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Guilty Love

by Teether

The human Bernard Lee was a pretty simple person. He never wanted anything more in life then to share his art. His art fueled him and he never expected to make it big. At most he had hoped he'd be able to make a living off his art. That dream was far from realized; He spent most of his evenings working as a waiter down at the local hipster diner down in Staten Island. In his free time he spent either doing his paintings or standing around the art galleries in New York. Often times he had hoped that standing near his display in the art galleries would elicit some patrons to come over to him and gush over his work and how great of an artist he is. That never really happened but he kept on hoping as every artist does for compliments.

Bernard stands in an art gallery by his most recent painting; A mix between a surreal style painting and an abstract painting. The painting itself looked like bloody static on an old CRT television and if the onlooker looked at it the right way they may be able to see a screaming face and hand reaching out from the static. Bernard looked over to see two patrons come over and look at his painting for a moment before shrugging their shoulders and moving on.

He sighs and looks down a the bag full of prints he was hoping to sell at the gallery. Not a single one sold and he knew better than to purposely go up to patrons and demand they buy his art, that wouldn't get you anywhere except some awkward glares and maybe disdain. Last thing an artist wants to do is make a bad name for themselves.

He looks around and decides that if his prints aren't going to sell he might as well walk around and see some of the other paintings on display. As he walks around he notes how many of the paintings he doesn’t like and the others he does like he finds himself actively critiquing things the artists could have done better. For a second he thinks about how many artists have probably looked at his art in this gallery and had criticisms and critiques for his work as well. This manages to make him feel more than a little hopeless, he stops looking at the paintings and starts looking down at his feet. After moping for a bit he finally looks up and sees a painting he finds quite intriguing.

The painting is of a World War 3 soldier slowly transforming into a bloodied mouth werewolf. The painting shows each of the steps of the transformation in graphic detail and with each step the soldier’s face grows in terror. He squints at the painting and tries to come up with a critique for it but all in all he really cant find a major flaw. He notes at bottom right hand corner of the painting is a little severed canine tooth with a blood drip coming off of it.

“Is that the signature?” He says out loud.

“Yep” comes a cheery light toned voice from behind him.

Bernard turns around, He sees standing a foot shorter than him a male spotted hyena. This hyena had all the hallmarks of being a typical punk but in a flowery feminine sort of way. He had a red fluffy Mohawk on his head and a pink flower in his ear. He wore a tiny black leather jacket with a couple anarchy buttons on it and a red midriff shirt. His cute butt showed off a pair of pink faded jeans shorts with an obvious green g-string coming out the top. On his feet were combat boots with the toes cut out for the hyenas feet and along his arms and legs were torn up striped stockings.

In that moment Bernard dick twitched a little and he felt an immense guilt. He pushed the guilt to the back of his mind and tried to focus on the feminine hyena in front of him. Bernard looks at the hyena, “Is this your painting? Its very creative, I like it but for some reason I cant tell why. Also why is your signature a tooth with blood on it?”

The hyena giggles, “Cause that's my last name. Bloodytooth. Ash Bloodytooth to be exact”

Bernard chuckles, “Strange last name”

Ash shrugs, “A lot of hyena last names are like that. Not that strange”

Bernard nods, “Yeah my names Bernard Lee. Lee’s not that special of a name”

Ash tilts his head, “Are you from around here?”

Bernard thinks back to his upbringing in Georgia growing up in the suburbs outside Atlanta. He lived in a gated community but never really thought that was weird. In school and in his neighborhood he was pretty much surrounded solely by other humans but never really gave that a second thought. The only time he feels like he began to question his weird non relationship to beastfolk is when a wolf went walking through their neighborhood one time and ended up being rounded up by the police and put in the back of a cop car. That time struck him as odd. It was never until he moved to New York that he regularly interacted with beastfolk. To him their really wasn't much of a difference between us and them other than some weird quirks and outside appearance. For the most part they went to work and school and lived normal lives like humans.

“No I am not from around here” He said.

Ash smiles, “I am not either. I am from Jersey”

“Funny, I don’t hear a Jersey accent”

Ash Laughs, “You got to listen to my voice very closely its there”

“Any particular reason you left Jersey other than it being Jersey?”

Ash sighs, “Well I wanted to be an artist…” Ash holds his arm protectively, “and I didn’t really have the best home life. I am kinda estranged from my family”

Bernard looks surprised at that very personal answer, “I am sorry to hear that”

Ash rubs his face, “Sorry I shouldn’t go dumping stuff like that on strangers”

Bernard smiles, “We don’t have to be strangers. Artists like us have to stick together”

Ash looks up and wags his little tail slightly, “Oh? Your an artist too?”

