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"Well... if you REALLY want the money..."

"Rent is not a want, dammit."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure there's someone's couch you could sleep on for a while."

"No, I mean all my stuff is here. And me. And y'know, it would be a pain to move it all in like three days."

"Three days is plenty."

He was about ready to push Waan out the window.

"Three days is not plenty. To move out, or to earn all that money."

"I'm sure you can figure it out."

"You're such a load of help, Waan."

"Not unlike the load I-"

He slammed the door after pushing Waan out. Waan had one too many shitty ideas today, and, while his humor was usually good... Today wasn't it. The door groaned as he slid down it. The muffled footsteps and groans faded away as his roommate walked off.

"My apartment too! I just can pay my end!"

He shook his head. Waan was right, for once.

"Too bad you're only a co-signer..."

He lit up a spare cigarette. Luckily, it was his last one, and his lungs would be glad for it later. Right now though, he was a coughing, sputtering mess. But, the deep, nicotine-laced breaths calmed them down a bit. It must have been half an hour before it finally sputtered out. His mouth tasted dry, and like old smoke, but at least now he had calmed down a bit. And besides. The floor was getting uncomfortable. This apartment may have been a shithole, but it was HIS shithole. And Waan's, too. He wasn't going to lose it over being late on one month's rent. Three, though... Well. That was a half-truth. He had been late on the last two. This months, he just didn't have. And that was an order of magnitude worse. And his relationship with the landlord wasn't the greatest either.

More so since he was his ex. That had been spicy when he bought the complex.

The bathroom light flickered, but was more than enough to illuminate his disgruntled face. Little lines of dried tears where he'd cried earlier, bit of matted fur where he had gotten in a fight a while ago. Few tufts that were uneven where some fur had gotten torn out in said fight. Ah well. The other guy had it worse. Eyes glanced downward, and that face soon had a smirk on it. Little damned heart had been there when they moved in. But, the little insignia he had put there when Waan moved in... That was all him. Well, not just him.

"WaanXYevelle" Heh.

Yevelle's smirk only grew wider, until it came to a full-body laugh. It was ridiculous. He'd get charged for that too! Supposedly, the heart had been part of the mirror. But considering it was flaking off already, he doubted that very much. An idea came to his mind like a shot of Irish coffee. That club... He fished out his phone from his pocket.

"Calling to make up? Want some make-up s-"

"Shut up Waan. That club you were talking about."

"Yeah. The one on Pine North. What about it?"

"You said there was a third bathroom, for..."

"Things. It's got three stalls, and two showers. And-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But do you think-"

"Oh hell no. Waan does not approve." He could hear the disapproval in the other's voice.

"Whaat? Could earn some quick money. And the glory holes are already there! And we both know-"

"You're loose, but not THAT loose! I hope..."

"As it turns out, being loose for some strangers for some money, is better than cheating on you with my ex." Yevelle sighed.

The line was quiet for a moment, and he could hear Waan breathing on the other end.

"I thought we talked about this. It's not cheating if you need to do it to pay your end of the rent. And I can pull some extra shifts."

"And, in that same discussion, we agreed that it was better on both of us if I paid my half."

"Yeah..."

Another full minute of silence.

"So, I can't see why not. Nothing's contagious anymore, and it could be a chance to pay rent, without letting that asshole, fuck me in the asshole."

"He doesn't like lube anyways."

"Yeah..." Yevelle growled. "Think about it while you're out."

"You don't need my approval. Keeping a roof over our collective heads is better than any alternatives."

"Ugh..."

"Don't have to do it if you don't want to. Think about it. I gotta get going."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you." Waan hung up.

He stared at the phone. The idea seemed ridiculous, and he turned it over and over again. Nothing wrong with it, and Waan wasn't going to get upset. At least not immediately. And, if everything went well, no one would know it had been him, so there'd be no awkwardness afterwards. Still, sex work felt wrong when he had a boyfriend. But... rent wasn't going to get paid otherwise. None of the job apps had responded to his email and application blast. Nor to his alternate account, with more... fluffed skills and stats.

"Welp. May as well get cleaned up. Three days to pay, three days to work it up. Send Waan out to advertise a bit, stretch my muzzle out... ass too." He grinned.

This could be fun. It was all a case of looking at it in the right perspective. The shower was cold, but invigorating. The toy box was filled with all kinds of things for stuffing him full. And, fox or not, full took some doing, and some stretching, and some of the magic that they called lube. And, if nothing else, it would calm him down for a good night's sleep. Especially since he wouldn't be getting it if he was slutting it up in some dirty bathroom stall in an annoying, ritzy-but-still-somehow-run-down club. It had been a warehouse, and the conversion to club came easy. But, it was still a run-down warehouse. And as big as one too. It wasn't until he was fondling up one of the largest toys they owned that he paused for a moment. It was a dragon cock, with a thick knot at the base. Onyx black, and glistening with the lube he had already rubbed onto it. Yevelle smirked. He hadn't even gotten his pants off yet, and already, he was hard enough to be poking down into his pants leg. This was a horrible idea, but he was going to do it anyways.

Of course, even with the lube, he wasn't just going to jam the entire thing in. Unfortunately. His pants came off, and his handpaws were already getting soaked with more lube by the time they hit the floor. Rubbing it into the thick mass of silicone felt strange. If Waan were here, he could pound his ass until it was sore AND loose. As it stood though, he had to do it all himself. Shirt went onto the pants, and right after, so did the boxers. The cold air made Yevelle hiss. Even the smooth fabric was less annoying than the cold breeze blowing against his shaft. It was an angry red, already hard and ready to sink into someplace tight. But, the fox had other plans.

"We'll save that for Waan. But this though..."

It wasn't long before he was grinding his ass up against the lubed dragon toy, while lubing up a smaller, but still quite chunky toy. Another dragon, but this one would at least fit. Some sort of seadragon with ridges and such. Hot. Hotter still if it was attached to a living, breathing creature. Some big, fish-looking critter... With scales, and fins, and a smooth hide. His mind wandered. Yeah. That would be something alright. Some big western dragon waiting his turn while the local seafood stretched his prey out. Sushi dragon lubing him up, stretching him out, and pumping him full...

The rainbow colored toy glistened with the thick, off-white lube he had rubbed onto it. It was practically oozing off. Hotdogging the dragon cock only went so far, even with his balls rubbing up against it, and it rubbing up against his needy hole. Suction cups though! It didn't take long to stick the seadragon to the western dragon. It'd probably leave a suction mark for a while, but eh. Yevelle checked the lube syringe, and plugged in the small plastic hose to the toy. This was going to get messy. Very, very messy.

