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[18+] Cast out of his pack for being gay, a wolf realizes as different as he may be from general society, there’s someone out there who understands him for who he is.
Today’s story is “Pack”, by MikasiWolf a wolf mercenary writer. Pack had previously appeared in Wolves.gay magazine, edited by Dobes Crusher. Mikasi’s works have been published by Thurston Howl Publications, Rabbit Valley, Goal Publications among others. You can find links to more of his stories on his FA or WikiFur page.
Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
Speaker:If that's not your cup of tea,
Speaker:or there are youngsters listening,
Speaker:please skip this one
Speaker:and come back for another story another time.
Speaker:You’re listening to Pride Month on The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is
Speaker:“Pack”, by MikasiWolf,
Speaker:a wolf mercenary writer.
Speaker:Pack had previously appeared in Wolves.gay magazine, edited by Dobes Crusher.
Speaker:Mikasi’s works have been published by Thurston Howl Publications,
Speaker:Rabbit Valley, Goal Publications among others.
Speaker:You can find links to more of his stories
Speaker:on his FA or WikiFur
Speaker:page. They say the most basic element of furry art and culture
Speaker:is the ability to use the experiences, traits, and behaviors of animals as metaphors for our own experiences.
Speaker:And they say that Found Family matters
Speaker:to LGBTQ people
Speaker:because so many of us have the experience of rejection
Speaker:from our birth families.
Speaker:So let us use the one to understand the other,
Speaker:in, “Pack” by MikasiWolf
Speaker:They say the strength of the wolf is the strength of the pack.
Speaker:They say that a wolf without a pack
Speaker:is without purpose.
Speaker:What they say or don’t say doesn’t matter,
Speaker:because all that matters now, is that I am
Speaker:without one. The pack has weird rules and hierarchies.
Speaker:Like how all Omegas have to listen only to the Alpha, maybe the Beta when the alpha isn’t around.
Speaker:Like how only the breeding pair can fuck,
Speaker:while the rest can’t.
Speaker:I, like any good omega male toed the line, kept my ears down, followed all the rules, ears-down and being all submissive-like.
Speaker:Still got nipped, but, hey, what’s being an Omega without some threat of punishment right?
Speaker:So I repressed my wants, my desires and urges.
Speaker:And because of the “only breeding pair rules”,
Speaker:I decided me and another male could have a go at it.
Speaker:The whole package,
Speaker:with some tongue,
Speaker:tail, and the sliding of dick in warm tight ass beneath lifted tail,
Speaker:our whimpers and huffs of mist
Speaker:filling the cold dark night,
Speaker:the shaft of my lover intruding within me a warmth
Speaker:I could never have imagined,
Speaker:each thrust a prelude to something more,
Speaker:a filling of pleasure mingled with
Speaker:pants and jerks, twitches of ecstasy followed by a warmth
Speaker:beyond imagination.
Speaker:It was the best experience of my life,
Speaker:not just the joy of feeling good,
Speaker:but feeling wanted by another. Not as superiors or
Speaker:betters, but as equals.
Speaker:As I’ve said,
Speaker:the rules were weird, in that I and the male were still kicked out.
Speaker:The breeding pair didn’t just want compliance to who got to have cubs; they wanted compliance to
Speaker:whatever they said (or didn’t say).
Speaker:They saw what we did as an anomaly, a threat to their authority, their
Speaker:way of life, or lack thereof.
Speaker:It wasn’t like anyone else commented when they themselves went at it every week or so, but do something like that just once in my
Speaker:miserable life,
Speaker:and I am cast out of the pack,
Speaker:with my lover cast out in the opposite direction
Speaker:to prevent us from ever having a life together.
Speaker:Many say that lone wolves are either those cast out of the pack, or those who left to seek their own territory.
Speaker:I may be of the first,
Speaker:but definitely not the second
Speaker:category. Lone wolves typically didn’t stay lone for long;
Speaker:they went and joined
Speaker:other packs; packs who were willing to accept them for what they are,
Speaker:and what they could bring to their numbers.
Speaker:I knew none would accept me
Speaker:for who I was, a lover of one of the same gender,
Speaker:a fact that I was born with.
Speaker:So I wandered the world alone,
Speaker:hunting small game
Speaker:and carrion because I didn’t have the ability and ambition to hunt larger meals alone.
Speaker:Lone wolves rarely scent marked, though
Speaker:we still needed to take a piss, of course.
Speaker:It wasn’t like we had any territory to call our own,
Speaker:and remind others about it.
Speaker:Scent markings contain lots of data about the individuals involved;
Speaker:much like an ad posting.
Speaker:Information like
Speaker:“New vacancy in pack”,
Speaker:“In good health”, “I’m Awesome”,
Speaker:as well as the all too common “Fuck Off.”
Speaker:So when I cautiously approached a scent marking on the side of a tree, I was surprised to scent
Speaker:“Lonely in Life, looking for like-minded soul to join me.”
Speaker:The scent was distinctively male.
Speaker:Males are typically bad news.
Speaker:Far more likely to fight you for no reason; maybe
Speaker:chew your ears off to make a point.
Speaker:But this scent suggested a
Speaker:lively, spritely individual,
Speaker:so I decided to check
Speaker:at least. I followed the Otherwolf by scent,
Speaker:stopping every now and then to add my own scent marks to the mix. Kind of a way of saying
Speaker:“Hey, sniffed your message and
Speaker:decided to take you up on it.
