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The sounds of crickets were heard in the silence of the night. The full moon shone down on a lonely campground housing a single tent. Sitting beside the campfire which crackled away sat a forlorn red panda stirring the embers with a spare stick. He lets out a heartfelt and heavy sigh as he turns his head skywards. The silence of the night remains unbroken except for the gentle nightsong of the crickets.

The young man’s name was Tamerin, and he usually stayed within the city. He felt out of place in the woods, but perhaps his need for solitude brought him here. Or maybe his recent failures to acquire himself a mate of any variety. He didn’t think he was that picky, but apparently he just had too high of a standard when it came to love. This was the 8th relationship in the course of the last two months that had crashed and burned. He idly kicked a loose stone into the fire, which hissed at him like a provoked snake. He frowned at the flames, and while they were a much needed source of heat on this chilly night, he couldn’t help but flip the blaze the finger as it moodily continued to snark at him.

He made to rise up from the log upon which he sat and cast his gaze around the small forlorn campground. In the far distance an eerie howl was heard, but Tamerin didn’t pay it any mind, assuming that it was a distant wolf or coyote. Soon the chorus of the pack joined the solitary howl and he sighed again. Out here in the middle of nowhere, despite the apparent solitude, he still wished that he had someone to hold. He moved to duck inside of his tent and a stupid idea came to him. Maybe it was just a flight of fantasy or maybe he was just desperate. He pulled out a notebook from his bag and wrote the words, “I wish for a mate.” and then he tore the page from the spiral. He looked to the fire and then up at the moon. He closed his eyes and sighed softly before speaking aloud.

“My name is Tamerin and it is my wish that as these words pass into the glowing embers that someone above takes pity on me. Under the light of the full moon, I cast my wish into the fire in the hope that as the paper changes state into ashes that my wish may turn from fiction into reality.”

Before he lost his nerves he crumpled up the written paper and tossed it into the fire watching as it burned up and the ashes ascended skyward to the wayward moon whose ethereal beams stretched out to receive the heartfelt wish.

Tamerin moved to step into his tent, feeling stupid about the wish that he had made. He closed his eyes to rest in his sleeping bag and once he drifted off, an odd occurrence happened just outside the flaps of his yellow tent. He had sealed the entrance before entering so he would have no way of knowing what was happening outside.

A gently glowing woman began to materialize in front of his campfire. If moonlight could be said to have a material form then this was her. Moonlight personified wearing a soft veil of pale gray and white. Upon her head as if robbed of their natural red color a wreath of midnight blue roses is woven into her inky black hair and within the strands of hair gathered within the wreath points of starlight seemed to be flowing as her hair flutters in an unseen wind. She stretches her hand out towards the dying campfire and the ashes of the wish from before seem to sink into her skin. Her voice seems to come from far away as if some sort of barrier separates her from the mortal coil.

“You wished upon the moon. Though you are not yet one of my children I cannot deny such a heartfelt plea for help. Tamarin tonight I shall grant you the wish you so desperately seek.”

Her words seemed to form into runes upon the air and they penetrated the fabric of the tent to rest upon the slumbering male within and sank into his skin. He glows gently with a soft silvery light before it fades. Once it does the mysterious Goddess has faded from view with the dissipation of the light.

Tamerin is seen with a gentle smile on his face as he rests. He is unaware of the change that has just taken place. Deeper into the woods a wolf scents the air as it stirs and the most delicious smell is in the air. As the wolf heads towards the scent, a change is observed within his body. He might have started out feral, but as he walks various columns of moonlight, his body begins to warp and change. Fueled by the power of the Goddess, this once-feral wolf awakens to a new anthropomorphic body. While he still lacks the understanding that comes with his new form, he is aware enough to know now that the scent on the wind is that of his soul mate. So he pushes himself forward at great speed determined to find the owner of the smell that is enticing his senses.

