A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 18: Darkness (Part 1)

Story by sheerclaw on SoFurry

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#19 of A Curtain Falls Over Furdom

This story can/will portray levels of gore, violence, sexual behaviors (M/M, M/F, F/F, ....), upsetting stuff, etc. that may not be suitable for infants/minors or the weak of heart. Know that you are free to read. View at your own risk if you are anywhere (anywhen?) you shouldn't be reading. All characters and situations are sprung from my own head (ie. poof). Any resemblance to real, imaginary, dead, alive, undead, or transitional beings is coincidental.

This chapter includes M/M yiffy activity. If you can't watch, hide behind your paws!

Thanks to Raedwulf and Coleson Mason for helping me out and being my guinea pigs.


"Shove off!" I snarled as a flashlight shone in my face. "Go away, we're fine!" I growled in the blinding brightness, where I could see more furs' dim outlines. How many were there? What species? A horse... a dog... I wasn't even sure.

"Blood and fur, it's just some snip of a fox." A large shape stepped forward, backlit from someone's flashlight. His shape wavered in my fatigued vision, before the adrenaline sharpened it. By the outline, I could see he held the largest knife I'd ever seen. "Come out, pup. No need to involve yourself in this."

"Consider me involved," I spat through a snarl. I'd had enough. One move from them was all I needed to explode. I rose to my footpaws, my tail twitching angrily behind me.

I could see more furs behind the two who crowded the doorway, but not enough to tell who was there.

What had my dad taught me about self defense? Years had passed since he'd bothered to teach me. The memories were vague.

"That the wolf behind him?" asked a hoarse voice as a wider, shorter figure appeared in the light. A honey badger, and the other was the angry lion from before.

"Yeah," said the lion. "Look pup," he put the giant, curved knife into a leather sheath, "he's clearly down. Come out now before things turn bad and he gets up again."

My snarl hitched. Damn. A little sob escaped me, and I glanced back at Shadow. He was quiet, oblivious.

"He- he's fine!" I yelled and brought my attention back to the threatening furs. My head dropped low, and I padded two steps forward. I picked up my gaping snarl again, narrowing my eyes. These furs couldn't trick me. I couldn't trust them. "He's done this before!"

"Not likely," said the lion. "Bradley, pin him. I'll take care of the wolf."

Bradley the honey badger stepped forward, the pale color of fur on his nape and head must be matched on his back. "Best not fight, young pup. I'm really bad at holding myself back. Bad temper... very bad...."

The badger's colors were a natural warning.

I was giving my natural warning too, and it was ignored as the badger lunged forward.

That was it. I screeched in fury and returned the lunge. The roaring blood in my ears and my reddening vision strengthened my fury. Or maybe they were only evidence of the angriest I'd ever been in my life.

The honey badger grabbed at me. I smashed my black paw somewhere into him. He didn't even flinch. My sore paw hurt, but I didn't care.

I grabbed a pawfull of shirt, but the thin material ripped under my blunt claws. I tried again, dodging his long-clawed paw. I got a pawful of shirt and fur. With my firm hold, I gave a twist, hoping to shake his balance.

He grunted and took a step back. I was overextended and released the shirt before a half-hearted swipe of badger paw could catch me.

I stumbled away, then lunged back in with my fist. He frowned and moved forward.

I twisted past his next paw-swipe and tried to get a better angle-

But I caught something better.

My gaping jaws found him. His arm, his blood. The bitter taste and his howl of pain.

Don't let go. Sink the fangs deeper.

He smacked me on the side of my muzzle and twisted me in front of him.

It was hard to grip him. His thick skin slipped around, and I couldn't get a better hold.

Teeth!

Pain at the back of my neck, right below my skull. Teeth there! Piercing my skin on either side of my spine.

I yelped, high and loud. Badger flesh was gone from my jaws. Shock and pain shattered my fury. I struggled, but he gave a sharp jerk, yanking my head back.

I stilled instinctively. His fangs had me in a dangerous place.

No! I couldn't be stuck here. Shadow was-

I swung my arms around. I couldn't reach him, but I managed to smack his paws away. I shuddered and stilled, as I realized I was stuck. I twitched, unable to stop myself from trying to escape. But he shook his muzzle, swinging my head a little.

I froze, panting. I could hear myself beginning to whimper in fear even as my jaws continued to gape my threat. His wide paws clapped down on my shoulders. My jaws snapped shut in shock. Caught.

