Oooh, Knotting. What a fun one! I think it really highlights my favorite part of the Furry Fandom. The FURRINESS, the ANIMAL LIKE QUALITIES, the DEVIATION FROM STANDARD HUMAN ANATOMY!! Like sure, I could just make all my characters humans and change any direct reference to furry traits to other things, but that would mean I’m not writing furry art. I’d be writing just plain art!


Also helps that these websites prefer if you don't write about humans.


So knotting, a well documented real world evolutionary asset to aid in procreating life. In the furry fandom, a kinky, fancy extra attachment to a penis!


To a writer however, it’s a symbol!


I recently learned a fan of mine, one who also recommended knotting as a theme for the letter K, is engaged (Congrats btw)! And so am I! I’m so stressed out about wedding planning, the date is March 16th and gosh, it never feels like there’s enough time between all of my responsibilities. But I'm not alone, I have help, I have my partner, I have a lot of friends who are willing and able to help me.


And it’s going to be wonderful, we’re going to be wed and bound together in front of our family and friends. We’re going to be with each other! And we’ll vow it is for forever!


So we’ll, well, tie the knot! Just like Karnot and Baund.


……


“You may now kiss and be wed as mates!” Cheers, yips, howls, claps, whistles, and shouts! Karnot didn’t hear them since he had large sloppy lips pressed into his, wet tongues wrestling each other, hands wrapping around his now mate’s back, his mate’s paws sinking into the scruff of his nape. Pulling the furry beasts deeper into passionate abandon as they made out with zero care, zero thought for the sensitivities of their guests. ‘If they don’t want to watch two men suck face, then they shouldn't come to our wedding.’ That’s Karnot’s two cents. He said it right after Baund asked how hard they should go at the altar. Following through with Baund’s second ask though, he pulled his mate towards him. Pivoting him down as he dipped his mate. Screams intensified as the two showed off for the crowd, they came to celebrate their love after all, why not ham it up! He pulled Baund back up, righting him expertly without interrupting their kiss. A move they’ve practiced across the past week. And they fucking nailed it! Tails wagging enough to wrestle their hips inches to the left and right.


Karnot could damn well fall over and die a happy man, if not for the dozens of days, centuries of seconds, the rest of his life he wanted, No! Needed to spend with his mate.


His mate! What a word. What a feeling. The ring still felt foreign on his left hand, but goddamn if he would choose to suffer thousands of fates worse than death before considering taking it off ever again.


……


Baund finished his signature with a flourish, sealing their union in the eyes of the law for the third time. Three signed marriage licenses, nine signatures (his own, his mates, their witness’), one ink pen, and the least important part of the day was complete. Baund slammed the pen down to the table. The thump was satisfying.


“Done!”


“Love the enthusiasm.” Tucky said, he had undone his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his suit less than a minute after the pictures were done. Why not though? That was Tucky.


“Alright! Let’s go party!” Baund shouted heading for the reception hall. Towing his mate along with his right hand, he could feel the cool, hard, unbreakable metal around his finger. He squeezed Karnot’s hand a little tighter.


“Hell! Yes!” his mate responded.


Even more cheers, yips, howls, claps, whistles, and shouts! Each as members of their party burst through the door, dry ice fog and floor set laser pointers framing their entrance. Guests, one and all, giving them their best!


“And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for, we need every paw poundin’, every tail waggin’, every voice shoutin’” The MC called. The noise started building from beyond the veil of fog. Baund couldn’t gaze past it. The sea of faces, friends and family all, they’d be looking this way. The shiba inu turned to his right, still holding his mate’s hand. Karnot’s eyes were straight forward, jowls taut with the giddiest grin. Ears swiveling as the noise kept growing. His tail was still wagging, but less vigorously.


‘My mate…’ Baund thought of the British Columbian wolf.


“Carry me in, Karo.” 


“Hmm?”


“Piggyback, carry me in. Hurry!” 


“Let’s meet them, the power couple of the hour! The newlyweds! Your Grooms! Mr. and Mr. Syndigo!!!!”


His mate ran into the fog, carrying him on his back. They burst through smoke like fog, vorpal trails and eddies streaming in their wake. Baund carried above everyone in the room. Fists punching the air. Booming bass pounding from the sound equipment. Every paw was pounding, every tail wagging, everyone was shouting. Shouting for the two mates!


His mate ran around the dance floor, streaking past each table of amazing people. And Baund relished in the power of being taller than them. Relished in being carried by his mate. Relished in the joy of being mated.


