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Friends in Need

A Story by Cykrus

"Ah, so this is the new place. It looks nice." The large wolf's voice reverberates through the yard as he carefully gets off the back of the flatbed truck that had carried him here. That vehicle is almost as long as the one carrying your stuff. "Let me see what I'm working with here, if you don't mind."

Cykrus stretches out as he disembarks, taking in the simple layout of your new place and its surrounding yard. The black and white wolf stands at a height that's taller than the house's roof. The first floor only came up to his hefty gut and you can clearly see his head and shoulders over the second floor as his paces bring him behind the building. Your plot is a reasonable size, and there's enough space around it to give Cy room to move without wrecking your home or the fence. Gravel decorative beds and empty planters filled with dirt flank either side of the house. The backyard has a small lawn in the center, a deck near the house, and a shrubbery arrangement ringing the yard around the fence. The ring of shrubs is broken by a thin flagstone patio with an old above ground pool near the center of the back fence. Both the lawn and the pool will need to be ripped up during renovations. The lawn is splotchy and the pool liner is faded and stained. Maybe Cy can tear that all up before he leaves. You can already see a big paw print he left in the dirt patch on the east side of the building and as well as a shrub he had accidentally flattened, so it shouldn't be too much work for someone his size.

The house itself had a simple layout. Most of the big rooms like the kitchen, den, and laundry room are on the first story with the smaller second story having the bedrooms and a hall bathroom. An old wood fence surrounds a simple farmhouse style home crammed into the suburban fabric. The house had a mixture of brick and wood facades painted a faded white blue. It's gonna suck to be stuck out in the suburban sprawl again, but it was worth it for a place of your own. At least converting and painting the exterior will be a good first project. Then after that, planting a garden in the front and back planters. Plenty more do too, but all that can wait until after getting settled in.

Noisy conversations filter in from over the fence, drawing your attention from errant daydreaming about future tasks. It looks like a small assortment of people were poking their heads outside their homes to see what was causing the faint shaking next door. Some of the neighbors are already out in their yards staring up at this gigantic wolf man who had just pulled up on a cargo vehicle in nothing more than a jock strap. Thankfully, no one looks panicked. While macro movers aren't unheard of, they're uncommon outside big cities, industrial districts, or suburbs with huge McMansions. This place was none of those, and the neighborhood likely just used normal sized movers. You suppose that's a benefit of being friends with a macro, only needing to pay the price of gas and food to get a wolf larger than your home to unload and lift your furniture into it like he's decorating a dollhouse. You had picked a place with large swing open windows partially to take advantage of that. Honestly, the hours of saved time alone was worth a half dozen pizzas and a few kegs of beer. It'll also make it easier to hang out afterwards. Throw open an upstairs window and be closer to eye level, at least when he's sitting. Even if you had to sit outside with him, or on him, it'd just be nice to spend some time with the big wolf again.

"Alright bud, this looks like it should be simple enough." Cy's voice broke you from your thoughts as the chubby wolf knelt down nearby. He frowns slightly as you jolt from the interruption. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

You shake your head and smile, not like it's the first time your train of thought has been interrupted. It's the kind of day where it's easy to be distracted.

The wolf hums in acknowledgment, "Yeah, I get it. Big change and all. Well, why don't you handle getting the doors and windows open while I get your stuff out of the truck. I'll start moving it inside once I get things sorted into piles." He crosses his arms across his large, fluffy white chest. "You can get the boxes organized once they're in and I'll keep the box stack topped up. Sound like a good plan?"

Yeah that sounds reasonable, after all his ability to move all your stuff by himself is why you asked him to help in the first place.

Cykrus grins and nods, "Alright, let's get movin'."

You linger for a minute to watch the several story tall wolf get to work, effortlessly pulling a three person couch out of the moving truck and setting it down gently in the driveway. His pink tongue pokes out of his snout as he focuses on carefully handling your stuff to avoid crushing or dropping any of it. He settles into a cross legged seat in front of your home while he works and is taking up half of your front yard. His fluff tail lazily drags back and forth, flattening what grass the front lawn still had. By now word has spread enough that the entire neighborhood knew what was going on, with some people coming by to snap pictures of the giant amidst their sea of houses. Cy either didn't mind it or was focused enough on his task that he didn't notice. You have to wonder if he was used to this kind of thing. Either way, no one lingers long enough to form a concerned and/or angry mob and you have a job to do too. Best get to it.

