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Some of the contents of this story are Sexually Explicit in nature. Please abide by the law of your Country/State/Territory and do not read this story if it is deemed illegal for you to do so. Also, while my writings sometimes contain consensually shady, abusive or violent sexual conduct; this is for the purpose of fictional entertainment only. Don't assault or abuse (sexually or otherwise) anyone against their will: That stuff is not Okay. If you or anyone you know experiences assault or abuse; please reach out to the appropriate authorities.

Story and Characters © Hearted.

There's not as much smut in this one, but I wanted to stick with the story dammit! Hopefully people will still read it. Psh. I promise more smut when it fits!

Enjoy!

Crack!

The oak log tore in two with the satisfying noise. Hearted picked up another to replace it, his muscles flexing as he swung the rusty old splitter. Crack. Another satisfying woody tearing sound filled the clearing around his home.

His life had remained fairly simple after that night. Handy work had been scarce, so most of his time had been spent at his cabin in the forest. He had been fishing to replenish his stockpile of smoked river goods, he had finished reading a great novel - he had even tried to fiddle with his old guitar; but none of it seemed good enough. Life was like some kind of distraction that kept a loose cap on the burning needs inside of him.

Since that night, something had changed; he found himself waking up in cold sweats, the dagger twisting in his side. During the day his mind kept wandering. At first it would be harmless, the various pornographic mutterings that would stir him up and put fire in his veins... but then flashes of that night would turn them to ice.

Not the way her breasts bounced in the moonlight, not the way her mouth had tasted, not even her melody of moans and tight heat. It was the thought of him standing there, stupid, watching her disappearing into the night. Had something happened? Would he ever see her again? Was she okay? His next swing missed the log and lodged heavily in the block under it.

"Fuck!" He shouted to the trees.

Growling, he jerked the axe from the block and with an angry swing he shattered the log, once again grabbing another for the splitting. The wolf had waited a week to try and call her. The call had rung out. He had tried again the following day, the same result. It was driving him crazy. It wasn't lust, it was strange to him. A longing, a bittersweet torture that kept him thinking over and over about her.

He sighed heavily and put the axe down. He hadn't even realised, but by now he was panting from his efforts. The anger left him as he began to collect the pile of small wood and tinder he had wrought and piled it up with the rest. He had plenty of wood, but it was a good way to pass the time and keep fit.

He looked back at his home. It was a reasonably substantial cabin; and even from the outside it looked cosy with the clever use of stone and log. He had one bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom, with a large living area for just about everything else. The wolf shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his boots as he walked in the front door. He was hot and sweaty, the thought brought a flash back of how hot and sweaty She had been.

He grumbled to himself - making his way to the shower; kicking his dusty jeans into the corner of the room. He turned the water on and closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of the cool water washing over his heated skin and through his dirty coat. His mind began to wander.

He pictured her: those beautiful eyes staring up at him while she massaged his groin, that coy smile stuck on her face. Despite the gentle trickle of cool water, he could feel his sheath swelling rapidly. I guess this is happening. He gently began to squeeze himself, his mind wandering back to her naked breasts, swaying gently with her motions as she began to kiss at his emerging member with those soft lips. He growled, leaning up against the shower wall.

His paw slipped around his cock as her lips did. She was so damn eager. Little muffled moans escaped her while she tried hard to fit as much of him as she could into that mouth. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft and he felt a bit of pre disintegrate into the shower water. He let out a long moan, watching that head bob over his flesh again and again. She was playing with herself at the same time; dirty girl! he smiled as he imagined how wet she was.

He could feel his knot beginning to swell... his paw worked over his shaft mercilessly. She had switched tactic, going as deep as she could and holding it all in while her tongue just barely managed to dance around his knot. Hearted let out a gasp, shuddering, his hips bucking into his paw. His body thundered past the point of no return, lust like fire in his veins, pleasure building deep inside. In his fantasy he told her that he was about to cum and he tried to help her off his cock; but she batted his paw away and kept sucking harder and harder...

"Unh!"

