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I lived in a town where secrets were things you didn't want others to know, but they already did. It was a well-known secret of my childhood, then, that I did not see the world as cleanly as the others. There was no black or white, no do's or don'ts; my world was somewhere in between, a shade of gray.

There was a forest not far from the town. The seasons would change and a hunter would come with his son in tow. Although he was different, his son and I played together. Our favorite game was tag, but it always became one-sided after I became it. The whole town talked about the fact that we played and my father, upon hearing this, warned me of the 'beasts'; they were dumb and violent and wild.

I said I would stop, promised even, but children should never be trusted. For seven years, we played in secret. I learned to howl and to string a bow. Our fun was a strange and wondrous fun; I saw a world no one else dared to. Then one day, the way to that world left, and he never came back. My family thought I was normal again but I was depressed. The thought of never running wild and free, barking and howling, was a terrible one. That lifestyle had bitten me. I still drew my bow and I honored my kills in his tradition; I still ran free my body growing stronger as the years past.

It was a secret, too, that people called me a wolf-man. But that was me, I wanted to be like them and not have to live a lie. I spent more and more of my time out in the forest. My family distanced themselves from me; they wanted to save their reputation in that town. I knew then that they didn't care about what made me happy. Finally, I gave up the iron shackles, and gave in to my bestial side at seventeen. I was free of that town, those people; I was free in nature, among the trees. I learned to survive, and then I thrived through two cycles of the seasons.

There, in front of me, a buck lowered for a drink at the creek-side. I pressed an arrow tight against the string, the resin sticking to my fingers. Every muscle tensed under the deerskin clothes as I drew. Snap; thud; thud. The buck dropped, but my arrow wasn't alone. I looked to see him and I knew.

His green eyes threatened me until they made the connection, too, and turned cautious. "Jack?"

"No one's called me that in awhile, Varr."

Varr's tail wagged. "You've gotten stronger, I can tell."

"And your fur is darker." I smiled; it was also much thicker than his short and fluffy childhood coat.

"You make pretty good clothes considering I taught you as a kid."

"And you still make them the same way, I see"

We both met on opposite sides of the creek. "Straight through his heart - guess he's yours Jack."

I knelt beside the fallen buck. "You only hit his flank." He wasn't expecting me to glance back up. I could see the long stare of hunger. It was like the look a starving cat gave to an escaping mouse, and he hid it quickly.

"Eat with me. We can share stories about where you've been."

He gave me a proud look, but hunger trumps pride, and he nodded.

He told me many stories over the crackling fire as I prepared the buck. His eyes care-free like they used to be and I smiled, watching his antics as he spoke. I fed him, and he continued to talk and eat until I had only scraps. He knew that I had plenty of food, and that I had seen his hungry eyes, and he realized the food was given out of pity. He fell quiet and his eyes lowered to the ground. "You shouldn't have done that."

"It was my food. I can give as much as I want."

"They sent me out here to starve." He muttered, "I just wanted to spend a little time with you."

"Did you do something or what?" I asked because the packs' valued family, and they would not exile him without a cause.

"I can't hunt. You saw it. If your arrow hadn't killed him, how far do you think he would've gone?

"You can always chase the scent."

"It wastes my energy; the energy of the members that put food on my plate. They sent me here as a trial: hunt successfully or die." He stood and I could tell he was going to run. I was faster, closing the gap, and leaping on him. He crumpled to the ground; he was weeks into hunger, and too weak to push me off.

Underneath me, the black rims of his eyes glistened. "I can't even out run you. You know I can't survive - I'm a burden!" His fur was matted with tears.

"I can teach you to hunt."

"Better than my pack?"

"Then what can I do? Just tell me!"

He fell quiet. The rising and falling of the sounds of cricks between us. "I don't want to starve to death. It's too slow."

"No, Varr, I won't do that. Stay here. Be a part of my pack."

"So I can be a burden for you?"

"You aren't a burden. Stop saying that!" I felt so cold and desperate. If I left this spot, my friend would die. So, I'll never move, I thought, but he'd starve long before me. I felt a wetness in the corners of my eyes. My vision blurred. There was one person on this earth I cared about more than anything. I had come to love him more than my family.