Bernard points at the bag of prints hes holding.

Ash goes over to a bench close by and picks up his bag of prints, “You wanna trade a print?”

Bernard nods. It wasn't money but it was better than nothing.

Ash pulls out a print of his werewolf painting and hands it to Bernard. He pulls out one of his static horror prints and hands it to Ash. Ash opens up the print and marvels at it.

“Wow this is a pretty cool piece. Will definitely go up nicely on my wall in my apartment”

“You live close to here?”

“Nah I live on Staten Island”

“Me too believe it or not”

“Hey! We should hangout sometime!”

Bernard seems surprised at Ashes willingness to become friends so easily. Now that he thought about it he really didn’t have any close friends, just acquaintances. Some voice in the back of his mind was screaming at him to stay away from the hyena. The voice sounded awfully familiar to his mother’s voice. You moving to New York City? That's a queer city. I don’t want to see you getting involved with any queers.

He shakes the voice from his head and smiles at Ash, “Yeah Id love to. Maybe you can show me more of your paintings”

Ash smiles a toothy smile and wags his stubby little hyena tail. He pulls out his phone and him and Bernard exchange numbers. Bernard is about to say something else to break the awkward silence but his phones alarm starts to go off, “Oh sorry I got to be in work real soon. Ill call you later alright?”

Ash looks a little sad but nods, his tail stops wagging.

Bernard begins to leave but looks back just in time to see Ash sit by himself all alone on the bench in the gallery. Bernard sighs and leaves feeling guilty.

After a couple days, mostly filled with work, Bernard sits down on his crappy torn up cloth couch in his crappy dirty apartment and tries to relax. He takes a deep breath and unbuttons his collared shirt from a long eight hour shift at the hipster diner. Staring into the ceiling he notices for the first time all the stains and cracks on it. He drops his head down and stares into Ash’s painting print hanging on the wall across from him. Bernard looks deeply at the picture and its depiction of transformation and he begins to get flashbacks of how that cute little feminine hyena looked. His cute little face and nose, His his tight little butt hanging out the back of those tight little pink jean shorts, and his noticeable bulge poking through the front of his shorts. All so cute and all so attractive to Bernard. He immediately feels his dick hardening and reaches down into his pants and starts stroking his junk. Bernard imagines what it must feel like to slide his rod into Ash’s mouth or into his cute little ass. He wonders what it would be like to rub his cock against Ash’s member. What does a hyena cock even look like? I bet its wonderful and big

Suddenly, Bernard is wracked by guilt and feels the voice of his mother coming back into his mind against his will. You like cock? Beastfolk cock? Disgusting!

He shakes the voice out of his mind and picks up his phone. He dials Ash’s number and Ash immediately picks up.

“Hello? Bernard is that you?”

“Yup its me. How you been?”

“Not bad. Just working on some new projects”

“Yeah I’ve just been working a lot myself”

“Hmmm”

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to hangout sometime soon”

Bernard could hear on the other end of the phone that Ash’s tail was wagging and hitting something.

“Hello?”

“Oh yeah. Lets hangout! My place or yours?”

Bernard looks around his dirty apartment quite ashamed of its condition.

“Ummm how about your apartment. Mine kinda needs some repairs and cleaning done to it”

“Mines nothing special either but you can come to my place. Ill text you the street address”

“Cool. How about tomorrow?”

Bernard hears Ash let out a nervous little hyena giggle that he tries to stifle.

“Hehe...sure sure. Lets doing it tomorrow around noon”

“Sounds good to me”

“See you then!”

“Bye”

“Bye”

Bernard hangs up the phone and begins to wonder whether Ash was as into him as he was into Ash. He felt afraid to make the first move but wondered if Ash would do that for him. He sighs and lays back in the couch and continues jerking off while thinking of Ash’s cute little butt.

The next day Bernard finds Ash’s little apartment and knocks on the door. From the quality of the hallway in the apartment complex he wasn’t expecting much cleanliness or good design of Ash’s apartment itself. Ash opens the door and smiles wide, his little tail wagging in excitement like usual, “Oh Bernard. Hope it wasn’t hard to find your way here I know this place is a little slummy. Hope its ok for you”

Bernard chuckles, “You have yet to see my apartment. I have no room to judge. Trust me”

Ash giggles and steps back to allow Bernard into the apartment. He takes one step into the apartment and is immediately blown away by how nice it looks. The room is practically filled top to bottom with potted plants and vines. Bernard notes several small Buddha statues and incense towers along with a pristine cloth couch across from a nice tall stereo system. On the walls hang several different paintings. Some more surreal, some more abstract, and some more paintings dealing with transformation with various characters.