……


“If I could please have the mother and the aunt of my grooms make their way to the dancefloor. It's time for their dance.” The MC called as applause for Tucky’s best man speech ended. Karnot stood with his mate, the two proceeding towards the floor as their respective partners arrived.


Auntie huddled up to him. Arms and hands coming together. Her fine silk dress was heaven to touch as he cupped her waste. Dark gray, almost black, fur matched the other. Same pert ears, same long snout. She has chocolate brown eyes though, unlike his hazel green. The DJ pressed play and dulcet strings and bass hummed from each speaker. They swayed off beat. Neither all that familiar with ballroom dancing, and completely uncaring about it. She was beaming back at Karnot, cause of course she would be. He saw words on her lips and decided to bite.


“What?”


“You just look very dashing.”


“Yeah, it's the suit, matches my eyes.” Karnot fluttered them in slight mockery.


“No, it's not just that.” They slowly spun as they swayed, a room full of eyes on them, their eyes just on each other. Her finest jewelry reflecting the lights of thousands of photons.


“Oh? Well, what is it then?”


“It's your smile.”


“Oh, Auntie. You're gonna make me gag, sayin’ sappy stuff like that.” She just chuckled. He shot a glance over to his mate, half the floor away but clearly having a convo with his mama too. He smiled, speculating what the topic could possibly be.


“And there it is, that dashing smile.” He rolled his eyes hard enough to look up at the rafters. She was still beaming when he met her gaze again.


Her fur was graying around her snout, wrinkles settling in at the corners of her mouth, laughter lines at the edges of her face, thick rimmed glasses magnifying the breath of her eyes. But she still had the face of the woman who raised him. Who taught him about love and life. Who had come first for many years, and now that he had someone else, there was simply bittersweet reverie. And Karnot knew she was feeling it too.


He gave her a genuine, dashing even, smile, dropping the mask he put on for others, showing the face of the nephew she raised. The lyrics crooned about watching a boy become a man, a mother raising a son, and watching him sail free.


Her lips started quivering, tiny gems of light spawning in her eyes.


“Oh, and now you're crying? Talk about cliche, Auntie.”


“You hush, Karo. I'm not afraid to bend you over my knee right here.” He grinned wide, she’d do it.


“Alright, alright…” he relented, this time, willing to just share the moment.


“I just know that if she was still here with us, she'd cry too. These tears are for her.” He looked at the ground as they swayed like the waves, tides of song rising and falling from the speakers. He never doubted that she'd bring up his parents, her sister.


But he prepared for this.


“If”, he began, “she were here, I’d still tease her about crying. But she's not. You are. And you were there at every other moment I needed you. And every moment I didn't know I needed you. So… thank you, Auntie.” Auntie’s composure would have broken were she a weaker woman. But strong tears still crested down her cheeks, still beaming, still beautiful. For all in intents and purposes, she was his mother and no one else deserved this dance more.


The final chords hummed out as Auntie deepened their hug, likely getting her tears on his suit he noted. More clapping from the guests, there's a lot of clapping at weddings apparently. Again he ignored them. Holding his Auntie, his mother, close.


‘Guess I was the sappier one.’


……


“Wooo!” Baund sighed as he slipped back into his chair. Chest and heart pounding to supply his aching limbs with oxygen. ‘What a rush!’ he thought as his head pounded.


“Fuck, need a drink.” His mate plopped into the chair next to him, wood scraping the floor. Karnot had also loosened his tie, lost his jacket, and popped two buttons from his shirt. Vigorous dancing left them both winded and panting. Dark scruff contrasted the bright white of his shirt. The sudden and intense desire to weave his fingers through that jungle was not new to Baund.


“Here!” the shiba stretched a tall glass of cold water his way. It was sweating as much as they were under their pelts. His mate knocked it down in four large gulps. Baund started sipping his own.


“Ahhhhhhh, Goddamn! Thank you!” He slammed the previously filled cup down.


“Of course!” The starting bars of the next song shuffled up. Neither made a move to stand up.


“What the hell is this, y’all quittin’ already?” Tucky was sauntering his way towards their sweetheart table, leaving the pack of well dressed dancers behind, his entire shirt was off now. Cotton tank top and suspenders were all that was left on his torso. He didn’t even look breathless. Insane since he was out there dancing just as full tilt as both grooms.


“Give me a damn break! I’m just catchin’ my breath.” His mate said as he clawed the air.


“Mmm, well, you say that and you’ll take a song off. Then you’ll hate the next one so you’ll stay there. Then by the third, you’ll feel sleepy. And by the fourth, you’ll just be known as the first dancers to quit. At your own reception no less, truly a shame.” Baund smiled as he sipped his water. He didn’t miss the flick of Karnot’s ears, the light sneer, the barest hint of a growl. Goading worked wonders on his mate. ‘And there he goes, standing up.’


