Late one night in the forests of Canada, a lone grey wolf pup was wandering out on his own looking for a friend. Careful to not be spotted, he darted between the trees in the dark and tried to locate his friend by smell, determinedly sniffing at the air each time he stopped. Eventually, he picked up on the distinct scent of bear nearby. “Brent?” he whispered before he took another big sniff. The odor was getting strong. It smelled like fresh dirt, old berries, and nervous sweat. “Yeah, definitely Brent.”
       
       Encouraged by the scent of his friend, Stinky kept sneaking forward, eyes and nose open looking for the bear. Eventually he found him. To his disappointment, the bear wasn’t doing anything to hide his presence at all. He was just sitting near a tree nervously twiddling his claws. 
       
       Stinky rolled his eyes while he peeked at the bear from behind a nearby bush. “He’s not taking this seriously at all.” He shook his head before stepping out and whispering to the bear. “Brent! Brent!” 
       
       It took a couple of tries, but eventually his bro noticed him. “Thtinky! There you are.” Without thinking much, Brent shouted and waved to his best bro. He only stopped when Stinky brought a paw to his lips and told him to be quiet. “Oh yeah. Th-thorry, Thtinky...” He didn’t exactly whisper, but at least with his distinct lisp it was harder for anyone listening in to make out what he was saying.
       
       “It’s okay, Brent.” Stinky looked around cautiously and motioned for the bear to come join him in the bush. “We just need to be careful, alright? This is a secret, remember?”
       
       Brent didn’t seem to notice Stinky’s request to join him. He just scratched his head and bit his lip. “Uh, r-right? Why ith that again?” He looked nervous, one paw reaching down and squeezing his leg. 
       
       It was annoying, but Stinky knew he needed to step out and comfort his bro if they were going to get any further tonight. So, he quietly crawled out from the bush and approached. Brent relaxed the second the wolf got close enough for him to see him. “Relax, bro. It’s just that we need to be careful.” Stinky glanced around and took another sniff, assuring himself it was just him and Brent before sitting down next to the bear. “Not everyone’s gonna approve of us trying to unite the clans. I don’t even know if my parents are okay with it yet.”
       
       The pup glanced around and sniffed again, even though he’d just checked seconds ago. This time it was Brent’s turn to comfort him. He was shocked for a second when the little bear suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck, but that warm, dirty fur and tight grip that his bro had was really calming. 
       
       “Thanks, Brent.” He smiled at the bear and leaned in closer. 
       
       “No problem, bro.” Brent squeezed tighter, threatening to pull the little wolf into a proper bear hug at any moment. He stopped just short though, since he had a few questions. “But, uh… can you explain why it’th a thecret one more time.” This time he actually did manage to whisper, leaning in close to the pup’s ear. “I mean, aren’t familieth thupposed to thee a wedding?”
       
       Stinky rolled his eyes. “I told you already, Brent. Our families wouldn’t agree. Mine just got over my mom and dad. There’s no way they’d let a bear in.” He snickered at the absurdity. The look on his grandpa’s face would be hilarious. That snicker changed quickly into a proud smirk though. “But, if we’re already married before I become leader of the pack, there’s no way anyone can say no to us uniting the clans!” He leaned harder against the bear, proudly showing off his smile as much as he could. 
       
       It was a flawless plan, as far as Stinky was concerned, and as long as the pup was confident, Brent could be too. “Oh! Okay, that maketh thenthe.” The bear smiled right back, goofily and cheerfully. 
       
       And that meant it was time to put their plan into action. So, after one little last snuggle, Stinky stood up and out of Brent’s hug to he could face him directly and authoritatively. He even stomped his front foot to make sure Brent was paying attention. “Okay! So, I finally got my grandma to tell me all about it, are you paying attention Brent?”
       
       Brent excitedly nodded and leaned forward, hanging on Stinky’s every word. 
       
       So, the wolf pup went on proudly. Forgetting that they were supposed to be quiet, he raised his snout high and spoke loud and clearly. “So, first we have to accept eachother’s scents!” He stomped again with the proclamation. “Stand up and smell my neck, and then I smell yours.”
       
       “Okay, okay!” Brent followed the order without hesitation, getting to all fours and excitedly bouncing his way to his bro. Stinky smiled encouragingly the whole way, until Brent moved out of his sightline and pressed his nose against the pup’s neck with a surprising amount of force. It was so shockingly strong it nearly knocked Stinky off his feet. It might have if Brent hadn’t grabbed the pup to steady him. 
       
