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Suel and Jerv are both anthro wolvars whom, I'm sure, you can find plenty of information about at @Suel 's IB page or his FA page here: [fa]suel[/fa]. =3 This story is part of a series I've been (supposed to have been) doing for him for a great, long time, as are my other two submissions here. But those are from years ago, and this is from now. I'm going to be finishing and filling in the whole series as quickly as I can starting now. This is all to say, if you find references to events you don't know about in this, just skip them and move on; they're not of any critical importance to this chapter in the story.\n\nThe sex scene begins one third of the way into the story, and I've put \" **** \" there just above where it starts so that you can search for that marker in your browser or whatever and skip to it. I don't mind at all if you skip straight to the sex, as that is what porn is for ;3 But I do encourage you to eventually read it once from the beginning, as the exposition is intended to add to the feel of the sex.","description_bbcode_parsed":"This story takes place in the WoW universe, in Moonglade. Suel and Jerv are both anthro wolvars whom, I'm sure, you can find plenty of information about at \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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's IB page or his FA page here: \n\t\t\t\t\tsuel. =3 This story is part of a series I've been (supposed to have been) doing for him for a great, long time, as are my other two submissions here. But those are from years ago, and this is from now. I'm going to be finishing and filling in the whole series as quickly as I can starting now. This is all to say, if you find references to events you don't know about in this, just skip them and move on; they're not of any critical importance to this chapter in the story.

