“I don’t see the issue, wolf,” Mecara says, plopping down onto the chair beside Jamie and squinting at the computer screen. “Well, you like that shampoo I bought you, right?” Jamie asks before sniffing out the floral scent of it. “And eating something besides berries? I need money for all that.” “I’ve lived without those things before.” “Well what about…” Jamie leans back in his chair. “Right, I need money to pay taxes on the property.” “You pay money to tax the land with something?” Mecara rises from his seat. “Stop that.” “No th–” “Fine, I’ll take the money away so you can’t.” Mecara grabs the mouse and repeatedly swipes the cursor over the “318,621” on the screen. “That doesn’t do anything.” Mecara growls, raising a fist to the monitor. “That doesn’t do anything either.” Jamie holds the meowscarada’s wrist back. “Listen to me, I’m not taxing the land. The government taxes me, and if I don’t pay up, they’ll take the property away, which would then be bought by the people who tried to buy it from me. Then the forest…rip.” “I see. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” Mecara sits back down. “But isn’t that number big enough? That’s about double the leaves on a tree.” “That covers a month–two if I just don’t buy anything.” “Okay, so what is this solution you’re proposing?” “Uh…” Jamie drums on the desk in an uneven rhythm. He could still back out, find a solution that doesn’t make him want to never show his face in public, but… “Around here there’s not a lot of work. Only thing that pays enough is the breeding farm run by my family and…let’s just say that’s a last resort. I could make some money from my carvings, but there’s, um…other things you can sell online.” Throat dry, he takes a sip of water from the glass on the desk. “Like porn.” “I don’t know what that is. Is that something you can make?” “Kinda, but more like we can make it.” “Is this a guessing game? Fun!” Mecara’s eyes light up, and he rambles, “We could make floral decorations like Little Sister. Oh! We could even hollow out one of my bombs and use that. Or we could write a story together. We could even ask Mother for ideas. She loves writing stories for us. Or we could make–” “Love.” Mecara tilts his head. “You desire to mate?” “No. Well, yes, but I’m saying that’s the solution I came up with. We would film it and put it online to make money.” “Why would anyone want that?” “People would, uh, rub themselves off to it.” “Instead of mating themselves? Or at least watching a mating in person?” “Not everybody has someone, and almost nobody has a willing meowscarada. Or one at all, your species is pretty rare–non-existent outside of Paldea.” Jamie pulls up a different window on the computer, showing a paused video with an erect meowscarada. “This guy is the only meowscarada doing porn already.” “So what you’re saying is: he’s our competition.” Mecara leans in so his face is an inch from the screen. “His penis may be larger than mine, but my stem length far surpasses his.” Jamie wonders how he can measure something invisible through a picture before saying, “I don’t think that’s going to help you any.” Mecara scoffs. “You’ll come to realize the falsehood of that statement.” “Sure,” Jamie drawls. “Anyway, he’s not competition; he only does straight stuff.” He fast forwards the porno to when the meowscarada is plowing a vixen. “So we would corner the gay market.” “So all we have to do is mate like usual?” “Basically yeah, we just make it as hot as possible.” Mecara grins. “I have some ideas for that.” “I’m sure. But for the first one, we’ll keep it simple. Just oral back and forth to show off your cock since it looks different than most felines. People would prefer a tie.” Jamie scrolls down the page where most of the recommended videos have a knotting canid in the thumbnail. “But we’ll keep them wanting, that way they’ll come back for it.” “Okay.” Mecara gets up and dangles his erection before the wolf. “I’m ready.” “That’s actually a problem.” Jamie wheels his chair away. “People love watching a guy come out of his sheath.” “Oh, I can’t make it go back with you here.” “Well, you better by the time everything is set up. Otherwise you won’t like my solution.” Jamie informs Mecara of the details of the scene they will act out. When he’s sure they’re on the same page, and he’s positioned his pokedex on the desk so it gets a nice side profile, Mecara is still at half mast. “I’ll give you five more minutes to figure it out.” “Don’t bother, I can’t do it.” “Alright, don’t move.” Jamie grabs the glass of water he was drinking from earlier, and pours it on the meowscarada’s cock, plenty missing onto the carpet, especially as it retreats. Mecara sucks air in through his teeth. “That’s so cold!” “Told you you wouldn’t like it.” He sets the glass down, presses record on his