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[18+] Today’s story is “1725” by “Packwolf Lupestripe,” first published in the Happy Howlidays anthology from Thurston Howl Publications.
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 The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story
Speaker:is “1725”
Speaker:by Packwolf Lupestripe,
Speaker:first published in the Happy Howlidays anthology
Speaker:from Thurston Howl Publications.
Speaker:Please Enjoy “1725”
Speaker:by Packwolf Lupestripe,
Speaker:Hooke looked into the eyes of his consort and smiled.
Speaker:There had never been a place like this in his youth.
Speaker:His eyes flicked around
Speaker:‘The Chapel’ - a room of faded wood paneling tucked discreetly behind one of London’s myriad coffee shops.
Speaker:The revelry of a pre-Christmas party could be heard beyond the door, but he was far more interested in the lithe fox lying on the double bed next to him.
Speaker:He had this room for an hour.
Speaker:He glanced down, the fox’s arousal betrayed by the tightness of his breeches.
Speaker:Hooke’s paw wandered down to meet it,
Speaker:tugging gently on the lacings which kept it chaste.
Speaker:He had been waiting for this all week,
Speaker:waiting to be free.
Speaker:Hooke looked into his lover’s eyes once more before bringing his muzzle in for a kiss.
Speaker:He may be older in years, but he had lost none of his youthful spark. He adjusted his petticoat as he moved off the bed,
Speaker:assuring the door was locked one final time.
Speaker:Ecclestone would guard it, of that he was sure, but one could never be too careful in this day and age.
Speaker:Picking up the unguent in the pot on the dresser,
Speaker:he looked back at his fox
Speaker:and his heart swelled with desire.
Speaker:His grin widened,
Speaker:but his face showed a flicker of concern,
Speaker:a flicker that did not go unnoticed.
Speaker:“I’m sorry there’s nowhere else to meet, my Dear,”
Speaker:he said as he sat down heavily on the bed.
Speaker:“But at least we’re among friends here.”
Speaker:The fox looked up and nodded meekly,
Speaker:a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
Speaker:“And you know,” he continued,
Speaker:“I cannot bear the thought of them sending you to Tyburn.
Speaker:I may have lived long, but I have only just started living,
Speaker:while you have the rest of your life ahead of you.”
Speaker:Hooke kissed the fox on the muzzle,
Speaker:causing him to blush.
Speaker:“We may still be three weeks from Christmas,
Speaker:but I know not when I will see you again,”
Speaker:he said as he fished in the pocket of his voluminous dress.
Speaker:“Here, I’d like you to accept this gift.
Speaker:I am still hopeful you can visit me at the end of the month,
Speaker:but the atmosphere of late has been somewhat febrile.”
Speaker:The fox gasped as he caught a glint of gold in the candlelight.
Speaker:“A locket? Oh,
Speaker:it’s gorgeous, but it must be worth half my wage. Are you sure you can afford to give this to me?”
Speaker:Hooke grinned warmly and nodded.
Speaker:“Ever since I first met you in the ale house,
Speaker:I knew you were special.
Speaker:I wanted to buy something for you
Speaker:to remember me by.”
Speaker:“Thank you. Thank you so much,”
Speaker:the fox beamed, his joy
Speaker:tainted slightly by the uncertainty of the last sentence.
Speaker:“Shall I put it on for you?”
Speaker:The fox nodded, craning his neck forward as Hooke fiddled with the clasp.
Speaker:Once mastered, he looped the chain around before snapping it firmly into place.
Speaker:He moved back, admiring his handiwork.
Speaker:“Beautiful,” he said. “Just like you.” ***
Speaker:The scuffles outside grew louder,
Speaker:jolting the couple from their concupiscence.
Speaker:“Where is he, the Sodomite Dog?”
Speaker:a voice barked from the saloon.
Speaker:“I know he’s in there - let me pass!”
Speaker:Hooke’s eyes widened as he pulled down his skirt,
Speaker:the fox swift to clamber back into his pants.
Speaker:“Quick!” Hooke pointed to a window in the corner of the room. “Make haste!!” The fox stared into the eyes of his lover, tears forming once again.
Speaker:“And what of you, my Lord? What will
Speaker:they do to you in this state?”
Speaker:“Do not worry for me, my Dear;
Speaker:I cannot run in this attire and shall only hold you up.
Speaker:Trust me when I say all will be well,
Speaker:and trust me when I say you must run for your life.”
Speaker:The fox stared deeper into Hooke’s eyes;
Speaker:the trance only broken by a pounding on the door.
Speaker:“I know you’re in there, you wretch -
Speaker:come out! Now!!” Hooke kissed the tip of the fox’s muzzle before ushering him away.
Speaker:“Until next time, my Dear.”
Speaker:Smoothing out his dress, he strode up to the door.
Speaker:He undid the latch as three magistrates
Speaker:barged into the room,
Speaker:knocking him to the floor.
Speaker:They pounced, pulling his paws sharply behind his back.
Speaker:As they ushered him to his feet, he saw the white tip of a tail
Speaker:slide over the windowsill
Speaker:and fade into the darkness.
Speaker:He was free. *** The pillory stood guard outside the molly house,
Speaker:a warning to those who dared venture beyond.
Speaker:As he trudged through the sludge, Hooke was taken aback by the ferocity of the crowd hissing and booing.
Speaker:The bitterness in their eyes was as bitter as the day, while
Speaker:their insults broke the quiescence of this crisp December morn.
Speaker:Through the commotion, he heard the releasing of his chains before his head was violently pushed into the stocks.
Speaker:His neck bounced off the wood as his hands were forcibly inserted,
Speaker:with the top half swiftly shuttered to prevent his escape.
Speaker:The crowd cheered and then booed as a sign was hung around his neck bearing the phrase
Speaker:“For the crime of assault with sodomitical intent.”
Speaker:Seconds later, the first fistfuls of mud made contact with his fur,
Speaker:the rotten fruit
Speaker:and the fish not far behind.
Speaker:He looked at the baying mob through narrowing eyes before ducking down again to avoid their conveyances.
Speaker:His mind may have been playing tricks,
Speaker:but he swore he saw a faint glint of gold.
Speaker:Tentatively, he opened an eye to get a better look.
Speaker:To his left, almost drowned in a thick winter coat,
Speaker:he could see two familiar paws
Speaker:clasping a locket.
Speaker:He looked up, and his eyes met a familiar azure.
Speaker:The fox winked. Hooke smiled.
Speaker:It was the day before Christmas, and tomorrow he would
Speaker:be free. He would be with him
Speaker:to celebrate the joys of the season.
Speaker:Away from this mob and away from their judgement,
Speaker:alone together at his place in the country.
Speaker:And that was the best Christmas present of all. This was “1725” by “Packwolf Lupestripe,”
Speaker:read by Rob MacWolf, Werewolf Hitchhiker.
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Speaker:or find the show wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Happy Holidays,
Speaker:and Thank you for listening
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