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I didn't really have much in mind in terms of setup or setting, so for this one I decided to just get straight into the action - and also didn't expect it to go on for the 8k it did! But if anything, that's just more wet meaty fun with this big smelly wolf.

I told y'all I'm always looking to get more of these themes in my gallery, so now it's time to do that!", "writing": "“On your back. Come on, now.”\n\nLukas licked his lips, pants already growing a bit tighter at the familiar growl beneath the wolf’s voice. Fuzzy loomed over him from above, the lupine’s eyes glittering in the light that filtered in through the window across the room; he crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head, and swished his tail to the other side.\n\n“Actually.” A sharp-clawed finger pointed down in front of him, though Lukas needed no guidance in letting his gaze follow the tuft of thick, dense fur along Fuzzy’s bared belly down towards the waistband of his jeans. “On second thought. Get me out of these first, and then lie back.”\n\n“Jeez.” The otter sat upright, smirked up at him, and then focused forward, deft paws getting to work at the button first and zipper next. “Do you need me to piss for you, too?” Even without touching his fingers to the fabric he could feel the thick, dank heat radiating out from inside, the material straining around the hefty bulge of Fuzzy’s sheath and sack – which sagged and shifted as soon as they came into view, pressure relieved, finally allowed to spread out to occupy the space granted to them. As usual, he wore no underwear.\n\n“Well…” Fuzzy nudged his hips forward, allowing first one ball and then the other to slide out across Lukas’s waiting fingers. The otter’s paw dropped a little bit beneath their weight. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”\n\nAgain Lukas rolled his eyes, then let them drop right back to the enticing sight before him. Soft, thick fur bushed up along the girth of Fuzzy’s plump sheath, thinning out to pale, glistening pink at the lip, slick, wet, slimy; even without leaning in his nose sizzled with the nearly overwhelming scent, rich coppery musk, like saltwater and hot glue and a little bit of seaweed funk, all wrapped beneath the thick, wet-dog spice of male wolf.\n\nHe couldn’t help himself. Balls still resting in his open palm, the otter leaned in, touched his nose right to the sticky, foggy glob that had gathered at the base of the opening there, and drew in the scent until it filled it lungs with intoxicating, roiling heat. He squirmed where he sat at the edge of the mattress, other paw dropping down to rub at his own growing arousal, unlike Fuzzy’s still confined.\n\nThe wolf snapped his fingers, other paw holding his opened pants where they hung down there along his waist. “Hey. Babe. Thoughts of dick already taken the place of what I just told you?”\n\n“Mm…” He continued in, dragging his nose along the soft, supple skin so that it tugged back along Fuzzy’s tapered tip – and smacked audibly as it did so, the slick inner layer peeling wetly away from the meat half-hidden inside. His paw dug further down between the wolf’s thighs, lifting up against the ridge of somewhat firmer flesh and fur lining between his sack and tailhole, hot and damp with gathered scent, while his nose dove into the thick puff of fur within which his sheath nestled. “What was that? Sorry.”\n\nThe wolf scoffed, pushed forward from his hips, then reached down to easily push Lukas onto his back by his shoulder. The otter rumbled again, licked some of the gathered slickness from his lips, and scooted back into a more comfortable position; the mattress shifted and sank underneath him as soon as Fuzzy began climbing over him, hefty sheath and heftier balls swinging beneath their own weight between his legs as he did so.\n\nLukas let himself take in the view for a moment. He ran a paw down the wolf’s bare chest, feeling at his fur, the skin underneath, the lines of muscles threading beneath, then back up along the lupine’s shoulder, neck, and jaw. Fuzzy nuzzled into the touch, then took Lukas’s wrist in his paw, kissed the back of it, and pinned it above his head.\n\n“You know,” the otter mused, grinding up within his own pants, “I do seem to find myself in this position quite a lot.”\n\n“Good thing you’re not complaining about it.” Fuzzy held his gaze, winked, and then just as Lukas had expected, lifted one leg up to swing himself around.\n\nThe otter felt that same thick, swampy heat trickling down across him as balls and sheath swung into place above his head, scent wafting down in roiling waves; a moment later he felt fingers tugging at his pants, working the button first, then the zipper, and then sliding them straight down his legs. The waistband of his underwear caught along his cock; Fuzzy ran his palm across the shape of his length half-obscured within, then pulled the elastic down and over.\n\nLukas swallowed again, already able to taste him as strongly as if he had taken that whole sheath into his muzzle – something he could do, with effort, so long as Fuzzy wasn’t hard in the slightest. Which, that was already out of the question: the wolf’s hips rocked slowly overhead, primal animalistic urges already making themselves known in the reflexive thrusts, with the thick, slick skin of his sheath slipping smoothly forward and back around the slowly growing length inside. The otter lifted up a little bit further, welcoming that full sack to nudge, rest, and drag across his muzzle with each push, nose pressing into the gentle give of the sheath itself. For a moment he held himself there, then dropped back down so that the plump, hot meat sagged down as well.\n\nHot, hungry breath wafted down between his thighs, pulling another throb from his own legs. Lukas swallowed, spread his legs a bit, felt his balls drift down near his tailhole – then shivered at the sensation of broad, flat, velvety lupine tongue digging down to scoop them back out of the way. Still he raised up further, following Fuzzy’s silent insistence with one paw slipping beneath his leg; that tongue continued in place, rolling the loose, supple skin of the otter’s sack back and forth, drawing his balls in between his lips to lick, slurp, and suck, then pulled up and back until he tugged them taut.\n\nLukas moaned, his breath fizzling out into humid heat among the thick bush of Fuzzy’s pubic fur resting across his nose, then shuddered again when he finally flopped free from the wolf’s muzzle. Above him the other male gave a lot, hungry growl, leaned in further, and now braced his tongue at the underside of Lukas’s sack; he pressed in, pushing more firmly with each throb from the otter, and then dragged slowly, deliberately down towards his tailhole.\n\nAs soon as his tongue pulled free, he pushed his chin down underneath the otter’s sack, then dove right back in for another lick… and another, and another, and another, each time pressing in when he dragged over Lukas’s tailhole, forcing his tongue to fold in along the close wrinkles and overlapping folds. The otter squeezed and clenched in rhythm, then deliberately turned to pushing instead; Fuzzy gave an appreciative rumble to the sensation of his tailhole puckering out to kiss him back, tongue running along the rim of protruding muscle, then swirling in to poke once more at the center. Lukas felt him swallow, then sigh out, then pull in another breath – and right as the wolf’s tongue began to dig itself inside of him, so too did his lips seal fully around his tailhole, licking turning to sucking, to suckling, to nursing.\n\nFuzzy worked his jaw as he focused, drawing from both across and inside of him, tongue sliding in, squishing out to spread him, and then slurping back out again, all the way he continued to take deep, steady drags from inside. Lukas kept one paw along the back of the wolf’s sheath to keep it pressed down against his muzzle, those reflexive thrusts again and again smearing the emerging meat across his fur; his moaned out against the base of the wolf’s sheath where his balls sagged down around his brow, burying himself in sweat and scent and slick, sticky heat, alternating back and forth between squeezing around the exploring tongue and forcefully pushing out to kiss him back.\n\nAfter a moment Fuzzy drew back, though Lukas’s deliberate pushing meant that the otter’s tailhole remained between his lips for another half-inch. That broad, soft tongue dug, swirled, slurped, and then tugged free, hooking along the ring of muscle to pull it out further and then come free with a gentle pop. “God,” the wolf breathed, then sat back a bit so he could hoist the otter’s hind end up into the air, “I fucking love when you push like that, babe…”\n\nNow wedged between the mattress and the wolf’s balls, Lukas squirmed, took in another lungful of intoxicating scent, and of course continued in his pushing. He craned his head to push himself further back behind Fuzzy’s sack, lips pursed forward to run through the thick, musk-slick fur between his legs; again and again the wolf’s tongue dragged across him, pulling his own balls with its movement before flopping free, partially folding in to his already stretched rim.\n\nFuzzy sat back in such a way that he kept the otter pinned beneath him, without resting his weight on him: Lukas was free to move and wiggle and squirm, and soon found himself perfectly positioned to return the favor to the other male as well. Feeling hungry, dazed breath tickling across him, the wolf’s tail also reflexively began to hike up at the base, his hips still rocking with his steady arousal. Each throb pulsed back through him, balls clenching, tailhole puckering, pulling inwards, then sinking out again; Lukas paused in his own pushing so he could lean forward and brush his lips across the wolf’s rim, first just dancing back and forth feeling the contours, the eager trembling, the little pulses and clenches.\n\nThen, though, Fuzzy pulled back again, cleared his throat, and once again adjusted his grip on the otter’s hind end, his large paws coming in to squish across his rump. Lukas gasped as he was folded further over himself, breath puffing out hot and humid across the wolf’s tailhole, and in another moment he felt one, two, three, four fingers sinking easily down into him, two pairs pressing together to squish past his tongue-stretched rim.\n\nPushing once again turned to clenching, but Fuzzy tugged out along the interior of the squeezing muscle. Lukas shifted, toes curling, legs going out; he wrapped his arms around the wolf’s thighs spread around his chest to pull himself up, finally touching lips to tailhole and sealing into place, filling his maw with the greasy taste of lupine musk. Those fingers pushed easily in past the first knuckle, then the second, and then to the base – and instead of sliding them back out Fuzzy spread them inside of him, hooking out within the meat of his lower bowels and pushing out his walls.