A Friendly Cuddle
Story by Gerrark on SoFurry
A wolf and his mouse friend cuddle, and in the process, fulfill the deep-seeded fantasies of the canine. Short but sweet, enjoy~
“I’ve got something I’d like to try.”
Dalen, the mouse, waggled their brow as they leaned back from the embrace. Tauly, the wolf, looked incredulous. Trust wasn’t necessarily the issue--the mouse has been known to embarrass, but never harm… and sometimes the embarrassment was fun anyway, so... Still, the cackling little weirdo loved their mischief, a fact the wolf was well-familiar with.
“Let’s try it then.”
Luckily for Dalen, the wolf did too.
“Alright, then close your eyes.”
Tauly was much more reluctant to do this, but he complied nevertheless. His world now dark, all he had to stimulate him was the strong (and territorial, always territorial) grip of the mouse, as well as the odd sounds they were making. There were a lot of them.
First there were sniffs, lots of sniffing. Admittedly Dalen just tended to do this, but even for them, it was a lot. Then a low growl, which was weird, and then it sounded more like the mouse was trying to… throat sing? Then some mumbling, possibly saying words, but if so, it must have been in a language Tauly was unfamiliar with. The wolf had no idea where the mouse was going with this; then he found out.
“Oh, Dalen!”
Or thought he did. Tauly cried out as the mouse’s tongue dragged up his cheek. It was slobbery, very slobbery, even more so than usual.
“What’s up?”
“Well, if I knew… whatever it was you were doing would involve that, I would have appreciated a warning.”
The wolf didn’t seem mad (Dalen had a long held belief that the beast was wholly incapable), but he was definitely surprised, and only moments away from shaking his finger in the mouse’s direction, too. Dalen snickered.
“Oh, that wasn’t a part of the ritual.”
“Wait, it wasn’t?”
What Tauly wanted to ask was “Wait, what ritual?” but he had been friends with the mouse long enough to know how pointless that question was. “Friends” was also a very interesting term, when it came to the mouse.
“No, I just wanted to lick you.”
“...Why?”
Dalen was all smiles. They leaned close, pressing their cheek to the wolf’s, nuzzling in affectionately.
“Because you’re sooooo sweet!”
“Awrrr.”
Tauly’s face got a bit hot, and any misgivings he had immediately melted away with the heat of the mouse’s embrace. Dalen was suddenly overcome with affection it seemed, because they were cuddling the wolf very hard now. Rubbing cheek to cheek, snuffling along his neck, big paws rubbing down every reachable inch.
“Gosh Dalen, heheh, what’s, gosh.”
The mouse’s hands were relentless. Paws that typically dragged over Tauly’s body gently were grabbing and squeezing big handfuls of anything and everything they could reach. They groped everywhere gropeable, getting dangerously close to his crotch (“Dalen-!” “I love your belly, I’m sorry…”) and unabashedly cupping his rear too. The wolf had to fight to keep from making undignified noises, and didn’t always win either. Every time he shifted in Dalen’s grasp, his body felt like it was bouncing.
“Mmmm, you are so sweet Taul.”
The wolf started to respond, but the mouse’s mouth closed gently around his neck, while his paws began to rub the wolf’s back and belly in small circles. Tauly’s body wobbled gently against his hands, expanding, reddening.
“So sweet, and getting sweeter.”
Tauly did not know what the mouse meant by that, and he wanted to ask, but he found it somewhat difficult to do so. His body was capable of speaking, he knew that… But he just didn’t want to. It might interrupt the cuddles, and his body was feeling so good in the mouse’s paws. So thick, but not firm--heavy. Well formed, designed maybe? Weird thoughts, he was sure, but at the moment he “fit,” and it was wonderful. Fitting better and better with each relaxed breath…
Tauly fit so well in the mouse’s grasp; the mouse’s forearms slid down from just below the wolf’s neck, down his back and his chest, smoothing his body out. That part was still feeling strange, but now it was better. More of a slope, a little wobble. The wolf’s (if he could still be called that) blissful gaze looked down at the wobbly gelatin flesh pushing out from beneath his shirt, joining his big fat red bottom. He nodded as best as he could, which was mostly his wobbly body bouncing gently upon the couch. It all came together so nicely.
“Sweet, and plump, and heavy…”
The mouse’s hands continued to explore, and now there was nowhere they didn’t dare grab. The wolf’s knobby and useless gummi paws, his thick gelatin thighs, his sugary cheeks pulled up into a permanent smile... The mouse’s paws dragged lasciviously around Tauly’s fat bottom, and then squeezed. Tauly could not yelp.
“So wolfie, what do you think?”
The gummi wolf would not, and could not answer. Dalen’s friend was still in there, he was there in fact. But answering was not something candy could do. Dalen smiled, the silence all the answer he needed.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on changing you back.”