As he runs his form continues to fill out and become more muscular. His silvery coat now has touches of blue within the fur, a sign that the lunar Goddess has blessed him. When he finally stops just outside of Tamerin’s camp, he is aware enough that he stops to sniff the air once more. His mate is close and while normally he would avoid a fire due to the heat and fear of being burned, he walks right past it to the tent. He attempts to open the flaps, and somehow this doesn’t awaken Tamerin from his slumber. The werewolf gives a feral growl and slashes at the tent turning the flimsy rubber material into broken ribbons. Tamerin awakens with a startled yell that is soon silenced as the werewolf grabs him and hugs him close. Tamerin is frozen with fright, however the wolf doesn’t make any move to harm him. Other than the sniffing of his fur and the warmth seeping into the sleeping bag where he is currently contained.

“What are you?” Tamerin asks shakily.

The werewolf looks at him and growls gently before moving to walk away from the campsite, carrying the bundled up red panda in his arms. The wolf is used to running on four legs, but he manages to keep himself up on two as he runs away from the ruins of the campsite carrying Tamerin to his distant den. For the red panda, the forest rushes by in an imperceptible blur. All he is able to tell is that he is moving and at great speed. He can smell the wolf holding him, but he is too scared to move or attempt to flee or fight back.

The werewolf settles the sleeping-bag-bound Tamerin on the ground within his den, settling him on a small stone shelf that the wolf usually sleeps on. As they had passed into the den, a final shaft of moonlight had graced the werewolf with rudimentary speech.

“Mate.” Growled the werewolf at Tamerin.

Tamerin, still feeling confused and scared by the whole ordeal, looked at the wolf. “Mate?” He asked, sounding confused and afraid.

The werewolf made a shushing movement as it seemed with every passing moment he gained more and more human mannerisms. “The Goddess brought you to me. My name is Tarkul. You are my soulmate. I’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

Tamerin listened to the words but it made no sense to him. “Your Soulmate? I’ve never met you before today.” He gets out of the sleeping bag finally and faces Tarkul with his arms folded across his chest. “I cannot be your soulmate.”

Convinced that Tarkul is playing a trick on him, he attempts to walk out of the werewolf’s den. He finds that Tarkul gently but firmly grabs his wrist and keeps him close within the den.

“Dangerous outside. Need Tarkul’s protection.” Tamerin attempts to pull away but soon realizes the effort is futile.

“So you're going to kidnap me?” He asks, staring up into the large amber eyes of the massive wolf.

“Not kidnap. Keep safe. Make you mine.” replies Tarkul, slowly releasing the other’s wrist and using his bigger size gently pushes him to be sitting down with his snout.

“Make me yours? Am I going to be your slave?” Asks the red panda again, raising his voice now. Tamerin is definitely upset with the current situation. He gets up, again attempting to push past Tarkul, and his attempts are thwarted.

The wolf hugs him close against his massive naked frame and says “Stop trying to escape.” Tarkul tries to explain, “You made a wish for love. Goddess granted your wish. I am your mate. True love forevermore until Tarkul dies.”

Tamerin ceases his struggle hearing the explanation. “This can’t be true. I just made that wish tonight. It wasn’t supposed to work!”

He attempts to pinch himself, closing his eyes as he squeezes his left arm. “I’m dreaming and when I wake up I’ll be back in my tent in my sleeping bag.” He yelps hard as he pinches his arm and feels the pain go up his arm. He opens his eyes and he is still in the cave being held by Tarkul, who gently licks his cheek leaving a sloppy trail of slobber running down his collar.

“Mate no hurt self.” Tarkul admonishes gently, hugging him tighter. Tamerin starts to tremble as the realization sinks in that this is no dream or weird nightmare. He is actually being held by a werewolf that wishes to claim him as his soul mate.

“What do you mean by claiming me?” asks Tamerin of Tarkul, looking up at the wolf. He doesn’t attempt to run now. He is still a bit scared, but other than taking him to this den, the wolf hasn’t actually done any physical harm to his person.

Tarkul turned Tamerin around and made the Red Panda face him. “Claiming you means that you take this.” Tarkul reaches down and holds his rather impressively sized red rocket. “With my knot and let me make you mine through our Union.”