"Hold... still," Bradley grunted through my fur. "I shouldn't hurt a pup... but you've gotten me angry...." He was growling and snarling through his breaths. "Your fault...."

I shivered, not pleasantly. My arms and paws were stiff by my sides. Fear was overcoming my anger.

"Police! Every fur stay where you are!"

A gun clicked. Make that two guns.

Fangs and jaws released me, and I dropped to the floor panting. I scooted away, back towards Shadow.

The passage through the stored stuff was crowded. Steve stood facing us, pointing a flashlight and a pistol. I could hear Sally shouting outside. Burt stood at the door, keeping a watchful eye outside with another pistol. The big bull kept trying to glance in while keeping watch outside too.

I closed my eyes, still panting. I didn't want to face this. Not now. I could feel a trickle of blood come from my nape. I shook in shock and clutched a paw to the back of my neck.

"Blood and fur! There's no police anymore. What are you doing threatening us with those!" The lion appeared annoyed, looking to where Shadow lay. "We are doing what needs to be done. You know it must be this sooner or later."

"Isaac-" Steve started, narrowing his eyes; his ears flicked to the sides. Steve's arm holding the flashlight was bandaged along the forearm. He had been injured in the previous fight outside the store.

"Better that it's now, than when he's coming after everyone," said the petulant lion, Isaac.

Blood was in my muzzle, and it was not my own. My mind closed inwards.

I'd hurt a fur, in a way I never had before. My mom would have been horrified. My sister- What would she have thought, seeing me attack another fur. with my fangs. I didn't even want to think about it.

It had to be done. I had been given no option, right? I wasn't sorry I'd fought. But it felt awful, when I didn't have the anger driving me.

I spit out repeatedly, trying to get the taste from my mouth. I spit again, but there was not much blood to get rid of. My bite had not gotten very deep. I scrubbed at my chin and cheeks, whimpering in horror as blood came away. Not much, but I'd been... marked. Marked as a violent, horrible beast.

First Shadow's blood, now this fur Bradley's blood. They were hurt. My paw clutched the back of my neck as I shivered; I had been hurt too.

But I was fine... I knew I was fine. I needed to be so for Shadow. I forced my panting to slow and made myself sit up to look around. My eyes smarted from contrasting light in my fear-dilated pupils.

The honey badger, Bradley, stood with his arms crossed, staring at Steve. He was taking measured breaths. Apparently, he had not lied when he claimed to have a bad temper.

Bradley had not needed to go so... feral on me. Well, I had started it, but I had been the desperate one, not him. It was poor excuse for my behavior, but I didn't regret it.

Distantly, I realized Bradley and Isaac were still complaining.

"Get your furry asses out of here immediately, before I have to use this." Steve raised his pistol. He flicked the flashlight in the direction of the door with his bandaged arm, giving a firm indication.

Isaac, the lion, was the first to leave. He did his best to appear a hindered hero. Bradley stared at me a moment, and I fidgeted while sitting. With a shrug, he slipped past the big rabbit too.

The Flemish Giant grimaced and put his gun down. Steve still held his flashlight, angling it towards the back. "Anyone else in here besides you pups?"

I stared at the big bunny, wide-eyed and forced my slowed panting to stop.

"Burt," the fawn-colored rabbit sighed, "try to calm him down. I'll go talk to these bastards. We'll put them and their groupies in some room until morning. Sort it out then."

Burt pulled up his gun, then put it away as Steve left and shut the door. I was in the room, almost alone with the big, black bull. He sat down on the floor, which helped me relax. A little.

"It's good to have a gun again," Burt started, filling in the silence. "I had to throw my issued pistol at a zombie after I ran out of bullets. Not long before I met you, actually. This one, Ms. Siku Radi had confiscated from another manager a few weeks ago."

I managed a shrug while I stared.

He was quiet for a moment. "I never expected to see Peter in that crowd. Jenny won't be happy to hear about it. And I'm pretty sure I saw that hound Ethan hanging around the edges...."

I stared back at him, not wanting to talk.

"Clovis and Ruby saw that group gather and head off. Let us know about it. Good thing too." He rubbed a horn, "You okay?"

I stared at him, feeling a tiny trickle on the back of my neck. Finally, I nodded. I was fine. It was 'just a flesh wound.'

"Are you sure?" Burt reached toward my head. "I thought he-"

I jerked back before he could touch me. "It's fine! I..." I gulped down panic, "I just want to be alone."

