# Make Love the WereFox Way Author: KevinFoxboy Tags: Cuddling, Fantasy, Female, Fox, Foxboy, Kissing, Male, Spooning, Standards, Werefox, Werewolf, Wolf, kevin, were #6 of FurryShots Uhm, so ok this's a bit of a mishmash. The Were virus confuses people until their immune systems give up. As usual for Ol' Foxie here, some innuendo, no graphic sex. Make Love the WereFox Way - 2012-1031.1213 (C)2012 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved Adult situations, nudity, a bit of fun violence, more nudity. Reader discretion advised. Oh, some naughty language may be involved. \* Kevin woke up groggily and stretched in the big bed. He was lying on his right side with Alice in front of him and Leeza in back. He rather enjoyed being a sandwich, especially because he'd just met these sexy young women, and he was already accepted into the skulk. Edgar and George lay on the ends of the group. They were all curled up in fox form, except for Alice who'd gone human. Kevin's left arm was draped over her shoulder with his paw stroking her breast. He remembered stroking her fur earlier that morning. They were all cuddled together nude under the big blanket. They'd gone to bed together as foxes, just to sleep. Despite being spooned groin to rump there wasn't anything naughty about it, they were just friendly. I promise. Being the creamy center had its disadvantages when Kevin had to get up. He didn't want to disturb Alice or Leeza, but he had needs to attend to. He nudged Alice with his muzzle and she moved just enough for him to extract his right arm.   Kev managed to escape his bedmates and padded furrily off to the bathroom. One of the things he was still getting used to was walking on all fours, and the different body shape. He was still experimenting with his fox form's sexy skinny snout and the big bushy tail. His left shoulder was still a little sore where he'd been bitten two weeks ago. His metabolism was still changing, his immune system rapidly losing the fight against the virus which triggered the furry change. Kevin had never been concerned about his nudity, despite not having a model body. In fact his vulpinity was improving him, and he got a quiet giggle over padding around the estate in the fur. It was still a surprise that his new skulkmates went around nude as humans too. Of course everyone knew what each other looked like and they were quite casual about it. Clothing was for warmth or protection against the hedge thorns. The Werefoxes didn't care for human fashion or prudery. The cubs grew up in the flesh until puberty. One of the adaptations for the four-legged stance was the vulpine restrooms with the low porcelain and the paw support for the guys to raise a hind leg. Kevin still thought it was naughty to pee that way. He still came back in the house instead of just watering the trees.   Even before he'd been bitten Kevin had become interested in anthro- morphics, that is animals with language skills who walked upright. He joined an online group to explore the lifestyle, and had been a bit surprised when he agreed to meet that Halloween. \* The skulk had gotten together and decided to go as foxes. As a con- cession to the standard humans invited they had shorts on, and the vixens added tops. They stayed in hybrid form as upright humans in fur costumes, rather than spook the vanillas. It rather gave the anthros a giggle, since they could all scent each other. The standards got a creepy feeling they were missing something, but the families just said it was cause of Halloween. After all, everyone was in costume. There was a little tension since another skulk was there, but they didn't fight over territory. The hosts were quite adamant about staying civil, and since they weren't animals standing up, but people with fur and tails, the unused factory was neutral ground. Besides, two packs of Werewolves attended and they intervened. Roger was a lawyer's research assistant and he threw his larger size and weight around. Werefoxes are smaller on average. And the standards thought it was just the party.   Wolves limit their social contacts, almost exclusively to the pack. They always seem a bit wary with others, as if they're about to growl at strangers to defend their food and territory. The two packs stayed mostly on different ends of the factory, intermingling only at one or another bar. Foxes intermingle a lot more. They're generally friendlier, and Kev was intermingling with several furry vixens, because he thought they were just in costume. He was quite interested in their bushy tails, and it wasn't just the fur. Alice and Leeza giggled. The standards didn't seem to twig the truth that there were real furry people, wandering around in society, and that one of the tellers at Kev's local bank was a Were. She was in a different skulk, but the Main Line group kept in contact. They talked awhile and learned Kevin had some skills in keeping computers working smoothly. He was the kind of guy you'd take a slow machine to and he'd clean out the junk. Even without a virus, Windows machines slow down and crash, because they try to keep multiple copies of file use history in several places, that the machine has to read through every time it tries to start up.   