyler was much more feminine. He had somewhat wide hips and thin shoulders. But despite appearances, the mouse was an incredibly skilled hand to hand combatant. The jackal had never seen someone so easily disarm someone else of their knife before and then flip them on their back. Ethan had tried him once and was thrown onto his ass before he knew what hit him. It was likely in that moment that he had fallen in love with the mouse.
“What time is it?” Ethan groaned and turned over so he could reach for his glasses on the nearby table. Tyler suddenly leaned down and snatched them up before the jackal could grab them.
“It's about eight-o-clock.” Tyler placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and blinked at the terrible vision he suddenly had. “Jeez, how do you see anything with these?”
“Gimme those,” Ethan grunted and leaned up to grab for his glasses. The mouse fended away the first swipe but then his wrists became grappled. Tyler yelped as he was suddenly pulled on top of the jackal and the glasses were wrestled from his face and placed on the canine's muzzle. “I've got patrol in an hour. Can't do that if I can't see.”
“Yeah, in an hour,” Tyler came to straddle the jackal at the waist and leaned forward. The mouse's paws came to settle on the other's chest and the two gazed at each other. “We've got plenty of time until then.”
“Time for what?” Ethan said and began to sit up but was suddenly shoved back down. When he grumbled and opened his mouth to protest he came to find that the front of his crotch was getting rubbed through the blanket that still covered his lower half.
“Time for this,” Tyler said as his small paw moved up and down the distinct indent of Ethan's morning wood. The jackal shivered as his sensitive member was stroked.
“So you're waking me up the same way I went to bed?” Ethan smiled and lifted his paws to run them along the feminine mouse's thin sides.
“That's right. Aren't I such a good boyfriend?” Tyler giggled and scooted lower so he could tug down the blankets to reveal that the only thing Ethan was wearing was a pair of boxers.
“You're the best boyfriend,” the jackal got out before interrupted by a moan as the mouse went back to stroking his cock through the thin underwear.
“And don't you ever forget it.” Tyler marked his words by pulling back the other's boxers so that Ethan's hard cock sprung free and flopped against his lower belly. He leaned low and burred his nose against the spot where the jackal's balls met the base of his member. A deep breath drew in the strong, musky smell of the morning and a shiver of excitement rushed up his spine.
Content with the delicious smell, Tyler was even more invigorated to have a taste. His tongue traced from the jackal's knot to the tip, making sure to go agonizingly slow to entice a few more hot moans from his mate. Once at the top, he pulled it into his mouth and sank back to the base. He was met with a reactionary buck from the other male but he was ready for it. Having had sex so many times with the canine that there was hardly a move the mouse didn't know.
A louder moan slipped form Ethan's mouth as the mouse began to bob his head while grinding his tongue against the under side of that thick member. Tyler's paw slipped in and cradled the hefty ballsack between his mate's thighs to add some extra sensations to what was already a delighted gesture.
As tinges of intense pleasure would come to the jackal, his hips would uncontrollably buck against the other's mouth and that lengthy piece of meat would progress down Tyler's throat. The mouse was used to it though, and he was even well trained enough to not gag when such a thing would happen. In fact, his nose became buried against the other's pelvis while every last centimeter of cock had vanished.
With controlled muscles, Tyler milked his mate with his throat as his tongue continued to draw circles around Ethan's knot. The jackal was moaning out nice and loudly now, music to the other's ears. He smirked as best he could to himself while he listened, taking in very shallow breaths while he did all he could to maintain his current state. A full minute passed of the mouse torturing his mate like that before he suddenly pulled back.
A thick layer of saliva coated the throbbing jackal dick and precum beaded at the tip. Ethan was breathing hard and shivering like he was on the verge of an orgasm, which he very well might have been. Tyler licked his lips of the excess essence that had collected around his mouth before he began to undress.
Still being straddled, Ethan looked up with half lidded eyes to see the mouse pull away his shirt and then work his bottoms all the way down his legs. Before long he was naked, an incredibly attractive femboy that had hips like a girl and a cute face to match. Framed like he was, the jackal couldn't help but be reminded of Sean.
That stray thought sent a brief pang through the dog and he flinched with closed eyes. Tyler didn't seem to notice as he was busily pulling Ethan's boxers the rest of the way down his legs so they could be completely naked together. It was the feeling of Tyler's cock getting laid against his own that snapped the jackal from his memories of the past and pulled him into the present again.
Tyler had taken both of their members in a double paw grip that would grind one against the other as he would move his hips. He started to join his moans with the jackal's and the room grew hotter. Ethan's very sloppy cock made for an excellent surface to rub against, which caused some of the mouse's own saliva to coat his member. During this mutual stroking, the dog's paws continued to run up and down the other's sides in an affectionate petting manner.