The trickle on my neck was already stopping. I was fine. It was stopping, and I could leave it for now. I needed to be alone. Console myself with Shadow beside me.

Burt tried not to look hurt. "Ah.... Okay," he managed. "Are you sure you're alright?" He appeared unconvinced when I nodded, but still continued with, "I'll help gather those furs. I'll come back later, if it's not too crazy out there."

I nodded, unwilling to admit I wanted him to come later. I needed his firm, deep voice.

I was still staring, wide-eyed as he left. I sagged, but an instant later, Sally entered. My lips pulled off my teeth again.

"Sorry to startle you, Tyler. Here, take this key." When I hesitated, she gave it a toss, and it fell neatly in my lap. "This locks the door on either side. There is only this key and the other I've got around my neck." She seemed tense, her padded hooves constantly shifting.

I picked up the key and managed a tiny, "Okay."

"Another misfortune with this. Well, in the morning, we straighten this out. Meantime, those furs will have some quiet to reflect on their actions."

I knew my face had doubtful disdain written all over it. Whatever. What did I care? There was no control or system here. When furs were trying to kill other furs, there was definitely something wrong.

Sally frowned, but seemed to shrug off my response. "I'll lock the door after me. Don't open for anyone except one of us three. Got it? Only Burt, Steve, or I are allowed in here. No visitors."

I shrugged and crawled over to check on Shadow. I flicked on the flashlight so I could see him better. He hadn't been disturbed. I had my back to the door, ignoring Sally as she let herself out. The door lock clicked.

Well, locked in was better than before....

It changed nothing. There was still hate, still fear, still anger.

I cracked open a bottle of water and used my paw to rinse the back of my neck. I dried my paws on a fresh cleaning towel from the shelves. The towel was hardly dirtied, so I set it nearby with the supplies. The sting was a firm reminder of how nastiness never left some furs.

I growled my frustration and stroked Shadow's black head to calm myself. So soft....The dark wolf in my life. If no one else would step forward, even I could offer some protection.

I settled behind him, spooning his back this time, hiding his vulnerability from the world. I hid him under my long tail as much as I could and sighed as I turned the flashlight off. After pulling the second sleeping bag up, I curled in as close as I could to his warm body. I tried to regain that sense of certainty I'd had just a short time ago. His scent worked on me to cool my nerves as our fur mingled.

Then I was crying softly into the deep fur. Frustration and stress released through my slow tears. I tried to ignore the ache in my neck.

Memories and images kept flashing in my mind, enabled by the darkness. Bradley and Isaac who had come ready to kill. Burt's sympathy. Shadow's silence. Helaina who had abandoned Shadow... twice now?

I managed to calm myself and my tears - again with the tears. Breathe in Shadow, release slowly. Focus on only this moment.... It was more difficult, but I managed. The tears were easy to stop. The memories and sensations were not.

I still felt teeth digging into the nape of my neck. The memory repeated, highlighting the sharp sting and the slight trickle of blood.

To distract myself, I licked Shadow's skull and nape in front of me. Smoothing out my nerves as well as his fur. He needed me calm; he needed my comfort, even though I wasn't sure he could tell in that state.

I pulled Shadow even closer to me and felt a faint response. There was a flex of his arm and a change in his breathing.

I shivered in relief and sighed into the deep nape fur. He was coming out of it. Somewhere inside, I didn't want to admit the possibility that he might become one of those snarling, unfeeling creatures. If he ever turned, I would never be able to hold him like this. He would never be able to hold me the way that was comfortably etched into my memory.

I stroked his back as I listened to his breathing deepen and felt his fingers and toes twitch. Did zombies breathe? If he woke, what would this mean about the zombie creatures? Had Shadow fought off some sort of infectant? Had he never been in danger of turning?

One last thought I tried to steer clear of: that he was waking as a zombie already.

It wasn't the case, though. I could feel his lips wiggle over my paw as he tried to get his muzzle to work again. He would wake as himself. I clung to that thought as I clutched him close to me.

He sighed.

I tensed, unable to help a twinge of fear.

"Tyler?" he asked, sniffing my paw.

He was back.

I sagged in relief behind Shadow, as his paw searched and found mine in front of him. Shadow was back; he was regaining himself. I clutched him to me. My whiskers relaxed outwards, feeling more of him in front of me.

"Where?" the black wolf managed.