The sex scene begins one third of the way into the story, and I've put " **** " there just above where it starts so that you can search for that marker in your browser or whatever and skip to it. I don't mind at all if you skip straight to the sex, as that is what porn is for ;3 But I do encourage you to eventually read it once from the beginning, as the exposition is intended to add to the feel of the sex.","writing":"Suel felt the sweat beading on the back of his neck. He peered around the door that lead from the living room into the kitchen. The arousal potion was stored in a box on the top shelf of the kitchen pantry, and Jerv was in there stirring a cauldron of soup at the fireplace directly across from the doorway. Suel's eyes weren't even drawn to the furry peach below her swinging tail that her apron, which only covered in any respect her front side and was her only clothing, didn't leave at all to the imagination; he just wanted that potent lovemaking liquid. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for some way to sneak in and get it. Getting caught was not an option. If he crossed Jerv right now, she might be very, very scary. Why?\n\nThe past few weeks, Suel had been addicted to something: visiting barns and barracks all over the city and forest and giving relief to the animals, mounts and livestock. Not that anyone in the family would have thought him especially strange for that--or strange at all, really; they were all used to his particular sexual proclivities. Actually, Dear Reader, you know all too well that they shared in many of those proclivities on a regular basis. Rather... (and Suel felt somewhat guilty over this part of it, so I wouldn't spread the word around, if I were you) ...the part of it that turned him on most about it was that it... felt like cheating, adultery, misbehavior.\n\nThe family's recent experiences at Sindrayl's barn had awoken the desire for that type of lust in him again: meeting new animals almost every day, going in and just fucking them, being fucked, getting messy and dirty and sticky, without any regrets or worries. He'd been focused for the past year on making a happy home with his loved ones. And the life that had resulted in was wonderful, and he wouldn't trade it away for anything in the world, at least not permanently. But he felt like it made him uptight, always trying to make sure everything was going right, falling into a routine. That wasn't the wolvar he remembered. Before there was all this, way before, when he was a lone adventurer, before he'd even met Erya and even in the early days after he'd met her--until he'd met Jerv, really--he'd been a playboy.\n\nThere's something in a man, which, if he has it in him in the beginning, cannot be extinguished by anyone--not even him--no matter how close to him they are and no matter how rigorously they try to change him. Wanderlust, maybe, or freedom. Being alone and walking in the forest and going where he wants to and such things, yes; but not only that: sex. Sex and more sex. With whomever or whatever makes his cock fill his sheath and slip out. Sex without ties ...without metaphorical ties, that is. Sex his nuts love, dumping his load into mares and cows and deer and dragons and...\n\nSuel gulped. He was getting carried away in this thoughts, as was his wont. Focus, Suel! Focus! Get the potion without Jerv noticing you. ...Oh crap. She noticed. Dear Reader, you are about to find out what about this situation might make Jerv so scary.\n\n\"And just what are you doing there, peering around the doorway of my kitchen?\" Jerv barked, her paws on her hips as she stood facing Suel, ladle in one of them dripping soup broth on the stone floor. The fire roared behind her, imitating the fire rising in her eyes.\n\nShe wasn't really angry, of course, just playing at being menacing; but she had known that Suel had been slipping out at all times of the day, making excuses sometimes that made no sense, and depleting their supply of love potion--which, thankfully, had recently been replenished as compensation from Sindrayl for a job well done.\n\n\"There's no need to get territorial, Dear...\" Suel answered meekly, more sweat beading on the back of his neck.\n\n\"Come out into the light, at least.\" Jerv insisted firmly. \"You're sneaking around again. Something's going on with you, and I want in on it.\" She grinned and licked her lips.\n\nThere. There it was. This was the scary part. Suel was about to get it; but, worse, way worse, was that he was about to face the choice of either lying to his mate or losing access to the central element of his recent sexual escapades that made them feel so good. He stepped out under the door frame and stood there with his hands clasped behind his head, making a silly and pathetic attempt to look casual.\n\nJerv pointed her ladle at his crotch. \"You're showing,\" she grinned, \"and your knot's full in that overeager sheath of yours too. I knew it. You're up to something. You're getting sex from somewhere else when you have all you could ever want right here.\"\n\nSuel clasped his hands in front of his swollen sheath and black cock tip, but of course that was meaningless; it was too late. \"...Shit,\" he thought to himself very loudly--loudly enough that the word came out of his mouth instead.\n\n\"Oho,\" Jerv snorted, looking very proud of herself. \"It's your big secret, huh? Time to tell me where you've been slipping out to every day for the past two weeks, Honey.\" She grinned even wider on the last word, showing her sharp teeth. No... way... out.\n\n\"...I've been going to barns,\" Suel said, blushing hotly upon hearing himself admit it out loud and so plainly. But he decided he would try to divert attention, at least a little, from his real motivation. \"I... feel sorry for the animals,\" he said. It wasn't a lie, but it was a fib. \"No one wants to give them pleasure. You've seen how much calmer they are and how much better they behave when they're not hopelessly horny.\" He began to talk faster, hoping he might get away with it. \"They masturbate, I guess, but if you were a stallion, would you really be satisfied by slapping your huge dong against your belly and not even cumming most of the time? No, so-\"\n\nJerv put her paw out, palm flat facing Suel. \"Stop! Stop right there. You're as transparent as ever, Suel, Buddy Boy. Giving them pleasure isn't your main goal, is it? No, no. But I do believe that you're going to barns and offering your 'services.' That explains why you'd need so much arousal potion. The big ones take more, don't they?\" Jerv turned around for a moment--to set the ladle down on the pot and to raise the pot off the heat. Then she turned back to him, untying and shedding her apron in the process, taking the loop from around her neck and letting the whole bit fall limply to a puddle of cloth on the stone floor in front of her footpaws, leaving her without any small shred of modesty. She walked towards him, determination in her eyes. \"Take me with you,\" she demanded. \"You have a barn you're planning on visiting tonight, right? You’re clearly planning on skipping dinner anyway, so take me with you.\"\n\n\"Uh...!\" Suel panicked, backing up into the living room--but Jerv followed him, putting her paws on his shoulders.\n\n\"I'm a horny little fuck,\" Jerv said with a darkly serious expression on her face, staring Suel right in the eyes--which might have made him laugh if she wasn't advancing quickly on his position in more ways than one. \"And you have an animal that wants to shove his dick in my cunt, don't you.\"\n\n\"Whoa! Jerv! Holy...!\" Suel yipped as Jerv pushed him back onto the living room couch. \"You in heat again or something?\" She leaned over him without answering, her paws still gripping his shoulders. He looked to the right, trying to avoid her stare. He clenched his teeth, trying to come up with an excuse even now, but his altruism got the better of him. (Not that what he had been doing so far had been particularly altruistic, but... you know, to a fault, at least.) In the end, he couldn't lie to his mate--especially not when she was being this insistent.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said quietly, \"I've got a place lined up... they're lodging a boar mount. But...\"\n\n\"But what, Sweetie?\" Jerv said gently, attitude changing on a dime, her expression turning back to normal as if she had an inkling of what he was about to say--or maybe just because she was satisfied now that she'd gotten her way. She sat down next to him on the couch, to his right, and held his right paw.\n\n\"But...\" Suel hesitated for a moment--then: \"I was doing it because it felt like cheating on you and that's what made the sex fucking amazing,\" he rushed, not wanting to linger on that sentence for any longer than necessary.\n\n\"...Cheating on me, huh?\" Jerv said after a moment's pause. \"You big dummy!\" She twisted her body towards him and batted his forehead with her right paw (probably harder than she'd intended to). \"You don't realize how cute that is, do you? Do you?\"\n\n\"Um... no?\" Suel admitted, facing her with his brow raised in genuine relief and surprise.\n\n\"Pff,\" Jerv snorted. \"No, of course you wouldn't. You're a male.\"\n\n\"So what does that have to do with it?!\" Suel tossed back at her.\n\n\"So,\" Jerv said, \"guys always take everything at face value, don't they. Look how worried you were that you were cheating on me by going and fucking some barnyard animals. Everyone gets off on cheating-\"\n\n\"You too?\" Suel interrupted her.\n\n\"Yes,\" she grinned, \"duh. ...but all your actions show is how devoted to this family you are. There's a difference between thinking and doing, Dummy, between caring and selfishness. You never had to give anyone any inkling you were doing something out of the ordinary. You could have just walked out the door, and we would have assumed you had business and would have let you go on your way. Instead of that, you're sneaking around and making yourself obvious while trying to avoid telling me or any of us what's going on because you know that cheating for real is wrong. Pff, not that what you're doing would normally be considered 'cheating' anyway! Not only is it cute because of how worried you were and how much you overblew it in your own head, you being worried in the first place shows how much you love me, how much you didn't want me to be sad when I found out.\" Jerv smiled--and leaned towards him and locked him in a kiss. After a moment, she broke it squeezed Suel's paw now that he was smiling.\n\n\"So cheating is ok if I still love you?\" Suel grinned, raising an eyebrow and chuckling.\n\nJerv snorted in response. \"No, of course not. But this isn't cheating in the first place. That's what makes it adorable!\"\n\nSuel gave her a half smile, half grin, aware what she was saying was so but also genuinely relieved that she wasn't angry, relieved to the point where he'd forgotten why he hadn't wanted Jerv to find out in the first place--until Jerv kindly reminded him why.\n\n\"So...\" she said, \"you liked it because it felt naughty, huh? Because none of us knew about it? Liked to pretend you were being a bad boy?\"\n\nSuel's frown returned as he nodded and shifted his eyes to the right, avoiding Jerv's gaze again. \"Yeah... and 'cause I got to sneak out and do what I wanted, I guess.\"\n\nJerv surprised him by throwing her leg over him, hopping on his lap, and raising her tail, pressing her soft, furry crotch against Suel's sheath. \"You want a partner in crime?\" she asked, drawing her face close to his and looking naughty. She held his shoulders and hovered her head near his left ear, whispering: \"I'm a horny little mink... and I need that slippery corkscrew cock in me, making its sticky plug in my cervix and squirting its semen-\"\n\n\"Ok, enough!\" Suel cut her off, his sheath full and hard and beating against Jerv's belly, its tip peeking out again. Jerv murred deep and leaned in and licked up the underside of Suel's neck and chin.\n\nSuel gasped. \"Oh my God, Jerv, stop... or we're never going to make it to the stables...\"\n\n\"I know...\" she grinned, licking again. \"Oh...\" She stopped moving, as if actually remembering what the point of all this was. \"...right.\" She got up off his lap and stood in front of him, blushing. Suel, grinning, leapt up, ran into the kitchen and retrieved the vial of potion, and practically yanked Jerv's paw off her wrist while pulling her out the front door.\n\nThe stables were on the northern border of the southern forest. The only person on duty there, a young human man with blonde hair and a bright complexion, clearly a foreigner, in overalls with a pitchfork in his hands, looked up from his work when they arrived. ...and, upon recognizing Suel and remembering what he was there for, gave him the same hesitant, half disgusted, ashamed look that he was by now more than used to, seeing as he got it every job he went to.\n\n\"Um...\" The man--whom Suel didn't know by name but had seen working in the back when he'd been making the deal with the owner for the job--pointed with his thumb over his right shoulder to a stall near the back of the stables. \"...in there. Don't... don't worry about me,\" he said, \"I'm not going to be here while you're... doing your thing, so... I mean, it needs to be done, don't it?\"\n\nSuel--and Jerv, whom the man could see standing behind Suel over Suel's left shoulder--nodded eagerly, with absolutely no shame; and Suel answered, \"he sure does, Boy,\" while licking his lips.\n\nThe man grimaced and, while pretending as hard as he could to not be in any rush, lay down his pitchfork against the pile of hay he'd been working at and strode out of the barn with as much of a pretense at being casual as possible--while Suel and Jerv watched him go with delightfully wide grins on their faces.\n\n****\n\nThere were six stalls in the medium-sized stables, but it seemed the only one occupied at present was the one with the boar. With the stable hand gone, Suel and Jerv were indeed truly alone to do as they wished. They probably could have stolen anything they wanted, but that wasn't their goal. Suel shed his clothing with a stated lack of discretion and made his way to the back of the stables. (Jerv rolled her eyes and followed, leaving her clothing in place.) Suel reached the back stall on the left and looked over the waist-tall door at their client. The massive male faced the rear of the stall with his nose roughly stuck in his feed pail.\n\nHis fur was a dark and luxurious brown, long and draped going up the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades, and climbing up to the top of the tall hump on his upper back. It wasn't short and proper like that of farmed hogs but untamed and uncut like that of a wild monster. Apart from the areas of his body that were covered with hair, Suel--and Jerv, now next to him, too--could tell he had been born in an area with tougher breeds and had probably been ridden through tough terrain most of his life. His bones were obviously large and were padded on all sides with tough, sinewy, firm muscle, especially down his legs and across his ribs. But even his rump didn't show a hint of fat; just muscles folded over each other.