       “W-whoa! Brent!” Stinky took a moment to get his paws solidly under him before Brent started sniffing. Even the bear’s breath was strong up close. Stinky felt it pulling at his fur. 
       
        “Hehe. You thmell good, Thtinky.” Brent laughed and exhaled as deep as he inhaled. It felt really nice and warm against the wolf’s neck. The whole experience felt really nice actually. “Am I doing it right?”
       
       Stinky leaned against the bear and got his own whiff before answering. Brent smelled just like he remembered, except for the sweat. Something about being this close made it smell different maybe. “Y-yeah, I think so.” Brent took another sniff with his approval. It made the wolf shiver. “Th-then we keep going. U-until we sniff eachother’s butts.”
       
       Brent followed Stinky’s instructions without question, only giving the wolf a quiet, “Okay, Thinky,” as he slid along his side vacuuming up the smells on the wolf’s fur. Stinky tried to do the same for him, but with Brent grabbing him, the bear controlled the pace. Stinky was only able to scooch forward a bit at a time. 
       
       The wolf was able to accept the bear’s scent along the way though. The unfamiliar scent got stronger the closer he got to his friend’s butt. Eventually, it was overpowering most of Brent’s other smells even. Stinky didn’t have a good word for it. The closest word he could find was dirty, but that wouldn’t work. The smell was too good for a word like that. 
       
       Eventually Stinky reached his bro’s rear and was assaulted by the smell in full. With his nose pressed against Brent’s tail the smell was so overpowering it made him shake. His tail went crazy while he breathed it in. “B-Brent… wowee. Did you always smell like this back here?”
       
       All he got back for a response was a grunt. Brent was enjoying Stinky’s smell almost as much as the wolf was enjoying his. He was a bit nervous, but when Stinky’s cold nose rubbed under his tail, he knew he had to follow his bro’s lead. Stinky’s tail tickled his head once he started sniffing. It made him laugh. 
       
       The young wolf’s tail wagged even more once he felt his bro’s nose, and for a second he completely forgot what he was doing. His own nose went crazy trying to find more of that weird, dirty smell. Eventually it wandered away from Brent’s rear and down to the bear’s balls, where it got even more overwhelming. Then, it wandered even lower, finding the bear’s strong, sweaty cock poking just the barest inch out of his sheath. “Uh… uh…” Stinky’s nose was twitching uncontrollably at the scent of Brent’s groin. It was clouding his brain.
       
       Thankfully, Brent was able to get them back on track. “Uh… when do we know we’ve got enough, bro?” He was still grabbing tight to Stinky’s ass, and even punctuated his question with another sniff, so Stinky got the impression he wasn’t complaining, just asking. If there was any doubt, the wolf noticed that his smell grew a little stronger whenever he sniffed. 
       
       Unfortunately, they did have more business to get to tonight for the ceremony. “Uh… j-just one more smell, Brent…” The pair both enjoyed one more particularly long breath in line with Stinky’s instructions, then sadly parted as Stinky crawled out from under Brent’s grip. 
       
       When he looked back, the bear cub was still staring at his butt and inching toward it. “Th-thso are we married now then?” Brent didn’t really care about the question, just idly following his bro’s smell. “That meanth I get to thmell you ath much ath I want, right?”
       
       “Not yet, Brent!” Stinky caught his breath and smiled back at his bro. Brent looked a bit disappointed, but that wouldn’t last long. “Before we’re married, we’ve gotta hump.” He smiled and lifted his tail nice and high for his bro, trying to keep it from wagging. This was what the whole plan was leading to. “Grandma says the tougher alpha lets their husband ride on their back, so that means you’ve gotta climb on me.”
       
       Brent once more didn’t hesitate to follow Stinky’s instructions. Though, he didn’t give the wolf a proper okay to warn him this time, or anything to warn him for that matter. Suddenly Stinky was just forced to deal with the weight of the grizzly slamming onto his back. If he hadn’t been the future leader of the pack, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to take it. 
       
       The little wolf managed to stand proudly under the weight though. At least, mostly proudly. He was suddenly starting to shake. Brent’s smell was even more intense than before somehow, and the warmth of the bear felt way more powerful than it ever had. It wasn’t like Brent hadn’t ever been on top of him in a dogpile before either. This was different. 
       
       “Tho I just…” Brent groaned and started thrusting his hips before he could even finish his thoughts, instinct taking the reins. “L-like thith?” 
       