"It's a closet Sally survived in. We're safe here. Rest, okay?"

"Okay," he whispered vaguely. His breathing became deep and steady behind me.

I was awake for a while, cupping Shadow with my body, keeping him warm. I drifted off into a near-sleep.

Some time later, I heard Burt knock on the door, but was too groggy to respond.

I heard him wish us a faint goodnight through the door. As he 'tiptoed' away, I finally let my exhaustion from this never-ending day claim me.

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>>>>[[NOTE:DAY 11]]<<<<

I woke slowly. In the darkness, I couldn't tell if it was morning, or if it had even been night when we'd slept.

We had shifted in our sleep. We faced each other in the darkness, bodies clinging to each other. He had only his boxers, and I had never gotten undressed. Under the single blanket, our legs, fur, and paws all mixed together.

"Tyler?" Shadow sighed, "What happened?"

"What do you remember?" I asked hesitantly, muffling a yawn.

"I was outside and something happened..." he said slowly. After a minute he continued, his voice getting stronger, "No. There was a fight.... Then I was inside... your paws were covered in my blood. Then.... I don't remember."

"Nothing?" I asked.

Shadow paused, "No. Only a few impressions. But they don't make sense.... It's pretty hazy."

I held back my relief. At least he hadn't been awake for the attack. I didn't want him knowing how I had lost control. I didn't want him to know what I had become.

Had I at least been helpful this time? He was here; whether that was proof of something I didn't know. It hardly mattered now we were together.

I passed my paw once over his head in a single slow stroke. I let my paw relax down to the sleeping bag beneath us. "Rusty said you have some cuts and scrapes, and you were bit a few times."

"Hmmm? Really?" he sighed. He seemed to drift off for a few minutes.

It was still, dark and quiet in the closet. Our scents gave contrast to the still air.

After a while, Shadow sighed and stretched. "So stiff, ugh. I think I got enough sleep though. Is it morning?"

"No way to tell in here." I grinned, beginning to slowly lick an ear, then a forehead.

"Hmmm," he sighed, relaxing into my arms and my licking. "It feels like morning."

"How can you tell?" I wondered aloud as I worked my way towards the other ear.

"I must have an excellent internal clock!" I could feel his grin in my throat fur as he nibbled the fur there.

"Internal clock?" I shivered as he worked his way to my chin.

"Or maybe I just feel refreshed," I could feel his grin on my throat as he leaned forward, pushing his boxer-clad erection into my fully-clothed hip.

I whimpered at the push as he paired it with nips along my chin. The hard pressure at my hip triggered a happy tingle to my imagination. My head fell back as I gasped and felt a sinking rush.

He chuckled. Pulling reactions from me was quickly becoming a new hobby. We were learning together. I was connected to him, and he was to me.

Wait.

I froze. Suddenly all I could think of was Helaina's voice saying, "It's an artificial bond." The voice mixed in with the annoying tune in my head.

"Tyler?"

My eyes snapped open. I realized I had gone stiff, with clenched paws and a grimace.

In the dark, I couldn't see him, but he sounded hurt as he asked, "Is everything okay?"

I sniffed, holding back tears as Helaina's voice continued to mix in with the stupid song in my head. It wasn't working well with Shadow right there in front of me. The relief, the pain, the confusion, the sorrow. I sagged towards him clinging onto his fur as if this might be the last time I could.

"I'm s-sorry," I sobbed out. "I didn't want to cry. Don't go...."

He sounded baffled and a little upset when he said, "I'm not going. What's wrong? Please tell me." He held me gently, stroking my fur.

I pulled in my sobs and clutched my fingers repeatedly in his black fur, somewhere in the darkness.

"I'm sorry I left you on the roof. I got myself hurt, didn't I?" He stroked my back and licked an ear slowly.

"I'm sorry I let you go!" I insisted, my fierceness breaking my upset.

"Is that all that's bothering you?" he nuzzled my cheek and whiskers in the dark.

I hesitated. "N-No," I managed through uneven breaths. How could I tell him the rest? I drew a long, shuddering breath in. "Shadow, do you think this is okay?"

"Is what okay?" he asked slowly as he stilled. He sounded scared.

"We've gotten close... and I feel a connection with you...."

Shadow sagged against me, "That's what is bothering you?"

Maybe he was disappointed, thinking me shallow. "Do you think what we have is- is," I sniffed between my hitching breaths."Is it arti-artificial?" I whispered.

