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The night air was nice and cool; just the way he liked it. The way the cool air would play through his lupine fur always gave him a feeling of being alive. It's difficult to explain; not that he didn't feel alive at other times. There is just something about how the fall air can play through you that changes your mind set.

Many people say that the coming fall is depressing. Sure, it is a precursor to the blank trees, hibernating grass, and gray skies, but there is something about it that evicts life. He wasn't sure what it was but he loved the cooler seasons. When he heard people talking about how winter was so bleak and death-like he felt a bit strange--cause he loved it so much. He preferred to think of it as a renewal.

Winter was not a season of death but of coming renewal. Even if the ground's color bled away and the sky turned a bleak grey it held something that the other seasons could not capture.

Of course as soon as he felt the air it was gone. He moved into the warm building and the smell of smoke was heavy. It wasn't tobacco smoke, but it was actual smoke, from wood and forest-like scents. The place was more of a tavern than a bar, and a few patrons were around, but it wasn't busy by any means.

"Hey there Mary,"

The wolf looked up and smiled at the horse, "What's up Toby?"

"Nothing much...just sitting around,"

"Not much business right now is there?" Marion asked as he sat down at the bar. He only let the horse call him Mary. For everyone else he preferred to be called Marion; it was his proper name. But he and Toby went far back, so he let it slide from the horse's mouth each time. In truth he didn't mind being called Marion, it was better than the rest of his name.

Marion was pretty sure his parents were either drunk or just plain out of their minds when they decided to name him. During his high school years it had been mortifying when a teacher, regular or substitute, would tell him he had such a cute name. The worst of all those had been when a teacher had said something along the lines of 'oh what a sweet girl's name' and then looked around for the raised paw. Marion was actually a guy name, but it just sounds a bit like Mary.

Still, now he felt pretty prideful in his name; it was his and only his. In his life he'd only met one other Marion, so it felt pretty original to him now. He looked back to his friend and smiled.

"Well...you can see that I'm basically bustling to fulfill orders right now..." Toby said and gave a light chuckle.

"Get me a cold one please," Marion said with a smile.

Toby nodded and quickly fulfilled his friend's order, a bottle sliding across the bar and into the waiting paw.

Marion popped open the bottle and took a quick draught before sighing, "That's pretty good,"

"What's the plan tonight?"

"Ehh...I don't think I have much of one," Marion replied with a smile. "I might hit another bar, but I figured I'd give you some business,"

"How was work this week?"

"Boring for the most part," Marion replied with a chuckle. He was a pharmacist. He did his hours, and got off. The pay was good and the hours weren't terrible. It was hardly the glamor that people thought it was when he told them about it. The most complex it got was having to explain to a customer what the drug did or what the 'big scary medical' words on the bottle meant--which was about the samething.

"I'll trade you sitting behind a counter and a six digit salary for this," Toby replied.

"You may think a six digit salary is all that but I really don't think I care too much about the money," Marion replied with a sigh.

"Bite your tongue!" Toby shot back, looking like lightning had just hit him.

Marion chuckled softly to himself and sipped at the beer once more. He knew the horse was in no great need of money, and he knew even more so that he wasn't in need of money. By the way things were going it seemed that an early retirement was around the corner.

"Well, any good looking guys come to get their fix?" Toby asked, smiling cockily.

"Yeah, but I'm not their fix," Marion replied. He'd come out around college--sort of. He didn't really know if he considered himself gay, straight, bi, or somewhere in between. He knew that he'd had sex with a girl before, but he liked guys.

Back in high school he'd dated a fellow wolf named Nancy, and he was pretty sure he'd loved her, but he didn't really know. After all, they had only had sex once, on the day before he left for college. They would video chat and what not, but even with that they lost connection very quickly. About two months into their first semester she broke it off with him and he didn't hear from her again.

Still, she was his first and that must've stood for something, right? That had to make him not gay, or at least straight-like.

