Meet Me in the Meadow 2

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At first it might not have been quite so obvious, but tensions within the tiger tribe were steadily growing. For the first time in what had been decades, portions of food had to be reduced. What had been a golden age of prosperity for the forest dwellers seemed to have come to an end. On top of that, the boundaries the separated them from the neighboring wolf tribe were growing thin. Conflict started to occur at greater frequency than either tribe would have preferred.

This situation hit home for Darren in particular as he was out on a hunt, stalking a buck when it passed into wolf territory. Despite how hard he and his two companions tried to turn it away from the boundary, it was no use and it escaped. But that wasn't enough for the youngest among their group.

“Why have we stopped?” Mian asked, a male that had just progressed into adulthood.

“We can't infringe on wolf territory. We have to turn back and search for another quarry,” Darren explained. The female at his side, named Tama, nodded in agreement and they turned in unison to make their way from the boarder.

“Like hell we do!” Mian snapped and refused to leave from where he was perched on the trunk of a fallen tree. “It was our chase, that means it's our kill!”

“That's not how things work here,” Darren said back, his voice tinted with an irritated growl. The day had been long and their hunt hadn't been as fruitful as he had hoped, which seemed to be the ongoing trend as of late. Now when they had their meal practically in their mouths it was gone, and no one was more upset than he.

“Fuck that. No one will know, I'll be quick,” Mian said and leaped down from his perch and rushed towards the buck, who had stopped a ways away to rest but still within sight.

“What? No!” Darren roared and surged after the younger male. While Mian was shorter, more lithe, and arguably more agile than the much older, larger tiger, that didn't mean he was faster. Darren practically cracked the dead tree trunk in half after landing on the spot where Mian once was and vaulting off of it.

He hit the ground in a thunder of footballs and rushed after Mian, who was now far away given his initial lead. He closed the distance fast and just as he was about to spring on the other male, Mian reeled his arm back and sent forward his obsidian tipped spear.

The weapon sailed with magically enhanced accuracy and was imbued with silence. The buck had just lifted its head and turned to see the duo coming after it when its side became skewered. The razor sharp tip cut through its shoulder and struck its heart with such force that it toppled over instantly and struggled for only a second before falling still.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mian snarled as Darren pinned him on his back to the ground.

“You stupid cub, do you know all that you've just done? Do you know what shit you could bring down on all of us if this little stunt of yours gets noticed?” Darren roared back, trying as hard as he could to try and keep his fury under control so that he didn't attract any unneeded attention.

“I know that I had to do what you were too afraid to!” Mian hissed back.

Darren growled deeply in his chest and hauled the smaller male to his feet. The woman had followed them in and was standing nearby. Mian was shoved against her and she reacted by clasping him in a strong hold. He struggled against her grip but as far as strength went, she rivaled Darren.

“Both of you stay here,” Darren huffed and looked up to where their former prey now laid. The spear that stuck out of its side was like a great big flag that told of the illegal act that had just occurred.

They couldn't leave the weapon, it was unique to the tiger tribe and would be easily traced back. So all he had to do was retrieve the spear and be on his way, but what of the kill? It'd be different if some wolves were around, then they would at least be able to claim the food for themselves, but being that it was so close to the boarder likely meant that settlements were far away and patrols wouldn't find it in time. Food was so valuable now that letting this kill go to waste, even for the principle of the matter, was sacrilege.

Darren made up his mind by the time he came up on the dead buck. He yanked the spear from its hide and hauled the heavy carcass onto his opposite shoulder. He then beat a hasty return to the others and once close enough, shoved the spear into Mian's paws. The young male held a smug grin on his face and Darren fought himself to smack it off.

“You'll be getting none of this kill, Mian. None of us will,” Darren snarled. Mian's grin vanished as fast as if he had been smacked, which gave Darren some slight joy.

“Why the hell not?” the young male asked and was let go as the other passed him and Tama on his way back to tiger tribe territory.

“And you'll be silent about it. You've caused more harm than ever today, hope that my mood doesn't stay as sour when we get back home or you'll be reprimanded by more than just me,” Darren continued.

To Mian's credit, he didn't say anything for the remainder of their long hike back to the tribe, and Darren's anger did subside. He'd figure out a proper punishment once he dropped the buck off at the butcher and had a quick word with the tribe elder.

Upon entering their settlement's confines the three went their separate ways. Once Darren was finished with his burden, he strode purposely to their leader's hut where a few members of the high council likely resided. When entering it, the tiger was pleased to find a friendly, familiar face among the group of waiting tigers that were also seeking wisdom.