Leez suggested Kev talk to Stefan. Kev sure talked a lot, and foxes are fairly voluble in general. Kev was obviously interested in them, but socially inexperienced, and tended to fall back on what he knew. Stefan was an older fox. He'd been around long enough to see fashions return, and he tried to convince the younger foxes the supposedly new music style was just a jazzed up redux of last century's oldies. Stefan thought Kev needed some help, because the young man sure seemed unsure of himself. He was quite annoying in his insistence about the few bits of knowledge he'd acquired, and Stefan saw some potential. \* If Stefan could just smooth off the rough edges. Kev seemed almost proud of his lack of experience with people, and that was very annoying, since people had to deal with Kev. And Stefan was minority owner of the firm that had run this very factory. He knew very well what happened when the board of directors got bored and lost inspiration. The problem with 'business as usual' is that people change, they don't want just another of what they have, they want New.   Ignoring the fact they have to pay all over again for basically what they already have. Kev was one of those people who wasn't averse to technology, in fact he got a kick out of figuring out how machines worked. He did, however, prefur to own an old car that ran ok and got him to the grocery and back, rather than a muscle car that looked really cool but needed constant attention to stay running. Kevin was rather deferential toward Leeza, probably because the young vixen was the one who bit him, and they all tended to do whatever George wanted, because both his parents were Weres. Bloodlines mattered. Alice was... a bit of a mystery. She tended to deflect questions about her background, politely of course, but still... she wouldn't even tell George, who was nominally the skulk's leader. Or if she said anything, he kept it to himself. Ed was the friendly furr, in either form. He was bisexual, and tended to prefur whoever he was with at the time. Not actually promiscuous, but he was the one who knew members of the other skulk. Not just by reputation, either.   Vanillas tended to react with fear to Weres, and when Weres tried to fit in, the vanillas tended to lash out. Think angry mob with pitchforks, that kinda mentality. So Kev was uneasy, as he was anytime in public, but especially because he wasn't sure they would accept him. The other Weres scented him, and knew he was new to the Were lifestyle. The vanillas only accepted the bipedal fox when they thought it was a great costume. Which is probably why Kev kept close to Leeza, his maker. She knew how new Weres felt, having been one herself, but she didn't want Kev hovering over her. She knew he was uneasy, and she didn't just order him to go away. She suggested he might like to see the control booth, and at least he didn't flatten his ears and sneak away dejectedly. As a matter of fact, when Kevin saw the corner stairway, he brightened considerably. He was accosted by a rather beefy Werewolf, who intimidated the smaller fox, despite the fact the wolf was just in the fur. The vanillas thought it was a costume, and besides, the thick dark fur hid his wolf junk.   However, any Were has better vision than humans, and Kev saw the curves. Alexander was impressive for a wolf, so Kev felt intimidated since he wasn't that big for a fox. I'm talking guy parts, not just height. \* Al was there to prevent anyone interfering with the party entertain- ment. But Kevin had been looking around, and not just at the various vixens' curves. He knew his paws itched to caress them, and he didn't want to create an embarrassing scene, so he reluctantly sheathed it and looked at the lighting equipment instead. Now speaking of the fur, when two canids meet, they have this rather atavistic habit of, er, sniffing each other. As the bigger furr, it was up to Al to signal his acceptance of the ritual, and Kevin's role was to go down on one knee to show respect. The actual ritual was one of dominance and submission. In the old days it would be much rougher, more like their animal ancestors. You know that wolves fight with teeth and claws, to knock the other down on his back and bite the throat. With animals, it's literally submit or die. The defeated wolf either whimpers, or he's killed and the challenge ends. If the winner chooses to accept the loser's submission, there's a chance they'll have to repeat the fight later.   