\n\nBack and forth he worked those spread fingers, turning them this way and that, scooping out at Lukas from inside while the otter kept his mouth tight in place, tongue pressing forward, circling around, sucking the taste from his skin. Then bit by bit Fuzzy drew back, fingers still stretched out, and let them slip free; the otter felt his rim remain parted open before his nerves reflexively clenched shut, then once again parted back open.\n\n“There you are,” the wolf rumbled, and once again leaned in for another lick. This time his tongue folded fully inside Lukas’s tailhole. “That’s what I like to see.”\n\n“What-” Lukas parted his lips around the wolf’s tailhole without pulling back, each breath wafting the scent back across him. “-my insides?”\n\n“You told me yourself it’s your best side.” Those same four fingers pushed in again, then were joined by two more. This time Fuzzy spread him open from outside, muscles straining, sliding back and forth to work him apart. “I’d be inclined to agree, but all your sides are pretty good.”\n\nAs he spoke Fuzzy sat back across the otter’s muzzle, once again sealing him in between rump and mattress. Lukas’s jaw stretched open around his flexing, trembling tailhole, tongue dragging across, mouth once again filling with his scent and taste; a low, satisfied rumble was the only response he could give at this point, especially as those fingers pushed deep inside, scooped him out from within, and then drew back yet again, partially folding the inner walls of his bowels up across themselves before they slid back into place.\n\nSoon Fuzzy rode along the otter’s muzzle, pushing back, holding there, and then grinding forward, hefty balls draped around his chin and throat, plump sheath and full cock resting down along his chest where it hung beneath its own impressive weight. 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His fingerpads came back sticky. “You’ve already made a mess of me, and we’ve… barely even started.”\n\n“You think that’s a mess?” Fuzzy grinned, bright and sharp and predatory, and flicked his tongue out over his chops. “I’ll give you a mess, babe. Come on – bend over. Right here.” He patted the side of the mattress.\n\nLukas rumbled again and began the laborious process of scooting himself forward. His rim still tingled with the sensation of tongue and fingers, muscles loosened, nerves on high alert; all he wanted was more of that, to feel Fuzzy again deep inside of him, pushing and squishing out at his inner walls, making him gasp and squirm and wriggle. As he rolled over and then dropped down, his own hard cock brushing across the sheets, he felt a thick glob of saliva roll down the back of his sack-\n\n-which was then scooped up along the side of lupine fingers and shoved right back into him, three at a time pressing easily in, squelching as the meat of his guts worked around them and then relaxed. The wolf’s other paw braced against Lukas’s plush rump, stretched and spread him, and then pulled him open as those fingers drew back out; Lukas arched his back into the grip and wiggled backwards, welcoming the touch and the pull, willing himself to relax and once again push out. His little teacup ears flicked backwards to the wet, meaty squelch and slurp of inner walls welling up against one another, filling the spaces in between digging fingers – then just as quickly clenched back again when Fuzzy pursed his lips, worked up a thick glob of drool, and spat it down into the waiting meat, so that it smacked out around the surrounding wrinkles.\n\nAnother moan trickling out from his wolf-scented lips, Lukas swayed his hips from one side to the other, then again when he felt the fingers retreat so that instead Fuzzy’s tapered tip could take their place. The wolf gave a slow thrust forward, deliberately letting the underside of his cock smear across the otter’s prepared tailhole; then he drew back, throbbed across him, thrust again, squirted out another spray of loose pre along the underside of his rudder, then pulled back one more time, angled himself down with a thumb… and began to press forward. On instinct Lukas arched his back and pulled in a hissing breath, then let back out in a shuddering sigh: thick, dense heat and girth sank its way into him, stretching him open, sleeving his guts around it as it pushed deeper and deeper, reshaping his belly from inside.\n\n“There you go,” Fuzzy purred, leaning over the smaller male as he continued to bury himself inside. He paused in his movement, tugged back, and then thrust forward again, easing the contours of his cock into the otter, letting him grow accustomed to his size and shape. “How’s that?”\n\nLukas clamped a paw down around his short muzzle. “So… fucking good…”\n\n“I can feel you clenching.”\n\nThat gave him a chuckle. “Then I’m not loose enough yet.”\n\n“I was just about to say the same thing…”\n\nTwo huge paws grasped his waist to tug him gently back, reciprocating the same progress into him. Again and again Lukas arched, shivered, shuddered, and moaned, halfway between squeezing around the wolf’s length and then pushing out against, willing his bowels to slurp and suck and pull; his short claws dug at the sheets of the bed, and before long he realized that a bit of drool had dribbled from the corner of his lip as well.\n\nEven this early into their coupling, Fuzzy’s as of yet unswollen knot proved a challenge. Lukas felt it nudging up against him, his rim slick with saliva, Fuzzy’s meat slimy with the natural gathered buildup of his musk and sweat, and still he had to gyrate his hip in place, working himself forward, easing the otter’s tailhole further open… until finally it pulled into place around and sucked him deeper in, clamping down around the root of his cock with his sheath bunched up behind, tugging, squeezing, pulling. It felt like a second heartbeat lodged inside of him, pressure and heat pushing out from inside, unyielding as it kept him in place.\n\nThen the wolf pulled back, sleek bulge of his still unswollen knot tugging out at the otter’s tailhole, drawing it along its length, pulling… and then finally slipping free, with the rest of his shaft soon following. He drew out nearly to his tip, then once again reversed his movement and pressed back in, to the knot, across it, and past, and back again.\n\nHis paws tightened along Lukas’s waist as he settled into his rhythm, pushing in, holding deep, tugging back out, progress smoothed and slickened by saliva, sheath slime, and natural mucus all in one. “You holding up okay?”\n\n“Mm…” Lukas stirred from where he had buried his muzzle underneath one arm. “Mhmm…”\n\n“Good boy. Keep clenching for me. That’s what I wanna feel now.”\n\nLukas shifted how he lay so that he could oblige. He bit his lip and arched his back again, paws pressing against the edge of the mattress, reflexively grinding back onto the wolf’s hips every time Fuzzy buried himself inside of him; he deliberately clamped down at the bulge of his knot from behind, loving the way it tugged at his tailhole, how it pulled him slightly out across it, and then rocked forward as he came free, only to then push right back again.\n\nBefore long the frame of the bed rocked and squeaked with the motion, Fuzzy’s breaths coming and going between clenched fangs, little moans underlined with a slow, growling need. Bit by bit he leaned more fully in over the otter, hefty balls swinging forward to nudge against Lukas’s, chest and belly pushing against his back; hot breath puffed out over his shoulder, and strands of drool dribbled down to join his own soaking into the sheets, and then those jaws parted and sharp fangs pressed gently into his skin.\n\nWith each thrust Lukas felt himself pushed further and further into the warm, heady haze of indulgent pleasure, his body rocking forward and then sinking back, Fuzzy’s impressive girth stretching him wide again and again, with the relatively slight bulge of his still unswollen knot now facing no difficulty in plunging into him. One of the wolf’s arms reached down around his belly to hoist him up against the lupine, and the other craned in to push down towards his hips to at once tug him back into his thrusts, and to wrap around the otter’s hard, dripping shaft-\n\n-and then, muscles bunching, Fuzzy suddenly yanked Lukas up and back as he straightened up, pressing the breath out of the otter’s body and forcing him to sink all the way down onto him. He gasped, yelped, and clutched onto the strong arms keeping him upright, then shuddered, shivered, and moaned again as Fuzzy pushed away from the mattress to slowly walk him over towards the bathroom. Each step reverberated inside of him where Fuzzy remained hilted, the otter’s rump slurping up along his length and then sinking back down alongside each step.\n\n“Wha-” He groaned, swallowed, and shivered again, legs first splaying out and then pulling up towards his body. “Fuzzy-”\n\nFrom behind he felt a deep, steady growl rumbling within the wolf’s chest, his muzzle coming in along his shoulder to help keep him steady. “I just thought,” the lupine began, then nudged the bathroom door open with his shoulder, “that with all this talk of making a mess… you’d wanna be able to see what I’m about to do to you.”\n\nAnother question started to bubble up in the otter’s throat, then fizzled away as Fuzzy’s pace slowed to a stop. He spread his stance, leaned back a bit to brace himself against the bathroom wall, arched his body so that Lukas could rest back across his chest, then shifted first one paw and then the other down to his thighs to keep him spread and steady – and through half-lidded eyes bleary with burgeoning pleasure Lukas saw himself in the mirror, his chest heaving with unsteady, urgent breaths, his hard cock bouncing across his belly with each reflexive clench, his fur sticky and matted with drool and pre and whatever else, and Fuzzy’s inviting, predatory grin glimmering from over his shoulder.\n\nAnd then the wolf tightened his grip on him, held him up, and began to slide back down out of him. Slick reddish-pink pulled down and out, still tugging Lukas’s tailhole along its length as it came, then squished right back in; Fuzzy immediately resumed his initial pace from before, paws tightening, teeth gritting, hips smacking against Lukas’s rump and hefty balls swinging. The different position immediately had its effect on the otter, forcing him to roll his head first to one side and then the other; his toes curled, then stretched out, then curled again; he coiled his rudder as much as he could around Fuzzy’s upper thigh as though to try to pull him even deeper inside of him, belly beginning to strain and stir with the presence of the lupine meat pumping inside of him.