When Marion went off to college he found his interest in relationships dulled quite a bit, if not entirely. Honestly his entire time in school he hadn't dated a single person. He'd focused his entire being into school, and now it was paying off with more worldly value then he could've known what to do with.

After he got out of graduate school and was a fully licensed pharmacist he'd changed bit. His boyish looks had flown by him, and he wasn't sure he knew what any of the intermediate steps looked like. Over the past fifteen years since he graduated high school he'd changed and it was like his young life was almost passing him by.

He was thirty three and the closest thing to a personal relationship he had with someone was Toby, which he didn't know if he counted or not--if he even wanted to count that. They were close, but it wasn't like he shared his secrets with Toby. Of course it wasn't like he had secrets to share; though he wished he did.

Marion found that he worked forty hours a week, and all he really had to do was take care of bottling and distributing medicine. It wasn't really anything interesting. Occasionally he got to 'stretch' his brain when a customer would ask him about a drug, but that was rare. His work life was boring by all standards. Still, he was making a good living, and that was the important thing, right?

"Hey, you zoning out on me Mary?" Toby asked and waved his hooves in front of the wolf.

Marion snapped from his trance and put down the beer, "Yeah...sorry...I'm going to head out...see if I can't find some late night company,"

Toby chuckled, "Uh-huh...you do that,"

Marion rolled his eyes and left his friend's place. He only drank one beer usually; that was all he needed. It put his blood alcohol content to the point where his inhibition in social contact were dulled; which was what he wanted. As he got into his car he turned on the heated seats and sighed. The night was still really good--the fall air was amazing.

"On second thought...I think I'll just go au natural," he said to himself as he turned off the seats and rolled down the windows. The cool night air would feel nice as he sped down the road. Instead of going anywhere he found himself driving up his gravel driveway. He couldn't find a real interest in pursuing any type of contact right now.

His mind ran to contact anyway. Even if he didn't want to pursue it, in many ways he wished it would come to him. A lot of his confusion came from his own mind. Marion found himself not minding the idea of a family life; coming home to his wife and two and a half children. That would be nice, to have a family waiting for him.

If only he didn't think males were attractive. He didn't want to adopt; that was pretty simple. He wanted his own flesh and blood, but that wasn't going to happen. The idea of being with a girl only for a child seemed wrong to him. It would be like using that person, taking away that person's autonomy.

Marion slumped his way up the stairs of his house, wishing he'd gone for another drink now. Since he wasn't going out getting a bit more alcohol wouldn't seem too terrible. He made his way into the bathroom and shrugged his shoulders, "Oh well...I may go out some other time...it's been a long week," he told himself, rolling his eyes as if the hours had really made him tired for once.

He peeled away his shirt to reveal the soft smoky fur beneath. It wasn't like wood smoke, but rather more like tire smoke. While his fur was dark, there were sections were the hue lightened a little, but that was rare. For the most part he was a charcoal wolf--mostly black but with hints of grey in his fur at parts. One noticeable place was his chin, where he had a soul patch. He liked the look, and smiled whenever someone pointed it out to him.

His crystal blue eyes stared intently back at him, and he smiled. He thought that they gave him a far too charming look. It might have been ironic, but he didn't like blue eyes. He much preferred green eyes, emerald to be specific. Still, you can't fight genetics.

The sound of the running water from the shower filled his ears as he stepped under the flowing current. He could focus on the physical later. Maybe the thing he needed right now was a good book--if only he had someone close to him who could recommend a book he liked...

****Three Months Later****

"Strike out again? How?"

"Ugh...I don't know...I think men just aren't into me," Marion replied. "Maybe it's my name..."

"What? How could it be your name?" Toby asked with a confused look.

"Ehh...I don't know..." Marion said with a slight, if not saddened, laugh.

"Look man...you really need to step up your game," Toby suggested.

Marion looked up and rolled his eyes, "Yeah...that's the great pep talk for the guy who just broke up for the eighth time in three months..."

