Gently Unchained
By Limewah
Commissioned by VentiscoGreen
18+

“Shit, looks bad out there… is that normal?” 
“I mean, we’re in the midwest. Dust storms are normal.”
“Point taken.”

The arctic fox with dark markings and clawed hands (a gift from his dad’s side of the family) took another sip from the third latte he’d drank in this cute little cafe. Misha figured the milk would counteract the caffeine. And even then, well, he’d be able to stay up later talking to Vitus, the ludicrously handsome owner.
“Guess you’re staying, then,” the short black-furred wolf said. He was sitting across from Misha, still wearing his barista apron. Misha towered over him; the lanky fox had almost a foot on him. There was a slightly dorky quality to his tight ponytail and the big glasses that hid his brown eyes.
“For the night, yeah…” Misha said with a shrug and a smile. “There’s a motel a little up the way…”
“Nope. I’ve got a guest room upstairs. I meant you’re staying here.”
That was one of the things that drew Misha to stop in this cafe. The fact that it was built into the bottom floor of a rather nice, if old-looking townhouse drew him in.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t…” Misha said, even as he felt a bit of relief he wouldn’t have to experience the joys of experiencing air with the consistency of sandpaper.
And a bit of delight that he was going to spend a bit more time with this cute wolf. 
“You’ve been so good to me already,” Misha said. “You should have closed hours ago, and you’re still serving me!”
“Nah, it’s fine.” Vitus said. “I’ve got a few regulars who stop by after closing for an Irish coffee or two. Not tonight, though. You’ve got me to yourself!”
Good. Misha didn’t exactly want to have anyone else come in.
Besides, by this point, there was no clearer sign that there was a mutual attraction between them. Misha was going to have to continue on the next day. But he didn’t want to do so without a quick roll-around in the sheets with this cutie. He’d missed out on a few fucks already due to his nerves, and he was not going to let it pass him by.
“Do you want another one of those?” Vitus asked, gesturing to Misha’s now empty glass. “You might be up all night, though, heh.”
“I think I’m good,” Misha said, licking his lips. 
“Lemme get that.” Vitus passed by him as he took the glass. His knuckles ‘accidentally’ brushed against Misha’s. Catching the hint, the fox looked up at the wolf.
Vitus was pausing, smiling. His eyes kept darting to Misha’s muzzle, then back to his eyes. Misha leaned up towards Vitus slightly. Vitus leaned closer too.
They both knew what was coming next, but Misha was a little more impatient. He put his hand around the back of Vitus’ head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He heard the clatter and shatter of the glass, and felt the cute wolf stiffen with a shocked yelp, hislips stiff and unyielding with surprise at his speed and force.
It was just a moment of shock, really. A second later, Vitus’ tongue was in Misha’s mouth, warm and sweet and rough. He didn’t even have time to worry if he’d made a mistake.
They continued to kiss for a time. Misha slipped his claws behind Vitus’ apron to see if he could cop a feel. Vitus moaned, his paws finding purchase on each of Misha’s hips as the fox turned to face him. His claws raked and kneaded, and he growled. The growl was lower than Misha expected… he was into it.
“Nmmmn-!” Vitus pulled back suddenly, with a look on his face like he’d forgotten to turn off an oven. “Shit. Shit. Sorry. I, uh, haha…” he wiped his lips and said. “Uhm, I gotta, uh… if you wanted to fool around, I don’t think I can tonight.”
“Why not?” Misha tried not to sound confused or devastated(even though he was).
“It’s, uh…” he shrugged. “A medical thing. I’ll be fine in the morning, and we can, uh, pick up where we left off then.”
That answer hung in the air. Misha tilted his head to the side. Vitus was either hiding something or lying, and he was doing it extremely poorly. 
“I’ll, uh…” Vitus said. “Show you to the guest room. You don’t need to get anything out of your car, do you? Mind the glass, I’ll clean it up…”
“Yeah, cool, sure.” Misha was probably hiding his disappointment and confusion just as badly. An awkward pallor hung over the pair as they engaged in small talk that was far more halting than the flirtations they’d been enjoying all afternoon.
“The night’s still young,” Misha said as he threw his backpack down on the bed. “Would you like to, I dunno, watch a movie or something?”
“Sorry, I really can’t,” Vitus said. He looked ashamed, crestfallen, but also nervous. “Listen, sleep well, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.”

