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[18+] Today’s story is the second and final part of “Bragging Rights” by SakaraFox, and Rob MacWolf who, who if they had a dollar for each time they’ve collaborated would as of this recording have four dollars, which isn’t a lot but it’s interesting it’s happened repeatedly, most recently in When the World Was Young an anthology from the Furry Historical Fiction Society, and you can find more of their stories on their respective SoFurry galleries.
Last time, after some spirited braggadocio, Tukki and Sakara made to depart the sauna together, much to the disappointment of the other hunters. Why the sudden privacy, after so much bragging?
Read by Dirt Coyote, lately of twitter dot com.
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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 The Voice of Dog,
Speaker:and Today’s story is the second and final part of “Bragging Rights”
Speaker:by SakaraFox, and Rob MacWolf who,
Speaker:who if they had a dollar for each time they’ve collaborated
Speaker:would as of this recording have four dollars,
Speaker:which isn’t a lot
Speaker:but it’s interesting it’s happened repeatedly,
Speaker:most recently in When the World Was Young
Speaker:an anthology from the Furry Historical Fiction Society,
Speaker:and you can find more of their stories on their respective SoFurry galleries.
Speaker:Last time, after some spirited braggadocio,
Speaker:Tukki and Sakara
Speaker:made to depart the sauna together,
Speaker:much to the disappointment of the other hunters.
Speaker:Why the sudden privacy,
Speaker:after so much bragging?
Speaker:Read by Dirt Coyote,
Speaker:lately of twitter dot com.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Bragging Rights”
Speaker:by SakaraFox and Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:Part 2 of 2 A few chuckles went up around the room,
Speaker:but the mood was the same.
Speaker:Disappointment. But this would hardly be their last get-together,
Speaker:as Tukki went on to comment,
Speaker:and so they would get their show sooner or later.
Speaker:Perhaps even at the next trade meet,
Speaker:where they could meet similarly disposed men,
Speaker:or men who were curious enough to try being similarly disposed
Speaker:while they were away from their own tribes.
Speaker:All in good time.
Speaker:For now, however, Sakara
Speaker:and Tukki rose and offered pleasantries to their companions.
Speaker:Because, no matter how disappointed they were,
Speaker:it would have been terribly rude not to show common courtesy to people who willingly showed you their cocks.
Speaker:To upset someone with such precious knowledge was a dangerous game indeed,
Speaker:and one nobody present wanted to play.
Speaker:So they watched and waved,
Speaker:all while Tukki approached the fox and wrapped his bony arm around his waist,
Speaker:then gave Sakara’s bare cheek a squeeze.
Speaker:The fox’s tail shot right up,
Speaker:and he let out a
Speaker:pitiful squeak which invoked a chorus of laughter.
Speaker:Once it died down,
Speaker:the two soon-to-be bedmates wrapped a reindeer pelt around themselves and swiftly disappeared into the frigid night.
Speaker:They had to be quick,
Speaker:or the warmth of the sweat lodge that clung to their sweaty fur would be lost, much like their toes once the frostbite set in.
Speaker:But they had a night of heated passion to look forward to.
Speaker:Of warm loins and buttocks,
Speaker:and tight cuddles.
Speaker:All this spurred them into a jog,
Speaker:the old scout’s feet still steady as they hopped and skipped practically stark naked over the mud,
Speaker:rock, and snow. Sakara counted them lucky that they saw nobody else.
Speaker:Even if casual nudity such as this was perfectly acceptable,
Speaker:he still didn’t want to be caught with his cocktip peeking out of his sheath.
Speaker:Especially not by the chief,
Speaker:who often got rather jealous at the prospect of the fox bedding other men.
Speaker:But as they rounded the last hut,
Speaker:caked up to their ankles in mud and filth,
Speaker:they could both breathe a sigh of relief.
Speaker:Tukki’s shelter lay right where he had left it,
Speaker:not that it could run off unless the tribe was going on the move, and some do-gooder had packed up for the old otter.
Speaker:By the spirits, he never let
Speaker:that poor hunter live it down.
Speaker:Must hear the old otter’s voice in his nightmares.
