TIE THE KNOT


It's not easy being a human in a city of anthros. When I first moved to what every last small-world, backwater hick in my drop-of-nothing hometown referred to as “the big city," it was like going to an entirely different world. Mom cried, Dad cried, I cried, my little brother asked if he could have my room. It was all very emotional. My parents, of course, tried everything in their power to convince me to stay. “You know it's mostly those animal people who live there, right?" My mother announced one morning over breakfast. I had never seen her so grave and serious. “There aren't many other humans there. If one of those things hurts you, who are you going to turn to?" Then dad added his opinion, and the discussion somehow degraded into one of his delusional rants about "those beast-men and how they're coming over the border and conspiring with the democrats to weaken the fabric of society." I left the room in disgust. I was going to suffocate if I didn't escape.


When I finally boarded the train three weeks later with what few possessions I could stuff into my suitcase, I felt excited. The time had come. My new life was about to begin. It was a fantasy; it was a dream! My parents were right about one thing, though. There were hardly any humans.


When I stepped off the train, I saw fur and pointy ears everywhere I looked— muzzles, claws, hooves, and swishy tails. I stumbled into a giraffe who I swore was three times my size and backed away, almost to be trampled by an elephant in a blue suit as he came thundering through the train terminal. A bored-looking tiger with bloodshot eyes and nicotine-stained fangs directed me to the main foyer, and it was all I could do not to panic. 


My first few months were a hazy blur. I felt like an alien from another planet studying the inhabitants of a queer, unknowable world. I felt safe existing outside the mainstream, watching nervously from the sidelines, walking with my head down, desperately trying not to attract attention.


Everyone seemed to move at this accelerated pace, like moving to a dance I could barely comprehend the steps to. It was so chaotic but somehow natural. The city felt vibrant and alive. I could feel the current tugging on me, daring me to take that final step. I asked myself if I wanted that to happen. I decided that, yes, I did. I did very much.


Eventually, I adjusted. Things were far more mundane looking from the inside out. I got a day job sitting behind a desk and talking to irate customers (undoubtedly a triumph of my degree in IT). I got an apartment that was much too small and rent much too high. I got some roommates who were just fascinated by their "bald, pink roommate" … I even found myself a boyfriend.


*


I was on my back, and Zach was on top of me, pounding me for all he was worth, and fuck, I loved it! Growling, he seized me by the ankles and pushed my legs back past my head, raising my ass to meet his pummeling thrusts. Zach fucked like I always dreamed my boyfriend would fuck.


I reached between us and stroked my cock. Zach pulled back until the end of his tapered shaft barely kissed the outer ring of my hole before slamming his hips forward, driving himself in deep and hard. I made a sound that would have mortified me if I made it in any other situation.  


“Please," he sounded desperate. Hungry. “Let me do it this time." I felt the throbbing, bulbous mass of his knot grinding against my entrance. 


“I… I…" It's so hard forming coherent sentences when you're getting drilled. Sensing my rejection, he started thrusting harder, maybe hoping to fuck the sense out of me before I could turn him down. “Zach, no." I panted between breaths.“You know I can't—hey!" Ignoring me, he let out a whine and pushed in deeper. 


I gasped, gritting my teeth against the sudden burning. “Hey, stop!" I moaned, trying to make my voice stern—which might have worked if I didn't sound so slutty at the same time. But his eyes were closed, and his ears were pinned flat against his head. His muscles rippled beneath his sweat-soaked fur, his hackles quivering, showing a glimpse of his fangs. Without warning, he pushed his knot in further, and I felt it start to breach. Panic shot through me. “Fuck! STOP!!" I gave him a hard shove.


He looked down at me, panting. We stared at each other for a heated moment as we both came crashing down from the euphoria of our love-making. He wasn't angry, just disappointed and frustrated. 


“Sorry," he mumbled, looking away.


I took a moment to catch my breath. Zach was still inside me. I could feel the ever-present heat of his knot, a silent threat. “Hey," I said reassuringly. “It's okay. I just—"


“Forget it." He got up and pulled his cock out with a wet, sloppy sound that made me wince. 