"Yes, yes this is the perfect talk!" Toby replied. "Dude, I mean, what are you doing wrong? It's not like you're that ugly,"

"Har har..." Marion said and sipped from his beer. "I don't know what the problem is..."

"How's the sex?"

Marion's ears flicked and he looked at the horse, "None of your business,"

"You are...well, you know, having it, right?"

"I don't know...why don't you tell me about you and your wife...how do you two get down and freaky?" Marion shot back. Sure he'd had sex. OK, he'd had it with one of them, and honestly he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to count that time. It was his fourth boyfriend and all that had happened was they pawed off together. No real physical contact--a lot of ogling, but no touching.

"Man...you gotta put the moves on them," Toby said.

"I don't want to be some cock-crazed dog," Marion replied with a sigh.

"You're gay...what other kind of crazing is there?" Toby asked.

Marion rolled his eyes again and really wished he had gay friends--well, who knows, maybe they'd just try to get in his pants. Was he not acting gay enough? Maybe that was the problem--he should try gaying it up.

"Hey man...you see that guy sitting over there in the corner?" Toby asked, leaning in and nodding towards the figure.

Marion sighed and looked over his shoulder, glancing at a fox. He looked back at Toby, "I don't normally go for the aloof types,"

"So what you're saying is you wouldn't even date yourself?" Toby asked.

Marion opened his mouth to say something but stopped. The horse was right. That was terrible. He was the aloof type.

"Give it a shot," Toby said and nudged the wolf.

"I don't even know if he's gay," Marion replied in defense of not moving.

"He's got an empty ring finger and I've never seen him eye a lady," Toby replied.

Marion looked away and shook his head, "Then he probably wants to be left alone,"

"Or he's waiting on Mr. Right to sweep him off his feet,"

"Or you're full of it," Marion shot at Toby. "Come-on man...be reasonable. I don't think that he'd really be interested in me anyway,"

"So you think he's good looking?" Toby asked, smiling.

"What? I never said that," Marion replied. In truth, he preferred canines to begin with, so it wasn't like the fox wasn't good looking. It wasn't that he hated slimmer guys, but he didn't mind a bit of fluff either--of course there was that tail. There was also the part about staying within the same species. His father had taught him that he should try to date a canine, so he could have a family. Then again, if he was gay then did it matter? A family was just a kind illusion by the sounds of it.

"Well, I'm going to go over there and tell him the wolf at the bar paid for his next drink," Toby said as he pulled out another bottle.

Marion reached for the horse that avoided him, "Toby! Get back here right now!" he hissed at him.

The black wolf watched as the horse set the bottle down at the table and pointed back at him. He quickly turned back to the bar and cursed under his breath. For a few moments he hoped that may be there was another wolf at the bar, but as luck would have it he was the only person at the bar. That was totally embarrassing. What on earth was Toby thinking? Did he get off making his life miserable?

After a minute the horse returned and smiled at the wolf, "He says thanks,"

"I am going to kill you," Marion growled.

"Well, don't look now but he's staring at you," Toby said with a chuckle.

"Of course he's staring at me! You want to know why? Because he thinks that I bought him a drink while it's really just my jackass of a friend trying to play hook up with his customer,"

"Oh come-on...don't be like that..." Toby said with a playful frown.

"I have every right to be like that!" Marion growled under his breath.

"Well, aren't you going to go talk to him?"

"What?" Marion asked, a vein about to pop on his head.

"Come-on, you just bought him a drink...don't be a freak...you need to go introduce yourself,"

Marion reached out for the horse who swiftly moved away--a wise decision. "I swear..." he growled and stood up.

Toby watched as Marion turned around and headed to the table where the fox was at.

Marion looked at the fox who glanced up at him and returned to his drink. He made as if he was just stretching and looked away but his ears twitched. It was kind of fun to watch.

"Would you like to sit down?"