The smaller toy poked at his ass, lubed tip spreading him open easily. His greed made him take it to the root, pushing his insides apart. A bit of pressure, and more lube seeped into his ass. A warm breath rolled out of his lungs. It felt timeless every time he did this. And before long, his hind brain was taking over. The dragon in his tight ass rubbed against him, and the dragon below him kept the seadragon in place. Yevelle steadied his shuddering breaths, trying to relax. Slow and steady made the fireworks that much bigger.

"Sushi dragon. Think that's what I'll call you." He talked to himself.

Spraying a few more small jets of lube, and twisting, and grinding on top of the seadragon was plenty of stimulation for the moment. His own cock oozed pre onto the bed. It'd join the myriad of stains already there. A dirty towel sopped up the rest as soon as he realized it. Laundry day was tomorrow anyways. Still, he tightened up, remembering the precarious financial situation he was in. A muffled swear rolled out of his muzzle.

"Fuck man. Shoulda got more towels before. Oh well."

He didn't let it distract him any more than it already had. He was lubed, stretching, and ready to go for more. And more was exactly what he'd get, too. He picked his hips up, feeling the ridged cock slowly pull out of him, and then rolled them back onto the silicone dick. And then again, and again, and again, as quickly as he could manage. This one wasn't quite enough to poke him internally, and even the knot didn't take much effort to absorb into him. But, the feeling of it popping in and out was more than enough to spur him on. The bed creaked, and he kept one paw on the syringe, and another on the base. Pop, in, pop, out, and repeatedly as he was stretched tight. Ass got the point eventually, loosening until the knot was just a thicker section of cockflesh that slipped into him effortlessly. Yevelle's tail twitched in anticipation. That was enough of a warmup. He emptied the rest of the lube syringe into him, feeling the warm lube mix with the lukewarm stuff that he sprayed inside of himself.

"Mmmf... seadragon sushi goes well as an appetizer." The knot slowly pulled out of him as he tried to keep the lube inside. "Now what about the big plow?"

Big plow sounded dumb. Yevelle shook his head. Needed a name for that one too. 'Big dragon dick' was too impersonal. Wasn't as hot. Still, the fox shivered as the tip pulled out of him. Already, he was keeping his ass tightly shut so he wouldn't have to relube. Putting the sushidragon to the side wasn't difficult, but taking the larger dragon would be.

"Alright. This is usually something. Hopefully no noise complaints this time?" Looking at his knot slowly forming, he doubted that very much.

The tip was tapered, just like before, but the sheer mass, length, and baseball-sized knot made it the best of all worlds. At least for a slutty, loose fox like Yevelle. It poked at his ass with all the subtlety of a wrecking crew. A deep, shuddering, nervous breath, and he rolled back slowly. One inch... two... It thickened, feeling like an entire swat team was breaching his insides, plowing into him with no mercy. He hit a bump, and gasped, feeling his body almost writhe around the toy. It took all his willpower to not jerk himself off and finish right then and there. Yevelle only just barely managed, too. Each quarter inch took more and more effort, and he could feel himself stretching around the thing. There wasn't any pain, only slick, well-lubed pleasure pushing its way into him. If it were a dragon, he'd have popped a long time ago at the fox-shaped dick condom around its' thick rod. Probably rutted him into the ground, too. That would have been hot as hell.

Maybe even hotter. His throat felt tight, and paradoxically empty. Another of the toys beckoned for him, seemingly. Yevelle smirked as yet another inch pushed into him. Wouldn't be a proper session without both ends... He was gonna be a mess by the end of it. It didn't take long before the canine piece of silicone was being shoved into his throat, fake knot bumping up against his teeth the whole while.

"Mmm..."

It had a cum tube too. Lust, and a dry feeling in his throat gave him plenty to feel, slow, oozing lube pushing into his throat with every thrust. The rest of his body felt on fire, the dragon cock practically making his stomach bulge with its sheer size. And a bump against his ass made Yevelle pause for a moment. Already? Damn his slutty ass! It may have been a foot long, and thick as can be, but already, he'd taken the thing all the way to the base! That meant only one thing... one of his paws rubbed at his lower belly. Yeah. It was all the way in there. And, short of an actual dragon fitting into the club somehow, there was no need for more. But, he wanted more, and more was what his body would get. His legs were already burning, but Yevelle didn't care in the slightest. A quick nip of pain as he tightened up a bit too much, but then a huge flood of pleasure as he dropped back down. Yeah, he'd ride a dragon until he came, and then some. His mind made fantasies for the knot grinding up against his teeth too, thick, slick lube coating his tongue.

Yeah, Waan would totally try to muzzlefuck him, and knot his throat, and-

A roaming paw sent shivers down his spine, and he felt close already. The tightness in his guts from being plugged from both ends, and the waves, no, oceans of pleasure he was drowning in made sure he was aware of it, too. His leg slipped a bit, and bumped into a rubber bulb just as he took the dragon to the hilt again. Right. He had forgotten all about that! His muzzle fell forward onto the bed, and his handpaws had plenty to play with still. One pump. Two. Three. It was bumping up against his ass, and stretching him even wider. Five. Six... He panted, feeling it grind up against him. So close... Another sharp nip of pain, and then he had to let the toy fall out of his muzzle. Lungs burning for air, he gasped, and saw white. Ten. The pressure against his insides was more than enough. So much more than enough. He rolled forward and back on the toy, riding it for all it was worth. Until that magical orgasm hit him like a steam train with thousands of tons of mass behind it.

Ears folded against his head, and he scowled with the sheer intensity of it. Handpaws did their best to prolong it, massaging his own knot, and stroking his rod as he rode it out. It felt like millennia, eons, or perhaps even eternities before the snow in his vision cleared. He was tired as hell, too. He practically flopped onto his side, toy still embedded in his ass.