The fantasy shattered momentarily as his orgasm washed over him - his lupine seed painting the shower tiles before being slowly washed away. He stood there for a moment with his proud - and satisfied - member in his paw. His mind raced to grip on to the fantasy of her kneeling there with his load in her mouth, winking at him pervertedly - but it was fading fast. He let go of his junk, sighing heavily, proceeding to finish up with the rest of his shower.

Once he had finished towelling off he sulkily prepared a simple meal of smoked salmon, bread and cheese. There was a beautiful summer sunset occurring outside his window, the purple, pink and orange hues contrasting the tree line surrounding his home. Again, it all felt like some kind of distraction, the ache was back and felt as bad as ever.

...

He was chasing her through the forest, the fall leaves flashing by as his focus never left the trail his prey left. She was fast, and he had given her a head start, but even if it were pitch black he would have been able to follow that blossom rich perfume that trailed through the air. Over a log, through a bush, around a rocky outcropping he chased. She wouldn't keep him away much longer.

Stumbling into a clearing, his eyes locked onto her. She was just lying there, her skin almost glowing with the dappled sunlight that danced along it. She was naked, lying atop a picnic rug like it was a canvas for the world's most perfect painting. She must have planned this spot. He was practically beaming as he slowed his jog, in no rush to finish eying her. He lowered himself down next to her, the air thick with her heated scent. He caressed her, moving to press his lips to hers..

BZZZZT. BZZZZT. BZZZ-

The wolf woke up - swearing loudly - his urge to absolutely fucking destroy his phone overruled by the possibility that it might be Amy returning his call. He blinked, clearing his eyes: It was just a friend from the realtor in town. The wolf physically deflated, even though it probably meant work and he needed some money after the last few weeks. He pressed the talk button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Heart? Hey, It's Mick. How're you doing?"

"Fine, you woke me, what do you want?"

"Sorry about that, I just thought you might be interested in some easy money. I could always call someon-"

"No, no... I'm sorry. You know me before coffee." The wolf chuckled, trying to play off his abruptness.

"Yeah, Ha. Listen, there's some folk moving into that old' place off of Maple. They need someone to help them take some things to storage. Probably only a couple of trailer loads, but I know things have been quiet lately..."

"Yeah, Geez thanks Mick. I'll take it."

"Yeah, it's no problem buddy. They'll expect you around Ten. There was a brief pause. H-hey... want to catch up at the Pines tonight? I could use a break from the missus."

"Sure, I'll see you there."

"Arright. Talk later."

Click.

The wolf got up and started his day.

It was cold, at least for October. Hearted held firmly onto his mug of coffee as he drove along the road into town. He had a red flannelette long sleeve on, and was very well aware of the ironic 'lumberjack' look. At least he wasn't wearing suspenders on his jeans today, not that he would be caught dead doing so. The place he was headed was fairly familiar, it was in a corner of town that had a 'back way' to Nex's place. At least, if you had a four wheel drive and half a nut sack on you.

He pulled up. The people were nice enough, a young family of Lions who had moved from a larger house in another state. Hence why they needed stuff taken to storage. The work was easy for the wolf, and for about three hours labour he pocketed two hundred in cash. It would be enough to help him stock up on fishing supplies, groceries and perhaps a drink or two at the bar.

Speaking of which. He thanked the family, making sure to give them his card in case they needed a handyman for whatever, got in his truck and headed back into town toward the bar.

It was a reasonably busy night for the shadier of the two establishments in town. Hearted had trouble finding a decent park, nearly taking out the side mirrors of a prius trying to reverse his way into a tight space. He got out and surveyed his handiwork. There wasn't much wiggle room on either side, but if he managed to get out of his door fine - they should be able to manage to get into theirs. Right? He shrugged to himself.

Heading in the door he almost immediately sighted the chubby lupine sitting by himself in one of the booths. Mick and Hearted had gotten to know each other since Mick had moved into town to set up his Real Estate gig. He had a cute wife, two kids, a decent car. The other wolf saw him walking over and waved.

"I didn't know when you were coming, here, let me get a round."

"Oh no, you do-"

"No it's my pleasure."

Hearted put his wallet away, sliding down into the booth as Mick got up to grab some beer for them. He looked around at the crowd; mostly new faces, a few younger looking guys and girls. Explains the Prius. A relatively tame looking bunch overall. He looked over to the door, which was notably un-manned. He tilted his head.

