“An Old Fashioned for the old fashioned!”

The server flashed a flirty smile as she dropped off Charles’ drink with a small clatter, sliding it smoothly to the waiting wolf. Charles smiled and nodded but didn’t hear a word - the music much too loud. It was an accurate statement nonetheless: the young wolf certainly looked old fashioned. Only halfway through his twenties, he was dressed in a pair of dark khakis, brown loafers, and a light blue pastel polo shirt. Much like his drink, he was totally overdressed for this club. He would have no way of knowing better though; this really wasn’t his scene.

He looked around the room, situated at a table against the wall looking out into the crowd. Everything around him was a dim, ugly purple set on some sort of dark wood, but it was impossible to tell through the constantly strobing and color changing lights, pulsating each time with the bass of music he had no interest in. Above the bar hung a neon sign in bright, sultry letters reading “The Hole,” an obvious double entendre as the bar goers shmoozed and flirted with each other in slurred, vaguely coded language. The dance floor was totally packed, filled with easily a hundred people that looked around his own age, but looked nothing like him, dressed in anything from baggy hoodies and sweatpants to hardly anything at all. He should have just stayed home, he thought to himself. This isn’t him.

And if you had asked Charles why he came to this club in the first place, he probably couldn’t tell you. Charles was mild-natured guy - an accountant - and a rather proper person, more comfortable in the workplace where the rules of social interaction were rather firmly set and predictable. He couldn’t stand the randomness, the chaotic nature of bars and clubs that made him feel unsafe. He watched two foxes, obviously already intoxicated, sling back a double shot each of cheap vodka. He grimaced and took a sip of his drink.

Even if he couldn’t explain why he was in the club, he knew he was looking for something. He didn’t know what, but no matter how comfortable his life was - no matter how much he truly did enjoy it - there was something he wanted. Why in God’s name he had thought that he’d find it in a loud, raucous place like this was beyond him, but as he walked home from work that night, he couldn’t stop himself from stepping in. What was the harm in one drink?

This continued for a half hour; Charles people watched and absentmindedly flipped through his phone while nursing his drink, pontificating to himself about what could possibly be so interesting or exciting about a club like this. But with no real activity or interests to stop him, he finished his drink much quicker than he intended, having taken a small sip every couple seconds without even realizing it. He groaned as he looked down and noticed he was drinking what was left of some melted ice cubes with the aftertaste of bitters. “Well,” he figured, “I came in, I had a drink. There’s nothing for me here.” He sat up straight, but just as he began gathering his affairs, the server had returned, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Oh hey there sweetie, you weren’t leaving on us yet, where you? I’ve got another drink for you!” She said in an upbeat, playfully disappointed tone.

“I’m sorry, excuse me?” Charles replied, a little flustered. He startled easily.

“Yeah, from that man over there!” She gestured vaguely to the bar. It was unclear as to who she could be referring to. “Don’t you think you can stay for one more? It’s another Old Fashioned!”

Charles thought to himself. He’d never say no to another drink, especially a free one, but getting hit on wasn’t in his itinerary, especially from some drunk stranger he’d never met - hell, he didn’t even knew what he looked like, considering all he knew was he was one of the three dozen people at the bar. But he could tell his internal vacillating was only irritating the server who had plenty of work to be done, so he smiled and nodded as he took the glass, slinking into his chair as he waited for his mystery donor to reveal himself, secretly hoping he wouldn’t show up at all.

He wondered what could have possibly made him stand out as a target, outside of obviously not fitting in. Charles wasn’t unattractive by any stretch of the imagination: he was a smaller, slender guy - much smaller than average - and though devoid of any distinguishing markings or features, he was undeniably cute. His light grey coat held a sheen from his constant maintenance, his dark hair meticulously tousled in a “it totally didn’t take me twenty minutes to get it to look this nice” sort of style, and a glimmer to his deep, brown eyes that couldn’t be manufactured (and goodness knows he tried.) It’s not that he was vain, he just liked to present himself professionally. What’s wrong with that?

But his train of thought would be cut short as he heard the scraping of a chair next to him. He turned and found himself staring directly at the chest of someone much larger than himself. He looked up, finding himself eye to eye with a large, gruff grizzly bear. There was little that he could tell at this angle and light about the man; he was easily a foot taller, that much was obvious, and definitely more than twice the weight of Charles’ string bean self. His fur was a dark chocolate brown, but tufted and speckled in places while matted in others, especially around his neck and chest. He figured the stranger was some sort of manual laborer; Charles could only assume his appearance was the result of sweat. What he couldn’t pin was the Grizzly’s age - though obviously older than himself and the general clientele of the club, which seemed to be no older than Charles himself, Charles could not easily tell much more than that as a result of the constantly changing lights and messy fur that made him look older than he could possibly be. He looked like he was in his late forties, but he’d hate to make that assumption.

“Hey there bud, enjoying the drink?” the Grizzly asked in a tone that, while likely sincere, sounded a little patronizing. The voice didn’t shed any light as to his age, especially as he half-yelled over the music. He took a long swig out of a tall glass, probably some sort of beer.

“Yeah, thanks,” Charles replied, yelling in like. “I like anything with a dark liquor.”

“I could tell. You’re the only guy in the whole joint ordering an Old Fashioned in a place like this,” the Grizzly chuckled a deep rumble of a laugh, which Charles swore made the table vibrate. But of course that was probably just the music. Charles could only respond with a shrug as he took a sip, wondering if he was being harassed. The bear could see the standoffish expression in Charles’ eyes, glaring untrustingly, so he extended a paw. “Chip’s the name,” he smiled warmly.

Charles took the bears paw and found himself crushed inside it. Calloused and weathered, though warm, the bear held his paw like a vice, feeling he could easily be swung like a baseball bat in this situation if Chip was so inclined. “Uhm, Charles,” he replied, shaking his hand a little as his grip is released, “nice to meet you.”

The bear chuckled again, noticing the slight grimace on Charles’ face. “Nice to meet ya, Charlie! Sorry bout that. I’m not used to shaking hands with uh... you know, someone like you.”

Charles figured he knew what Chip meant by that, but his brow furrowed regardless as he continued to wonder if he was being made fun of. 

“Oh come on, I mean a pipsqueak! No offense, of course... but I work the quarry, ain’t nobody there any smaller than I am.” Chip quickly tried to recover, noticing Charles’ quizzical look. He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing, “sorry kid, I come off a little crude sometimes. Actually I come off as a little stupid, truth be told.”

