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Meet Me By the Railroad Tracks
🕑 Added 2017-11-26 11:27:49 +0000 UTCArt by the amazing: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/asarkadraws/
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It had been about two hundred years since the first False Dawn, but even with all that time things still weren't back to normal. Of course no one really knew what 'normal' was anymore, a few generations had passed since the Last World War. Now everyone only knew the hardships that came with trying to build a burgeoning society, which became ever more difficult with the constant threat of raiders and mutants.
This was one of the nicer regions, it had fresh plant life and trees that weren't all gnarled up and stunted like what was most often the case. Houses and shacks were built out of whatever could be scrounged, and a small military force had been erected to act as the police and used as defense. All males were drafted into the service when they came of age, it was just how they had to do to keep their numbers up enough to repel any invaders.
One such soldier was having his doubts about the city's current situation. It wasn't much of a population to protect, probably about ten thousand, but losing even one trained individual was like a kick to the balls of the government. Good. Recently there had been an election, and the governor that was elected into the new office was weak and irresponsible. He thought it best to cut further funding to the military in these trying times, now of all when good relations had been fostered with the nearby Roothscamp and Reedsburg. The governor was going to fuck everything up and he didn't want to be there when it all came down.
There was one last goodbye though, one that no matter what, had to be said before he left. The man was a tall, statuesque Jackal named Ethan. His body was sculpted through rigorous survival training provided by the government that he was now looking to escape from. Though fit and strong on the outside, he often doubted himself and had trouble with holding grudges. He wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
Over his form he was adorned in camouflage fatigues that were remiss of a woodland terrain and various small packs that hung from shoulder straps, carrying various survival gear and medical supplies. From around his neck dangled his trusted laser rifle, and strapped to his hip was a plasma pistol. A hefty backpack carried everything else, include two weeks worth of provisions that he had been saving for this particular trip.
As he waited, he watched the sun begin to set. As the hours wore on and the sky turned from blue to crimson, he began to doubt that his urgent message had been received. How awkward it would be to hunt down his friend to say goodbye, and leaving without as such was out of the question. Ethan glanced once more at the train tracks that were just a few feet away. Back in the day these metal rails had bisected the city, but since that form of transportation had fallen out of favor centuries ago they had been all but removed or covered. In this small stretch of meadow towards the outskirts of the city was the only place where you could see them anymore.
A soft sigh slipped from the dog's lips and he lifted a paw to rub at the back of his head. He was mere seconds from trudging back into town when a figure appeared in the distance walking straight for him. The size and shape of the newcomer was unmistakable, and a big smile stretched over Ethan's face. He lifted his arm and gave a friendly wave, of which was returned. When the other person got closer, more details were revealed.
Sean, as he was known, was a rather small guy. Where Ethan was tall and athletic, he was about ten inches shorter and considerably more scrawny. The only reason he was able to make it through military training was because he was strong enough to lift his own body weight and that he was actually pretty quick and agile. But what he lacked in size and strength he seemed to more than make up with as a marksman. He easily out shot every other candidate of his class and was even able to show up the weapon instructors. Hitting something with a bolt of plasma from a mile out was an impressive thing to do, more so without a scope.
Being his unique shape and size afforded some interesting situations though. From the back he might have even been mistaken for a girl, which had been the case a time or two when Ethan had gotten drunk and thought to hit on the cute girl with a nice butt at the bar. Oddly enough, it never bothered the jackal when he found out that Sean was the one receiving all the nice compliments and naughty remarks. Sean was a chocolate labrador, and now of all times it was easy to see his fur since he wasn't nearly as dressed up as his larger friend, his casual attire being more his preference. He wasn't on rotation duty this week so he was allowed to relax for the time being.
“Thank you for coming out here, Sean,” the large dog said sheepishly. The labrador kept a friendly mask but as he came close enough to see what the other canine was wearing, his face instantly contorted with anger.
“So you're really going through with it?” Sean said furiously with clenched fists at his sides. His voice was still young sounding, like a boy that hadn't gone through puberty, which gave it a rather cute edge in most cases. Ethan was taken aback by the sudden confrontation.
“Come on now, you know how I feel about Wessburn, he's weak! He'll bring this city down during his term!” the jackal growled and averted his gaze. He couldn't afford to let the other dog's pleading eyes turn his mind, if there ever was a time and place to remain stern, it was here and now.