"Bartender told me to tell you to kick Nex up his ass for no-showing." Mick half giggled out his sentence as he sat down, placing a tall glass of amber before Hearted.

"What, just not turning up?"

"Yeah, no call or nothing."

Hearted pondered it a moment. It wasn't like Nex to simply not show for work; the gorilla was the type of guy who loved his job, who loved to be at work. "Hmmm, strange." He took a sip of his beer. "Thanks for the beer by the way".

"Don't mention it, friend." Mick was always the nicest guy, it was sometimes even cringe worthy.

"Say, how's Cindy and the fam doin'?"

The shorter wolf, took a dramatically long drink from his beer before timidly nodding. "Y- yeah yeah things are good, yeah." The look on his face saying something different. Hearted was awkward with people sometimes, but not stupid.

"So... troubles again?" He gently pried.

"This time she says it's the kids! Oh I'm too tired, you know, those darn kids. Oh I can't tonight, I have to be up for Timmies first day at soccer. Always something new!" The wolf would put on a horrible impersonation of his wife to add to his own bitter satire.

"Ever tried a thing called internet porn?" Hearted tried to lighten the conversation.

"That's just the thing Heart, there's only so many times I can jack it off. I just wish the wonderful, happy woman I married would come back to planet earth." He sighed. "I need something more. Can't you ... recommend someone?"

Hearted gave him a glare over his beer.

"I - I mean, you know, you've ... been around." Hearteds glare darkened, but Mick continued to fumble. "I didn't mean it like that. oh shoot."

"It's not that I haven't had my share of the local girls Mick. It's what you're talking about doing." The taller wolf had a bit of a growl. "Cindy is a gem, Mick. Not only was she the hottest girl in our class, she's as beautiful on the inside and she tries hard with your kids." He cleared his throat, trying to soften his tone. "You know you love her, don't fuck it up on some cheap whore. If there's one thing I can tell you, it's that your heart is more important than your dick."

The portly grey wolf just sat there, staring. Thinking. Hearted punctuated his side of the silence by finishing his beer and going to grab another round.

"Hey, Hearted -"

"I know. I'll go by his place after I'm done playing marriage counsellor."

Steve gave him a wink and a chuckle, nodding to himself as he poured the beers. Hearted took them back to the table, sitting opposite the grey wolf again.

"You're right." Mick sounded like he had put some decent thought behind that.

"I know. Look, I sounded harsh, but you guys should get some proper counselling. You don't know her side of things, for all you know she could be feeling down. You could be pissing her off. Who knows. But if you guys aren't in a space where you can talk openly about it, that's a real problem right there."

Mick just nodded sagely. He then looked up at Hearted with the kind of misty eyed expression that meant he was about to let loose a gushy thankyou tirade. Hearted just held up a paw.

"What are friends for."

They spent the next couple of hours talking sports mainly. It was one of the only things they had in common. It was around eleven when the wolves shook hands in the parking lot and walked to their cars.

Hearted exited the parking lot, heading left instead of right. He was curious about Nex now. He made his way through town and up past the house he had been at earlier that day. A few minutes more down a dirt road and he was out the front of the gorilla's house.

Stepping out of his truck, Hearted got a sense of foreboding. Something was off. Nex's truck was in the carport, and in the headlights of his truck he could see that the mail had piled up and was overflowing the mailbox. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he approached the front door.

Knock, Knock.

No reply. Not even a sound.

"Nex, bud, open up." Worry edged into his voice. The gorilla had once talked about his younger years and some problems with drugs. Hearted had no idea what to do if his friend was inside, slumped over a table loaded with heroin.

"Nex? I'm gonna come in." The wolf grabbed the spare key from inside the electrical box on the porch, but when he went to unlock the door he noticed the handle was loose. He pushed it and watched in mild horror as the splintered frame split and the door yawned open with a creak. It had clearly been forced open.

None of the light switches were working. Flicking on a torch, he frantically searched, but the wolf couldn't see his friend anywhere. Walking through the kitchen he felt his boot slip on something: He looked down to a single smear of... blood.

What the fuck?!

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