Yevelle panted. A few snapshots later, and he was sure Waan would be hard at work later. In more ways than one. The toys were a mess, and so was he. But damn if he wasn't satisfied. All the same, he wished his boyfriend were the one filling him. Even if he wasn't as big as a dragon. Or the inflatable knot. His body shuddered as it tightened back up a bit. He could fit a bit more now, easily at that. But, it wouldn't stay like that for long. Thankfully. A loud belch rumbled out of his muzzle. And then a quick chuckle. Maybe the lube wasn't meant to go in that end. He was a mess either way. And damn if it hadn't been hot. Maybe a dragon would show up and... His knot hadn't even gone down yet, and it had yet to soften even a jot. But, a second go was out of the cards for tonight. Freelancing was surprisingly vacant of any opportunity tonight, so it would be best if he got cleaned up, and to bed.

The small handful of too-large toys got the cleaning first, even if he was dripping cum and lube while he stood there. Bit of water here, bit of water there, running some water through them... They didn't take long, and soon, were just as clean as before he'd gone to town with himself on them. A short grin came to his muzzle. That dragon cock was the last to be cleaned. Twelve damn inches. Right to the hilt. They had a bassy thump as he chucked them into the sink to dry slowly while he took his own shower. Almost didn't fit in there, either. His own body fit into the shower easily though. Lithe, short, almost thin, even. Waan towered over him at five foot ten. Damned averages... The shampoo felt good as it lifted the stains, smells, and dirt from his fur. And none too soon too, it was starting to dry and stick.

It might have been a full hour in the shower as he sorted through the plan over and over in his head. Some flyers? Nah. That'd be too slutty. Too many people. Small signs? Hmm. Calls to people he knew? Nah. That'd be too obvious. Yevelle eventually settled on having Waan call a few people, and having them advertise. In exchange for a favor or two, or just a cut of the proceeds. Was he really- Of course he was. It was better than letting his ex fuck him, at the very least. And the look on his muzzle when he had rent on time for once... That would be worth any amount of soreness underneath his tail. Maybe even a sore, croaking throat too. A growl rumbled out of his chest.

"And here's two grand! Shut up about rent for the year!"

"Pow!"

"And then I'd just chunk it all down on the table."

Yevelle talked to himself as he dried off.

"B-but how'd you get all this? Selling dru-"

"And then I'd slam the door after taking a video of handing it over to him!"

Another short chuckle as he fondled the toys through a towel. Yeah. That would be quite the scene. He'd probably just meekly toss down whatever he was late on, and then the next two months. He wouldn't give all of it to that bastard. Or let him know that he had it. That was just inviting trouble. Especially if he found out that he whored himself out for it. He had contacts. But, Yevelle was only loyal to one guy, and that one guy he might have shoved out of the apartment to get him to work. But, only him regardless. The bed was comfy after he shoved the used towels onto the floor. They could be chucked in the laundry later. Or Waan could do that when he got back from work. Meh. Either way... It was warm, and comfortable underneath the covers. Sleep happened quickly. But Waan forgot his keys.

It had been a long shift. Really long. But profitable! Thirty a day was piss for wages, but it kept food in their bellies, and a roof over their heads. Waan grumbled as he checked in with the receptionist. It was late. Six hours felt like an eternity when he was only supposed to be there for three. Still, he had made it in this time! That was more than he could say most times. The stairs groaned underneath his weight, and his fur itched, and his pawpads were sore, and- His pocket was empty. God damn it. Yevelle would just have to let him in. Cell phone was almost dead- No, it was dead. Just as he pulled it out. His ear twitched at a sound down the hallway. Oh well.

He knocked loudly, and Yevelle yelped. They were always so cute.

"Coming!"

"Don't do it on the carpet!" Waan yelled back through the door.

More commotion inside, and then the locks all got undone quickly. All three of them. If nothing else, this place was secure. Yevelle was in a barely-decent night robe, and pulled him in quickly. The rest of the locks got put back in place. The tail poked through the gown, but under it was a-

"Were you really toying yourself again?"

"Yes." Yevelle shrugged.

"Just don't get anything on the carpet..."

"Good joke. Ass clamped down on it, and now I've gotta start all over again."

Maybe his old bones could do a bit more...

"How about you start over with me?" Waan sidled up behind Yevelle, leaning on the door, and putting his other handpaw on his hip.

"Grr..."

"C'mon. I know you can't turn me down."

He was right, too. Yevelle couldn't resist his muzzle, either. Waan didn't expect his enthusiasm either, nearly bowling him over. His fox was desperate for a kiss, and whined loudly into his shirt. It was cute, and Waan couldn't get enough of it, either. Ruffling Yevelle's headfur, he hugged them close.

"Miss me that much?"

"Yeah."

They were quick to take it to the bedroom, where Yevelle had already gone through nearly all of the toys at least once. Nudging them to the side, and laying yet another pair of towels down made barely enough room. And no sooner than he had put the towel out, the fox was already pushing him down onto the bed. For such a small guy, he was strong. He went along with it anyways. The covers were soft to his fur, and soon, Yevelle was practically tearing off the robe. Waan cocked his head.

"The dragon again? Thought we got that for me?"

"It might be easy for you, but for me..."

"Yeah, yeah."

Of course, he couldn't resist his fox, either.

"Gently?"

"Nah. Fuck th-"

Well. He asked for it. The hunk of silicone was very well-lubed, and slipped out with a loud pop. Yevelle's muzzle was buried in his chestfur before even a moment had passed. Waan was about to ask, but his foxes' handpaws undoing his fly told him all he needed to know. His own handpaws were undoing his belt, and work shirt, quickly at that.

"Bold little fella."

"Big asshole."

"I mean, considering I'm usually the one spreading my ass on that one? Yeah."

"Shaddap."

Feeling Yevelle fit onto him so perfectly made him loathe to squirm out from underneath his lover. It only took a moment to shuck his clothes off, boxers and pants included. Even if he was small, he was warm, and after the nippy evening outside... It felt nice just sharing their warmth together on the bed, naked. Their libidos had other things to say about that, though, and it wasn't long before four paws were roaming each other's bodies.

"How the hell do you stay so thin?"

"Diet of wolf jizz. How do you stay so trim and muscled?"

"Uh... Working?"

He could see the fox roll his eyes.

"Mount me already."

"You're on top."

"You know what I mean!"

His thick sheath had filled out with the fox grinding against him. Hotdogging him, teasing the wolf, and doing as much as he could to get him in the mood. Or at least, his lower bits. One of the bulbs blew, and he could FEEL Yevelle tighten back up, even if his rod was just sliding between his toned asscheeks. Paws found a grip on his hips, and massaged them. The fox held him close, and they whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears.

"Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it. Just try to relax?"

"Lube will make that easy."