“You don't want to finish?" I pulled my knees up to my chest. My erection had all but died. 


Zach kept his back to me. His tone was distant when he spoke. “No. I'm going to go shower." You mean you're going to jerk off in the bathroom, I thought with frustration. He left the room without another word and vanished into the hallway. 


I groaned and flopped back onto the bed. Yeah, It's not easy being a human in a city of anthros. Tying had always been an issue with us. I was used to having sex with human men who were mercifully short this particular canine appendage. The tension was eating at our relationship. We weren't as friendly to each other, not as affectionate, and I noticed Zach was spending more and more time in the bathroom “showering." 


I rolled onto my side and curled into a ball. I wanted to cry. I could hear my parent's voices in my head, telling me they were right, telling me I was stupid for leaving, for thinking I could make this work. Maybe they were right. Perhaps we were just too different...


*


“So, why don't you just do it?"


I sat in my favourite coffee shop, staring down at the half-empty mug in my hand. Soft jazz was playing, and the colours were warm, earthy, and inviting. “I'm just... I'm just too afraid." I hung my head in shame. I hated admitting it.


The red panda sitting across from me nodded knowingly. “I understand. It's a scary thing if you've never done it before."


Leanne was a co-worker and one of the first friends I made when I moved to the city. She was a short, dumpy woman in her late twenties with small beady eyes and enormous hair, but she was a sweetheart, not at all unattractive. She was the kind of girl you could take home to meet your parents.


I raised an eyebrow at her. “Have you ever done it?"


“Oh yes," she replied. “Many times. It hurts at first, but it feels amazing once you get used to it."


 “I don't--" I wrung my hands through my long brown hair, making my shaggy curls look even more of a disaster. “I don't know what to do! Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one in the world with this problem! I mean, you watch porn, and you see guys taking knots the size of cantaloupes, and they slide in smooth as butter. It's not fair!"


Leanne scrunched her face. “Well, that's porn, Jeremy. You can't compare yourself to those guys. Their assholes probably gape wider than the rings of Saturn."


I snorted out a laugh. As small and sweet as Leanne could be, she also had a bit of a raunchy side to her.


“I'm afraid he's going to leave me." It hurt to say it out loud. “Canine guys expect to tie. That's how canines have sex. This wouldn't be a problem If he were with a fox or a coyote. I'm not giving him what he needs. I feel so deficient, so...human."


Leanne's smile was sad and understanding. “It might be for the best."


I looked at her in surprise. “What?"


Leanne shrugged her shoulders. “If the two of you are unhappy and incompatible, it's better to cut out early before you start hating each other. The resentment is just going to build until one of you blows up."


“But…" I felt like a drowning man grasping for something to keep him afloat. "But I don't want us to break up!"


She took a dainty sip of her coffee. “Well then, do you think you're willing to give it another try?"


I drummed my fingers on the table. The thought filled me with anxiety, but if Zach and I were going to break up, it would be after we tried absolutely everything possible to save the relationship, even if it meant taking something the size of an apple in my butt.


“Yes," I finally said, more to myself than her. “Yes, I am."


“Instead of looking to porn," she suggested. “How about you look at forums and Youtube videos for advice? You can't be the only person to have this problem. It's not like canine guys are born with bigger assholes. Everyone has to go through this."


“Hey!" I sat up straight. “Hey, you're right!" I beamed at her. “Leanne, you're a genius!"


She gave a small smile and took another delicate sip of her coffee. “No. You're just an idiot."


*


I found myself sitting in the library, huddled in one of the private cubicles at the far corner of the building. I swallowed and put on my headset. A youtube video was already loaded and ready on my laptop. It was entitled “so you wanna get knotty?" I suppressed a groan and, throwing my dignity to the wind, pressed play.


A grey lynx stared into the camera. He had a dull, bored expression with flat brown eyes, partially covered by a sweeping curtain of glossy black hair (typical emo cut). He wore a ripped tank top, fishnet sleeves and was, in my opinion, the twinkies twink to ever twink out of Twink Town. Well, colour me reassured. 