With Weres, they're people, so the fight has become ritual. Especially for the fox, both knew he was no match for the wolf, so they didn't need to test. Kev knew he was weaker, and knelt to Al with his snout down. Al found his bushy lupine tail and swished it around him. Al presented his brush to Kevin. The submissive furr sniffed and raised his own tail over his back. Now without the shorts this would have been a bit lewd, and made Kevin vulnerable. That was the whole point of admitting he was weaker. And foxes are generally submissive anyway. Al saw the fox swaying gently and raising tail. It was an act of submission, and he grinned wider. Another male, on his knees, tail up ... He shook his head to clear it and recovered his own brush, walked around the motionless fox and gripped his tail, accepting the offer. Al sniffed, and rather liked the gentler musk of the fox. Kev tried to sound casual, but the fox wasn't able to keep the squeak out of his voice. Al liked the smaller fox being scared of him and let the Were talk about the unused spotlight. Kevin had run a spotlight at his high school parties, and asked to try this one.   Now I don't know what the pro spotlight union says about walkons, but Al was willing to call up on his headset and ask the tech director for a few minutes' talk. Antonia was a sexy slinky woman, and she briefly changed shape to reveal she was a cat Were. Kevin was intrigued by the short snout and whiskers. His own sexy pointy snout quivered, and Al's wider one broke into a grin. The silly fox sure lived up to his species' reputation. Antonia kept her cat face on as she spoke to Kevin. \* Well, the spare spotlight worked, but they were short of operators, and Antonia was willing to take a chance. Maybe she was intrigued by the socially shy fox becoming confident in his limited task. She walked back up to the booth and accidentally brushed Kev's leg. Al noticed, and he tended to think about Antonia's tail a bit. Anyway, Kev and Antonia talked a bit, and she let him up the ladder to the spot tower. The light was supposed to track the audience, and bounce around playfully, but its power meant it couldn't just be turned on and off like a reading lamp at home.   No, it had to be started low and idled, warmed up more like a car in winter. In lighting terms, it had a transformer with several settings, starting with low voltage and working up. Kev knew enough about followspots to recognize the process. It pleased Anto that the untried fox seemed now so sure of himself. He took the time between stepups to test the spot's iris, shutter, and focus controls. That particular spot was a bit of a beast, it needed maintenance, and it was a bit cruel to start Kev on it. Trial by fire, kinda. The Halloween party continued. The factory floor was covered by about a hundred people in various costumes. The vanillas danced with witches and goblins, seeming unaware of the Wiccans and other pagans celebrating Samhain rather that the Christian usurpation of the holiday. And none of them knew that the furry people they were gyrating around were in fact not in costume but their own furry Were bodies. The party included several local music bands, none professional. When Kevin Werefox finally got Ol' Bess up and running, the 60' throw was easily eaten up by the darkened factory. He played it over the near crowd, where it was still bright enough to reflect off the shiny costumes.   Kevin made sure to swing Bess up to the stage, to draw the crowd's attention to the next act. He had scented the Werewolf quartet as well as the yummy Vixen backup singer. None of the vanillas knew they were all in their real fur and snouts. This band had chosen a few 'blast from the past' songs, and as soon as the fireworks started onstage, Kevin heard the intro drumming and knew the song. It was a cover of an instantly forgettable glamour rock headbanger from an old TV sci-fi show about a time traveler who changes history for the better. He'd go stop lynchings or murders, or figure out where a kidnap victim was. The episode this song was from was about preventing the lead singer from being murdered. He'd always pop into someone's life, muck it up a treat, and then have to recover the person's reputation while stopping a crime. \* The lead headbanger strutted up to the microphone, working his axe like he didn't care about his fingers on the tight wires. His voice was already hoarse. "She stood six foot four, barely fit through the door, Her hair was the color of fi-yer",   He was drowned out briefly by the drummer and lead guitarist, who seemed to be competing with each other and an imaginary jet engine. "Come on baby take me high-yer." All four musicians joined in together, so Kev figured this was the chorus. "Rock the Redhead, all night, Rock the Redhead, all right..." There was more, but the sudden explosions and flames hurt the eyes and ears of the assembled Were-folk. Sometimes having more sensitive hearing and vision than humans is a real problem. And that seemed to be the end of the lyrics. Of course, the TV show wasn't a concert, and the writers just made up a few lines to show the group all made up. Kev figured the ep was just a take-off on the American group KISS, from the 1980's or so. Anyway, Bess the spotlight was indeed old, and although Kevin had been correctly careful about warming her up, she hadn't been used and the dust had gathered all over the mirrors and lenses. And especially the quartz-halogen humongo-bulb. Kev had erroneously assumed that if the factory owners had repurposed the place as a nightclub, they'd naturally keep all their equipment carefully maintained. He would, so he thought everyone would. You know what 'assume' means...   