RUTT.TXT - M/M, Spanking - May 23, 1999

By SwampRat
(cl) 1999 Gay Furry Association

Rutt Season, Story the First - Short, but there will be others

Dedicated to Singe - Who can write, draw, and probably has a Cute boyfriend..
Lucky Yiff.


John stood in the tower and sniffed the air. He was Supposed to be the only
Human for 100 acres - but Poachers, Trespassers, Fur-Lovers, You-Name-It
Always managed to get past the safeguards. Not that the Kulari Minded.. They
were Not 'animal-men', as bigot's liked to call them. Nor was this a Game-
Preserve and he was Not a Zoo-Keeper - as some broken-jawed dip-shits in a few
bars could attest to. Inhaling again he went to the computer and looked at
reports come in.. Then sent out an alarm. All over the perimeter signs changed
to the outline of an erect penis and the words 'Danger - Rutting in progress.
Do Not Enter.' Yeah right.. But it was the Law. Anybody on here now as fair
game - Including Him, if he didn't latch the stairway gate.

Hands reached around him, caressing his legs, his crotch. "Come to bed.." The
man shivered as a soft, warm tongue licked the back of his neck. "I.. I have to
finish this first.." 

*Pout* "You Always have to finish Something.. But never Me." A few more taps on
the keyboard and the man moved back. "I think that is.." There was a Reason he
had snaps instead of buttons on his shirt. Dark hands gripped the material and
Wrenched it open, so he could be spun around in his chair and have that same
tongue attack his nipples. He closed his eyes as fingers deftly undid his
pants, pulling them And his underwear down, untying his boots while they were
down there. Lifted the feet out, pushed cloth and gear off to one side then
slid up bare flesh to the goal - a fat, human dick. Tongue, teeth and lips
conspired to make it stand full and throbbing, leaking a little pre-cum. Then
it was gone..

John opened his eyes and groaned. Around the russet and white throat was a
black leather collar. In the dark hand a paddle dangled.. "Please Sir - I have
ben a Very Naughty Fox.." The man got up and took the paddle, shaking his head.
Lifting the fluffy tail, he brought the hard wood down on the soft furry cheek
*SMACK* "Ohhhhh.." Another. "Ooohhhhh.." A third and the male shuddered, semen
splattering over the floor, red fox-cock being stroked rapidly. "Oh Yes! Oh
Yes! Don't Stop Now!" John shook his head, muttered, "The things we do for
Love.." And spanked the fox-butt again.

On the stairs leading up to the tower a wolf-like male stood, grinning. The
little yiff had started without him! Well - He would have to be punished..
Going back down, he locked the Entrance Gate - Didn't want anyone Else
crashing the party - Then went back up. Just before opening the door, he
latched a tan collar around his dark-gray throat, the only piece of 'clothing'
he brought with him. Then entered, Hoping John had not paddled Kyle Too much...
After all, he had been a Very naughty Wolf.

End of Story, The First