“So, you wanna take your first knot..." He sounded like he was constantly on the verge of rolling his eyes. “Then you need three things, my lovelies," he held up three fingers, and I noticed he had painted his claws hot pink. “Patience, Practise, and a fuck-ton of lube."


I felt better after the video finished. A little dirty, perhaps, but also invigorated with newfound confidence. I checked my watch. I still had time to make it to the drug store before it closed.


*


I found Zach plopped on the couch with his eyes glued to the television. He didn't even hear me come in. “Hey, babe," I closed the door behind me, tossing my keys onto the kitchen table. I crossed the room and sat next to him, keeping a respectable distance. We were still cross with each other. I could feel it in the air.


He gave me a grunt of acknowledgment. He was playing some fighting game. I raised an eyebrow when the muscle-bound lizard he was battling picked up his character and promptly removed his spine in an explosion of blood and gore.  


DEFEATED, the announcer declared.


“Fuck," he mumbled again.


I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “How was… how was your day?"


He turned his head and gave me a quick, non-committal half-kiss without taking his eyes off the screen. “Good," he said before swearing when his character died again. His lips peeled back, showing a gleam of sharp, white fangs. 


I smiled as I watched him play. Zach was a good head taller than me, with smooth, silvery grey fur and hair the colour of charcoal. He wore nothing but an old black t-shirt and tartan boxers, the shirt resting nicely on his broad chest and muscular arms. I flushed, thinking back on all the nights I spent wrapped in those arms, how small and safe Zach made me feel when I fell asleep on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was a bit thick around the middle, and his stomach bunched up when he bent over or sat down--something he complained about frequently. But his extra weight never bothered me. He was mine, and I thought he was beautiful. 


Looking down, I noticed the swell of his balls and sheath through his boxers. I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. I wanted so badly to make him happy. A dark voice in my head whispered I wasn't good enough for him, I wasn't hot enough, I wasn't muscular enough, my dick was too small and… and you can't take his knot. My guts twisted in guilt and self-loathing. 


I reached out and rubbed his shoulder. “Hey," I said quietly.


His ears twitched, and he glanced at me. He must have sensed something in my tone. He paused his game and turned to face me. 


“Yeah?"Our gaze met, and I stared into those big yellow eyes. He was like a puppy dog. My heart broke a little. 


“I came to a decision today," I finally said. 


He was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded and let out a long sigh. “Alright, let's have it." He looked like he was bracing himself for something. 


I cleared my throat and nodded in determination. There was no turning back now. “I wanna try taking your knot."


He blinked in surprise. “Wait, what?"


“Yes," I reached out and touched his bare leg. “I want to try."


He gawked at me; his expression was thunderstruck. Then he burst out laughing.


“What's so funny?" I asked indignantly. 


He stopped laughing and shook his head. “I thought you were going to break up with me." 


“Oh... yeah, that makes sense."


There was an awkward silence.


“Uh, anyway," he said, brushing the subject aside. “Are you sure you want to do this?"


I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I am." His paw cupped my cheek. I smiled and leaned into his touch. 


“Okay!" He was trying to hide his excitement, but his tail wagging betrayed him. 


We were in the bedroom in no time at all. Zach was practically bouncing. I sat on the bed and pulled out my laptop. “I found a video," I told him slowly. “I think we should watch it." 


"What is it? Porn?"


I chuckled and shook my head. "No. More like an instructional video."


"Alright, sounds good!" We sat on the bed, leaning into each other, and I pressed play.


Zach blinked at the screen when the video finished. “Well…" he said. “That's not getting monetized." 


I laughed. “Probably not, but the video did have some good advice: patience, lots of lube… rimming," I added, eyeing him slyly.


He gave me a look of distaste. 


“Hey," I said sharply. “It'll help. I shouldn't be the only one doing something outside my comfort zone." I gave him a thump on the arm. “So suck it up and eat my ass."


He let out an exaggerated groan. “Fine."


I smiled and put the laptop aside. Then my hand found his paw, and I squeezed. My heart fluttered when he squeezed back. "Should we get started?"