“If you think I’m going to lose to you, you can go get bent!” Fabric whipped as his mate threw his sweat drenched shirt to the ground. Bare chest bared to everyone. And certainly appreciated by Baund, who just sat and enjoyed the drama. What’s a wedding without some drama?


“That’s the spirit!” Tucky yelled, pounding the table. Karnot marched past him on his way back to the floor. Three paces away he turned back. The realization that he, in rather impressive and magnificent fashion, departed from his mate’s side must have finally caught up with the machismo. The slink back to the table, puppy dog eyes on point, hands held out apologetically all made Baund snicker.


‘My mate…’


“Is it okay if I go dance without you?” ‘God, you look so pathetic.’ Baund thought of the wolf as he locked eyes with his mate.


“Hmmm, no.” Karnot looked devastated, eyes falling to the floor, tail sagging, ears sinking against his head. A second later, Baund continued his thought. “Cause if either of you,” he regarded both canines, “think I’m going quit first,” He stood, guzzling down the last water in his cup, wiping the drops that missed his lips with his sleeve, “You BOTH can go GET BENT!” Baund slammed the glass down before strutting past the gawking pair. Riding his second wind and the absolute awed fascination and enamoration on his mate’s face. Baund shot him a wink and smirk as the chorus hit. There’s dancing to do!


……


“Alright everyone, it’s time to send off our grooms! Oh, I know, I know, but they have to get going. Let’s send them off with the finest smiles and loudest cheers.”


Karnot passed by the crowd, hugging guest after guest, giving his Auntie one last kiss on the cheek. Squeezing the life from Tucky’s hand with a clap on the shoulder. Plentiful fond farewells and well wishes. Too many to reciprocate. Too precious to not try. Tons of applause still; he didn’t ignore it this time.


Everyone was smiling, some were crying, two were leaving, threading the needle through the crowd.


Karnot sought his mate’s hand for a guideline, like magnets clinging together their fingers linked. Waving as enthusiastically as possible to match the love they were receiving.


……


Baund plopped onto their bed, pleasantly buzzed, on his stomach. Suit crinkling. Oh well, he had to dry clean it anyway. His mate, quite graciously, fiddled with the laces on his shoes, releasing the appendages from their leather prison.


“Hmm… Thank you.”


“Sure.” The mattress bounced with the mass of his mate. His smell wafted across the airwaves. Tickling his nostrils as he sniffed more.


“Hey..” his mate whispered at him.


“Hmm…?” Baund answered as he cracked his eyes open. The handsome visage popped into view like flowers blooming in spring.


“I love you.”


“Mmhmm.” The shiba responded with a nod, fabric scratching his cheek, eyes slipping closed again.


“Wanna fuck?” That got his attention, he rose to his elbows.


“Oh? Aren’t you tired?” The words were dripping with intrigue, the offer pulling him back from the cusp of dreams.


“Well, we have ta, you know, contemplate the marriage!” His mate turned to be lying side by side with Baund.


“Consummate, love.” Baund politely corrected the wolf.


“Of course you’ll cum too!” He looked indignant, his love-making insulted with the misunderstanding. Baund guffawed, the springs of their bed rocking with laughter along with the shiba. Karnot tilted his head to the side, eyes squinting in confusion, probably wondering if it was at his expense. It was, but he didn’t need to know that.


“Hmm, I could go for a good fuck right now, I reckon.” The shiba finally answered the question. His mate’s ears speared straight up, hazel eyes expanding. “You just need to propose first.”


Karnot was confused, ‘Why’s he asking me that?” His mate’s eyes were twinkling with mirth. “You want me to propose again?”


“Yes.”


“But we’re married already, right?” Karnot was quite confused.


“Of course, love. I’m asking you to propose that we have sex.”


“Ah.” Karnot said, not really understanding. His mate shuffled to the foot of the bed. The wolf, quite frankly, shrugged and went with it. He slipped to the floor, strutting in front of his mate. The word still tickled his mind. It tasted sweet in his thoughts. He hoped it never changed.


As he got down on one knee, he quickly put some words together, finding the exercise silly, but the endearing shiba in front of him was more than worth being silly for.