Rodney beamed brightly upon seeing his friend and he happily trotted over to give the much larger male a big hug. “You're a sight for sore eyes,” Darren chuckled and held the small fox close.

“How have you been, big guy?” Rodney asked playfully, his fluffy tail lashing around.

“Stressed, as usual. Things have begun to get tense with our neighbors,” the tiger said with a frown.

“I'm sorry to hear.” Rodney's ears fell against his head. “I'm also sorry to say that I don't come baring the best news, either.”

“Oh?” Darren quirked a brow.

He was about to continue when a booming voice from the far end of the tiger line called out. “Is that Darren? Darren, get over here!” it roared.

That's not good, Darren thought to himself as he gave the fox an apologetic smile and excused himself to push past the others, of whom were all now looking at the newest arrival. Compared to the others, Darren was one of the more muscular and tallest of the tribe, which made him out to be the go-to hunter of the settlement and fight instructor. It also meant that if something went wrong, he was the one that was usually tasked with fixing it.

When Darren finally made his way into the council's presence, he found himself staring at three of the five elders that would normally have been there. The one at the center was their leader, a broad shouldered, older male that was missing his left eye. Council members were most known for their ferocity, as they were partially elected to their position and partially won via combat.

“Yes, sir?” Darren asked upon coming to stand at the front of the massive wood table that spanned the five seats.

“We've got some bad news,” the leader huffed in a rumble that matched the one that had initially called out and slammed his paw down on the table where a letter was resting. It was shoved forward with such force that it would have fluttered off the edge if Darren hadn't quickly grabbed it.

“Turns out the wolves are looking to expand their territory North into hawk land,” the council member to the leader's left spoke up, a lithe woman with hardly any scars on her at all. “The hawks are asking for our help in the matter as they suspect that the wolves will try an attack if they refuse. What is the state of our own defenses?”

“Uh, we have a standing force of about a hundred or so, if we count all of our hunters. Two hundred if we count anyone able bodied enough to wield a weapon or spell that is forced to,” Darren explained as he quickly skimmed over the piece of paper. It detailed about as much as the council woman had explained.

“Would that be enough to ward off any wolf attack that might come our way if we join forces with the hawks?” the leader asked.

“Well...” Darren thought for a moment as he set the paper back on the table. “Wolves out number us five to one, but one tiger is capable to about seven wolves. If they did attack us it would likely be in an all-out fashion to surpass the odds. That means we can't hardly dedicate any of our numbers to the hawk's effort otherwise we leave ourselves vulnerable.”

The leader's expression hardened into a soundless snarl and he gave a rough shake of his head. “Damn it, that's what we thought as well. But in a time like this we can't afford to shirk allies.” He then brought a letter from beneath the table and placed it on the surface. Darren recognized the seal on the front of it as the one for the tiger leadership. “Messenger boy!”

“Yes?” Rodney chirped up, suddenly appearing right beside Darren.

“Take this to the Hawk high council. It's important that they get it as soon as possible,” the leader rumbled while holding the envelope out.

“Yes, sir, but I'm sorry to inform you that I am unable to deliver it tonight. With the setting sun comes the risk of thieves and cutthroats. May I take refuge in your settlement until morning?” Rodney asked.

“That will be fine,” the leader grumbled. “Darren, find a bed for this fox. You are dismissed.”

“Yes, sir, but I have other news that I must tell you,” Darren spoke up quickly. All three council members perked up and trained their eyes on him, waiting. “On my most recent hunt, one of our younger members killed a buck in wolf territory. I brought it back here to be butchered because I didn't know what else to do.”

“Given the recent events, I wouldn't be too terribly concerned about that at the moment. We are on the brink of war, I doubt on overstepped boundary is going to do much to change that situation,” the leader said, his stern eyes fixed to the other's.

“Understood,” Darren said and nodded his head before turning around and taking his leave of the hut. The fox followed him close behind.

“So, a bed for me for the night,” Rodney mused out loud after they exited. “Wouldn't happen to know of anyone that would have one of those, would you?”

Darren's mind was swimming with concern and anxiety for his life and future, but the fox's upbeat attitude and tone did make him smile. “I'm sure I could find someone willing to put up with you.”

The fox grinned and grasped the tiger's paw as hey continued on towards Darren's own hut. “Given all the bad news going around, I'm sure you could use some good stress relief,” Rodney said.