"Umm...Well, I think that w--"

"I know you didn't buy me the drink; it's cool,"

Marion felt a huge weight fall off his shoulders and a sigh escape his muzzle. He smiled at the fox, "You heard us?"

"Enough to know that you just broke up with someone and that your friend is playing the hook up game..." the fox replied, showing the tiniest traces of a smile.

"I'm so sorry about him...he's...umm...he's a jackass,"

The fox chuckled softly and smiled, "Well, why don't you pay him back?"

"How?"

"Sit down," the fox said, "Join me for drinks and let's see how many we can drain out of him,"

Marion smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Do you think that would work?"

"Yeah...sure, you can guilt him into it I'm sure," the fox said, a sly smile on his muzzle.

Marion nodded and looked at Toby. The horse's eyes were trained on him and he put two fingers up in the air, which the horse quickly nodded to.

"Sit down...come-on, let's share a drink," the fox said.

Marion felt his legs fall and the booth catch him. He looked around and sighed, "I'm sorry about my friend,"

"Hey, don't be..." the fox said and lifted his bottle, "Free drinks,"

Marion nodded with a chuckle.

"So...should we exchange names? I mean...it seems natural," the fox said with another soft chuckle.

"Oh...yeah..." Marion said but felt a bit sheepish to tell the fox his name.

"Well, my name is Nick,"

"I'm Marion..."

"Well, Marion," Nick said and smiled as two fresh bottles were set at their table. He waited and moment and handed the wolf one of the bottles then lifted it up once the horse was out of ear shot, "To free drinks,"

Marion gave a small chuckled and clinked his glass with the fox's, "To free drinks,"

***Two Hours Later***

"Howz jey going ta be doin' dat?" Nick asked, his voice heavily slurred. The table was littered with empty bottles of various drinks, and some that were only half filled--Nick preferred the cold drinks only. All in all they had enough to make it acceptable for impairment to be natural.

"Welch, you shee," Marion said and put a paw up in the air, only to have it drape down and knock over an empty bottle. For some odd reason that sent Nick into a spurt of laughing. They had been talking about the recent recession in the economy--both complaining about the government.

"Hahahaha! You dropped dit," Nick howled and stomped his feet on the ground. The cabin shook a bit and the bottles clattered as he shook his head in wild laughter.

"Yesh," Marion replied and shook his head, "Datz no funny,"

"Iz too," Nick replied with a smile.

"You two have had enough to drink..." Toby said, picking up the bottles and stacking them in his arms. "Who's going to pay?"

Marion smiled brightly and looked at Nick, "Did je just ashk whoz payin'?"

Nick nodded with a laugh.

"Tobes...you tolds me this waz on ja house!" Marion smiled and threw his paws up in the air with more laughter. Nick's arm went around him and they both howled more, swaying back and forth to the music only they could hear. There was the faint idea that maybe the scotch was a bit far, he could tell he was completely wasted. Normally he didn't drink so much, but the two just took one drink, followed by one more, and slowly their table was filled with bottles. The fox was interesting to talk to. Of course their good conversation stopped after they were both drunk, at which point they both complained about stuff.

Toby felt his mouth fall open and he glared at his friend, "I never said that!"

"Ju hear 'im say it...didn't ya'?" Marion asked, looking over at Nick.

"Ohh, yeah, you defeinztely say we drinked free toni...ight," Nick replied, hiccupping in the last word.

Toby looked at them, taken back, "Give me your keys--both of you,"

"Aww, horsey not laughin'," Nick said and laughed.

"I already called a cab...I'm not letting you two drive...now, give me your keys," Toby said again. He couldn't believe his friend was going to swindle him. Keys dropped into his grip and he scowled at the two of them, "You two must think you're so great,"

"Tank ya' Mr. Horsey," Nick said with a laugh.

Marion laughed again and pointed at his friend, "Mr. Horsey!"