Ash stands next to Bernard, “Like it? I am sorry its a little messier than usual”

Bernard laughs, “This place is amazing compared to mine. Very clean and vibrant”

Ash smiles, “You really mean that? Even with the piles of incense dust?”

Bernard nods, “I do. Very chill”

Ash tries to contain a happy little hyena squeal. Bernard Chuckles and thinks. Ash is just so darn cute. I can hardly stand it.

Unexpectedly, Ash takes Bernard’s hand and leads him over to the couch. Ash sits down on one side and Bernard sits down on the other. Bernard feels floaty in the head just from the simple fact Ash touched his hand. He feels like hes floating on cloud nine despite Ash having let go of his hand several seconds ago. Maybe Beastfolk are just more touchy feely then humans? Maybe its just Ash that acts that way? Fucking hell he’s adorable.

Ash smiles, “Do you like the Sex Pistols?”

Bernard looks surprised by the question, “Sex Pistols? You mean that really old punk band?”

Ash blushes and nods.

Bernard had honestly never heard the Sex Pistols but he decided to play along, “Heard some of their stuff a while ago. Thought they were pretty good”

Ash yips happily, “I love them. Loved them ever since I was a wee pup. Do you want to listen to them? I have their album on vinyl”

Bernard smiles, “Sure go ahead. Put some on”

Ash jumps up from the couch and goes over and bends over to get a vinyl record out of the vinyl rack next to the stereo. Bernard watches carefully as Ash’s cute little butt cheeks poke out from the bottoms of his tight little pink jean shorts. He can already feel himself getting hard again but tries to clear his mind and think of other things like all the projects hes been putting off.

Ash takes a while to pick out a record, Obviously wanting to make an impact on Bernard so he chooses only the best one he can think of and puts it on the record player. He carefully drops the needle with his claw on the record and Anarchy In The UK starts blaring out of the speakers. Ash runs over and quickly lowers the volume a bit before sitting back on the couch and smiling, watching Bernard’s face to see if he would get into the music like he does.

Bernard bobs his head along to the music and Ash smiles as he gets into it, “Great right?”

“Yeah pretty darn good. Definitely real old punk”

“I could write down a list of bands for you to listen to if you want if you like the Sex Pistols”

Bernard smiles, “That would be wonderful. I am always looking for new music”

Ash happily yips and pulls out his phone. He types in it for a long time and sends a message to Bernard. He gets the message a looks at his phone. It seems to be a list of 50 different old time punk bands. Bernard nods, “Thank you I’ll check these all out when I get home”

Ash smiles and wags his tail. He blushes, “Can…...can I give you a hug?”

Bernard looks a little taken aback by that but realizes he can’t say no to the cute hyena, “Yeah….yeah sure”

Ash leans over and hugs Bernard tightly, He gets flustered as he realizes that Ash’s bulge is rubbing up against his knee. I could just reach down right now and grab it. What do you think he would say? Would he be into it? Would he be scared?

The hyena suddenly realizes hes grinding against Bernard’s knee and jumps back to the other side of the couch, “Oh! Umm sorry. Didn't mean to make that awkward”

Bernard blushes, “Its ok. I kinda liked it. The hug I mean”

Ash giggles nervously, “Me too”

The sit in awkward silence for a couple minutes while Sex Pistols plays in the background. Ash breaks the silence, “Hey wanna play a board game? I might not have television but I got plenty of cool board games”

Bernard chuckles, “Its been a decade since I’ve played a board game but sure”

Ash gets up and goes over to a shelf full of board games and picks out one. The whole time Bernard admires Ash’s cute little butt again. Ash comes back over and plop the board game on the coffee table and on the box in big letters it says “Arkham Horror.”

Bernard looks at it, “I’ve never played this game before”

Ash gets excited, “Its one of my favorites. Its based on HP Lovecraft and its about you working as a team to fight monsters and travel through dimensions to close portals”

“Sounds complicated”

“Its really not. I’ll teach you the ropes, trust me once you get into it its really addictive”

Bernard shrugs, “What have I got to lose? Lets do it”

Ash giggles and opens the box. He spends about an hour teaching Bernard the rules and then they go on to play the game for over nine hours. They laugh, and joke, and playfully argue the whole time till Bernard starts getting tired and yawns, “Ok I think I am beat, lets continue this another night shall we?”

