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[18+] When a wolf, low on self-esteem, realizes he wasn’t getting action at a Halloween sex party, his boyfriend shows him the important thing is that he be himself.
Today’s story is “Being Yourself” by MikasiWolf, a wolf mercenary writer. His works have been published by Thurston Howl Publications, Rabbit Valley, and Goal Publications among others. You can find links to more of his stories on his FurAffinity or WikiFur page. “Being Yourself” first appeared in #Ohmurr magazine by Red Ferret Press.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
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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 The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is
Speaker:“Being Yourself” by MikasiWolf,
Speaker:a wolf mercenary writer.
Speaker:His works have been published by Thurston Howl Publications,
Speaker:Rabbit Valley, and Goal Publications among others. You can
Speaker:find links to more of his stories
Speaker:on his FurAffinity or WikiFur page.
Speaker:“Being Yourself” first appeared in #Ohmurr magazine
Speaker:by Red Ferret Press.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Being Yourself”
Speaker:by MikasiWolf Sam’s a wolf just like me.
Speaker:We’re alike in so many ways, yet as different
Speaker:as any two individuals could be.
Speaker:I first met him in a café during a work break, where he was a barista prepping one of my coffees.
Speaker:I said one, because I always bought
Speaker:two. Being a manager of a
Speaker:multinational firm was either
Speaker:boring, or tiring enough that I had to find some way to keep awake.
Speaker:Sam was new to the job then,
Speaker:but it was when my coffee tasted so much better than the previous baristas,
Speaker:so right, just like it was made specially for me that
Speaker:I figured he had to be the one.
Speaker:It could always have been a fluke, when the stars aligned for a brief moment before
Speaker:going their own separate ways,
Speaker:but the next two sets of coffees I had from him were equally good.
Speaker:And that was how we started chatting
Speaker:and dated. That was how we knew each other’s desires, likes, wants and
Speaker:kinks. We eventually took to trying new things together to keep things fresh by
Speaker:sexually surprising each other,
Speaker:and in that process, I discovered that Sam was
Speaker:bi, in bed with an Alsatian girl, no less.
Speaker:But we already had an open relationship going, and it was
Speaker:through that that I
Speaker:realized I wasn’t
Speaker:adverse to the female form. Sure,
Speaker:I liked cock and ass more,
Speaker:but Marilyn felt pretty good too.
Speaker:What got me off most was
Speaker:Sam enjoyed watching.
Speaker:The three of us had a good thing going,
Speaker:but we weren’t exclusive.
Speaker:Aside from Marilyn and Sam having their own thing going,
Speaker:I knew for a fact the two of them swung with others
Speaker:too. I never quite understood random hookups.
Speaker:How would you know
Speaker:whether somebody was
Speaker:whom they said they were?
Speaker:How do you know if they weren’t some crazy nutjob with a penchant
Speaker:for wolf and dog flesh over ass?
Speaker:Predation still exists in our society,
Speaker:and predators occasionally count among the victims too.
Speaker:But Sam and Marilyn agreed to keep me informed on
Speaker:addresses, or at the very least,
Speaker:car plate numbers of people they were
Speaker:fucking in a car with,
Speaker:so I had some peace of mind on that,
Speaker:at least. So my mind turned blank
Speaker:when Sam asked if I would like to go to a Halloween
Speaker:sex party, on the scariest day of the year, no less.
Speaker:“Halloween what?” I asked blankly,
Speaker:images of demons and monsters having a go at each others’ holes,
Speaker:tentacles and who knows what else flashing through my mind.
Speaker:“On Halloween’s eve, people dress up in costumes of their favorite
Speaker:characters…” Sam said slowly.
Speaker:“I know what Halloween is.
Speaker:I’m asking what exactly is a Halloween sex party?”
Speaker:I interjected. “…and have a go at one another without seeing each other’s faces.”
Speaker:Sam finished. Marilyn merely flicked an ear at our conversation as she handled some assignment or other on her laptop.
Speaker:“So why don’t we just call it a sex party?”
Speaker:I asked. “Because of the costumes and roleplay element, love.”
Speaker:Marilyn cut in. Despite us living together for about a year now, I still couldn’t get used to her calling me that.