Speaker:On the contrary, however,
Speaker:Tukki and Sakara piled into the Lavvu,
Speaker:neither hesitating a moment longer than they needed to.
Speaker:The flap that covered the entryway was thrown shut
Speaker:and just like that,
Speaker:the warmth swaddled both their naked bodies.
Speaker:There was no light,
Speaker:besides that which reflected off the moon and shone down the Lavvu’s smokehole.
Speaker:It wasn’t much, but for the fox’s eyes - trained as they were to follow the faintest tracks and swiftest motions -
Speaker:it was enough. In the darkness
Speaker:he spied the old otter’s possessions,
Speaker:a rich history of a respected elder who,
Speaker:for all his big-mouthed
Speaker:boasting, never really opened up much.
Speaker:There were two sleeping spots,
Speaker:the first big enough for two and quite impressive with a bearskin proudly displayed atop the pile of soft grasses and lesser pelts.
Speaker:The other was smaller,
Speaker:a common reindeer fur bedroll for one,
Speaker:what was certainly his cousin Sana’s former bed.
Speaker:But why the old otter hadn’t moved it,
Speaker:now that Sana lived in the shaman’s lodge,
Speaker:he did not know. Besides these,
Speaker:there lay assorted bits and pieces.
Speaker:Clay pots strewn about in the corners, and clothes half-eaten by moths hanging from the Lavvu’s wooden frame.
Speaker:A bundle of spears, an empty quiver & bow all piled opposite what Sakara could only describe as…
Speaker:A shrine. It was odd, certainly.
Speaker:An old drum made from a piece of hollow oak,
Speaker:over which was draped a musty cloak and a cold, unlit tallow lamp.
Speaker:It was hard to make out
Speaker:but, just beneath the
Speaker:cloak, Sakara swore he could make out carvings in the drum.
Speaker:However, before he could creep closer and take a look,
Speaker:a weary Tukki cut in.
Speaker:“My apologies, Sakara.
Speaker:If I knew I was going to have a guest, I would have left the fire smoldering.
Speaker:We might end up a little cold tonight,”
Speaker:the otter sighed as he crouched beside the fire,
Speaker:probing the ashes with a stick. Sakara forced a half-smile and chuckled in response.
Speaker:Without wanting to appear rude and nosey,
Speaker:he shuffled over to the firepit and joined the otter.
Speaker:“We have each other’s company,
Speaker:I’m sure we’ll be warm enough with that.” Sakara reached out both paws, cupped as if he asked for water.
Speaker:Or Kumis. In turn, Tukki reached out and placed his palm against the fox’s paws,
Speaker:all while they stared into each other’s
Speaker:eyes. Sakara saw that glow again,
Speaker:fainter now, but still bright enough to rival the winter lights that danced in the night sky.
Speaker:And he was reminded of a time
Speaker:not all too long ago,
Speaker:where they had first come to truly bond.
Speaker:Some months back,
Speaker:Tukki had woken Sakara gently some time before dawn.
Speaker:Each carrying a small bundle of light spears, they set out on horseback a half day's ride to the northeast,
Speaker:turning north into the hills,
Speaker:into grounds Sakara had never gone.
Speaker:Perhaps foragers came up here for roots or the Shaman, maybe,
Speaker:came up this way to gather plants,
Speaker:but if hunting parties came here
Speaker:Sakara had never been among them.
Speaker:And he could see why:
Speaker:the ground was all brambles and rocks, no grass for deer or tall elk.
Speaker:No signs of grazing,
Speaker:no droppings. The confusion Sakara felt then was brother to the confusion he felt now when they reached Tukki’s tent
Speaker:the otter, not old of course,
Speaker:but older, didn’t embrace him.
Speaker:Didn’t feel his body.
Speaker:Didn’t taste his mouth or his fur,
Speaker:didn’t press his muzzle against his chest or between his thighs.
Speaker:He slid back to sit against the folded bearskin bedding
Speaker:to make room for the fox beside him.
Speaker:“What did you bring me out here for, anyway?”
Speaker:Sakara had asked when he dismounted from Pekka.
Speaker:Rather than an answer, Tukki had hushed him with a finger before his mouth,
Speaker:and then gestured for Sakara to follow.