Ash wags his tail, “You want to hangout again?”

Bernard nods, “I enjoyed myself, I really need to get out more, How about next time we hangout we go to a bar?”

Ash smiles, “Fancy bar or cheap bar?”

Bernard laughs, “Cheap bar, I say we go to Rocket to Venus down the street. Beers shit but it will be a nice play to hangout and talk”

Ash nods, “Yes lets do it! What time?”

“How about noon again? Next Wednesday. Also, bring your portfolio and ill bring mine, We can share each others pictures”

“Ok sounds good”

Bernard nods and gets up to leave but not before Ash traps him in another hug. He smiles and pats Ash on the back. Also, he notices something he never noticed before, A slight musky smell coming off of Ash. At first he was surprised but to him the smell wasn't unpleasant. They break the hug and Bernard heads to the front door, He opens the door but then remembers something and turns around to face Ash, “I was wondering. What did you ever do with the print I gave you?”

Ash smiles, “Its hanging up in my bedroom where I can see it everyday when I wake up”

Bernard smiles a warm smile, “Thank you Ash, that means a lot”

Bernard turns and leaves for home.

Wednesday rolls around and Bernard cant help but find himself giddy and excited in a way that he hasn't felt in a long time. He strolls down to Rocket to Venus with his portfolio in his hands and enters the bar. He looks around for a while to see if he can spot Ash. At first he thinks hes not there but then he spots the familiar butt in pink jean shorts that he remembers and goes over to him. As soon as Ash spots him he immediately leaps up off the bar stool and hugs Bernard. Bernard smiles and feels more welcoming to the hugs Ash gives him compared to their first time together. Bernard sits down at the bar next to ash and places his portfolio next to Ash’s on the bar top. Ash takes Bernard’s hand and smiles, “I am so excited to see you again. I was afraid you wouldn’t come”

Bernard pulls his hand away from Ash’s hand instinctively, “I was looking forward to this all week”

Ash looks sad Bernard pulled his hand away but decides not to push the issue, “Yeah….me too”

Bernard feels guilty about pulling his hand away and tries to redirect the conversation, “You wanna look at my portfolio?”

Ash smiles, “Yeah sure. Show me what you got”

They both exchange each others portfolio’s and begin looking through them, They point out criticisms and compliments for each others work and genuinely enjoy this time with each other. After and hour or two of looking over each others work they order some beers. Both of them order the cheapest thing on tap which happens to be Milwaukee's Beast. It tastes like a handful of rusty pennies but it gets the job done. Both of them have a couple beers each and Bernard begins to notice Ash is a little tipsy. Must really be quite the lightweight.

Ash smiles and blushes a little, “Hey would you be interested in going with me to a punk concert in a week?”

Bernard nods, “Yeah sure, maybe invite some of your other friends. Id like to meet some of your other acquaintances”

Ash frowns and looks into his beer. A silence falls over the bar.

Bernard looks confused, “Was it something I said?”

Ash gulps some spit and mutters, “I really don’t have any other friends”

Bernard looks surprised, “How? Your so nice and outgoing?”

Ash sighs, “I dunno I just never really have. I’ve always been so concentrated on my work I never got around to it. That’s why I am trying not to screw up this chance I have with you”

“Your not screwing it up Ash. Trust me. I like spending time with you”

Ash grumbles and continues to stare into his beer.

Bernard scratches his head, “What I don’t understand is why you don’t have a girlfriend. Your obviously very nice looking and sweet”

Ash sighs a long drawn out sigh, “Cause I don’t like girls, I like guys”

Bernard feels like he knew that but always tried to keep the possibility to the back of his mind.

Ash looks up at Bernard, “What about you?”

Bernard fidgets with his fingers, “I am unsure”

Ash looks dissapointed, “I see”

Bernard looks at Ash and pats him on the back, “If your so lonely don’t you have family to confide in?”

Ash groans, “My family doesn’t want anything to do with me cause I am gay”

Bernard looks sad, “Iam sorry”

Ash rubs his arm, “My mother almost beat the crap out of me when I told her I was gay. She always imagined me finding some big strong tall female to take care of me and give her pups but when that came out it was all over. She didn’t want anything to do with me after that.”