“I don't think I could agree more,” Darren replied.

There was a time or two before that Rodney had seen the inside of the tiger's hut. It was plain for the most part, as most people in tiger society lived bare lifestyles. Darren had since collected a few items that made the inside more inviting though. He seemed to have gotten into whittling, as a few carved pieces of wood resembling skulls were strewn about near his bedroll.

“I see a burgeoning artistic side of you has come out,” Rodney said as he knelt on the canvas floor and peered closer to the little ornaments. “Why skulls though?”

“A merchant had come across our settlement and told me about some of the things that are traded in larger settlements. Apparently small animal skulls are a commodity in coyote territory, but we use every part of the animal that we catch here in either food or magic. So when I get a chance and I'm bored enough, I'll do a little bit of carving to pass the time. The butcher will let me look over some of the skulls that he renders from our food before passing them on to our sorcerers,” Darren explained as he joined the fox. Instead of kneeling, however, he flopped to his back and stretched out.

“I know about the coyotes you speak of, and it's true. But it's more of for decorations than money or anything,” Rodney replied and turned to face the other male. Given that neither of them wore clothing, Darren's proud sheath was out in the open with a small tip of his pink cock sticking out of the opening.

“Well, you do tend to get around quite a bit,” Darren commented and leaned up on his elbow to watch the feminine fox crawl closer. Rodney's small paws reached out and stroked along the big cat's thighs, eventually coming to settle on his groin.

“I suppose it is my job,” Rodney agreed and leaned down to lightly nuzzle against the plump pouch and balls. The action encouraged even more of the length to slip free.

“Has anything particularly interesting happened on your travels?” Darren pressed. His voice was low and breathy.

The fox shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing as exciting as delivering messages between two tribes preparing to go to war.” Rodney glanced up at the tiger and winked playfully. Darren's expression wasn't nearly so amused.

“Must be nice living such a fleeting life,” Darren teased.

“It gets lonely. Makes times like these more enjoyable,” Rodney continued. His paws had since stroked up and pushed down on the sides of the sheath to expose more of the hardening cock. Several inches became exposed, glistening in what little light filtered through the entrance of the hut. The fox licked his lips at the sight and quickly fell upon it with his mouth.

The first noisy slurp caused Darren's back to stiffen and an abrupt moan to escape his mouth. The fox's lips sealed tightly to the rigid surface and the warm, wet tongue brushed against the underside. The tiger's cock throbbed with the beat of his heart, of which Rodney could feel as he washed his slippery appendage back and forth.

Rodney slowly bobbed his head after pushing down as far as he could. He made sure to kiss the tiger's pelvis before bringing the whole thing almost entirely from his mouth. In that same motion he wrapped both paws around the other's hefty sack, weighing those full balls and gently rolling them between his fingers.

From all the attention that the fox gave, Darren made sure to let him know how appreciative he was of the practiced motions. Moans and growls of pleasure rolled as freely as breaths of air from the tiger. His head tilted down and his eyes fluttered closed. As he kept one arm beneath him he let the other reach out and gently pet over the top of the fox's head.

Rodney opened his eyes and glanced up at his lover's expression. He smiled as he picked up the pace of his suckling, making sure that each stroke of his mouth had him going from base to tip. Each time he would sink down he would playfully tug on the tiger's balls, as if doing so would bring the cock harder into his mouth. In a sense it did, as Darren would thrust up with the motion.

The fox carefully measured his noisy licking to listen to the tiger's fervent growls of bliss. He had plenty of other activities in mind for the big cat, and he didn't want to make the whole of their fun short. Once he was satisfied with the firmness of Darren's cock and the liberal amount of saliva coating its surface, Rodney leaned up and crawled over the other's body.

Darren opened his eyes in time to see the feminine fox settle his backside over his lap. His cock throbbed hard in anticipation, begging to be touched once more. It was soon to get its wish, as the fox set a paw on the other's shoulder and brought the other around to grasp the length by the base.

A slight wiggle of his hips and Rodney was in his preferred state. He lifted his tail and sank the thick, feline cock deep inside of his ass. The stretch of his anal ring sent a euphoric shiver through the fox's spine and caused him to push down harder than he'd have wanted. Darren's size was quite appreciable, and it made the femboy feel full.

The thick shaft pressed hard against Rodney's prostate and had a surge of arousal striking his own sheath. Given how much he enjoyed fawning over the tiger's member just moments ago, his own cock had pushed up from its furry home and was continuing to rise as his internal button was pressed.