Charles laughed and shook his head, taking another sip of his drink as he gestured toward himself. “It’s fine, I understand, I really do. I say stupid things all the time just because I didn’t think it through beforehand.” Chip’s expression relaxed, giving a warm smile as the two of them realized there was no hostility.  The bear reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and gesturing toward the door. “Want to step out for a second? I need a break away from all this noise.” 

Charles didn’t really smoke anymore since he graduated college, but if it meant getting away from the incoherent screeching of the music he was being subjected to, he could make an exception. Besides, he couldn’t leave his new friend at least until he finished the drink Chip had gotten him. “Sure, lead the way,” he said, grabbing his coat from the back of his seat and drink from the table as he stands up, eyeing the room, no wall or door visible behind the scores of men dancing like fools in front of them. In no reality would he be able to find the door himself.

The bear stood up in tandem, sidestepping Charles’ seat as he began to trudge through the crowd, Charles following closely behind. Charles was amused watching the crowd part like the Red Sea as the big hulking mass of bear simply made the space as he walked. After a couple minutes the two had arrived at an emergency exit toward the back corner of the club, the lights in the sign burnt out and the door itself vandalized with crude graffiti of illegible names and genitalia. “Don’t worry,” Chip reassured Charles, “this is the smoker spot these days, they disabled the alarms ages ago.” He pushed open the door and walked out, holding it for Charles as he stepped through.

There was little of note outside. The door had led to the alley, where a couple small, old metal patio tables and chairs scattered around the brick walls without pattern or purpose. A couple lights hung above the doorway, flickering intermittently. A couple more patrons were outside enjoying a cigarette, talking amongst themselves and no more sober than the people inside. Charles appreciated how well insulated the building was; acoustically, he heard little but small bumps of bass from the moment the door closed - finally he had a brief respite from the music. But the building had been so warm and crowded he neglected to realize just how cold it had gotten outside, shivering as he slumped into one of the chairs, zipping up his coat and bundling himself inside it and tying off the hood. Chip could only laugh. 

“Cold, eh? Never thought about how bad it must be when you’re so tiny. I can’t feel shit!” The grizzly guffawed, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it next to Charles, plopping down with a small huff. He pulled his pack of cigarettes back out, taking one and lighting it with a slow, long drag before passing the pack and lighter to Charles. Charles obliged, doing the same as he held in the smoke for several seconds before letting it pass through his nose. He forgot how much he enjoyed smoking, which is exactly why he tried not to do it. But this was an exception, he figured. Besides, he’d been drinking, and they were Camboros!

The two sat in silence for a couple minutes, taking drags from their cigarettes, Chip taking a swig every now and again of his beer. Charles couldn’t imagine having an ice cold drink in this temperature.  Now that they were outside in lights that weren’t flashing and changing color by the second, Charles could finally size up the bear next to him. The bear had come in wearing stained, nearly whitewashed jeans - likely from stone dust and dirt - and a vaguely designed pale red work shirt under his equally weathered leather jacket. He had obviously walked right into the club from the moment work had let out. But even under all of his clothing he could see that the grizzly was not only big, he was muscular. He did not seem to have the definition of a bodybuilder, but his size was not made up entirely by fat: there was something to back it all up. The man’s fur was tangled and matted from a days work, but there was a slight graying of the muzzle that did not come from hard manual labor. The man looked good for his age, but he was definitely older than Charles.   Eventually, Chip spoke up.

“So what’re you doin’ here, kid?”

Charles had dreaded the question, so he played coy. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is you look like you’ve never left an office in your life.” Chip replied rather seriously, glaring a little as he eyed the wolf up and down. The new environment shed no more light on Charles for the grizzly, especially as the little wolf sat cross legged and bundled under his coat. “You came to The Hole looking like you just left the golf course, you order a drink I forgot even existed, but you’re not dancing and you’re not fucking. I don’t even think you’re drunk!” Charles only shrugged, which seemed to agitate the bear slightly.

“Come on boy, you came here for something. You didn’t want to be here, that much is obvious.”

“What, a guy can’t go to a club for a good time?” Charles replied back with a playful grin, to which Chip growled through a scowl, making Charles recoil.

“You aren’t here for a good time though, that’s my goddamn point, Charlie” he huffed, then realized his mistake and sighed. “Sorry ‘bout that, shouldn’t be taking anything out on you. But you can see what I’m saying, right? This ain’t a good time for you, I could tell that from the moment you sat down.”

Charles shrugged again, but upon seeing the budding reaction of agitation again from Chip quickly began to stammer, “I mean, I really don’t know...” But Chip was adamant. 

“You do know, though! You hate it here but you could have left at any point. I bought you a drink and you could have easily walked away, but you stayed. Why? That’s my whole question, why?”

Chip just didn’t know how to pin the kid. He came to The Hole plenty, and he came with a goal in mind. He liked to take home a shy boy, or at least a naive boy, but while he could easily put Charles in either category, he just didn’t seem to fit into the line of men he was used to pursuing. But that only intrigued the bear.

Charles had not answered yet, finally courageous enough to take a sip of his drink, making him shiver in the cold air. Chip continued.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But obviously there’s a reason that you came in. There was something you must have felt for you to make a stop like this. I’ve been here plenty to know that your kind wouldn’t be here if you didn’t have a reason.” Again, Charles gave a look of offense, to which the bear growled softly. “You gotta stop that shit, kid. This ain’t banter anymore. You know what I mean. You could at least do me the courtesy of taking me seriously.”

Charles felt bad, finally making the realization that there were no games being played at anyone’s expense. Though maybe the grizzly bought the drink with the expectation of a tit-for-tat arrangement, that wasn’t his focus anymore. Chip really just wanted to figure him out. Charles didn’t want to talk about it, about to pose that Chip’s guess was as good as his own, but he knew that wasn’t the truth. Charles took a deep breath and sighed.

“I’m... so boring.” He began. Chip tilted his head slightly, but said nothing.

“I love my life. I love what I do. I love my work, I love going to meetings, I love going home to a book and a quiet house...” he trailed off. Chip knew where this was going, but wanted to hear it from the young wolf’s mouth.

“I love it, but that’s because it’s comfortable.” Charles sighed, shrugging mostly to himself as he took another drag from his cigarette, at this point almost burnt down to the filter, giving him a rough taste he ignored as he continued to speak. “I just want to feel something that... you know.”

Chip finally spoke up. “Know what?”