"Tyler, I can only hope you feel the same connection I feel with you. There is nothing artificial about it."

"But what if it's just something fed by crisis? When things calm down... will you despise me? ....Am I taking advantage of you when you need someone?" Before he could answer I continued, "What we feel might only exist because we're desperate."

"Is that what you think it is?"

"No!" I yelped. "Not at all."

"Then where did this idea of 'artificial' come from?"

"It was just something a fur mentioned," I mumbled, calming, "It's been bothering me." My paws fumbled with the sleeping bag beneath me.

"Who?"

I shrugged. I couldn't tell him.

"Well... we should make our own views of the world, not follow someone else's. You showed me that only a few days ago. I didn't know what that really was until I met you. So, make your own decision, following your own views."

"Yeah," I said after a moment. The tears had stopped. In this chaos, worry won over sense; stress had overcome my own values.

"Then you decide how you feel, right?" Shadow nudged my chin back with his nose. As he nibbled again along my chin's edge he asked, "So, does... this in any way... feel artificial to you? Personally?"

"I-" my long whine interrupted me, and a shiver rippled through me. "No," I whimpered into the dark air, "not at all. Not ever." It was true at any time.

He chuckled as he dug his cold nose in at the deepest curve between my muzzle and throat. "Of course."

Reassurances given, I relaxed as he slowly pushed me onto my back. The blanket slipped lower on our bodies. Shadow's lips sought mine and bumped into my chin before they discovered mine in the dark. My legs hooked over his hips as he gave me a steady thrust.

I was hard in my boxer-briefs, constrained by my clothes. His paw gripped my hip as he thrust again, hard.

He leaned down to snuff in my ear, making me twitch. "And I'm not doing this simply to get my pleasure out of you," Shadow laughed under his breath; I could hear the grin in his voice.

As if that concern was anywhere near the top of my mind.

"Clothes..." I whimpered, clawing lightly at his bare chest. There were too many layers; how could I tell him when I was lost for words?

I could hear his grin in his voice as he breathed in my ear, "Do you want to be bare against me?"

All I could do was nod vigorously. When I realized he couldn't see, I yipped, "Yes!" My tail twitched underneath us, and I could feel his tail brush over mine.

He licked the sensitive fur on the inside of my ear, sending a stronger echo down to my groin. Easing away from my lower half, he chuckled as he worked my shorts open. The blanket slipped the rest of the way off us as I wiggled beneath him, trying to help. I seized my shirt and hauled it over my head, but knocked his muzzle in the dark with my elbow.

He grunted, but didn't slow his rushed attempt to get my shorts and boxer briefs off me. Shorts and briefs in paw, he tugged and ended up hauling my rear up, off the sleeping bag. The air shifted as he moved nearby, and I concluded he was removing his own boxers. Knowing he was ready, I sat up and restlessly groped anything furry on him as he moved.

We collapsed into each other, fumbling around desperately in the dark.

I didn't... I couldn't lose him again. It had been too close. I yanked his head closer to mine by his scruff.

He nipped at my ear, my cheek, and -ouch- my nose.

I licked rapidly and furiously as his muzzle and scrubbed his ears. When I bumped into a bandaged wound, he hissed in pain. I winced as I rolled onto my tail at a bad angle.

He huffed and growled a moment, then came to some decision and took over. He grabbed my rear and rolled me onto the sleeping bag. Purposely slowing his movements, he leaned into me.

His hot erection pressed against mine. There was one paw next to me, supporting a lean, muscular wolf. The other paw gripped my thigh, pushing the knee towards the ceiling. It ruined most of my leverage, but it hardly mattered as I gave in to him.

He growled through his pants; the satisfaction at my response clear. He began a steady, slowed rhythm, dragging his hot head over mine.

A stronger thrust.

I felt him flinch and whine, but he slowed for only a moment.

I gasped and managed to find his shoulders somewhere above me. Avoiding a bandage, I clutched erratically at his shoulders. I was still feeling restless. I wanted to participate, not just lie like a sack of potatoes.

I wanted to feel him. Shadow. In the darkness, we were creatures of touch, of scent.

What should I do? My paw wandered from his shoulders to his elbow, and finally lower, to where we rubbed against each other. I found the heads. Mine was twitching and weeping outside its sheathe, as his rubbed over it.

Shadow gasped and thrust hard once. With a groan, he resumed his pace.