\n\n“You’re…” His voice sounded dry and distant. “Gonna… make me…”\n\nThat growl sharpened, tickling at his ear. “Cum? From-” Fuzzy tugged back, held there, then slammed back in, and did so again, and again, each time pushing a hot, breathy moan out from the otter squeezing around him. “-this? Wanna cum for me, without ever having to touch yourself?”\n\n“Mmh…” Lukas’s eyes fluttered shut, then opened once again so that he could watch himself in the mirror just as the wolf had planned. His thrusts had become longer and deeper, coming out to the tip and then sliding all the way back in, tailhole stretching and then settling in around the bulge of his knot which itself had started to swell up as well; that urgency zapped down through Fuzzy’s strong legs, and he shifted his posture again, leaning back against the wall, moving his arms a little, bracing Lukas in his lap even as he remained upright.\n\nEach thrust pounded that sensation through his abdomen again, the pressure growing with the urgency, the hot, simmering flame that swelled out from inside like a balloon. No longer was he trying to clench and squeeze and throb: his muscles worked all on their own, responding in rhythm to the wolf pounding deep, knot now tugging out at his rim from inside and forcibly unfolding it, then jamming right back in, again, again. Fuzzy’s breathing turned to short, quick gasping grunts; his legs trembled, and his tail flicked, and he nearly buckled at the knees before catching himself on the wall, bringing his paws in between Lukas’s legs, spreading the otter near the base of his sack – and then he slammed deep, held there, jerked upwards, gasped… tugged, tugged again, continued tugging, and filled the smaller male with sudden intense heat.\n\nAt first it was manageable, intense yet pleasurable, and Lukas leaned his weight back against the wolf behind him and squirmed as the knot swelled out. Each pulse felt like a drum inside of him pounding out as it grew, widening further, stretching the walls of his bowels just beyond his rim and locking tight; this paired with the volume being pumped into him, hot and slick and thick so that he could feel it rushing deeper into his guts and filling his belly out, put a similar pressure on the rest of him so that he felt that, maybe if he pushed…\n\nSo he did. The otter took in a breath, gritted his teeth, and bore down, legs lifting up out of the way, toes curling, tailhole flexing, balls shifting, as he pushed to try to empty his bladder, knowing already how much Fuzzy would love that. For a second he thought he felt a little bit of the relief, the sensation of the interior valve shifting open and the pressure releasing, but no matter how much he strained, nothing happened.\n\nNothing other than the wolf shuddering, groaning, and lifting somehow deeper inside of him, the root of his fully swollen shaft twitching within his tailhole as it tried to unfold and open up, sleeving that sensitive section in a wet cushion of red meat without actually letting it free.\n\n“Mm. I feel you doin’ that.” Still panting, voice labored with the intensity of his peak, Fuzzy leaned in along the otter’s shoulder once more to nuzzle in at his neck. Small nips danced in between sweet kisses there – then one slow, deliberate lick, from shoulder to jaw, that made Lukas shiver and clench all over again. “Read my mind. Ready?”\n\n“I-” Then another grunt. “Ready? For?”\n\n“This,” and Fuzzy thrust his hips forward to once again bury his knot deep, “is coming right on out of you.”\n\n“But – won’t that-” The idea was by no means a new one to either of them, but still the thought of actually doing it… Lukas squirmed again, squeezed, then tried to relax – but it was so hard with the wolf’s knot wedged inside of him, pushing forcibly out at all of his nerves and muscles.\n\n“One way to find out.” Once again those big paws shifted down to his rump, fingers pulling to help spread him. “Get back to it, babe. Push for me. Push hard. I want you to fuckin’ piss yourself.”\n\n“Think I’m already…” Lukas reached around so that he could grasp onto Fuzzy’s arms for balance. “Well on my way…”\n\nAnd he did as told, focusing all of his energy down into those lower muscles, taking a deep breath first and then pushing from deep inside of himself. He held that tension, paused, took another breath, and then strained again. A tight groan trickled out from within his throat; his heart thumped in his chest and the back of his head; he huffed out, panted for a moment, and then began all over again, by now feeling his lower intestines balloon up around themselves in wedging against Fuzzy’s sizeable knot, rings of muscles overlapping to try to push him out even as the wolf also tugged.\n\nDown from the hips, up from the paws, wide bulge of hard meat pulling at him from inside, tugging his tailhole out along itself, stretching him in a way that he had felt only a few times before; Lukas grunted and groaned and panted, entire body trembling as he strained. He thought he discerned a little bit of progress in the knot pulling out of him, but the slightest little bit of relief just forced his body to reverse its momentum and clench again, so he had to push all over again-\n\n-and then when it began, it finished, like a boulder pushed off a steep cliff. A little bit now, then a little bit more, and then suddenly the rest all at once, his rim stretching wide to grasp around the full width of the wolf’s tie, turning that pleasure to sudden discomfort, to something close to pain, and then back to a stirring sensation of relief when it just kept on going, the otter’s tailhole slurping in along the other side. Fuzzy moaned out between gritted teeth, hard shaft throbbing, twitching again inside of him, likely forcing out another few spurts with the extra sensation; Lukas gasped and then let that breath trickle back out in a shuddering moan, alongside the expected flow of released piss streaming across his belly and down between his legs.\n\n“Good boy,” Fuzzy managed, then just as smooth began to work his hips back up against him. “Good boy. Keep pushing. We’re not done yet.”\n\n“Wait – you’re not-”\n\n“I am. Push.”\n\nArousal and excitement thrummed through him. Lukas struggled to catch his breath, worked to ignore the tingling ache that made itself known throughout his rim, and then continued where he had left off, this time with his mark freely dribbling from his still hard cock. He heard his bowels splutter, gutter, and squelch as the lower few inches bunched up towards his tailhole gaping open around the rest of Fuzzy’s shaft, then squished as the lupine began to force his knot back into him.\n\nAs expected, nothing at first. But Lukas continued straining and pushing and leaking, the rim of his tailhole blossomed fully open from inside; there was the so-familiar pressure of the girth wedging up against him, squishing in, trying to work its way… and then the fulfilling sensation of those muscles giving in, his body shifting and adjusting to accommodate, his rim parting open just a little bit further to begin its progress in the other direction… and then that same mounting pressure, the discomfort morphing to sharp sensation so that he gasped, yelped, and clenched, and then the same initial pulsing, throbbing heat inside of him.\n\n“Ah – hah-” Lukas panted, squirming, shivering, squeezing. “I – can’t-”\n\nFuzzy’s paws tightened on him. “All good? Need me out?”\n\n“N-no, not – I’m just – hah-”\n\nAnd that was a strange sensation, too, feeling his nerves continue to fire, the contractions of his muscles straining along one another without his conscious, active input. The pressure inside of him, the warmth, the rhythmic pumping of Fuzzy’s pulse and twitching of his shaft; Lukas could do nothing but rock his hips where he was tied, loosened and slickened tailhole slurping partially up along the wide bulge and then sinking back down. Like filling a water balloon from a faucet, feeling it swell, approach its limit, and then flood right past it, he hit a moment of brief pause – and then the overwhelming intensity of his own unexpected peak blasted through him, forcing him to judder and work his hips again, pulling at Fuzzy’s knot where it remained lodged inside of him, causing the wolf to lean back against the wall and nearly lose his footing.\n\n“Ah – ah, God…” and Lukas sighed out, shaft bouncing above his piss-soaked belly, no evidence of his load having been able to make its way out of him yet what with the firm meat clamping everything off. Still he could feel it down inside of himself, hot and thick, squishing and squelching around with each little movement and twitch. “You just… made me cum…”\n\n“Did I?” Fuzzy leaned in over his shoulder. “Well, that was just one. We gotta get you loose enough that I can tie you as easily as if it were two fingers. Ready? Deep breath, now.”\n\nLukas’s entire body trembled as he inhaled, all his nerves still tingling, muscles still shivering. The wolf tugged down at him again, now working his hips gently side to side… and slurped free with considerably less difficulty, the otter’s tailhole unfolding more easily around the firm wad of muscle. As that huge lump pulled free from inside of him, the slick heat bunched up inside his abdomen uncoiled and spread out through his suddenly released inner plumbing, and he gave another few little bucks as his trapped load finally oozed out across his belly with another squirt of piss muddling through it.\n\nFuzzy’s fingers reached down underneath him, teased in along his opened tailhole, stretched him open – Lukas gritted his teeth – and then the wolf lifted up once more to push back in. Easier again, pushing past that resistance, sinking up into soft succulent meat, waiting a moment to allow the otter’s lower intestines to acclimate to the fill, and then right back out again, thick, sticky, wet, noisy. Grunt and groan on the way in; gasp, small yelp, and moan as he tied him once more; and then another groan, a sharp exhalation of breath, and that same gripping squelch all over again as Lukas pushed to try to help force him out, the first half-inch, full inch, inch and a half of his bowels unfolding around the wolf’s knot.\n\nBit by bit he felt himself loosening further, the hot sensation of nerves dimming to a muted, dull pleasurable ache, and soon Lukas realized he no longer needed to push to help Fuzzy along. Thick ropes of lupine seed strung down from within the rim of his tailhole, coiling along the other male’s knot, his sheath, his balls underneath; the otter lifted his head in the mirror to watch his rump, hefted along Fuzzy’s arms and angled forward, as it squished down around his knot, tugged out, and then released it once again, pink wrinkles of the rim of his tailhole giving way to the rich, glossy red meat of his deeper insides, more and more blossoming out.