Speaker:Working from home had us seeing each other more than usual,
Speaker:but Marilyn was disciplined enough to limit sex to lunch breaks and
Speaker:after office hours.
Speaker:“What other day of the year can you pretend to be something else you aren’t, and get your rocks off?”
Speaker:she finished “Erm, any other day?
Speaker:You know, like in
Speaker:gatherings? In hookups?” I canted my ears.
Speaker:“It ain’t the same.
Speaker:Besides, I said ‘something else’.
Speaker:The costume adds to the mystique. I had my third best orgasm
Speaker:when Joseph Cameron
Speaker:fucked me dressed as a cheerleader
Speaker:under the bleachers
Speaker:back in high school.”
Speaker:Marilyn said. “Third best?
Speaker:Then who was your best?”
Speaker:whined Sam, but Marilyn just smiled sickly back at him.
Speaker:“So what, we turn up the
Speaker:and fuck whoever we want?
Speaker:You’re both okay with that?”
Speaker:I asked. “Harry darling, Sammy would never have invited you if we weren’t cool.”
Speaker:Marilyn cooed. “Besides, it would do you some good to meet other people.
Speaker:You stick to yourself too much.” #
Speaker:I wasn’t all that keen
Speaker:about meeting others I didn’t know,
Speaker:but Sam said he knew the host at the party we drove to,
Speaker:and by extension that meant everyone there, right?
Speaker:The manor was a huge Victorian affair, which in addition to the glowing pumpkins placed outside, only added
Speaker:to the Haunted House vibe.
Speaker:I pulled into the driveway where the other cars were parked, including a van in which I could hear moans and thumping,
Speaker:suggesting someone was getting their act on early.
Speaker:So much for roleplaying.
Speaker:The three of us got into our costumes,
Speaker:and set about strutting towards the manor.
Speaker:Enter Marilyn Straus, Vampiress consort.
Speaker:Even now, her form beneath her form-fitting leather outfit was tantalizing enough for
Speaker:even I to appreciate.
Speaker:Sam gave her an appreciative nuzzle,
Speaker:the spines on his back
Speaker:possibly identifying him as some
Speaker:swamp monster or other.
Speaker:As for I? I went
Speaker:with the Agent 47 Hitman look, dressed in
Speaker:my suit and red tie, face as stoic as can ever
Speaker:be. I even had Sam ink A47’s signature barcode behind my right ear to complete the image.
Speaker:I didn’t tell Sam I wore this outfit
Speaker:mainly because it was what I wore to work
Speaker:anyway. It brought me luck,
Speaker:as I often got to rail Sam after work still wearing it,
Speaker:unloading shot after shot of my hard-on into him.
Speaker:Sam lead us past the pumpkins
Speaker:carved into the shapes of different species, where the courtyard was.
Speaker:Here, some of the guests mingled about, some seated, others standing.
Speaker:A short bat wearing a cowl turned towards us, his expression lighting up.
Speaker:“Sammy, you made it!”
Speaker:he squealed, jumping up at Sam with a hug.
Speaker:The two of them made what sounded like
Speaker:slurpy sucking noises as they did,
Speaker:and I exchanged a look with Marilyn.
Speaker:The two friends soon disengaged, and I kept a straight face for their benefit.
Speaker:“So you choose the Chupacabra.
Speaker:Kind of fitting, don’t you think?”
Speaker:smiled the bat. “All the better to suck—um, stuff with.”
Speaker:Said Sam. “But seriously, Vern, all these years and you still went with
Speaker:‘Vampire?’” “Well, my guests expect that of me by now.
Speaker:Gotta go along with the stereotypes, you know.”
Speaker:Vern flapped his wings and cape in emphasis,
Speaker:as Sam made the necessary
Speaker:introductions. “Welcome to my manor, Harry and Marilyn, and a most fine lady you are, if I may say so.”
Speaker:Vern whisked Marilyn’s paw up in a swift motion, landing a kiss upon it.
Speaker:“I take it Sam told you what to expect?”
Speaker:“He was a little bare on the details.”
Speaker:I spoke out. “Well, what’s there to say?
Speaker:Walk around, find someone, and go have some fun!”
Speaker:Vern raised both wings, his cape raising dramatically around him.
Speaker:“As long as the doors aren’t locked, nowhere in these grounds are out of bounds.