Light bulbs get hot when they're used. They don't call it 'burning' for fun. Home incandescents only use a fifth of the energy (watts) they use up to make light. All the rest goes into heat, and is wasted. Now, theatrical bulbs tend to make more light, but they still get way hot. A typical EGE 500 watt bulb lasts about 2000 hours, and DTA 1500 watt followspot bulbs only 50. When the dust in Ol' Bess gave out, she exploded in a shower of sparks that made a really cool encore for the Were band's stage theatrics. However, standing with his left cheek on the housing in order to sight his aim, Ol' Kevvy was not entertained. When Bess blew out her left, it was away from Kev's eyes. The explosion itself didn't hurt the Were. It was his reaction that hurt him. Instinct is great for escaping predators, but thirty feet up a ladder isn't a good place to try to jump away from things. Luckily for Kevin's body he was on a platform, and the chain-link fence was four feet high like a protective cage. All Kev did was bounce off the chain-link and collapse in a heap. But his confidence evaporated, and when he felt the ladder vibrate from somefur climbing up, he got so scared he was in trouble for damaging the followspot he cringed and stuffed his furry butt through a hole in the fence where a clamp had broken.   He didn't even seem to feel the pain as the rusty steel scraped over his rump and left some nasty cuts. He was too scared, and surprised, and deaf and blind from the explosion. And he didn't notice he was hanging off the platform, thirty feet in the air over a hard concrete factory floor. With just a few broken clamps for pawholds. \* Weel, here's the cliffhanger for the next commercial. Sorry people, Kev didn't fall to his squishy-pile death. I know readers have a gory side. But the platform was big enough for Al the hunky WereWolf to climb up and fire- man's carry ol' foxie down to the green room. Kevin wasn't actually damaged, and Al felt him up rather a treat to check. No broken bones, no internal injuries. The club director shoo'd the big lupine and wanted to check Kevin out herself. Just to avoid legal liability, mind. Antonia led Kevin up the back stairs to her small apartment. The fox was still in shock from his brush with death and she wanted to reassure the male, give him something else to think about.   When she'd flashed her considerable cleavage he'd seemed to perk up, and not just his attitude. Why men were so interested in a femfur's body she didn't know, especially since her thick feline fur covered her nipples. Maybe men kept expecting a fur malfunction so they could see. But only cubs suckled, so what was the interest? Oh, Anto liked being sucked, or a lover's paws kneading her rounded flesh. Hell, she touched herself there occasionally herself, just cause it felt good. Kevin was a male, and she could tell even though he wore shorts. Of course she could also scent, and he seemed to lack self-confidence. Not a male she'd choose to spend her life with. Although, him being a fox had advantages. The body changes the Were virus forced on their bodies changed their reproductive systems, and although she'd have to be careful with other felines, the fox was canid. Granted a vulpine wasn't a canine, like a Wolf or Dog. And that was the point. Antonia was a healthy female WereCat, and Kevin a healthy male WereFox. She could indulge her ancient and modern desires with him, and not have to worry about having kittens.   She didn't want to take time to care for kittens, as her sense of respon- sibility would make her do. She wasn't the kind of kitty who had kittens indiscriminately, as \*certain vixens\* had pups. Kevin had recovered his hearing and vision. He was still a little fuzzy in the mind, but he recognized a a sexy feline when he saw one. He wasn't one of those people with species prejudices. As they reached her apartment, of course she needed both paws to unlock the door so she propped Kevin up against a convenient wall. Kevin rather enjoyed being propped, because she was warm and furry against him. He also liked his new furry body. All this time he'd stayed Fox, and it wasn't just to avoid the vanillas finding out he wasn't in a Halloween cos- tume. He was aware the fur had helped protect him, and he had the singed smell to prove it. As they entered, he sorta stumbled against Anto, and the Were was strong enough to take the weight. But she figured he was making his move, and she chose to go along with it. The couch was strategically placed across the narrow hall from the door, and she managed to turn the Fox so she landed on top.   