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Meet Me Under the Bridge
🕑 Added 2017-04-16 21:42:06 +0000 UTC It was very quiet under the bridge, serene almost. The sound of the rolling river, of which was about eight feet wide, made for a simple yet calming background sound. Within the shadow of the large piece of construction that spanned the bank a small red light embered to life. It glowed with the color of a cherry and then gently died back to black, a trail of smoke rolling from its end. With a sigh, a ploom of smoke hissed from between a pair of lips but even in the dark there was no mistaking the spot was occupied.
The fullness of spring could be felt now, it was the kind of weather that he adored. It really was a shame that he had to leave the area, he had always loved to see the myriad of flower colors that were known to dot the town and its surrounding hills this time of year. It was for the best, though.
He took another drag of his cigarette and glanced off to the side, his ears perked to an erect state to try and pick up on all nearby activity. His features were distinct, one of a few pit bulls that lived in the town, though if everything went well there'd be one less. His short fur was a splotch work of brown and white, not entirely unlike a cow's markings. His tail was not cropped and hung its meager length behind him, giving a light wag as the wind would pick up and stir over his features.
His visage held a host of piercings. A silver ring circled his septum like a bull and a spiked labret stuck from his bottom lip. Each ear had three red studs that traveled up symmetrically and stopped a couple inches from the tip. Every piece of metal was warn as a symbol of his independence from his family, of which all had greatly despised such marks of the flesh. They were a cause he had long since given up trying to make understand, and thus his abandonment had been solidified. Of course years had passed since then and he had been independent for some time. Unfortunately some major things had happened as of recent and thus his hiding was justified.
Over his shoulders hung a black leather jacket that was cracking and warn in from years of use, its chrome studs and buttons oxidizing. It laid open to reveal a white T-shirt, completely clean despite what some might have thought of him. A spiked dog collar held firm against his throat, a tag hung from the middle that read “Axe”. It wasn't his real name, but it was what he preferred.
After a couple more pulls from his cigarette there wasn't much left and so he let it drop to the rocks and snuffed it with his worn down red tennis shoe. It was about then that there came a clattering of rocks off to the side as someone gingerly climbed down the embankment. A knowing smirk played over his mouth as he turned his gray colored eyes to the side to see who it was, though if he had to guess...
Suddenly a body flopped down onto the gravel that made up the terrain beneath the bridge trailing a miniature landslide. A girl, as it was plain to see. She gave a whine and cringed as pain shot through her rear and lower back, her paws a bit marked from the uncontrolled landing.
“You okay?” the pit bull asked and began to approach her. The girl quickly snapped to attention once she heard his voice and hoped joyfully up to her feet. She was every bit as interesting in appearance as he was, though in different ways. She was a pure white husky but her mane had been dyed as a rainbow that ended at the middle of her back. Each ear was dyed black as well and just like her friend, she had identical red studs in each that were spaced about the same as his.
While she was about as tall as him, closing in on six feet, her form was quite a bit smaller. In contrast, while she was athletic, he had a much more muscular, street-trimmed stature. A pair of blue jeans that had tears in the knees hugged her lower body well, accentuating her toned thighs and butt. Over her torso hung a loose fitting, dark gray tank top that had the sleeves cut low enough to show that she didn't care to wear a bra.
Her bust was modest, each breast being just perfectly proportioned enough to fill a palm, Axe's in particular worked very well. Similar to her friend, she wore a black, leather collar but instead of spikes there were rounded studs. Dangling against her throat was a bone shaped tag with her own claimed name: Leafe. Against her back was a large backpack that had every pocket packed with something, basic essentials for a long trip it would seem.
“I got everything you wanted!” she exclaimed, her large curled tail wagging about in a way that reflected her happiness.
“Such a good girl!” he replied and embraced her. Their lips met briefly and their arms came around each other's form. When they parted he brought a paw up to pet and scratch his blunt claws between her ears. She gave a low murr and closed her eyes from the treatment, ears splaying back as she attempted to nuzzle into his stroking paws. His palms traveled down her multicolored mane to her back and gave an affectionate pat.