Tarkul can see Tamerin gulp,looking a bit intimidated by the prospect of doing as such. The red panda reaches forwards and softly takes the large cock in his smaller paws, stroking the tip. “There is no way this is gonna fit inside me without help.”

Tarkul growls low in pleasure as being touched by his mate. “Tarkul help. Tell me what to do.” Says the werewolf his words gradually come out easier as if he is getting more used to verbal communication.

“First, help me undress.” replied Tamerin, guiding Tarkul’s paw up to his hoodie. The red fabric is tugged over his head, and underneath is revealed to be a crumpled, sweaty, white tank top. Tarkul draws closer to him as the scent of his mate’s sweat is too enchanting for him to ignore. He digs his nose into the middle of Tamrin’s chest, first huffing deep before moving his nose over to the left armpit. His gentle snuffling and prodding forces the arm up and his long tongue lolls out as he swipes it through the damp sweaty fur, tasting the musk with a light growl and half-needy moan.

Tamerin groaned and gently wrapped his arm around that large snout, trapping Tarkul into his pit for a bit. The big wolf didn’t seem to mind snuffling and licking more firmly at his pit. Once it was clean, Tarkul moved to his other pit, trailing his tongue across Tamerin’s chest and leaving a wet trail of slobber over his chest, making the other male moan aloud as his nipples were touched by that tongue. Tarkul stopped and then returned to suck on Tamerin’s nipples, leaving the smaller male trembling and his trapped cock getting painfully erect and dripping in his sweatpants. Tarkul’s nostrils dilated as the fresh smell of his mate’s arousal got his attention. He picked up Tamerin and placed him on the stone shelf more firmly before following him up.

Standing over the smaller male, he pressed him down and moved above him. His canine length pressed against Tamerin’s muzzle while he attempted to free the smaller male’s dick from the confinement of his sweatpants. The task was eventually managed and Tarkul was quick to slip that dripping length into the warmth of his muzzle. Tamerin moaned loudly at the pleasurable sensation then did the same thing, guiding that large wide tip into his own mouth and beginning to suck. He almost began to choke immediately at the sheer volume of precum that flooded his mouth. It quickly became obvious that Tarkul had not been taking care of his own needs. Tamerin drew back from the leaking tip with a cough and gasped for air while his cock was all but swallowed by Tarkul. Everything fit into the warm and wet werewolf muzzle, including his balls. He felt as if he was seconds from cumming, and he couldn’t even warn Tarkul. The wolf’s drooling cock had dropped to his chest, and the precum that continued to leak from the wolf had made his chest fur a sodden, musky mess. Tamerin found himself craving more, so he drew the tip back into his mouth and sucked with more enthusiasm. The taste of the precum had grown on him, and now he slurped eagerly while moaning hard as he cums heavily into the wolf’s mouth. He blushes hearing the eager swallows from above his cock.

Tarkul swallowed every drop of spent seed from his mate. He began to rock his hips back, carefully fucking the smaller man’s mouth, listening to make sure that he wasn’t choking him. He eased the spent cock out of his muzzle and growled, dipping his muzzle lower to gently lick awkwardly at Tamerin’s hole.

“Stop.” Tamerin says, backing off the wolf’s cock once more and moving out from underneath him. He gets a soft concerned whine, but he shushes him. He moves to lay down on his stomach, trapping his cock underneath him for a moment.

“Lick my ass Tarkul.” It’s said gently, but there is no mistaking the command in his tone. The bigger wolf is eager to comply, carefully spreading the cheeks offered to him and dragging his tongue lewdly over the panda’s crack.

“Ohhhhhh Fuck.” cursed Tamerin, slumping weakly onto the stone bed. Tarkul held him by his hips, as if he were afraid that Tamerin would escape. Not that Tamerin had any intention of doing such anymore.

Tarkul kept up his oral attention to Tamerin’s ass, his tongue gradually making the smaller male’s entrance slick enough that his broad tongue was able to slip inside. He started to devour and slick up the tight hole growling at the squeezes to his tongue.

“Ohhh Tarkul.” Tamerin moaned and shuddered, cumming against his stomach with his second orgasm. The rimming felt so good that it was hard to stop such from happening. The smell of freshly spent seed only seemed to encourage Tarkul, the werewolf making a stronger effort to slick up the smaller male’s hole.