Misha couldn’t stop wondering if he’d done something wrong. But oh well. It was too late now. Maybe they would fool around in the morning, maybe they wouldn’t.But it wasn’t going to be a steamy night of passion. That frustrated him, and kept him up long into the night.
The bed was a little bit hard, and the howling winds of the dust storm outside caused the windows to whimper and moan.  That went a long way towards keeping him from a proper night’s sleep. He kept glancing over to the digital alarm clock at the bedside. 9 o clock stretched on to 10 o clock, over to 11 o'clock.
His mouth was dry. Maybe a sip of water would help. Where was the bathroom…? He got up and quietly paced the hallways, assuming that Vitus was already asleep. The wolf struck him as an early riser, and he didn’t want to cause any more disruptions.

As he stalked carefully, trying each door to see if it would open, he heard a noise downstairs. Very soft, but not so soft that his keen ears could not pick it up. The sound of tinkling chain links. Heavy ones, too, based on the timbre. He slowly made his way down the old steps, listening out. The sound was intermittent, but never stopped for long. 
His mind immediately jumped to ‘there’s a burglar in the house’. Nothing was amiss in the cafe itself, everything was closed up and quiet.
The rattling was coming from further below.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was potentially dangerous. But curiosity automated Misha onward, down behind the counter and into the storeroom spaces behind.
The rattling was getting louder. He could hear the sounds of breathing, and grunts. Vitus’ grunts.
Misha found a doorway which he assumed would lead to a basement. Murder basement? Sex basement?
Against his better judgement, Misha felt he had to find out.

He opened the door, as slowly and carefully as he could. The rattling was quite loud at this point. Shorter and sharper. Misha could barely see, in what little vestiges of light there were, that Vitus was testing them for strength and tensility. They were leashed to loose manacles around his neck, wrists and ankles, and braced against the wall.
Aside from the chains, the room was completely bare… though there were markings on the floor and walls.

“Alright,” Vitus murmured to himself. “Alright.”
“Vitus?”
The wolf’s gaze shot up, and they met eyes. He gasped.
“You can’t be down here,” he said. “It’s not safe.”
“Why?” Misha asked. 
“I’m… tonight I’m going to transform again.”
“Transform? Are… are you a shifter?”
“Unfortunately,” Vitus said, his eyes downcast. “I go feral every month, around this time. I could feel it coming on earlier this evening… I’ve been able to hold it back, but it’s not going to be much longer before I… well, I hope I don’t keep you up with the noise.”
Vitus laughed, a nervous, sort of defeated laugh.
“I can take it.” Misha said. 
Even now, his instincts and desires were taking him down the stairs, closer to Vitus. There was a musk about him now, something primal and slightly pungent, that made Misha’s loins stir with arousal. 
“What’re you doing…?” Vitus said. 
“I wanna see,” Misha breathed. “I wanna watch you turn.” 
“Why on earth would you want to…?”

Misha always wanted to see one turn in person. He was a thrillseeker at heart. One with a poor sense of self preservation.
“Where’re the keys?”
“What?!” Vitus said. “No, I don’t know what I’ll do to you if I’m able to move. I won’t be able to control myself…”
“Have you hurt anyone before?”
“No…”
“What have you done?”
“I, uh…” Vitus blushed, turning his eyes away. “I just get kind of… well, horny.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Misha said with a nervously eager grin. “I can handle that…”
“Are you sure?”
Misha leaned in, cradling Vitus’ face, and kissing him. A more gentle, chaste kiss than before.
The fox could feel the wolf relaxing, as Misha’s raven claws ran through Vitus’ fur and hair.

“Let me have the keys,” Misha said gently when they pulled away. “I’ll take full responsibility for what happens next.”
“Alright…” Vitus said, his expression similar to Misha’s. Like they were young and discovering themselves for the first time, afraid of taking the plunge, and yet unable to resist the urge. “Alright. I kicked them over there…”

Vitus doubled over all of a sudden, groaning with what looked to be a lot of pain. His whole body clenched and tensed. 
“Rrghn… h-happening…” he said, shuddering and grasping onto the manacles for dear life. “W…wait..”

