The Wildlings part one

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by Rumble

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First in pool

the wilding

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Written by Rumble, edited by kemosabe

    "Rick looked out into the night unsettled, watching the stars as he thought about his life.  He worked as a bouncer at a nightclub and made good enough money for an easy living.  Normally on his night off he was balls deep in his favorite human girl at the pleasure house or out with friends, but not tonight.  He wasn’t satisfied with his whore or any of the females around the city.  He wanted something else, what that was he didn’t know, but something was pulling him from his routine.

    Then he heard them: the wildlings.  Where he was by breed a rottweiler, a domestic, the wildlings were the wild animals that roamed the forests and hills just miles from the city, and a few hundred yards out from his cabin.  He heard a wildlings’ cry and another’s howl.  He often wondered what kind of life they had.  They were unlike him and his friends who enjoyed the wonders of technology, like electricity and automobiles.  The wildlings kept to the old ways, often refusing to wear clothing, relying only on their fur to keep them covered and warm.  It also made them especially easy to spot on the rare occasions when they entered the city for whatever reason.  The domestics kept to their cities and the wildlings kept to their forests.  It was an unspoken law between the two worlds, and both were fairly happy with it.  It never kept Rick and his friends from going into the forests every once in awhile,or some young wildlings from the wonders of the city life, but both sides always are in a group.

    Except tonight, Rick walked into the woods alone.  He felt something calling to him, a smell, a sound, a weight in the air that was different than before.  it was an odd feeling inside him pulling into the woods, he couldn't have fought even if he wanted to, but he didn't fight it, no he let it take him further into the forest and it’s alluring call. He moved quietly through the forest following the howls and cries of the wildlings, and soon he could smell the distinct scent of sex."

I know I already posted this story but here the pics that go along with it hope you enjoy til I get the second part done

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Published: 11 years, 3 months ago

Rating: General

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