Speaker:He had, all stealth and confusion,
Speaker:as the otter hunter led him around the edge of a steep rocky bluff.
Speaker:“Time was,” Tukki sighed in the darkness of the lavvu,
Speaker:“I could mount a handsome hunter like you,
Speaker:satisfy him, call for another skin of mead,
Speaker:then turn around and mount and satisfy the next hunter without bothering to put my
Speaker:buckskin back on.” Sakara was suddenly aware how similar Tukki’s tent was to his own,
Speaker:but how different the fact that no one else lived there,
Speaker:no one else slept
Speaker:there, made being there feel.
Speaker:No Kuveli on the opposite side of the firepit.
Speaker:No Conor crowding him against the wall.
Speaker:“You ever tried mead?” Tukki asked.
Speaker:He didn’t sound, for the first time that night, merely older.
Speaker:He sounded old.
Speaker:Around the side of the bluff, all red stone that crumbled into hard milky white chunks if you put a foot wrong,
Speaker:was a tiny hidden canyon.
Speaker:A bright blue lake,
Speaker:mirror still, lay between
Speaker:think banks of rich heather.
Speaker:Across the water sprawled a flock of wild goats,
Speaker:and fat geese scrabbled at the water’s edge. Sakara had gripped one of his spears eagerly,
Speaker:but Tukki had put a hand on the tip
Speaker:and lowered it. “I didn’t bring you here to hunt,
Speaker:lad,” the otter had said. “Just wanted to
Speaker:make sure you knew it was here.
Speaker:This place’s my secret,
Speaker:pretty sure no hunter but me knows it.
Speaker:Game here is fat and safe and slow.
Speaker:So if ever famine creeps near again,
Speaker:I’d know there’d be one place I could be sure of catching food.”
Speaker:The otter had looked deep into Sakara’s eyes.
Speaker:“As long as one hunter knows how to find this place,
Speaker:and only one, mind,
Speaker:don’t go telling anyone!
Speaker:Then the tribe doesn’t starve.”
Speaker:“So why are you telling me?”
Speaker:Sakara had asked. Sakara had tried mead,
Speaker:but Tukki went on without waiting for an answer.
Speaker:“Not what you expected when I dragged you home naked by your tail, is it?”
Speaker:“Well,” Sakara found his voice by climbing into the otter’s arms,
Speaker:“maybe I like it better this way.”
Speaker:And then they did embrace.
Speaker:Then they felt eachother’s bodies,
Speaker:from necks to chests to bellies to cocks to thighs.
Speaker:Then they tasted eachother’s mouths,
Speaker:breathed deep the scent of eachother’s fur.
Speaker:Then Tukki buried his muzzle in Sakara’s chest fur
Speaker:till the otter’s tongue found the fox’s nipple.
Speaker:Then Sakara finally leaned forward to taste Tukki’s scent,
Speaker:his soul, at the place between a man’s legs where it’s always the strongest and purest,
Speaker:half-hard and warm with eager blood.
Speaker:It should be harder than this,
Speaker:though, shouldn’t it?
Speaker:“So why are you telling me?” Sakara had asked.
Speaker:“For longer than you’ve been a man,
Speaker:I have been the best hunter among the Lentavohi.” Tukki had sat, staring as the geese left the water’s edge to mill about picking at the grass roots,
Speaker:for a long time in silence before answering.
Speaker:“But I won’t always be.”
Speaker:All the way back, Sakara had made sure to memorize every detail of the way.
Speaker:Tukki grunted and pulled Sakara back up into his arms. The otter’s embrace was hungry,
Speaker:as if his lusts weren’t for a warm maw around his cock
Speaker:but a warm body against his chest.
Speaker:As if merely being held were something
Speaker:one could lust after.
Speaker:Sakara’s shaft was stiff
Speaker:and eager where it ground against Tukki’s thigh,
Speaker:but Tukki’s remained
Speaker:unready. Looked like it was up to Sakara to start, then.
Speaker:The fox took a deep breath,
Speaker:then pulled back,
Speaker:turned around, and lifted his tail.
Speaker:Invitingly, he hoped.