Speaker:The only rule we have here; if anyone say no, it means no!
Speaker:No violent shit, not unless you’ve both agreed on a safe word and actually adhere to it. Oh,
Speaker:by the way, there’s some weed being passed around in the reading room.”
Speaker:Vern turned to another couple that walked up.
Speaker:I turned to Sam. “Is this your high-class friend with the high class dealer you spoke about?”
Speaker:“Yes it is, but you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Speaker:Sam said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Marilyn and I
Speaker:got some scouting out to do.”
Speaker:The two of them made knowing expressions at each other,
Speaker:Marilyn licking her lips as she did.
Speaker:“What about me?” I whined.
Speaker:I didn’t know anyone here,
Speaker:and the people around me felt
Speaker:oppressive in their scary getup.
Speaker:I wouldn’t consider myself a wimp when it came to horror movies, but it was intimidating
Speaker:talking to scary-looking beings,
Speaker:especially those that
Speaker:looked to come from beyond the grave.
Speaker:Not to mention the sulky bear with some
Speaker:metal thing passing through his head.
Speaker:But the two of them padded away,
Speaker:no doubt to fulfil some fantasy of theirs.
Speaker:Can’t exactly fault them,
Speaker:because who wants to stick with boring old Harry?
Speaker:I bit back a sulk
Speaker:as I strode into the main hall of the manor.
Speaker:It was dimly lit, with glowing skulls and bats hanging around.
Speaker:The doors to the rooms leading
Speaker:from the hallways were largely open, with the
Speaker:ambient blare of rock or pop music audible,
Speaker:but some were closed with snarls, thumps and growls erupting from within.
Speaker:I cringed as I saw a huge octopus/squid/Cthulhu thing
Speaker:hunched over a fennec in some sailor anime outfit by the window,
Speaker:the light outside silhouetting him with a warm, demonic glow.
Speaker:I froze as I watched him huff and puff away,
Speaker:roaring as he blew his load in.
Speaker:The fennec squealed,
Speaker:be it from mingled orgasm or being treated like prey,
Speaker:and I couldn’t help wondering
Speaker:if that little thrill I got was what Sam felt whenever he watched me and Marilyn fucking.
Speaker:Gotta love the hentai tentacle stereotype.
Speaker:Damn, was I hard now.
Speaker:I decided that if the other folks at this party was occupied,
Speaker:I could at least explore the manor myself.
Speaker:Maybe even find a balcony where I could watch the other demons, ghouls and ghosts have fun while I had
Speaker:fun of my own. It was almost like attending one of those
Speaker:cosplay or comics conventions I’ve gone with Sam and my friends to,
Speaker:only that sexual crossovers were possible here.
Speaker:It didn’t matter whether it was DC, Marvel, or whatever universe or mythos, any character and being
Speaker:could have a go at one another here.
Speaker:I strode gingerly up the stairs leading up to the second floor,
Speaker:past Ultrabear having a go at some feminine-sounding Kaiju or other lying spread-eagled on the banister.
Speaker:Vern sure knew a lot of people,
Speaker:as evidenced by the fact I could barely find a quiet spot in the manor
Speaker:even here, with every available space used for either socializing or fornicating.
Speaker:After making a circuit around the second floor,
Speaker:I finally found a balcony overlooking a quiet courtyard.
Speaker:Here, a small fountain stood, the sound of bubbling water calming my nerves.
Speaker:Strange as it may sound, I didn’t do too well
Speaker:with crowds of people I didn’t know,
Speaker:especially when I worked as a manager in my day job. Being a manager was a lonesome role. People didn’t speak to you unless it was absolutely necessary.
Speaker:Whenever you went out and made your rounds in the office and
Speaker:production floor, everyone hushed and acted busy,
Speaker:because they were expected to not be themselves.
Speaker:Even the other managers kept to themselves rather than socializing,
Speaker:because which department wanted the other to know about their problems, right?
Speaker:So it meant a lot of being alone in the office.
Speaker:My only time I got to be social was when I went out for coffee and
Speaker:met the cute wolf that ended up my boyfriend.
Speaker:He’s who I looked forward to seeing when I got home.
Speaker:The only other people I ended up meeting were friends of his,
Speaker:and even so, never without him.