You had walked through the house several times during tours, of course, but it felt different on moving day. There is a sense of the work that needed to be done, coupled with the lingering sense of a new, personal space waiting to be filled. It was a feeling of unlimited possibilities waiting for the first major decorating decision and of the mountain of unpacking work laying ahead of you. Most of the floors in the downstairs are hardwood, though the kitchen and bathrooms are both tile. The cabinets all sit empty, waiting to be filled with your stuff. The upstairs is predominantly carpet with tile bathrooms for the hall and master bedroom. It feels like a final tour of the house, going through and unlocking and opening the large sliding doors in the back, propping open the windows, and scrawling labels on big sheets of construction paper so Cy would know what room was what. Shortly after finishing your first task, you can hear the large wolf shifting around to the back of the house, preceded by his thudding footfalls. You peer out a window to see him kneel down and lean over towards the sliding glass door to put your kitchen table inside. His movements are slow and deliberate, the heavy oak furniture pinched between three large fingers, which he sets down gently in the dining area next to your kitchen. After the table came the first of the kitchen boxes, a small stack arranged carefully in the macro's other hand paw, weighing lightly on his soft pink pads. He put six boxes on the kitchen table before standing back up to circle around the house to get more. The dull thumps of his steps indicate his general direction. And thus began the back and forth. The cargo hauling wolf would get some furniture and cardboard boxes and gently push it through a window or a door and you would take the boxes he left nearby and find a place to store it to go through later.

It is interesting watching Cykrus work, and it's definitely clear he's done this before. He acts with the care and dedication of an artist decorating a model diorama when placing your stuff into the house. The living room is especially fun to watch as the window arrangement and the sliding glass door allows Cy both to view and reach inside your house at the same time. This lets him actually position things and he takes this opportunity to set up the room for you. The muscled black and white furred arm carefully places the TV stand, the TV on top of it, the armchair off to the side, sets down a few rugs, and slowly nudges the potted plants into their spots with a finger that's thicker than your leg. Book shelves, coffee and end tables come in next, finishing with the large couch that was first pulled out of the truck. He manages to complete in a few minutes what probably would have taken you and another person an hour to do. Certainly a friend with big benefits.

You went back to your work as he hauls your desk, chair, more bookshelves, and a computer up into your office on the second floor. Each trip brings more stuff for a different room in the house, forcing you to go downstairs to the den then back up to the bedroom. The bed was pliable enough to get through the window and the frame was easy enough to feed through one piece at a time. Dressers and nightstands, one after another. For the big guy it was probably a breeze, but for you running constantly up and down stairs to give directions on what went where and move heavy boxes is getting tiring. You decide to take a moment of downtime while he's handling more boxes to wander outside; both to get some fresh air as well as take stock of what was still left to do. You glance over the house and spot Cy hunched over in the back feeding more boxes through the office window. Just like a walk in the park for the big guy. You shrug and start inspecting what's left. You've both made good progress and it seems like there's only a little bit still waiting in your driveway. The last of the pile consists of stuff you could probably move yourself. The kitchen and dining room chairs, some boxes of clothes, the laundry bins, your bike. Smaller stuff that the wolf probably saved for last. Looking at what little was left, Cy'll probably be done moving it all in soon, which means you should get the pizzas you owe him. You settle down onto the front lawn in the shade of the moving truck and pull out your phone.

A few pepperoni, a few more chicken bbq, all extra-large, and a half dozen jumbo cookies for good measure. A small treat, but one that he'll hopefully appreciate. As you're placing the order you hear the thumping footsteps of Cykrus rounding the house again. He's been mindful and attentive so far, so you simply raise a hand to wave and focus on completing the order assuming he'll notice you sitting out here. Putting in all the details takes a bit longer than you thought it would, mostly due to entering your old address first on instinct and needing to then correct it. One close call mistake averted, you wrap things up and put in the order. With your focus occupied, you don't notice until you press 'confirm' how close the rumbling stomps have gotten and that something is now blocking out your sunlight. Looking up, you spot the huge pink paw pads of the wolf's foot descending right towards you. Oh shit, he must not have seen you! You fall over backwards on instinct and spread out prone as the footpaw smushes down onto you and presses you into the soft dirt of the lawn. You can feel the wolf's body heat radiating from the plush pads. It's smothering your entire upper body, and you can feel your legs poking out from beneath his toes. Your nostrils are entirely filled with the scent of the wolf, a faint smoky alpine aroma mixed with a tinge of wildflower honey, and that earthy smell of the dirt he's been walking around in. You squirm at the sensation of being squished; it's akin to getting half buried by a heated mattress. The experience is flustering, all encompassing, and honestly a little arousing. You try to get his attention by tapping or pinching his pads, but he has you pinned with your palms facing the ground. You can't do much more than shift and squirm around, trapped beneath this giant paw. You take in a haggard breath as you try to wait it out, but Cykrus must also be doing inventory on what's left because he's not moving. You need to get his attention somehow, but without your arms.