It was my first time touching that intimate part of him. Of any other fur. The center of his sexual expression.

I was careful to avoid a bandage on his side as I rubbed us both.

So hot. It was hard, hot and damp with his pre. His erection twitched in my paw like a separate creature. Oh, that was amazing. I had seen it before, but feeling it was even better. Sometime soon I would need to experience both at once.

Shadow flexed over me, driving his twitching second self into my palm with a growl.

He was breathing hard, very hard. He slowed and sagged onto me, panting. "Ow-ow-ow-ow."

A moment passed as we continued to pant. I was a little crushed. My breath was beginning to labor when he eased lower, so I could breathe.

"Sorry," he whimpered, easing down to lie next to me, "I hurt, and I'm so tired."

Of course. What had I been thinking, he was still healing from his injuries.

Well... I grinned in the darkness. My turn.

I was too aroused to stop there. Grinning, and not saying a word, I followed him as he slipped to the side and off me.

I supported my weight on all four paws around him. Without too much fumbling, I found his lips with mine.

Shadow panted and whined in my muzzle. He was full of aroused frustration as my tongue left his. I hunched my own hips, and felt my cock slip along his. He moaned under me.

He mumbled something unintelligible into my lips and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss before releasing me.

I sat up to kneel over him, rubbing my paws through his thin chestfur. Silky strands passed between my fingers. I traced contours I could feel with a single blunt claw. I skimmed the edge of a bandage. What was I tracing on his chest?

He moaned and shifted beneath me, angling his hips to join us. A glimmer of the previous urgency came to me, and I rubbed both our heads together in my one paw.

Shadow whimpered happily underneath me, lying still as I thrust my own hips, trying to gain a rhythm.

Was I going too fast? Too slow? I tried not to think as I found a balance between my nature's fast demand and gravity's slow requirements. Somehow, I found a "just right" rhythm that was all mine in the moment.

I slowly increased my pace, following my balance. I steadied myself with one paw on Shadow's hip.

I closed my eyes; they were useless in the darkness. I thrust and dragged across him as he twitched and moaned. My paw tried to circle our two cocks, with varying degrees of success as I moved. I could feel my tail bouncing over his. My ears lay back as sensations grew along with my panting breaths.

Shadow shifted beneath me. Was he feeling restless too?

I gasped.

Something wet was prodding my tailhole, and I instinctively froze. The most vulnerable spot, which I had never seen, was in danger. I made myself relax, recognizing Shadow's gentle rubbing. Shadow. He knew what he was doing. I trusted him.

I whimpered, then whined as his prodding became firmer. His fingertip slipped a little inside and I gasped, my chest sinking lower as I knelt over him. My paw shifted from his hip to the sleeping bag beneath us. I felt his other paw rubbing my thigh soothingly as I became accustomed to the prodding.

Soon his wet digit was inside, slipping in and out. I shivered. It wasn't the best angle, being a little... sideways? But he was moving inside me, like I imagined a little cock would. The thought had me blushing. Good thing it was completely dark. Even with my coloring, that blush would have been apparent.

Feeling eager, I straightened up and began to move. I thrust against his hot cock with my own hardness. I whimpered under my breath as I felt him cease his finger's movements and allowed my own movements to overtake his finger. When I pulled back after each thrust, I drove myself onto Shadow's finger.

I was discovering I really liked this. The finger inside felt strange, as if it touched places I'd never felt before. I felt it flex within me, exploring. The sensations... as if I could only half-feel what was going on inside me.

My muscles twitched, thrusting my hips forward. He had brushed that special place. The prostate.

My free paw was stroking our shafts. My strokes were becoming faster and a little erratic as my sensations grew. I was getting close.

His paw at my tailhole withdrew a bit, and my rear tried to chase it. Not too far, though.

I grunted in discomfort. A second finger was trying to slip in with the first.

I moaned in frustration as some of the urgent feelings left. Why now? As I wiggled my hips and slowed my thrusts, it began to slip in too. I had been comfortable with the one. The second one was harder to get in. Together, it was no longer comfortable. Yet... with a firm brush against my special button, I was again happily ignoring the discomfort that came with this new pleasure.

I thrust steadily, into my paw and along his cock. I could hear his breathing pick up. I started to feel little pleasure ripples and tingles and hoped he could too. My paw around our cocks was getting pretty wet, picking up our weeping excitement. By that sign, I knew he was getting close too.