Waan could hear the smirk on Yevelle's muzzle. And his handpaws spread his lovers cheeks. They cooperated, moving only as well-acquainted lovers do. A bit more lube, and everything was ready to go. Waan squirmed at the cold feeling on his cock. Not even the warmth from his foxes butt fluff was enough to warm him back up. It ran up his spine, making the room feel even colder. It felt so much better, and smoother when lube was involved, though. He was willing to put up with it. Those thoughts were evicted as his tip was poking into the fox. It felt like agonizing hours as he slowly dropped onto his lap. The lust-filled look on his muzzle was more than enough of a reward. Even if he didn't get to cum, it would have been worth it. Pleasing Yevelle was high up on his list of priorities, and it wasn't long before his own muzzle was echoing the sentiment.

"Ready to get going?"

"Fuck yes!"

"If you say so."

Yevelle's paw shut his muzzle for him.

It didn't take long for his fox to loosen the grip on his muzzle. More or less, after Waan sheathed himself inside of that cozy ass of his. He didn't waste any time getting to work. His day job had left him fatigued, but he could muster up enough energy for a quickie, at least. They could shower later. Before... Before Yevelle decided to suck enough dicks that he could suck a ship through a pin-sized hole. The thought brought a smirk to his muzzle, and just as quickly, it was banished as his fox got to moving. His handpaws massaged their hips, encouraging him to milk his lover's balls dry. The fox couldn't wait, seemingly.

He adjusted, the cold air in the room pulling the two of them closer for warmth. Their fur became indistinguishable, mashing against both of them. The tightness around his cock was plenty, like it was designed for him. Even if it had been stretched wide by a too-large dragon cock just moments ago. Damn near elastic. He was quiet, and the other noises in the room were Yevelle's cute little yips, and the noise of flesh sliding into flesh. Wet, messy 'plaps' as his hips fell into Waan's lap, too. It felt like an eternity, and then another. Neither of them were in a particular hurry, but the wolf would only last so long. The fox was content with that, rolling his hips onto his lover with practiced ease. His own cock ground up against the wolf's belly, before his paw encircled it. Waan panted, already feeling close.

"Try to not get it in my eyes this time?"

"You know I'm gonna aim for your muzzle anyway."

"Bastard."

"Whore."

"You're the fox, here."

"And you're the one that took this damn thing to the hilt the day you got it!" Yevelle grabbed the silicone toy without missing a beat, shaking it in front of Waan's muzzle.

"Wasn't hard." A gentle knock on the nose made him yip. "Ow!"

"Braggart."

"Gonna knot you."

"Do it then!"

"Payback's a bitch!"

"And you're a-"

He grabbed hold of Yevelle's muzzle, shutting it with one paw. They twisted, and it wasn't but a moment before the fox was on the bottom. Waan hadn't missed a beat, burying his length even further into his lover. A half-hearted slap with the dildo, then it rolled down his back. A smirk rolled onto his muzzle, and a whine echoed out from underneath his paw.

"Ass."

"I know."

His knot was grinding up against Yevelle, eager to find its home. At least he'd get to claim it before he played the prostitute for a while. It didn't bother him. But it did, at the same time. Some primal part of his jealous brain, at least. And even then, was it jealousy of getting to suck that many cocks? Or was it something else? He shook his head, practically shaking the thoughts out of his mind. One thrust, then two, then three. Both of them growled as the lube only did so much. A particularly forceful thrust popped the knot into Yevelle, locking the two together tightly. He couldn't move an inch, and it felt like the fox couldn't take an inch more, either. The silky warmth caressing his cock made him give up. That was long enough. The rock-hard cock rubbing against his belly said as much, too. Yevelle moaned, letting his pleasure be known loudly.

Of course, the fox still came first, making a mess of his chest fur. He wouldn't get the chance to spurt cum into his eyes. He'd try again later, though. Waan grit his teeth, instinct demanding he shove his knot even further in. Fighting it was no easy task, and it felt like a dam broke when his orgasm rolled over him. The wolf shuddered, the chill in the room taking on a bitter edge. It sent tingles up his spine, and a warmth across his thighs. He felt his cock fill the fox with a seemingly endless load of cum, the warm insides around him milking it for all it was worth. Still, it was all kept locked safely inside his mate by the knot. Yevelle leg locked him, pulling him closer.

"Cuddles?"

"Cuddles. And a nap besides."

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you too."

"Tomorrow?"

He didn't get an answer. They'd be a mess, but, he could clean both of them up later. Club wouldn't be open until tomorrow evening anyways. Whatever. His phone vibrated, probably his bank notifying him that his paycheck went through. It only added to the warmth in his gut, and smile on his muzzle. The covers would get washed later. He pulled them over the two, and it wasn't long before he joined the fox in deep sleep. Even if his knot was still buried in the poor bastard.

"So that's done then?"

"As done as it'll get."

"And it's still there?"

"It's a hole, Yevelle. It's not gonna go anywhere."

The wind was cold, biting even. The two of them had nearly seven layers between them, and the outside world. And still it felt too cold. At least the inside of the club was warmer. Relatively, a balmy 20C being so much better than the hellish -5C outside. It took a while for the two to warm up, but they weren't the only ones. The thumping music reverberated through the floor before it even hit their eardrums. It was loud, and overbearing. Not Yevelle's thing at all, and Waan could see it on his muzzle.

"People listen to this?" He signed.

Waan could only shrug in response. And motion for the two of them to creep closer to the industrial heater. Luckily, they were the only two in this entranceway. Nanites were great at protecting their hearing, but it was still insanely loud. At least they wouldn't get tinnitus. The pair's fur was cold, all the way down to their hide. But it didn't take long for the heater to kick hot air through their clothes, and for it to seep into their bones. They were here, and it wouldn't be long before- Yevelle was already making obscene gestures with his paws. It would be more money, sure, but...

"It'll be fine. Fun."

"Hun, you do what you need to. I'm gonna go socialize. Alright?"

"Yeah!"

The fox looked positively happy at the news. Waan crept into the club, already spreading little hints and rumors that someone might be occupying the glory hole stall soon. Cute, but not at all subtle.

It was a surprise when something more his style came on. Heavy metal riffs pulsed through the club. Some patrons enjoyed it, Yevelle included. He didn't care to note the ones that didn't. The drums, guitar, and bass made him swish his tail. Well, once he had feeling in it again. That didn't take long with the heater pointed at his ass. Soon, he wouldn't need a machine to warm it up. A few others crept past him, bringing a cold gust with them until they shut the door. The wind outside picked up, howling through the streets. Damn, he was glad he wasn't outside now.