pokedex, and crosses to the other side of the room. “Now, get into position.” After grumbling some more, Mecara leaves the room and immediately re-enters, closing the door loudly. “What are you doing in here, Mecara?” “Scarad!” Mecara exclaims, not infusing it with meaning so the wolf can sell his confusion better. “Huh?” Jamie checks the clock on top of the dresser. “Oh, it is time for your pokepuffs. Sorry, just give me a minute to change–been a long day.” Mecara nods. “Meow.” “You’re going to stay?” “Meow!” Mecara jumps up and down, holding little fists together. “Meowscarada!” Jamie slowly unbuttons his flannel. “Just don’t stare. I’m a little shy.” Mecara turns his head to the general direction of the camera, and flicks his eyes to the side so he can still see. Pretending to not notice, Jamie speeds up his unbuttoning, though he keeps his paws shaky. As he tosses his shirt away and works on his jeans, he says, “Good thing you’re not looking. This is embarrassing.” He kicks away his pants to reveal his growing bulge in his boxers. “Rada?” Mecara turns his head back over. After they trade looks at the wolf’s “embarrassment”, he rolls his hips to draw the wolf’s attention to his sheath boasting an inch of dick. “Carada.” “You’re pretty though.” Jamie hides his bulge with one paw, while the other shuffles his boxers down one side at a time. “I don’t have anything somebody wants to see.” He opens the dresser drawer, but Mecara slams it shut. “That’s not true!” the meowscarada exclaims, forgetting that he’s not supposed to be actually saying something. “Come on, Mecara.” Jamie fails to overpower the meowscarada to open the drawer, no acting required. “I can’t keep a paw over myself forever.” “Then don’t.” With one paw still on the drawer, Mecara guides the wolf’s paw away from himself. “Stop,” Jamie says as he replaces his paw over himself. “I’m not pretty like you. I need cov–” “You’re beautiful!” Jamie stumbles over his line, needing a few moments before he remembers his own script. “If I let you see, will you let me into the drawer?” “Meow.” “I think that’s a yes.” Jamie uncovers his sheath and tugs on the handle of the drawer with both paws, but he still isn’t stronger than the meowscarada’s one paw. “Come on, this isn’t funny anymore.” “Scarada.” Mecara forces Jamie to face him instead of the dresser. He gestures to his own eyes, then to the wolf’s sheath, and finally to his own sheath as it reveals barb after barb. “Are you saying seeing me caused that?” Mecara nods fervently. “So I better get some clothes on before this gets too embarrassing.” Jamie vainly tries to open the drawer again. Mecara heaves a sigh. “Scara.” While his free arm mimes opening the drawer, his flower points to Jamie, then the floor. “You’ll let me get dressed if…I lay on the floor? Wait, you can’t mean that you want me to…” Jamie’s paws abandon the drawer as he shuffles his feet. “I mean, I’m not against it, but are you sure you–” “Meow!” Mecara takes his paw away from the dresser, and places both on the wolf’s shoulders, encouraging him to his knees. “If this is what you really want…” Jamie trails off before whispering, “Be loud, but don’t force it.” He massages the last inch out of the sheath, then says, “I’ve never seen one like this before. Are these,” he traces each of the three columns of barbs, “sensitive?” A murr is the only response. “Good to know.” Jamie nuzzles the side of the shaft, taking in the earthy musk, then licks between the barbs. He tastes only the tang of flesh, until he reaches the urethra, where he catches a drop of bitter pre. Wanting more, he opens up, teases the tip in, and…pauses. He’s never worried about leaving Mecara unsatisfied, but the camera…How’s he supposed to suck a dick in a way that’s hot for other people? His financial situation is tied to this, yet he has no– The cock in his maw surges forward to the entrance of his throat, the barbs scraping his tongue and lips more uncomfortable due to his unpreparedness. Before Mecara can go further, Jamie halts him with a paw on his waist. After a few moments of contemplation, Jamie concludes that however he’s supposed to do this, it surely doesn’t involve staying still. Though he still wants to draw this out, so his fingers glide down the exposed length, and briefly curl the sheath back before passing it to the sac beneath. While he plays around with it in his palm, he pulls Mecara’s cock out to the tip. Mecara doesn’t care for the inching motions back inside, and the wolf can only slow him down, so in between the jerky movements, Jamie does it himself, shoving the head into his throat. With a gasp, Mecara throbs and shoots into the wolf. For a second, Jamie thinks he’s already climaxed, but the meowscarada quiets, stops shooting, and the watery fluid flows down without