Speaker:This wasn’t the way he usually did things,
Speaker:but if Tukki thought
Speaker:he was worth taking to bed,
Speaker:then hopefully the sight would give,
Speaker:well, the needed inspiration.
Speaker:It took a few moments,
Speaker:through which Sakara waited with baited breath,
Speaker:and then felt the soft caress of Tukki’s paw brush against his cheek.
Speaker:Excitedly, the fox’s tail began to sway,
Speaker:slowly at first, inviting the otter closer.
Speaker:Yet, he did not feel the otter’s warmth,
Speaker:for he never moved to rest his bulk upon the fox.
Speaker:Instead, he sat and continued to caress the fox,
Speaker:all while he stared down at his only partly erect cock with dismay.
Speaker:He really wasn’t what he used to be.
Speaker:Or so it seemed, Sakara felt sorry for him regardless.
Speaker:He knew what it was like to push another hunter down,
Speaker:ready and willing to be used,
Speaker:only to find his cock as shy as the hare that scurries in the bushes.
Speaker:You know it’s there,
Speaker:but it won’t show itself.
Speaker:Only, for the old otter past his prime,
Speaker:it must have felt so much worse.
Speaker:To know it wasn’t just a bad day,
Speaker:but rather the way it would be from now on.
Speaker:A promise was a promise though.
Speaker:And, his heart sinking at the sight of the passionless otter,
Speaker:decided he would make good on his promise no matter what.
Speaker:So he shuffled back and sat himself down,
Speaker:his large tail heavy with winter fluff wrapped around the otter,
Speaker:and his bare arse placed firmly in Tukki’s lap.
Speaker:“What will wake it?”
Speaker:Sakara glanced back,
Speaker:his head cocked to the side with a look that was both inquisitive
Speaker:and playful. Tukki blew a frustrated breath through hollow cheeks.
Speaker:“If it won’t show up
Speaker:for a handsome lad’s rump in my lap,
Speaker:then I’d deem it won't be showing up
Speaker:at all.” “Not so,” Sakara insisted,
Speaker:“It was awake in the sauna.
Speaker:I got a good look right before you tossed your buckskin in my face.” Tukki blinked, and Sakara felt something stir against the base of his tail.
Speaker:“Well,” the otter glanced away, which gave the fox a chance to nibble gently on the side of his neck scruff,
Speaker:“there’s one thing.
Speaker:I’ve never actually tried it,
Speaker:but… you ever worn a buckskin pouch?”
Speaker:Sakara shook his head.
Speaker:He’d always preferred breechcloth and hide leggings.
Speaker:“Oh, you should try one, lad.
Speaker:But the point is,
Speaker:it’s soft and smooth,
Speaker:it clutches you close and gentle, you can still feel through it.
Speaker:So sometimes I’ve wondered…”
Speaker:“Wondered what?” “...get off quick, lad,
Speaker:I need something.”
Speaker:Sakara lay on his back,
Speaker:watched propped on his elbows as Tukki turned and plucked something down from where it hung on the tent poles,
Speaker:pulled it up his legs,
Speaker:then returned and planted his knees on either side of the fox’s face,
Speaker:leaving his muzzle inches from another buck-leather thong.
Speaker:“You have another one?”
Speaker:“Do you only have one loincloth?”
Speaker:Tukki tried to sound concerned,
Speaker:but there was a wild glee in his eyes and voice,
Speaker:and Sakara could feel stocky otter thighs on either side of his head clenching to keep control.
Speaker:“I uh… Yeah, I do,” he answered a little confused, his voice muffled by the otter’s eager squeezes and divine bodily odour.
Speaker:There was no understating how wonderful Tukki’s scent was,
Speaker:a collage of sweat and dirt, of natural musk and the distinctive
Speaker:odour of sex. All built up over the otter’s long life,
Speaker:his very soul, permeating his buckskin thong and licking at Sakara’s lips.
Speaker:It only worked to stiffen the fox’s cock,
Speaker:and make his spine tingle while the hackles on his neck rose instinctively.
Speaker:Sakara closed his eyes
Speaker:and took a long sniff of that scent.
Speaker:It was an invitation by the otter,
Speaker:and he so badly wanted more.