They spent the next two minutes talking and waited for the cab to come. Neither of them drank anything else--but it wasn't that they spoke too much either. At some point Marion must've told the fox about his luck with people because the fox was complimenting him.

"I chink youz beaut--no, youz hawt,"

Marion waved a paw in denial, "Liar,"

"I'm not lyin' man...you're is hot," Nick said again.

"Am not,"

"Is so," Nick said. "What do ju shay we go ta your plache and I can let you know jut what I tink o' you,"

Marion opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He knew exactly what the fox had just suggested, and in any normal situation saying 'no' would be easy. In fact he didn't know why he didn't say no, but he only had a few seconds to do so before a pair of lips fell onto his own. He mumbled into the kiss but it never mattered. It took him about ten seconds to respond, by which time the fox had pulled from the kiss.

"Sho...what do ya' shay?"

Marion thought on his life and didn't really know what he was going to say. It wasn't like he was having great luck in the field and here he had a guy throwing himself at him. Nick wasn't asking him out or anything, it was sex, just that. On a normal night he might've said no, but with his current luck with dates--and with the amount of alcohol in his blood--it seemed like a nice idea. He nodded and smiled toothily, "Shure...we should wait outside,"

The cab arrived after a few minutes and Marion watched as Nick tumbled into the seat with a laugh. Marion managed to get in without tripping, but that wasn't saying too much either. He told the cab driver in his slurred voice where he lived and with that they were off into the night. Instead of a calm ride the fox leaned over and pulled him into a kiss.

The initial impact of the kiss was more of a head on collision, literally. Both of their heads hit one another but that did little to dissuade Nick. The fox nearly tackled him to the other side of the cab as his lips planted themselves against the wolf's.

Marion gave a light moan and his arms quickly wrapped around the fox's frame, pulling him closer. His tongue darted along with Nick's both battling for control in their drunken kiss. A paw soon landed on his thigh and squeezed it.

The entire thing was so strange, because through his slitted eyes Marion could see the cab driver watching them. It was too dark to tell if he was scowling or not, and he didn't really care. A heavy breath ran into his mouth as the fox moved over so that he was on top of him. Marion guessed that seatbelts weren't exactly on Nick's mind, but something was.

Nick groped the wolf's sheath and sucked in the moan that followed, returning it with vigor and a small growl.

Marion didn't know how much time passed, but it couldn't have been terribly long. His house wasn't too far away and soon enough the cabbie was trying to get their attention.

"Hey, you two...we're here,"

Nick pulled away from Marion's mouth and laughed, "Sorry...we're both a bit excited," he said, a bit sobered up in the kiss, if not just more turned on.

"Uh-huh..." the cabbie replied and held out his paw.

Marion reached for his wallet but a kiss on his lips stopped him.

"I'll getz thish one," Nick said and quickly paid the cabbie. He made sure to grope the wolf inappropriately as he crawled over him to get out. As Marion was getting out he pulled the fox back to him and kissed him hungrily again.

Marion pulled from the kiss and smiled, "I've got to get my keys you know,"

"Hurry," was the only reply he got and the fox pulled off him.

Marion fumbled with his keys and tried to get them in the hole. It was a battle he finally managed to win and shoved the door open. He walked in, followed by a horny fox, and made sure to lock and close the door behind him. Drunk as he may be he had enough sense to turn off his alarm so that they wouldn't have police barging in on their dirty acts.

"Nice place..." the fox said after a minute.

"It's good enough," Marion grunted. He didn't really care to talk about his house.

"Well, give me the tour to your bedroom why don't you sexy?" Nick asked as he put his arms around Marion.

Marion chuckled and began to walk with the fox stumbling on behind him. About half way down the hall he gripped onto the wall for support and managed to finally get into the bedroom after a few more drunken seconds. He turned around and smiled, "Here we are," he said, feeling the fox grope his package as he said it.

"Mmm, looks nice," Nick replied, though his eyes weren't on the room.

"Hmph," Marion grunted and pushed the fox down onto the bed.