\n\nBetween his hind legs hung his massive, heavy, oval nuts, as large as at least five of Suel's fists stacked on top of one another and twice as wide around. They swung as he nosed hungrily in his pail, swinging up against one hind leg then the other, grazing the hay padding the floor of the stall. His tail flicked rapidly back and forth across his rump, raised enough to show his large but clenched anus, dark-pink skin drawn and puckered, in the middle of a sea of dark-brown fur. It slightly pushed open and drew closed again repeatedly as he ate, a sign of his straining to get every last bit out of the bucket. He kicked his right hind leg, throwing hay up, in his effort, pushing his front end forward to get deeper in. Every one of his movements was powerful, heavy, and punctuated with purpose.\n\nHe was large, with more body mass and much more weight than Suel and Jerv put together. His legs were each one thicker than Suel's forearm was near the shoulder blade. Instantly it became clear that it had been a good thing Jerv had caught Suel trying to sneak the love potion out of the kitchen; they might need one another here for help in case the boar became violent when either of them was in a compromising position. Any sex they had with this powerful male was going to be a matter of submitting to him and getting no choice in the matter beyond that, getting trapped under his weight and made to accept a forceful, insistent mating.\n\nSuel could hear Jerv panting quickly, and Jerv could hear Suel's firm, filled cock sheath rhythmically thumping the stall door between stiffenings with dull knocks--as they watched the boar ravage his feed bucket, snorting and pushing his snout into it.\n\n\"L... let me help your knot out,\" said Jerv, still staring at the monster in the stall.\n\n\"Yeah...\" Suel responded, equally entranced.\n\nAnother moment passed before they turned to each other and Jerv placed both her paws on Suel's full sheath, her left paw wrapped around below the knot, which was still stuck in the sheath, her right paw wrapped around the shaft at the tip where he was peeking out. While squeezing her left paw to push the knot up, she slid her right paw down, slipping his sheath down off his breeder tool, exposing him, until he murred as his knot quickly pushed up the rest of the way into the open air, pulling his sheath wide around the bulb and trapping it below. Suel's free cock leaked pre down the underside as it stuck up at a steep angle, pointed at the ceiling, bobbing and slapping against his belly.\n\n\"Thanks,\" Suel said.\n\n\"No problem.\" Jerv smiled weakly, betraying her nervousness.\n\n\"You ready for this?\"\n\n\"Ready as I'm gonna be.\"\n\n\"Good. You go first,\" said Suel, making Jerv bite her lip, and took the vial of arousal potion and syringe out of his pack before hanging the pack on a hook planted on the stud at the corner of the stall.\n\nSuel reached over the stall door and pulled up on the bolt from the inside, releasing the latch and allowing the door to swing open outward. He held it only a bit open, enough for him and Jerv to just barely slip inside, and then quickly shut it again and locked it with the bolt. The boar didn't look up--but did, a moment later, incidentally finish eating and flop on his right side, exposing his underbelly to the wolvars.\n\nHis belly was where all the fat was. It was large and rounded with far less fur than the rest of him had. The fur there was smooth, silken, and matted against his pinkish skin, making it look like he had recently been shaved, within the past couple of weeks at most. It was unusual. Every other boar they'd seen of this type had a heavily furred underbelly with lots of loose hair hanging down from the middle, mirroring the stripe of hair up their backs. Instead, the underbelly of this boar looked more like human skin with a light, flat coating of fine, almost blonde hairs.\n\nIt reminded Suel of the approach often taken with sows of the species to let the young suckle without interference. On this boar, his eighteen nipples were exposed, thick, hard, and pink, nine pairs running down from just below his front legs to near his genital sheath, which was bare, fleshy, and pink, also shaved. However violent, this boar must be tamable if he let anyone do that. His huge nut sac, which lay on the hay pushed out between his hind legs, almost touching his rump, was not shaved--instead completely covered with matted brown fur even darker than what was on his topside.\n\nHis sheath stretched about a half meter, attached going up the middle of his belly starting at the base of his sac. It occurred to Suel, finally putting two and two together, that he was a stud boar, given the combination of his obvious virility and his sheath, which must have been shaved to ease mating. Suel had never seen a stud boar of this species--only mounts--and Jerv obviously hadn't either. But it was logical that they must exist somewhere since these boars were raised domestically and sold. And one of those places was here. This was normally a stable for adventurers to house their mounts while in the city, so, Suel reasoned, this stud must have recently been sold or leant out and was en route to his place of work.\n\nThe boar looked at them and snorted dismissively. Even his face was muscular, grizzled, and wearing a hard and cold expression. His snout was large and upturned; and, while his four tusks were of average size, they were nonetheless menacing. He rolled in the hay, deciding he was completely unconcerned with Jerv or Suel, kicking his legs in the air as he rolled himself over to lie on his other side. The perfect opportunity. Suel hastily drew a syringe nearly full to the top with potion, making it a double dose considering the boar's obvious weight, snuck up, and jammed the needle firmly in the boar's rump, pushing the fluid via his thumb on the handle. Suel, crouching, kept himself in an active stance, ready to jump back when the boar protested--but the boar didn't protest apart from a grunt.\n\nSuel looked over his shoulder at Jerv, a bewildered expression on his face due to the boar's lack of activity. Jerv shrugged as if to say, \"don't question your blessings.\"\n\n\"Okay...\" Suel said aloud--but quietly--as he approached Jerv after standing up and walking back to the stall door to replace the potion and syringe in his pack. \"...we've got about a minute,\" he told her. \"You're going to want to get in position--and brace yourself.\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" Jerv gulped. \"I sure will.\" Looking around the stall, the only other object that showed itself above the hay was a wooden construction that looked something like a gymnastics horse: two triangular frames with grooves in the top supporting a horizontal four-by-four laid between them and nailed in place. It was low to the ground and and sported a hook on the underside of the horizontal beam. She reasoned the feed pail had been hung there before the boar had ripped it away to use as he desired.\n\nWhile Suel backed into a corner of the stall to wait his turn--his erection still full, knotty, and throbbing--Jerv quickly shed her clothing in a limp puddle on the hay and got on her knees in front of the feeder. The hook might have been dangerous, but it fortunately was screwed in loosely enough to be turned around the other way, presenting her with the blunt end instead of the sharp one. She got into mating position against it, her knees on the hay, her legs spread, her poofy tail raised, presenting, leaning her upper body against the horizontal beam for support with her arms over it and her chest pressed against its front side. The loud drones of the evening crickets and frogs reached them through the walls of the stable, covering up the sounds of their own nervous panting, just waiting for the potion to kick in.\n\nJerv jumped when, after a sudden, brief but loud rustle of hay and a snort, the boar nosed her backside then dipped his head between her legs and pushed, very nearly spearing her bare, furred rear with his tusks. The push was powerful and lifted her legs clear off the ground, landing her hard on her knees when he let her go. The hay was enough to cushion her fall somewhat, but she still felt the impact against the hard stall floor underneath it. She gave a gasp--then a loud yelp as the boar immediately clamped Jerv's right ass cheek in his blunt teeth, holding and squeezing rather than biting, bunching up a soft, large roll of Jerv's cheek in his jaw.\n\nSuel winced, seeing this; but it surprisingly seemed only to have shocked her. She wasn't acting like it hurt one bit. Quite the opposite. She thrashed her tail and, after a moment, gave a deep, loud moan of pleasure. The boar stuck his flat nose between Jerv's legs, pushing it unabashedly smack against her pussy, and snorted and sniffed. Apparently pleased, he withdrew his head and took one step back, paused, and suddenly lunged forward, lifting his front legs off the ground and walking quickly forward with his hind legs then landing on her with a thud, mounting her. Jerv shuddered with the impact but seemed to be okay. Most of the force went into the feeder instead of into her back.\n\nJerv stared at the ground in front of her, her teeth clenched in an effort to support the boar's weight. That soon became easier as the boar walked forward a little more on his hind legs, sliding his forelegs up against Jerv's armpits, putting most of the weight on her shoulders and hips, both of which were well supported. She felt herself shudder in delight as the moist tip of his sheath grazed past her plump, swollen pussy lips. She panted deliciously hard, vision already blurry, already reeling into a submissive state just from the force and confidence with which he'd mounted her and claimed her.\n\nShe could hear and feel his grunts reverberate through his body and into hers. His belly was warm and smooth, and it was firm enough to hold its shape as she pushed up against it with her back and rump. He gave hard, purposeful thrusts with his hips, sliding his sheath all around her butt, making his cock shoot out, already lubricated with pre, and slip all around her, into her tail, through her ass fur, against her thighs, and across the underside of her mound as he explored her backside at every angle, looking for any hole.\n\nHis soft, smooth, slippery corkscrew shot out when he thrust, sometimes pushing out farther after he stopped moving and nestling into her fur as it tried to erect into its mating orifice, then retracted and slid back into his sheath between thrusts. It uncurled somewhat when it pressed against her, following the curves of her body instead of its own, but always wound back up again on the way back. He was extremely thick for a boar, his shaft about as wide around as her thumb. His warm, prodding, slippery-searching member felt like she imagined tentacles to feel, naughtily probing her without regard for her pleasure, just seeking out any a warm crevice to slip into and deliver their load.\n\nAfter nearly a minute of very frustrating thrusts that missed their mark entirely, he seemed to wise up--somewhat--and lay his sheath tip in her ass crack, stabilizing it so that it only slid further in between her cheeks when he thrust. His cock came out and slid from his sheath tip (which was positioned against her tail base) down between her sweaty, loose-spread cheeks, working itself into the crevice and poking about with the flexibility of a long finger. Jerv struggled, realizing full well what was about to happen if he was thrusting from this angle. She knew boars could control which direction their penises went to a certain degree, curving them and angling them after they were out of the sheath. And this was going to a bad place.\n\nShe shut her eyes tightly and gasped as his wriggling member worked its way up her asshole with the naughty, nasty feeling of warm, wet, firm slime. It flicked and thrashed around in her, squirting hot, creamy pre as he thrust and pushed it more and more inside. It felt exactly like a finger inside a latex glove that was coated in microwaved gelatin: slippery, soft, and smooth, which would have been nice if only it hadn't been up the wrong hole. He stopped thrusting, and his cock started sliding up her asshole on its own, getting deep and beginning to let out a very dense, sticky substance, thicker than cum. He was already trying to make his plug.\n\n\"No!\" she thought, and, gritting her teeth, shook her rear back and forth as hard as she could. She couldn't sway the boar or make him lose his balance--not nearly. Her ass simply smacked between his two very strong, stable hind legs, pushing his giant nuts out backward. But her sudden movements did make him start and retract his cock halfway in shock. He was having trouble keeping it inside due to the angle too, and Jerv just kept shaking her ass until she felt it slip all the way out. She heaved a sigh of relief but remembered to quickly push her rump up high, shoving it against his warm, smooth belly.\n\nThe boar, probably pissed that he was denied, insistently shoved his whole weight forward, securely nestling his sheath tip right where Jerv wanted it, against her plump mound, which was covered with very soft, brown fur that half buried her juicy, swollen, pink cunt lips and clit. He pressed forward, squooshing her peach up against her, and pushed his cock out. It slid, tickling her, slightly upward as it nestled itself between her moist lips, and followed the curve of her pussy flesh until it found itself another, much wetter and warmer, hole.\n\nJerv gasped happily as it slithered into her like a small, curvy, energetic snake coated with warm lube. It thrashed around her vaginal canal and slipped around her walls erratically, rubbing and tickling her, making her spasm and clamp. The feeling was amazing, teasing and arousing to a degree she rarely felt, making her tense as he pushed into folds of flesh in hard-to-reach portions of her insides, touching places she hadn't felt touched in years. She gasped and at the warm wetness on her thighs: the copious amounts of fluid leaking out of her pussy. The more he explored, the harder her breathing became and the more her eyes rolled back in her head. She knew he was still searching for his mark even now, an even tinier hole than before.\n\nHis penis slid in and out against her top wall then thrashed down against her bottom one and slid the same way, giving her g-spot a long, slick stroke. After that, she couldn't stop clamping on him every time he tickled her, her vagina absolutely flooded with juice. She felt like a winking mare, liquids flowing lewdly out of her every time she clamped. She panted hotly and pushed up and back against him harder in the hopes that she could improve the angle for him. His heavy balls swung back and forth between his legs as he adjusted his position to match, aiming more downward. His cock curled around inside her and pushed forward, straightening as it reached the back of her tunnel, pushing and pushing through her moist folds of soft, sensitive flesh until it found entry.\n\nJerv shuddered hard against the feeder as the boar's dick forced her cervix open by pushing at it, selfishly shoving the flesh pucker apart, spreading the tightly clamped, sensitive, fleshy sphincter deep inside her naughty girl place. It felt like her belly getting pried apart--but in a hot, tight way that didn't cause pain. She tensed up all over and, out of nowhere, had a monstrous orgasm, clamping and pulling his finger-like cock up inside, trapping him in her womb. Her mind was thrown into a state of desperate release as she felt her belly filled. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as she gasped and strained her rear out backward.