Speaker:His tail began to wag like an excited dog with a new toy,
Speaker:to which Tukki chuckled and squeezed his thighs tighter.
Speaker:“Mmm, you’re liking this a lot,
Speaker:aren’t you?” Tukki lowered himself slightly,
Speaker:letting the bulk of the buckskin thong rest on top of the fox’s nose.
Speaker:Sakara huffed at this, and moaned quietly while pressing his nose against the thong as his tail wagged harder.
Speaker:At last, they both felt something stir within.
Speaker:Tukki bit his lip
Speaker:as a twinge of pleasure tickled his cock, which finally started to grow and push against the tight buckskin,
Speaker:and the fox who eagerly nuzzled it.
Speaker:“That’s it, fox, right there,”
Speaker:the otter cooed and licked his chops.
Speaker:Without much thought, he began to rock his hips and gently ground the subtle bulge up and down the fox’s muzzle.
Speaker:“Good, very good,” he continued to gasp. Sakara found himself pressing his cheeks, the sides of his muzzle, against the otter’s pouch purely by instinct.
Speaker:His tongue reached for the tip of it as it passed by,
Speaker:but taste was irrelevant.
Speaker:The smell of otter,
Speaker:of the sweat of long experience,
Speaker:of aroused male, of worn and well-preserved buck leather,
Speaker:that was all he really cared about at the moment.
Speaker:He was so lost in the experience that it took him a moment to realize Tukki’s groin had vanished.
Speaker:The older male was shifting,
Speaker:leaning over the fox who lay naked and vulnerable on his back. Tukki leaned in close,
Speaker:buried his face in Sakara’s neck fur,
Speaker:and inhaled deeply.
Speaker:“That’s done it.” the otter grunted hungrily.
Speaker:“Done what?” Sakara blinked, confused.
Speaker:“Oh, that.” he added when cock hard as stone prodded under his tailbase.
Speaker:“And if I need a little refreshment,” Tukki grinned as he plunged his nose back into Sakara’s scruff,
Speaker:“just need to take a whiff of me spread all over your face, lad.”
Speaker:His hips responded to the scent, pressed forward to grind his shaft against the fox’s cheeks.
Speaker:“Better than mead.” Then,
Speaker:all of a sudden, Sakara’s heart began to pound against his ribs,
Speaker:and a deep anxiety rose up from nowhere.
Speaker:His paws curled into fists and his claws ripped holes in the fine animal hides they lay atop.
Speaker:It was unexplainable, as if the wind had merely shifted and taken with it the barrier he had built to hold back his fears.
Speaker:After all, he had never taken another man’s cock before.
Speaker:And it seemed that some unseen force or demon had chosen now,
Speaker:the worst possible moment,
Speaker:when Tukki was even now done anointing his weapon from the
Speaker:little jar of bear grease,
Speaker:to remind him of that fact.
Speaker:The fox seized Tukki’s shoulders and caused the old hunter to flinch.
Speaker:“Wait, wait, wait!” Sakara barked desperately,
Speaker:his chest heaving as he panted hard.
Speaker:“What now?” The old otter grumbled,
Speaker:a hint of concern in his voice as he stared at the fox with a half-annoyed,
Speaker:half-aroused frown.
Speaker:“You just remember you have gut worms or something?”
Speaker:“I just, I wasn’t-” Sakara stuttered and stammered,
Speaker:unable to find the words as he mind swirled in a malstrom of
Speaker:anxious thoughts. “Y-
Speaker:you made me jump,
Speaker:that’s all!” Tukki cocked his head at this, as if in disbelief.
Speaker:This intimacy of theirs had been far from sudden,
Speaker:but there might have been one explanation.
Speaker:“Is this your first time…
Speaker:Taking another man?”
Speaker:He asked, now with genuine concern in his voice as he reached down and stroked the fur on Sakara’s cheek.
Speaker:The slight nod was all the confirmation Tukki needed,
Speaker:and he began to rest his weight upon the fox.
Speaker:In all his years, spent with spirits-only-knew how many other hunters cradled in against his chest,
Speaker:this wasn’t the first time he had seen this.