Eventually through his efforts, he was able to get most of his broad tongue inside of Tamerin, his teeth resting on his mate’s ass while he vigorously tongue-fucked him. However, Tarkul had enough of just using his tongue, and he slowly withdrew with a hungry growl.

While Tamerin recovered, Tarkul slapped his thick, still-leaking cock against the freshly-eaten-out hole, growing with desire as he watched his leaking tip flood Tamerin’s hole with his natural lubricant. He could wait no longer and began to press himself into his mate’s heat.

“Ohhh Soo mhm Bigggggg.” whined Tamerin as he got speared on that cock, huffing as due to the prepwork that had been done, he was able to stretch over the tip. But just the sheer size of Tarkul was taking his breath away.

He found himself praying, “Ohh Goddess don’t let him snap me in half with his dick.” He whimpered, closing his eyes and the silvery runes from before seemed to light up his body, reinforcing it and making it a bit more stretchy. Tarkul continued to press into his mate, stopping only after a fourth of his length was buried inside that tight hole.

“Mate okay?” growled Tarkul as he finally managed to hold himself back enough to ask.

“Hold still” Tamerin orders Tarkul, gasping as he adjusts to the size inside him. Several minutes pass before Tamerin gives the affirmation to Tarkul, and the larger male begins to press in further. This time he makes it to three-fourths of his length inside the smaller male before he is stopped again. Tarkul waits, his cock drooling a flood of natural lubricant into Tamerin, making the last few inches sink in a lot easier. Now fully buried in his mate, Tarkul can’t stop himself from giving a low, lustful howl in the confines of his cave. The sound echoes around the small area, sending Tamerin into shivers, reminding the panda that Tarkul is in control. The panda can’t help but to clench on the buried length as his cock throbs. His prostate has been all but obliterated, and instead of waiting for Tarkul to start, the panda begins to rock himself back and forth on the werewolf's cock. He can’t move very far with Tarkul’s full weight on his back, but the small motions are enough to make Tarkul growl at him. The werewolf pulls back his hips, slipping two inches out of the hot, tight, moist depths of his mate’s ass before slamming them back home, growling in pleasure. He keeps this short pace up for a bit to give Tamerin time to adjust, while he gradually builds up speed and power until eventually his full length is sawing in and out of Tamerin.

For Tamerin, the combined sensations of being fucked and being so throughly dominated are mixing into a very fulfilling pleasure that makes it hard to think beyond the pleasure of being fucked. He could definitely get used to this treatment. While at first it was pure animalistic lust, it did seem that the wolf hammering away at his ass actually cared. Tamerin couldn’t remember the last time that had happened during sex. That it felt like his partner actually cared about him.

As their lovemaking grew more intense, Tamerin began to respond further, working his ass to clench and squeeze on the invading length and shoving himself back to meet Tarkul’s thrusts. Eventually, the werewolf pulled out of him fully and flipped him onto his back before pressing back in. Tarkul silenced the resulting moan with a hungry kiss, fucking Tamerin harder as his knot finally emerged from his sheath. He ground it against the straining entrance beneath him, making Tamerin gasp as the kiss broke.

“Last chance, mate. Take my knot. Be mine. Or stop now.” Tarkul waited, having stilled his movements to get a clear answer from Tamerin.

Tamerin got his breath back and took time to answer, but when he did, he locked his gaze with Tarkul and his voice was full of conviction. “If you don’t knot me right now I’ll–” Tamerin broke off with a yelp and then moaned as Tarkul didn’t let him finish, shoving his engorged knot inside his mate, locking them together and then continued to thrust. It was with a more limited range of motion but it was still as intense.

Tarkul reached down to jerk Tamerin off while he continued to fuck him, and when he finally reached his climax, Tamerin came too from feeling the warmth flood his insides. As both of them recovered from their orgasm, they felt a connection form between their minds. The mate bond had been established, and they would now be together until death do they part. Entwined in love, body, and soul.

The End.