Now, if you've ever fallen over on a male wearing just the fur and shorts, you know there's a lot of fur contact and a chance for some osculatory action. This wasn't Antonia's first couch wrestle, and she'd reached around Kev to adjust his brush, so he wouldn't bend it painfully when she landed on him. Despite the difference in muzzle length Kevin seemed willing enough to let the rough kitty tongue slip around his lips. Antonia was the aggressor, so Kevin knew he had her consent. He hugged the woman, and nothing hurt. She didn't pull back, and in fact slipped her paws around her new couchmate. Kevin wasn't thinking so clearly, and it wasn't just the shock of the projector blowing up. There was some necking and gooey kissing, but you don't wanna read about that, do you? Wink. \* For those who do, males and females can do stuff lying together on a couch, other than going for the gold immediately. Kevin had been rather kinky and submissive even before going Fox, and it was part of his charm that had attracted Leeza.   Now, before you get all upset that I'm not portraying Weres as Hollywood horror-movie cliche villains, ask yourself how many you've actually met. They're not the snarling-animal, I'm-gonna-rip-you-up-and-eat-you! horrors you've seen in movies. And the red-glowing-eye thing? Total bull waste. Take an analog flash photo of your friends, you'll see red eyes, because the flash is so bright it reflects off the retinas in their eyes. That's all it is, blown \*way\* out of proportion. Now I'll admit that George has a rough side, and a few members of other skulks cultivate the uncontrolled-animal-rage thing just to keep you vanillas away from your pitchforks. And when a Were gets horny, watch out! Stay out of his way if you want your throat! Or her way, cause lady Weres often want some action too. Which brings me back to Antonia Werecat and Kev Werefox. Neat segue, huh? Kevin had followed Antonia upstairs to her flat, so he'd enjoyed seeing her skinny kitty tail waving, and the curves of her rump, thighs, and hips under the skirt. Anto was dressed quite modestly for a Were, and even for a vanilla human.   Antonia was interested in seeing Kevin's curves under his shorts, and it was to avoid any legal liability issues. She knew Ol' Bess hadn't been used of course, but she too thought it'd been dusted out if not cleaned. Now that Bess had exploded, it made a cool display, but she'd have to spend money to replace the old girl. And Antonia wanted to check out Kevin's rump, because he'd scraped it and she didn't want him to get infected. Well, of course he \*was\* already infected, by the Were virus. As Antonia removed Kevin's t-shirt, to check his fur for injuries, she noted the patch on his left shoulder where he'd been bitten. She was a little concerned the fur hadn't already regrown, but perhaps Kev's immune system was still struggling. Antonia was also concerned with Kevin's skinny fox body and muscular chest. As I said his vulpinity was improving him, and his new skulkmates insisted he work out, to sculpt his new fur body. In order for Weres to get larger and beefier in Were form, they have to work out and eat more. Mostly meat, because they go Carnivore as Weres. But the body uses up the food to make muscle, so you don't see any fat Weres.   OK, Antonia was a warm female and wanted to check out Kev's new fur body for other reasons than medical curiosity. \* With the shorts on, she couldn't check him out, and she was determined to help him forget the pain of being under her on his injured rump. Tongue wrestling is useful for that, because males have two heads. After a lovely period of aerobic exercise, the two Weres came up for air, and Kev was willingly amused to let her roll him over a bit. The scrapes bled a little and stuck to his shorts, which hurt and made the male hold his breath. Under the shorts Kevin also wore men's bikini briefs. The skimpy material covered his front curves decently, but allowed the curves to show, which was interesting to the kitty. In case you didn't know, clothing tends to rub fur and becomes a bit uncomfy. Antonia wanted the fox more comfortable, and Kev was willing to lie on his tummy while she got the alcohol to clean his wounds. The fur got in the way of her work, and she asked him to go human for a bit. She promised she wouldn't look at him if he was embarrassed without the fur.   Kevin hadn't yet learned to shape-shift just part of his body yet. He also had trouble shifting repeatedly, and he might have to stay in human form over- night. But he did shift, and she watched as his russet fur retreated and his bones cracked and reformed. The reason movies portray Weres as monsters is the change is painful at first. Now, the Full Moon is lovely and sexy-curvy, and lonely Weres do indeed howl, but it doesn't force us to go furry. We can do that any time we want. Antonia kept rubbing Kevin as he shifted, to distract him. He enjoyed the concern, almost as much as he enjoyed Leeza and Alice... Never mind, email me if you're adult. Now I don't know if you've been wondering about how Weres can wear clothes. I said the fur gets itchy, and the thing is, Anto was female but she was still more muscular as a WereCat. The pointy ears tend to stay even in human form, she just covers them with her head hair. So next time you fondle a woman, just stroke her head and brush the hair back to see if she's a Were. Oh, do men too if you like and he consents. I don't judge, cause I'd be a hypocrite.   