“I don't like him either!” Sean shouted, “But he's not worth abandoning our cause! You think we can afford to lose you? Do you think I can afford to lose you?” Ethan didn't say anything right away, he kept his mouth shut and his face turned away. “Look at me!” the labrador screamed. The jackal shook his head. Letting out a frustrated, high pitched snarl, Sean walked up and grabbed the large canine by the sides of his head and forced his muzzle around. Giving a surprised yelp, Ethan accidentally locked his eyes with the other's and he swallowed hard.
Instead of an angry scowl, he was instead met with a greatly hurt look, one that conveyed abandonment. Neither said anything for a long while, they just stood there and stared into each other's eyes. Then suddenly, tears rapidly welled at the corner's of Sean's light brown orbs and he suddenly threw his small form against the jackal's “Please don't go!” his muffled voice vibrated against Ethan's chest. The big dog's heart suddenly ached hard, a very real pain that traveled to both arms. He wrapped the labrador in a tight hug and squeezed affectionately.
“Oh, Sean,” he mumbled softly and gently ran his paws up and down the other's back and shoulders. Gently, Ethan took the smaller dog by the shoulders and held him out at arm's length. Now it was Sean who refused to look his friend in the eye, though it was likely because his cheeks were a bit damp with tears. “Hmm.” the jackal murmured as a thought slowly built within his mind. “What if you came with me?” The suggestion seemed to have the same affect as if Ethan had just smacked the labrador across the face. Sean reeled with renewed fury in his eyes.
“You know I can't do that!” He sniffled. “What a ridiculous suggestion!” he huffed and crossed his arms. Ethan leaned back and watched his friend, taking in his upset disposition and guarded form. Without warning a chuckle bubbled up from the jackal's throat. It was quiet and unheard, though the second one and all others were definitely easy to hear. Sean perked up and stared in shock at his friend who had begun to laugh. “What the hell is so funny?” Sean growled.
“You!” Ethan snorted and stuck his tongue out. “You look so silly when you're angry.”
“W-what?” Sean asked, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
“I'm really going to miss you,” the jackal continued and took a step closer, his face suddenly rather close to the labrador's.
“Please, you don't have to leave,” Sean said softly.
“I'm sorry, but I do,” Ethan mumbled, his tone solemn.
“No! No yo-” Sean's voice was suddenly cut off when the jackal leaned in and pressed their lips together. While Ethan was relaxed with his eyes closed, the labrador's eyes were wide open with a confused look on his face. He didn't move at all, stunned into being inert. Sexuality had never been a thing discussed between the long standing friends, but during his drunken episodes of horniness, Ethan had often come on to the smaller dog and was never upset when he found himself naked in bed beside the Labrador. They never had sex, but the jackal turned out to have a strange affinity for cuddling without any clothes.
This, however, was very new and somewhat unexpected. Sean didn't pull away, instead he found that he pressed in a bit to the jackal, his eyes drawing close from their wide open position. Just when the smaller boy began to enjoy the affection, Ethan drew himself back and looked at his friend with a smile. The labrador steadied himself and took in a deep breath, a bashful silence stretching between them. Finally, Ethan spoke.
“Look, I only have one last night here. Let us spend it doing something memorable,” he explained and shrugged off his backpack and shoulder pack to the ground. His laser rifle soon fell beside them and a wry smile played at the corner of his mouth. Sean had to stifle a whimper and the urge to beg some more. His friend had made up his mind, there was nothing he could do to change it and he couldn't go along. So if this was destined to be their last time together, he also wanted to have it be a good memory.
“Okay,” the labrador sighed and pulled a small smile on, “what do you want me to do?”
“Take your clothes off,” the jackal said plainly as he began to undo the front of his camo shirt. A blush was quick to form over the smaller dog's muzzle, but he didn't complain. At first he thought that they might just cuddle naked one last time, but he secretly hoped it would be different. Ever since they had known each other Sean had always been attracted to the larger canine, but then again most woman of their group of friends were.
Sean began to comply, he pulled away his shirt and pants, both easily removed. When he was standing in just his black briefs he realized that Ethan had gone all the way, and now stood unabashed before the labrador. He didn't even bother to cover himself, his ebony furred sheath stood out in the open with the first two inches of canid cock sticking out. The labrador felt his heart rate speed up, his eyes locked to that beautiful piece of manhood.