The idea comes in a flash as you open your mouth and tilt your head to lick at the huge paw pressing you to the earth. He has a slightly sweet taste, with hints of wood smoke that matches his smell and reminds you of honeyed jerky. It only takes a few licks to get Cy's attention and he lifts up his paw in surprise and takes a step back, glancing down. The large wolf notices you almost immediately and quickly gets down on his knees, looming over you. His eyes wide with concern as he looks at the shallow paw imprint he left behind pushing you into the lawn.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! You're not hurt or anything right? I can get you to a hos-"

You give a hoarse chuckle, assuring the worried wolf that you're fine. You even let slip that you kind of enjoyed it. His eyes flick over you as his frown softens. He runs a finger along your torso in worry, gently prodding for sore spots. You swallow at the touch, your body rocking as his fingers press softly against you checking for injuries that thankfully aren't there. You swallow again as the thick digit brushes against the tented erection in your pants. The wolf blinks, prodding at your stiff tent again as his frown shifts into a slight grin.

"Oh. Oh! I see." He gives a relieved chuckle. He brings his other hand down to adjust his own jock, betraying the hint of stiffness that it was hiding. "So what, you enjoyed being squished? Or just liked my paws?"

Is both an answer? It feels like both should be the answer here.

The wolf blushes, rubbing his neck and glancing away for a moment. It's interesting to see someone who could flatten your house being bashful. "Heh, well. You know, if that's the case." He coughs awkwardly, looking at your house. "There is another way I like to accept payment for giving out some help." He gives an unsure smile, "If you're feeling like being a bit rowdy."

You can do a bit rowdy. Okay maybe a lot rowdy. But in public? Hmm. You suppose there's not really another way for macros to do it other than in airplane hangers or warehouses. Thankfully, this is a sex positive city. It's another one of the reasons you moved here. The neighbors would understand, hell some might even appreciate it. You could see this recording ending up going viral on a few websites later though.

"Alright then bud, but I'll warn you now. It'll be a lot to handle."

Bah, you're totally up for that. Not like you haven't wondered what having sex with him would be like before.

Cykrus adjusts, easing himself down to a seat in your driveway and presenting his two large paws to you. They were both bigger than your torso. "Well, I guess you can start with the paws since you like them so much. Go on, enjoy yourself." Cy smiles, taking a hand to heft and adjust his large bulge as he makes his offer.

You don't need to hear that twice. You take a few steps forward, yanking your pants down to fumble your dick out before pressing your body into the soft pink surface of the paw. You're quickly engulfed in its smoky scent and get more tastes of its sweet and salty flavor as you drag your tongue across it. The surface is soft and pliable, yielding as you lick and grind your dick against the huge paw. The combination of smell and taste is honestly a little intoxicating as you escalate to humping against it, spreading out your arms to grapple it in a hug. Cy looks to enjoy it, the wolf curling his toes down and casting shade over your head and back. He huffs and groans, flexing his paws at the attention. He lets you grind away for a while, both of you enjoying the build up. When you pull back to take breaths and collect yourself, you can see Cykrus fondling his package, a hand underneath his jock as a growing erection tents the navy blue fabric. You take a moment to adjust your pants to get more comfortable and dive back in with feeling, rubbing your entire body against his foot. You grind, hump, and lick until the first strands of pre leak onto the big pink pad before the foot gently presses forward and pushes you back a few steps. You look up from the interrupted worship, puzzled, to see Cy pulling the thick straps of the jock off and past his paws, fully revealing himself. He rocks back to his feet, towering over you and your home. You see his gigantic black and pink tipped mast bob up and down from the motions, his tremendous sack hangs low and sways back and forth. Cy smirks, leaning an arm on the roof of your garage, crunching and breaking some of the tiles in the process.

He didn't even notice the damage as he gave you a confident smirk and a lust clouded gaze. He could fix it later for all you care, right now your eyes were on his erection. It was as long as your three seater couch and complimented by a hanging pair of black balls each as big as a bean bag and sagging conveniently right down at your head height. Cy's tail swishes back and forth, sending small rocks scattering behind him from the gust. He was striking a pose, letting it all hang out in front of you with an inviting smile.