“I want to feel something just because I want to do it, you know? I want passion, and to make stupid decisions, and act on my emotions, and...” suddenly Charles was whimpering and rambling, giving vague and pitiful anecdotes about his life to the bear’s lent ear, a feeling of catharsis washing over him as he finally began articulating things he never thought he could actually say out loud. Chip lit another cigarette for himself and the wolf, listening to the young man in a rather heartfelt manner explain just how trapped he’s felt in the life he had created for himself, so bogged down by the trauma of his childhood (that Chip couldn’t particularly make out giving how vague and blubbery Charles’ confessions had become) that he felt unsafe ever doing anything for himself without it being part of some predetermined itinerary.

It was several minutes before Charles had finished. His drink finished and smoke ashed, his stammering finally gave way to small sobs. “Goddamn that liquor,” he thought to himself, realizing that without it he would have never laid his heart out on the table like that, especially to a stranger like this. It only made him more upset as his sobs became loud, heaving cries. The rest of the smokers had left by now, they were all alone.

Chip suddenly became very uncomfortable. He had gotten exactly the answer he had wanted, but at that point the answer had become his end game. He didn’t know what to do anymore, looking at the young wolf with tears running down his face as he desperately tried to hide them behind his paws. He wrapped an arm around Charles, sighing and rubbing his back as he did so.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed ya, kid. We all have our problems, I shouldn’t have judged you for trying to solve ‘em, ya know?” Chip said, but he got no response outside of half-stifled cries. Without warning, Charles had thrown his arms around the grizzly, burying his face in his chest as he let the cries out. In no other universe would Charles had let this happen, but he couldn’t handle it. He hadn’t cried like this in years. Chip had never been a shoulder to cry on, so he had no clue how to respond. He continued to rub Charles’ back supportingly.

After several minutes, Charles pulled himself away, drying his tears with his fingers as he slowly regained his composure, trying to even out his breaths. Finally as he felt in control of himself again, he realized the situation and blushed profusely, turning away in his chair.

“I think-I think I need to go. I’m so sorry, thanks for th-the drink though...” he murmured, standing up out of his seat, his legs shaking as he tried to finish composing himself before letting himself be seen in public, but Chip placed a paw on his shoulder, pushing him back down into his seat without much effort, shaking his head. 

“No, no buddy, it’s okay, it’s okay...” he said unsure what sort of advice to part to the wolf, pulling him closer and rubbing his back once more; it was all he could think of to do. “Sometimes... you know, life gets rough. It’s different for all of us. Trust me... I’m not one to judge. I’m just one to get curious, ya know? Sorry if I pried too far in.”

Charles shook his head in response, still suppressing small whimpers. “I knew what I was getting myself into. It’s fine, really...” He still wanted to leave, but he had never been so open with someone before, and it felt nice to be held by his confidant. He sighed and nosed himself back into the bear’s chest, finally able to get his breathing under control as he sighed into his shirt.

Chip didn’t know what to do, but suddenly he felt protective of the little wolf in his arms. He didn’t want anything to happen to him. So he just leaned back in his chair and held the young man, stroking his back and through his hair, pressing him closer to his chest.

“We can go back in whenever you want, just take your time...” he cooed softly into Charles’ ear. But both men had gotten exactly what they had wanted from each other. There was no telling where the night could progress from there.

—

The two sat outside for nearly another hour, Chip having run back in to grab the couple another drink, this time both with a glass of a neat honey whiskey (and doubles at that!). They continued to smoke through the grizzly’s pack of cigarettes, nearly finished by the time both had finished their drinks. What was initially Charles’ pity party become like seeing an old friend for the first time in years, the two chatting and laughing loudly together as they drank and smoke much quicker than either would normally allow themselves to. The club was still crowded and thumping, not even quite midnight, making both unwilling to try and subject themselves to that zoo again, especially for Charles, the alcohol hitting him like a train, making him feel flushed.

“So ah... I don’t think I want to go back in. I’m good for the night,” Chip said abruptly, looking at the door as several drunken patrons rushed out of the side door, overwhelming the two with heat and noise for several second as the group pushed their way past each other, laughing and hooting obnoxiously. Apparently they really needed some nicotine. That or to cool down for a while, thought Charles. But he agreed.

“Yeah, I don’t think I want to go back in period... it was a neat experience I guess, but I think I’ve satisfied that chapter of my life,” Charles responded, watching an absolutely plastered cheetah heave into a dumpster, stumbling about as what he assumed was the cat’s friends trying to keep him steady. But that made Chip chuckle.

“Aw come on, that big change in routine you wanted was to cry on a stranger? You’re saying that’s all you came here for? I’m calling bullshit!” He reached under Charles’ hood and ruffled his hair, making Charles glare in response for a couple moments before returning the smile.

“You’re right, you’re right. I could always give it another shot. But I think I’m good for tonight, at least. I don’t think I want to go home though... it just seems so sad right now,” Charles admitted, to which Chip nodded knowingly; Chip knew he wouldn’t want to be alone after an emotional outburst like that. A brief pause followed before Charles continued, “If you’re done here as well, what were your plans?”

“Shit, I don’t know. I ain’t got work tomorrow so I figured if nothing happened tonight I’d just go home and watch the game I recorded,” replied the bear, trying not to pay attention to the loudness of the drunken tomfoolery taking place around them. The vomiting cheetah had passed out in one of the chairs near the dumpster while those who did not take his place at the dumpster joked and laughed loudly amongst themselves, mostly at the expense of the lighter weights. “All I know is people are acting damn fools tonight.”

“Well that sounds like fun,” responded Charles, who despite his appearance was quite a sports aficionado. “Who’s playing?”

“Eh, it’s Baltimore and Washington. I don’t expect much but I gotta pull for my team, ya know?” The grizzly chuckled, knowing full well his team wouldn’t win tonight. But he was interested in something else once again. The emotional cards had been laid on the table more than an hour prior, and considering the last hour had been filled with booze and jesting among friends, he began to remember what his intent was in visiting the club in the first place, licking his lips as he glanced at Charles. He put a hand on the wolf’s shoulder, smiling warmly, but with a hint of something Charles couldn’t quite place. “You want to watch? You said you don’t wanna go home just yet. We can grab a couple beers from the corner store right next door, or maybe a handle of somethin’. I actually live right over there,” Chip gestured toward a mid-sized apartment building not half a block down.

Charles was none the wiser; he was an experienced drinker, but not a heavy drinker, and for once in his life he felt no real inhibitions or feelings of dread toward an unexpected offer like that. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind getting drunk and watching the birds lose again!” He said confidently, almost surprising himself that he would take up an offer like that on the first try without a rain check. He stood up briskly, but found himself immediately back down in his chair as he felt the alcohol-induced headrush send him back onto his ass, much to Chip’s amusement.