"I'm useless, so what would you call--"

"You're my friend."

"Friends? What about when the food's--"

I was so angry, so hurt, so desperate that I cut him off with: "Then be my mate."

"You don't mean that. I'm male and males don't do that."

Then be my mate. A million thoughts flashed before me. Each one playing out as if actors on a stage, and I realized what I knew all along. Everything was gray for me, so why was this any different? So, I did mean it. He would never believe me, though.

My hand snaked down between us, down to the waist of his deerskin pants, "What are you doing?" Then down to where his fur was still soft, hot, and now touched only by him and me.

He hissed in pleasure, the sound echoed in the forest. I let him recovered. "Wouldn't you prefer a female?"

My heart thudded loudly; I was really doing this and all the way, too. "I want you to - to be the one that makes me a man."

"You never..."

"Just my hand."

"Oh."

I scooted up his chest; so when or if he decided to, he could lick my neck in submission. That's all I needed to mate him. He didn't move, just looked at me worriedly. "You would never be a burden to me. I would never leave the one who freed me."

"Freed you?"

"If you hadn't taught me, I would still be in that miserable town and hating everything. I want to be with you, now."

His paw landed on my shoulder and I felt the stroke of his pink tongue along my neck. It was his promise to stay. "Can I have some food first?"

"I will always provide for my bitch." A swear for us; a warm and loving term for them.

He sat thigh to thigh with me as he ate, nuzzling and licking me affectionately. I never felt stronger than in that moment. The knowledge that I would be providing for a mate and one I cared so deeply about stirred something primal in me. Every muscle flexed in my arms and Varr took notice, his eyes following along the deep valley of my bicep. He kept eating, looking over me, smiling, and eating more.

He licked his paw in the faint glow of the orange embers. The cold was pushing through the remaining warmth and I shivered. He huddled closer to me. I looked down into his eyes, and it struck me how different they looked. Hopeful and happy. I could see that he was ready; even more than that, he wanted it now and showed it with a gentle lapping at my neck.

I smiled. "Tell me if it gets to be too much."

"I will, Jack." He got up with me, and we walked side by side to the pile of sewn deer-skins under a structure weaved with branches and dry mud. I slipped under the skins, and he followed, placing his paw on my chest. Varr was going to show me a new and wonderful and immensely pleasurable fun. An urge filled me.

I pressed my pointed nose right into the flat wetness of his, our lips sealing, black to red; our mouths parting, sharing our breath, our excited, lustful, pleasured gasps. This was right - I deepened the kiss, our tongues twisting and fighting. My fingers explored his waist pulling him close.

The kiss broke, and our lips met a few more times after. He pushed me on my back and climbed on, straddling my crotch. His paws went to the knots of my clothes, the fur tickling my skin through the gap. My fingers leaped into action, working the knot at his waist, his tail swishing over my clothed thighs. My whole body tingled at the though of naked fur against naked skin.

His paws slide to the next knot, and mine pushed his arm up to get to the shirt knot; I untied that knot and the next. Sitting up, I lifted it up and over his head, tossing it aside, and grabbed two handfuls of fur and pulled him in for a short kiss. "Take off your pants," I unfastened the final knot and tossed my shirt onto the growing pile of clothes, his pants followed.

My eyes lowered to his crotch, his pink tipped cock pushing out, and my hand cradled his balls. He gasped and laughed shyly. Grabbing the covers, he threw them over himself, sliding down. In the dark, the last knot was undone, and he yanked down my pants to free me.

My back arched as I found heaven between his lips. A wet, warm and wonderful heaven. He took all of my semi-hard cock, his squirming tongue cradling around it. I reached down to his paws, sliding my palms under, squeezing approvingly.

I threw back my head with a breathless gasp. He was bobbling on it, filling his maw with me, playing and rolling his tongue around it. The wet rhythm was the only thing I heard. I took short stabbing breaths with my whole mind focused on that noise.

I grew hard fast; and he pulled back the covers, locking eyes as his tongue cleaned the clear drop of pre from my head. He crawled forward lapping the twin lower abs of my eight pack, then higher. I watched him in the moonlight, my cock rubbing against the fur as he moved forward. He got between my muscled pecs, his cock dangling over mine, then he sat up.