As Anto and Kev stroked each other they got a good look and feel. Anto had been Were for a few years, and the kitty group she went out with rather flaunted their unnatural beauty and strength. Lots of Weres get bored with vanilla human attempts at thrills and go looking for more. Not necessarily a challenge, just something further out of the mundane. You know, squeezing through small fence openings, sneaking in old buildings, being stealthy. Kevin's skulk was trying to get him out of his shell, and he let Leeza his maker goad him into some unsavoury activities. You know mischeivous Foxes ... Anyway, clothes. Well, they have to be loose or very stretchy, or they rip. Yeah, this time it's just like the Hollywood movies, except they have to let prudes watch, so they can't show a man's pants ripping as his thighs bulge and his tail thrusts out. Or the other bulges that get bigger. Look, as I said, the fur covers every- thing, so let it grow and cover the naughties. People shouldn't be staring anyway. But that's what \*really\* scared the humans in that King Kong movie. The ape was 132 feet tall, so his parts were ...   Well, I don't pry. Read the Walter Wager book, an unauthorised bio of Skull Island's biggest resident. \* Anyway, book references aside, Kevin was lying in human form on Antonia WereCat's lap in her flat. His rump wasn't nearly as interesting in the flesh, and she just rubbed him up with the medicinal alcohol. He tried to take the pain at first, but she had rather a mean streak, or at least a competitive one. To be blunt, Anto enjoyed making the male tense up, grunt and cry out in pain. I think she wanted to dominate him, and he was wondering how he'd let himself get into this mess. Anto had seemed very concerned for his health, but it was her idea he climb up Bess's tower, her idea he look along her to aim. Her lack of warning that got Kevin injured, and her idea to do him herself in the flat. Kevin was definitely acting mischeivous as a Fox, and it had come back to bite him in the rump. Or at least sting a lot. Anto cleaned out his scrapes and wasn't any too polite about feeling Kevin's human form either. If you've ever been felt up by a Were, you know it can be intimidating. Anto was definitely checking Kev out, which was surprising since he didn't have much of a body as a human. Maybe she was trying to get Al the beefy Werewolf jealous, but Kev would be roadkill if he did find out.   Now I forgot to tell you about Antonia Werecat and Alexander Werewolf. She had her teasing side, and he just liked rubbing her furry body and covering her. If you know Werecats you know Anto liked it a bit rough, and she enjoyed a good cover and ruff bite. I mean the fur around her neck, but ok a bit of rough biting too. She could give Al a run for his money, and liked biting him and being bitten. She hasn't told me who bit her the first time and made her Were, but it was out West somewhere and she had plenty of room to roam. Al had been Down Under when he fell in with a Dingo gang, and the hazing was a turn with Laura the Wolfess. She was an animal, and rougher than he was as a human. He survived, partly cause he was big enough to hold her down and play with her bushy tail, which she quite enjoyed. Anyway, Anto and Kev. Tease, I keep branching off and leaving you hanging just when I get to something fun. You may enjoy leaning back, relaxing and hanging out. She was enjoying her power over the male in human form, and took advantage of his nervousness.   Despite lying on his belly over her thighs in a rather humiliating position, Kevin wasn't objecting to the rumpwork. In fact he'd been a bit of a fetishist before meeting Leeza and going Were, and he quite liked a mild spanking. Antonia bared her kitty claws and rubbed over the bare flesh. He was in a bit of pain from the rusty fence scrapes and her cleaning him, and felt her desire to dominate him. kevin liked being dominated, and one thing led to another... Now, under the Safe Sane and Consensual Guidelines to Adult BDSM roleplay, it's actually the submissive, the one taking orders, who's in charge, saying whether the play is OK, or to go slow, or even to stop. It would be fun for Kevin to submit to a strong Werecat Domme. I called this Make Love the WereFox Way, and I'm getting into mixed species. If you get offended that's kinky, I warned you at the start. So there. \* Source: https://sofurry.com/s/lmXKZL6e Part of the series FurryShots Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/604464-penal-2.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/949740-wolfy-1.md