Love's Battlefield - Volume 7
Love's Battlefield: Volume Seven â€" Stress Relief
"Was that a motorcycle?" Questioned Danni groggily as he stirred from his quilted tomb at Forrest's side.
Sitting upright and brushing the sleep from his eyes, the white wolf replies, "It belongs to a gryphon two houses down; I think I heard his wife yelling at him again earlier this morning but it might have been my imagination." Shaking his head a couple of times, he chuckles and amends, "No, on second thought, my imagination hasn't been able to venture very far from you for a long time; they were definitely fighting again."
"Do they argue a lot?" Asked Danni, cocking his head to one side.
"I'd say that it's more like she argues AT him, not WITH him, and he just kind of endures it." Said Forrest with a neutral shrug of his shoulders. "She cheats on him too, quite a lot actually, though he might have started to do the same to her after a while. It's been a couple of years, but I used to see this flawless Adonis of a black rabbit accompanying him too, nearly every other night in fact, and after watching them interact for more than maybe... seven whole seconds, things became obvious and I developed a strong hunch that the guy had been batting for our team well before his marriage even." Scratching his chin, the lycanthrope stretched his arms, yawned, and slid out of bed with the kind of grace that should have been impossible at sunrise. "He was probably teetering on the 'bisexual fence' and just decided to quit women entirely after dealing with his wife's particular brand insanity for a few too many years. Drunk, Irish Catholic women probably have that effect on a lot of men."
"Well, good for him; at least he's venting his sexual frustration in a way that isn't YET involving legal action." Joked Danni with a sleepy smile. "Besides, we need more batters to join our side and take the plate anyway. Heck, I only recently joined."
Laughing softly, Forrest grabs a remote control and turns up the near-muted volume on expensive looking flat-screen television, retorting, "And here I thought we were talking about getting more gay players out on the ball diamond. Looks like I'm not up to snuff when it comes to these metaphors."
"Silly." Giggled the petite tod as he stirred from the bed's ruffled sheets and joined his mate, hugging him tightly.
The wolf happily accepted Danni into his arms as though it had become a cherished routine and returned the embrace with equal force, holding the younger man snugly and nearly lifting him up off of the floor in the process. In the background, the local weather channel being broadcast on Forrest's TV announced that torrential rain storms had taken the city by surprise and that all schools and a varying array of businesses would be closed until further notice. Several brief clips of the most unfortunate field reporters alive confirmed the terrible weather as they harrowingly braved the apocalyptic conditions, hunched over beneath umbrellas held in place by equally, if not even more unfortunate, college interns. Both boys took a break from their cuddling to look out through the bedroom's window and, indeed, a thick curtain of black, billowing clouds and an East Asian monsoon-like downpour had suddenly conquered the metropolis in the short space of time between their hug and the weatherman's warning of impending, watery Armageddon. Forrest grinned down at the russet fox still resting in his paws and received a similar expression of satisfaction in return; the both of them turning to face the bed and then each other once more.
"So, any plans we might have had today seem to have been canceled." Said Forrest, pecking Danni's cheeks again and again. "Do you have any ideas as to how we might pass the time?"
Blushing bright red, the small vulpine replies, "Does your door lock?"
"Sturdier than Fort Knox." Answered Forrest instantly with an overly emphasized wink.
"Then, yes, I might have a few ideas." Whispered Danni as he stood on the tips of his toes to nibble on one of the wolf's pert ears.
Pressing the small button in the center of his doorknob and smiling as the gentle click of the mechanism within assures total privacy, the white wolf whimsically states, "Then you simply must divulge every single one to me; I'll interrogate if necessary."
"Will that include handcuffs?"
"Maybe more than two pairs."
"Then you might just get me to talk."
"Oh, I will; I most certainly will."
Together, they padded back over to the bed and fell down upon it, wrapping their arms around each other again and interlocking into a prolonged kiss. The autumn-colored fox squeaked delightedly as the larger wolf pulled him into his lap and held him there with two mighty, snow-white paws. Danni's bushy tail draped itself instinctively across the canine's shoulders as they drew closer and closer to each other, decorating the feral fur like a plush and fluffy shawl. Their tongues lapped and licked while their paws explored the many furry nooks and crannies adjacent to them; mewling purrs and moans muted as they exited one maw and entered another. Without breaking the kiss, Forrest hooked his thumbs through the waistband of the pair of boxers that the fox had loosely on and quickly pulled them down past his lover's knees. The undeniably male erection that greeted him came with another blush and soon found itself surrounded entirely by the warm, smooth surface of the lycanthrope's paw pads; the firm grip only causing the fox's maleness to stiffen even further. Three slow strokes later and Danni's embarrassment faded as a torrent of lusty hormones surged through him and sent his paws darting to remove the tight pair of briefs that were obstructing Forrest's own arousal. As the tighty-whiteys fell to the floor and revealed the red lupine dick, fully extended and begging for attention, the tangerine vulpine returned the favor and wrapped his palm around it. Squeezing gently and pumping his closed fist up and down, Danni relished in every whimper and whine that he earned as a result.
"Shall we move on to phase two?" Mused Forrest with a devilish grin.
Trailing a lick up the full length of the wolf's scarlet shaft, Danni responds, "Absolutely, commandant."
"Very well, soldier; prepare to come under fire." Chuckled the lycanthrope through an elated shiver of pleasure.