Bernard thinks back to his own mother. I didn’t raise my son to be a queer

Ash sniffles a little, “Guess Iam just bound to be alone forever”

Bernard wraps his arms around Ash and hugs him, “Dont worry, I am still here for you my friend. Your not alone”

Ash cheers up a bit and smiles, “Yeah…..thanks”

Bernard and Ash spend the rest of the time drinking in silence with a little talking here and there about the concert and when it will be.

Bernard thinks to himself, Why can’t I just come out and tell him I am into him? Whats holding me back?

He hears his moms voice creeping back up into the back of his mind and Bernard chugs a beer to silence it.

A week passes and Bernard is excited for the concert. He goes to Ash’s apartment and then they both walk to the venue. Its cold outside and Ash seems to be wearing the same skimpy clothing that he always wears. Bernard asks him if he would like to borrow his pea coat but Ash declines. Ash reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He fumbles with the package and pulls one out. Bernard looks surprised, “I didn’t know you smoked”

Ash trembles a little as he lights the cigarette, “I don’t. I am just nervous”

Bernard realizes that Ash isnt trembling cause of the cold but because of nerves. He looks over Ash, “What are you nervous about?”

Ash looks at Bernard and then turns his face away, “I don’t really want to talk about it”

Bernard nods and tries to avoid the smoke from Ash’s cigarette blowing in his face. They walk in silence for the next fifteen minutes till they reach the venue. Ash has two more cigarettes in that time of silence. They produce their tickets for the front door and are let in. Bernard looks around the venue and is surprised to see a decent amount of people here for such a small show. Ash grabs his hand and pulls him, “Come on! We got to get to the front”

Bernard chuckles and follows Ash, blushing a bit as he feels Ash’s strong yet sensitive hand grasping his own. They push through the crowd and make it through to the front. Bernard notices some people frowning at them for pushing their way to the front but the look on Ash’s face made Bernard forget about the angry glares. Ash looks like a kid on Christmas receiving his most awaited gift. He smiles and looks up at the stage. The gear is already out on stage and a big tapestry on the wall behind the gear says in big scrawling letters, “The Scatterbrains”

Bernard smiles, He knows he’s never heard of this band before. For all he knew they could massively suck but he guessed that at the very least they were probably a punk band. He thinks to himself that even if they ear-bleedingly suck he would still stay for Ash. The lights dim and the band comes out onto stage. As Bernard expected, all the band members were in various punk get up and sporting a lot of tattoos and piercings. They all get to their instruments and the guitarist/lead singer slams his pick down across all of the strings on his guitar. Ash starts hopping and holding up his arms as the band breaks into song. Bernard smiles and simply watches Ash as he hops around so happily and carefree. As the song gets more erratic Ash begins moshing, soon Ash goes over to Bernard and encourages him to do the same. Bernard laughs and starts moshing along with Ash. After a couple minutes a four hundred pound guy slams into the back of Ash and Ash falls over onto Bernard. Bernard gets knocked to the ground on his back and looks up at Ash’s face. Ash gives a big hyena laugh before staring into Bernard’s eyes lovingly. Bernard smiles and gazes back into Ash’s eyes. Suddenly, Ash leans his head down and kisses Bernard on the lips. He tries to pull away but finds himself leaning into the kiss. In this moment he didn’t care who saw the two of them kissing. Ash slides his tongue into Bernard’s mouth and he can feel Ash’s big soft tongue and the taste of burnt tobacco on his spit. In this moment Bernard feels like he cant even hear the band anymore, his personal moment with Ash is all that mattered in the world at this moment.

Ash breaks off the kiss and Bernard looks around, some of the people around them are staring at them. Bernard immediately begins to panic but before he can think about it too much he is pulled to his feet by Ash. Ash grabs his hands and leads him out of the crowd and towards a side exit door. They go through the door and out into a bare trashy side alley that reeked of stale urine. Ash presses Bernard up against the alley wall and kisses him again. Bernard thinks about asking what Ash is doing but before he can even think of the words to say Ash is sliding down the front of Bernard and undoing his pants. Ash pulls Bernard’s cock out of his pants and immediately slides it into his mouth and starts sucking. Bernard wants to tell him to stop, to cut it out and go back to the band but he finds himself lost in the pleasure of Ash’s wonderful tongue. He lets out a big sigh of relief and puts his hands on Ash’s head while he sucks eagerly away at his member. It doesn’t take long before all of Bernard’s pent up frustration is dissolved in a thirty second long orgasm releasing his seed into Ash’s mouth.

