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Two guys walk into a bar, and there's this punch line. These guys, they're good friends. One's a--um--wolf and the other is a... bear!

Just like us, eh?

Anyways, they see the line of punch and the--

Oh, so that's what you meant by 'punchline'.

Can I please continue? You're making it hard for me to tell the story. So like I was saying, the two friends are ecstatic that tonight of all nights--this hour out of any hour-- just so happened to be when all the drinks were going for incredibly reduced prices, so they quickly found a table as nearby to the punch line as possible. The bear takes off his jacket and the wolf doesn't have a jacket so he asks his bear friend if he had anything to reserve his own spot.

And here I thought the wolf would just piss on the chair and mark it as his territory.

Oh-my-gosh, ew! We would never do that in public. Stop interrupting me and put your muzzle back where it should be.

Oh...?

In your cup, Mark... in your cup. Moving on! The bear, being such a good friend, offered up his hat and the wolf graciously took it and ley it down on his own chair. Assured that no one would steal their spot, the partners in crime got up and went over to the punch table. There was a lot of punch with a lot of alcohol in it- individual cups topped with a lime or orange or lemon sat in rows, waiting to be filled and enjoyed. Stop smiling at me like that!

Here's the Knuckleball pitcher you ordered boys... you sure you two can drink it all on your own?

Oh yea, this Canis Lupus Familiaris here is an alcoholic.

No more than this Ursus Margaritis is...

Alright then... enjoy.

So these two guys start to drink and as the night unfolds, aided by the tongue-loosening effects of the alcohol, they begin to admit things to each other that they never thought they would.

The wolf is the first to admit to the bear that he kinda likes him, that since they'd first met he'd had his eyes on him.

Really?

And then, with a bit of a blush, the wolf professes that the reason he'd stay ten minutes late in the changing room was to sneak a peak at the bear changing in preparation for his late night workout session, and not to rinse and recuperate from his endurance training. And the bear...

The bear smiles as the pieces fall together.

And the wolf goes on to explain that the reason he lied about dating that blond chick was because he was ashamed of his actual attractions, and was afraid that if he'd admitted that he was gay to his sober, seeming-to-be straight edged buddy, he would be thought less of.

Very specific...

Did I already talk about the changing room thing?

Yes, in detail.

Oh, sorry, I think the alcohol is getting to my head.

It's there already, and if you don't go to the bathroom soon, it'll be elsewhere as well.

Dammit, did I just, uh, um... this is really embarrassing.

Looks like wolves mark their territory after all.

That's not funny! I've got to go. Just wait here and I'll be back once I clean up a bit.

So the wolf runs to the washroom in a flash and heads to the urinal to relive himself. While midway through his efforts...

The bear, given some time to think about what the wolf had admitted, decides to follow the wolf into the washroom.

What are you doing here?

Continuing the story, it's not over, is it?

Well, no, I've still got the final act to tell.

I think we should collaborate on it. The bear walks up to his good friend and potential mate--taking a piss to prevent any further embarrassment--and wraps his arm around his chest, pulling the wolf's shirt off.

The wolf is surprised by this, and as his stream begins to head towards the top of the ceramic, he looks over his shoulder in confusion at this ill-timed act.

However, this frustration soon turns into embarrassment as the bear pulls the wolf backwards, leading to his already drifting attention to end entirely. Forgetting he was taking a leak for only a moment, the wolf marks his leg with his musky scent, wetting his pants a bit more. He knows the wolf would never admit it, but it appeals to him in some strange way.

No! It does not appeal to the wolf, and now he has to take off his pants and underwear to let them dry for a bit.

The bear was a twistedly clever bastard, and knew that this would happen.

He did?

Yes, he did. And now it seemed that the wolf needed to do something to keep him preoccupied until his cloths dried off. The bear recommended, in light of the wolf's recent confession, that he should go into one of the vacant stalls and hang the puppy-wetted cloths so that they can dry quicker.

And to pass the time?

I'll let you tell that part.

Oh... well, o-ok.

You're too cute.

The wolf eyes a nearby empty stall and hurries towards it... the bear follows.

So far so good.

A million thoughts race through the wolf's mind, but above all, he can feel a rising desire drowning everything else- the years of pent up fantasy threatening to tear him apart. He needs to keep calm if not only for a moment, as the pressing matter of hanging his cloths had to remain in the forefront of his conscience. He takes off his odorous pants and hangs them up on the door hook, still slightly annoyed at the bear for making them as dirty as they were, but also restlessly eager to share some much desired intimacy with his crush.

As the wolf goes to pull off his underwear the bear stops him and turns him around, grabbing his musky handpaws and pinning them to the wall above his head. Then, smiling wickedly, the bear shakes his head and tells him 'not yet'.

I thought I was telling the story now.