Given the chance she shrugged off the heavy bag and handed it over. In his possession he regarded it's size and weight before he set it on the ground and opened it up. After a minute or so of inspecting its insides and double checking the effectiveness of the girl, he concluded that she had done more than a good job. There were a couple extra items hidden within that spoke of her thoughtfulness.
“Are you...going to be leaving again?” she asked sadly as he zipped the pockets back up. He glanced at her for a moment and then slowly stood.
“I uh...yeah...” he mumbled and averted his eyes. He knew she hated seeing him leave town so often and he hated seeing her sad. Her ears drooped and her own gaze turned to the ground as well.
“But why?” she asked, her voice having a hint of irritation. Axe frowned as he watched her become further dejected and stepped a bit closer. His paws came up and took her face between them, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
“Things have become a bit too hot here,” he explained carefully, “Ark found me and I really can't afford to have you or anyone else hurt because of what I've done.”
“Yeah, but what have you done?” she demanded and narrowed her eyes a bit. He couldn't help but crack a smirk at the display, he never could take her seriously when she tried to act angry.
“You know I can't tell you that, babe,” he reminded and let his paws settle down on her shoulders. She gave a light nod and her nose began to droop down again. He watched for for a little while longer and an idea began to quickly come to mind. “How about,” he began, “We have a bit of fun before I take off?” His words made her ears perk and her eyebrows raise. She looked up to him again with surprise.
“You mean right here?” she asked, a smile playing at the sides of her mouth. He nodded some and his paws slowly moved over her front and pressed to both of her covered breasts.”We'll get caught...” she whispered and bit her bottom lip. He began to squeeze and grope over their size and shape. From behind the fabric he could even feel her nipples beginning to become erect as he traced his thumbs across them.
“I don't care,” he murmured. He leaned in and drew his tongue across her lips. She gasped and tried to catch it with her own but he leaned away, being the tease that she knew him to be. He gave her breasts one last squeeze before he stepped back and brought his paws to the front of his own pants. “On your knees, puppy,” he demanded.
She was quick to comply. She was on the ground and staring up at him expectantly, her mouth hanging open and panting. The front of his belt unclasped with the button and his zipper came down. Hooking his thumbs into his waistband he pushed them and his underwear to his knees. He showed off his thick, white sheath that had about an inch of red cock peeking out from the top.
“Who's my good girl?” he asked and pulled back more of his sheath to push out a few more inches. His heart was beating hard and he could feel blood rushing to his member. She gave an excited yip and licked her lips at the sight. She could smell his musk and she became immediately intoxicated by it.
“I'm your good girl!” she chirped up. He settled a paw between her ears and drew her muzzle closer. Given the go ahead she pushed her nose in against his hefty sack and took a deep breath. She nuzzled and rubbed her face hard against his groin as if she couldn't get enough of his scent.
“Say my name,” he cooed as he began to feel her tongue lap over his balls.
“Axe!” she replied and pressed her paws to his hips. She looked up at him with big wanting eyes and gave a soft howl. He watched with a grin and pressed a finger to his lips to show her to be quiet. She nodded her head in understanding. His paw moved from her head to his cock and angled it down to point at her face, offering it. She graciously accepted it into her mouth, the strong musky taste filling her mind in an instant. The two moaned together.
She began to instinctively bob her head, her flat tongue grinding hard against his cock's underside and enticing more of it to swell and come out from its home. Every soft exhale of breath from the pit bull's mouth brought with it a groan. She slurped loudly as she began to feel more of his dick swell between her eager lips. It didn't take long that his full nine inches were being fawned over by the girl. She'd take her mouth from his length on occasion and stroke her paw over its impressive size. It was only so she could admire his rock hard organ before she would press it back into her maw.
Axe rubbed both paws through the colorful fur of her mane, his fingers often entangling the long strands and gripping fistfuls. She loved it when he pulled her hair and was more forceful with his actions. His hips began to buck every once in a while when she would draw her mouth down onto his length. It was quick to develop into a more rigorous action and before long Leafe found herself no longer bobbing but instead was getting her mouth fucked.
