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Meet Me in the Meadow
🕑 Added 2018-01-28 09:16:28 +0000 UTC Awesome art by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wyebirdThe bustle of the forest was guided by the calls and noises of the animals within. Deep inside this lush, green paradise, there was a large area cleared away and wide open. Here, the grass was tall and reed-like. Insects buzzed around the swaying meadow landscape, waves formed by the gentle breeze causing the area to look as if it were an ocean made of emerald.
From the line of trees, a towering figure lurked. While cast in shadow and difficult to make out, the body eventually began to move forward into the clearing. As soon as sunlight grazed the new being's form, a dazzling orange and black striped coat was made out. Adorned on a towering feline's body gave way to the tiger's presence. His eyes winced slightly as the golden rays drew over his face. Thick white clouds were plentiful in the sky, and occasionally they would cover the sun, but they were constantly on the move.
One such shadow briefly fell over the meadow, allowing the big cat a slight reprieve as he continued to confidently stride out in the open. Like most individuals of the forest, he wore no clothes. His stunning body was fully in the open, broad shoulders and a thick chest tapered down to an ab rippled stomach. A thick sheath promised a large prize within and an equally proportioned ballsack hung between his toned thighs.
The grass almost came up to his waist, covering his knees as he went about his business. There was someone else that was supposed to be here, a message he had gotten earlier from the local tribe had made it very clear of when and where he should be. He kept his nose up and his ears alert. His keen eyes scanned the horizon for any potential humanoid figures but there was nothing. He began to think this odd mission was for not, until a very familiar scent came to him.
He breathed deep, acquiring the smell and double checking that he knew its source. It was about then that he heard the rapid rustle of grass reeds of a body staying low and out of sight. Clearly meant as an ambush, the newcomer wasn't very good at this sort of thing at all.
Suddenly a streak of red leaped out from the plain, diving headlong with outstretched arms for the big cat's side. The tiger simply pivoted his hips and scooped the incoming form up into his muscular hold. Cradled in the feline's arms was a cunning crimson furred fox, perhaps two-thirds as tall and a quarter of the other's mass.
“Aww! You caught me, Darren!” the fox shouted with a giggle.
“You were very easy to track, Rodney. I certainly hope you weren't trying to be sneaky,” the other said with a chuckle and let his arms down to set the vulpine back on his feet. Rodney was a very peculiar type for his breed and from the tribe that he hailed from. While he was very clearly a male, he held the disposition of a female. Barely an iota of muscle was on his thin frame. He was quick and nimble, but he would never have been able to hold his own in any contest to win over a female's heart.
That seemed to fit the fox's personality very well, however, as he much enjoyed the intimate company of other males. Rodney wore no clothing, just like the tiger, though he did have a leather bag hanging from his hip, the strap coming across his small chest to stay on the opposite shoulder. Foxes were known to be fantastic scouts and messengers, which is what this one in particular was, but Darren didn't believe their rendezvous was for any particular delivery.
“I got your message, what did you want?” the tiger asked and folded his huge arms over his chest, staring down at the other male with amber eyes.
“Oh, I'm very certain you know what I want,” he replied with another giggle. Rodney's voice was high pitched and feminine. There was no doubt in the tiger's mind that he could have easily passed for a girl if he tried hard enough. In a way the big cat thought it was a cruel joke for the gods to play, making a girl have a male's body.
The fox made his point known by reaching out with both paws to cup the feline's hefty sheath. A shiver ran up Darren's back and a smirk came across his lips. He let the fox do as he wanted, the two often meeting in this manner for such things. Rodney had expert paws, a gentle touch that was quick to coax the tiger's thick cock from its home. The smaller male marveled at the other's girth, watching it intently as it slipped free and out into the open. He stroked his digits across its slick surface, taking it between his palms and stroking it up and down.
“I hardly think a messenger is allowed to be so far off duty,” the tiger teased playfully.
“This isn't all for pleasure, sir,” Rodney said with a grin and glanced up at the bigger male. “I do have a message for you, but first, I think some enjoyment of his nice dick is in order.”
His mouth settled over the tip, its size being something that he couldn't fit very far into his mouth, no matter how hard he tried. The size different between them was easy to see, as Rodney needed both paws to properly stroke the feline cock. His tongue made long, wet laps against the pink, musky surface. He loved the masculine scent that came from it, how it tinged the tip of his tongue with each pass. He took a deep breath and nuzzled his face against that pyre of flesh.
Darren staggered his legs, enjoying the feeling of his member being fawned over and worshiped. As the fox tried to keep the rubbing motion going, he dipped underneath and pressed his face against the gorgeous, striped ballsack. Another deep inhale took place and his tongue traced over their large curvature. It was like he was trying to play with two coconuts in a furry sling. The overwhelming feline genitals were intoxicating, a work of magnificence that he didn't want to pull himself away from.
Pre cum began to ooze from the tip, calling the fox back to the front to lap it up. He collected every drop he could and swallowed it back, paws still rubbing in unison across its sides. The tiger watched with an amused expression, his tail giving a slight twitch every time the vulpine's tongue would hit just the right spot on the underside of his shaft. It didn't take long for the large male to take control of the situation, his throat grumbling a deep demand.
“That's enough. Now get on your knees.” The fox pulled his lips back and murred happily at the powerful voice of his friend. He was more than happy to oblige. Without a word of complaint, he dropped down into the tall grass, his small form barely making an indent in the thick greenery. The tiger watched, amused. His eyes glanced over at other's curved backside, how it splayed as he came to rest his chest on the ground. With Rodney's tail up and out of the way and his ass properly offered, the feline began to move.