\n\nFuzzy kept his muzzle braced along his shoulder, his own breathing intense and focused as he forced himself through the likely overwhelming sensations of having his root so thoroughly treated. Lukas chuckled softly, tried to clench, found that those muscles would not respond, and then resumed his initial pushing – and felt his heart skip a beat at the way those same bottom inches of his bowels instead folded out from inside of him, welling up to mash around the bulge of Fuzzy’s knot, and welcomed it in even before the wolf pressed against him.\n\nAs soon as he started again, Fuzzy behind him shuddered, moaned across his cheek, and throbbed inside of him. “Oh, there it is,” he breathed, then wedged himself deep inside. “God, I just – love when you…”\n\nLukas wet his lips, grabbed the wolf’s arms where they were wrapped around him, rested his head back against him, then took in a breath, set his jaw, and pushed all over again, just as he had the first time. He pushed and strained until he thought he might faint, body working against the full sensation of Fuzzy’s knot now pumping into and then pulling right back out of him, loose tailhole opened all the way around it so that it could smoothly sink in, lodge deep, then slide right back out. Beneath their shared breathing the room filled with the sound of wet meat squishing and slipping back and forth across itself, more and more of it snaking out from inside him in the mirror, his pushing leading to a growing sensation of emptiness within his guts, as though something had sucked his insides out of him-\n\n-and then Fuzzy groaned out and yanked downwards, and Lukas pushed as hard as he could until he felt he had no more to give, his eyes wrenching shut and his head going back. He held that squeeze for a moment and then finally relaxed, chest heaving, heart thumping, world spinning; he had felt Fuzzy pull all the way out of him, yet for some reason could still sense the slick twitching heat of the wolf’s shaft along his insides, the distant nerves of his bowels tingling with that sensation of fullness.\n\nSlowly he opened his eyes again, blinked away the fogginess, and settled down in the other male’s grasp – and saw in the mirror the loose, limp, floppy deflated balloon of his lower intestine tugged out around Fuzzy’s knot and shaft, a good few inches of insides made into outsides.\n\n“Oh, man…” he murmured, excitement and arousal trembling just like the extended sock of meat hanging down out of him, limply sleeved around the wolf’s cock. “Oh man, oh man, oh man…”\n\n“There we are,” the lupine rumbled once more, then yet again shoved back up into him. Lukas’s head rolled back and he shivered again, body at once pushing out yet still welcoming everything back in, that sensation of suction within his belly receding as his guts were pushed back into place; once again the bump of the wolf’s knot came with a twitch, jerk, and tug, as now the extra girth from the walls of his intestines squeezed around it as well. At this point he more heard than felt the wolf tie him again, fat knot slurping up into loose wet meat still blossoming around him; there was the rhythmic throbbing of his pulse, the filling sensation of another throb, and then he tugged down again, and it felt more proper, more natural, for everything to then slosh right back out of him again, drawn out a little further, a little easier, a little lower.\n\nLukas rested his head back on Fuzzy’s shoulder and let his mouth hang open, a breathy moan trickling out and rising with each thrust in. Still the wolf kept his paws along his rump to keep him up; all of this overwhelming feeling and sensation lashing through him, the ongoing warmth that continued to flow down one side of his belly from his steady pushing, the simultaneously distant yet nearly overwhelming intensity of the pleasure. Even when he did try to clench and squeeze again, his own body could barely respond in turn: there was just that wet, noisy mashing and mushing, the sloppy squelches of Fuzzy’s already-spent cock pumping up into him, throbbing again, and then yanking him back out from inside, curling his toes, arching his back, turning his moans into breathy whines.\n\n“Aah – God,” Lukas managed, once again watching himself in the mirror. I never thought I’d get this far, he thought with delight; like in all those videos I’ve seen online… “You’re – gonna – make me…”\n\n“Good boy,” Fuzzy repeated through tightly clenched teeth. “Good boy, you feel… so fucking…” He paused to swallow, then growled, lifted up, yanked down, and buried himself deep again. “Push for me. Keep fuckin’ pushin’. Don’t stop. Never stop. I’m about… to…”\n\nOnce again it bubbled up from deep inside, a powerful, roiling pressure from the wolf that rolled over into intense need. Lukas set his jaw and stretched his legs out in trying to force himself further down onto the other male, lungs full with another breath stinking of sex and musk and drool and piss as he pushed, opened and everted tailhole and extruded bowels jiggling with the movement, dripping that thick, sticky slime down across Fuzzy’s balls and the bathroom floor-\n\n-and then the wolf grunted, jerked, jerked again, and thrust up as far as he could, his ongoing tie not even making it up inside the otter’s body for how much of him now sagged limply outside of him. Distantly, vaguely, he took note of the full pulses and spurts that marked Fuzzy hitting his peak again; a little bit of the thick, intoxicating wet heat ballooned up inside of him, but then it just squirted loosely back out from within the opened folds of his guts, spraying around the bulge of the wolf’s knot buried not-so-snug within wrinkles of rich red meat, the extended bowels only briefly pumping out before they released their load.\n\n“C’mon, babe,” the wolf growled again, “harder-” and so Lukas put everything he had into it. Yet again he pushed until his vision fogged and his world spun, his toes curling, his hearth pounding, and still he kept his eyes open to watch in the mirror: there between his legs it looked like a second rudder sprouted out from inside of him, the coils of meat rolling out and inflating as bloodflow forced down into the walls of his bowels, filling up around Fuzzy’s shaft and bit by bit rolling him out until, finally, the wolf’s shaft flopped out, bounced in the air with another throb and spurt, and then once again hung down beneath its own weight.\n\nThat done, finally the otter relaxed and sighed out – and still he was glad for the other male’s firm grasp on him, for he felt himself spin and float and twirl as all that blood rushed back to where it was supposed to be instead. As he struggled to catch his breath, chest heaving, still he felt the vague jiggle of everted meat underneath him paired with that strange sense of suction from inside… and sure enough when he could open his eyes again, he still saw those several inches of his guts hanging out from underneath him, thick ropes of lupine seed hanging from the inner wrinkles.\n\nAfter a moment the otter swallowed, licked his lips, and squirmed in Fuzzy’s grasp, the wolf’s arms just now starting to tremble from the effort. “How many… times did you… cum?”\n\n“Mm.” Fuzzy leaned in, nuzzled at his neck, and then with effort managed to push himself away from the wall. He wobbled for a moment, then hooked Lukas down into his arms to lower him towards the edge of the tub. “Two good ones. Real good ones. You?”\n\n“At least…” He wrapped his arms around the wolf’s shoulders, glanced down to the rim, wiggled his legs – then hissed in shock at the chill of the surface against his hypersensitive insides, hanging down so far that the end of his second tail nearly brushed against the tile floor. “Oof. At least – three, I think, and…”\n\nHe trailed off as Fuzzy dropped down in front of him, ears perked, eyes on his muzzle. One big paw came in to spread his legs; the other cupped the hanging limit of the otter’s prolapse, fingers squishing in around the wad of supple, succulent wet meat, thumb circling in to the lush folds in the center. “Only three? Damn, I must be slipping.”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, I – I…” But he trailed off again when four fingers then followed that thumb and, with the assistance of his other paw, Fuzzy drew the otter’s bowels around his paw, wrist, and forearm like a glove, the meat sleeving easily around him, stretching to accommodate, sliding into place. “Ooh, gosh…”\n\n“Yeah?” Then a second paw joined the first, sliding in and pushing up, retracting those folds a little bit but still squishing them bit by bit back into his body where they belonged. Back and forth Fuzzy worked them, sliding one in alongside the other, pushing and folding; it felt strange for Lukas to suddenly have everything back in place, like a nearly unfamiliar sensation of fullness. “God, you’re boiling in here. You’ve been practicing for me, haven’t you?”\n\n“I mean, you’ve-” He swallowed again, tried to clench, and instead just felt another inch and a half or so fold right back out around the wolf’s forearm. “-seen the videos…”\n\n“I sure have. Regularly. Multiple times a day, even. But, y’know, even so…” Fuzzy turned his body, flicked the sticky slime off of one arm, and then lifted up from where he knelt, his other paw still buried past the wrist beneath the otter’s rudder. That first sticky paw came in to tilt Lukas’s muzzle down towards him, and slick fingers smeared across his chin as he drew him in for a kiss.\n\nThen, right in the middle of that, his other arm plunged right up to the elbow deep inside the otter’s belly, moving smooth and easy within his stretched, gaping guts. Lukas gasped, moaned into Fuzzy’s mouth, and pushed a little bit again, bowels spluttering around his elbow; Fuzzy smirked among the kiss, swirled his tongue around, and then drew back.\n\n“Someday,” he went on, and flexed his fingers out inside of him. “We gotta get this down my throat.”\n\nLukas leaned back along the edge of the tub, braced his paws beside himself, then wiggled side to side and pushed. Just a little bit at first, then more strongly; and he continued until he felt the steadily more familiar sensation of his bowels rolling out around the wide intrusion, once again like a smooth, wet, slimy sleeve.\n\n“No time like the present, right? While we’re both here, and I’m all warmed up...”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“On your back. Come on, now.”