Soon we were both naked. I was on all fours; Zach was behind me, on his knees, assuming the appropriate position. My cock twitched in anticipation. His paws grazed my hips, and I jumped. He gave a throaty chuckle, stroking me with his thumb.


“Nervous?"


I let out a shaky breath. “Yeah," I admitted, my fear and vulnerability as naked as I was.


“Don't be," he whispered. “I won't hurt you." 


"Okay... please be gentle."


He kissed the small of my back. "Always."


His paws moved down to my rear, kneading and massaging me. “You have a great ass," he said in a breathy whisper. Pride blossomed in my chest. I loved knowing he desired me. Spreading my cheeks apart, he pressed his muzzle inward and dragged his large, broad tongue up my hole. 


I shuddered at the sensation, letting out a high “oh."


He stopped. “You okay? Does that feel good?"


“Yeah!" I breathed. “Don't stop!" I reached back and all but smothered him between my cheeks. He let out a muffled sound and then resumed eating me out. It was sloppy, and he had no technique, but it was still amazing!


 Arching my back, I cried out as Zach devoured me. He growled in a predatory way that both frightened and excited me. Reaching between my legs, he wrapped his fingers around my weeping cock, milking me with slow, torturous strokes.  


After what felt like hours, he pulled his face back, panting like a swimmer coming up for air. My trembling arms and legs finally gave out, and I collapsed onto the mattress.


“Oh... oh my god, Zach." He climbed over me, the hard swell of his stomach pushing into the curve of my back.


“Ready for more?" His voice was rough and throaty. He ground his cock between my asscheeks. Yes, Zach, talk to me just like that! Be rough with me, dominate me, make me yours, take me, make me your bitch!


“Yes!" I cried out with complete abandon. “Fuck me!"


Seizing my hips, he hiked my ass into the air, forcing me to present myself to him. He growled his approval and wrapped his arms around my chest, pinning me in place. His strength and masculine authority thrilled me. Pressing the end of his tapered cock against my hole, he tortured me with shallow thrusts that never quite breached. 


“You want it, slut?" He breathed into my ear. "Tell me how bad you want it."


Reaching behind me, I grabbed his thighs and yanked him forward. His cock sunk into me, and I let out a long satisfied moan. The swell of his strange canine shaft stretched like no human. Zach pressed his forehead into my back, letting out harsh, unintelligible sounds. 


Then we were lost in each other, our passion consuming us. Zach pummeled me with hard, powerful thrusts, which rocked my whole body. The world shrunk to the size of our bed. There was nothing outside this room, this apartment, no awareness but for the explosive pleasure rippling through me.


Suddenly, he stopped, and reality came rushing back. 


“What?" I gasped. “What's wrong?" I looked over my shoulder to find him already staring at me. And then I felt it, wedged between my cheeks, large as an apple and hot, so very hot.


My fear returned.“... Zach," I said slowly. It wasn't a question. I needed to say his name. I wanted him to know I was afraid. I wondered if that would make him back off or if it would only make him take me harder. And why did the thought excite me so much? 


His expression was stoic. He already had the bottle of lube I got from the drugstore in his paw. Without breaking eye contact, he turned it over and squeezed. A fat glob of translucent fluid seeped out. There was a gross, squishing sound as he smeared lube on his knot. My breath caught in my throat. It was going to happen this time. 


"Wait..."


He watched me warily, afraid I was going to back out again. Instead, I rolled over onto my back and raised my legs. Missionary was my favourite position. I liked being able to see his face, to look into his eyes while he fucked me. 


Smiling, he crawled on top of me until our noses were touching. "This," he whispered. "Is going to be so hot."


And it was.


We went at it with reckless enthusiasm. The headboard creaked and slammed against the wall with a rhythmic pounding. The fur on Zach's waist and thighs was damp with sweat and lube, and it made distracting sounds when he ground himself against me, trying to achieve depths just out of reach. He forced his knot against my hole, and my body yawned to accept it. My eyes went wide with panic and shock. We had never got this far. I steeled myself against my anxiety and pushed up to meet his thrusts. 