“Baund Syndigo.” It was the first time saying his mate’s new surname aloud. The memory of how he smiled will season his dreams forever. “Ever since I peeked on you getting ready before the wedding, saw you in just your blue briefs, I wanted nothing more than to bring you home, pull your sexy suit off one layer at a time, and fuck you until my dick explodes in your plugged ass.” By some miracle, Karnot kept the straightest composure. Channeling some spirit of erotic love to ensure he’d get laid tonight. Unfortunately, espers of uncontrollable laughter possessed his mate though as he fell to the bed, legs kicking out as he doubled over in laughter. God, it sounded wonderful.


His mate would stop, look at Karnot and the wolf’s most serious expression, and become wracked with chortles again. This cycle, laughing and trying to get a grip, continued for a solid minute or two. Karnot just smiled, still on one knee.


The roars of laughter became tame as Baund composed himself.


“I wasn't expecting you to go that hard on it.” he told his mate, remnant giggles bubbling up.


“I have one more line if you'd like to hear it.” The shiba cocked his head in thought, the temptation growing. Slanted eyes beheld his mate. With a half grin, he said.


“Tell me.”


Karnot was so ready for this. That spirit still providing him aid. ‘You're going to love this’


“Baund Syndigo,” his mate’s dream seasoning smile returned. “My mate…”


It would have been impossible for him to miss the way he sobered up. Sitting stock still, spine rigid, pupils wide and eyes wider. Karnot offered his left hand. Firm, unbreakable, precious metal band around his fourth finger.


“...will you mate with me?”


There were many incoherent thoughts going through Baund’s brain, twitchy ones, itchy ones, lovely ones, cuddly ones, stunned ones. But mostly… horny ones.


‘My mate!’


“Yes. I’ll mate with you.”


……


Slipping into a lubed hole always felt empowering. Added with the way Baund’s asshole just relaxed to take everything like a good bottom should, Karnot’s mating urges overtook his higher thought processes. The involuntary way his mate's claws dug into the comforter while standing on all fours told him everything he needed to know. The subby moans and way he docked his tail higher didn't hurt either.


The high pitched, whispered whines and inch after agonizing inch of his fleshrod penetrated deeper into each lover. One through the ear, one in the rear.


“Karo, oohhh Karo..” his mate begged into the sheets. He pulled hard on his mate's fluffy tail, leveraging the strength to stuff every manometer in. “Ahhh!” His mate yelped as Karnot’s already expanded knot battered his butt.


“You better relax, it's gonna be in you one way or another.”


“Karo…” his mate whined like a subby bitch.


“You said you wanted this.” He ground his fuckstick another centimeter in, distended muscles rippling.


“I do, I do, I do!” His mate rioted against the padded surface beneath him, crushing his ass against the wall that was Karnot’s cock. His mate’s bitch scent rolled off of him like the steamiest cologne. It sent Karnot deeper into the darkness of domination.


“Then you better re- fucking- lax!” Each syllable punctuated with a smash of thighs to thighs. Baund yipped with each wave. Karnot paused, seeing the Shiba’s hackles raise, an unspoken yellow light. His knot was about half way in, one more good shove and he could bury his bone but good. Instead, he bit his tongue, bided his time, bent down to nip at his mate's scruff.


“BB…” he growled longingly into his mate’s flattened ear. The stream of hot air making them twitch.


‘Karo…” he said so softly, so desperately, nuzzling back into the wolf. Karnot slid his hands up his mate’s sides, loving the way his fur felt as he petted against its natural angle. His claws skidding just over his mate’s skin.


“i want to tie you so fucking much, BB.”


“I know. I’m trying.” The whisper was hoarse. 


Karnot’s left hand continued up his mate's arm. The right headed south. Weaving through chest hair. Baund always felt nice to pet, mid length fur that wasn't too short and coarse nor long and knotted. Karnot spent more than one night only running his paws through his mate’s pelt to relax after a long stressful days. Or to calm his mate down when he needed it. Like now.


The wolf wasn't surprised as his mate turned his wrist, splayed his fingers, giving his lover a convenient runway to interlock their fingers.


“Shhh, shh, shh. Don’t worry. Don’t force yourself. You're unprepared and I don't wanna hurt you.” He licked his mate's cheek, tasting the salt he figured were from tears and sweat.


“I know, I know you won't.” The wolf heard the scrape of fabric as his mate dragged his second hand to melt over Karnot's left, joining the union of paws. The spasms, that felt so nice to his dick but were an unfortunate indication of his mate's discomfort, continued to diminish, in both frequency and intensity over the couple of moments of loving cuddles.