Spreading the fox's legs and hoisting his rear end into the air, Forrest positioned his pulsing pole between the two fuzzy cheeks and then took a minute to admire the whole of the scene. Blushing up at the feral lupine but still smiling passionately all the same, Danni's green eyes flashed captivatingly through the dim morning light and effectively mesmerized the sapphire pair gazing back into them. Swishing like a fluffy broom back and forth across the bedsheets, the fox's tail betrayed its owner's composure as it almost span in complete circles with delight. Leaning forward, the white wolf licked his partner's nose and grabbed a small bottle from behind the unused alarm clock on the nightstand. The label read: Slick Dreams. Drizzling down a generous amount of lubricant onto his bits and pieces with a grin, Forrest snapped the container's lid closed, tossed it aside, and inched ever so slowly forward with his hips. Upon reaching Danni's taut ring of flesh, the wolf prodded playfully at the closed entrance, rubbing his tip up and down the younger boy's ball sack and his sensitive stretch of taint. Satisfied and smiling wider than ever, Forrest pressed his groin into the firm vulpine backside and buried his bone deep within the fox's yard in an instant, eliciting a yelp of ecstasy from his bedmate in the process. Clutching Danni's thighs, kneading the reddish-orange fur with his thumbs, the powerful wolf practically pulled himself in and pushed himself back out, quickly repeating the two-step process. The fox's moans began chorusing through the room immediately, bouncing off of the walls and back to his own ears; a reverberating orchestra that was soon joined by Forrest's own hormonal vocalizations.
"Oh, Forrest!" Whined Danni ecstatically, both words noticeably separated by a gasp as the wolf pressed his pulsing length back into him.
In response, Forrest assumed a steady rhythm of entering and exiting, grinding and plowing, that sent the fox's heaving chest into overdrive; the trim, furry tummy rising and falling at seemingly death-defying speeds like the surface of a dance club's sub-woofer during a series of fast paced techno remixes. Soft huffs and puffs of exertion sounded off every time the wolf's flawless, spotless butt backed away and lunged forward once more; a sultry soundtrack intermixed with the smacking of Forrest's groin against his fluffy fox's two spread cheeks and the gentle rocking of the springs within the motioning mattress as the two furry bodies atop it merged and separated again and again. Hot, panting breath and body heat gradually pushed the room's temperature to higher degrees, clearly noticeable as droplets of sweat began to drip from both young men's snouts. Then, sometime during the middle of the wolf's rut, Forrest reached down with one free paw and encircled it around the pink length of fox meat bobbing swiftly up and down in front of him. Danni yipped uncontrollably as a series of fast jerking motions lavished his vulpine erection and brought him ever closer to his boiling point; the musky aroma of his pre joining the bouquet of pheromone fueled odors filling the small bedroom.
Leaning forward without breaking the energetic pace of his heated thrusting, Forrest encircles his lips around the long vulpine muzzle panting and gasping before him and moans deeply into it, "I-I'm already so c-close!"
Danni, unable to reply as a whole slew of euphoric whimpers took the place of any intelligible words that he might have considered relaying, instead chose to clench his fists and pull up the sheets from the baseboard of the bed. The small fox's lithe and wiry frame shivered from head to toe upon every plunge of that slick, red lupine dick as it drove back into him like a battering ram, deeper and deeper each time. Forrest's tongue came lolling out of his canine maw and dangled uselessly to the side as he continued to hump his mate, bucking harder as the fire burning inside of him grew hotter and intensified; slamming into the teenage tod's dainty rear all the way up to his fully swelled knot. With each powerful thrust, Danni's tender tailhole stretched wider, steadily taking more and more of the girthsome growth at the base of the lycanthrope's shaft.
"F-Forrest, I-I'm gonna~
But Danni was cut short as the red, glistening knot passed through his stretched ring, instantly spurring a rope of milky seed to shoot forth from his pink prick and spatter his lover's chest and stomach. The fox howled with joy as two more small streams of his vulpine cream erupted from his spasming pole and made a delightful mess of both young men's midriffs. At the same time, Forrest found himself pushed to the brink as well; Danni's inner walls having clamped down and contracted upon the onset of his explosive orgasm. The white wolf's lower lip quivered and his entire body tensed as his taut ballsack emptied its contents into the young fox, completely filling the teen's tight ass with his testosterone steeped herbal essence. Immediately thereafter, Forrest's exhausted frame fell forward and blanketed the smaller boy still held firmly in place below him. Danni squeaked shortly as the athletic fur toppled down and sprawled limply across him, wrapping his arms around the wolf's shoulders and hugging him close. Turning his head, Forrest licked his compatriot's cheek and nuzzled his nose into to fox's soft neck fur, basking in the warmth of the embrace and the euphoria of the afterglow as it washed over them both like a summer breeze.
"That was so perfect." Whispered Danni in the quietest of voices. "YOU were so perfect."
In a soft purr, the silvery lycanthrope replies, "It's a dance between two partners, love, and I couldn't have done a single bit of it without you."
The minutes that followed were calm and peaceful; the two adolescent furs snuggling into each other's arms and affectionately rubbing their noses together. However, as the seconds ticked by and the digits displayed on the nearby alarm clock changed, peace and tranquility gave way to an atmosphere of restlessness and anxiety. The thoughts and fears that they'd been pondering from the very moment they woke up, the ones that they'd hoped to stave off and push away through the exhilaration of sex, had returned in full force. Tears formed beneath dry eyes as a Lucario's mad, maniacal laughter filled their ears. Images of coercion, blackmail, and slavery flashed before their eyes and stabbed into them like the barbed stingers of a swarm of wasps.
"Forrest?" Questioned Danni after several more agonizing minutes of ominous silence. "Will we be able to enjoy this kind of intimate privacy in the future? Will Thomas let us have another moment like this?"
"I wish I knew." Choked the canine hoarsely, his voice cracking.
As both boys contemplated that question and stared at the unanswering ceiling, thunder roared outside as a bolt of white lightning split the blackened sky.