He held her head in place as he began to rut himself harder. She loved being his personal fucktoy, to do with whatever he wanted. It wasn't long before he began to get carried away and his hips were making longer strokes than what she was comfortable with. His cock pushed deeper into her mouth and started to aggressively invade her throat. It became harder for her to breath but she didn't care. No protest was heard from her end, though she wasn't able to keep herself from gagging and choking.
Amid the pumping actions he would halt his movements but only when her mouth was entirely fit around his cock. He would force her to bare every inch he had and her throat milked his shaft expertly. When he would do this she wasn't able to breath, and even when she would begin to panic that he might have gotten too carried away and stay for a bit too long she still wouldn't make any effort to warn him. She was his very good girl, after all.
Her head was abruptly yanked back and she gasped loudly for air, her lungs burning and her eyes tearing up from the experience. Her mouth hung open and her gaze came off as a bit glazed over, though she was quick to focus when he began to speak again. “Get up,” he ordered. She practically leaped to her feet, her tail swinging in circles. “Mmmh, doing so good!” he complimented and forcefully brought her lips to meet his again. She moaned into the exchange. “Take your bottoms off for me,” he demanded.
She was itching to do such a thing. She had to undo the silver studded belt of her pants but after that she practically jumped out of her clothes to leave her in nothing else but shoes and her tank top. She had a well maintained patch of pubic hair over her groin in the shape of a perfect triangle, just how he liked it. He licked his lips at the sight of her nudity, it was something he never got tired of. He locked eyes with her again and drew a broad, toothy grin.
He gripped his cock at the base with one paw while he made a circular motion in the air with his other and pointed to the concrete wall that the bridge was resting on. She understood immediately and bounded over to the facade. She leaned against its cool surface and pushed her rear end out to him, her legs spread nice and wide with her tail hiked up and out of the way. He had her trained pretty well, he thought to himself as he approached her from behind.
He wasn't the only thing that exuded a strong, intoxicating scent. He could tell how wet and needy she was without having to feel or see. He would have almost thought she was in heat if not for the fact that he knew it was much too early for her.
Axe pushed his pants and underwear off to leave him as bottomless as her when he finally came up to her backside. He rubbed his slickened shaft against her rear end some, trailing a wet line. He drew it up and smacked at her bare cheeks with it, making each bounce a bit and drawing a shiver from her lithe frame. Eventually he got into a more comfortable spot and rested one paw against her side while he aimed his member for her pussy.
She practically screamed when she felt his gorgeous prick push its way into her cunt. He went deep right away, not stopping until he felt the tapered end of his meat push firmly against her cervix. She loved being filled by him, his cock feeling almost hot to the touch. He took a moment to enjoy her tightness as he slipped almost everything he had inside, his uninflated knot being the only thing to stay out.
When he did begin to finally move she couldn't help but moan and whine lustfully. Her arms collapsed to the point that she was bracing with her elbows, his increasingly rough movements doing well to jostle her body. As he began to work into a more consistent rhythm he stroked both paws up her back and gripped her sides just below her ribs.
He struck her hips hard with his own and began to add a chorus of slapping to their rolling rounds of moaning and groaning. Axe grit his teeth and held his eyes closed as he began to drive against her a bit faster. His muscles strained and his defined abdominals flexed beneath the effort. Each time he would hear her voice moan his name he was spurred on to go harder and pull from his well of energy.
She was so tight and wet. Each time he would push in, his cock would give a small spurt of pre cum that mixed with her feminine fluids. The resulting concoction dripped from her cunt and splashed against the gravel. She tried as hard as she could to push back every time he would drive forward and even shift her hips to grind on his cock. She knew it was something he loved and her actions didn't go unnoticed.
His paws worked up her form and came around to her front. They pushed her shirt up until her breasts were completely exposed, the fabric resting in a scrunched roll on top of them. He grasped hungrily at her tits and groped over her soft assets, loving how weighty they were in his grasp. The action had him pulling her from the wall a bit and she went back to bracing with her paws. She glanced at him with half lidded eyes, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as she stared lovingly.