swallowing. Still, Mecara is closer than he wants him to be. While understandable, since Jamie let him get pent up to ensure he’d be productive for this, coming in a minute flat is definitely not how porn is done. The wolf stops Mecara’s attempt to thrust further into his throat, or more like tries hard enough that he gets the hint, then gives him a bit to calm down before easing the shaft fully out. Mecara whines and looks down at him, unused to this treatment since Jamie’s never cared how long he lasts. He grabs his dick to realign himself, only for the wolf to drag his tongue down the underside of it, avoiding the barbs, and to the sac below. Jamie licks the balls in turn, then picks one to rest it on his tongue and slowly guide it into his mouth. Due to how furry they are, he’s never done this with Mecara, but the meowscarada erases any concern of if he likes it by grabbing Jamie’s head and scritching his ears. The wolf takes the encouragement and suckles gently, rolling it around. Something wet sounds above him, so Jamie glances up, and bats Mecara’s paw away from himself. After wondering if that is within his “character”, he replaces the meowscarada’s paw before he can do it himself. While working the cock with minimal pressure, he frees the testicle to slurp up the other one. The fur prickles the wolf’s mouth, but he doesn’t release the sac, because keeping it there turns Mecara’s thrusts into jitters. Any more would risk his sac grazing teeth or overstretching. Still, Mecara has enough stimulation to quicken his huffs, and for them to become low, short mewls, which prompts Jamie to stop until the meowscarada’s breathing levels. When he starts up again, the meowscarada’s noises escalate faster than before. He pauses again, waiting longer this time and loosening his grip further. He simply grazes along the length, but the cock throb immediately so he drops his paw away. He detaches from the sac, letting it swing back into its natural position. He spits the lingering fur into the back of his paw, which he passes off as wiping his mouth. Mecara prods with his tip for entrance as soon as it’s unobstructed, and the wolf seals his lips around it. Before he can prepare at all, Mecara rams all the way in, uncharacteristically not making a peep. The wolf gags without the time to relax his throat. The barbs don’t help, but he manages to regain control. Only for that to be undone when the cock pulsates and fires out viscous seed. He convinces his throat to move it down instead of up, which causes the meowscarada to break his silence with a protracted mewl and throw his head back. Jamie’s tail wags at the confirmation that, despite prioritizing the viewer’s enjoyment, Mecara seems as satisfied as ever. But since he didn’t take a deep breath beforehand, he tugs the meowscarada out of his throat, the second rope hitting his tongue instead. His cum tastes different, more salty and bittersweet on top of the base musky flavor, probably due to his recent abandonment of his all-berry diet. By the time the wolf’s maw is filled, the flow hasn’t tapered, so he swallows it all down before it overflows. The next jet halfway fills him again, but the ones after are little more than dribbles. Once it ends, Jamie hesitates to show the audience his full mouth as he planned to. But he musters his courage, opens up, and angles himself toward the camera. He believes it would be hottest for Mecara to tell him to swallow, but he still has his head thrown back, so once he’s sure the camera got a good shot, he does it of his own accord. “You gave me so much.” Jamie stands up, legs shaky from kneeling for so long. “You definitely need those pokepuffs now.” Mecara drops his gaze from the ceiling and to the wolf. “Scarada!” He vigorously shakes his head, ears flopping around. “Huh? You’ve gotta be hungry after that.” Mecara licks his lips. “Meow.” He grabs the wolf’s sheath and strokes up to the protruding tip. Jamie moans softly. “Come on. It’s just a bland, everyday wolf cock. Nobody wants that.” Mecara places a paw over his chest. “Cara.” He falls to his knees. “I suppose I won’t stop you…” Mecara circles the rim of the sheath as he waits for the wolfhood to come out fully. Instead, it retreats further into its home, despite his paw coming up to tease the length directly. “Are you not in the mood for mating?” “I am, it’s just…” Jamie whispers, glancing toward the camera. While his line before was just what came to him when he wrote the script, now it seems like a real concern. His dreadfully average physique won’t draw people. If they want to see a wolf, they can find a hotter, more well-endowed wolf anywhere else. They’ll click off the moment the meowscarada’s cock leaves center stage, so why record this part? Mecara follows the wolf’s eyes. “Don’t concern yourself with