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[18+] Waya, an anxious wolf , celebrates intimately with Yona, his black bear boyfriend after winning 3rd place at the pow-wow’s Traditional Dance competition.
Today’s story is “Snaggin’” by Gar “Sahoni Atkins, writer and game designer of Exceptionals by Bramble Wolf Games, a game inspired by x-men, about and for the spaces that marginalized folks build for ourselves, and the lenses through which we experience the mutant metaphor. You can learn about new game releases and occasional stories on his storefront or Furaffinity.
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Speaker:please skip this one
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Speaker:You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is
Speaker:“Snaggin’” by Gar “Sahoni
Speaker:Atkins, a writer and game designer of Exceptionals
Speaker:by Bramble Wolf Games,
Speaker:a game inspired by x-men, about and for the spaces that marginalized folks build for ourselves,
Speaker:and the lenses through which we experience the mutant metaphor.
Speaker:You can learn about new game releases and occasional stories on his storefront
Speaker:or Furaffinity. Please enjoy
Speaker:“Snaggin’ ” by Gar “Sahoni” Atkins
Speaker:When you dance at a pow-wow, the drum is a heartbeat.
Speaker:You have to feel each movement with all your heart,
Speaker:but keep your mind about you to remember your steps and your place in the song.
Speaker:Each movement and stomp is playing with the beats
Speaker:as you sync to the rhythm.
Speaker:Weaving between notes as the leader sings and the kinetic explosion of internal color as you hit on note.
Speaker:To be a good dancer, you have to find how to honor the ancestors that kept this dance in all they faced and show a determined
Speaker:shining face of you moving forward.
Speaker:You have to contain all of it inside you all at once
Speaker:until it was too much to hold and spilled forth like a flood.
Speaker:Waya spun faster, a warclub clutched firmly in one hand as he kept hunched,
Speaker:shell and bear claw earrings threatening to swing loose,
Speaker:silver gorgette around his neck pulling his neck in the other direction.
Speaker:If any of them came free, that’d
Speaker:cost him points with the judges.
Speaker:He clicked his tongue in irritation between breaths.
Speaker:He should have used the upholstery thread like his cousin suggested,
Speaker:but it was 5 bucks more than he had been willing to pay at Wal-mart between rent and food.
Speaker:All it had to do was last 30 more seconds,
Speaker:he could pick some up with his next paycheck. He had
Speaker:put so much of himself into this
Speaker:and 30 seconds were all that stood between him and his goal.
Speaker:His heart pounded
Speaker:in tall lupine ears
Speaker:and blended with the drum making it difficult to keep step.
Speaker:The sweat felt weird over the ash and grease spread over his forehead.
Speaker:His eyes lost focus as the families in the bleachers blurred into colors.
Speaker:The only thing keeping him tethered to his body was the crunch of dry grass under his feet and his focus on his breath,
Speaker:wet wolf nostrils flaring and shaggy tail sweeping behind him in a blur,
Speaker:copper bells jingling as he cried out, only to have the crowd return it in turn.
Speaker:By the time he felt himself return to his body
Speaker:it felt like the world in slow motion.
Speaker:He looked down at the ribbon
Speaker:pinned to his regalia,
Speaker:card still clutched tightly in his hand.
Speaker:He liked the blue. The ribbon
Speaker:was third place, but it felt nice.
Speaker:He looked out over the crowd for something familiar.
Speaker:giving a small smile and nod
Speaker:as he saw some goat kid tourist staring back,
Speaker:awestruck and wide-eyed before
Speaker:his mother tugged him away to disappear in the crowd.
Speaker:It was getting to be a bit much.
Speaker:He still wasn’t use to being social after everything... “Aye!
Speaker:There’s my favorite little warrior!”
Speaker:a familiar but booming voice called out behind him.
Speaker:Yona, his boyfriend
Speaker:stood tall like a firetower,
Speaker:black bear man easy to spot among the crowd,
Speaker:tall in the way only bears could be, made easier be the big paper plates he held high over his head
Speaker:and out of the bustling crowd passing him by,
Speaker:lifting up the bottom of his black and yellow patterned ribbon shirt. White and honey yellow bee ribbons flapping in the breeze.