You were, but I like plot twists. The bear, giving off a unique musk of his own as his arousal spikes, fixes the wolf in a hard stare and the wolf, stubborn as ever, stares back in defiance, giving the bear enough time to pull off his own pants and kick them aside. As the bear breaks his stare and once again pins the wolf's paws, the wolf grits his teeth at the cruel trick. The sight makes the bear chuckle. Keeping his friend restrained the bear grinds his crotch teasingly against the canine and is delighted to feel that already, the wolf had begun to flag. Stimulated by the wolf's passion the bear's cock grows erect, and the wolf knows that, unlike other species of bear, the polar bear has a rather unique and bony member, only for the roughest of mating.

The wolf whines, torn between apprehension and excitement.

Now you're catching on. The bear's member slides out of his pure white sheath and braces against the cruel restraints of his underwear. Taking a deep sniff in the bear growls contently as he picks up on the perfumed air- his own dark and dominant musk; the wolf's lighter musk; and the ever-present tang of puppy marked clothing. Growing more eager the bear doubles his efforts, teasing the wolf's wood out of its introverted state and into a proud hardness.

The wolf begins to pant softly and his heart beats a mile-a-minute. Squirming anxiously against his own underwear's restraint, he moves in the opposite direction of the bear's grinding, doubling the act's poten- oohh!

The bear hears the wolf's desperate moan, and, darkening the yellowish stain already there, precum begins to leak through the thin fabric by the wolfs hardening member. 'Much better' the bear sighs, theorizing that this drunk and heated wolf would do whatever he was asked to do for release. The bear stops his ministrations.

The wolf looks pleadingly up at the bear, asking with his eyes what he had done to stop the act.

_The bear licks his lips and shakes his head before explaining to the wolf that he had done nothing wrong, but did have to do something right if he wanted to sink his prick into something. He sees the wolf's ears perk up attentively. _

What do you want me to do?

Two things. To start, get down onto your knees and tuck that tail of yours like a good submissive doggy.

But...

Ah ah ah, you want release, right?

The wolf whines and complies with the bears humiliating demand. Getting down onto his knees he pulls his tail between his legs and remains still, waiting for whatever was to come next.

The bear nods to praise how obedient the wolf was being before asking the wolf to lick at his member through the fabric of his underwear.

The wolf... er...apprehensive as ever... slowly moves his muzzle towards the spot the bear had asked him to lick, and yelps a bit in surprise as his friends paw comes down and speeds up the path to contact. With his muzzle pressed against the bear's underwear, the wolf can smell a variety of things. He can smell the bear's heavy scent, only amplified with how close the bear's black balls were to his face and even a bit of his urine on the part of his crushes underwear that had endured the most consistent contact.

The bear takes note that the wolf had given up on his silly act of defiance and was falling into his role excellently.

Nose burning from the scents that assaulted it, the wolf tentatively brought his long pink tongue to the very tip of the bear's needy bone and began to lick at it through the dirty fabric, reveling in the feeling of such an uncharacteristic role reversal from his normally dominant attitude.

Impressed with the wolf's eagerness, the bear growls pleasurably as he fells the horny wolf's attempts to state his increasingly prevalent carnal desires double. Seeing that his underwear was becoming rather wet and his swollen erection rather painful in its restrained state, the bear decides that it was time to take the sodden garment off.

The wolf's tail wags his tail as he hears the bears revelation and sits back to let the bear do what needed to be done.

The bear patted the wolf's head and took the article off. For good measures he took his shirt off as well, throwing both in the same pile his discarded pants had started.

The wolf's eyes widened as the bear's large, bony member, nearly ten inches in total-

Twelve.

Bounced ominously in front of his face, and wondered aloud if he was expected to take that in his tailhole.

The bear chortled and shook his head reassuringly before explaining to the wolf that he'd have to have some practice first before taking something that size, however the reversal of the scenario could occur if the wolf could do one last thing.

The wolf, heated as he was, felt very compliant to whatever the bear were to suggest.

The bear decided that actions spoke greater than words, so instead of taking the time to explain, he put his handpaws once again onto the wolf, and moved the wolf into a lying position.

The wolf felt the cold floor of the stall chill him slightly, but he complied without a struggle. At this point, though he still kept his tail respectively tucked, he couldn't stop it from wagging fervently in kindred excitement with his crush.

The bear lifts the wolf's head, making sure to take the time to scritch between his ears-

Which the wolf really likes.

And brings the still drying puppy-sprayed cloths hanging on the hook to rest under the wolf's head.

The wolf can smell his own urine and feels like a small pup all over again. He blushes for what must have been the third time that night and his tail tucks even further between his legs.

The bear goes onto his knees with his face pointing at the wall and his tailhole and balls resting on the wolf's dirty muzzle. He then asks the pissy puppy to clean him once over, and if the puppy complies, he'll get to sate his lust in return.