our audience; concern yourself with my disappointment if you don’t let me taste you. You’ve deprived me for too long.” Jamie does his best, but only manages to move his doubts to the back of his mind. Still, it’s enough that, when Mecara nuzzles his balls, his wolfhood steadily emerges from its sheath. The meowscarada drags his tongue up from the sac and to the knot as it is revealed. He squeezes the bump with differing levels of force, while licking up along the shaft. He laps over the tip, then glides down the side, so his free paw can hold it against his central pad, simply blocking the urethra rather than stimulating anything. The little spines on his tongue provide enough anyway, moving in patterns that keeps the wolf guessing. Combined with fingers applying varying pressure to his knot, Jamie’s panting hitches at the tingle heralding his knot’s swelling. But the sensation fades when Mecara stops everything and smirks up at him. After the last twitch from the wolfhood, he slips the tip inside his mouth, his tongue absent, and stays still. Jamie whines; the wait for more stimulation unbearable on the receiving end. And he had at least suckled on Mecara’s balls to keep him happy. Mecara, however, only plays with the fur of the wolf’s hips as he holds him there. Though he is wrapping his paw further around, closer and closer to… “Whoa! What’re you doing back there?!” Jamie shouts, then leans forward to whisper, “Just oral, remember?” Mecara flops the cock out of his mouth. “Just using my paw for some revenge.” “Revenge? Going in dry is uncool.” “I know, that’s why…” Mecara rubs his paw across the wolf’s tailhole, slickening it with Jamie’s own pre. “You shouldn’t tease somebody who grew up with three siblings; I can do it better than you.” “Why are you bringing up your family in a situation like this?” Jamie asks, forgetting to lower his voice. “I don’t want to be thinking about your cute little sister right now. Talk about a mood kill–” Turning the wolf’s speech into a groan, Mecara’s fingertip slinks into the wolf. “Consider the mood unkilled.” Jamie is about to press back into that finger, but then he would have dodged the meowscarada reattaching to his wolfhood. Though he still only rests it inside, he makes up for that by sliding his digit further into the wolf’s tunnel, curling at just the right spot to make Jamie shoot, instead of drip, pre–the swallowing of which is all the stimulation his cock gets as Mecara drives his digit in and out of him. If not for the paw planted on his waist, Jamie would thrust in time with the meowscarada’s paw. But that means Mecara has no paws left to intercept him, so he reaches for his cock. He’s only a centimeter from his knot when his fingers are swatted away by…nothing. The wolf blinks a few times, but thinking becomes difficult as Mecara jams against his prostate. He doesn’t do it again though, allowing Jamie to notice that, based on the position of the meowscarada’s flower, his stem is somewhere around his dick, its invisibility making it impossible to know where. Giving up, Jamie concentrates on the suddenly-present tongue swirling around his cockhead, and the second finger stretching him. While his knot remains neglected, it’s enough to get him panting again. He keeps it even, so Mecara can’t use it as an indicator, but just as he gets close, Mecara’s tongue pauses. Jamie whimpers despite still enjoying the finger-fucking; he didn’t twitch or throb or anything, so what was his tell? That question evaporates when Mecara adds a third finger–which makes it about the same girth as the meowscarada’s cock–and thrusts with speed and force that would make the wolf fall forward if it wasn’t for the meowscarada’s paw stabilizing him. All that makes it close to the real thing, except shorter and barbless. Mecara moving his head, finally, compensates for those last parts, the slick warmth sending more and more shivers up the wolf’s spine as Mecara slowly nears the knot. Jamie considers masking his trembles before the meowscarada catches on, but he has another unknown tell anyway. Plus, now that he is used to it, Jamie enjoys teetering there, even as Mecara removes his fingers from his tunnel, because he knows that the desperate need will eventually be sated. With that worry gone, though, the previous one returns full force. Is he supposed to make a certain face when he comes? Or make a specific nois– Mecara rockets down past the bump at the base, folding the sheath back on itself. The long-yearned pressure on his knot and the meowscarada’s throat massaging the wolf’s length dispels any concern before it could set in. To accommodate the growing knot, Mecara opens wide, the sheath unfolding into his mouth. He tries to pull back, but he can only wiggle a little, Jamie’s knot locked against the smooth