Speaker:Waya felt himself flush at the peek of that soft fuzzy black belly. Yona was enough to put the world in focus, and he felt himself breath.
Speaker:“Yeah, I’ve just been trying to catch my breath”
Speaker:the shorter wolf looked up with a sly smile before
Speaker:playfully pulling down the bear by his nose ring
Speaker:giving him a playful growl before he pressed into a kiss.
Speaker:Waya liked the way his boyfriend’s rounded ears flicked when he surprised him,
Speaker:beaded earrings jingling as he leaned into the kiss.
Speaker:“And you ain’t that much taller than me doofus.
Speaker:doofus.” “Mhm, I’ll remember that next time you need my help reaching for something in the kitchen.”
Speaker:the bear says softly before standing up to his full height,
Speaker:Waya only coming up to his chest.
Speaker:“I figured you would want something to eat after that so I got us frybread
Speaker:tacos. And I got a change of clothes back in the car.
Speaker:I’m so proud of you!”
Speaker:“I only got third you know.”
Speaker:the wolf said in a wry voice.
Speaker:“I don’t care. I get to be proud Usdi Waya” Yona says, whispering the last part just for them.
Speaker:“Besides, You know that what’s-his-face is that elder’s grandson
Speaker:and the other guy is that big insta mean girl who is always on facebook where the old folks are.
Speaker:You danced with all your heart.”
Speaker:“Third is pretty good I guess...”
Speaker:“Third is excellent.”
Speaker:The wolf clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes before
Speaker:leaning into the bear once more.
Speaker:“C’mon, I’m hungry
Speaker:and my Grandma would kill me if I got any stains on this.”
Speaker:“Your Grandma scares
Speaker:me.” the bear says, leaning back with a lot more weight than the wolf had behind him
Speaker:“She should. My grandma could beat-up your grandma.”
Speaker:the wolf teased through a grin
Speaker:“And probably you too.
Speaker:She was making this shirt for months.
Speaker:months.” “I remember. And I remember you sitting next to her with hands full of beads like you were a grade schooler.”
Speaker:the bear said, hip bumping his boyfriend with a bit more force than he meant to
Speaker:“You looked like when my dad use to make me hold the nails for him.”
Speaker:“Your dad scares me.”
Speaker:the wolf sighed, renewing his lean with a little more force than normal
Speaker:as they stumbled through the parking lot.
Speaker:“He’s always glaring at me.”
Speaker:“That’s because he thinks you’re a big loser.
Speaker:But don’t take it personally, he thinks everyone younger than him is.
Speaker:And he doesn’t know you like I do.”
Speaker:the bear says with his own ragged sigh, only to have Waya rest his tail on his back in silent support.
Speaker:“I’m not a loser. I have a third place ribbon.”
Speaker:the wolf boy says, smirking bemusement between the words
Speaker:“Wait until he sees that.”
Speaker:“You should have a first place ribbon...
Speaker:ribbon...But yeah. I think he might like that.”
Speaker:the bear said, placing the grease soaked paper plate
Speaker:on top of his rusted-out Frankenstein of a car.
Speaker:They called it his war pony like from that one old movie.
Speaker:It was just about as falling apart.
Speaker:Some times they had to hold the door close on a sharp turn.
Speaker:But it was theirs,
Speaker:and everytime they called it a war pony they got to think about their first date again.
Speaker:“Hey Yona? Do you really think I did good?”
Speaker:the wolf took a deep breath.
Speaker:He braced for impact.
Speaker:He knew this past year had been rough for them both. He had
Speaker:felt so selfish for the things he had taken leading up to this. To make his regalia. To practice almost nightly in the driveway.
Speaker:The money and time away from the things they shared
Speaker:for himself and his pride.
Speaker:“Hey! Come here.” the bear grabbed the wolf,
Speaker:and held him tight, belly to back.
Speaker:“I want you to look in the mirror.”
Speaker:Yona stood tall behind him,
Speaker:firmly gripping the wolf by his shoulders and pointing him towards the car mirror.
Speaker:“I’m not looking in the car’s mirror.”
Speaker:Waya huffed proudly,
Speaker:an instinctual response at being told what to do.
Speaker:“You’re looking at the mirror or you’re walking home.”
Speaker:the bear said, standing tall,
Speaker:repositioning his boyfriend as he tried to slide loose.