"Like what you see? You can get to work on these too if you don't mind."

Oh hell yeah. That is a welcome invitation as you run right towards that hanging sack, smushing into one of the wolf's giant balls and grappling it with both arms in a hug. Just like the paws, you grind against it delivering licks and kisses, taking time to alternate between the two orbs. Each is an armful, and you could probably recline comfortably in the small valley between them. It's easy to revel in the warmth and the smell, the scent of sweat much stronger from his sack. The big wolf hums, resting his free hand on his hips as he looks down at you rubbing his sack. He rumbles a chuckle as he watches for a minute or two before interrupting you again. Cy rocks forward, the small movement enough to get his sack to swing like wrecking balls and push you back onto your rear flat on the small strip of lawn next to the driveway. He smoothly inches forward and lowers himself down, smothering you with the heavy pair. It was like getting squished by two warm, fuzzy exercise balls.

"Get comfortable down there, and please keep going." Cy grins, "I'm really enjoying the attention." He brings a hand around to stroke at the head of his lengthy dick. He rocks his hips back and forth, grinding his weighty sack against you as you lick and buck against them with all the strength you could muster. It's hard to move, so the best you can settle for is a few inches of movement back and forth. The sack pressing down on you gives a lot of surface area to rub against at least, you feel them almost everywhere on your body. You are sure the neighbors were recording by now as your friend, who was taller than your house, began to masturbate in your front yard with his balls smothering you. Not like you have any complaints right now, your head was swimming in the smell, warmth, and pleasure of being underneath him.

You're not sure how long this went on, as you work yourself as hard as you can on licking and fondling these huge orbs. You can tell it's paying off as you hear the wolf's panting grow heavy and feel the muscles in his thighs flanking you tensing and releasing. The intensity of Cy's reactions gradually increases as you keep stimulating his nuts. A huge drop of pre splashes down next to your head like an exploding water balloon. You can feel the wolf flexing his thighs and constricting his pelvic muscles for a few moments before a pair of claws pinch the back of your shirt and pull your sweaty, horny ass out from under his balls. You suck in a few gulps of clean air as you watch this titan jerking himself off, his breathing heavy and laced with moans. He pauses for a second to glance at you with half closed eyes as he holds you up in the air.

"Heh, sorry. It was gonna get dangerous under there. I'm getting kinda close." He chuckles, pausing to use his other hand to push himself up. "But I don't want to make a mess... in the street at least. Here, why don't you take a front row seat while I get someplace more appropriate." Cy places you at the base of his dick, the engorged member so thick you can just barely straddle it. You can feel heat radiating from it, and the faint pulse of his heart beats course through the log between your legs. You rub your hands against the base of his cock and watch as Cy walks around your house and right towards the empty old pool in the back. Oh. Well at least you'll get some use of that thing.

"Hang on tight okay? Maybe with your arms and legs. And please keep going, it feels really good."

Not one to deny your friend you lean forward to get a solid grip on this pillar of wolf meat, licking at it and grinding your own dick against the hard flesh. You can see Cy reach a hand down to fondle his balls and one up to rub at a large pink nipple. He exhales heavily, flaring his nostrils. As you see him working himself up, you clamber forward along his dick climbing up its extended length towards the head. The wolf is so busy with his own pleasure he doesn't notice, at least not until you reach the end. You lean up to kiss the wide sensitive tip and lick at the edge of the wolf's cockhead, teasing him with your tongue. Cy huffs, and you can spot him nibbling his lower lip with a fang. You wrap your arms around the tip of his giant dick and start to pump, using your whole upper body to jack off your wolf friend. He inhales sharply and lets out a long moan, looking down.

"Ah-ahhh shit man. That feels amazing." He takes a breath, squeezing his sack beneath you, "Can you go a bit faster? I'm al-almost there."