His knot sunk in deeper, and Zach let out a bestial growl. There was a primal glint in his eyes I had never seen before. Instinct had taken over. All he knew was the urge boiling in his blood, the desire to fuck, to tie, to cum, and breed. 


"Ah, Zack!" I clawed at his back and bit his neck hard. He growled and raked his claws down my chest, drawing angry red welts in my skin. 


When his knot finally popped in, Zach buried his face in my neck and let out a low, almost mournful howl. It was like an explosion of fireworks behind my eyes. My body spasmed. I yanked handfuls of his fur and pounded my fists against his back. Out! Out! My body screamed. It was too much! I wasn't ready! I could never be ready! 


“Guh… but…!" I writhed and thrashed. The mass inside of me swelled, growing larger than I thought possible. My insides clamped around the intruder. I tried to push it out, but it was too big and much too deep. 


“I-I can't! It-it's too much! Zach, please! Oh, please!" Tears welled in my eyes. It hurt too much and felt too good. 


But it was too late. We were tied together. 


Then Zach's mouth was in front of mine. “Shh. It's okay, babe." He silenced my cries with a tender kiss. I clutched at him like a life preserver. "I got you," he said. "I got you."


He started thrusting again, gentler this time. “I love you," he whispered in my ear.“I love you so much, Jeremy." My heart leaped. I wanted to say it back; I wanted to take his face in my hands and plant kisses all over his muzzle: my Zachary, my wolf. I love you too. But forming words was beyond my current capacity. 


Zach's climax came on sudden and powerful, and mine soon followed, both of us crying out in ecstasy. My body meekly surrendered its release, the evidence of my orgasm dribbling onto my stomach. Zach collapsed on top of me with a grunt, smothering me beneath a mass of hot, damp fur. My entire body tingled with sensation. I didn't think I'd ever move again. 


“Oh my god," he panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 


“I know," I replied, or I might have just groaned. Zach snaked his arms under my neck and nuzzled me. I could still feel his knot. It throbbed in sync with his heart as he continuously drained cum into my body.  


“How long..."


“Dunno," he said, breathless. “Twenty minutes? Maybe more?"


I whimpered. Twenty minutes? He might as well have said twenty hours.


“It's okay." He ran his tongue up my cheek. "Try and relax."


 "It's a bit hard to do that with your knot crushing my prostate." I laughed.


 He grinned. "Yeah, I guess we're stuck together." Suddenly, he rolled onto his back, taking me along with him. I gasped as his knot shifted inside me. He let out a contented sigh and hugged me into his chest. 


"D-dick," I said, trembling with pleasure. "I think you're enjoying this."


He looked innocent and playful. "Hmm. Don't know." He flexed his cock, causing me to moan. "Am I?"


I punched his chest. "Maybe I should top you and see how you like it."


Zach rolled his eyes. "Babe, we both know you're the world's biggest bottom." 


I giggled. "Yeah, I guess that was an idle threat."


"To be honest... I like that you're tied to me." He held me possessively. 


I smiled. "Yeah, I like it too." I laid my head against his chest, listening to his heart. He kissed the top of my head and closed his eyes. We were going to be here a while...


*


The next time I walked into Zach's apartment, I did so with a bit more bounce in my step. I found him leaning over the stove, stirring a small pot of soup. It looked like chicken noodle and crackers for dinner tonight. My wolf was not a very good cook, but I wouldn't trade something he made for the finest gourmet dinner. 


 I threw my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him. His lips stretched into a smile, and he returned the kiss, straightening his back until I had to stand on the tips of my toes. 


“Hey you," he whispered, running his claws through my curly hair. 


“Hi." I couldn't stop kissing him. It was like the last few months had never happened. I reached down and cupped his bulge. I was hungry for something other than soup.


Zach growled his approval and pulled me closer; his fur tickled wherever it touched my bare skin. 


“Someone's a little frisky," he teased.


“Someone's a little impatient," I insisted, dragging him back towards the bedroom. He laughed against my mouth and quickly turned the dial on the stove down to zero. I had his clothes off before we were out of the kitchen. Dinner was going to be late tonight.


THE END