Speaker:“Fine.” Waya glared,
Speaker:eyes meeting everywhere but the mirror at first as his nostrils flared.
Speaker:“I want you to look at yourself
Speaker:in the mirror. Just look at yourself for a second.”
Speaker:the bear urged gently.
Speaker:“I want you to see who I see.”
Speaker:The wolf looked, clicking his tongue against his teeth,
Speaker:his arms crossing in front of his chest in habitual defensiveness.
Speaker:But when he looked at himself,
Speaker:really looked, he couldn’t help but soften his scowl.
Speaker:It was familiar enough, a timber wolf with grey and white fur, tinged with browns and reds that reminded him of the woods he spent a childhood running through.
Speaker:His yellow eyes Yona always described as clever.
Speaker:The notch in his right ear from fighting a suspicious cop off his cousin and
Speaker:saving her life. A cut on his opposite eyebrow from one of his mom’s worse boyfriends.
Speaker:But something about it felt different.
Speaker:Underneath his clawed earrings and the red and black grease paint.
Speaker:Under the robe that hung loose off his broad shoulders,
Speaker:its bracelet fastened sleeves
Speaker:putting the warrior bands of his traditional tattoos on display.
Speaker:It wasn’t attached to the turkey feathers fastened in his
Speaker:hair. Or his satchel, and knife, and war club that were all crafted with colorful care.
Speaker:He looked proud. He looked powerful and determined and
Speaker:happily flushed with life.
Speaker:He couldn’t remember the last time he looked in the mirror and saw himself happy.
Speaker:Maybe before high school ended.
Speaker:Before being homeless.
Speaker:Before having to swallow his pride and returning home to take care of his sick mom.
Speaker:Before the will-draining shifts at the drive
Speaker:-thru under a boss that treated him as a criminal.
Speaker:“You’re a warrior.
Speaker:You’ve fought through so much and the fact
Speaker:you can still carry yourself like this
Speaker:shows how strong you are.
Speaker:I don’t know if I could ever be that strong, but when you’re around
Speaker:I know you can be.
Speaker:You get knocked down but every time
Speaker:you’ve back gotten up.”
Speaker:The bear said gently. “You came so far
Speaker:in just a year. I just know if your mom could see you know she’d be so proud.”
Speaker:That’s what got him.
Speaker:Exhaling in a shuddering breath.
Speaker:“Next time you’re in that dark place. I want you to remember yourself in this mirror.
Speaker:And remember you’re a warrior.
Speaker:Especially on your new job.”
Speaker:“No more minimum wage.”
Speaker:the wolf says with a bitter laugh.
Speaker:“God. I’ve been trying to survive for so long I forgot how to live.
Speaker:I’m just ready to have to
Speaker:fight. I’m just waiting for someone to say
Speaker:I haven’t earned one
Speaker:bit of it all. I feel like I haven’t earned it and
Speaker:I feel like I’m just for someone to say it and make it all disappear. I think
Speaker:I just am waiting for it all to fall apart.”
Speaker:“You don’t have to earn the right to be happy. Least of all with me.”
Speaker:the bear pulled his boyfriend a little closer.
Speaker:“And even if you did,
Speaker:I’ve seen how long you practiced for this event.
Speaker:I saw you studying for all your test. I saw you doing both at once because you made me hold your flash cards.
Speaker:You’re going to make a great teacher you know?”
Speaker:“I’m only a sub for now.”
Speaker:“A sub is excellent.”
Speaker:“We need to get these clothes off and put away.”
Speaker:the wolf said, breath still shaky as he tried to laugh it all out.
Speaker:His chest hurt like a jar inside of him
Speaker:holding all these feelings in place had been shattered.
Speaker:“I should have a tub in the back
Speaker:with everything I need.”
Speaker:“You do look pretty handsome in all this.”
Speaker:Yona said in his best sly voice.
Speaker:He was never good at hiding anything. Waya could always tell when he wanted something when he brought his hands up to his chest and wiggled his stubby little tail. Waya was never very good at figuring out the what.
Speaker:Unless it was obvious.
Speaker:“Yeah? Like painted van or gas station t-shirt handsome?”