His muscular form loomed over the fox's body and with cock in paw, he knelt and positioned himself. The vulpine moaned out as he felt that thick pyre of flesh brace against his ass. He had taken plenty of huge dicks before, and this wasn't the first time Darren had a go at him. Suffice to say he was greatly looking forward to this.
Rodney's tailhole gave way rather easily, his body knowing to relax. Together they moaned in unison, the throbbing shaft pushing in and delving its inches one after another. Rodney's stomach bulged and a growing moan escaped his lips until he felt the other become hilted. The feeling of the two's motionless bodies didn't last long. Darren began to gently rock his hips at first, steadily growing with intensity and speed.
A bright blush formed across Rodney's cheeks as he looked back over his shoulder. He loved the sight of the tiger's frame hovering over his, his mighty cock driving in and out. His small body jumped and pressed firmly against the ground. He had to work hard to push back against the thick girth otherwise he might get shoved over.
As if reading the fox's mind, Darren brought his paws down ad grasped the smaller male at the hips. Darren was careful not to dig his claws to the point that he might hurt his friend, but at the same time making sure to keep a firm grasp. Rodney's jaw hung open as he took shuddering gasps, his eyes drifting to become half lidded as he experienced the power the feline wielded.
With his own eyes closed, Darren was free to revel in the pleasure that made its way through his body. The fox's tight, wet insides expertly clung to his sensitive flesh and sent waves of euphoria to travel up his spine. His course tongue hung from his mouth, his mind swimming. The feel of the fox's body was intoxicating. The sensation of his insides clenching down on his cock caused shivers to rack his form.
Darren arched his back and leaned further over the other's body he released Rodney's hips and plant both palms against the grass quashed earth, just a few inches from the fox's own shoulders. The feline's rutting actions became much harder. His muscles bulged and flexed, several drops of perspiration broke out over his features and caused them to drip. Every time their bodies would meet there would be a sharp crack, the dominant male's ballsack being many times larger than the fox's.
A high pitched whine and whimper had developed from the vulpine. He could feel his stomach distend from the consecutive thrusts, but best yet was how the tiger's shaft rubbed against his prostate. While he didn't often get erections due to his feminine nature, the fox's member was as rigid as it could be while out of its sheath. A meager amount of pre cum leaked from the little red tip, and while he longed to reach down to rub at it he knew he couldn't. The way that Darren continued to hammer away as his backside disallowed him to change himself up at all.
One feeling did hit the vulpine though that was common to be felt while getting fucked. It started as a small ball of pressure that formed between his legs and it was quick to grow the more his prostate was so ruthlessly barraged. Rodney opened his mouth to utter a soft warning but he knew nothing would have changed. He was only able to produce a soft squeak as his orgasm roiled within and hit him hard.
Despite his small stature the intensity of the pleasure he felt was enormous. His body seized up and Darren felt an unexpected clench down on his shaft. A screaming howl erupted from the fox's maw, his own claws digging at the soil as he convulsed back and struggled to reclaim his composure. The experience was always intense and he loved every last second. A few small spurts of his jizz marked the struggling peak and the glory that it held. It was this grinding and clenching action that was quick to bring on the tiger's own orgasm.
Darren never stopped moving his hips, no matter how hard Rodney's body shook and shivered. The sight and feeling of his friend going through such a thing had a contagions affect. His powerful legs began to work to their fastest capable speed, turning his lower body into a blur of motion. The pleasure mounted fast, swelling up from his pelvis and growing outwards like the petals of a flower. The intense sensation erupted up through his cock and culminated in an incredibly heavy blast of cum. A roar exploded from the tiger's jaws with just as much ferocity, the call ascending into the heavens and being heard from miles around.
The tiger's thick, frothy jizz coated every inch of Rodney's insides that the fox thought for a moment that he might taste the semen from the other side. Over and over, their hips impacted as the last few powerful gushes faded into dribbles. As Darren slowed, it was apparent how much of a toll their session had taken on him. He kept himself aloft by supporting his weight on his paws, but as he shifted backwards his cock slipped free of the gaped orifice with a loud slurp. Jizz spewed from the well used hole to form a white puddle between them.
Darren settled on his rear end among the tall grass. His pink cock was covered in a layer of cum that continued to ooze down the sides of his member. His eyes were closed, so he didn't really see the fox slowly get up and assess himself. His tailhole was gaped extremely wide, even as much as he tried to recover it didn't seem like it was going to for a while. Thick semen flowed down between his thighs and stained the red fur, turning it slightly pink. He was panting hard, his own little cock still oozing a meager amount of his cum. He wiped a finger against his own essence and licked it from the tip.
When he felt that enough of his breath had been caught, Rodney slowly stood up and retrieved his bag that had been discarded in the midst of their fun. He turned over the flap and dug around within its confines for a moment, stopping when his fingers felt across a thick letter that was sealed with the wolf tribe's wax insignia.
The tiger opened his eyes a crack just in time to see his lover hold the parchment out to him. “What's this?” Darren asked between pants, taking a hold of the letter and staring down at the purple wolf's head that marked the paper's edge.
“Not for sure, but it was something you needed,” Rodney chuckled and gave a stretch, a big smile plastered over his happy muzzle. “Well! It's been fun, big guy, but I gotta go. Don't be a stranger, eh?” the fox laughed and trotted up to the big cat to place a quick kiss on his broad nose before turning and bounding off. Darren craned his head to watching the hoping vulpine as he crossed the meadow, eventually disappearing over a short hill that shadowed the horizon.
The tiger glanced once more at the letter, turning it over a time or two before he shrugged and stood up. He didn't offer anymore looks to his departed friend. Instead, he decided to make his way towards his own tribe, as something seemed a bit off that the tribe a wolves on the other side of the forest might employ a messenger to conduct official business. Darren desperately hoped it meant nothing as his pace picked up to a run.