       “I th-think so…” Stinky nodded, also letting instinct take over as he lifted his butt and pressed back into Brent. “U-until were tied?” The pup wasn’t quite sure what that meant when his grandma told him about it, but he was getting an idea now. He felt something hard pressing against his rear with each of Brent’s thrusts, and thanks to his sniffing earlier he was able to put together that it was his best bro’s penis. 
       
       Every thrust made the bear harder and smellier and made Stinky more anxious. At some point, the bear pushed hard enough to make him whimper, just barely pressing the tip against the pup’s butt and threatening to enter. Stinky wanted to stay strong and make sure the marriage worked, but something about that feeling gave him second thoughts “B-bro…”
       
       “Th-thtinky…” Brent groaned and squeezed his friend tight, tighter than Stinky had ever felt before, and humped one more time. 
       
       And that sent Stinky reeling. That one more thrust was enough to finally connect the pair. Brent forcefully pushed his way right past any resistance and into Stinky’s butt, and Stinky, instinctively, pushed back. The young wolf even dropped his front legs and head to make sure it went in. 
       
       Both cubs couldn’t even hope to keep quiet after that, and soon their secret meeting was a mixture of howls and grunts while the pair tried to figure out just what was happening. At least, Stinky tried to focus. His mind was driven crazy by the feeling and the ever more potent smell. Something about his own smell and Brent’s were mixing, and the odd blend of wolf and Bear was making his head hurt.
       
       That smell somehow was second on his mind though. The feeling was even more overwhelming. It was mostly heat now. He barely noticed Brent’s weight even though it was hitting him harder and harder each second. All he could feel was the heat and the fullness. It felt like he was going to pop. His grandma had told him marriage was magical, but he hadn’t thought it would be like this.
       
       Of course, Brent hadn’t thought about the marriage at all beyond wanting to be with his best bro, Stinky. And that thought was still the only thing in his head as he growled atop the wolf. His thrusts and grip were feral while he worked towards that one goal, never feeling so close to Stinky in every way before. It was all too much for the young bear to take. Before he could even tell what was happening, he was releasing everything into the pup. 
       
       “Ah! Ah! Thtinky!” Brent started shouting uncontrollably as he came. He didn’t want to soil their wedding, and he had no idea what was happening. But at the same time, he didn’t want to let go. “Th-thomethingth coming!”
       
       “L-let it, Brent!” Stinky shouted back. He was feeling even more like he was going to burst as something hot started pouring into him, staining his legs, and warming his whole body. “G-grandma says that it h-has to last f-for twenty minutes!” He bit his lip, not sure if he could take that long himself. His own dick was twitching as wildly as his tail was before, even though it was still trapped mostly in its sheath with only the meaty red tip poking free. 
       
       Within moments, he was letting loose too, right onto the ground. At that point, there was no hope of Brent pulling out. The alpha was holding him too tightly.
       
       And for the next twenty minutes on the dot, Stinky held tight to his new husband with his rear alone. The rest of his body went mostly limp in the meantime, leaving him laying panting under the bear that was desperately hugging on to him while they both kept cumming and cumming. 
       
       And if the cubs had their way, the ceremony would have lasted for quite a bit longer than that. Neither of them actually was able to keep track of the time passing after all. 
       
       Stinky only noticed they’d been tied long at all once something familiar pierced the haze of their newlywed bliss. Specifically, a familiar smell pierced the haze of Brent’s wonderful, dirty scent. 
       
       “D-dad?” The little wolf blinked open his eyes.
       
       “Stinky! Where’d you get off to?” The voice of the pup’s father pierced the night. He was some distance away still, but based on his smell, he was coming their way.
       
       “O-oh crap!” Brent started to shake but didn’t let go. “B-bro! I think your dad’th coming? Th-thould I pull out?” Just like before he started to move before he even asked the question. Worn out as he was though, Stinky squeezed tight before he could.
       
       “No! Not yet…” The pup groaned and tried to pull himself up. “If we can finish it, d-dad can’t be mad anymore. W-well already be married.” It was the perfect plan. All they had to do was stayed tied long enough. “S-so don’t let go, okay… Best bros?” Even though he tried to keep confident, the young wolf kept shaking. 
       
       So, Brent leaned in and held him close. For just a second, his smell became overwhelming again.  “Okay, Thtinky…” 
       
       The pup didn’t even care when his dad started calling again. “I swear if you’re out there with some cute girl! You know your mom would freak!” In the distance beyond where either cub could hear, the older wolf mumbled under his breath. “’Course I’d be proud myself. Little stud just like his pops.”