"Weather is getting worse. Might just stay the night!" Yevelle chuckled at his own joke. He'd be here all night anyway.

The room was exactly as dingy as he remembered it. Maybe even more so. Fluorescent lighting was the only thing illuminating the room, and even then, it had a slight hum, and flickered every now and then. An ultraviolet bar had been taped to the side of the safety cage, and an extension cord powered it. A few folks had already taken to painting the walls. And not with their hands, either. It smelled in here. The fox propped the door shut, if only for the moment. He'd need a few moments to set it all up. Luckily, no one interrupted him. Well, no one but Waan, bringing the rest of the garbage they'd need.

Peck. Peckpeckpeck. Pe- He didn't have a chance to finish the knock before Yevelle was pulling the door open.

"I'm sure you noticed."

"Of course I did!"

"That old CD came in handy after all. DJ said he couldn't find it at all."

"Not a surprise considering how old it is. I'm sure he ripped it."

"Yeah. Ready to go?"

"Does this look ready to go, to you?"

"No."

"Alright then. Get that chair underneath the handle. Gonna need another five, even with your handpaws."

"Maybe longer..."

Waan was handsy, always taking the chance to grope his fox, every time it presented itself. Granted, Yevelle wasn't exactly innocent, either. They teased each other as they set things up. Still didn't take as long as he thought it would. The holes were rough, so they taped them up, and widened them a bit with a chisel. A pair of nails, wrenched out of one of the walls, held up a bucket filled with condoms they'd... acquired from elsewhere. And then a sharpie, and a mailbox did the rest. It looked every bit as improvised as it was.

"That's that."

"Lock."

"Oh. Yeah. But if someone-"

"I know. That's like, an unwritten rule though. No one peeks underneath a stall."

"It wouldn't matter too much anyway. No one will recognize an ass or a muzzle."

"I dunno, you recognize mine pretty well!"

"'cause it's the only one I get!"

Yevelle slid the bolt shut, and got acquainted with the stall he'd be in for at least the next twelve hours. Shit. He hadn't even checked to see if the shower worked.

Luckily, Waan had the same idea. Soft steps faded away, until he heard a shower slowly dribble to life. And then another. The wolf mumbled something he couldn't hear, but, at least those worked. For now, anyway. The bathroom door swung open, quickly making the hole in the wall at handle-height a bit bigger. The drywall pile on that wall was only gonna get bigger if everyone did that. A loud belch as they did their business, and then washed their handpaws. Then they left. Yevelle let the breath he didn't know he was holding out. He must not have been interested. Knock, knock knock.

"Relax. Just relax."

"Yeah..."

"I'm gonna go mix and have a time. Come check in an hour, alright?"

"I'm sure I'll be busy!" The fox couldn't help but put a smile on his muzzle.

"Maybe. We'll see."

Well. That wasn't quite a note of confidence. More of a resigned sigh, in word form. Oh well. He'd just have to get to it whenever someone walked in. His phone made for good-enough entertainment while he waited. There'd be no worrying about charging it, either. For some damn reason, there was an outlet a good three feet above the toilet. Maybe it was out of the range of any unfortunate splashes, but still. It was an odd place for an outlet. But one long cable, and a wall adapter later, Yevelle didn't have to ever worry about the phone running dead. The door creaked open. This time it didn't slam into the wall. He peered through the hole carefully, and wrapped his fingers around it.

"Huh?"

He only caught a glimpse of scales and fur before he lost his nerve, and pulled his muzzle back. A short chuckle from the other side of the thin wall made his fur stand up. A bit of noise as the other person checked the various bits they had affixed to the stall's wall. The mailbox creaked open, harsh and grating on Yevelle's ears. An unzipping noise, and then the sound of coins falling into the box. The fox had to bite back a growl.

"So what does this get me?"

He didn't hesitate to flip them off, sticking his paw through and making the gesture very clear. He heard the noise of a few bills being counted, and then the mailbox closed. As quickly as he flipped them off, he gave them a thumbs up. Another unzipping noise. That was much more like it. As low-tech as this whole arrangement was, it worked. It wasn't long before he heard the telltale sound of jeans being lowered, and a waistband being pulled down. Patience was not his strong suit, and his tail whipped against the stalls far wall in eager anticipation.

Ooh. He mouthed the word silently. Lovely, thick, yet tapered dragon cock pushed into the hole. Not a bad start. And the tell-tale bulge where a knot would form. Hmm. Estimation wasn't his strong suit. Oh well. The person on the other side would have to wait, or simply not knot the hole. Not his problem anyways. His muzzle was already drooling, and he had to catch himself. Damn, he was a real cock fiend sometimes. Still, handpaws were massaging the cock to full hardness before he had even actively thought about it. Instinct, habit, and enjoyable little gasps from the other side made things go smoothly. Short little strokes kept the other satisfied for the moment. But, he was feeling generous, and even if they tried to pay Yevelle in coins... that cock looked appetizing.

His own cock pressed against his pants as he teased the rod with his tongue. The short little ridges were spaced just far enough apart that he could run his tongue between them. It twitched, already rewarding him with a bit of his favorite substance in the world. Well, other than silicone and booze. Kissing the tip, he sucked the mess up gently. Salty, and watery. He must have gotten off recently. Regardless, Yevelle wasn't one to judge. Much. Some more teasing, and the door swung open again. A short little 'huh?' gave him a smirk. Or rather, would have, if his muzzle wasn't busy teasing a dick. The dragon on the other side tensed up, and the look on his face must have been tense, to say the least. The fox distracted him anyway. Should have used the other stall if he wanted to be private about it. Footsteps shuffled as the other took a look at all the miscellany. Fluffy legs that ended in casual paw sneakers caught his eye. Probably a wolf. Another one, like Waan. Or maybe a snow leopard. Or a panther. Something in that category. A bit of hemming and hawing annoyed him. And, no doubt the dragon on the other side.

"Hurry up so I can take a look."

"It'ss- likeatwenty fortheotherend."

"Twenty?"

"Yeah."