\n\nHer pussy clamped inside hard then released, inner walls and outer lips all pulling outward with shuddering force, splatting wolvar juices sharply all over the boar's belly, sheath, legs, and nuts. That repeated five times as she bucked her hips hard, her belly tight, lost in the kind of pleasure that males have when they ejaculate a huge load because that was, in fact, what she was doing. The force of her spasms pulled the boar's cock deep inside and made it curl up in her womb, pressing outward against the walls of her tiny baby-making oven, stretching it--which in turn put her back on edge, making her climax stretch out a full minute while she drooled juices down her legs and made ropes of it strand between her tail and her butt. It finally ended, leaving Jerv's heart pounding like she'd never felt it pound before, leaving her panting and draped over the feeder. Then the boar started to fill her.\n\nJerv slumped, letting her belly sag toward the floor as she lay against the feeder, exhausted, while the merciless boar, his penis curled around inside her womb so it was pointed toward the entrance, started ejaculating his thick plug cum against the inside of her cervix. The warm mess accumulated rapidly in the tight, enclosed space and stuck the entrance to Jerv's womb closed almost immediately, plastering and locking his curly cock inside. Then he shuddered on top of her throughout his body as he started dumping his endless load into her, not a drop of it spilling out of her deepest deposit sac.\n\nSuel, watching the boar twitch, humping gently and swinging his huge nuts, his cock tensing on the outside but stuck on the inside, started helplessly touching himself even though honestly trying not to get too worked up before it was his turn. But his body was so hot, and his stomach felt so tight, that he had to slick some of the pre he had been dripping up and down the underside of his cock as it stuck up in the air and slapped his belly erotically. Realizing he wouldn't have the chance to loosen up any once the boar got on top of him, he used his other paw to gather some pre and work it up under his tail, rubbing his warm, still tight hole gently in order to make his approaching experience more pleasant.\n\nThe hottest thing about Jerv pinned underneath that boar was how she looked totally wasted and used, her belly rising and falling fast as she huffed, just a vessel to receive his seed. She'd already had her fill of pleasure out of him; now she was just weakly letting him continue to penetrate her, slipping his cock all around inside her as much as he wanted to, while he carried out his constant, twenty-minute-long ejaculation.\n\nFirst his semen completely filled her womb, stretching it like a balloon as far as it would stretch before it began fighting back and pushing some cum out against the plug around the boar's penis. At that moment, the boar retracted his cock a little and finished plugging off her womb with the thicker fluid--which quickly stiffened up and trapped his hot baby-making liquid inside her. All that took about five minutes. Then, not satisfied, whipped his cock around her vagina, rutting her rump and spraying everywhere until his cum flowed out her quivering, plump pussy, fur all wet and matted, lips large and soft, swollen with the blood flow her excitement--her overexcitement--had produced. That process took the other fifteen minutes.\n\nWhen Jerv finally couldn't take it anymore, she made an effort to lift and arch her back, and the boar, also exhausted, took that as his cue to dismount. Jerv rolled into the hay to her right, abandoning the feeder, and half curled up on her left side, a big mess of fur that had been matted down with sweat and cum, juices of various sorts seeping out of the plump, overripe peach that Suel could still partially see behind her limp tail. Suel could swear her belly was plumper than before too. She was turned away from him, kind of quivering, but not in danger or anything; just exhausted and done. The boar, who also should have been out of it, instead walked around the stall shaking his head, snorting in desperation, and spritzing all over the hay and his legs as his cock kept slipping out and back in, apparently against his will, in effect masturbating him further, the effect of the medicine.\n\nSuel's tongue hanging out of his mouth, he practically jumped into the soaked hay in front of the feeder and took up the same position Jerv had been in, hiking his rump in the air and raising his tail invitingly. His tense, furry nuts quivered below his exposed, black tailhole, which clamped in anticipation, moist with the pre he had been rubbing in since earlier but still tight. Beneath, his knotty, turgid cock thumped up against his belly repeatedly, spritzing and oozing pre in hot anticipation. He heard obvious, loud, trotting footsteps as the boar approached him, grateful for another hole to release his huge amount of pent-up seed into now that his great big dangling reservoirs had been stirred into overproduction.\n\nThe boar snorted loudly and didn't even waste the time of sniffing Suel to see if he was a viable breeding partner or doing anything to establish dominance. Perhaps he could tell from Suel's posture that Suel wouldn't put up the slightest bit of resistance, but it was more likely he just couldn't spare the time to care. When a male needs release like that, and his seed is in danger of forcing its own way out, he can't waste a single moment getting it in a hole. Suel groaned in pleasure the moment the boar mounted up, feeling the warm, heavy pressure of being exquisitely dominated, the same way he was sure Jerv had felt earlier when the made her own similar sound of deep pleasure.\n\nSuel took a more proactive approach to getting the boar slipped inside him; he raised his back up into the boar's firm but soft-textured, warm belly and hiked his rear up higher than that, as high as he could get it under the boar's weight, lining the valley between his furry butt cheeks directly with the boar's sheath. The boar grunted loudly in what Suel was sure was approval, thrusting almost violently with desperate eagerness, his smooth, moist, whipping corkscrew shooting right out of the tip of his sheath and slithering down Suel's butt crack, skipping all the misadventures with bad aim that Jerv had experienced with such frustration during her turn.\n\nSuel gasped with delight as he suddenly felt the boar's cock for the first time. He'd had both wild boars and farm hogs before--even mounts of the same species as the one presently on top of him--but this one was different than all of them. His cock was slick, slippery, highly flexible, and prehensile the same as every other male hog; but it was also several times as thick and firmer all along the curly length, making it hotter, stronger, and more able to get its way. Rather than sliding down between his cheeks meekly exploring for the hole in a happy-go-lucky manner like other hogs would have, it pushed down there hard, with purpose, opening him up, with knowledge of what it was aiming for. This boar's obvious mounting experience as a stud and excellent mating manner added to the high-quality feel he exuded. Suel would gladly be his needy sow and milk his giant testicles for what they were worth.\n\nThe boar's cock straightened out somewhat between Suel's cheeks, matting down the fur with mating juices of various origins as it slid down, and touched his tender tailhole--before curving and forcibly pushing in with the perfect, slippery, wiggly pressure, working its way smoothly inside at a constant rate, spreading its hole warmly with gentle but real pressure. It just slid deeper and deeper inside like a warm, smooth rope being pushed and pushed into his belly. Suel hung his head as it reached what must easily have been a foot inside, touching places he'd rarely if ever felt touched--even by other animals with similarly explorative cocks. It released precum as it went and slipped through it like a fat worm, thrashing all up and down its length, trapped in its tight, fleshy prison. Suel draped himself over the feeder plank, oozing thick precum in a consistent, unbroken rope of drool into the hay, his cock repeatedly bouncing up and slapping his belly.\n\nThe boar grunted and continued thrusting, not finding the tight end of Suel's passage where he expected the womb to be--to the point where Suel wondered how much cock this beast could possibly have left inside him. Then suddenly, right as that thought finished running through the wolvar's mind, the boar stopped, made a loud, pained grunt, and held still--literally at the end of his cock, no more to sink inside his sow. The boar's long worm wiggled violently as the creamy plug goo was pumped up through it, and it began oozing out after a moment into Suel a foot and a half deep. The boar shuddered, beginning another endless, pumping orgasm. Suel shivered as he imagined how the boar's gigantic nuts must be tingling with every moment he pumped that endless flow of cum up through his long, thick dick.\n\nSuel moaned, teetering on the very edge. He'd managed to skip the frustration earlier when he'd gotten the boar to slip right into his hole, but this is what he got in return. His furry nuts were pulled up tight between his legs, two quivering, furry ovals in a purse, ready and hoping to make him ejaculate, but he couldn't get there. The boar wasn't big enough to put any pressure on his prostate--only to slip teasingly along it, making Suel's cock tense and leak pre but not much else. The boar was too heavy on his back to spare a paw to stroke himself off with; he needed both arms draped over the feeder to support the weight. Suel grit his teeth, his stomach starting to hurt not only from how tense it was inside but from how many times his firm cock had slapped it by now.\n\nThe boar only tortured him further, slowly retracting his cock as he pushed out goo that quickly stiffened into a squishy but dense, plastery substance in the wolvar. The boar grunted and shook on top of Suel, probably frustrated as well, and thrust firmly once more, making his cock shoot in back up through all the goo. Then the semen started coming, shooting and spritzing and leaking like water out the end of a hose you'd clamped your finger mostly over. It was thinner than the extremely thick plug goo, but it was still as thick as normal cum, laced with fertile sperm, all being emptied from those big baby-making tanks hanging between his hind legs. The more that came out, the deeper into Suel's body it went, flowing down inside thanks to the angle of penetration, rendering the plug completely unnecessary.\n\nSuel's vision started to blur, blueballed in the extreme and teased right to the edge repeatedly only to be mercilessly pulled back every time. He moaned loudly in frustration and wriggled underneath the boar, trying to push his rump further up into the boar's belly to get a better angle and hopefully some relief. Doing so had the opposite of the desired effect, though; the boar squealed in surprise and pulled back, withdrawing his cock halfway out of Suel and almost losing his balance. Suel panted hard but forced himself to relax and let the boar keep loading him up despite being tense all over.\n\nOut of nowhere, warm relief slipped around his cock in the form of Jerv's warm, wet mouth, her tight muzzle slipping up his length until her lips kissed his knot and her tongue slid out from between them, cupping the underside of the bulb. Suel gave a loud groan and tried to say \"thank you\" but merely sputtered instead, the words refusing to come out. Jerv clamped her muzzle down hard and deepthroated him, letting him bob up and squirt pre on the back of her throat, while swallowing and sliding her tongue forward and back, caressing the whole underside of his throbbing cock with the wet, hot muscle. Suel came like a lightning bolt, his nuts pumping the sperm up through him overtime, the semen rolling down through his cock in massive globs and being fired like shotgun rounds out his tip as his cock bobbed up hard in Jerv's mouth, slapping her palate, with each rope of sweet, thick ejaculation.\n\nJerv swallowed down his load until it was seeping out the corners of her mouth from the cum bulges in her puffed-up cheeks--then pulled back and closed her eyes, letting Suel splatter the rest all over her face, so much that there nearly wasn't a strand of fur left afterwards that wasn't at least a little damp and sticky, ropes clinging to her muzzle, cheeks, eyelids, ears... Suel collapsed like Jerv had, all the horny taken out of him, and endured until the boar had finished up. Thankfully, the boar seemed to be finished after all that too, and after no more than a minute lost his balance while dismounting, falling into the hay and closing his eyes in pure satisfaction, having drained his giants of two full loads.\n\nSuel fortunately remembered to retrieve his satchel--and Jerv both piles of clothing--before leaving. It was the middle of the night by the time they got out of the barn. There was no one around this very southern part of town--and the street lamps were few and far between--both of which were probably good things since the stables lacked a convenient source of fresh water to clean themselves up with. Even through the parts of town where there were people around still, Jerv and Suel managed to sneak by successfully without anyone noticing. It really felt like they were out to steal something--or maybe like they already had and were fleeing from enforcement.\n\nIn the end, it felt exactly like the adventure Suel had needed--and, looking at the strange smile on Jerv's face as they crept through the alleys and peered around corners, she felt the same kind of deep, complete satisfaction. The refreshing nighttime breeze carrying them through town like birds on a draft underlined that their experience had been an exercise in freedom--in other words, a complete fling. But instead of the portion of regret that usually came with a fling, this was cleansing and only that. It reminded them that life was full of droves of this kind of adventure for anyone who wanted them, anytime, no matter what. And that thought was at least relieving and maybe important in some way as well.\n\nAfter getting home, they crept upstairs and showered together, cleaning all the sticky out of their fur. After, they lay curled up together in bed under the beams of moonlight that seeped through the curtains. Jerv said quietly, \"My partner in crime... heheh. I love you, Suel. It was so much fun... how long till we get to sneak out together again?\" Suel answered by simply squeezing her paws in his. Then he fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his lips.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Suel felt the sweat beading on the back of his neck. He peered around the door that lead from the living room into the kitchen. The arousal potion was stored in a box on the top shelf of the kitchen pantry, and Jerv was in there stirring a cauldron of soup at the fireplace directly across from the doorway. Suel's eyes weren't even drawn to the furry peach below her swinging tail that her apron, which only covered in any respect her front side and was her only clothing, didn't leave at all to the imagination; he just wanted that potent lovemaking liquid. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for some way to sneak in and get it. Getting caught was not an option. If he crossed Jerv right now, she might be very, very scary. Why?