Speaker:The wolf said, taking great care to clean his knife of the red clay earth halfway to the hilt.
Speaker:He use to dance as a kid, but as an adult was a very different experience as he tried to remember the protocol to put it all away.
Speaker:He mumbled thank you to each of his tools under his breath
Speaker:out of habit and carefully placed his jewelry in a tupperware container,
Speaker:wrapping up the bigger pieces in cloth.
Speaker:“You gonna pose all stoic on a cliff for me Usdi Waya?” the bear
Speaker:asked, helping Waya remove the bells on his tail.
Speaker:Once firm paw grasping and lifting that tail high as he pressed up against his back.
Speaker:“We can get out the baby oil and grease you all up. I’m sure Blowing Rock is nice and chilly so your nips get...”
Speaker:“I’m going to bite you.
Speaker:you.” the wolf warned, one pointed ear flicking as he huffed.
Speaker:His face burning pink under his fur,
Speaker:covering up the embarrassing whimper he made with an attempt at a stoic growl. “No you’re not.” Yona sang in a sing-song voice, swaying back and forth as he rested his head between his boyfriend’s ears,
Speaker:using his weight to push him against the War Pony.
Speaker:“We can hang out in the back for a bit.
Speaker:Just you and me...” the bear said,
Speaker:big paws gripping his smaller boyfriend’s hips,
Speaker:claws tracing the brim of his breech-cloth.
Speaker:“Someone will see us if we do that”
Speaker:the wolf muttered with another breathy growl,
Speaker:hips squirming as he felt the bear try to slide a paw underneath his belt.
Speaker:“And I really don’t want to explain that
Speaker:particular stain to my Grandma.”
Speaker:“No one is going to see us unless they’re looking directly
Speaker:into the pony. I have a blanket in the back and everything.
Speaker:everything.” the bear said, pleading with honey in his words and an aggressively certain prod against his boyfriend’s lower back. “C’mon. Please! I want to spend some time with such a brave and powerful warrior.”
Speaker:Waya could practically hear his boyfriends tail wiggling in his voice.
Speaker:The bear wanted him bad.
Speaker:And he couldn’t deny some part of him was getting off at being called a warrior,
Speaker:his own shaggy tail making half thumps against the broad heavy bear’s side.
Speaker:“Okay fine! But you gotta let me take off the jacket and bandoleer bag at least.”
Speaker:the wolf relented,
Speaker:growling to cover up another soft
Speaker:gasp. He huffed to himself in a pout
Speaker:when he saw just how smug the bear was,
Speaker:tongue clicking behind his fangs.
Speaker:Yona barely waited for Waya to be in the back seat before he started loosening the cloth belt,
Speaker:just enough to push the underside of that cloth off to the side
Speaker:of his wolf’s fluffy
Speaker:southern boy biscuits.
Speaker:The bear licked his lips as he spread them hot and taunt,
Speaker:taking a moment to watch it twitch in nervous anticipation
Speaker:as that cold air hit them.
Speaker:The big black bear couldn’t help but groan as he watched those heavy white furred balls swing loose between those athletic thighs.
Speaker:“I’ve been waiting for this.
Speaker:I’m gonna eat good.” “Wait,
Speaker:what are you doing back
Speaker:ther-” the wolf found his question answered before it left his mouth.
Speaker:The bear huffing under his tail,
Speaker:slowly dragging his tongue from the base of those hanging orbs and up along that taint,
Speaker:tongue gathering the sweat like dew on a flower.
Speaker:Fangs grazing those cheeks as that tongue tasted Waya like a summer berry.
Speaker:When the cloth got in the way,
Speaker:Yona flipped it over the wolf’s back
Speaker:and dug deeper. “I’m gonna sock you one good...”
Speaker:the wolf barked out between panting breaths,
Speaker:knees trembling out as he boyfriend held him in place by the base of his tail.
Speaker:Despite his pouting he couldn’t help but push back into that tongue.
Speaker:His toes flexing in his moccs as he tried to find his composure once more.
Speaker:His dull black claws digging into the cloth seat covering.
Speaker:“No you’re not.” the bear growled,
Speaker:Waya could practically hear the tail wiggle in his voice
Speaker:as he climbed into the back with him,
Speaker:car rocking under the weight.
