What Friends are For
Shakey is being bullied by a group of alphas but Mooch is ready to help his friend.
"Hey, Shakey! What's shaking?" Mooch smiled as he approached one of his best friends.
"Oh... Not much..." the small, thin wolf sighed, keeping his head low.
"Something wrong? Did you lose in log sledding? It's alright, you'll get them next time," Mooch encouraged, placing a paw on Shakey's shoulder.
"No! That's not it. It's this group of alphas. They keep picking on me, Mooch. There's nothing I can do to get them to back off. I tried avoiding them, telling them to leave me alone, and I even tried to fight back. But that didn't work out too well..."
"Oh, Shakey..." Mooch sighed, sitting next to his good pal. "It's alright. Look, I'm gonna stay here with you and if they come back, I'll be here to help you out."
Hearing that made the small wolf smile. Maybe things would work out. Sure, the alphas were big but there wasn't a wolf in either pack that was as big as Mooch. And the burly omega was pretty strong too. Shakey nodded and together the pair of omegas went off to find something to spend their time doing. Thinking with his stomach, Mooch found a bush of pump berries. They smelled pretty sweet and tasted pretty good to Shakey as well. Together the two of them got their fill until they heard pawsteps behind them.
Looking back, Mooch saw three alpha males, standing side by side. On their muzzles were wide sneers as they whispered back and forth. Turning around and raising his eyebrow, Mooch looked the three wolves up and down. Only one of them was near his size, the other two were rather short. But a whimper coming from Shakey's direction told the tubby wolf that he should be on his guard.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" the tallest wolf spoke while the other two just chuckled and sneered behind him. "Who's this, Shakey?"
"What a wide load," one of the others chuckled.
"Looks more like a pig to me," another guffawed. Mooch paid them no mind and stood firm alongside a trembling Shakey.
"Oh, don't tell me. This is your little boyfriend, isn't he?" the main wolf asked, talking to Mooch directly.
"So what if he is?" Mooch said firmly, his words caught everyone off guard. A blush rose over Shakey's muzzle and he wondered what the large wolf was talking about. But he could see that the three bully wolves weren't expecting such an answer either.
They quickly gathered close and began whispering among one another just like before. Mooch stood there in annoyance as his ear continued to flick from the small hisses he picked up. He looked over at the small wolf and saw that Shakey was no longer trembling.
"What are you doing?" Shakey hissed under his breath.
"Just go with it," Mooch murmured, "Look at them, they don't know what to do now."
Shakey couldn't disagree. The three bullies were still huddled together and speaking in low tones. Usually they would have been picking on him or even beating him up by now. Even though he didn't exactly agree with the method, Mooch was right. But he couldn't help but consider what if his friend's words were true. What if he and Mooch were an item. It was something he never thought about before and he was shocked to realize that the idea seemed kind of appealing. Even now, Mooch stood at his side, looking rather heroic. Maybe pretending to be an item for a while wouldn't be that bad.
"Alright, alright," the lead wolf huffed as they all faced the two omegas. "If you're really his boyfriend then prove it."
"Prove it?" Shakey yipped.
This made the bullies laugh among each other. "What? I thought you two were boyfriends. You shouldn't have a problem kissing him, right?"
"R-right," Shakey nodded but still trembled all the same. "Just go with it, right?" Mooch nodded and the two wolves pressed their muzzles together. Shakey was surprised by how soft Mooch's muzzle was and thanks to the berries he ate, the taste of his tongue was sweet. A soft moan escaped from the small wolf, surprising himself. Mooch was easing into it as well, his tongue clashing against the Shakey's. It was actually pleasant and thrilling.
The two wolves soon pulled away from one another, panting and still tasting a bit of berry on their tongues. They looked back at the group of wolves. All three of them were wide eyed but the main one soon cleared his throat and spoke.
"W-well, I'm still not convinced. That kiss doesn't mean anything. No, you gotta do something else?" the main wolf stammered.
"Oh, yeah? And what is that?" Mooch asked with a confident grin on his face.