“Oh goodness, here,” he said, grabbing Charles under the armpit and lifting him to his feet with minimal effort, chuckling at the little wolf wavering just slightly in place. “You sure you’re good? We can always wait for another game,” he said, not particularly interested in letting Charles leave, but never one to force an issue like this or do something unsavory.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good! Let’s go!” He said, taking a couple tentative steps before hooking his arm around that of his new bear friend and trying (though unsuccessfully) to lead him down the alley toward the street. Chip shook his head however, finding the young man’s intoxication comical but endearing. “No sir, you’re gonna let me lead. There’s no telling what trouble you’re going to get into otherwise,” he said playfully, though commandingly, to which Charles responded with a mock salute as he stood up straight. “Sir, yes sir!” He said with the timbre of a new recruit before laughing rather loudly to himself.

—

The two had meandered into the corner store and picked up a six pack of the grizzly’s favorite beer (one that Charles hadn’t seen before, but it was cheap) and a small bottle of a high proof whisky that Charles was more than happy to pay for, much to the chagrin of the elderly otter running the counter, ready to get away from the block’s drunken hijinx, and Charles’ loud, foolish demeanor wasn’t helping in the slightest.

Chip lived on the third floor of the apartment complex. Though from the outside the dark brick had given the building a rather dingy look, the inside was rather clean with bright wood paneling and freshly polished linoleum. Chip liked how unassuming the place was for how nice it looked from the inside, as did Charles, who couldn’t keep that thought to himself.

“Wow, it’s actually pretty nice in here!” He said as the two reached the third floor landing, looking around at nothing of particular note. He glanced outside the hall window and saw no signs of the craziness outside slowing down any time soon.

“What’s that supposed to mean? A dirty old bear should be living in a dirty old place?” Chip asked jokingly, opening the door to his apartment as he stepped inside, gesturing to the wolf.

“No no no! I mean, like, uh... I mean it looked so... no, you know, I mean!...” Charles tried desperately to find a pragmatic way to phrase it, knowing full well the bear was joking but himself unable to communicate his thoughts clearly, but he was cut off.

“Naw, it’s ugly as shit from the outside, don’t think I don’t know it,” Chip said, playfully punching Charles’ arm softly. “But it’s nicer on the inside. Trust me, the room’s the same way if you still wanna come in,” he said as he gestured with one paw toward the apartment and the other raising the bag with the twos’ spoils for the night. Charles nodded without hesitation, walking through the open door propped up by the grizzly.

Chip was a quarry worker with little interest in material things. He liked to work then come home and enjoy a drink and a smoke while watching television. Some clubs on the weekends, too. But as a result, his apartment was little more than a locker room most of the time, the fixtures and floors nearly immaculate outside of some dust on the lesser used appliances. Chip walked over toward the couch situated on the back wall near the small hallway Charles could only assume led to the bathroom and bedroom, setting the booze on the coffee table and plopping himself down with a loud groan from both the couch and himself as he took out a bottle and popped it open. “Here, I’ll get the game ready. Your liquor is over here, and there’s a bathroom over there if ya need it,” he said with a smile as he relaxed into a reclined position, eyeing Charles who was still standing toward the doorway, still taking in his surroundings.

Charles had been stuck inside his own head, thinking about nothing of importance or interest before the bear brought him back to reality. He chuckled and nodded in response. “Thanks, I appreciate it. You have shot glasses?” He asked politely, glancing around the kitchen behind him.

“Yeah, top shelf in the middle, I think. If they aren’t there they’re in that cabinet up top.” Chip replied, to which Charles padded over and rifled through for a couple moments before lifting two shot glasses above his head in a triumphant pose.

“Found ‘em!” He said happily, his tail swishing gingerly as he brought both over to the coffee table. He rather unceremoniously managed to wrench the cork out, flicking drops of whisky into his face and made his nose burn slightly before pouring two generous shots into the freshly procured glasses. “Bottoms up!” He said, lifting his while handing the other to Chip, who was not expecting the shot but always happy to get a little drunker.

“Cheers, mate,” he replied before shooting it back immediately while Charles did the same, Chip taking a long swig of his beer afterword and clearing his throat. “Urgh, that was a little rough there bud,” he chuckled before coughing a couple times, the burn hitting the back of his throat more than he had expected. Goddamn it was cheap shit. Charles had no reaction of the sort.

“Aw come on, it’s not that bad!” replied the wolf in a chipper tone, placing his shot glass down and throwing himself onto the couch opposite of the grizzly beside him, not that it meant much; that bear nearly took up two cushions!

Chip grumbled something playfully as he shook his head, still mashing on the remote’s buttons before finally the game roared to life, thirty big, hulking men standing on the screen just moments away from the whistle that meant all hell was about to break loose. With a satisfied sigh he kicked his feet up onto the table and put his paws behind his head. He was ready to see where the night would head, discreetly pouring another two shots before turning his attention back to the game.

—
Charles was plastered. Chip, a much bigger man, could hold his liquor much better, but was still well beyond the threshold of intoxicated. The game was over relatively quickly; Chip much preferred to watch the games after the fact so he could skip through the ads and break times, which meant within an hour, the game was over. His team had lost, but that was no surprise. He had a new goal in mind anyway. Well, he did until Charles, who had been giggly and playful with the bear’s conversation throughout the game, finally stood up and spoke.

“Hey, thanksh for inviting me over! I p-probably need to head *hic* back now though,” he said through a drunken slur, obviously happy and having a great time.

“Shit...” Chip thought to himself. This kid was definitely too drunk to get himself back home, and he’d feel bad trying to seduce someone so exceedingly out of it. Liquor was a great social lubricant, but there was definitely such a thing as overdoing it, which became apparent to Chip as he watched the little wolf sway in place. He shook his head, “why don’t you hit the bathroom real quick, splash some water on your face first. Then we’ll see about getting you home.”

Charles wanted none of that, though. Honestly, he really didn’t want to go home, either. So he did the only thing that made sense to do in his addled mind: he flopped on top of Chip, draping himself over his lap. “Aw come onnnnn *hic*, I don’t need nothing like that!” Chip, surprised, just shook his head, eyeing the wolf now making himself comfortable in his lap.

“Whatcha need is to go home, but you ain’t goin’ on your own, alright? Let me get myself a little more sober and I’ll walk you home, alright?”

“Aw come onnnnn!” Charles whined again, making pleading eyes with Chip as he looked up toward him. “Can’t I just stay here?”