Lukas licked his lips, pants already growing a bit tighter at the familiar growl beneath the wolf’s voice. Fuzzy loomed over him from above, the lupine’s eyes glittering in the light that filtered in through the window across the room; he crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head, and swished his tail to the other side.

“Actually.” A sharp-clawed finger pointed down in front of him, though Lukas needed no guidance in letting his gaze follow the tuft of thick, dense fur along Fuzzy’s bared belly down towards the waistband of his jeans. “On second thought. Get me out of these first, and then lie back.”

“Jeez.” The otter sat upright, smirked up at him, and then focused forward, deft paws getting to work at the button first and zipper next. “Do you need me to piss for you, too?” Even without touching his fingers to the fabric he could feel the thick, dank heat radiating out from inside, the material straining around the hefty bulge of Fuzzy’s sheath and sack – which sagged and shifted as soon as they came into view, pressure relieved, finally allowed to spread out to occupy the space granted to them. As usual, he wore no underwear.

“Well…” Fuzzy nudged his hips forward, allowing first one ball and then the other to slide out across Lukas’s waiting fingers. The otter’s paw dropped a little bit beneath their weight. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

Again Lukas rolled his eyes, then let them drop right back to the enticing sight before him. Soft, thick fur bushed up along the girth of Fuzzy’s plump sheath, thinning out to pale, glistening pink at the lip, slick, wet, slimy; even without leaning in his nose sizzled with the nearly overwhelming scent, rich coppery musk, like saltwater and hot glue and a little bit of seaweed funk, all wrapped beneath the thick, wet-dog spice of male wolf.

He couldn’t help himself. Balls still resting in his open palm, the otter leaned in, touched his nose right to the sticky, foggy glob that had gathered at the base of the opening there, and drew in the scent until it filled it lungs with intoxicating, roiling heat. He squirmed where he sat at the edge of the mattress, other paw dropping down to rub at his own growing arousal, unlike Fuzzy’s still confined.

The wolf snapped his fingers, other paw holding his opened pants where they hung down there along his waist. “Hey. Babe. Thoughts of dick already taken the place of what I just told you?”

“Mm…” He continued in, dragging his nose along the soft, supple skin so that it tugged back along Fuzzy’s tapered tip – and smacked audibly as it did so, the slick inner layer peeling wetly away from the meat half-hidden inside. His paw dug further down between the wolf’s thighs, lifting up against the ridge of somewhat firmer flesh and fur lining between his sack and tailhole, hot and damp with gathered scent, while his nose dove into the thick puff of fur within which his sheath nestled. “What was that? Sorry.”

The wolf scoffed, pushed forward from his hips, then reached down to easily push Lukas onto his back by his shoulder. The otter rumbled again, licked some of the gathered slickness from his lips, and scooted back into a more comfortable position; the mattress shifted and sank underneath him as soon as Fuzzy began climbing over him, hefty sheath and heftier balls swinging beneath their own weight between his legs as he did so.

Lukas let himself take in the view for a moment. He ran a paw down the wolf’s bare chest, feeling at his fur, the skin underneath, the lines of muscles threading beneath, then back up along the lupine’s shoulder, neck, and jaw. Fuzzy nuzzled into the touch, then took Lukas’s wrist in his paw, kissed the back of it, and pinned it above his head.

“You know,” the otter mused, grinding up within his own pants, “I do seem to find myself in this position quite a lot.”

“Good thing you’re not complaining about it.” Fuzzy held his gaze, winked, and then just as Lukas had expected, lifted one leg up to swing himself around.

The otter felt that same thick, swampy heat trickling down across him as balls and sheath swung into place above his head, scent wafting down in roiling waves; a moment later he felt fingers tugging at his pants, working the button first, then the zipper, and then sliding them straight down his legs. The waistband of his underwear caught along his cock; Fuzzy ran his palm across the shape of his length half-obscured within, then pulled the elastic down and over.

Lukas swallowed again, already able to taste him as strongly as if he had taken that whole sheath into his muzzle – something he could do, with effort, so long as Fuzzy wasn’t hard in the slightest. Which, that was already out of the question: the wolf’s hips rocked slowly overhead, primal animalistic urges already making themselves known in the reflexive thrusts, with the thick, slick skin of his sheath slipping smoothly forward and back around the slowly growing length inside. The otter lifted up a little bit further, welcoming that full sack to nudge, rest, and drag across his muzzle with each push, nose pressing into the gentle give of the sheath itself. For a moment he held himself there, then dropped back down so that the plump, hot meat sagged down as well.

Hot, hungry breath wafted down between his thighs, pulling another throb from his own legs. Lukas swallowed, spread his legs a bit, felt his balls drift down near his tailhole – then shivered at the sensation of broad, flat, velvety lupine tongue digging down to scoop them back out of the way. Still he raised up further, following Fuzzy’s silent insistence with one paw slipping beneath his leg; that tongue continued in place, rolling the loose, supple skin of the otter’s sack back and forth, drawing his balls in between his lips to lick, slurp, and suck, then pulled up and back until he tugged them taut.

Lukas moaned, his breath fizzling out into humid heat among the thick bush of Fuzzy’s pubic fur resting across his nose, then shuddered again when he finally flopped free from the wolf’s muzzle. Above him the other male gave a lot, hungry growl, leaned in further, and now braced his tongue at the underside of Lukas’s sack; he pressed in, pushing more firmly with each throb from the otter, and then dragged slowly, deliberately down towards his tailhole.

As soon as his tongue pulled free, he pushed his chin down underneath the otter’s sack, then dove right back in for another lick… and another, and another, and another, each time pressing in when he dragged over Lukas’s tailhole, forcing his tongue to fold in along the close wrinkles and overlapping folds. The otter squeezed and clenched in rhythm, then deliberately turned to pushing instead; Fuzzy gave an appreciative rumble to the sensation of his tailhole puckering out to kiss him back, tongue running along the rim of protruding muscle, then swirling in to poke once more at the center. Lukas felt him swallow, then sigh out, then pull in another breath – and right as the wolf’s tongue began to dig itself inside of him, so too did his lips seal fully around his tailhole, licking turning to sucking, to suckling, to nursing.

Fuzzy worked his jaw as he focused, drawing from both across and inside of him, tongue sliding in, squishing out to spread him, and then slurping back out again, all the way he continued to take deep, steady drags from inside. Lukas kept one paw along the back of the wolf’s sheath to keep it pressed down against his muzzle, those reflexive thrusts again and again smearing the emerging meat across his fur; his moaned out against the base of the wolf’s sheath where his balls sagged down around his brow, burying himself in sweat and scent and slick, sticky heat, alternating back and forth between squeezing around the exploring tongue and forcefully pushing out to kiss him back.

After a moment Fuzzy drew back, though Lukas’s deliberate pushing meant that the otter’s tailhole remained between his lips for another half-inch. That broad, soft tongue dug, swirled, slurped, and then tugged free, hooking along the ring of muscle to pull it out further and then come free with a gentle pop. “God,” the wolf breathed, then sat back a bit so he could hoist the otter’s hind end up into the air, “I fucking love when you push like that, babe…”

Now wedged between the mattress and the wolf’s balls, Lukas squirmed, took in another lungful of intoxicating scent, and of course continued in his pushing. He craned his head to push himself further back behind Fuzzy’s sack, lips pursed forward to run through the thick, musk-slick fur between his legs; again and again the wolf’s tongue dragged across him, pulling his own balls with its movement before flopping free, partially folding in to his already stretched rim.

Fuzzy sat back in such a way that he kept the otter pinned beneath him, without resting his weight on him: Lukas was free to move and wiggle and squirm, and soon found himself perfectly positioned to return the favor to the other male as well. Feeling hungry, dazed breath tickling across him, the wolf’s tail also reflexively began to hike up at the base, his hips still rocking with his steady arousal. Each throb pulsed back through him, balls clenching, tailhole puckering, pulling inwards, then sinking out again; Lukas paused in his own pushing so he could lean forward and brush his lips across the wolf’s rim, first just dancing back and forth feeling the contours, the eager trembling, the little pulses and clenches.

Then, though, Fuzzy pulled back again, cleared his throat, and once again adjusted his grip on the otter’s hind end, his large paws coming in to squish across his rump. Lukas gasped as he was folded further over himself, breath puffing out hot and humid across the wolf’s tailhole, and in another moment he felt one, two, three, four fingers sinking easily down into him, two pairs pressing together to squish past his tongue-stretched rim.

Pushing once again turned to clenching, but Fuzzy tugged out along the interior of the squeezing muscle. Lukas shifted, toes curling, legs going out; he wrapped his arms around the wolf’s thighs spread around his chest to pull himself up, finally touching lips to tailhole and sealing into place, filling his maw with the greasy taste of lupine musk. Those fingers pushed easily in past the first knuckle, then the second, and then to the base – and instead of sliding them back out Fuzzy spread them inside of him, hooking out within the meat of his lower bowels and pushing out his walls.