By then, his right hand reached its destination. Karnot was disappointed, but not surprised, to find his mate’s cock limp. His pride felt challenged. He massaged the sheath, trying to awaken the sleeping member. He rolled his thumb into the mound, fondling his mat’s orbs as they started to swell. Waves of musk returning to the wolf's nose. Karnot smiled to himself as he felt his partner’s length emerge. His dick lengthening out to half mast as he pumped up and down. Breathy hums and ahh’s returned to his ears.


And made his heart swell.


Baund couldn't have asked for a better partner really. One who understood that even though he wanted with every fiber to take his mate’s fat knot deep in him. Lock them together. Mate like beasts. It took time and patience. He willed his brain to focus on the touch to his dick, the smell of his mate’s scent, the sounds of his mate’s deep exhalations, just not the pain in his ass. Inch after inch snaked from his fleshy home only to be met with the soft pads that stroked his dick up and down. It was heavenly.


“Ooohh, ooh.”


He moaned and with his breath he let the tension go. Shoulders destressed, thighs settling, and he almost forgot about the cock wedged up his ass. Almost. His mate started rocking forward and back, reminding him in the most pleasurable way possible. Teasing the ball hard as iron and hot as fire just a little in and out.


“Unghhh…” as his whole tight passage was assailed with wonderful sensations.


His mate pinched around Baund’s own knot, at the same time sank just a hair's width deeper. Dominos fell as both bodies overcame the thickest limits of their flesh. One last hot flash of white pain and they were tied, body and soul.


“Fuuuuuuck….” His mate groaned, stroking even more vigorously on Baund’s leaking dick.


“Yesss…” Baund moaned, swimming in the feel good chemicals his brain rewarded him with. All sourced from his mate.


They were tied. They were wed. They were mates.


They were mating. And nowhere near done.


Baund wanted more.


“Don’t you dare stop.” Baund begged.


“I don’t plan to.”


Karnot’s grip on his mate’s hand intensified. With them tied, his bucks weren’t as long or full. It would have been too cruel to rip his knot out after the struggle of stuffing it in. Instead he focused on power. Muscles in his thighs and hips rippling with their collisions to his mate’s hind. Dull thumps vibrating through both lovers. Each accompanied by an invigorating clench of his mate’s weakened but active internal muscles.


Karnot reciprocated each one with a good stroke. Letting his mate know how much he appreciates him. How sexy he finds him, how amazing his mate makes him feel, how wonderful it feels to be wedded and tied. All in ways that he could only say with his body.


The pounding continued, deep, hard, constant. His mate started squirming, his feet ripping at the blankets as they sought purchase that Karnot wasn’t going to give him. He was going to make his mate feel amazing. The wolf growled as his climax exponentially approached, teeth gnashing together.


Every time their hips met, his mate’s cock dug deeper into Baund. He had been stretched so far to accommodate everything and it only felt like his mate kept going deeper, friction burning his walls as he took everything. He wanted everything, he wanted Karnot.


But he wasn’t going to last much longer either.


And neither was his mate, who bit his nape, pulling the looser skin up with his teeth as his thrusts stuttered. Baund swore he could feel each shot of hot cum stuffing him explode from his mate’s cock. So thoroughly locked in, it settled in his guts. Even with how amazing that must have felt for the wolf, the strokes to Baund’s own dick never ceased. Through searing orgasm, his mate still pleased him.


And that thought triggered his own, as he shot thick seed across their marriage bed.


Baund huffed and puffed, too tired to move his limbs, to unconcerned to try. His eyes must have glazed over cause he couldn’t even focus on anything in sight. The feeling of being tied to Karnot overrode everything else.


And it felt so wonderful.


“Karnot…”


“What?” he must have said through gritting teeth. Jets of hot breath blew through his fur.


‘Say it, you’ve wanted to all day.’ The shiba breathed in, getting heady on the mix of musks in the air.


“You’re…” he hesitated.


“I’m what?” His mate dropped his nape, probably guessing that Baund was in distress. The shiba turned as much as he could, feeling so very vulnerable, feeling very loved. His mate’s hazel eyes met his own.


“You’re my mate.” Baund croaked out, voice hoarse from a mix of exhaustion and arousal.


Every feature that Karnot had loosened. Smoothed. Softened. Settled. And he looked… positively dashing. The hand that was gripping around Baund’s sensitive knot fell away to wrap across his chest. To pull the lovers, the husbands, the mates together.


“I’m your mate.” The wolf whispered. He all of a sudden looked so extremely tired. Not that Baund felt any better either.


“And I’m yours.” The shiba returned feeling the comfortable weight of his mate, his Karnot, rest upon him.


The mates, having mated, fell asleep, in each other’s arms and dreams.