"Rough wolf--I like it," Nick said, smiling and still staring at the wolf's package.

Marion began to remove his shirt and smiled at the fox, "Get out of your clothes,"

Nick smiled and nodded, "Whatever you shay wolfie,"

Marion watched the fox strip out of his clothes and smiled at the sight before him. Nick wasn't excessively slim and had a great figure, his fur was very nice to the eyes, and the drooling meat between his legs was drool-inducing by itself. He had his own pants down and was fumbling with his socks when he tripped and fell into his bed with a grunt.

"Ju OK?" Nick slurred and smiled down at the wolf who had landed near his cock.

Marion found a hard fox cock in front of his muzzle and instead of replying drifted his lips over to it and took it into his muzzle. The response was instantaneous. Nick moaned heavily and he heard the fox's body fall down onto his bed fully. A paw landed on his head and he allowed the fox to control him for a bit, getting used to the feeling of a hot flehy rod pulsing in his maw.

"Mmm...I like," Nick groaned as he pushed Marion down to his knot. The wolf displayed an amazing skill with his tongue, or so he thought; it could've been the alcohol. He moaned happily as Marion suckled on his cock and was soon panting.

Marion looked towards the fox but Nick wasn't giving any attention to him, he was lost in the blow job he was getting. The cock pulsed once again in his muzzle, like the fox was about to blow his load. A moan escaped Marion as a spurt of pre coated his tongue and he gulped down the fox's cock as Nick slammed him back to his knot.

"Ooohhh, h're jit cums," Nick slurred and bucked up into the wolf's muzzle, feeling his cock pulse wildly. Marion's tongue wrapped around his cock and the wolf greedily drank down the seed, moaning along with him.

Once the fox's paws released his head Marion sat up and looked at the fox. He wiped a paw over his lips and stared at the panting fox, "That was quick,"

Nick looked up and then let his head fall back down, "Shory...howz bout I let you get zhat bone burie-ed in meh?"

Marion eyed the fox, who got up and onto all fours.

"Ju got a--any lube?" Nick asked, looking back at the wolf with a grin. With a hot guy like the wolf he might very well just want to stay up all night.

"Bed side drawer," Marion replied and his cock pulsed happily between his legs. "Want me to open you up or can I just start pounding you?"

"Well...I'd like ju to g' slow and le' meh get used to ju," Nick said with a chuckle as he tossed back the small bottle of lubricant. He winked at Marion, "And then I want ya tah pound me tills I'm begging ya to shtop,"

Marion laughed lightly and began to stroke his cock with a lubed paw. The way Nick was speaking, drunk as it was, was a huge turn on for him. He dind't know why but the fox's slurring only increased his appeal, "Careful what you wish for...I'm likely to make your dreams come true,"

Nick waved his tail invitingly at the wolf and soon felt the tip of Marion's cock probing his exposed pucker. They both grunted and moaned together as inch after inch of wolf cock was stuffed into the fox. The knot soon touched his rump and Nick gave a groan of pleasure before looking back at Marion, "Got a good bit of meat on you,"

Marion smiled and rubbed over Nick's back, "You aren't too bad yourself..."

Nick took in deep greedy breaths as he became accustomed to the wolf's length and girth. Soon he pushed back and wiggled his hips, "Fuck me hard," he said, his voice heavy and thick, but for once surprisingly clear.

Marion's reply came as a thrust. He pulled out to the tip and then slammed back in, getting a yelp from the fox. If Nick wanted to complain he never knew it because each time after was the same as the previous thrust. He hilted over and over into the fox until Nick was panting and willingly pushing back against him.

"God! Yeshh! Pound it!" Nick moaned eagerly to the wolf.

Marion smirked and continued to make the fox beg him for it. He was panting too, and his thrusts changed. He stopped pulling all the way out and began to just pull out a little before slamming back into his very willing bed-friend. His balls were churning and he knew he'd be depositing a healthy load of wolf cum into the fox soon enough.