Back and forth he worked those spread fingers, turning them this way and that, scooping out at Lukas from inside while the otter kept his mouth tight in place, tongue pressing forward, circling around, sucking the taste from his skin. Then bit by bit Fuzzy drew back, fingers still stretched out, and let them slip free; the otter felt his rim remain parted open before his nerves reflexively clenched shut, then once again parted back open.

“There you are,” the wolf rumbled, and once again leaned in for another lick. This time his tongue folded fully inside Lukas’s tailhole. “That’s what I like to see.”

“What-” Lukas parted his lips around the wolf’s tailhole without pulling back, each breath wafting the scent back across him. “-my insides?”

“You told me yourself it’s your best side.” Those same four fingers pushed in again, then were joined by two more. This time Fuzzy spread him open from outside, muscles straining, sliding back and forth to work him apart. “I’d be inclined to agree, but all your sides are pretty good.”

As he spoke Fuzzy sat back across the otter’s muzzle, once again sealing him in between rump and mattress. Lukas’s jaw stretched open around his flexing, trembling tailhole, tongue dragging across, mouth once again filling with his scent and taste; a low, satisfied rumble was the only response he could give at this point, especially as those fingers pushed deep inside, scooped him out from within, and then drew back yet again, partially folding the inner walls of his bowels up across themselves before they slid back into place.

Soon Fuzzy rode along the otter’s muzzle, pushing back, holding there, and then grinding forward, hefty balls draped around his chin and throat, plump sheath and full cock resting down along his chest where it hung beneath its own impressive weight. Even without seeing it Lukas could imagine its movements, twitching up into the air with the beat of the wolf’s heart, thick webwork of veins popping out with each pulse, emptying squirts of loose, liquid pre out across his bellyfur each time.

Then, just as suddenly – and smoothly – as he had worked Lukas into this position, Fuzzy swung his leg back over and pulled himself off of the otter’s muzzle, though his lips sucked after him and came free with another soft pop. A few thick ropes of drool mixed with musk hung down, then broke; also panting softly, Fuzzy reached up to wipe his mouth, took a moment to steady himself at the edge of the bed, and then slid down to his initial position by the edge, only now with that impressive equipment hanging down in front of him.

Still a bit dazed, it took some effort for Lukas to lift himself to prop up on his elbows. “Gosh,” he murmured, then ran a paw down across the fur of his chest and belly. His fingerpads came back sticky. “You’ve already made a mess of me, and we’ve… barely even started.”

“You think that’s a mess?” Fuzzy grinned, bright and sharp and predatory, and flicked his tongue out over his chops. “I’ll give you a mess, babe. Come on – bend over. Right here.” He patted the side of the mattress.

Lukas rumbled again and began the laborious process of scooting himself forward. His rim still tingled with the sensation of tongue and fingers, muscles loosened, nerves on high alert; all he wanted was more of that, to feel Fuzzy again deep inside of him, pushing and squishing out at his inner walls, making him gasp and squirm and wriggle. As he rolled over and then dropped down, his own hard cock brushing across the sheets, he felt a thick glob of saliva roll down the back of his sack-

-which was then scooped up along the side of lupine fingers and shoved right back into him, three at a time pressing easily in, squelching as the meat of his guts worked around them and then relaxed. The wolf’s other paw braced against Lukas’s plush rump, stretched and spread him, and then pulled him open as those fingers drew back out; Lukas arched his back into the grip and wiggled backwards, welcoming the touch and the pull, willing himself to relax and once again push out. His little teacup ears flicked backwards to the wet, meaty squelch and slurp of inner walls welling up against one another, filling the spaces in between digging fingers – then just as quickly clenched back again when Fuzzy pursed his lips, worked up a thick glob of drool, and spat it down into the waiting meat, so that it smacked out around the surrounding wrinkles.

Another moan trickling out from his wolf-scented lips, Lukas swayed his hips from one side to the other, then again when he felt the fingers retreat so that instead Fuzzy’s tapered tip could take their place. The wolf gave a slow thrust forward, deliberately letting the underside of his cock smear across the otter’s prepared tailhole; then he drew back, throbbed across him, thrust again, squirted out another spray of loose pre along the underside of his rudder, then pulled back one more time, angled himself down with a thumb… and began to press forward. On instinct Lukas arched his back and pulled in a hissing breath, then let back out in a shuddering sigh: thick, dense heat and girth sank its way into him, stretching him open, sleeving his guts around it as it pushed deeper and deeper, reshaping his belly from inside.

“There you go,” Fuzzy purred, leaning over the smaller male as he continued to bury himself inside. He paused in his movement, tugged back, and then thrust forward again, easing the contours of his cock into the otter, letting him grow accustomed to his size and shape. “How’s that?”

Lukas clamped a paw down around his short muzzle. “So… fucking good…”

“I can feel you clenching.”

That gave him a chuckle. “Then I’m not loose enough yet.”

“I was just about to say the same thing…”

Two huge paws grasped his waist to tug him gently back, reciprocating the same progress into him. Again and again Lukas arched, shivered, shuddered, and moaned, halfway between squeezing around the wolf’s length and then pushing out against, willing his bowels to slurp and suck and pull; his short claws dug at the sheets of the bed, and before long he realized that a bit of drool had dribbled from the corner of his lip as well.

Even this early into their coupling, Fuzzy’s as of yet unswollen knot proved a challenge. Lukas felt it nudging up against him, his rim slick with saliva, Fuzzy’s meat slimy with the natural gathered buildup of his musk and sweat, and still he had to gyrate his hip in place, working himself forward, easing the otter’s tailhole further open… until finally it pulled into place around and sucked him deeper in, clamping down around the root of his cock with his sheath bunched up behind, tugging, squeezing, pulling. It felt like a second heartbeat lodged inside of him, pressure and heat pushing out from inside, unyielding as it kept him in place.

Then the wolf pulled back, sleek bulge of his still unswollen knot tugging out at the otter’s tailhole, drawing it along its length, pulling… and then finally slipping free, with the rest of his shaft soon following. He drew out nearly to his tip, then once again reversed his movement and pressed back in, to the knot, across it, and past, and back again.

His paws tightened along Lukas’s waist as he settled into his rhythm, pushing in, holding deep, tugging back out, progress smoothed and slickened by saliva, sheath slime, and natural mucus all in one. “You holding up okay?”

“Mm…” Lukas stirred from where he had buried his muzzle underneath one arm. “Mhmm…”

“Good boy. Keep clenching for me. That’s what I wanna feel now.”

Lukas shifted how he lay so that he could oblige. He bit his lip and arched his back again, paws pressing against the edge of the mattress, reflexively grinding back onto the wolf’s hips every time Fuzzy buried himself inside of him; he deliberately clamped down at the bulge of his knot from behind, loving the way it tugged at his tailhole, how it pulled him slightly out across it, and then rocked forward as he came free, only to then push right back again.

Before long the frame of the bed rocked and squeaked with the motion, Fuzzy’s breaths coming and going between clenched fangs, little moans underlined with a slow, growling need. Bit by bit he leaned more fully in over the otter, hefty balls swinging forward to nudge against Lukas’s, chest and belly pushing against his back; hot breath puffed out over his shoulder, and strands of drool dribbled down to join his own soaking into the sheets, and then those jaws parted and sharp fangs pressed gently into his skin.

With each thrust Lukas felt himself pushed further and further into the warm, heady haze of indulgent pleasure, his body rocking forward and then sinking back, Fuzzy’s impressive girth stretching him wide again and again, with the relatively slight bulge of his still unswollen knot now facing no difficulty in plunging into him. One of the wolf’s arms reached down around his belly to hoist him up against the lupine, and the other craned in to push down towards his hips to at once tug him back into his thrusts, and to wrap around the otter’s hard, dripping shaft-

-and then, muscles bunching, Fuzzy suddenly yanked Lukas up and back as he straightened up, pressing the breath out of the otter’s body and forcing him to sink all the way down onto him. He gasped, yelped, and clutched onto the strong arms keeping him upright, then shuddered, shivered, and moaned again as Fuzzy pushed away from the mattress to slowly walk him over towards the bathroom. Each step reverberated inside of him where Fuzzy remained hilted, the otter’s rump slurping up along his length and then sinking back down alongside each step.

“Wha-” He groaned, swallowed, and shivered again, legs first splaying out and then pulling up towards his body. “Fuzzy-”

From behind he felt a deep, steady growl rumbling within the wolf’s chest, his muzzle coming in along his shoulder to help keep him steady. “I just thought,” the lupine began, then nudged the bathroom door open with his shoulder, “that with all this talk of making a mess… you’d wanna be able to see what I’m about to do to you.”

Another question started to bubble up in the otter’s throat, then fizzled away as Fuzzy’s pace slowed to a stop. He spread his stance, leaned back a bit to brace himself against the bathroom wall, arched his body so that Lukas could rest back across his chest, then shifted first one paw and then the other down to his thighs to keep him spread and steady – and through half-lidded eyes bleary with burgeoning pleasure Lukas saw himself in the mirror, his chest heaving with unsteady, urgent breaths, his hard cock bouncing across his belly with each reflexive clench, his fur sticky and matted with drool and pre and whatever else, and Fuzzy’s inviting, predatory grin glimmering from over his shoulder.