Chip paused. The wolf was all over the place and was likely no more sure than Chip as to what he wanted, but Chip liked the prospect. Besides, what was he gonna do otherwise, just get drunk by himself and watch some game highlights? Even if nothing happened with Charles, he’d at least get a cutie to cuddle for the night. He ruminated over this for several minutes, Charles blissfully aware as he continued to snuggle into the grizzly’s lap, before Chip finally spoke up. “I guess there ain’t no shame in that. Why don’t you grab yourself another drink, I need to shower. I’m fuckin’ gross right now. Remote’s on the end table, you look smart, you can figure it out.” He gently placed his paws under the wolf’s back and pulled him into a sitting position beside him before standing up, dusting himself off and looking down at the goofy-smiled man beneath him. “Just bang on the door if you need somethin’, alright? I’ll be right out.”

Charles nodded excitedly. “Okay! I’ll be here!” He said, shuffling himself over to the bear’s place on the couch and kicking his feet up in a jocular emulation of Chip, making the bear chuckle as he walked away, closing the bathroom door behind him.

—

Chip covered his mouth with one paw, stifling what would have been a roaringly loud moan into little more than some light squeaks as he came, painting the tiled wall of the shower with sticky ropes of his seed as he pumped on his sensitive cock, sweating in heat and exhaustion as the shower immediately washed him clean. He wanted that wolf so badly, but if he was going to claim his prize he wanted to do it fair and square, or at least on Charles’ terms. Besides, that’s what he liked most: making a shy boy make the first move. But that aside, he wasn’t about to find himself grinding into the wolf’s taut little butt in the middle of the night without him realizing it, so he took care of his more primal needs while he had the moment to himself. As he regained his breath he composed himself, turning the water off as he placed a paw against the wall, leaning against it as he felt his heartbeat slowly normalize. After a few minutes he shook his head, water droplets sprinkling around him as he stepped out of the shower doors. It had only been about twenty minutes, he figured. It wasn’t long after he first touched himself that he had came, so most of the time was spent cleaning off the massive amounts of sweat and dirt he had managed to accumulate around his chest and neck from a hard day’s work, having been hidden by his shirt for the majority of the day. He smeared the steam around on the mirror, sighing as he looked at himself: goddamn did he get fluffy when he got wet. He chuckled and grabbed the towel, drying himself off as briskly as possible, though careful not to touch the sensitive flesh still hanging between his legs, still somewhat erect and threatening to perk right back up if given the opportunity. Slowly but surely his monstrous mane was tamed and back against his body where it belonged, little flips and cowlicks still obvious from where he didn’t pay enough attention. He grimaced as pulled on a pair of loose, gray brief-style underwear, scraping against his tip and making him quiver at the shock of stimulation, careful to rest his member next to his legs as not to seem too obvious. He took another minute to ensure his decency (or as much as he was willing to offer in his own home) before stepping back out the door.

Charles had made himself comfortable in his absence. He had put on some sort of adult animation show Chip wasn’t too familiar with and giggling to himself. The wolf had a silly smile on his face, though one of genuine contentedness, as he laughed at the misfortunes of one of the characters on the television. Chip couldn’t help but notice that about half of the whisky bottle was almost gone, and while there was only so much to begin with, it still surprised him, especially since the wolf seemed still relatively cognizant, or at least hadn’t blacked out. He also couldn’t help but notice the wolf’s crumpled coat sitting in the armchair adjacent to the couch, his shirt nested inside it. As he turned the corner he could see the shirtless wolf in all his glory, his grey chest fur just as silky as what he presented, though tufted and fluffy unlike the more professional appearance Charles preferred to exude in public. “Oh hey Sship!” He said excitedly; Charles had lost himself in the television in his stupor and had forgotten he wasn’t in his own home, let alone there being anyone else being around. He pushed himself up onto all fours, his hands on the armrest as he looked at the towering grizzly above himself. “Oh my god, you’re so cute!” He squealed, reaching up and tousling the grizzly’s chest hair before realizing how inappropriate that must have been. “Oopsh, shorry!” He giggled, not worrying too much. Chip was nice, he thought. He wouldn’t take offense.

Chip shook his head with a smile, amused but still conflicted. “No worries, bud,” but he was quickly interrupted.

“Wait, why aren’t you wearing pantsh?” He asked, head tilted and not so discreetly eyeing his friend up and down.

“Because this is my house,” Chip replied simply. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” He retorted, a look of facetious indignation as he matted his fur back down.

“Uh, well at the *hic* time I thought it was my housh, too!” He said before collapsing back on the couch in laughter, trying to prop himself back up onto his knees as he began reaching for his shirt, but the bear took a step forward between him and his clothes.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind one bit,” he said in a genuinely reassuring tone before placing a paw between the armrest and the now sitting Charles and sliding him with ease several inches to the side, reclaiming his space on the couch with a smirk as he looked down at the bewildered wolf.  “I will be heading to bed soon though, it’s late. You can take the couch if you want, I have some blankets and pillows over there somewhere,” he said as he gestured toward a chest near the television, covered in dust and obviously not frequently used.

“Awww, can’t I shleep with you?” Asked Charles in a pleading tone. Truth be told, he didn’t know why he asked and would have easily passed out on the couch without intervention in the next couple minutes if left unattended. But he knew he liked Chip and he just looked so snuggly that he couldn’t help himself but ask.  Chip, however, as much as he had looked forward to that question earlier in the night wasn’t sure.

“Eh, I don’t know bud. It’s late and uh...” he started, but again he was interrupted.

“Awww, why not, you’re sho cuuute!” Charles whined with a little blush on his face. Wow, even as drunk as he was he knew that was out of character for himself, but he let it slide. He reached back up and began rubbing the bear’s belly, surprisingly firm with core muscle under the big, fluffy pad of fur covering it. “He must be so snuggly,” he had thought to himself. Chip didn’t know what to do, but he knew he liked the feeling.

“Fine, you can sleep with me, but no funny business, alright?” He said in mock defeat, hoisting the young man to his feet knowing that he was likely to hurt himself or break something if left to fend for himself. “And I ain’t puttin’ on clothes neither, this is how I sleep.” But that was of little consequence to Charles, paw-in-paw with the bear as he led him to his bedroom.

As they walked in, Charles could see that the bedroom looked fairly small, but as he looked around he realized that in reality, most of the room was taken up by a humongous bed, not only  long and wide to support the bear, but also sat nearly a whole foot higher than his own at home. “Oh my god!” He slurred aloud, “this bed is fucking huge!” Much to the delight of the bear, who laughed in earnest. “God you really are tiny, aren’t you?” Chip replied, lifting him onto the bed, already torn down and ready for the night; it was likely never made.
 Chip turned around toward his wardrobe, checking his facial fur in the mirror as he preened a little further, cursing himself for rushing so quickly through his shower routine. It wasn’t that he wanted to look good, he just hated looking “cute” like Charles had so inelegantly pointed out. But as he turned back around after just a short minute, he let out a hidden gasp behind a paw as Charles, now propped onto his knees upright, had just finished taking off his pants, now stretching and yawning, eyes closed while he exposed himself in his entirety for Chip, short of his underwear: a tight, fashionable set of bright orange boxer briefs.