His paw moved from stroking my flank to my thrusting rear, brushing my balls. As he tickled us both back there, my breath hitched. I slowed briefly. He pulled our sheathes back the rest of the way, exposing our knots. Shadow's breath hitched as he rubbed behind the bulging knots, near the root.

It was overwhelming me. Listening to him whimper and feeling him begin to instinctively return my thrusts broke through the last barrier of self control. I shoved myself into my paw, pressing down on his hot flesh.

I whined, then yipped. My climax overtook me. My being tingling from my forehead to my toes. I shivered and flexed over Shadow, my tail jerking in the air behind me. I shot my seed into my paw and into his bellyfur.

I sank on top of Shadow in the dark, unable to move an inch as I whimpered on his chest. Immediately, he found my shoulder with his teeth, and set them in hard with a loud growl.

He thrust his fingers in me harder and smashed the back of our knots with a paw. He thrust into me hard. Once. Twice. He stilled for an instant, all stiff and hard everywhere, before he had a hard spasm and made us even wetter.

His two fingers in my tailhole jammed in hard, bumping my button. Already overwhelmed in climax, I got a few extra sweet shivers as a fresh whine was torn from my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut, and my whiskers twitched in time with my tail.

I could feel his stomach ripple beneath me, and he whimpered shakily.

I was half-crouched over him, with one paw smashed between us, still cradling our spurting shafts. My other paw had been supporting me, but now was sprawled to the side on the sleeping bag. Most of my weight was still centered over my hips, keeping his lungs free enough to pant.

Which we were both doing a lot of. Panting rhythms against each other as we lay there.

His fingers were still jammed in my tailhole, and I could hear him panting around his teeth as he whimpered to himself.

"Does... does it hurt?" I managed.

He grunted a negative through his teeth, but plainly refused to let me go. When I shifted, because my leg ached, he growled and bit down a little harder.

I winced, but the surprise hurt more than the actual pain. Was he like this every time he played with others? From what he had said before, it was unusual for him. Yet it had been each time with me.

His panting beneath me slowed. The boat of "Tyler" calmed on Shadow-y seas.

He shifted his paw behind our knots, and I groaned as a pleasurable echo coursed through my awareness. I could feel his cock against mine, still pulsing and twitching in my paw as things calmed down.

He growled softly, fading into a sigh. My shoulder was a little sore, but the sting of his teeth grounded me as I came down from the excitement. I sighed to myself and moved my free paw to his shoulder. He growled a little warning, then relaxed again as I pulled him closer.

My nose was right next to a bandage. I could hear it shift and crinkle as Shadow's breathing slowed.

Minutes passed.

Darkness reigned.

I nuzzled forward in the dark, "seeing" with my whiskers. I could feel the thick fur around his neck. I stretched my muzzle up and caught a bit of ear with my tongue.

He gasped through his teeth and into my fur. With a sigh, he relaxed his teeth a little. Not that I minded. I wanted to sense him, taste him in this darkness. Nothing existed beyond us, beyond this moment. I licked his ear again, slowly.

More silence.

Our knots faded away, even as Shadow gripped them a little harder, to keep them going. The pressure was difficult to maintain, so we had not been completely drained. But it was still pleasant, lying in the dark, smelling Shadow's scent and knowing he inhaled mine. It was pleasant, licking and nudging his ear every few minutes.

Shadow released my sore shoulder and licked it soothingly. He mumbled things I half heard into my shoulderfur. He paused, shifting his fingers inside me. He whispered something else, followed by a long sigh as he slowly removed his fingers from my tailhole.

"...Tyler," I caught my name at the end as he sighed it out, completely relaxed.

I twitched and shivered as my rear was freed of the welcome intrusion.

The other wolfy paw abandoned our knots, and the two paws cupped my rear, pulling me towards him. I shifted my knees and allowed myself to be pushed on top of him as my footpaws slid towards his. My two paws curled around his shoulders.

I chuckled my happiness as I felt us deflating. Our happy crowns and lengths still smashed together as I shifted, drawing a fresh moan from him. When had I gotten used to such lewd stuff?

What had he said? Besides my name at least. The sense of words escaped my mind. I grunted, trying to pull sense back to my mind. "What was that?" I mumbled.

"Nothing," he dodged, licking my nose. "Just thinking out loud." Shadow chuckled and moved his paws from my rear to my back.

I sighed, releasing my last tiny tension.

Long minutes, long moments passed in the dark.