Misha only took one or two steps back, too mesmerised to think of looking away. The tear and creak of muscle, the pop and crack of bone, and the laboured breaths turning deeper and deeper, created a strange, horrifying symphony. He pulled off the arm manacles and the leg manacles before the wolf-beast grew into them.
The wolf’s fur was turning a deeper black, his eyes taking on a red sheen. He grew into the manacles as his snout elongated into a long, vicious snarl, lips unrolling back to show the gums. Misha was forced to crane his neck as the short wolf more than doubled in size and girth, towering over him and growling.
Misha was rooted to the spot. His pjs were tented. A cocktail of terror and lust flooded him, keeping him from looking away until Vitus was looming over him, feral and drooling. His arms - or his forelegs? - were huge, longer than his hindlegs.   The wolf was breathing heavily, their breath like a death rattle, and their tongue lolled out with hunger. That was not the only drooling thing - a bright red, thick canine cock was throbbing and drooling.
Misha was almost hypnotised by it. 
Vitus bit at the air and yanked at the chain around his neck, trying and failing to pull away. 

By now, Misha had given himself enough distance to avoid getting sliced open by the swinging, massive arms. He found the keys, keeping his eyes on Vitus.

“Vitus…” he said, softly. The beast stopped his snarling and biting, and stared at Misha intently.
Was there recognition? Hard to say. But Vitus was still growling, still slavering, thick heavy beads of drool splattering on the floor.
“Hold still,” Misha said, keeping an even tone. Arms outstretched, low to the ground. “I’m going to let you out of your neck brace, and you’ll be free to move. Okay? Sounds good?”
The wolf snarled at him every so often, making him jump with fear and his fur puff out on end. He steadied himself and continued. His heart was thumping in his chest, and his cock was rock-hard. One of the most frightening and arousing experiences he’d ever had in his life. A once in a lifetime chance.

Misha took extra care once he was within arm’s reach. The wolf remained still, his claws raking slowly against the floor. There was nothing docile about him. If Misha made the wrong move…
He tried not to think about it. He slowly raised the key-ring, and the wolf’s eyes were drawn to it. Misha had a hunch… he pinched one key between his fingers and held it up.
“Is it this key?” he asked.
The wolf stared at it, snorted, and tilted his head to the side. Could Vitus understand him? 
The head tilt turned into a little shake.
“Oh, okay!” Misha smiled, but the bared teeth triggered another warning growl. “Whoa. Whoa. Okay, sorry… this one?”
The wolf nodded this time.
“Great. Let me just… come closer.”
The wolf smelled incredible. His fur was so wiry and shaggy, like he’d been living out in the wilderness for years. Misha had heard that was the case with shifters, but now that he was seeing it in the flesh… it was something else.
He found the lock, and slowly, gingerly turned the key in it. With a click, the manacle came loose, and Misha slowly worked it off from around Vitus’ face.

Misha didn’t have time to react. The wolf’s warm wet tongue was already lathing across his face, each lick completely covering him. He was trying to go for that old primal impulse to lick the inside of Misha’s mouth to show his thanks. Misha sputtered and laughed, trying to pull away.
“H-hey, stop I- mmgl!” the tongue pushed past his lips and filled his mouth, still insistently lapping and pushing. 
Misha’s cock jumped and dribbled, leaving a big stain of pre in his pjs. They would have been ruined even if the wolf didn’t immediately grab them and rip them off Misha’s lower half.
It was happening. Too late to back out. Misha was at Vitus’ mercy now, and the giant wolf knew exactly what he wanted.