“Uhmmm...” the bear posed out loud, initially ready to chew out the wolf, especially after the “no funny business” part, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it playfully or genuinely, or at this point at all as he finally got a mostly unobscured view of the man he invited to spend the night in his room, a familiar stirring already rising even after having been relieved not too long ago. Looking at him now, he was at a loss.

“This is how I shleep, too! Thatsh a problem?” Charles asked, noticing the bear’s eyes on him, and no longer on his face. He gave a little uncoordinated shimmy and a chuckle, his smile goofy as ever. “Take a picsshur, it’ll last longer!” Before howling in laughter to himself and falling flat on his back onto the bed, shuffling up to place his head on the pillow, which seemed to be almost as wide as he was tall.

“No, no, you’re fine,” Chip responded softly, “just wasn’t expecting it. Now scoot over, you’re on my side,” he demanded as he once again got his paws under the wolf to lift him into the spot beside him, eliciting a tickled giggle from Charles as he looked back up at the bear, now climbing into the bed with a loud yawn. He reached over and flipped the light switch off, bathing the room in darkness short of what few streams of light leaked through the blinds. Chip reached down and grabbed the edge of the blanket that had been left in a large, messy heap at the bottom of the bed, flourishing it and placing it gently on the couple.  Charles let out a small, stuttered yawn.

“Thanksh for letting me stay tonight, I’m so tired...” Charles sighed sweetly to Chip, but before Chip could respond, Charles had swung his body onto the grizzly’s, leg resting across his waist and arms wrapped around tight, his head nuzzling into what was either the bear’s upper tummy or chest, he couldn’t tell in the dark. At this point, Chip had stopped caring about the two’s inhibitions. He had no interest in taking advantage of the wolf in his state, but wasn’t about to spurn the kid’s advances, whether they were platonic or not. So instead of yet another sarcastic chastising, he simply allowed it to happen, wrapping his arm around the wolf and sighing contentedly as he began to trace the flow of the Charles’ fur up and down his back. He couldn’t help but admire how soft the young man was, his finger pads passing through his fur without a lick of resistance.

Charles, though exhausted, had not been held like this in ages and had no intention of missing a moment of it. He was a noted serial monogamist, having been in a long term relationship at almost every point in his adult life with little downtime, but it had been months since his last breakup, and it was the snuggling he missed most.  He began to bury his fingers in the bear’s belly hair, feeling them become lost and tangled in the bear’s mass of fur as he scritched at his chest tummy, slowly and methodically in tune with the deep, comforting breaths of the huge man beside him. He let his mind wander, rubbing his cheek up against Chip’s chest while he thought about how much he missed sleeping with someone else in his bed and how often he took it for granted in the past. But before long, he no longer worried, he only wanted to continue this trancelike state of comfort and safety.

Perhaps that was what gave Charles the confidence for what he would do next. Chip was just on the verge of sleep, little snores escaping his lips each time he hit the precipice of sleep, waking him up immediately and putting him in a half-woken haze. Charles began to let his paw wander, starting to work slowly from the grizzly’s chiseled chest down toward the middle of the bear’s stomach, mostly unbeknownst to Chip, who could only tell he was being cuddled with. Within minutes though, the wolf found himself becoming more adventurous, and without the capacity to know better, found himself slowly sliding his paw down Chip’s underwear, loose enough for the bear to barely feel a thing. Initially he stayed away from the bear’s package, rubbing the soft, slightly knotted fur of the bear’s inner thighs, enjoying the massive amounts of warmth exuded while Chip continued the cycle of falling into a light sleep and waking up at his own noise, though as far as either was concerned, he might as well have been asleep.

Charles enjoyed the closeness he felt as he continued to feel up his half-conscious friend, pushing him to become a little more adventurous. After several minutes, he finally relented to his instincts, slowly adjusting his paw from the bear’s upper thigh to the inside before finally shoving himself far enough down, halfway to his elbow, to the bear’s package, slowly and gingerly groping the sleeping bear’s sac. Charles couldn’t believe it; he figured his intoxicated state must be playing tricks on him, but the bear’s balls felt larger than eggs! He gently placed some pressure under them, lifting them up and finding that they were as heavy as they seemed. He became a little uneasy thinking about just how big the bear must be under his final garment, but couldn’t help but find himself more curious than intimidated, taking his paw and cupping the bear’s giant orbs, fondling them slowly and methodically. Charles enjoyed himself thoroughly, Chip’s package exuding much more warmth than the rest of him, rubbing and stimulating them for several minutes before a wrenching snore came from the mass of bear above him, making him retract his paw in haste, though not particularly carefully.

“Mmmph, took you long enough... keep going...” the bear said sleepily, likely still in a half-asleep daze. Chip was fairly aware of what was going on, but couldn’t quite tell if he was dreaming it or not. Regardless of the circumstance, he was enjoying the gentle massage and did not want it to end, grabbing Charles’ paw and placing it back on top of his package, very slowly starting to swell and bulge through his briefs. Charles happily obliged, rubbing the grizzly’s package through his underwear, feeling the tip of the bear’s cock slowly begin to swell and peek out over the top of his waistband, murring softly to himself as he did so. He was interrupted by Chip’s sleepy voice, however, gently commanding the wolf in his daze, “it’s okay... you can grab it...”

Charles didn’t think twice before following orders, reaching himself back into the bear’s pants and fondling him a little more aggressively, dragging his finger pads from the base of Chip’s massive balls up to the tip of his growing cock, making the bear shiver and moan with each touch. Chip wanted this so badly. Even after getting himself off less than an hour ago he felt just as horny and primal as he did when he first stepped into the shower. He began to sleepily thrust into the wolf’s paw, enjoying the soft, unweathered pads tickling and stimulating every inch of his sensitive privates, pre slowly leaking out of his only half erect prick, easily five or six inches already by Charles’ estimate. Charles worked the bear’s cock for several minutes, feeling the rhythmic pulsing and throbbing under his palms as he continued to work his friend’s dick. It was about this time that Chip finally snored himself awake, still tired and dazed, but now painfully aware of not only what was taking place during his slumber, but aching in need after the minutes upon minutes of light teasing. 