The past few weeks, Suel had been addicted to something: visiting barns and barracks all over the city and forest and giving relief to the animals, mounts and livestock. Not that anyone in the family would have thought him especially strange for that--or strange at all, really; they were all used to his particular sexual proclivities. Actually, Dear Reader, you know all too well that they shared in many of those proclivities on a regular basis. Rather... (and Suel felt somewhat guilty over this part of it, so I wouldn't spread the word around, if I were you) ...the part of it that turned him on most about it was that it... felt like cheating, adultery, misbehavior.

The family's recent experiences at Sindrayl's barn had awoken the desire for that type of lust in him again: meeting new animals almost every day, going in and just fucking them, being fucked, getting messy and dirty and sticky, without any regrets or worries. He'd been focused for the past year on making a happy home with his loved ones. And the life that had resulted in was wonderful, and he wouldn't trade it away for anything in the world, at least not permanently. But he felt like it made him uptight, always trying to make sure everything was going right, falling into a routine. That wasn't the wolvar he remembered. Before there was all this, way before, when he was a lone adventurer, before he'd even met Erya and even in the early days after he'd met her--until he'd met Jerv, really--he'd been a playboy.

There's something in a man, which, if he has it in him in the beginning, cannot be extinguished by anyone--not even him--no matter how close to him they are and no matter how rigorously they try to change him. Wanderlust, maybe, or freedom. Being alone and walking in the forest and going where he wants to and such things, yes; but not only that: sex. Sex and more sex. With whomever or whatever makes his cock fill his sheath and slip out. Sex without ties ...without metaphorical ties, that is. Sex his nuts love, dumping his load into mares and cows and deer and dragons and...

Suel gulped. He was getting carried away in this thoughts, as was his wont. Focus, Suel! Focus! Get the potion without Jerv noticing you. ...Oh crap. She noticed. Dear Reader, you are about to find out what about this situation might make Jerv so scary.

"And just what are you doing there, peering around the doorway of my kitchen?" Jerv barked, her paws on her hips as she stood facing Suel, ladle in one of them dripping soup broth on the stone floor. The fire roared behind her, imitating the fire rising in her eyes.

She wasn't really angry, of course, just playing at being menacing; but she had known that Suel had been slipping out at all times of the day, making excuses sometimes that made no sense, and depleting their supply of love potion--which, thankfully, had recently been replenished as compensation from Sindrayl for a job well done.

"There's no need to get territorial, Dear..." Suel answered meekly, more sweat beading on the back of his neck.

"Come out into the light, at least." Jerv insisted firmly. "You're sneaking around again. Something's going on with you, and I want in on it." She grinned and licked her lips.

There. There it was. This was the scary part. Suel was about to get it; but, worse, way worse, was that he was about to face the choice of either lying to his mate or losing access to the central element of his recent sexual escapades that made them feel so good. He stepped out under the door frame and stood there with his hands clasped behind his head, making a silly and pathetic attempt to look casual.

Jerv pointed her ladle at his crotch. "You're showing," she grinned, "and your knot's full in that overeager sheath of yours too. I knew it. You're up to something. You're getting sex from somewhere else when you have all you could ever want right here."

Suel clasped his hands in front of his swollen sheath and black cock tip, but of course that was meaningless; it was too late. "...Shit," he thought to himself very loudly--loudly enough that the word came out of his mouth instead.

"Oho," Jerv snorted, looking very proud of herself. "It's your big secret, huh? Time to tell me where you've been slipping out to every day for the past two weeks, Honey." She grinned even wider on the last word, showing her sharp teeth. No... way... out.

"...I've been going to barns," Suel said, blushing hotly upon hearing himself admit it out loud and so plainly. But he decided he would try to divert attention, at least a little, from his real motivation. "I... feel sorry for the animals," he said. It wasn't a lie, but it was a fib. "No one wants to give them pleasure. You've seen how much calmer they are and how much better they behave when they're not hopelessly horny." He began to talk faster, hoping he might get away with it. "They masturbate, I guess, but if you were a stallion, would you really be satisfied by slapping your huge dong against your belly and not even cumming most of the time? No, so-"

Jerv put her paw out, palm flat facing Suel. "Stop! Stop right there. You're as transparent as ever, Suel, Buddy Boy. Giving them pleasure isn't your main goal, is it? No, no. But I do believe that you're going to barns and offering your 'services.' That explains why you'd need so much arousal potion. The big ones take more, don't they?" Jerv turned around for a moment--to set the ladle down on the pot and to raise the pot off the heat. Then she turned back to him, untying and shedding her apron in the process, taking the loop from around her neck and letting the whole bit fall limply to a puddle of cloth on the stone floor in front of her footpaws, leaving her without any small shred of modesty. She walked towards him, determination in her eyes. "Take me with you," she demanded. "You have a barn you're planning on visiting tonight, right? You’re clearly planning on skipping dinner anyway, so take me with you."

"Uh...!" Suel panicked, backing up into the living room--but Jerv followed him, putting her paws on his shoulders.

"I'm a horny little fuck," Jerv said with a darkly serious expression on her face, staring Suel right in the eyes--which might have made him laugh if she wasn't advancing quickly on his position in more ways than one. "And you have an animal that wants to shove his dick in my cunt, don't you."

"Whoa! Jerv! Holy...!" Suel yipped as Jerv pushed him back onto the living room couch. "You in heat again or something?" She leaned over him without answering, her paws still gripping his shoulders. He looked to the right, trying to avoid her stare. He clenched his teeth, trying to come up with an excuse even now, but his altruism got the better of him. (Not that what he had been doing so far had been particularly altruistic, but... you know, to a fault, at least.) In the end, he couldn't lie to his mate--especially not when she was being this insistent.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "I've got a place lined up... they're lodging a boar mount. But..."

"But what, Sweetie?" Jerv said gently, attitude changing on a dime, her expression turning back to normal as if she had an inkling of what he was about to say--or maybe just because she was satisfied now that she'd gotten her way. She sat down next to him on the couch, to his right, and held his right paw.

"But..." Suel hesitated for a moment--then: "I was doing it because it felt like cheating on you and that's what made the sex fucking amazing," he rushed, not wanting to linger on that sentence for any longer than necessary.

"...Cheating on me, huh?" Jerv said after a moment's pause. "You big dummy!" She twisted her body towards him and batted his forehead with her right paw (probably harder than she'd intended to). "You don't realize how cute that is, do you? Do you?"

"Um... no?" Suel admitted, facing her with his brow raised in genuine relief and surprise.

"Pff," Jerv snorted. "No, of course you wouldn't. You're a male."

"So what does that have to do with it?!" Suel tossed back at her.

"So," Jerv said, "guys always take everything at face value, don't they. Look how worried you were that you were cheating on me by going and fucking some barnyard animals. Everyone gets off on cheating-"

"You too?" Suel interrupted her.

"Yes," she grinned, "duh. ...but all your actions show is how devoted to this family you are. There's a difference between thinking and doing, Dummy, between caring and selfishness. You never had to give anyone any inkling you were doing something out of the ordinary. You could have just walked out the door, and we would have assumed you had business and would have let you go on your way. Instead of that, you're sneaking around and making yourself obvious while trying to avoid telling me or any of us what's going on because you know that cheating for real is wrong. Pff, not that what you're doing would normally be considered 'cheating' anyway! Not only is it cute because of how worried you were and how much you overblew it in your own head, you being worried in the first place shows how much you love me, how much you didn't want me to be sad when I found out." Jerv smiled--and leaned towards him and locked him in a kiss. After a moment, she broke it squeezed Suel's paw now that he was smiling.

"So cheating is ok if I still love you?" Suel grinned, raising an eyebrow and chuckling.

