Daydream Dane
Story by Wolfy Wet Furr on SoFurry
♾️ A little flight of fancy I wanted to share with you all.
Having drawn a Great Dane mom, the inspiration has now nudged me toward fleshing out her husband as well. Enter this gentleman, an imposing, gentle giant who muscled his way into my imagination just yesterday.
The point‑of‑view character in the story could be human or anthro; the name “Wolfy” is simply the one used within the narrative. Feel free to interpret it however you like.
"Day Dream Dane"
By: Wolfy Wet Furr
(Ruff Draft)
Discord rings through the horny fogt in my mind, my friends asking to play Helldiver's. It's been a while, so we all agreed to one mission before bed. I brought a fairly efficient kit for the task, but as we played I realized our host set the difficulty to low. My brain wondered.
As I admired the purple hue of the atmosphere, and both familiar and ancient architecture in the game, deep thuds of heavy paws on wood sounded the arrival of a large presence entering my office. Turning my head put me face-to-face with a huge black nose, with notable distance to reach the intense gaze held beneath heavy brows. My fingers prompted my character to lay prone to dodge incoming patrols as I took in the towering Great Dane's golden brown fur coat, looking the part of a blazer with a white wedge of fur running down his lengthy neck and powerful chest. Backlit with the living room glow next door, his body gleamed with a healthy shine about the edges.
"Greetings, it seems we find ourselves together, and alone. How may I please you?"
Taken with his polite forwardness, almost as much as his jowls fluttering in my face as he spoke, my heart leaped at this chance. "I Wana feel your mouth all over me." I replied bashfully. My hands pet his lengthy neck instinctively, and a smile cracked the salt and pepper along his black muzzle while his thick long tail wagged leisurely. "Feel free to indulge yourself dear lad."
He leaned closer yet, and I reached for the soft fine fur accross the thick drapes of his mouth to tuck my fingers under his jowls. Hard teeth rapped my knuckles as I dragged them against the black of his inner flesh, inspiring a low growl of delight from him.
Pushing past my hands, cushy jowls pressed against my cheek, rubbing at first, before the lip caught and the moist velvet inside of his jowl was dragged down the side of my face, and again on the other side of it. Faintly, I was aware of my digital squad mates moving on, and prompted my character to move with a glance, deleting a patrol with a long hold of my mouse button before holding "W".
The Dane's tongue spilled out against my flushed cheek, leaving trails of spit to cool the heat as the rough flat dragged across my face. The broad pink muscle covered most of my face, and that realization made my already stiff cock throb uncomfortably against unforgiving denim. My lips tried at his tongue tip, pushing my tongue out to taste the slick underside as I sucked on the rim, unable to fit much of his girth past my teeth.
"Allow me to assist you with your discomfort." The words buffeted my face before he lowered his heavy head, tugging the release on my belt with his teeth before catching my blue waist band to tug my pants to my ankles.
"Your so proper." I cooed, twisting to keep my hands busy with keyboard and mouse. More patrols deleted, a round of stim shots for my squad.
The compliment perked the Dane's ears, and he gave his head an elevated side to side tilt. Sensing I was in no hurry, he resumed his journey, pressing his tongue firmly to my chest to drag it up against my neck. Tingles poured down my back, and I tossed a "Re-Enforce" stratagem.
His rasping burned my ears past the headphones as he lapped at my nipples, and nuzzled into my armpit. To free up my arm, I swiveled a bit to offer him my feet. With a gracious lick of his chops, that long neck lowered his head with a bend of his forelegs to curl his warm slick tongue between each of my toes. Shivers darted up my leg, and my toes spread wider to accommodate him before he moved to spreading his tongue against the earth of my feet. Sinking into my chair with a groan made him wag again and a shift in his posture gave me a glimpse of his ruby red cock, pale with firmness, hanging heavily below his haunches.
[3/24/2026 11:32 AM] Wolfy Wet Furr Commission's Open!: My heart was thudding in my chest, and in a moment's clarity I shifted the grip on my peripherals, tossing out turrets, and another long press to delete more digital assailants. Reluctantly, I lowered my tiring legs. Disappointed but undeterred, that loving muscle returned after wetting itself to resume traversing my legs, curling about my ankles and calves, and dragging up my shins.
His eyes were trained on the mildly musky prize straining the snug synthetic fabric, flexed firm with enough arch to tent my boxer-briefs, as I felt his soft cold nose brush against my thigh. My hands clattered a hasty adjustment above before my jaw slacked with a welcome heat being pressed firmly through the fabric to soak into my flexing cock. He paused mid lick, encasing my barely restrained cock in the fold of his tongue as his ear perked to a voice from the room over. "Wolfy has the most kills, what the heck?!"
Curious, I thought I was playing pretty chill. With a huff against my groin, the Dane dipped his head, courteously tugging my pants back up my legs. His fore paw gave a tug of my bum, and I lifted it for him to continue dressing me. It seemed this was his cue to go. Checking the scoreboard, I snerked. "Second most accurate, and the most kills. 'What the heck' indeed."