Speaker:I looked up at the moon shining above the manor and me.
Speaker:Secretly, I was jealous of everyone I’ve passed by getting ass and pussy, perhaps even tentacles or demon maw
Speaker:thrown in the mix.
Speaker:The fact that no one seemed interested in getting
Speaker:it on with me was rather disheartening. What did
Speaker:others have that I didn’t?
Speaker:Social skills? A hardon, maybe?
Speaker:I definitely had a hardon now,
Speaker:thinking about all the stuff I was missing.
Speaker:Perhaps the only way I could ever get off at events like this was on my lonesome.
Speaker:I unbuckled my belt,
Speaker:pants clattering around my ankles.
Speaker:I grasped my shaft, already halfway out of my sheath, stroking myself off to a familiar rhythm.
Speaker:Only this time, I had the moon as witness to my exuberance.
Speaker:Legend spoke of certain individuals who’d succumbed to the call of becoming feral due to a curse or spell, and for
Speaker:some reason the stereotypes of going “were”
Speaker:were largely centered on us wolves.
Speaker:It could be the fact we were one of the
Speaker:first species to form communities, being pack creatures and all,
Speaker:but folk going crazed were usually portrayed as “werewolves” more than any other species.
Speaker:Perhaps today I could take on the role of one
Speaker:cursed with the sex-blight,
Speaker:letting my inner beast out in broad moonlight.
Speaker:The beginnings of a growl erupted in my throat as I felt myself cresting closer and closer to the edge,
Speaker:wishing once and again that I was sliding into someone’s slick maw
Speaker:instead of my own lame paws.
Speaker:I felt my paw being pulled aside, and the sensation of warmth
Speaker:slickness enveloping my shaft.
Speaker:I looked down in surprise,
Speaker:and caught sight of some Chupacabra’s head giving me head.
Speaker:Before I could utter another word, however, the Chupacabra silenced me by placing a finger on my nose.
Speaker:Damn, did he suck good.
Speaker:He knew exactly what got me off,
Speaker:his mouth and tongue licking and applying pressure and
Speaker:teeth in all the right places.
Speaker:My suckee knew exactly which part of my shaft and knot enjoyed attention the most,
Speaker:and the mingled sensations of something
Speaker:so familiar, and yet so new had my throwing my head up as I howled at the moon,
Speaker:pumping spurt after spurt into my savior’s maw.
Speaker:I came so hard, so forcefully, that I felt a little dazed in the afterglow.
Speaker:I dropped into a sitting position,
Speaker:clutching my suckee
Speaker:hard behind the head.
Speaker:And who should it be but my boyfriend Sam.
Speaker:He licked his lips as he nuzzled my balls, even now keeping me company
Speaker:as I felt so alone in a sea of strangers.
Speaker:He knew I didn’t get along with people, yet did his best to have me meet
Speaker:others. When that didn’t work out, he was there for me,
Speaker:instead of having a good time with some monster or other.
Speaker:“You know, Harry; all I wanted from you was to be yourself,”
Speaker:said Sam. “I knew you weren’t a social guy, so I thought it would be
Speaker:good for you to see what you were missing at these events.
Speaker:Getting fucked by demons or monsters? Now you even got sucked off by one.
Speaker:It’s quite the experience,”
Speaker:Sam licked his lips with a wolfy grin.
Speaker:“But what truly matters, is that you had a great time tonight.”
Speaker:“Yeah, I’m glad to get the blowjob of a century.”
Speaker:I panted. “Thanks for looking out for me.”
Speaker:“Hey, they don’t call Chupacabras “Wolf-suckers” for nothing, you know.”
Speaker:Sam replied. “And you know, the night’s only just beginning…”
Speaker:Damn, if that promise didn’t get me aroused once more.
Speaker:But it was good manners for the werewolf to return the Chupacabra the favor.
Speaker:Sam moaned as I nuzzled his shaft before slipping it into my maw.
Speaker:Two monster lovers shall howl tonight.
Speaker:This was “Being Yourself”
Speaker:by MikasiWolf, read for you by Rob MacWolf, Werewolf Hitchhiker.
Speaker:You can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog, or find the show wherever you get your podcasts. Thank you for listening
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Speaker:This concludes our Summer Reading Program.
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