Ash greedily swallows all of Bernard’s cum and wipes his mouth, he stands up and gives Bernard a kiss on the cheek while he wags his tail, “You liked that didn’t you? I knew you were gay as hell”

Bernard is at a loss for words, all he can hear is his mother shouting in his head again. He shakes his head to get the thoughts out and doesn’t know what else to say so he hugs Ash. Ash gives out a little hyena giggle and pats Bernard on the back, “I know. I've been wanting to do this for a while but I was worried you would reject me. You still like me right?”

Bernard looks at Ash and smiles with a nod, He takes Ash’s hand and walks with him back to Ash’s apartment.

When they reach the front door of Ash’s apartment Ash is so nervous he fumbles and drops his keys multiple times trying to get them into the door’s lock. After the third time Ash drops the keys Bernard puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles, “Calm down Ash”

Ash smiles back and gives Bernard a peck on the cheek before finally getting the keys into the lock and opening the door. Ash takes Bernard’s hand and pulls him into his bedroom. Bernard notices his painting of the screaming static face on the wall across from the bed and he smiles. Ash stands awkwardly next to Bernarnd and blushes, “So? Who’s going to make the first move?”

Bernard grins and pushes Ash back onto the bed, he gets down and unbuttons Ash’s short pink jean shorts and pulls his green thong to the side revealing Ash’s moderately sized black cock and balls. Bernard grabs Ash’s cock and kisses his tip before licking it. He can tell there is a faint musky smell and flavor but that only makes Bernard’s member stiffen in his pants. He takes the rod into his mouth and begins sucking on it as he fondles Ash’s heavy black balls with his free hand. Ash moans and puts a hand on Bernard’s head as he bobs up and down on the member. Ash’s cock reaches the back of his throat and he gags a little but he’s so in love with sucking Ash’s rod right now that he doesn’t mind. After a couple minutes Ash whimpers and bucks his hips, he moans, “Bernard kiss me. Kiss me please”

Bernard pulls the member out of his mouth and stands up. He strips out of his clothes right then and there, He climbs on top of Ash and kisses him passionately as their cocks and balls press closely up against one another. Bernard reaches down with one hand and wraps his hand around both of their members. He strokes them against one another and marvels at how soft and supple Ash’s foreskin feels against the underside of his shaft.

Ash groans and bucks his hips again against their cocks. He lets out a little hyena giggle and caresses Bernard’s face, “Get up. All this teasing is great but I want you to fuck me”

Bernard does as hes told and stands up. Ash pulls down his shorts and throws them across the room juts leaving him in his little green thong. He rolls over onto his belly and pulls his thong to the side and spreads his cute ass cheeks, “I want you to fuck me hard. Give me everything you got and don’t stop until every drop of your cum is inside me”

Bernard’s dick stiffens as hard as he can hearing that. He immediately climbs on top of Ash and slides his throbbing member into the hyena’s tight little asshole. Bernard moans and shivers as he feels his cock slide into Ash’s tight ass slowly inch by inch. Ash grabs the bed sheets and growls a growl of immense pleasure. Bernard starts to hump Ash slowly at first and then slowly pick up speed. Ash makes a cute little hyena yip with every thrust which makes Bernard even more horny. Bernard reaches around and starts to stroke Ash’s member while continuing to hump him faster. Ash bites his lip, “That's right. Fuck me silly. Fill me with your seed. Make me cum hard”

Bernard does as hes told and fucks Ash with every ounce of his strength. He pounds into him as hard and as fast as he can determined to make the hyena cum. He keeps stroking Ash and notices pre cum beginning to leak from his tip, Bernard rams him as fast as he can and before he knows it the two of the them are cumming simultaneously. Bernard fills Ash’s ass with every last rope of cum in his balls and Ash shoots load after load all over the sheets on the bed. When both of them are done having their orgasms they collapse on the bed side by side, Both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Ash lets out a loud hyena giggle and kisses Bernard on the mouth, “That was amazing!” Ash blushes and looks down, “You were my first.”

Bernard looks surprised but then kisses Ash back, “You were my first too.” Ash’s eyes go wide and he wags his tail, “Then we were meant for each other”

Bernard hears the shouting and screaming of his mother coming back into his head. Ash takes Bernards hand and kisses it, “Bernard……..I think I love you”

The shouting and screaming gets louder to the point Bernard thinks he’s going to get a headache. He shakes the screaming and guilt out of his head and ponders on Ash’s words. He thinks long and hard about it to the point where Ash looks down, unsure if hes being rejected or not. Bernard suddenly grabs Ash’s hand and holds it in his own, “I love you too Ash”

The screaming and shouting and guilt fade away into the abyss never to return.