“Don’t leave me hangin’ now... get to it...” said Chip in a soft but authoritative voice, lifting a paw behind his head in a reclined position while the other drifted up Charles’ body, gently rubbing his head before applying a little pressure to the top of it. Charles knew what the bear wanted, and he was happy to give it to him.

The wolf slowly shuffled his way under the sheets, using Chip for leverage as he pushed his way lower and lower until his muzzle pressed firmly into the bear’s package. He took a large whiff, letting out a small, excited moan on the exhale; though the bear had just showered, he seemed to throw the same pair of underwear on after, smelling deeply of musk and sweat. Chip murred softly at the pressure, reaching down to slide his briefs down, hooking them below his sac before placing his paw firmly behind the wolf’s neck, massaging gently as he kept the young man plastered against his cock. Now fully awake and free of its confines, Chip’s cock had grown to its full length, almost eleven inches. What astounded Charles, however, was just how thick the bear’s member had gotten, able to wrap his paw around it without issue, but with very little leeway. If he weren’t so drunk he’d be worried just how much damage a monster like that could do, but he thought nothing of it as he continued to be entranced by the blindingly strong manly scent filling his nostrils, making him murr and moan each time as he rubbed himself against the grizzly’s dick. Chip was only getting started though.

“Come on boy... you know what I want...” he urged the wolf in a strong, paternal voice, increasing the pressure on the boys neck, though not painfully. Charles understood and, with a slight hesitation, he let his tongue loll out, dragging it slowly up from the base of the bear’s prick up to the tip, his mouth filling with musk and, by the time he had reached the top, half a mouthful of pre. From above he heard a hearty, bass-filled moan, a little spurt leaking from the top of the bear’s cock and finding itself painted across the wolf’s muzzle and lips, but Charles continued on, his face buried firmly against the bear’s member as he continued to lap and lick, reaching for every inch he could manage from his position, still held almost immobile by the man above him. Within minutes he had reached every inch of the bear’s package, not one spot not made slick by pre, saliva, or both. Charles was thoroughly enjoying himself, but for Chip, it was only a step above the teasing he had unknowingly tolerated for minutes on end, and he needed more. He needed release. He dropped his paw from the wolf’s neck and placed it around his massive cock, throbbing and leaking pre with every breath the bear took as he gripped the base, holding it upright for the boy servicing him below. “Go ahead now, it won’t bite... you better not either, though...” he growled seductively.

Charles gulped, his taste buds saturated with musk and seed and ready for more. With some effort he pushed himself upward, propping himself up on his elbows as he wrapped his paw just above the bear’s, keeping it steady for himself as he took a deep breath before slowly placing his muzzle around the tip of the bear’s cock, immediately treating him to another mouthful of Chip’s salty-sweet precum. Chip could hardly contain himself with another growling moan, gently thrusting up into the wolf’s maw and feeding him another several inches of his length, making the young man below him sputter slightly as he tried to adjust. Charles was rather talented at oral sex and loved to make other men moan and call out for him, but he had never been with another man as “gifted” as the bear he had found himself with for the night, but Chip was rather happy with the enthusiasm he was being treated to; hell, it was only those slutty foxes who could ever comfortably service him.

As he began to acclimate to the sheer girth of his mission, he started bobbing his head rhythmically, if not somewhat shallowly. Each time he went back down he managed the slightest bit more into his hungry, waiting muzzle and each time he was met with a heavier thrust, a louder moan, and even more pre shooting down his gullet, eventually getting eight of the bear’s ten inches into his muzzle tickling the back of his throat. Chip was in bliss, his urges continuing to build as he wanted nothing more than to wreck the young wolf’s muzzle each time he felt his tongue drag against the sensitive underside of his needy prick, but he kept his composure, not wanting to hurt the poor kid, especially after how excited he had become to pleasure him. Besides, he didn’t want to end the night just yet.

It was several more minutes of the same; Charles sucking and lapping loudly with lewd smacks around the bear’s cock while Chip kept a rhythmic pace with his slow, deliberate thrusts, feeling his member disappear each time into the kid’s warm, waiting muzzle. Not that Chip could tell, but Charles was now a mess, his face painted in pre and his chest sticky as the hot liquids fell from his chin onto his body, mixing the bear’s strong, masculine scent with his own. Chip felt himself getting closer and closer, towing the line between enjoyment and orgasm, his moans becoming more ragged over time. He wasn’t done, though, he needed more. Rather abruptly he pulled both his paws away and placed them under the wolf’s chin, raising him up off of his cock, much to the dismay of the wolf who was rather enjoying himself. Charles pulled himself up from under the sheets, looking up at the bear with a tilted head and questioning look, making the bear chuckle softly as he saw just how messy he had managed to make the little wolf.

“Mmm, don’t you look sexy... Why don’t you turn around for me and show me just how sexy you can be...” he grinned deviously, pulling the wolf up from beneath the armpits and placing him eye to eye with him on the bed to both the pleasure and skepticism of the wolf below. Charles was enjoying himself and wanted to make the bear moan again, but he was rather afraid of what the bear wanted; his jaw was sore and his throat stung a bit, even after only spending so long beneath the covers. He wondered just how much damage the bear’s cock could do to him if he obliged. But, drunk as ever and equally aroused, the thought left his mind rather quickly, murring and winking in response as he rolled over onto his stomach, pushing himself up onto his knees into position, his head nestled against the pillow. Chip licked his lips and pulled himself up with a loud groan, cracking his neck lazily with a paw under his chin as he looked at the prone, exposed wolf up and down. “Alright, let’s see what we’re workin’ with...” he said, mostly to himself as he began to shift his way behind Charles, absentmindedly swishing his tail back and forth.

Chip rather unceremoniously stripped the wolf of his underwear, exposing his small but shapely ass to the hungry bear, who once again licked his lips as he eyed his prize for the night. The wolf’s package hung lazily between his legs, fully erect and, though above average, especially for someone of his stature, still looked emasculatingly small put up against the bear’s huge cock. Chip reached down and fondled the young wolf’s balls, making him moan and shiver; Charles was so intent on servicing the bear he had left himself totally untouched, and the first touch after spending so long going down on the bear’s thick, sexy length was electrifying. Charles no longer wanted the Chip inside him: he needed it. He arched his back in preparation.

“Oooh, eager are we? I won’t keep you waiting then...” he said bemused, reaching over to the wardrobe within arm’s length and grabbing an unlabeled bottle from the corner of the surface. He opened it with a sharp, loud pop and began rubbing the contents between his fingers. Charles couldn’t tell what he was doing, but he could only assume it was lube. Thank god.