They both had very masculine voices, but with Yevelle working the dragons cock, he couldn't finish a full sentence without gasping, moaning, or vomiting word salad. A chunkier sound hit the mailbox, and it closed again. That sounded vaguely like a credit chip. Hopefully, they'd have enough on it to cover the fee. Annoying to check, either way. Would have to- The other stall opening made him come back to reality. His muzzle was full with cock, the dragon pushing into it easily. Shit. He tapped twice on the wall. Hopefully they'd wait a moment. His jeans fought with him all the way down, and then some. He shucked them into a pile. His shirt came off easier, but meant he had to take a moment without that lovely dick in his muzzle.

With the pants off, and out of the way, it was a simple matter to lube up his forepaw. It was time to get down to business. Luckily, the stall was small enough that he didn't need to move too much. Damned stuff was half-frozen though, and a single exploratory finger made him shiver. It took a few moments longer than he was comfortable with. And so, he shared the discomfort. One paw guided the cock into him, and he heard them shiver.

"Damn that's cold. Real ass of steel, huh?"

Yevelle rolled his eyes. Luckily, he could feel the rubber already spread on the rod. They knew the rules. Still, he was eager to please, and rolled himself back onto the somewhat thick cock. With the condom in the way, it was somewhat less pleasurable. But, that was life. Was still a great fuck thus far anyway, with it pushing up and into his hips. His tail pushed up against the wall, pinched between his hips, and the faux-metal wall. Was a canine. That much he could tell. Knotted, naughty boys, the both of them. It probably wasn't anyone he knew. Probably.

The dragon ground himself up against the wall, heavy breathing audible even through the wall. He was close, and Yevelle was keen on finishing him off. Still, a forepaw kept his knot outside his muzzle, and definitely outside the glory hole. An occupied hole was a hole no one else could fill anyways. Still, it sounded like he was about to have a damn heart attack. Thick strands of pre ran down his chin, and it wasn't long before it was followed by the real thick stuff. Thick jizz filled his muzzle, and he swallowed. His father didn't raise a bitch. Well, at least not that kind of bitch. This though, this he enjoyed a lot. Even if Waan didn't quite see eye-to-muzzle on that. Still, he drained the dragon dry, and dutifully cleaned the cock with his tongue. Didn't even let go until it was spotless. The box opened again, and a few more bills shuffled inside. He pushed himself back onto the cock in his ass, and saw stars for a moment. His prostate was so full, and needy... It wasn't going to empty itself, either. And besides, an orgasm was pleasurable on both ends. Yevelle barely heard the dragon mutter a quiet 'thanksbye' before the door shut. Muzzle already sticky, he was half hoping someone else would walk in immediately.

Still, he didn't forget his other customer. Nor did they forget about the ass around their cock, either. He built up a quick, brisk pace. He was looking for a quickie, and the fox was going to oblige. The two of them shook the stall, and made the thumping music outside seem quiet in comparison. Still, he bit back his own pleasured moans. Those were for Waan, and Waan only. As pleasurable as it was, the canine came first, and far before Yevelle had even thought about having an orgasm. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be getting a creampie inside him, but the safety of it all was a kink all its own. He shuddered, feeling the rod pulse inside him, and stroke his insides one or two more times, before they yanked it free. The door opened.

"Not bad... Worth it." As quickly as he arrived, he left.

And once again, he was busy waiting. Only now, he was busy waiting with a lubed ass, and a sticky muzzle. Annoying, but tolerable for now. His tongue idly licked around his mouth. The dragon didn't taste half bad. A flush startled him for a moment. Right. The other one. Blowdryer cut on, and silenced any noise the other one might have made. A short pecking rattled him for a moment. It came from the other side of the wall, right where he had put the signage. Another pecking sound. Was that a raptor claw? He peeked quickly, clothes feeling far too noisy as he nudged them to the side for a moment. Blue, fuzzy feathers, and the tell-tale sickle raptor claw. It must have been cold out for them. The box opened.

"Earning a bit already, huh? Why don't we add to that a bit..."

A few bills into the box.

"If you don't mind, I'm gonna uh... send this to a few people. Just flip me off or something or growl if you don't want that..."

Yevelle thought it over, and heard the smartphone camera noises. And then noise from texting. Ah well. How many friends could he bring anyways? He was getting impatient, and pecked his own claws on the outside of the hole. A sigh, and then an unzipping noise. Excellent. Another cock to fill his muzzle with! He got right to work, already eager to make the raptor empty his load in his stomach. No time was wasted, and he took the tapered, almost smooth tool to the root. And then he practically pulled the raptor flush with the wall, with his muzzle alone. A surprised keening squawk gave him a thrill. Even the glory hole whore can be demanding. His fingers traced idle little patterns and circles in the short fur in his groin. No balls to play with, but that was fine. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off a bit. Habit took him far, and it wasn't long before the raptor was lowly growling, egging him on. Of course, he didn't quite have the stamina to keep up, either. The lights flickered as the heating came on. The warm air blowing down from the ceiling, and across his rod was a bit much. Yevelle shuddered, reminded of his own cock. The raptor let him go at his own pace, breathing heavily, but not complaining a jot. Cloth sliding against cloth as he pulled out his wallet again. He must have emptied it out, as a few coins fell in.

"All I've got. About to go off as well..."

He was, too. It took maybe a minute more before he was feeling the cockflesh in his muzzle pulse, and then throw seed into his throat. His orgasm was forceful, spewing seed into his throat, and smearing it all over the inside of his muzzle. The raptor wasn't keen on hanging around, or letting the fox clean him off, either. As quickly as he was done, he was already zipping back up. Ah well. He sounded kinda cute.

The mixed tastes on his tongue assaulted his taste buds. With the most recent addition, he had to rinse out his muzzle with some water. That was what, three? Four? The door swung open, and the knocking on the wall as he walked meant it could only be one person.

"Waan?"

"Yeah. Got a picture out now, you know."

"Airdropped?"

"mm-hmm. Bluetooth and wifi." He was washing his paws. "Any trouble?"

"I should ask you the same, considering you're washing your paws."

"Nah. Just a bit messy. Ended up going backstage and the stage crew needed some assistance setting some stuff up last-minute. That damn dust is everywhere."

'Figures. Check the box?"

"Eh, sure. How many?"

"Twenty!"

"Six."

"Okay, maybe it was four."

"Hmph. Huh. Well, it looks like they all paid well, at least." The mailbox groaned open, and he fished the money out.

"Well, how much is it?"

"About a hundred. Maybe two."

"Already?"

"The credit chip is a bit of a thiing. I can't tell how much is on it, but it has a number, and a... twenty and a question mark."