Jerv snorted in response. "No, of course not. But this isn't cheating in the first place. That's what makes it adorable!"

Suel gave her a half smile, half grin, aware what she was saying was so but also genuinely relieved that she wasn't angry, relieved to the point where he'd forgotten why he hadn't wanted Jerv to find out in the first place--until Jerv kindly reminded him why.

"So..." she said, "you liked it because it felt naughty, huh? Because none of us knew about it? Liked to pretend you were being a bad boy?"

Suel's frown returned as he nodded and shifted his eyes to the right, avoiding Jerv's gaze again. "Yeah... and 'cause I got to sneak out and do what I wanted, I guess."

Jerv surprised him by throwing her leg over him, hopping on his lap, and raising her tail, pressing her soft, furry crotch against Suel's sheath. "You want a partner in crime?" she asked, drawing her face close to his and looking naughty. She held his shoulders and hovered her head near his left ear, whispering: "I'm a horny little mink... and I need that slippery corkscrew cock in me, making its sticky plug in my cervix and squirting its semen-"

"Ok, enough!" Suel cut her off, his sheath full and hard and beating against Jerv's belly, its tip peeking out again. Jerv murred deep and leaned in and licked up the underside of Suel's neck and chin.

Suel gasped. "Oh my God, Jerv, stop... or we're never going to make it to the stables..."

"I know..." she grinned, licking again. "Oh..." She stopped moving, as if actually remembering what the point of all this was. "...right." She got up off his lap and stood in front of him, blushing. Suel, grinning, leapt up, ran into the kitchen and retrieved the vial of potion, and practically yanked Jerv's paw off her wrist while pulling her out the front door.

The stables were on the northern border of the southern forest. The only person on duty there, a young human man with blonde hair and a bright complexion, clearly a foreigner, in overalls with a pitchfork in his hands, looked up from his work when they arrived. ...and, upon recognizing Suel and remembering what he was there for, gave him the same hesitant, half disgusted, ashamed look that he was by now more than used to, seeing as he got it every job he went to.

"Um..." The man--whom Suel didn't know by name but had seen working in the back when he'd been making the deal with the owner for the job--pointed with his thumb over his right shoulder to a stall near the back of the stables. "...in there. Don't... don't worry about me," he said, "I'm not going to be here while you're... doing your thing, so... I mean, it needs to be done, don't it?"

Suel--and Jerv, whom the man could see standing behind Suel over Suel's left shoulder--nodded eagerly, with absolutely no shame; and Suel answered, "he sure does, Boy," while licking his lips.

The man grimaced and, while pretending as hard as he could to not be in any rush, lay down his pitchfork against the pile of hay he'd been working at and strode out of the barn with as much of a pretense at being casual as possible--while Suel and Jerv watched him go with delightfully wide grins on their faces.

****

There were six stalls in the medium-sized stables, but it seemed the only one occupied at present was the one with the boar. With the stable hand gone, Suel and Jerv were indeed truly alone to do as they wished. They probably could have stolen anything they wanted, but that wasn't their goal. Suel shed his clothing with a stated lack of discretion and made his way to the back of the stables. (Jerv rolled her eyes and followed, leaving her clothing in place.) Suel reached the back stall on the left and looked over the waist-tall door at their client. The massive male faced the rear of the stall with his nose roughly stuck in his feed pail.

His fur was a dark and luxurious brown, long and draped going up the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades, and climbing up to the top of the tall hump on his upper back. It wasn't short and proper like that of farmed hogs but untamed and uncut like that of a wild monster. Apart from the areas of his body that were covered with hair, Suel--and Jerv, now next to him, too--could tell he had been born in an area with tougher breeds and had probably been ridden through tough terrain most of his life. His bones were obviously large and were padded on all sides with tough, sinewy, firm muscle, especially down his legs and across his ribs. But even his rump didn't show a hint of fat; just muscles folded over each other.

Between his hind legs hung his massive, heavy, oval nuts, as large as at least five of Suel's fists stacked on top of one another and twice as wide around. They swung as he nosed hungrily in his pail, swinging up against one hind leg then the other, grazing the hay padding the floor of the stall. His tail flicked rapidly back and forth across his rump, raised enough to show his large but clenched anus, dark-pink skin drawn and puckered, in the middle of a sea of dark-brown fur. It slightly pushed open and drew closed again repeatedly as he ate, a sign of his straining to get every last bit out of the bucket. He kicked his right hind leg, throwing hay up, in his effort, pushing his front end forward to get deeper in. Every one of his movements was powerful, heavy, and punctuated with purpose.

He was large, with more body mass and much more weight than Suel and Jerv put together. His legs were each one thicker than Suel's forearm was near the shoulder blade. Instantly it became clear that it had been a good thing Jerv had caught Suel trying to sneak the love potion out of the kitchen; they might need one another here for help in case the boar became violent when either of them was in a compromising position. Any sex they had with this powerful male was going to be a matter of submitting to him and getting no choice in the matter beyond that, getting trapped under his weight and made to accept a forceful, insistent mating.

Suel could hear Jerv panting quickly, and Jerv could hear Suel's firm, filled cock sheath rhythmically thumping the stall door between stiffenings with dull knocks--as they watched the boar ravage his feed bucket, snorting and pushing his snout into it.

"L... let me help your knot out," said Jerv, still staring at the monster in the stall.

"Yeah..." Suel responded, equally entranced.

Another moment passed before they turned to each other and Jerv placed both her paws on Suel's full sheath, her left paw wrapped around below the knot, which was still stuck in the sheath, her right paw wrapped around the shaft at the tip where he was peeking out. While squeezing her left paw to push the knot up, she slid her right paw down, slipping his sheath down off his breeder tool, exposing him, until he murred as his knot quickly pushed up the rest of the way into the open air, pulling his sheath wide around the bulb and trapping it below. Suel's free cock leaked pre down the underside as it stuck up at a steep angle, pointed at the ceiling, bobbing and slapping against his belly.

"Thanks," Suel said.

"No problem." Jerv smiled weakly, betraying her nervousness.

"You ready for this?"

"Ready as I'm gonna be."

"Good. You go first," said Suel, making Jerv bite her lip, and took the vial of arousal potion and syringe out of his pack before hanging the pack on a hook planted on the stud at the corner of the stall.

Suel reached over the stall door and pulled up on the bolt from the inside, releasing the latch and allowing the door to swing open outward. He held it only a bit open, enough for him and Jerv to just barely slip inside, and then quickly shut it again and locked it with the bolt. The boar didn't look up--but did, a moment later, incidentally finish eating and flop on his right side, exposing his underbelly to the wolvars.

His belly was where all the fat was. It was large and rounded with far less fur than the rest of him had. The fur there was smooth, silken, and matted against his pinkish skin, making it look like he had recently been shaved, within the past couple of weeks at most. It was unusual. Every other boar they'd seen of this type had a heavily furred underbelly with lots of loose hair hanging down from the middle, mirroring the stripe of hair up their backs. Instead, the underbelly of this boar looked more like human skin with a light, flat coating of fine, almost blonde hairs.

It reminded Suel of the approach often taken with sows of the species to let the young suckle without interference. On this boar, his eighteen nipples were exposed, thick, hard, and pink, nine pairs running down from just below his front legs to near his genital sheath, which was bare, fleshy, and pink, also shaved. However violent, this boar must be tamable if he let anyone do that. His huge nut sac, which lay on the hay pushed out between his hind legs, almost touching his rump, was not shaved--instead completely covered with matted brown fur even darker than what was on his topside.

His sheath stretched about a half meter, attached going up the middle of his belly starting at the base of his sac. It occurred to Suel, finally putting two and two together, that he was a stud boar, given the combination of his obvious virility and his sheath, which must have been shaved to ease mating. Suel had never seen a stud boar of this species--only mounts--and Jerv obviously hadn't either. But it was logical that they must exist somewhere since these boars were raised domestically and sold. And one of those places was here. This was normally a stable for adventurers to house their mounts while in the city, so, Suel reasoned, this stud must have recently been sold or leant out and was en route to his place of work.

The boar looked at them and snorted dismissively. Even his face was muscular, grizzled, and wearing a hard and cold expression. His snout was large and upturned; and, while his four tusks were of average size, they were nonetheless menacing. He rolled in the hay, deciding he was completely unconcerned with Jerv or Suel, kicking his legs in the air as he rolled himself over to lie on his other side. The perfect opportunity. Suel hastily drew a syringe nearly full to the top with potion, making it a double dose considering the boar's obvious weight, snuck up, and jammed the needle firmly in the boar's rump, pushing the fluid via his thumb on the handle. Suel, crouching, kept himself in an active stance, ready to jump back when the boar protested--but the boar didn't protest apart from a grunt.

Suel looked over his shoulder at Jerv, a bewildered expression on his face due to the boar's lack of activity. Jerv shrugged as if to say, "don't question your blessings."

"Okay..." Suel said aloud--but quietly--as he approached Jerv after standing up and walking back to the stall door to replace the potion and syringe in his pack. "...we've got about a minute," he told her. "You're going to want to get in position--and brace yourself."

"Yeah..." Jerv gulped. "I sure will." Looking around the stall, the only other object that showed itself above the hay was a wooden construction that looked something like a gymnastics horse: two triangular frames with grooves in the top supporting a horizontal four-by-four laid between them and nailed in place. It was low to the ground and and sported a hook on the underside of the horizontal beam. She reasoned the feed pail had been hung there before the boar had ripped it away to use as he desired.