I didn't want him to take me just yet, "Can I taste my bitch first?"

He brought it to me so fast the tapered cock-tip almost went in my nose, and then he pointed it to my lips panting eagerly. His wolf tail swished over my fingers as I held his ass, and I accepted him into my mouth. His whole body shuddered, his tail freezing upright; I grabbed his paw putting it on my head.

His eyes gazed down with a loving lust. I closed mine. My mouth parted and my lips climbed up. I could feel the veins throbbing against the sides of my mouth as I took more of him, and above, he snorted and panted, with my name muttered passionately, and his taste - it was salty and like the musky scent filling my mouth and nose. I slid back to the tip, flicking my tongue; he whimpered and I knew what he wanted. I shoved myself down his length burying my nose into his tuft of public fur at the large ball of flesh. He squirted and I swallowed it down.

He started to buck into my mouth, holding me there as the wet slurps of cock and escaping air filled the night. I sucked him, and every droplet that came from him. The fluids coated my lips and my mouth reeked of his crotch.

He pushed back my head, "you have to cum first."

"Okay." I watched him spit on his paw and rub his tail hole. My fingers took hold of his pink rod, and my fingertips tickled his length. He chuckled nervously at me.

After soaking his hole, his ass lowered down until my head was in his crack. "Guide it in."

I sat up and he held onto my head, my arms around his waist, my hand guiding me through his furry crack. I felt the warmth, the spit over the ridges of skin; his tail covered our union and he started. He grunted out and I moaned into his abdominal fur. I was pressing against it, his hole fighting to keep me out, and I could feel him buckling around my head, yielding to my nine inch dick. He paused, panting, then pressed down harder than before.

There was a wet squelch and we both cried out. I was in; his hole stretched around me, just behind my head. "You okay?"

His paws played in my knife-cut hair, "I might be the bitch but don't treat me like I'm frail."

"I love you, bitch."

"Me, too." He grunted, taking more of me. His insides felt like silk, a throbbing hot silk draped over my dick, and I panted into his chest. His knees went limp and he free-fell down, stopping on my thighs. I gasped and held handfuls of fur, fighting the urge to cum.

"We're no longer virgins," he muttered in my ear.

I leaned back, looking up. "Only once I cum." Then I kissed him.

"Then I better get you cumming." He began to rock, his tail shielding me from the cold and he kissed me one last time then pushed me to the ground. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs as he started to ride. My back tensed as arched with each time he slid along my length. Every inch of me stimulated by his ass.

My mate got brave. He went higher, up to around my head, before slamming back down. I moaned along every inch as did he. His arms came down on either side of my head and I grabbed his waist, looking up into his eyes as he rocked. I smiled; he smiled.

He panted and cried out, every muscle flexing to fuck my cock, and I shut my eyes. He squeezed me on every down thrust, milking me for my seed. I felt the heat of my orgasm approach. I clamped down, my face twisting in pleasure as I fought for every second inside.

"I'm gonna cum." I said in a brief moment of clarity. My whole body went rigid, my dripping cum lubricating him to a breakneck speed. My breath began to labour as my orgasm approached, my balls pulling up. I reached between his legs to focus on him, and he cried out, clenching and releasing around my cock. I worked him faster, harder, and my other hand kept his wild bouncing ass going down on my cock. I looked up, and I gave up fighting.

His head was thrown back, and I felt the dribble of his cum on my skin. I felt the hard punch of my orgasm, knocking me senseless. He came, and in the wild spasm of his hole, I came hard. His head braced against mine. He could only rock on it but it was enough to wrack my body with an intense pleasure.

Varr collapsed on my chest, panting, and I rolled him on his side. "I love you," he muttered and we both drifted to sleep from exhaustion.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed, and I rolled over quickly to see him next to me. He stirred and I hugged him, nuzzling my face in his back fur. "I need to go hunt so you have energy to do that as many times as possible tonight."

He chuckled in my arms, rolling to face me. "I'm not upset any more, and now I'm your mate so I'm not a burden - only the male gets to feel like a burden.

I rolled him on his back and his legs split to cradle me. "That so? I guess I get to fuck you when I want."

"Yep," he smiled.

I returned it.

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