When Tyler was satisfied with the initial foreplay, he moved farther up on the jackal's form so that he could hover his backside over the other's cock. Reaching behind himself, the mouse aimed Ethan's tip between his cheeks and eased back while keeping his tail lifted nice and high.
Tyler gave a cute grunt as his very tight tailhole became penetrated, and the dog's moan soon accompanied him. The mouse slowly sank down, giving his body plenty of time to adjust to that rather large insertion. Finally getting to the base, he let out a soft sigh of relief and arched his back. The process of riding on his mate was slow at first. He would lift himself to the jackal's tip and then drop all the way back. All the while he did this, Ethan watched him with soft, adoring eyes. The petting motion never stopped for the dog, in fact it had become one of encouragement.
A hissing sigh of pleasure escaped Ethan's mouth as the intensity began to build through his cock. The riding motion and sway of Tyler's body had picked up in pace and there came the soft sound of their bodies meeting. The mouse's high pitched moans began to come out with more frequency as well.
Tyler took a hold of his own throbbing member and began to pump it as he ground his hips in a rolling motion. The feeling of his ass being so well filled out was one that had intense sensations of bliss crossing through his body. He would often squeeze down on the dog's cock while drawing up. It would elicit a sucking feeling that had Ethan groaning louder and pushing to meet the other's ass.
Effort between the two lovers increased quickly and soon the jackal was thrusting up as Tyler would ride back. It further developed to a more rigorous sway of the dog's hips that was a kin to him trying to buck the femboy off, and the mouse took up the challenge of staying on top.
The clapping of their bodies became fast and loud, filling the room with an applause that was unmistakable to anyone that might have stumbled upon the sound from outside. The creaking sound of Ethan's cot was another easily heard thing as their movements became harder and more exaggerated.
“Fuck me harder!” Tyler whimpered and let go of his cock to hold onto Ethan's paws. The jackal gave a low snarl as he grit his teeth and clenched his eyes tightly shut. His paws gripped the femboy's hips tighter and he began to put his all into the thrusting motion. It was such a powerful action that Ethan would pull the mouse back down onto his lap, otherwise he really would have gotten thrown off.
Precum spurted both inside of Tyler's ass and from his cock. The short streaks landed across the jackal's belly and was as uncontrollable as anything else. The reason for it was due to Ethan's cock constantly striking the mouse's prostate and sending powerful surges of bliss through his body. With a mind that was awash in ecstasy, Tyler could barely contain the long moans that spilled form his slack mouth.
Without barely anything touching his cock at the moment, the powerful feeling of an imminent climax was coming on fast. It seemed like it was a constant sound from the femboy while an equal growl emanated from the dog. There was hardly any warning from the mouse as he came tumbling into his orgasm other than his already frequent cries of ecstasy.
A long arch of cum suddenly gushed form the tip of Tyler's cock and landed right on Ethan's chest. Another spurt hit the jackal's belly and then the remainder simply dribbled out and was flung as the femboy's cock swayed form the constant pounding. The sensation of such a warm liquid landing on him made the dog open his eyes to see that his mate was shivering hard and cumming. Seeing such a mask of pure euphoria in the cute mouse's face was enough to send him over the edge as well.
Ethan's knot had swollen to the size of an apple and was vigorously trying to fit inside of the other's body, but despite them having had sex so many times in the past, never once was Tyler able to take it. As such, it crashed hard against the mouse's already greatly stretched hole. With no way to tie, Ethan's body proceeded into his first powerful climax of the day.
In a similar fashion to Tyler, the first gush from the jackal's cock went nice and deep, spreading a wave of warmth with it as it coated the other's inside. A second and third went almost as deep with the last of his jizz pooling within the other's hole. A ravenous howl marked the sensation and his eyes went back to being clenched shut. Even when his balls had exhausted their reserves, Ethan continued to thrust, albeit at a far less energetic level.
Their motions slowed more and more as the minute after their conjoined orgasm ticked away. Before long they were reduced to two panting bodies that were reveling in their own aftershocks. A stray shiver would work its way through Tyler's form and a mild grunt would be had by the jackal. When their minds had come back to the present they opened their eyes and gazed at each other with a loving fondness.
Tyler leaned forward while maintaining the other's cock still in his ass and planted his lips against Ethan's. They shared the kiss for a while, often turning their heads and drawing their tongues together. The embrace lingered for a while longer until the mouse drew back and then lifted himself from his boyfriends lap.
“Well then, now that you're up let's get something to eat, and then we can go on patrol.” The mouse smiled and gathered his discarded clothes so he could put them back on. Ethan watched his mate go about his business and then looked down at himself. The cum on his chest and belly hadn't been cleaned up yet, and his cock was still a creamy mess. What he really needed was a shower, but there would be no time for that. With a shrug, the jackal sat up and began to do the same.