While Suel backed into a corner of the stall to wait his turn--his erection still full, knotty, and throbbing--Jerv quickly shed her clothing in a limp puddle on the hay and got on her knees in front of the feeder. The hook might have been dangerous, but it fortunately was screwed in loosely enough to be turned around the other way, presenting her with the blunt end instead of the sharp one. She got into mating position against it, her knees on the hay, her legs spread, her poofy tail raised, presenting, leaning her upper body against the horizontal beam for support with her arms over it and her chest pressed against its front side. The loud drones of the evening crickets and frogs reached them through the walls of the stable, covering up the sounds of their own nervous panting, just waiting for the potion to kick in.

Jerv jumped when, after a sudden, brief but loud rustle of hay and a snort, the boar nosed her backside then dipped his head between her legs and pushed, very nearly spearing her bare, furred rear with his tusks. The push was powerful and lifted her legs clear off the ground, landing her hard on her knees when he let her go. The hay was enough to cushion her fall somewhat, but she still felt the impact against the hard stall floor underneath it. She gave a gasp--then a loud yelp as the boar immediately clamped Jerv's right ass cheek in his blunt teeth, holding and squeezing rather than biting, bunching up a soft, large roll of Jerv's cheek in his jaw.

Suel winced, seeing this; but it surprisingly seemed only to have shocked her. She wasn't acting like it hurt one bit. Quite the opposite. She thrashed her tail and, after a moment, gave a deep, loud moan of pleasure. The boar stuck his flat nose between Jerv's legs, pushing it unabashedly smack against her pussy, and snorted and sniffed. Apparently pleased, he withdrew his head and took one step back, paused, and suddenly lunged forward, lifting his front legs off the ground and walking quickly forward with his hind legs then landing on her with a thud, mounting her. Jerv shuddered with the impact but seemed to be okay. Most of the force went into the feeder instead of into her back.

Jerv stared at the ground in front of her, her teeth clenched in an effort to support the boar's weight. That soon became easier as the boar walked forward a little more on his hind legs, sliding his forelegs up against Jerv's armpits, putting most of the weight on her shoulders and hips, both of which were well supported. She felt herself shudder in delight as the moist tip of his sheath grazed past her plump, swollen pussy lips. She panted deliciously hard, vision already blurry, already reeling into a submissive state just from the force and confidence with which he'd mounted her and claimed her.

She could hear and feel his grunts reverberate through his body and into hers. His belly was warm and smooth, and it was firm enough to hold its shape as she pushed up against it with her back and rump. He gave hard, purposeful thrusts with his hips, sliding his sheath all around her butt, making his cock shoot out, already lubricated with pre, and slip all around her, into her tail, through her ass fur, against her thighs, and across the underside of her mound as he explored her backside at every angle, looking for any hole.

His soft, smooth, slippery corkscrew shot out when he thrust, sometimes pushing out farther after he stopped moving and nestling into her fur as it tried to erect into its mating orifice, then retracted and slid back into his sheath between thrusts. It uncurled somewhat when it pressed against her, following the curves of her body instead of its own, but always wound back up again on the way back. He was extremely thick for a boar, his shaft about as wide around as her thumb. His warm, prodding, slippery-searching member felt like she imagined tentacles to feel, naughtily probing her without regard for her pleasure, just seeking out any a warm crevice to slip into and deliver their load.

After nearly a minute of very frustrating thrusts that missed their mark entirely, he seemed to wise up--somewhat--and lay his sheath tip in her ass crack, stabilizing it so that it only slid further in between her cheeks when he thrust. His cock came out and slid from his sheath tip (which was positioned against her tail base) down between her sweaty, loose-spread cheeks, working itself into the crevice and poking about with the flexibility of a long finger. Jerv struggled, realizing full well what was about to happen if he was thrusting from this angle. She knew boars could control which direction their penises went to a certain degree, curving them and angling them after they were out of the sheath. And this was going to a bad place.

She shut her eyes tightly and gasped as his wriggling member worked its way up her asshole with the naughty, nasty feeling of warm, wet, firm slime. It flicked and thrashed around in her, squirting hot, creamy pre as he thrust and pushed it more and more inside. It felt exactly like a finger inside a latex glove that was coated in microwaved gelatin: slippery, soft, and smooth, which would have been nice if only it hadn't been up the wrong hole. He stopped thrusting, and his cock started sliding up her asshole on its own, getting deep and beginning to let out a very dense, sticky substance, thicker than cum. He was already trying to make his plug.

"No!" she thought, and, gritting her teeth, shook her rear back and forth as hard as she could. She couldn't sway the boar or make him lose his balance--not nearly. Her ass simply smacked between his two very strong, stable hind legs, pushing his giant nuts out backward. But her sudden movements did make him start and retract his cock halfway in shock. He was having trouble keeping it inside due to the angle too, and Jerv just kept shaking her ass until she felt it slip all the way out. She heaved a sigh of relief but remembered to quickly push her rump up high, shoving it against his warm, smooth belly.

The boar, probably pissed that he was denied, insistently shoved his whole weight forward, securely nestling his sheath tip right where Jerv wanted it, against her plump mound, which was covered with very soft, brown fur that half buried her juicy, swollen, pink cunt lips and clit. He pressed forward, squooshing her peach up against her, and pushed his cock out. It slid, tickling her, slightly upward as it nestled itself between her moist lips, and followed the curve of her pussy flesh until it found itself another, much wetter and warmer, hole.

Jerv gasped happily as it slithered into her like a small, curvy, energetic snake coated with warm lube. It thrashed around her vaginal canal and slipped around her walls erratically, rubbing and tickling her, making her spasm and clamp. The feeling was amazing, teasing and arousing to a degree she rarely felt, making her tense as he pushed into folds of flesh in hard-to-reach portions of her insides, touching places she hadn't felt touched in years. She gasped and at the warm wetness on her thighs: the copious amounts of fluid leaking out of her pussy. The more he explored, the harder her breathing became and the more her eyes rolled back in her head. She knew he was still searching for his mark even now, an even tinier hole than before.

His penis slid in and out against her top wall then thrashed down against her bottom one and slid the same way, giving her g-spot a long, slick stroke. After that, she couldn't stop clamping on him every time he tickled her, her vagina absolutely flooded with juice. She felt like a winking mare, liquids flowing lewdly out of her every time she clamped. She panted hotly and pushed up and back against him harder in the hopes that she could improve the angle for him. His heavy balls swung back and forth between his legs as he adjusted his position to match, aiming more downward. His cock curled around inside her and pushed forward, straightening as it reached the back of her tunnel, pushing and pushing through her moist folds of soft, sensitive flesh until it found entry.

Jerv shuddered hard against the feeder as the boar's dick forced her cervix open by pushing at it, selfishly shoving the flesh pucker apart, spreading the tightly clamped, sensitive, fleshy sphincter deep inside her naughty girl place. It felt like her belly getting pried apart--but in a hot, tight way that didn't cause pain. She tensed up all over and, out of nowhere, had a monstrous orgasm, clamping and pulling his finger-like cock up inside, trapping him in her womb. Her mind was thrown into a state of desperate release as she felt her belly filled. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as she gasped and strained her rear out backward.

Her pussy clamped inside hard then released, inner walls and outer lips all pulling outward with shuddering force, splatting wolvar juices sharply all over the boar's belly, sheath, legs, and nuts. That repeated five times as she bucked her hips hard, her belly tight, lost in the kind of pleasure that males have when they ejaculate a huge load because that was, in fact, what she was doing. The force of her spasms pulled the boar's cock deep inside and made it curl up in her womb, pressing outward against the walls of her tiny baby-making oven, stretching it--which in turn put her back on edge, making her climax stretch out a full minute while she drooled juices down her legs and made ropes of it strand between her tail and her butt. It finally ended, leaving Jerv's heart pounding like she'd never felt it pound before, leaving her panting and draped over the feeder. Then the boar started to fill her.

Jerv slumped, letting her belly sag toward the floor as she lay against the feeder, exhausted, while the merciless boar, his penis curled around inside her womb so it was pointed toward the entrance, started ejaculating his thick plug cum against the inside of her cervix. The warm mess accumulated rapidly in the tight, enclosed space and stuck the entrance to Jerv's womb closed almost immediately, plastering and locking his curly cock inside. Then he shuddered on top of her throughout his body as he started dumping his endless load into her, not a drop of it spilling out of her deepest deposit sac.

Suel, watching the boar twitch, humping gently and swinging his huge nuts, his cock tensing on the outside but stuck on the inside, started helplessly touching himself even though honestly trying not to get too worked up before it was his turn. But his body was so hot, and his stomach felt so tight, that he had to slick some of the pre he had been dripping up and down the underside of his cock as it stuck up in the air and slapped his belly erotically. Realizing he wouldn't have the chance to loosen up any once the boar got on top of him, he used his other paw to gather some pre and work it up under his tail, rubbing his warm, still tight hole gently in order to make his approaching experience more pleasant.

The hottest thing about Jerv pinned underneath that boar was how she looked totally wasted and used, her belly rising and falling fast as she huffed, just a vessel to receive his seed. She'd already had her fill of pleasure out of him; now she was just weakly letting him continue to penetrate her, slipping his cock all around inside her as much as he wanted to, while he carried out his constant, twenty-minute-long ejaculation.

First his semen completely filled her womb, stretching it like a balloon as far as it would stretch before it began fighting back and pushing some cum out against the plug around the boar's penis. At that moment, the boar retracted his cock a little and finished plugging off her womb with the thicker fluid--which quickly stiffened up and trapped his hot baby-making liquid inside her. All that took about five minutes. Then, not satisfied, whipped his cock around her vagina, rutting her rump and spraying everywhere until his cum flowed out her quivering, plump pussy, fur all wet and matted, lips large and soft, swollen with the blood flow her excitement--her overexcitement--had produced. That process took the other fifteen minutes.