Speaker:The windows of their rusty rez rocket got foggy almost as fast as hands slid over bodies.
Speaker:A fever pitch of coarse hands undressing each other with softer touches
Speaker:and sharp fangs applied with care.
Speaker:It didn’t take long to undress the wolf.
Speaker:His brown uncut cock resting against his belly,
Speaker:sweet pink head barely exposed as it drooled against his white furred underside.
Speaker:His copper earrings still in place alongside the face paint.
Speaker:His bare thighs and white toed paws
Speaker:rested on either side of the bear,
Speaker:holding him close.
Speaker:Somewhere off in the distance
Speaker:a broken speaker
Speaker:called out bingo numbers
Speaker:as the bear’s hands traced his tattoos over his arms and inner thighs.
Speaker:As Waya looked up at Yona he sighed in relief,
Speaker:warm skin against his own.
Speaker:Broad as the mountain and with the
Speaker:gentlest eyes. Yona was a place
Speaker:he always felt safe
Speaker:and it took him so much longer than he was proud of to learn what that meant.
Speaker:He’d do anything to protect that place.
Speaker:His claws squeezed over his pecs, fingers tracing over his brown nipples with his thumbs like he knew brought Yona to a boil.
Speaker:“I’ve never been very good at this part.”
Speaker:“You know what you want.
Speaker:Ask for it. You’re a warrior remember?”
Speaker:the bear said between kisses,
Speaker:nose ring nudging into his cheek as their tongue danced to something a little more private than what he had out on that field.
Speaker:Waya couldn’t help but wag,
Speaker:the bear’s shorter thicker took grinding up against his with a renewed urgency,
Speaker:foreskin rolling back and forth from the weight and friction.
Speaker:“Lick lower then you big
Speaker:goof. Show me how proud I make you.”
Speaker:the wolf says, half-mumbling all his words, flushed to a cozy pink.
Speaker:Hiding his face behind his forearms
Speaker:could only do so much as the burning blush traveled to the tips of his ears.
Speaker:He could feel the grease come off a bit onto his arm’s fur and he didn’t care.
Speaker:A sharp whimpering moan cutting
Speaker:through the noise as he felt his boyfriend slide down his neck.
Speaker:“How low do you want it?”
Speaker:“I’ll tell you when to stop.
Speaker:stop.” the wolf growled out, one ear flicking as he looked away from those gentle eyes,
Speaker:too shy to keep his gaze. He gripped those rounded ears like handles,
Speaker:pushing his boyfriend lower
Speaker:and letting that long tongue slide down with him.
Speaker:A long huff flaring his nostrils as he arched his back. “Hold on big bad...”
Speaker:the bear chuckled,
Speaker:patting Waya’s thigh to get him to loosen his iron grip.
Speaker:“There is a lot of bear and not a lot of car.
Speaker:Let’s reposition a bit.” Yona slid one of those big bear mitts around his boyfriend’s waist,
Speaker:lifting him under one arm with little effort before
Speaker:throwing him
Speaker:against the back seat.
Speaker:Before Waya knew it he was waist first and tail high in the air,
Speaker:the car squeaking as his mountain of a boyfriend positioned himself on all fours behind him.
Speaker:The wolf had been left with nowhere else to go,
Speaker:the bear holding him in place as he played with his tail.
Speaker:He could only stare into the front cabin,
Speaker:trying to puzzle out what exactly the bear was up to from what he caught in the rear view mirror.
Speaker:A mystery of bare shifting hips and wiggling black tail.
Speaker:Hot breath against his body
Speaker:as he felt the tongue try and decide where to lick and kiss next.
Speaker:He felt that tongue trace over the curves of his paw pads,
Speaker:making him flinch and grip the seats,
Speaker:toes curling as his cock flexed under him.
Speaker:The bear knew just how to tease him back too.
Speaker:“A little higher” the wolf huffed,
Speaker:tail held stiff and scraping the roof.
Speaker:Fur upon his back bristling like a wave,
Speaker:hips squirming as the tongue traveled up his inner thigh. A wet warmth
Speaker:enveloping his low-hanging balls from behind,
Speaker:a loose paw tugging his length
Speaker:to its full length. He grit his teeth, growling under his breath as he tried to keep from making too much noise.