Compliant as ever, the wolf eagerly brings his tongue to the bear's underside, shivering in pent-up excitement at finally getting to the source of all that musky presence. Starting at the front of the bear's clean-shaven, black balls, the wolf feels overwhelmed. From beneath him he can smell his puppyish accident and from above, the bears unique presence. The walls of his vision are taken up by the white fur above him. Feeling the overwhelming scent of the bear wafting over him, the wolf begins to clean where he'd been told, starting at the two big orbs and then--feeling nervous even in the state he was in--moving over to the bears stinking pucker. The wolf hesitates, unable to wrap his mind around what he had been asked to do.

And the bear, realizing this hesitation, growled in warning_ and brings his tailhole to the wolf's muzzle._

Taken aback, a few seconds went by before the wolf began to gingerly clean out the musky hole, cringing at the foul odor.

Unimpressed with the wolf's performance, the bear decides to remove even the last bit of apprehension from the wolfs mind.

What are you...

The bear begins to take off the wolf's underwear- the scent of drying urine covers his handpaws. He throws it over his shoulder.

It lands by the wolf's head and his sense of smell, already reeling from all the other scents going around, is nearly pushed to its breaking point. The wolf's mind is taken off the smell however as he feels a wonderfully soft paw pad begin to caress his most sacred spot. The wolf can feel his pulsing member pushing its way once more through his matted sheath, dripping translucent fluid- leaving a line on his chest fur and spattering against the bears frisking paw. He doesn't care what's asked of him anymore... this was too good. Thrustin h's tongue de'p int' the b'ar's ta'lhole, the wolf r'vels in the high he w's 'xperiencin'

The bear feels as though both the wolf and his hind are ready. He asks the wolf if he'd like his reward.

The wolf nods eagerly and gets up. To his shock the bear... falls down on all fours and looks up at him as submissively as the wolf had been! You're serious?

As serious as you were eating me out like that, _Alpha._

The wolf smiles in anticipation and his tail goes straight up. He stalks over to the bear and growls authoritatively, demanding compliance.

And the bear is only too willing to comply...

Fondling himself once or twice, the wolf leans over and prods at the bear's recently spit-slickened tailhole. Whatever hadn't been lubricated would be soon as the wolf let his precum slop all over the bears asshole, insuring that when he entered, it'd be with as little resistance as possible. The wolf took an experimental stab, and the bear's tailhole spread to accommodate the intrusion. The wolf smiled to himself as he purveyed how great of a job he'd done stretching the bear out.

The wolf really did do a good job, but the bear wondered if the wolf could cut his aside short and get back to the act.

The wolf rolled his eyes and pushed his member into the bear's taboo folds. It felt so warm in there, and though the wolf would never admit it aloud, this was his first time giving anal. At first the wolf's pace was slow as he tested the boundaries of the bear's internal affair, but as he and his ridged cock acclimatized to the new environment, the wolf became more comfortable. The wolf picks up his jackhammering, huffing-

Loudly...

-as his most primitive drive to knot and tie and take that which was rightfully his as Alpha suffocated any last traces of civility the wolf rammed deeper and deeper his train of thought broke apart and his... his story unraveled... and... and... he wanted to take this bitch so... h-hard... mmm, yea.

Lost to his primitivity, the wolf is no longer able to talk. The bear took this as a sign to stop... uh... to stop... keep fucking me Alpha... he stopped... like the wolf his thoughts...

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...Which means I have to pick up the slack, or so it would seem? Lost in the throes of animalistic passion the wolf and the bear rutted like there was no tomorrow, recessed to growls and groans, they could no longer talk. As the wolf's knot began to swell inside the bear, he clenched down passionately and squeezed, wanting to push the wolf that was so furiously fucking him over the edge... and that's exactly what he achieved. Letting out a loud howl... oh man, this is getting really cliche, isn't it? What would you want to happen in this final scene, dear readers? If you leave a comment, I'll add your tidbit on the final act between the bear and the wolf into the story!

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After a while the wolf's knot swelled down, and he regained consciousness. The bear's hind was a mess and the bear, coming off of an orgasm of his own, lay as still as stone, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm his racing heart. The bear has a...

Vacant stare, yes. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time.

...vacant stare. The wolf prods experimentally at the cloths by his knees and finds that they have dried. He knows that in the state both of them are in a good cleanup would have to wait, as getting home was the main priority.

The bear agrees with this statement, and painfully... ouch... gets up.

The wolf chuckles and cracks his back before rising as well and swinging the door open... only to find a group of animals outside of the door?!

What?

Um, who are you guys?

Well, I'm Zxeo and this group, well... I'll let them explain that in the comment section. We liked your story, and if you don't mind, a few of us filled in the blanks while you two were lost in your throws of passion.

So that was the punchline...