Speaker:So where’re you?”
Speaker:After a half-day of looking, I almost
Speaker:gave him up for good.
Speaker:Too often, lone wolves decided they could get much better offers posting scent marking adverts elsewhere.
Speaker:Then the strong smell of deer flesh and blood came to me,
Speaker:and I froze. Definitely a meal worth having here, at least.
Speaker:And as I got closer to the smell of it,
Speaker:who should come round the corner but a wolf
Speaker:with blood in his jaws.
Speaker:Damn near gave me a fright there and then, and my
Speaker:hackles raised as I snarled.
Speaker:But the Otherwolf merely canted his head and ears at me.
Speaker:In his maw he held a sizeable lump of what
Speaker:smelt like a deer hunch,
Speaker:his face and neck red from his hunt.
Speaker:Stepping forward,
Speaker:the Otherwolf dropped it at my feet,
Speaker:tongue lolling and
Speaker:tail wagging a wild storm.
Speaker:I narrowed my amber eyes at him, in case this was a trick,
Speaker:but the Otherwolf simply walked a distance away,
Speaker:sitting lazily on the forest floor.
Speaker:It wasn’t common for lone wolves to be able to hunt anything larger than half our size,
Speaker:and this definitely counted,
Speaker:but I haven’t had deer in a while, not since my old pack chased one down
Speaker:two seasons ago. I wolfed the haunch down –
Speaker:pardon the expression,
Speaker:licking my lips and wishing there was more.
Speaker:Then the Otherwolf strode towards me,
Speaker:baring his blood-streaked head towards me, his tongue swirling around his maw full-circle.
Speaker:For a moment I was confused,
Speaker:then understood when I saw how clean where his tongue drew over his mouth was.
Speaker:I stepped up to him and
Speaker:licked at his cheeks,
Speaker:his ruff, desperate to get any and all of that
Speaker:delicious tasty blood upon my tongue.
Speaker:And as I did, the Otherwolf licked at my face and mouth in response, despite the fact I
Speaker:didn’t have any leftover food on me
Speaker:—not unless he expected me to regurgitate whatever I just
Speaker:ate. It felt nice.
Speaker:Not just nice that I got something to eat, but also to be close to another wolf again.
Speaker:When I was done, the Otherwolf looking somewhat cleaner,
Speaker:I took the chance to sniff at him.
Speaker:He smelt…good. Good as in
Speaker:“makes your heart
Speaker:well up inside” good.
Speaker:He sniffed me back,
Speaker:got a feel licks in,
Speaker:and now started sniffing me in other places.
Speaker:Places that were ticklish
Speaker:and made me stiffer than an upright tail.
Speaker:And right before
Speaker:I could assume the Otherwolf was just curious where I’d been all this while,
Speaker:he turned his back to me,
Speaker:tail flicking aside
Speaker:to show his bare ass.
Speaker:I’d let myself been fucked before,
Speaker:but never fucked another.
Speaker:It just wasn’t something that occurred to me, though the
Speaker:technical terms for such preferences was
Speaker:absent to me. But I definitely wanted
Speaker:this playful wolf before me, wanted him more
Speaker:than anything ever
Speaker:since the ones who called themselves my pack cast me out.
Speaker:So I hitched myself up upon the Otherwolf,
Speaker:and despite my weight, he never staggered as
Speaker:I tottered my way closer and closer
Speaker:towards that waiting hole,
Speaker:hips and tail buckling a wild storm as I
Speaker:thrusted. My dick found itself into that warm tight hole as I advanced,
Speaker:swelling gradually as I moved forward and back in a rhythm as old as life itself.
Speaker:And as I huffed, snarled and panted,
Speaker:my knot locking the two of us in carnal embrace,
Speaker:I poured my heart and soul
Speaker:into this stud before me,
Speaker:he who appeared when I thought I would have to wander
Speaker:the rest of my canine life alone.
Speaker:And as we slumped to the ground, playfully nuzzling at one another
Speaker:as we remained locked with one another,
Speaker:the haze of the afterglow giving
Speaker:way to the joy of sleep,
Speaker:I awoke the next morning to rays streaking through the forest canopy upon me,
Speaker:disappointed to find my lover was already gone.
Speaker:All that was left as a reminder of what we shared together was a
Speaker:stickiness on my sheath,
Speaker:a stickiness that would soon be nothing more than a memory when I took care of it with my tongue, or if I’m lucky, an upcoming river.
Speaker:I got up and stretched the aches out of my back.
Speaker:And felt the press of warm fur against my side.
Speaker:I turned and there the Otherwolf was,
Speaker:as loving and playful as ever,
Speaker:ready to face the day with me.
Speaker:He was still here,
Speaker:not simply because I could give him what he wanted,
Speaker:but simply because he wanted to.
Speaker:We licked and nuzzled each other,
Speaker:and I knew now that I was no longer alone. I have
Speaker:finally found my pack in another,
Speaker:and though we knew not what the days ahead would throw at us,
Speaker:we were together,
Speaker:bound by a pact of mutual understanding,
Speaker:and simply being who we were.
Speaker:This was “Pack” by MikasiWolf,
Speaker:read for you by Rob MacWolf, werewolf hitchhiker.
Speaker:You can find more stories on the web
Speaker:at thevoice.dog,
Speaker:or find the show wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Happy Pride, and Thank you for listening
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