"Let's hope."

"Yeah. Will have to check it later."

"Sock it in the backpack, and from there, I gotta-"

"Yeah, yeah."

It didn't take long, and he was just about to speak again when Waan was pushing the pack back underneath the stall. The door opened, and a pair of footsteps pecked the tiled floor. Luckily, they didn't mind the other two in the room. Yevelle didn't need to see it, but he could tell the wolf was grimacing from the heavy, cloying scent of booze. Fortunately, all the fox could smell is the scent of the last four or so people that had buried themselves into him. Still, he caught whiffs of it.

"Gotta go. Back later."

And that was that. Waan had taken the credit chip with him, probably to check it at the bar. But the money and coins still felt nice in his paws. They had a weight to them, despite being paper. Paradoxically, the coins felt lighter than the bills, somehow. Probably a new-run from one of those provinces that liked physical currency. Looked shiny too, so that lent credence to that- The other stall door slammed shut. Yevelle jumped a bit. Luckily, it was only the person from earlier doing their business. Still, he slid a bit of paper over the hole, and taped it there for the moment. No pay, no glory from the glory hole. That was how it worked. The other didn't notice it a jot. Must have been blasted out of his mind.

The restroom itself had plenty of business, but it felt like a slow night for him specifically. His alarm went off before anyone else bothered checking out the signage. Just two hours left. Hell, he was even starting to get hungry, and a liquid meal wasn't gonna do. He shifted his paws as he ignored the boner in his pants. He hadn't cum yet, either. Unfortunately. Waan was probably getting more action than he was, frankly. And that was saying something. He smirked. His wolf wasn't gonna cheat any more than he was. Less, even. Waan had eyes for only one fox, though there'd be no lack of trying from others. Still, he didn't mind his fox picking up some side hobbies for money. And that was a blessing right now. But, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. A few texts came in all at once, and it only took a moment more for some more to arrive. Both texts, and people. These seemed a lot more interested in him, than the toilets though.

"This it?"

"Yeah." It was that guy with the camera phone.

"Picture didn't lie. Here's the tenner."

"Nah. Just doing you a favor. Put it in the box and get you something more worthwhile than a tip from a bro."

"Thanks man."

"Maybe now you won't be so awkward around Charlene, huh?"

There were three laughs.

"Maybe. Which one you want Jacken?"

"Whichever you don't."

Yevelle tuned them out. Probably some frat kids in the wrong section of town. They didn't smell of booze, at least. But, from what snippets he heard, he suspected at least one of them was going to be easy to please. They waited a moment.

"H-hello?"

"They don't talk. Part of the thing." The third one sounded gruff, and just about tired of life.

"Right." The door slid shut in the other stall. "I didn't..."

"Just unzip, and stick it in."

Yevelle growled quietly. Good thing he didn't put all the condoms in the box. Tearing it open with his teeth, it only took a moment to prep it. Not a moment too late, either. The cock poking through the wall looked a lot more vicious than he was expecting. Ridges, bumps, and barbs. Huh. Probably some kind of hybrid. Uncommon, and more exotic than he was expecting. And that was going in his ass! He smirked, stretching the condom, and putting it in his muzzle. Kid was about to see a neat trick.

"This ain't... ah!"

Yevelle unrolled it with his muzzle, right onto that exotic rod. He picked it up from Waan a while ago, and as rarely as he used his muzzle, that was one thing that stuck. And took a lot of practice, too. It wasn't long before his nose was buried in some thick fur. The scent was heady, and stuck with him even after the cock pulled out of his throat. More lube, and then he was ready to go again. His partner was as slow as he sounded, only just now unzipping his pants. Plenty of time... A single exploratory lick made him regret the strange cock wasn't going to blow its load down his throat. The fox shifted around. He was going to get what he paid for. The hybrid shuddered, knees knocking against the wall.

"It won't hurt, right?"

"Shut up, kid. Enjoy it."

"A-alright." He sounded like an adult, but he didn't have the slightest iota of spine. Maybe a recruit at that one military academy just outside of town... The other cock was a lot more normal-looking. A thick, black canine rod. Now that was something he wanted inside him. If only they swapped positions!

He didn't waste any time going down on the canine, though. There would be plenty of chances later. And besides, he only had eyes for one particular wolf tonight. But this dog would do for now. And he'd do excellently for filling his throat, at that. Yevelle almost gagged at the sheer size of him, and just imagining that in his ass made spine shiver with lust. His own rod leaked pre, but he ignored it. He was here to work, and if he got off, that was all the better. Still, he massaged the cock in his muzzle with his tongue, and handpaw. The hybrid was stock-still, and not hard to find with his other paw. He guided the wimpy recruit towards his ass. As every eager young buck is keen to do, he jerked forward the moment he felt flesh.

Yevelle growled, the sting fading quickly, but no less annoying. One of the ridges popped into him, and he practically forgot the slight roughness. A barb, coated in the condom, rubbed against his insides, driving him mad with lust. It wasn't long before he was pushing back onto it. Whatever he was, it was built to fuck him, or make him ride that cock until he blew. Hell, he might just from it plugging him alone. Still, while it was, and felt, exotic, the thick canine dick in his muzzle gave it a run for his money. Thick pre oozed down his throat, quickly being swallowed down his gullet. It all felt so right, feeling the rod in his ass keep him just on the edge of an orgasm, and the rod in his muzzle stretching his throat. Yevelle's chest shuddered, feeling his body try its' best to orgasm. Being kept tantalizingly on the edge made it that much more difficult to work his own magic.

The hybrid plowed him, back and forth, and it was a messy affair. The rod inside him pulled the lube out, and it coated the ridges, and between them as well, before plowing back into him. The condom didn't reduce the stimulation by much at all, and it wasn't long before his ass was milking him for all he was worth. The fox closed his eyes, imagining the recruit was his big, sexy, hunk of a wolf Waan... And that was all it took, too. Yevelle jerked his cock, and rode the rod in his ass, all the while nursing on the dick in his muzzle. It was a messy, noisy orgasm, but he couldn't care a jot less. Even touching his own cock was electrifying, too stimulation to do anything more than the lightest touch. Still, he wrapped his handpaw around it, and massaged his cockflesh. It was a short, intense, and beautiful orgasm. Though that wasn't what the janitors were going to be saying later. His cumshot shot up the stall divider, and almost reached the top. The hybrid shuddered, and it felt like the stall was going to come down, he was rattling it so loudly with the sounds of his cock reaming Yevelle's ass.

