Wolf's Mate

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The Sweetness of Unexpected Lust

This story contains a feral, non-anthro wolf who is intelligent, converses verbally and explicitly consents to sexual activity with an anthro cheetah.

I'd never intended to fall for Bose, not because he was a non-anthro wolf with eyes that shone with the reflection of the moon and stars that he loved so much, but because... Well, I'd never intended to fall in love. I was, and still am, just an anthro cheetah, nothing special about me. I worked in the city, not London but one of the smaller ones in the United Kingdom that my friends back overseas tended to forget about. They all said that I worked in London anyway.

Hadiza. But Westerners often shortened my name to "Haddie". I still preferred my real name, my true name, even if it implied that I was lacking in something. As long as I got by and got to experience the world as I wanted it, I kept quiet on that one.

I did my hair up nicely for the party, only twenty-two and fresh, my brown curls pulled back in a ponytail that let them spill luxuriously down over my shoulders and neck, gleaming with oil. As it was summer, I took full advantage of the heat to dress as lightly as possible, showing off my long, lean body with a crop top that cut across under my ribcage and shorts that, really, didn't cover much at all beyond my butt. The hole that my spotted tail slipped through, however, helped a little there when it came to modesty.

My heart lifted with the setting of the sun, scenting the air, fires crackling down by the lake, laughter in the air. It was some event or another, but I was only there because I needed a break, not really having made close friends over there yet. I was still early in my time in England, but all that was about to change, all kinds of anthros coming together to drink and cavort at the lake, some even out in the shallows of the water. It was a relief, at least, to see that there were lifeguards to make sure that no one got too silly and jumped in after a few too many drinks, though it was a bit disappointing that that was required. Back where she came from, over in Africa, furs that acted like that didn't often last too long. A degree of common sense was required, though not all possessed it.

And then he was there, the wolf lying down by the fire, warming his fur, laughing with his companions. He was with a mixed bunch of canine and feline anthros, though they all seemed to know one another. He didn't drink, though a bowl had been poured for him with beer. Hadiza would later find out that that was because he preferred wine, which perplexed her. The fruity cocktails were more her thing, even though she could only ever have a single one of them at a time.

Somehow, they ended up sitting next to each other, roasting marshmallows by the fire. He clasped the marshmallow roasting stick tightly in his jaws and yet with a delicacy too that allowed him to be fine and light with it. She eyed him up, trying to be covert about her gaze, though the light buzz of alcohol flowing through her helped her relax even next to the massive wolf.

"Hey..." She said eventually, her lips twitching with a small smile. "What brings you here? I'm new around... Kind of."

He drew his marshmallow back carefully and with a feat of skill that only a non-anthro could truly demonstrate, flipped the stick up in the air, spinning so that the sweet treat flew off it. Deftly, he snapped it up in his mouth, a long, pink tongue sweeping over the side of his muzzle just to make sure that not a single morsel of "marshmallowy" goodness was left behind. Hadiza's jaw dropped, admittedly impressed.

"Wow!"

He grinned, tongue lolling out, sitting up on his haunches.

"Kind of?" He teased, eyes light with good humour. "How long have you been here then, cheetah? Or what name may I call you by?"

She blushed, though didn't understand why. That was just another thing that would all become clear in time.

"Hadiza. And you?"

"Bose, that's what my friends call me."

"And you're saying I'm a friend now too then?" She quipped back boldly. "That's a bit presumptuous of you..."

Bose's accent, however, was intoxicating in a way that made her toes curl, a typical English accent. She'd already seen that there were many accents around England, but his was a little more Northern, pleasant on the ears and yet with a formal edge that had her squirming. Maybe, even then, she should have realised that she was falling for him.

They laughed. They talked. They shared marshmallows together. It could have been perfectly innocent if not for their bodies shifting closer and closer together throughout the night, loathe to allow even a little distance between them. It didn't feel right, not at all, for them to be apart, not when there was so very clearly a chance for so much more, breath catching, fur touching.

Her tail flicked out to the side, touching his, the cheetah and the wolf. They caught the eyes of others, though no one minded the differences between them. That was the beauty of how the world was changing, anthros from all over the world coming together with non-anthros too, race meaning less and less as time went on. Hadiza decided that she had found a good place to live, a good place to be, as music thrummed around her and she danced, nearly falling over her hind paws, with the wolf. He was not much of a dancer with four paws and not just her two, but she was enjoying herself far, far too much to care.

They exchanged phone numbers, the wolf with a satchel type pack strapped around him so that he could still carry his phone and his phone around with him, though his phone was designed to be more sensitive for use with the tip of his nose and with his larger paws. Hadiza did have a little giggle at the screen though, the sheer size of it, but kept her amusement behind her quivering whiskers for the most part.

She couldn't wait to get in touch with him the next day, but Bose called her before the cheetah even could. Thus it was that their relationship teased on, step by step, date by date.

Coffee.

Sushi.

Dinner out.

A walk under the stars.

Their first kiss.

And then...that very first kiss that up in the forest rising above London, evolved into something more.

"Bose..." She panted, cheeks flushed with emotion, seated on the picnic blanket that he had brought with the wolf looming intensely over her, heat flooding her body in such a way that could not be ignored. "I... Oh heavens... I..."

He sealed her words away with another kiss, their tongues tangling, his long, flexible tongue teasing perfectly up within her muzzle. There was a confidence in him along with a hesitance, a sense that he wanted to make sure that she didn't go at all further than what she was comfortable with. She loved that about him, how he brought that sense of peace to him, that she was safe there. And even though she was comfortable, in her own way, her heart still raced for him, pounding, aching, sending a twisting pulse of need deep up within her gut.

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