And then the wolf tightened his grip on him, held him up, and began to slide back down out of him. Slick reddish-pink pulled down and out, still tugging Lukas’s tailhole along its length as it came, then squished right back in; Fuzzy immediately resumed his initial pace from before, paws tightening, teeth gritting, hips smacking against Lukas’s rump and hefty balls swinging. The different position immediately had its effect on the otter, forcing him to roll his head first to one side and then the other; his toes curled, then stretched out, then curled again; he coiled his rudder as much as he could around Fuzzy’s upper thigh as though to try to pull him even deeper inside of him, belly beginning to strain and stir with the presence of the lupine meat pumping inside of him.

“You’re…” His voice sounded dry and distant. “Gonna… make me…”

That growl sharpened, tickling at his ear. “Cum? From-” Fuzzy tugged back, held there, then slammed back in, and did so again, and again, each time pushing a hot, breathy moan out from the otter squeezing around him. “-this? Wanna cum for me, without ever having to touch yourself?”

“Mmh…” Lukas’s eyes fluttered shut, then opened once again so that he could watch himself in the mirror just as the wolf had planned. His thrusts had become longer and deeper, coming out to the tip and then sliding all the way back in, tailhole stretching and then settling in around the bulge of his knot which itself had started to swell up as well; that urgency zapped down through Fuzzy’s strong legs, and he shifted his posture again, leaning back against the wall, moving his arms a little, bracing Lukas in his lap even as he remained upright.

Each thrust pounded that sensation through his abdomen again, the pressure growing with the urgency, the hot, simmering flame that swelled out from inside like a balloon. No longer was he trying to clench and squeeze and throb: his muscles worked all on their own, responding in rhythm to the wolf pounding deep, knot now tugging out at his rim from inside and forcibly unfolding it, then jamming right back in, again, again. Fuzzy’s breathing turned to short, quick gasping grunts; his legs trembled, and his tail flicked, and he nearly buckled at the knees before catching himself on the wall, bringing his paws in between Lukas’s legs, spreading the otter near the base of his sack – and then he slammed deep, held there, jerked upwards, gasped… tugged, tugged again, continued tugging, and filled the smaller male with sudden intense heat.

At first it was manageable, intense yet pleasurable, and Lukas leaned his weight back against the wolf behind him and squirmed as the knot swelled out. Each pulse felt like a drum inside of him pounding out as it grew, widening further, stretching the walls of his bowels just beyond his rim and locking tight; this paired with the volume being pumped into him, hot and slick and thick so that he could feel it rushing deeper into his guts and filling his belly out, put a similar pressure on the rest of him so that he felt that, maybe if he pushed…

So he did. The otter took in a breath, gritted his teeth, and bore down, legs lifting up out of the way, toes curling, tailhole flexing, balls shifting, as he pushed to try to empty his bladder, knowing already how much Fuzzy would love that. For a second he thought he felt a little bit of the relief, the sensation of the interior valve shifting open and the pressure releasing, but no matter how much he strained, nothing happened.

Nothing other than the wolf shuddering, groaning, and lifting somehow deeper inside of him, the root of his fully swollen shaft twitching within his tailhole as it tried to unfold and open up, sleeving that sensitive section in a wet cushion of red meat without actually letting it free.

“Mm. I feel you doin’ that.” Still panting, voice labored with the intensity of his peak, Fuzzy leaned in along the otter’s shoulder once more to nuzzle in at his neck. Small nips danced in between sweet kisses there – then one slow, deliberate lick, from shoulder to jaw, that made Lukas shiver and clench all over again. “Read my mind. Ready?”

“I-” Then another grunt. “Ready? For?”

“This,” and Fuzzy thrust his hips forward to once again bury his knot deep, “is coming right on out of you.”

“But – won’t that-” The idea was by no means a new one to either of them, but still the thought of actually doing it… Lukas squirmed again, squeezed, then tried to relax – but it was so hard with the wolf’s knot wedged inside of him, pushing forcibly out at all of his nerves and muscles.

“One way to find out.” Once again those big paws shifted down to his rump, fingers pulling to help spread him. “Get back to it, babe. Push for me. Push hard. I want you to fuckin’ piss yourself.”

“Think I’m already…” Lukas reached around so that he could grasp onto Fuzzy’s arms for balance. “Well on my way…”

And he did as told, focusing all of his energy down into those lower muscles, taking a deep breath first and then pushing from deep inside of himself. He held that tension, paused, took another breath, and then strained again. A tight groan trickled out from within his throat; his heart thumped in his chest and the back of his head; he huffed out, panted for a moment, and then began all over again, by now feeling his lower intestines balloon up around themselves in wedging against Fuzzy’s sizeable knot, rings of muscles overlapping to try to push him out even as the wolf also tugged.

Down from the hips, up from the paws, wide bulge of hard meat pulling at him from inside, tugging his tailhole out along itself, stretching him in a way that he had felt only a few times before; Lukas grunted and groaned and panted, entire body trembling as he strained. He thought he discerned a little bit of progress in the knot pulling out of him, but the slightest little bit of relief just forced his body to reverse its momentum and clench again, so he had to push all over again-

-and then when it began, it finished, like a boulder pushed off a steep cliff. A little bit now, then a little bit more, and then suddenly the rest all at once, his rim stretching wide to grasp around the full width of the wolf’s tie, turning that pleasure to sudden discomfort, to something close to pain, and then back to a stirring sensation of relief when it just kept on going, the otter’s tailhole slurping in along the other side. Fuzzy moaned out between gritted teeth, hard shaft throbbing, twitching again inside of him, likely forcing out another few spurts with the extra sensation; Lukas gasped and then let that breath trickle back out in a shuddering moan, alongside the expected flow of released piss streaming across his belly and down between his legs.

“Good boy,” Fuzzy managed, then just as smooth began to work his hips back up against him. “Good boy. Keep pushing. We’re not done yet.”

“Wait – you’re not-”

“I am. Push.”

Arousal and excitement thrummed through him. Lukas struggled to catch his breath, worked to ignore the tingling ache that made itself known throughout his rim, and then continued where he had left off, this time with his mark freely dribbling from his still hard cock. He heard his bowels splutter, gutter, and squelch as the lower few inches bunched up towards his tailhole gaping open around the rest of Fuzzy’s shaft, then squished as the lupine began to force his knot back into him.

As expected, nothing at first. But Lukas continued straining and pushing and leaking, the rim of his tailhole blossomed fully open from inside; there was the so-familiar pressure of the girth wedging up against him, squishing in, trying to work its way… and then the fulfilling sensation of those muscles giving in, his body shifting and adjusting to accommodate, his rim parting open just a little bit further to begin its progress in the other direction… and then that same mounting pressure, the discomfort morphing to sharp sensation so that he gasped, yelped, and clenched, and then the same initial pulsing, throbbing heat inside of him.

“Ah – hah-” Lukas panted, squirming, shivering, squeezing. “I – can’t-”

Fuzzy’s paws tightened on him. “All good? Need me out?”

“N-no, not – I’m just – hah-”

And that was a strange sensation, too, feeling his nerves continue to fire, the contractions of his muscles straining along one another without his conscious, active input. The pressure inside of him, the warmth, the rhythmic pumping of Fuzzy’s pulse and twitching of his shaft; Lukas could do nothing but rock his hips where he was tied, loosened and slickened tailhole slurping partially up along the wide bulge and then sinking back down. Like filling a water balloon from a faucet, feeling it swell, approach its limit, and then flood right past it, he hit a moment of brief pause – and then the overwhelming intensity of his own unexpected peak blasted through him, forcing him to judder and work his hips again, pulling at Fuzzy’s knot where it remained lodged inside of him, causing the wolf to lean back against the wall and nearly lose his footing.

“Ah – ah, God…” and Lukas sighed out, shaft bouncing above his piss-soaked belly, no evidence of his load having been able to make its way out of him yet what with the firm meat clamping everything off. Still he could feel it down inside of himself, hot and thick, squishing and squelching around with each little movement and twitch. “You just… made me cum…”

“Did I?” Fuzzy leaned in over his shoulder. “Well, that was just one. We gotta get you loose enough that I can tie you as easily as if it were two fingers. Ready? Deep breath, now.”

Lukas’s entire body trembled as he inhaled, all his nerves still tingling, muscles still shivering. The wolf tugged down at him again, now working his hips gently side to side… and slurped free with considerably less difficulty, the otter’s tailhole unfolding more easily around the firm wad of muscle. As that huge lump pulled free from inside of him, the slick heat bunched up inside his abdomen uncoiled and spread out through his suddenly released inner plumbing, and he gave another few little bucks as his trapped load finally oozed out across his belly with another squirt of piss muddling through it.

Fuzzy’s fingers reached down underneath him, teased in along his opened tailhole, stretched him open – Lukas gritted his teeth – and then the wolf lifted up once more to push back in. Easier again, pushing past that resistance, sinking up into soft succulent meat, waiting a moment to allow the otter’s lower intestines to acclimate to the fill, and then right back out again, thick, sticky, wet, noisy. Grunt and groan on the way in; gasp, small yelp, and moan as he tied him once more; and then another groan, a sharp exhalation of breath, and that same gripping squelch all over again as Lukas pushed to try to help force him out, the first half-inch, full inch, inch and a half of his bowels unfolding around the wolf’s knot.