The staring was noticed right away and the larger dog cleared his throat to get the other's attention. Sean's eyes blinked and he quickly looked away, prompting the other canid to chuckle. Ethan stepped up to the smaller dog and smirked down at him. The labrador folded his arms over his thin chest and tried hard to not meet the other's gaze. He felt strong paws come to rest on his hips, fingers dipping into the waistband of his underwear. He didn't fight as he felt them get pushed down to his knees, he even stepped out of them gingerly and allowed himself to be naked as well.
This far on the outskirts of town there was no one around, their privacy secure even though they were blatantly out in the open. Ethan gave a soft chuckle and a smile crept back over his lover's face before they met eyes one more time. Sean fought away his shy side and reached up to drape both of his arms around the back of the jackal's neck. It seemed to prompt the larger dog into being more ambitious, as he suddenly leaned down and lifted Sean by the back of his knees, forcing him to wrap his legs around the other's midsection.
Their lips brushed together as Ethan gently settled onto his knees and then lowered the labrador to his back on the soft ground. Their tongues intermingles as their sheaths playfully bumped and ground against each other. Sean kept his legs wrapped around the other's waist, he loved the feeling of the strong, dominant body hovering over him and taking charge. He brought his paw down to feel over the jackal's sheath, his fingers dancing across that hot piece of cock that was slowly growing from its home. He did what he could to push the sheath back, stroking the slick length to coax even more out.
Ethan moaned against his lover's mouth, the smaller dog seeming to take a liking to nibbling at the other's tongue. It didn't take much to bring the jackal to a full erection, he had been thinking about this moment all day. His hard cock gently thumped against the lab's sheath and balls, smearing them with his pre cum as he drew himself back. Their embrace broke as the ebony canine brought his paw back and guided his manhood below the other's pelvis and between his buttcheeks. The tapered end softly prodded against Sean's tailhole, and he did what he could to relax.
The process was slow, Ethan letting his weight ease his cock into the virgin hole, the two groaning as the first couple inches slipped inside. When he thought he was on the right track, the jackal leaned back over his lover and pressed their lips together. It was all he could do to try and keep the lab calm as he continued in, more and more of his hardness settling inside of the inviting asshole.
In took time, but eventually he was all the way inside. Settled balls deep, Ethan stole a moment to make sure they were adjusted before he began to move back and forth. The nubile feeling of warmth and tightness was something the jackal wasn't familiar with, and the electric fingers of pleasure that ran up from his cock were intense. It didn't take much for him to begin to pick up speed and vigor.
Likewise Sean found that he was greatly enjoying the sensual treatment. Things began easily enough, with passionate movements that conveyed gentleness and inexperience, but things were quick to progress into something different. Sean panted and kept his arms locked around the other's neck, holding onto him tightly as he began to get his ass ravaged. He was fast to enjoy the feeling of being dominated. He huffed and moaned out his lover's name in short whispers, barely loud enough for the other dog to hear.
Ethan was grunting lowly and gritting his teeth. The growing pleasure that he felt only spurred his hips to work harder, driving his cock as far as it would go before he would almost completely pull it back. He could feel the labrador's blunt nails digging into his fur, Sean's back arching just enough to press their chests together. The jackal unfurrowed his arms and dug his paws into the ground, gripping fistfuls of grass as he pressed his shaft up against the other's prostate.
A begging cry escaped Sean's mouth and he tried to clamp a paw over it to stifle the sound but a new wave of euphoria made his movements pause. Whining out loudly and clenching his eyes shut, there was nothing he had ever experienced quite like this and it made his body writhe. Paws clutched and released randomly as the sensations roiled within his small body. He was breathing hard with a moan of some kind escaping with each puff of air.
Ethan had built himself into a strong rhythm, his balls striking at the other's rear end as he pushed himself further. Muscles strained and he did his best to keep his mind clear as he drove himself in. Being so new to sex, the jackal wasn't familiar with what was to be expected of him, and while he wanted to be an appropriate lover for the labrador, he came to find that he was rapidly approaching his orgasm.