“I didn't know you were on patrol with me. How did you swing that?” Ethan asked as he grabbed his boxers from the foot of his bed and pulled them on.
“Nothing harder than finding who your other partner was and switching with them. I'm sure you wouldn't be surprised to find that there are some soldiers that don't want to get up this early,” Tyler explained and went over to the small dresser that held all of Ethan's uniforms and drew one out. He went back over and held it out to him.
“Yeah, this camp could do with a bit more discipline if you ask me,” the jackal sighed and took his uniform and began to slip it on.
“I guess the alternative was us not getting to spend much time together. Or having some great wake-up sex,” the mouse teased with a wink. Ethan paused for a moment to consider his boyfriend's words but then shrugged. He zipped up his jacket and squared his shoulders to the mouse.
“Shall we?” the dog asked and held his paw out. Tyler smiled and nodded while taking the outstretched gesture and following the other as he exited his dorm.
Breakfast was a simple pastry with a high calorie, jelly filling. While not much to fill the stomach, it was all the two needed to keep themselves in top shape to do their jobs. Reedsburg was a pretty large city, perhaps a little smaller than Janesville, but it had a lot of the same amenities. It also meant that it required a lot of the same with regard to protection. While there was a designated fence that spanned the whole of the city, there were still sections beyond the fence that required vigilance.
One such area was where Ethan and Tyler were headed. They walked along a path that had a line of trees to one side and the other was a field of grass that stretched towards Reedsburg. They both wore their camouflage fatigues and were armed with plasma rifles. It was a path that was about a kilometer long and ran somewhat near the boarder of the city. The path itself connected into the road that linked Reedsburg to Janesville and the other cities and towns that had a conjoined alliance.
The two weren't very talkative as they went about their business, but every once in a while one would say or do something affectionate for the other. Most of the time it was Tyler because Ethan was considerably more serious about his duties. Still, he would break character to show that he wasn't just some robot while he worked.
It was during one of the long expanses of silence between the two soldiers that there came an abrupt, loud rustling to their side along the treeline. Both of them startled and turned to face where the sound came from with their guns drawn and aimed. It was a distant sound at first, but it never let up. There was someone clearly coming closer to them.
“Stop!” Ethan shouted. He could see the area where the sounds were coming from and that underbrush was moving. The moving ceased and a silence fell over the area. The jackal continued. “Come out slowly with your arms up. We've got a bead on you and will fire if you give us reason to.”
The moving progressed again at a slower pace this time, but where Ethan expected to see raised arms, there was none. The dog growled and took a few steps to the side to distance himself from the mouse. He also dropped to a knee and kept his weapon sighed on the spot. Before long it was the bushes right in front of the two that moved, and a figure emerged.
At first Ethan didn't know what to make of what he was seeing. First came denial, then elation, fear, and sorrow. All in a split second of time, as it was the familiar figure of Sean that came stumbling into view. The chocolate labrador was bloodied and bruised, his arms folded against a wound on his stomach. The jackal hesitated as he was faced with the first time being stunned in his life.
It was the motion of Sean collapsing to his knees that made the jackal drop his weapon and rush forward. The labrador teetered and went limp but Ethan was there to catch him. “Sean? What happened?” the jackal demanded as he held his former friend's body cradled across his arms.
“E-Ethan?” Sean muttered softly. “Is that really you?” His voice was soft and weak. He peered into the other dog's eyes with a tear filled gaze.
“I'm here, Sean. What happened to you?” Ethan was doing all he could to stay clam but he was rapidly losing patience. He was seconds away from just picking the dog up and rushing to the nearest inferiority but he needed some answers now while he could get them.
“It's...it's all gone, Ethan” Sean said and his voiced cracked. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “Janesville has been attacked. We couldn't hold up against them, they just came so fast.” The labrador began to sob and shake his head as if unable to cope with his own memories. Tyler had come closer and knelt as well to hear what the new arrival had to say.
“We...we have to warn...they're on their way here...” Sean's words were jumbled and frantic like he knew he had to continue on but he was much too exhausted. It was all Ethan needed to hear.
The jackal lifted the other dog across his arms and stood up. He didn't give any other warning, Ethan simply darted off at a full sprint for the city, leaving Tyler there to watch after him and collect his mate's discarded weapon.
Never before had the mouse seen his boyfriend act in such a way, and he became concerned. Not just for the foreboding message that the labrador had brought to their doorstep, but who this labrador was and what he had meant to the jackal. Pushing his confusion aside, Tyler rushed after his mate with their plasma rifles crossed in his arms.