You're happy to oblige, rubbing and licking as fast as you can, taking in the delightful scents and tastes of this titan. He continues rubbing his balls and pecs, humping his dick into the air as you work the tip of his cock with all your strength and conviction. At this point, the massive wolf fills all your senses; his taste is on your tongue, his smell dominates your nose, his cock taking up your entire field of vision, his heavy breaths and moans fill your ears. His warm, leaking dick overflows your arms and legs and rubs against your entire body with each thrust. You feel his dick twitch and hear his breath hitch. His body starts to tense and shudder. He widens his stance and curls his toes, claws digging short rows into your lawn like plows. You know he's getting close. You place your mouth on a sensitive part of the cock head and suck, rubbing along the edge of the tip with both arms to deliver a cascade of stimulation through the wolf. You can feel the first convulsion as the dick you're riding spasms and the orgasm follows immediately after. A huge spurt of white blasts out of the tip in a messy spray, splattering into the empty pool below you. You squeeze the cockhead one more time and the force of the climax pushes back and breaks your grip. You start to pitch off to the right as the cock continues convulsing and unloads more bursts of seed. You let out a surprised yelp and scramble for purchase, but to no avail. In the next second your center of gravity shifts and nearly sends you sideways. Thankfully, a large white handpaw catches you and presses you back into the cock. He gently rubs you up and down like a toy as his balls drain their copious contents into this old swimming pool. The cock twitches against your body with each spurt. You get the chance to relish in the sensations as some of the thick white goop splatters back onto your face, which gives you something to lick up as the wolf fills up your unwanted, run down pool with cum.

He eventually calms down after a minute, having half way filled the old pool up. He tetters backwards and collapses to his rear. His sudden seat flattens more back yard shrubs and sends a small quake rumbling through the area that rattles your windows for a second. He releases his grasp and you slide down the length of his hefty cock, hot, sticky, and still very horny. You impact against his chubby, squishy belly and sprawl against it, gathering up your breath. Cy grins down at you with a lust drunken look, his shoulders heaving from his panting breaths

"Ahh... hah... that was... really good. Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you hanging." Cy didn't wait long before snatching you up again. He sets you into his other palm and hauls you, mess and all, up to his snout. His breath feels hot as it gusts over you in quick bursts, he brings a claw up to pull down your pants and get clear access to your still rock hard dick. "Allow me... to return the favor."

You only get the chance to nod in agreement before he opens up his maw to take your dick in. He licks the front of your pelvis with his wide, flat tongue. The stimulation jolts through your entire body as the tongue presses against your crotch and he puts a finger against your back to push you in close. You grab onto his snout for stability as he licks your genitals for a few moments before resting the wide surface against your dick and letting you take over with thrusting. His maw is warm and wet, and the tongue provides just enough resistance. You're able to pound to your heart's content as the wolf sucks and slurps on your dick between thrusts. No matter how fast or hard you can muster, the wolf's large size lets him handle it without issue. You settle into a rhythm; the stress and fatigue of the day fall away as you pound into your macro friend's mouth and you start to lose track of time. The tongue shifts back and forth, wrapping around your dick and brushing along its length with each motion. He was moving his tongue in time with your thrusts, needily sucking on your shaft. The powerful muscle squishes and squeezes your cock, lapping at your balls when you thrust in. If you weren't gripping the sides of his snout it would be hard to keep standing from the full on assault on your crotch. You feel the heat of his heavy breaths wash over you, ruffling your shirt. The harder and faster you go, the more you hear Cy's satisfied rumbles and exhales. It pushes you to increase the pace and build yourself towards the edge. The thwacking of your body impacting against his snout joining his grumbles in harmony as you put everything into reaching release. As you approach your climax, you grip his muzzle tight and slam hard into his lips. His finger on your back presses you a bit further in as you approach your finish, telling you to spray your load all over his tongue. The large muscle further constricts as you reach orgasm, the wolf milking you for every last drop to suck down. You collapse forward against his snout as he keeps working your shaft until the last spurt before letting you go. As you pull out, panting from the exertion, he gives you a few licks to clean you up of the lingering mess, both yours and his. He licks his lips with a grin as he moves his head back, keeping you at eye level. He didn't exactly do a good job cleaning, as you are now covered in slobber and other fluids, but none of that matters right now.

"Mmm, that was actually really damn good. We should do this again sometime. If uh, if you want to, that is." He gives another self conscious grin.

You gave him a laugh, a wolf of his size and he's still so bashful. But you had a great time and you'd be very much down to do it again. After all, there's still some room left in that pool. The two of you share a laugh, ending with you smiling at him and Cy smiling back. The wolf leans forward bringing his nose close to bump gently against your chest in a nuzzle. You throw your arms around his snout and nuzzle back against his big wet nose.

The tender moment doesn't last too long though, as the two of you are interrupted by a quick blare of a car alarm from the street. Your car alarm. Glancing over, you spot the Pizza delivery guy leaning against your car, the pizzas sitting on the hood as he looks up at the nude macro before him with wide eyes and his own thick dick in his scaled hands.

"Uh... sorry to interrupt" The pudgy alligator coughs and stuffs his cock back in his pants. He fusses his phone out and looks down to check the order. "This is the place that ordered the six extra-large pizza's right?"