Nick was working with Marion. He kept himself rocking back and forth on the wolf's cock, moaning as the meat hit his prostate and made his cock leak a stream on the wolf's bed. The wolf soon leaned over him and began a more desperate thrusting, which told Nick that Marion was getting closer.

"Gonna...shoot soon," Marion warned the fox. A small wish to change things up came over him. He quickly pulled out of the fox and pushed nick over, "Legs up,"

Nick didn't question it, and complied as quickly as he could, eager to get the cock back into his hole. He moaned as Marion began to really lay into him, growling and panting in his face while his own cock dripped more haphazardly onto his stomach. A nice warmth spread from his stomach all around him as Marion continued to ravage his offered rump, which only made him moan more.

Marion growled and jerked on the fox's legs as he felt his cock pulse dangerously close to the edge of orgasm. He didn't care about anything other than how the next thrust would feel, or how loud he'd get Nick to moan. He drilled into the fox with abandon, his heavy hangers making a slapping sound in the room.

"Mmm...rough doggie," Nick said with a small, moaning laugh. He watched as Marion's cock slammed into him, feeling more enticed by the scene than any amount of words could do. The feelings were too much though and he couldn't keep his head up. He threw his head back and moaned again, not sure how much longer either of them would be able to keep up their desperate breeding.

"Gonna really give it to you," Marion panted as his tail flickered behind him. There wouldn't be much longer. His breaths were strangled and each push into the fox was a gamble as to how long he could last. The entire thing was a game of Russian roulette where each thrust was one that might lead to the explosion.

"Ooh! Yeah--pound me!" Nick moaned and shook beneath the wolf. He moved his paw to his cock and began to stroke over it.

Marion ravaged the fox's hole as quickly as he could, grunting each time his knot slammed against Nick's pucker. His bed-friend was grunting periodically and he noticed that Nick had begun to paw off. That was the signal that their session was soon coming to an end. Picking up his pace as much as he could Marion let out a happy growl.

"Ohhh!" Nick moaned again and felt stars dance in his vision as the wolf made his body feel like an electrical current of pleasure. He could feel his cock throbbing eagerly in his paw and gave it a few more quick thrusts before letting out a loud moan as he clamped down on the wolf. His orgasm washed over him and hot jets of cum splashed into his fur as Marion let out a room filling howl.

The feeling of the fox's tailstar clamping down on him was too much to bear. Marion managed to give a few more jabbing thrust before his hangers pulled up to him and his cock pulsed wildly, shooting his potent seed into the eager fox. His head tilted back and he let out a happy howl as he claimed the male below him.

"Oh yeah....that's what I needed tonight," Nick moaned as the wolf fell down onto him.

Marion snorted and felt wet fox cum drenching his fur. He couldn't say the paws running up and down his back weren't a pleasant sensation. He let out a slow breath and sighed, "Thanks...felt nice," he said, feeling obliged to at least thank his bedfriend for the night.

"Thank you too," Nick replied with a chuckle.

Marion sighed once more and closed his eyes. The feelings running over him were really quite nice. He hadn't shared a bed with someone in many a years. It was actually nice; the feeling of having someone holding onto him as he drifted to sleep. For the briefest moment he wondered if that was how it would feel with a family--to come home every night and share a bed. Maybe kiss his mate goodnight. Or maybe he'd tuck in his pups and tell them he'd better not catch them out of bed trying to play games. Was that what it would be like?

The thoughts didn't last too long, and he found his mind fading away into sleep, happy and content with his physical needs.

Hey eveyone, hope you liked it (I'll assume you did or you're just pitying me by reading it all lol). Hope this was a good read, and if you found something that was off or you felt that there are some areas that could be worked on (anything really) tell me. And...how was the slurred language? I just kind of free-wrote that...I really had no idea what i was doing--just going off of a feel for things (which hopefully wasn't too bad)