Speaker:“All you have to do
Speaker:is ask.” the bear rumbled,
Speaker:dragging his tongue up from tip to
Speaker:hole, swirling and savoring the wolf as his own.
Speaker:“Please...” “Please what?”
Speaker:“Please, I want you inside me.” the wolf growled, one ear flicking as he clicked his tongue at the bear. “Please, I want you inside me.
Speaker:me...?” the bear fished,
Speaker:sliding his paws up his boyfriend’s lower back,
Speaker:gently prodding Waya in more ways than one.
Speaker:“You’re being such a brave boy right now. I can spell it out for you if you want.”
Speaker:He could feel the bear grind between his cheeks.
Speaker:He felt the way his hood slid back and forth as he drew shapes under his tail.
Speaker:“Don’t push it!” the wolf barked proudly,
Speaker:shooting the bear an annoyed glare over his back,
Speaker:nostrils flaring as his tail started to wag.
Speaker:His cock stiffer than ever as it
Speaker:left a clear hot line of pre from its tip
Speaker:to the back of the car seat.
Speaker:“So fierce.” the bears chuckled,
Speaker:grinning as he reached down to line himself up.
Speaker:“You know if you ever change your mind.”
Speaker:the bear growled back,
Speaker:belly resting on the wolf’s back.
Speaker:“All you have to do is ask Usdi Waya.”
Speaker:the bear nuzzled close,
Speaker:thick dark length
Speaker:easing into Waya in a slow steady pace
Speaker:as he took one of those ears between his teeth.
Speaker:It was enough to make the wolf tremble,
Speaker:fingers linking with the bears as he adjusted to the girth.
Speaker:Silent curses and panting breath
Speaker:fogging the windows all that much faster.
Speaker:“I love you.” the wolf mumbled,
Speaker:as if he was scared it might break this moment.
Speaker:He rubbed his thumb against his boyfriend’s palm.
Speaker:He held the memory tight,
Speaker:from the last songs of the summer cicadas
Speaker:to the feeling of a tender crush of the weight on his back.
Speaker:“I know. And I love you too.”
Speaker:the bear replied,
Speaker:squeezing his paw back.
Speaker:“And I always will.” The wolf wagged,
Speaker:trapped tail drumming against side and belly as he pressed back into those last couple inches. “Ugh,
Speaker:fuck me already you big
Speaker:Doof.” the wolf growled deep with affection,
Speaker:ears folding back as much as they could
Speaker:with one firm in the muzzle of bear.
Speaker:He felt so vulnerable in this position.
Speaker:And it was hard to be vulnerable. “Be nice.
Speaker:nice...” the bear nudged,
Speaker:rocking his hips a little harder
Speaker:as he made it a little easier for Waya
Speaker:“I like when you want me bad.” Yona dug in his heels, pushing his fingers into the wolf’s mouth to muffle the noises he made
Speaker:as the bear ground against something deep.
Speaker:Once he found it, Yona didn’t let up,
Speaker:hitting that spot with an earnest and
Speaker:steady rhythm. “There you go.” Those
Speaker:heavy ursine balls clapped away against the wolf’s smaller set
Speaker:joining the muffled moaning that filled the space.
Speaker:Yona leaned into it as he picked up pace, hammering down like a practiced carpenter.
Speaker:The heavyset bear pulled the wolf back into every thrust,
Speaker:ramming his full length in passionate abandon.
Speaker:Each bucking plunge of his hips felt like it was threatening to shake the car apart by the seams.
Speaker:The seat back rattled and creaked underneath them before finally
Speaker:collapsing forward with a loud clash,
Speaker:springs creaking as Yona crushed Waya beneath his larger form.
Speaker:“Wrecking ball...” Waya laughed out “Don’t break the War Pony. I need it for work Monday.”
Speaker:“How about I wreck you instead,
Speaker:smartass.” the bear said, kissing over the wolf’s neck and cheek in apology as he held him from behind.
Speaker:He toyed with his boyfriend’s wide canine tongue,
Speaker:feeling him clench tighter
Speaker:as they soaked in the sticky cherry car freshener scented heat.
Speaker:It was a simple shifting movement to shift them both onto their side.
Speaker:“That’s right, take the whole thing.”