Speaker:Their hearts yearn for one thing,
Speaker:but their brains can’t shake the wild instinct that keeps them safe.
Speaker:And when they conflict,
Speaker:the results can sometimes be…
Speaker:Irreparable. But Sakara wasn’t of weak heart
Speaker:nor weak mind, that Tukki had seen with his own eyes.
Speaker:He was sure the fox wouldn’t let one measly setback stop him.
Speaker:Not least because Tukki’s lust still burned hotter than the biggest bonfire.
Speaker:“It is,” Sakara answered, his voice meek and almost mouse-like.
Speaker:“It is what Conor likes, and so it is what I give him,”
Speaker:he continued, his thoughts clearly more collected now.
Speaker:“Then, do you still want me to mount you?”
Speaker:"I…" Sakara inhaled deeply,
Speaker:enough scraps of the scent of Tukki's thong still clung to his whiskers to remind him why he was here.
Speaker:"I want to be. Help me."
Speaker:Sakara felt the otter behind him go still.
Speaker:Then Tukki’s paw took one of his wrists,
Speaker:pulled it gently back
Speaker:and guided it to the otter’s erection.
Speaker:"There it is, lad." Tukki whispered in his ear.
Speaker:"That’s not so bad,
Speaker:is it?" The rigid cock throbbed against his pads, indignantly,
Speaker:as if in protest that its owner would think to minimize its potency.
Speaker:"Especially compared…"
Speaker:Tukki’s other hand cupped Sakara’s cock,
Speaker:gently stroked him back toward full confidence,
Speaker:"to this." Steadily,
Speaker:Sakara’s heartbeat was tamed, the otter’s skillful and gentle motions like that of a seasoned rider training a new horse.
Speaker:Each stroke, each squeeze,
Speaker:and each time a fingertip grazed his shy cocktip,
Speaker:it all worked to rebuild the fox’s lust.
Speaker:And it worked well.
Speaker:“If your warrior,” Tukki’s palm traced the surface of Sakara’s cock
Speaker:“can take this, then you can learn to manage mine…” “Please-” Sakara huffed,
Speaker:but the otter silenced him with a finger.
Speaker:“Quiet,” said Tukki as he lowered himself,
Speaker:so close that their noses almost touched.
Speaker:“You won’t learn if you speak
Speaker:rather than listen.”
Speaker:As if to drive the point home,
Speaker:the otter brushed the fox’s paw away and took it for himself.
Speaker:And then, with both cocks in-paw,
Speaker:he began to stroke them together.
Speaker:The sensation of Tukki’s warm and
Speaker:supple length rubbing against his own was blissful.
Speaker:He moaned and squirmed,
Speaker:and grasped in vain
Speaker:at the animal skins beneath them,
Speaker:arctic-blue eyes almost rolling into the back of his skull.
Speaker:With each passing moment,
Speaker:the otter’s strokes got swifter until,
Speaker:eventually, his motions became
Speaker:crude. But if anything,
Speaker:Sakara preferred it,
Speaker:the rough and primal touch driven by lustful instinct.
Speaker:The desire to breed,
Speaker:which a few might call misplaced or wrong though,
Speaker:they were men who could never understand the unique bonds that men like he and Tukki
Speaker:shared. Each stroke,
Speaker:each squeeze, and throb of the otter’s passion sent a wave of pleasure through Sakara.
Speaker:It made every part of him,
Speaker:every single nerve tingle in a way that made him thirst for more.
Speaker:And he would take more.
Speaker:Tukki felt the fox shift beneath him
Speaker:and cursed as his impressive length slipped from his grasp.
Speaker:He too had been lost in it all,
Speaker:the excitement having chased away the weariness that clung to his old bones,
Speaker:at least for tonight.
Speaker:He glanced down only for Sakara,
Speaker:who now lay on his side,
Speaker:pressed their lips together
Speaker:and pushed his tongue into the otter’s mouth.
Speaker:Caught by surprise, Tukki dropped his length and grabbed the fox by the thigh as if he feared his lust would have him shooting into the starry sky through the smokehole.
Speaker:And by some ancient, yet sharply honed instinct,
Speaker:he knew the moment was now.