And Chip could have easily gotten himself inside that tight butt without it considering how slick with pre and saliva his member was, and was even contemplating doing so, but he fought back his deeper urges as he thought about how much his cock must hurt an untrained tailhole without preparation, rubbing the sticky-slick substance over the boy’s hole and his throbbing cock, now dripping pre steadily like a leaky faucet over the kid’s back and tail. He licked his lips once more. He could hardly wait. “Ya ready?” He asked to the wolf bent over below him, giving one of his cheeks a rough slap, loud enough to make a harsh, sharp noise.

“Yeah, I think sho...” said Charles; he was still skeptical that it would fit in the first place, but he wanted it too bad to protest.

“Good, take a deep breath...” said the grizzly, giving Charles a moment to obey his command before pulling the boy’s tail to the side pressing the tip of his slickened cock against his lubed hole, gently pushing. He was gentle, trying not to force too much to slip inside at one time as he slowly but firmly increased his pressure, the young man’s tailhole slowly relenting before finally...

“God FUCK YES!” Roared the bear loudly as the tip, and nothing but, managed to force its way inside the kid, spurting several strands of pre deep into Charles’ passage as the wolf responded with a loud, sharp squeak, breathing heavily as he worked to acclimate to the bear’s incredible size. It stung a little, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as expected. With as drunk as the wolf was, he didn’t have the capability to clench or tense up to prevent the intrusion, it simply snuck in.  He whimpered softly, the strain on his insides making him quiver and moan as he felt each flex of the bear’s cock make him shift in place, feeling more full by the second as pre continued to fill him up.

“Fucking hell, that’s nice... unf, just... let me know when you’re ready,” said the bear with a slightly shaky voice, trying to fight his most primal instincts that told him to force every inch he could into that ass right then and there - make that kid his bitch - but he could tell Charles needed a moment to himself.

Charles panted softly as he slowly felt himself relax further than he thought possible, the throbbing of the man’s cock hypnotic as he felt each pulse push the man’s cock in just the slightest bit more, but instead of the pressure he had been fighting moments before, he was suddenly engulfed in warmth and pleasure. It hurt a bit, but the pain was no comparison to the need growing in his loins. He had waited as long as he could before finally responding with a sultry groan, arching his back and lifting his tail further, “do it,” he pleaded, “put it in me!”

Chip needed no further urging. His cock had already slipped in an extra inch or two and he needed to watch it disappear into that young man’s tight hole. He took a deep breath, holding the boy’s hips for support as he waited a moment, admiring the relaxed figure beneath him before very roughly squeezing Charles by the waist, pulling him back as he thrusted with as much force as he could muster, knowing that the wolf’s lubed hole couldn’t protest. “Holy FUCK kid!... so warm... so tight...” he screamed before giving way to loud moans, now buried deep inside Charles’, hilted to the young man’s ass, the couple’s balls rubbing against one another as he ground himself in as deep as he could manage. Charles returned the loud yelp, feeling a sharp, burning pain from deep inside him before immediately giving way to another long, intense wave of pleasure, the thick, long cock unable to avoid his g-spot, each pulse and throb of Chip’s massive member sending wave after wave of bliss through him with every one of the bear’s movements. For a moment, Chip was worried he had just hurt the kid, but it had been followed immediately by the begging tone of the little sub below, “d-don’t s-stop...” he whined, desperate for further stimulation.

Chip wasn’t one to deny a fan, and quickly pulled himself out to the tip, pausing for a moment to tease the wolf, creating whimpers of protest from below before shoving himself back in to the hilt, hearing the same whimper of pain and pleasure as before, which only made Chip want it more. He began a slow pace, each time taking himself out in almost his entirety before abruptly shoving it back in, each time feeling Charles squirm and pant as he dramatically reentered the deepest parts of his passage. He could only keep up that pace for so long though; as good as it felt, he needed to make the wolf his bitch.

After several iterations of Chip’s slow, deliberate thrusts, he began to speed up, no longer taking himself out to the tip but instead keeping half of his needy length buried in the wolf’s receptive tailhole, moving his paws to Charles’ shoulders to hold him in place as he began to rail the poor wolf’s hole without care, feeling each inch massaged by the warm, velvety insides of the subby kid every time he thrusted himself back inside. Each time he pushed himself in he was met by a whimpering, almost feminine moan by Charles, now no longer thinking whatsoever, letting himself be taken over by the bear and the bliss he was creating. The room was filled with the breathy grunts and groans of the two as well as the rhythmic thumping of the bed against the wall and the smacks of flesh and lube as Chip continued to mercilessly pound into Charles’ tight ass, his climax approaching quickly as he found himself deeper and deeper in the wolf, hardly pulling out any more as he ground firmly and roughly into Charles’ taut butt, eager to feel his length enveloped. “Kid, I’m about to...” he began, but found himself unable to finish as his sentence was interrupted by a fearsome, lustful roar.

With one final, lustful thrust, taking himself back to the tip for the last time before shoving himself with full force into Charles, forcing him to cry out in tandem with the bear, both overcome by their sudden orgasms. As Chip emptied his massive balls into Charles’ tunnel he himself began to cum as well, splattering the bed with more and more of his seed with every shot he felt sent deep inside him by the bear, each throb prolonging his orgasm as his abused prostate continued to be pressed against without care. Chip began to give very shallow thrusts listening to the wolf’s needy whimpering, making himself cum just the slightest bit longer with each reciprocation from the wolf.

After several minutes of moaning and panting the bear collapsed on top of the wolf, still snug inside Charles as he wrapped his arms around his stomach, shifting his weight and causing them both to fall onto their sides, now spooning as the bear shifted himself closer, ensuring his cock would stay inside. Charles was still out of it, drooling a little in post-orgasm bliss as he focused on the feeling of the giant member inside him, somehow making him feel secure, being so close to the bear beside him. After several minutes Chip broke the silence.

“Holy fuck kid, that was incredible...” he mused, tousling the wolf’s hair and giving him a little kiss on the cheek from behind, but he was met with an uncharacteristically loud, rumbling snore from the little wolf beside him. Charles was officially fucked asleep.
Chip chuckled softly. “Never mind, sleep well kid,” he whispered warmly. “Not like we don’t gotta talk about this in the mornin’ anyway,” he said with a yawn, placing Charles’ head tightly against his chest as he slowly felt sleep take him over. “Hopefully you’ll be just as willing then...” he thought as he finally caved in to the exhaustion, letting his thoughts turn into rumbling snores with the wolf in his arms.