His mouth hung open and a hard pant brought with it a grunt that was quick to escalate as he came closer. It hadn't been long, maybe ten minutes into their sensual session before his hips suddenly went into choppy convulsions. Sean was quick to pick up on the sudden change in mood, but what really pulled him from his reverie was the snarling roar that Ethan emitted before he hilted himself entirely inside.
A heat spread through the lab's insides as he realized that it was the jackal's cum being injected deep within his belly. His own mouth hung open in stunned enjoyment as he made sure to clench down on the cock to try and milk it all for everything that it had. Ethan gave a few more quick jabs of his hips before he suddenly slumped down onto the other dog's body.
The two hugged and stayed still for a few moments, staying silent to enjoy the other's body heat. Ethan felt tired and spent, but he knew such a thing wouldn't have translated to his lover. Slowly the big dog pulled himself back and smiled down at the other's still dazed expression. Sean had to shake his head to clear his mind before he could smile knowingly. The two kissed again, letting their tongues mingle, but that too didn't last as the ebony canine began to turn his mouth lower on the other's form. He kissed gingerly lower and lower, all the while scooting himself back on his knees.
Ethan's cock came away from the lab's tailhole easily enough, it trailed his sticky cum, but it was able to flex shut well enough. He didn't stop until he had gotten down to Sean's own sheath, finding that his member was barely sticking out of its furry home. The jackal was bound and determined to change that particular aspect.
His lips sealed around the opening and his tongue dove inside. Sean arched his back and whimpered loudly, their recent sex having made him incredibly sensitive. It seemed like there was hardly any effort at all needed on Ethan's part, the lab's cock was quick to slip free of its home and was soon throbbing out in the open. He didn't pull his mouth away though, his lips eagerly accepting the swelling canine shaft. It was smaller than his own, and at its full length it didn't even get close to touching the back of his throat.
His tongue danced around the girth, getting it well lubricated before he slowly pulled his muzzle away and admired the standing size. The lab was still writhing and moaning out, loving every bit of attention he was given. Sean suddenly felt the backs of his knees get grasped and pulled up like before when he had Ethan's hips situated between them. His lower back lifted from the ground and he felt the jackal's muzzle push up under his tail. Without the energy to protest or even ask what was going on, the lab was forced to enjoy and endure.
Ethan's mouth came closer to the jizz covered hole and his tongue dipped out to lick it away. He had never tasted his own cum, but he didn't much care for it. He wasn't repulsed either, likely an acquired taste, he thought to himself. His paw reached up and began to stroke over the smaller canine's member, pumping at it as he pushed his tongue a bit more firmly against the slightly loosened ring of muscle.
He was able to push his tongue inside and wiggle it around. Sean didn't seem to mind, he was bucking his hips and grinding back on the jackal's mouth as much as he could. Ethan could tell how much he loved being rimmed, or perhaps so much more after getting fucked. Either way, it seemed that he had taken up the job of cleaning the used hole, slurping up and swallowing as much evidence as he could of his dick being inside. When he was satisfied with the work he had done, he turned his mouth once more to the throbbing length.
From how Sean was writhing and carrying on, there was no doubt that he was close to cumming as well. Warm lips sealed over the tapered end and his tongue lashed circles around it, his paw still pumping away at the base. It seemed to be the final straw to break, as a howling whine erupted from the lab's mouth and his hips pushed up. The back of Ethan's mouth was met with a hot spurt of cum, but in all there wasn't much. He kept his head still and drank away the meager amount of sticky, musky fluid. It didn't take nearly as much to clean away the pistoning member, but after he had he made his way back up the other's form.
Left in a panting, exhausted mess, Sean gave a meep as he was gathered back up into Ethan's arms and held close. He pushed himself up and curled into himself bit, allowing the other's larger form to encase him affectionately. The night seemed to come on quickly, and with how tired both of them were, neither fought off the shade of sleep that was quick to take over.
Morning came with a crimson sky and a layer of fog that had settled on the area. Sean stirred with a groggy mind, but when he came around he realized that he was all alone. As if shocked by a taser, he jumped up to a sitting position and stared around at what had been their bed for the night, which wasn't anything at all. No trace of Ethan was left, and nothing was taken that belonged to the labrador. Despair came over his mind and a heart broken sigh escaped his lips. Despite what he had tried to accomplish last night, he was unsuccessful. His eyes glanced off at the approaching sunrise, and he could do nothing more but hope the best for his wayward friend.