Speaker:the bear growled into those lupine ears
Speaker:“Pretty puppy like you is just made to take my cock.”
Speaker:Yona said, knowing it’d rile the wolf up.
Speaker:He could feel those pointed tips grow warm on either side of his muzzle.
Speaker:“I want to feel you squeeze.”
Speaker:he growled, smaller thrust bouncing the wolf, making the canine’s earring jingle with each thrust. Waya’s cock bouncing and flicking pre like a paint heavy brush as the bear hooked an arm under the wolf’s knee,
Speaker:forcing it higher and
Speaker:pressing into Waya’s side.
Speaker:He wasn’t going to last much longer like this.
Speaker:“You can do better than that.”
Speaker:the wolf said, his best big bad wolf growl muffled by the fingers thrusting in his muzzle.
Speaker:The wolf settling for a bratty nip
Speaker:and a daredevil glare over his shoulder.
Speaker:That was all the permission the bear needed,
Speaker:grabbing both the wolf’s wrist and pinning them above his head.
Speaker:His thrusting grew erratic as he balls drew up,
Speaker:then stopped, sweet bear grinding as he twitched and throbbed deep in his wolf.
Speaker:Every time the bear thought he was done, he had more to give,
Speaker:seed seeping out and making a mess of Waya’s tail.
Speaker:“You’re so lucky we’re not home right now.
Speaker:I’d be trying to ge-”
Speaker:He stopped, eyes catching the shadows of two people
Speaker:outside the car, the smushed faces of two teensomething brats, a possum and a hare,
Speaker:leering at them as they fucked.
Speaker:All baggy clothes, ironic buttons, and safety pins as they cheered for the couple.
Speaker:“Ey! Fuck off you pervs!”
Speaker:the wolf barked, trying his best and failing, to pull himself free.
Speaker:Paw desperately scrambling to throw Yona’s slacks at the window.
Speaker:Ineffective as it was, it was enough to send the two scattering,
Speaker:but the moment was ruined.
Speaker:The teens shouted something crude back as they scattered but the wolf yelled “At
Speaker:least I’m snaggin’!
Speaker:Go jerk off in your grandmas basement you assholes!”
Speaker:The wolf collapsed back in the car,
Speaker:ears as red as the strawberries they liked to pick together.
Speaker:together.“Oh I’m gonna kill them both.
Speaker:I’m pretty sure I know that hare’s cousin.”
Speaker:“No you won’t.” the bear said,
Speaker:laying on his back and laughing,
Speaker:softening cock resting on his tree trunk thighs.
Speaker:“I remember when that was you.” All Waya
Speaker:could do was lay back and join him,
Speaker:cackling as he rested his head on Yona’s chest
Speaker:“This was an absolute disaster.
Speaker:Easily on the top ten worst hook-ups.”
Speaker:His own cock twitched, abandoned and untouched over his belly, boiling on it’s edge.
Speaker:“I’m sorry hun, this was my fault...”
Speaker:Yona apologized,
Speaker:kissing the top of the wolf’s head
Speaker:“I should have known better.” “Are you kidding me?
Speaker:I wouldn’t trade a moment of it away. ”
Speaker:the wolf said, cackle growing into full throated laughter.
Speaker:“I’m with you. Nothing better than that. Besides, did you see
Speaker:the look on their faces as they ran away?
Speaker:We’re gonna be in their dreams later.”
Speaker:“Do you want me to help you with your bone Mr. Brave Wolf?”
Speaker:the bear asked as he kissed over Waya’s cheek.
Speaker:“Let’s get home first.
Speaker:I wanna wash my face.”
Speaker:the wolf groaned, exhaustion finally setting in.
Speaker:“Besides, I could try that thing you wanted.
Speaker:In the safety of our place. Where we don’t have to worry about...”
Speaker:“Oho! Yeah? You gonna finally do it?”
Speaker:the bear asks, tail already wiggling.
Speaker:“Yeah, but home first.” the wolf
Speaker:said, hiding the flustered embarrassment setting in behind the forehead
Speaker:and against his boyfriend’s side,
Speaker:still laughing “I’m so hungry and I think they stole our food.
Speaker:food.” This was “Snaggin”
Speaker:by Gar “Sahoni” Atkins,
Speaker:read for you by
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