sides of his molars. On instinct, Jamie bucks into the feeling, undoing what little progress the meowscarada made, who gives up his struggle and welcomes the additional shaft into his throat with a squeeze. Jamie shudders and moans. Euphoria washes away the nagging voices of his mediocrity or of what’s happened, focusing his perspective on Mecara’s contented murrs as the wolf’s sac, resting against his chin, empties deeper than it ever has, probably not having far to go to reach the stomach. Mecara swallows around him regardless, which extends Jamie’s floaty state. How could he ever think that people wouldn’t enjoy this? The meowscarada’s wide eyes, parted mouth, and full-body twitches from each jet of cum is so hot. Any video with this bundle of adorableness is a must watch, and Jamie adds to that by giving him something to enjoy. Though his coming starts to wane, Mecara keeps the wolf in his throat, milking him for every drop, and maintains delightful pressure on his knot with his paws–no, that’s not right, his paws are caressing up and down his flanks. Why does it feel like he’s tied? Jamie shakes his head, rubs at his eyes, and forces pleasure to take a back seat so he can look closer at Mecara. He’s not twitching; he’s squirming. He’s not caressing; he’s pawing at the wolf desperately. His wide eyes don’t betray excitement, and his mouth is open so far for a reason: Jamie has tied orally–something school, his mom, and just about everyone taught him not to do, but never told him what he should do if he did. Probably because there’s only two options: try to pull out, which would only succeed if he slices his knot on the fangs and deflates that way, or let Mecara suffocate on his cock. So I only have one option. He takes a slow, deep breath and clutches the points of Mecara’s mask. As he starts to move, Mecara yanks on his jaw, dislocating it with a painful-sounding crack. Jamie looks away, but feels his wolfhood come free, letting out its last spurts, then hears a snap. When he glances back over, Mecara’s jaw is back in place and he attempts to speak, but it comes out strangled. After a look around, Mecara crosses the room to the desk and retrieves a potion from Jamie’s satchel. He sprays it on his jaw, opens his mouth to speak, only to cough instead. Once he’s removed the nozzle of the bottle, he hacks a hairball into it, and finally says, “Was that hot?” “Not the hairball, but I can cut that out.” Jamie approaches Mecara. “As for the other part…in a way, for certain people watching, but I almost–” “Hurt yourself to save me. Even though these,” Mecara sets the empty potion on the desk, “don’t work on you.” He takes both of the wolf’s paws. “I love you.” “Whoa, that’s–” “The last step in your species’ mateships, if my device is to be believed. Declaring love.” “Well, in a sense, yeah.” Jamie looks at the camera they’re both in front of. “But typically not while shooting a porno.” “I said it now because I just had you prove something to–” “Wait.” Jamie wrests his paws free. “Are you saying you put me in that situation on purpose?” “Yeah, I just couldn’t shake a feeling I’ve been having.” Mecara flicks his eyes to their parted paws, tilting his head as he drops his arms to his sides. “Stemming from way back when I was a sprigatito and I saw you planting all those saplings. When I believed you loved the forest, and even that you were stronger than I, since my tiny paws couldn't plant a sapling. But once I evolved into a meowscarada–my paws as a floragato weren’t dextrous enough to make the carving as a gift–and I courted you, I found out that in actuality, you put yourself above the forest. I know I forgave you for that, but I just needed to know the same thing won’t happen with me.” “So you decided to test me in a life-or-death situation,” Jamie snaps. “Based on a vague feeling.” “That’s not what I…” Mecara casts his eyes down, his flower drooping. The sight splays Jamie’s ears. With a softer tone, he says, “Look, I understand why you did it, but there are better ways of going about it. Making me feel what I did, when I prepared to, at best, permanently injure myself, isn’t okay. Promise me you won’t do something like this again; that if you have any more doubts about us, you’ll just talk to me.” After fidgeting with his collar, Mecara meets Jamie’s eyes. “I promise, dear wolf, that I won’t make you feel that way again.” “Thank you, that’s all I need to hear.” Jamie coils his tail around his leg. “Even when you do silly things like this, I see you’re coming from a place of compassion. You just wanted to give me what I want out of a relationship, and I appreciate that.” He scoops the meowscarada’s paws into his own. “What I’m getting at is: I love you too.” Leaning in, he nuzzles into Mecara’s mask. “Now, give me a kiss for the camera.”