It wasn't long and the pit bull began to feel a familiar sensation begin to build and stir within his groin. He grunted hard and released her breasts while pulling his cock free of her sloppy pussy. The sudden departure made her yip and twist a bit to see if everything was okay. Axe gripped his member at the base and held it out into the air as if he were waiting for a red hot iron to cool off. In a sense he was. They were having far too much fun for him to cum yet.
He panted hard and shivered while waiting for the sensation to go away. To the husky's excitement, he came closer when it finally did. In a move that she definitely wasn't expecting his cock didn't go back into her cunt, instead the incredibly wet, rock hard pyre pressed under her tail against her asshole. She yipped in surprise and clenched her back entrance in the first form of resistance that she had yet to show.
Axe went on like he didn't notice her trying to keep him out. Her tight pucker yielded beneath his pushing and his dick was soon being forced into her ass. The action made her whine and whimper loudly from the combined pain and pleasure of the intrusion. As she grit and barred the treatment she was given a firm smack on her ass that made her suddenly jump and yip. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and saw that he was giving her a stern look, her bit of defiance having been noted. She tried to relax a bit more as the last couple of inches pushed into her ass, her muzzle turning to the wall again.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't love it but at the same time she wasn't as prepared as she would have liked. He did wait for her to adjust to his presence though, which she greatly appreciated. With both paws on her hips, Axe began to rut and buck his hips against her form. It started out with long, slow pulls of his hips that almost had him coming all the way out before he would push everything back in. Each time their bodies would meet she would give out a soft yelping moan, her high pitched voice rising as time went on.
Speed and strength increased. The same rhythmic smacking between them began again and the pit bull's grip became tighter with blunt claws digging against her flesh. She whined softly and suddenly felt his paw find the back of her neck. His fingers entwined within her hair and pulled, forcing her body to bend. She gasped and held her maw open in surprise, her breasts bouncing freely as she was thrown back into the savage fucking that she had known to love.
The feeling was quick to return to Axe's pelvis, his reprieve short lived but at least now he was ready. He didn't bother to warn her, mainly because she loved these kinds of surprises. Amid the body jostling, her head forced to crane up with a half lidded dazed expression, a new warmth suddenly sprang within her body. At the mark of an aggressive snarl and grunt, the pit bull's cum erupted like a volcano and flooded her bowels.
She howled to meet his volume and was forced into her own body shaking climax. In waves that had her trembling on the spot, she almost toppling over from the experience. She road the pleasure for as long as it persisted, the heat that was spreading through her form only adding to the incredible experience.
Axe gave a few more, extra strong bucks against her body that had her stumble forward a bit, her front completely smushed to the cement wall as he emptied his balls into her ass. They stayed like that for quite a while, their bodies relaxing after several seconds. The only thing that was heard were their co-opted panting and a stray moan that would break the silence as one of them would shift a bit in place.
With a grunt the pit bull eased back, his cock pulled free from her well used tailhole to leave it cum covered and gaped. She tried to keep his precious gift inside but most ended up spilling down the back of her cunt and even dripped to the ground. She didn't care enough to stop it, for all she was concerned it only added to her being able to hold onto his scent just a bit longer.
Recovery was slow but sure. Leafe was still so sensitive that as she pulled her panties back up her legs she would gasp and moan and had to take a couple moments to gather the strength to bring her jeans up. Axe was simply sore and exhausted, it had seemed like forever since he had fucked her with such raw power and aggression. He mused to himself that it might have been because he didn't know when he would see her again.
Their clothes returned back to normal they gave each other one last longful gaze before embracing close. The sun had begun to drift into the horizon and painted the sky red and yellow. As they stepped out from underneath the bridge Axe nudged Leafe's shoulder and remarked on its beauty. She turned to see and smiled as she saw his silhouette against the background, a strong body with all the features that made him unique.
He shifted the backpack on his shoulders a bit and turned to the husky with a smile. In their last moments they shared a kiss that lingered to the husky's surprise. When they parted they locked eyes and a mutual understanding was felt that this wasn't going to be the last time they saw each other.