Misha’s feet left the floor as a heavy paw grabbed him by the midsection. Claws digging into his flesh, not enough to draw blood, but enough to give him a twinge of pleasurable pain. Misha felt the rush of being pushed backwards until he was pressed firmly against the wall. Still not able to process where he was in the room, thanks to the constant face-licking and the groping hands. It was hard to breathe too, especially with how thick the air was with pheromonal musk.
When the wolf finally stopped, Misha gasped and groaned, stomach rising and falling, fluttering like the wings of a bird. 
“G…gahh…” Misha groaned. “Okay, hah, pump the breaks for a sec-!”
The wolf’s other big paw grabbed him by the ankles and lifted, and Misha was upside down.
Vitus gave him no time to acclimate to the headrush before that rough, flat tongue lapped at the cleft of Misha’s ass, tonguing at his tailhole and pushing hard.
“Gaahahhh!” Misha’s cry almost sounded pained, but it was the furthest thing from it. His cock was leaking even more, and a few droplets of his own precum landed on his face and chin. His eyes rolled up into his head and he moaned, ending up catching a drop or two in his mouth.

“Nnnfuck that feels so good…” With the fervour and intensity of the licks, Misha began to wonder if he was going to spend the whole night getting his butt eaten. The claw around his torso dug into him a little more, leaving little grooves of scratchmarks along his midsection. It was the best ass-eating he’d had in his young life, that thick slobber leaving his taint glistening and lubricated. His head was swimming, light due to all the blood rushing to his feet and his cock.He was going to pass out, he could feel it… those tonguing touches were…!

He did, in fact, black out, because the next thing he knew he was upright again, looking right at Vitus’ big wet nose. The tongue lolled out. The teeth bared. 
For a moment, Misha thought - shit, he’s gonna bite my head off now - but that was before he felt the warm cocktip shoving inside him.
It felt even bigger than it looked. Misha screamed, trying to stifle it, even though there was no chance of it being heard over the raging storm outside. He spread his thighs wide, breathing sharply, trying his best to let the snarling wolf’s cock in. 
The next thing he knew, he was in darkness. Teeth were digging into his back and his chest - gently, of course, but enough to make him tense and squeeze around that cock.
Misha’s head was inside Vitus’ mouth, and that were-beast tongue was practically smothering his face again. Misha’s eyes were rolling and his whole body was shivering, his flesh so pliant for the roving, scratching claws and the nibbling teeth. When the wolf pulled back again, Misha took deep, gasping breaths of air, his fur matted with thick saliva and little traces of his own blood. He leaned his head back against the wall, allowing himself to go limp and let the wolf pound, and pound, and pound, and prod, and push…

The thick girth of the knot spread his cheeks wide. He knew what was coming next. He knew what the wolf was going to try to do.
…was this going to do him in?
Fuck it, he didn’t care anymore. He was too horny to care about self preservation. He needed this. So fucking badly. Being overpowered by someone much larger than him… this never happened for someone as tall as him. Being helpless, being so… so… 
Pop.
As soon as the knot was inside him, nothing else in the world mattered. His entire world was focused on the tightness as Vitus tied off inside him. Warmth flooded him - not just his own feeling of pleasure, but the intense, thick spurts of wolf-cum taking up residence inside his guts. After throwing his head back for a triumphant howl, the wolf bit down again, and Misha was smothered in wet warmth. His mind smothered with delirious libido as his own cock erupted, a pathetic display compared to the top’s. Not that it mattered.
Heavy, rattling breaths shook Misha’s mind, and pulled him deeper into a delirium. The wolf pulled and tugged, unable to yank the knot free from the white fox’s tight little hole. 
Vitus seemed spent. He slowly slumped down, collapsing to the floor and rolling to the side, so as not to smother Misha. Those large arms wrapped around the woozy, cum-drunk fox, and hugged him close. Misha whimpered and sighed, allowing the wiry fur to wrap around him like a comforter.
The air around them was chilly, and he was so grateful for the warmth as the wolf’s growls gradually turned into snores.
It was easy to let that rumbling sound rock him to sleep as well.

–

As Misha drove along the lonely highway, there were three sensations that caused mild distractions. 

One was the sore little crevices all along his body, the places where he’d been scratched and punctured by the wolf.
Another was the feeling of fullness, left over from being knotted all night long.
The third was the taste of Vitus’ lips from when they kissed goodbye, and the memory of the texture of his tongue. 

He was already thinking of what he’d text the wolf when he made his next pit stop. Small talk, or an entreaty to visit him once he got back from the con. Or maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all, and he’d surprise the cute barista with a visit on his way back.
It was almost a certainty.

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