"Oh, you gotta take it further than that," the lead wolf sneered. "If you wanna convince me then you gotta mate with him!"
"Huh. What?" Shakey barked, starting to tremble again.
"You heard me. If you looove each other that much then it shouldn't be a big deal. Hope you don't mind a little audience," the lead wolf snickered.
"Shakey, I don't-"
"Mooch, it's okay. Just... Do it," Shakey said with a firmness in his voice. The larger wolf's eyes widened but he looked back to the snickering group of alphas and sighed. He gave his friend a nod and told himself that he was doing this for Shakey. To protect him from these goons.
Mooch awkwardly rubbed his flank against Shakey's and padded behind the smaller wolf. Huffing through his nose, Mooch heaved himself up and carefully stood over Shakey. It was immensely nerve-racking to be seen in a position above another wolf, especially another male one. But another part of Mooch found the whole thing exciting. He didn't know why but feeling his chest pressed against Shakey's back was a bit thrilling.
Another blush crept across Shakey's muzzle as he felt something hard poking against his tail. On reflex, the small wolf moved it to the side, allowing Mooch the room he needed to actually mate him. Mooch took advantage of that motion, slowly and carefully pushing himself inside the other wolf.
A sharp hiss came from Shakey followed by a whimpered moan made the three wolves gasp in awe. "T-there's no way!" the lead wolf stammered. "I was just kidding!" The two wolves took a closer look to see that Mooch was already half way inside of the whimpering Shakey.
"What the-"
"They're really doing it!"
"Aw, sick! Come on, let's get out of here!"
The three alphas turned tail and ran off, leaving Shakey and Mooch behind.
A smile grew on Shakey's muzzle. Everything worked out after all. Mooch did manage to make them go away after all. "Aah! Mmp, M-Mooch. We did it. They're gone!"
"T-that's good. I guess the problem's solved, h-huh?" Mooch chuckled, holding back a deep grunt. "I guess I should stop now. I'm glad I could help, Shakey."
"Well... W-wait a minute. You don't have to stop if... If you don't want to," Shakey offered, keeping his eyes low to the ground.
"You want me to keep going, Shakey?" Mooch asked, nearly stumbling over his words. "I mean... I will if you want me to."
"Y-yeah, I mean you helped me out, right?" Shakey chuckled. "Uh, c-consider it a thank you."
Mooch nodded and the rest of his length inside the trembling wolf below him. Lucky for the both of them they were still close by the large berry bushes that would hide them from most eyes. Mooch sighed and grinned as he sunk himself all the way to the hilt.
"W-wow..." Shakey purred. "It's really b-big."
"Well, uh, thanks..." Mooch grinned, slowly pulling himself back with a grunt. "Y-you feel really good."
Mooch pushed himself back into the smaller wolf, earning a small whimper. Soon Mooch was bucking into his friend with a steady pace, listening to the noises that escaped from Shakey. His insides were being stuffed with the burly wolf's length. The thrusts were strong and the tip easily prodded deep inside of him.
The big wolf picked up pace, slapping his knot against the Shakey's tailhole. His tip was steadily leaking pre and his entire length was beginning to pulse. Shakey felt this and the length between his own legs was bobbing and near to releasing. Locking his paws around Shakey's shoulders, Mooch pushed himself deep, snarling in bliss. His knot was too large to fit and throbbed outside of the tight hole. Shakey felt his insides heating up, bringing his own climax forth. The small wolf struggled to keep standing as he came, dripping rope after rope on the dirt below him.
Mooch grunted and pulled himself free from Shakey, firing a final rope on the soil. Panting and heaving, the large wolf lifted himself off of his friend and shook himself off. His length was already softening and slipping back into his sheath.
"T-thanks, Mooch, for helping me out. I really appreciate it," Shakey panted.
"No problem. What are friends for, right?" Mooch smiled. "Uh, can we do this again sometime."
"Y-yeah, anytime. We're friends, right?"
"Right."