"Let 'em have it. Y'know you want to."

"But they-"

"Doesn't matter!" The other barked.

Yevelle rode out his own orgasm, and made sure to keep at them. He could tell the hybrid was close, and the gruff canine wasn't far behind. Still, he had his own vendettas to fulfill. Vacuuming up the thick dogcock, he did his best to make sure he blew first. He didn't make it easy, though, gently fucking his muzzle through the glory hole. Still, the fox did his best. It was a battle of wills, but the fox didn't have to worry about blowing his own load. The hybrid shuddered, shivering enough that Yevelle could feel it. It was time to play dirty.

He squeezed the knot through the glory hole, and the effect was immediate.

"Hrrf..." Bingo.

A quick squeeze wouldn't leave him with an annoying knot for a quarter hour, but anything more would. But it did bring him over the edge. And seemingly, removed any of the limits he had, as he roughly fucked Yevelle's muzzle. Still, it gave the fox deep satisfaction knowing the young buck would have a story to tell back at the-

"S-sarge!"

"Shut the hell up. You tell an-" Yevelle milked him for all he was worth, shutting his muzzle as tightly as a muzzle restraint.

The hybrid didn't last long after "Sarge" popped his load. Even as the last few thick jets of seed were coating his belly, the hybrid slammed home as deeply as the glory hole would allow, and emptied his soul out into the fox. Yevelle could have sworn he heard everything from a gasp, a moan, a choked cough, and maybe a short sob besides. They were definitely tears of joy though, and he could feel the bulging condom fill to capacity, and then some.

"S-so good..." Even his voice shuddered. Though, now, at least it was an octave lower.

"This was a good one. I'm gonna tip them a bit more. You should do the same."

"Y-yeah. Just lemme..."

The cock popped out of his ass easily, and the noise of clothes being fumbled with didn't take long. As awkward as the whole thing was, it felt good. Though why, he didn't quite know. Eh. Whatever. The sound of the box opening, and a few more bills though... that he definitely knew was an excellent thing. Bills could be paid off, and countless other things too. Just having money was nice. They left quietly, and the "Sarge" left a taste on his muzzle that wasn't half bad, either.

The alarm went off just as he finished wiping his muzzle off. The last two paid a bit. Well enough, as far as his ears could tell. Still, Waan would be in any minute now. And then he could clean up, and head home. It was going to be frigid tonight, but if they paid anywhere near as well as the others, then rent would be paid for a while. Even Waan would have to be impressed. That tell-tale knock happened quickly. The wolf was panting, and more than a bit tired-sounding.

"You alright?"

"More than alright. Got me some."

"Tail? Money?"

"Bit of both, to tell you the truth."

"Well, spill the beans!"

"Girls ain't my thing, but when four pull you into a back room, and shove like a hundred into your hands..."

"Pretty much the same as me, heh." Yevelle afforded himself a small chuckle.

"Not quite! I wish. Feel bad about it. Can I... see my fox?"

"Why wouldn't you be able to?" His ears wilted. "Did you like it?"

"Yes..." He was standing on the other side of the door.

"Then there's no issue! Condoms?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you acting like a whipped pup? Move a bit so I can give you a hug."

"What? Oh."

For now, he forgot his clothes. Still, Waan felt too warm against his fur. Must have kept him going for a while. He looked, smelled, and sounded tired. Still, he returned the hug, even if Yevelle could feel his arms tiring from the effort. Living together was like that. But, he wasn't keen on torturing him about it. The shower was as good a place as any other.

"Quit moping." He put some steel into his voice.

"Wuh?"

"You got some tail, and so did I. And money. And I still love you, and only you. Even if some others are cute... and hot..."

"I know. It's just that I love you best. Not them."

"Get in the shower. Make sure it's warm. Get the smell of bitch off of you."

"That's-"

"Me, I know."

"Ugh." Now that sounded more like the Waan he knew.

It only took a short while to get himself cleaned up, and Yevelle followed right behind him. The haul was good. With Waan's exploits, and his own, they'd have plenty for the next four months, at least. Well. Rent. Not quite anything else. Hmm... The two were leaving, but a thought came to Yevelle. In the waiting room, he pulled his wolf to the side, practically cooking his tail with the heater.

"Isn't there that place on the way back that checks chits?"

"Yeah. Want to?"

"Of course!"

Truth be told, it wasn't quite as on the way back as he would have liked. The blizzard outside was harsh, and even the four layers and winter fur coat on his hide didn't do a lot to warm either of them up. His handpaws were freezing when he reached for the door. The store was open, at least. It was a quaint little shop, more for odds and ends, but Waan knew it as a trusted source to check chips. Yevelle though, had never bothered to visit this particular hole in the wall. An elderly skunk was quick to do his job, waving for the chip, and then shoving it into a machine. Of course, even his eyes widened when he read the message encrypted into it. Clearing his throat, he printed it out, and paid them a slight bit less than it was worth. The whole process took maybe five minutes, and Waan was quick to get the two of them moving again.

"How much?" He nagged Waan the whole way home, but the smirk on his wolf's face told him all he needed to know.

"A lot."

"How much?" The door was swinging open to their apartment.

"Two hundred more."

"So that means..."

"Six months. Or three and expenses."

That was good. Real good. So good, that Yevelle almost dragged Waan home. And, as spent as he was, he wanted to give his boyfriend a real show. They were already shucking their winter clothes off at the door, and his wolf headed towards the bedroom. The fox slinked into the bathroom instead, though. Now where were those cute lingerie...

A bit of fiddling with the clothes, and he was ready. He carefully tip-toed into the bedroom. Wait a damn minute. The rise and fall of Waan's chest told him all he needed to know. A hand on his hips, he sighed, and shook his head. Ah well. There was always later. After all, it had been a long day for both of them. Still, just being close to his lover put a warmth in his heart all the dicks in the world couldn't come close to. That wolf was his. And likewise, Yevelle was that wolf's. The covers were stained from the other day, but that didn't matter much. Cold footpaws made him sidle up into Waan's back. He buried his muzzle into still-damp fur. There was no one else he'd rather be with.

And he was sure it went both ways, too. Sleep would come easily, and sex could wait. But when he woke up... Waan was going to be walking funny for a while. And not because he'd been the bottom, either!

-Fin?

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