Bit by bit he felt himself loosening further, the hot sensation of nerves dimming to a muted, dull pleasurable ache, and soon Lukas realized he no longer needed to push to help Fuzzy along. Thick ropes of lupine seed strung down from within the rim of his tailhole, coiling along the other male’s knot, his sheath, his balls underneath; the otter lifted his head in the mirror to watch his rump, hefted along Fuzzy’s arms and angled forward, as it squished down around his knot, tugged out, and then released it once again, pink wrinkles of the rim of his tailhole giving way to the rich, glossy red meat of his deeper insides, more and more blossoming out.

Fuzzy kept his muzzle braced along his shoulder, his own breathing intense and focused as he forced himself through the likely overwhelming sensations of having his root so thoroughly treated. Lukas chuckled softly, tried to clench, found that those muscles would not respond, and then resumed his initial pushing – and felt his heart skip a beat at the way those same bottom inches of his bowels instead folded out from inside of him, welling up to mash around the bulge of Fuzzy’s knot, and welcomed it in even before the wolf pressed against him.

As soon as he started again, Fuzzy behind him shuddered, moaned across his cheek, and throbbed inside of him. “Oh, there it is,” he breathed, then wedged himself deep inside. “God, I just – love when you…”

Lukas wet his lips, grabbed the wolf’s arms where they were wrapped around him, rested his head back against him, then took in a breath, set his jaw, and pushed all over again, just as he had the first time. He pushed and strained until he thought he might faint, body working against the full sensation of Fuzzy’s knot now pumping into and then pulling right back out of him, loose tailhole opened all the way around it so that it could smoothly sink in, lodge deep, then slide right back out. Beneath their shared breathing the room filled with the sound of wet meat squishing and slipping back and forth across itself, more and more of it snaking out from inside him in the mirror, his pushing leading to a growing sensation of emptiness within his guts, as though something had sucked his insides out of him-

-and then Fuzzy groaned out and yanked downwards, and Lukas pushed as hard as he could until he felt he had no more to give, his eyes wrenching shut and his head going back. He held that squeeze for a moment and then finally relaxed, chest heaving, heart thumping, world spinning; he had felt Fuzzy pull all the way out of him, yet for some reason could still sense the slick twitching heat of the wolf’s shaft along his insides, the distant nerves of his bowels tingling with that sensation of fullness.

Slowly he opened his eyes again, blinked away the fogginess, and settled down in the other male’s grasp – and saw in the mirror the loose, limp, floppy deflated balloon of his lower intestine tugged out around Fuzzy’s knot and shaft, a good few inches of insides made into outsides.

“Oh, man…” he murmured, excitement and arousal trembling just like the extended sock of meat hanging down out of him, limply sleeved around the wolf’s cock. “Oh man, oh man, oh man…”

“There we are,” the lupine rumbled once more, then yet again shoved back up into him. Lukas’s head rolled back and he shivered again, body at once pushing out yet still welcoming everything back in, that sensation of suction within his belly receding as his guts were pushed back into place; once again the bump of the wolf’s knot came with a twitch, jerk, and tug, as now the extra girth from the walls of his intestines squeezed around it as well. At this point he more heard than felt the wolf tie him again, fat knot slurping up into loose wet meat still blossoming around him; there was the rhythmic throbbing of his pulse, the filling sensation of another throb, and then he tugged down again, and it felt more proper, more natural, for everything to then slosh right back out of him again, drawn out a little further, a little easier, a little lower.

Lukas rested his head back on Fuzzy’s shoulder and let his mouth hang open, a breathy moan trickling out and rising with each thrust in. Still the wolf kept his paws along his rump to keep him up; all of this overwhelming feeling and sensation lashing through him, the ongoing warmth that continued to flow down one side of his belly from his steady pushing, the simultaneously distant yet nearly overwhelming intensity of the pleasure. Even when he did try to clench and squeeze again, his own body could barely respond in turn: there was just that wet, noisy mashing and mushing, the sloppy squelches of Fuzzy’s already-spent cock pumping up into him, throbbing again, and then yanking him back out from inside, curling his toes, arching his back, turning his moans into breathy whines.

“Aah – God,” Lukas managed, once again watching himself in the mirror. I never thought I’d get this far, he thought with delight; like in all those videos I’ve seen online… “You’re – gonna – make me…”

“Good boy,” Fuzzy repeated through tightly clenched teeth. “Good boy, you feel… so fucking…” He paused to swallow, then growled, lifted up, yanked down, and buried himself deep again. “Push for me. Keep fuckin’ pushin’. Don’t stop. Never stop. I’m about… to…”

Once again it bubbled up from deep inside, a powerful, roiling pressure from the wolf that rolled over into intense need. Lukas set his jaw and stretched his legs out in trying to force himself further down onto the other male, lungs full with another breath stinking of sex and musk and drool and piss as he pushed, opened and everted tailhole and extruded bowels jiggling with the movement, dripping that thick, sticky slime down across Fuzzy’s balls and the bathroom floor-

-and then the wolf grunted, jerked, jerked again, and thrust up as far as he could, his ongoing tie not even making it up inside the otter’s body for how much of him now sagged limply outside of him. Distantly, vaguely, he took note of the full pulses and spurts that marked Fuzzy hitting his peak again; a little bit of the thick, intoxicating wet heat ballooned up inside of him, but then it just squirted loosely back out from within the opened folds of his guts, spraying around the bulge of the wolf’s knot buried not-so-snug within wrinkles of rich red meat, the extended bowels only briefly pumping out before they released their load.

“C’mon, babe,” the wolf growled again, “harder-” and so Lukas put everything he had into it. Yet again he pushed until his vision fogged and his world spun, his toes curling, his hearth pounding, and still he kept his eyes open to watch in the mirror: there between his legs it looked like a second rudder sprouted out from inside of him, the coils of meat rolling out and inflating as bloodflow forced down into the walls of his bowels, filling up around Fuzzy’s shaft and bit by bit rolling him out until, finally, the wolf’s shaft flopped out, bounced in the air with another throb and spurt, and then once again hung down beneath its own weight.

That done, finally the otter relaxed and sighed out – and still he was glad for the other male’s firm grasp on him, for he felt himself spin and float and twirl as all that blood rushed back to where it was supposed to be instead. As he struggled to catch his breath, chest heaving, still he felt the vague jiggle of everted meat underneath him paired with that strange sense of suction from inside… and sure enough when he could open his eyes again, he still saw those several inches of his guts hanging out from underneath him, thick ropes of lupine seed hanging from the inner wrinkles.

After a moment the otter swallowed, licked his lips, and squirmed in Fuzzy’s grasp, the wolf’s arms just now starting to tremble from the effort. “How many… times did you… cum?”

“Mm.” Fuzzy leaned in, nuzzled at his neck, and then with effort managed to push himself away from the wall. He wobbled for a moment, then hooked Lukas down into his arms to lower him towards the edge of the tub. “Two good ones. Real good ones. You?”

“At least…” He wrapped his arms around the wolf’s shoulders, glanced down to the rim, wiggled his legs – then hissed in shock at the chill of the surface against his hypersensitive insides, hanging down so far that the end of his second tail nearly brushed against the tile floor. “Oof. At least – three, I think, and…”

He trailed off as Fuzzy dropped down in front of him, ears perked, eyes on his muzzle. One big paw came in to spread his legs; the other cupped the hanging limit of the otter’s prolapse, fingers squishing in around the wad of supple, succulent wet meat, thumb circling in to the lush folds in the center. “Only three? Damn, I must be slipping.”

“Yeah, yeah, I – I…” But he trailed off again when four fingers then followed that thumb and, with the assistance of his other paw, Fuzzy drew the otter’s bowels around his paw, wrist, and forearm like a glove, the meat sleeving easily around him, stretching to accommodate, sliding into place. “Ooh, gosh…”

“Yeah?” Then a second paw joined the first, sliding in and pushing up, retracting those folds a little bit but still squishing them bit by bit back into his body where they belonged. Back and forth Fuzzy worked them, sliding one in alongside the other, pushing and folding; it felt strange for Lukas to suddenly have everything back in place, like a nearly unfamiliar sensation of fullness. “God, you’re boiling in here. You’ve been practicing for me, haven’t you?”

“I mean, you’ve-” He swallowed again, tried to clench, and instead just felt another inch and a half or so fold right back out around the wolf’s forearm. “-seen the videos…”

“I sure have. Regularly. Multiple times a day, even. But, y’know, even so…” Fuzzy turned his body, flicked the sticky slime off of one arm, and then lifted up from where he knelt, his other paw still buried past the wrist beneath the otter’s rudder. That first sticky paw came in to tilt Lukas’s muzzle down towards him, and slick fingers smeared across his chin as he drew him in for a kiss.

Then, right in the middle of that, his other arm plunged right up to the elbow deep inside the otter’s belly, moving smooth and easy within his stretched, gaping guts. Lukas gasped, moaned into Fuzzy’s mouth, and pushed a little bit again, bowels spluttering around his elbow; Fuzzy smirked among the kiss, swirled his tongue around, and then drew back.

“Someday,” he went on, and flexed his fingers out inside of him. “We gotta get this down my throat.”

Lukas leaned back along the edge of the tub, braced his paws beside himself, then wiggled side to side and pushed. Just a little bit at first, then more strongly; and he continued until he felt the steadily more familiar sensation of his bowels rolling out around the wide intrusion, once again like a smooth, wet, slimy sleeve.

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