When Jerv finally couldn't take it anymore, she made an effort to lift and arch her back, and the boar, also exhausted, took that as his cue to dismount. Jerv rolled into the hay to her right, abandoning the feeder, and half curled up on her left side, a big mess of fur that had been matted down with sweat and cum, juices of various sorts seeping out of the plump, overripe peach that Suel could still partially see behind her limp tail. Suel could swear her belly was plumper than before too. She was turned away from him, kind of quivering, but not in danger or anything; just exhausted and done. The boar, who also should have been out of it, instead walked around the stall shaking his head, snorting in desperation, and spritzing all over the hay and his legs as his cock kept slipping out and back in, apparently against his will, in effect masturbating him further, the effect of the medicine.

Suel's tongue hanging out of his mouth, he practically jumped into the soaked hay in front of the feeder and took up the same position Jerv had been in, hiking his rump in the air and raising his tail invitingly. His tense, furry nuts quivered below his exposed, black tailhole, which clamped in anticipation, moist with the pre he had been rubbing in since earlier but still tight. Beneath, his knotty, turgid cock thumped up against his belly repeatedly, spritzing and oozing pre in hot anticipation. He heard obvious, loud, trotting footsteps as the boar approached him, grateful for another hole to release his huge amount of pent-up seed into now that his great big dangling reservoirs had been stirred into overproduction.

The boar snorted loudly and didn't even waste the time of sniffing Suel to see if he was a viable breeding partner or doing anything to establish dominance. Perhaps he could tell from Suel's posture that Suel wouldn't put up the slightest bit of resistance, but it was more likely he just couldn't spare the time to care. When a male needs release like that, and his seed is in danger of forcing its own way out, he can't waste a single moment getting it in a hole. Suel groaned in pleasure the moment the boar mounted up, feeling the warm, heavy pressure of being exquisitely dominated, the same way he was sure Jerv had felt earlier when the made her own similar sound of deep pleasure.

Suel took a more proactive approach to getting the boar slipped inside him; he raised his back up into the boar's firm but soft-textured, warm belly and hiked his rear up higher than that, as high as he could get it under the boar's weight, lining the valley between his furry butt cheeks directly with the boar's sheath. The boar grunted loudly in what Suel was sure was approval, thrusting almost violently with desperate eagerness, his smooth, moist, whipping corkscrew shooting right out of the tip of his sheath and slithering down Suel's butt crack, skipping all the misadventures with bad aim that Jerv had experienced with such frustration during her turn.

Suel gasped with delight as he suddenly felt the boar's cock for the first time. He'd had both wild boars and farm hogs before--even mounts of the same species as the one presently on top of him--but this one was different than all of them. His cock was slick, slippery, highly flexible, and prehensile the same as every other male hog; but it was also several times as thick and firmer all along the curly length, making it hotter, stronger, and more able to get its way. Rather than sliding down between his cheeks meekly exploring for the hole in a happy-go-lucky manner like other hogs would have, it pushed down there hard, with purpose, opening him up, with knowledge of what it was aiming for. This boar's obvious mounting experience as a stud and excellent mating manner added to the high-quality feel he exuded. Suel would gladly be his needy sow and milk his giant testicles for what they were worth.

The boar's cock straightened out somewhat between Suel's cheeks, matting down the fur with mating juices of various origins as it slid down, and touched his tender tailhole--before curving and forcibly pushing in with the perfect, slippery, wiggly pressure, working its way smoothly inside at a constant rate, spreading its hole warmly with gentle but real pressure. It just slid deeper and deeper inside like a warm, smooth rope being pushed and pushed into his belly. Suel hung his head as it reached what must easily have been a foot inside, touching places he'd rarely if ever felt touched--even by other animals with similarly explorative cocks. It released precum as it went and slipped through it like a fat worm, thrashing all up and down its length, trapped in its tight, fleshy prison. Suel draped himself over the feeder plank, oozing thick precum in a consistent, unbroken rope of drool into the hay, his cock repeatedly bouncing up and slapping his belly.

The boar grunted and continued thrusting, not finding the tight end of Suel's passage where he expected the womb to be--to the point where Suel wondered how much cock this beast could possibly have left inside him. Then suddenly, right as that thought finished running through the wolvar's mind, the boar stopped, made a loud, pained grunt, and held still--literally at the end of his cock, no more to sink inside his sow. The boar's long worm wiggled violently as the creamy plug goo was pumped up through it, and it began oozing out after a moment into Suel a foot and a half deep. The boar shuddered, beginning another endless, pumping orgasm. Suel shivered as he imagined how the boar's gigantic nuts must be tingling with every moment he pumped that endless flow of cum up through his long, thick dick.

Suel moaned, teetering on the very edge. He'd managed to skip the frustration earlier when he'd gotten the boar to slip right into his hole, but this is what he got in return. His furry nuts were pulled up tight between his legs, two quivering, furry ovals in a purse, ready and hoping to make him ejaculate, but he couldn't get there. The boar wasn't big enough to put any pressure on his prostate--only to slip teasingly along it, making Suel's cock tense and leak pre but not much else. The boar was too heavy on his back to spare a paw to stroke himself off with; he needed both arms draped over the feeder to support the weight. Suel grit his teeth, his stomach starting to hurt not only from how tense it was inside but from how many times his firm cock had slapped it by now.

The boar only tortured him further, slowly retracting his cock as he pushed out goo that quickly stiffened into a squishy but dense, plastery substance in the wolvar. The boar grunted and shook on top of Suel, probably frustrated as well, and thrust firmly once more, making his cock shoot in back up through all the goo. Then the semen started coming, shooting and spritzing and leaking like water out the end of a hose you'd clamped your finger mostly over. It was thinner than the extremely thick plug goo, but it was still as thick as normal cum, laced with fertile sperm, all being emptied from those big baby-making tanks hanging between his hind legs. The more that came out, the deeper into Suel's body it went, flowing down inside thanks to the angle of penetration, rendering the plug completely unnecessary.

Suel's vision started to blur, blueballed in the extreme and teased right to the edge repeatedly only to be mercilessly pulled back every time. He moaned loudly in frustration and wriggled underneath the boar, trying to push his rump further up into the boar's belly to get a better angle and hopefully some relief. Doing so had the opposite of the desired effect, though; the boar squealed in surprise and pulled back, withdrawing his cock halfway out of Suel and almost losing his balance. Suel panted hard but forced himself to relax and let the boar keep loading him up despite being tense all over.

Out of nowhere, warm relief slipped around his cock in the form of Jerv's warm, wet mouth, her tight muzzle slipping up his length until her lips kissed his knot and her tongue slid out from between them, cupping the underside of the bulb. Suel gave a loud groan and tried to say "thank you" but merely sputtered instead, the words refusing to come out. Jerv clamped her muzzle down hard and deepthroated him, letting him bob up and squirt pre on the back of her throat, while swallowing and sliding her tongue forward and back, caressing the whole underside of his throbbing cock with the wet, hot muscle. Suel came like a lightning bolt, his nuts pumping the sperm up through him overtime, the semen rolling down through his cock in massive globs and being fired like shotgun rounds out his tip as his cock bobbed up hard in Jerv's mouth, slapping her palate, with each rope of sweet, thick ejaculation.

Jerv swallowed down his load until it was seeping out the corners of her mouth from the cum bulges in her puffed-up cheeks--then pulled back and closed her eyes, letting Suel splatter the rest all over her face, so much that there nearly wasn't a strand of fur left afterwards that wasn't at least a little damp and sticky, ropes clinging to her muzzle, cheeks, eyelids, ears... Suel collapsed like Jerv had, all the horny taken out of him, and endured until the boar had finished up. Thankfully, the boar seemed to be finished after all that too, and after no more than a minute lost his balance while dismounting, falling into the hay and closing his eyes in pure satisfaction, having drained his giants of two full loads.

Suel fortunately remembered to retrieve his satchel--and Jerv both piles of clothing--before leaving. It was the middle of the night by the time they got out of the barn. There was no one around this very southern part of town--and the street lamps were few and far between--both of which were probably good things since the stables lacked a convenient source of fresh water to clean themselves up with. Even through the parts of town where there were people around still, Jerv and Suel managed to sneak by successfully without anyone noticing. It really felt like they were out to steal something--or maybe like they already had and were fleeing from enforcement.

In the end, it felt exactly like the adventure Suel had needed--and, looking at the strange smile on Jerv's face as they crept through the alleys and peered around corners, she felt the same kind of deep, complete satisfaction. The refreshing nighttime breeze carrying them through town like birds on a draft underlined that their experience had been an exercise in freedom--in other words, a complete fling. But instead of the portion of regret that usually came with a fling, this was cleansing and only that. It reminded them that life was full of droves of this kind of adventure for anyone who wanted them, anytime, no matter what. And that thought was at least relieving and maybe important in some way as well.

After getting home, they crept upstairs and showered together, cleaning all the sticky out of their fur. After, they lay curled up together in bed under the beams of moonlight that seeped through the curtains. Jerv said quietly, "My partner in crime... heheh. I love you, Suel. It was so much fun... how long till we get to sneak out together again?" Suel answered by simply squeezing her paws in his. Then he fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his lips.","pools_count":1,"title":"[Feral on Anthro] Suel, Jerv, and the Boar","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"4","views":"714","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}