A slight shift from the tiger had Rodney's attention coming back to the other's grinning face. A blush quickly formed over the fox's cheeks in that moment when he realized he had appropriately adjusted to the large member.

Darren had to keep himself constrained enough to not just start thrusting wildly into the other's body. Despite that, his hips started thrusting at a harder pace than he'd have liked.

Rodney wasn't one to dislike a rough treatment, however. Being handled like a fuck toy was one of his favorite activities, particularly by more than one male at a time. An aggressive tiger wasn't going to break him where a three stallion gangbang hadn't.

Size difference between the tiger and an equine aside, Rodney was still loving the treatment. He arched his back and pushed down as the big cat would thrust up. His cock, now throbbing as hard as it could be, bobbing with each motion as the thick length delved deep. He grasped it and began stroking himself while enjoying his ass being repeatedly stretched open.

Low growls and groans of bliss escaped the tiger with each breath. His sharp white teeth were on full display as his lips drew back in a soundless snarl. As the pleasure stroked through his girth, his muscles strained to thrust even faster. The barriers that kept him from going into a bestial frenzy were being warn away and Rodney could feel it.

“Fuck me harder,” the femme fox groaned and leaned forward to plant his free paw on the feline's ab rippled stomach.

Darren's powerful paws gripped the other male by the hips even tighter and the strength behind every thrust doubled. Ever inch of tiger cock slammed into Rodney's ass and delved as deep as it could possibly go. The resounding clap from every motion rang through the room and even beyond, matched in volume only by their combined moans.

Precum spilled into the fox's ass as the vigorous pounding continued, allowing the slick member to slip in and out even faster. Rodney could swear that the tiger's cock had swelled even more since this new energy came to bare against him, and he desperately hoped it to be true.

High pitched moans fluttered from the fox's open maw as he bounced happily on the other's lap. The way that this prostate was battered had intense sensations working around his member as he pumped it as furiously as he could.

For the tiger, the pleasure was quick to turn into a rapidly approaching climax. His member strained to reach farther than it possibly could but that didn't keep Darren from trying. His heavy balls slapped at the fox's ass with every motion and the responding clench of the tailhole around his girth provided a milking sensation that drew him close.

The moaning growls of ecstasy turned to snarls of euphoria. Darren's eyes clenched shut and he huffed a short warning to his lover. “I-I'm cumming!”

Rodney almost missed the words as he stared off into space, barely focusing on anything as his ass was used. They did manage to break through his malaise and he looked down to see the other's mask of concentration. He realized in that moment that he was on the edge as well, his cock straining against his palm as he frantically stroked it from base to tip.

“Yes, cum in me! Mark me as your territory!” Rodney begged and closed his eyes. The small knot at the base of his cock swelled and shortly after he was falling against the waves of pure ecstasy that rushed through his body. His high pitched whine mixed with the guttural sounds emanating from his lover as he too rushed into his orgasm.

Thick globs and strings of cum blasted deep into the fox's bowels. The first warmth that touched his sensitive insides had the same intense euphoria cascading through his own mind. His cock flexed and erupted a fountain of white beads that spattered across the other's lower stomach. When the last few spurts dribbled down his fingers, so too did Darren's orgasm fade away.

As the energy died from their bodies, they relaxed their forms and just stayed still while they bathed in the warmth that encapsulated them. Rodney's backside was fully on the tiger's lap, loving the feeling of the hot cream pooling inside while the throbbing cock began to lose its rigidity.

The fox had since released his member and placed his cum covered paw against Darren's belly, accidentally smearing the stuff into his fur. The tiger didn't much care about that, as the scent of the femme fox was all around him in that moment. As soon as he exited his hut everyone in the tribe would be able to tell that they had been fucking.

That thought didn't matter much to Darren in these afterglowing moments. As he breathed heavily through his mouth, tongue lolling from between his fangs, Rodney gently withdrew the cock from his backside and flopped forward. Given the size difference between them, the tiger's broad chest made for an excellent pillow for the fox to rest on.

“Feel any less stressed out?” the fox asked with a grin while looking up.

“Greatly, in fact,” Darren chuckled and reached up with both paws to stroke down the back of the fox's back.

The future didn't hold too many certainties given the precarious edge that the tiger tribe was currently teetering on, but Darren was happy that he could at least enjoy this moment. He didn't know how many more of these there would be, so savoring every last one that he could was his goal until he was no more.