Speaker:Sakara felt cold air rush through his fur as Tukki’s thick arms released him
Speaker:and the otter pulled back to get between his eager thighs.
Speaker:There was a momentary flash of what was almost pain,
Speaker:something blunt and insistent
Speaker:pressing urgently for entry,
Speaker:and then with a dull thud that the fox felt echo from the base of his spine to the back of his neck
Speaker:Tukki’s hips shifted forward
Speaker:and the old otter was inside him.
Speaker:If only barely. If only
Speaker:for a moment. Tukki snarled and collapsed forward,
Speaker:and his cock pulled free like a bent branch springing back into place.
Speaker:The otter’s seed spurted across the fox’s shaft,
Speaker:the otter’s arms trembled on either side of the fox’s torso,
Speaker:the otter’s chest heaved as he gulped down the shared scent of the males that filled the tent
Speaker:like steam in the sweat lodge.
Speaker:Huolet, Pehmeä, and Harjakas were unusually subdued when Sakara
Speaker:slid the cover back into place beneath the blackened ivory.
Speaker:If any of them noticed that Sakara and Tukki hadn’t bothered to cover their nakedness on the way back,
Speaker:or noticed the distinct smell of seed on both of their fur,
Speaker:then none of them wanted to be the first to mention it.
Speaker:At least not until the fox and the otter had resumed their respective places,
Speaker:across the fire and steaming rocks from eachother,
Speaker:as if neither had left to do anything more notable
Speaker:than empty their bladder.
Speaker:“Well?” Harjakas finally yelped. Tukki’s eyes met Sakara’s across the firelight.
Speaker:At the back of them was a single flicker of desperation,
Speaker:like one might see in a hunter asking for a promise to keep a secret
Speaker:and preserve something precious and irreplaceable.
Speaker:“I think,” Sakara held Tukki’s gaze,
Speaker:“you’ve all got a lot to learn from him.
Speaker:He showed me more than one thing I’d not done before.”
Speaker:“Like, how not to break his hip when you tie the knot?”
Speaker:Pehmeä teased, without much thought of how the words might hurt the otter. Though, Tukki’s often outgoing personality,
Speaker:how was he to know it would hurt?
Speaker:"Oh," Sakara said, truthfully if not
Speaker:honestly, "he wasn't the one in danger of getting broken." Sakara refastened his loincloth as he ducked out of the lavvu.
Speaker:He needed to get home,
Speaker:he had said, Conor would be lonely,
Speaker:he had said. And if they wanted to hear more,
Speaker:why, Tukki was still right there.
Speaker:There were advantages to having a mate
Speaker:who had gone home early.
Speaker:“Well,” the voice, as Sakara slid into the smaller tent, was pitched low
Speaker:and soft enough to avoid waking Kuveli,
Speaker:“did you have fun?”
Speaker:The fox froze. In the dark he could just see a hyena sitting awake on their shared bedroll.
Speaker:The tent was small enough that just by coming completely inside
Speaker:he was practically in the hyena’s arms already. “Hm…”
Speaker:Conor whispered.
Speaker:“I can smell that you did.”
Speaker:“Conor, if you want-”
Speaker:“I don’t mind,” the hyena laid a gentle paw on Sakara’s muzzle.
Speaker:“I’m glad you had a good time.
Speaker:It’s good you’ve got a place,
Speaker:or I suppose, that your tribe’s got a place,
Speaker:for that kind of thing.” It was too
Speaker:dark to read the warrior’s expression,
Speaker:but the hunter knew enough about his past to know what it probably was.
Speaker:“It’s just not for me.”
Speaker:“It could be.” Sakara whispered.
Speaker:“And maybe it will be,”
Speaker:Conor sighed back. “But not just
Speaker:yet.” The hyena wrapped a strong arm around his mate,
Speaker:pulled the fox gently down beside him on the bedroll.
Speaker:“You could still…” Sakara felt a paw slide under his loincloth,
Speaker:“tell me about it?”
Speaker:This was the second and final part of
Speaker:“Bragging Rights” by SakaraFox and Rob Macwolf,
Speaker:read for you by Dirt Coyote,
Speaker:lately of twitter dot com.
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