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Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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While He’s Asleep

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Waffle

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Flint and Waffle pressed into one another, the otter-bear’s arm casually slung across his wolfy partner as he snuggled in close. The light of the TV screen and the action film (unfortunately, it was not really holding Waffle’s attention) glanced off their muzzles, the otter-bear’s thick tail hanging over the edge of the sofa in their familiar living room.

“Mm…”

Waffle murmured into the wolf’s shoulder as he leaned in close, feeling how heavy and soft and warm his body was. Of course, the two of them were just in their underwear, Waffle wearing a comfortable pair of boxers while the wolf was in boxer briefs that hugged his package, but that was normal when the weather picked up. It was just too warm in their home to wear much more than that, even though they had to be careful about anyone managing to catch a glimpse of them, perhaps when they had packages delivered.

It was much less of a concern in the late evening after darkness had fallen and the curtains were drawn, of course. The wolf grinned faintly and rubbed behind the otter-bear’s ear, though Waffle didn’t respond.

“Hm? Waffle?”

Flint spoke softly, turning down the sound on the TV a couple of notches, although the wolf had a feeling he already knew what had happened. Shifting gently, he turned towards the otter-bear and stroked his brown-furred shoulder gently, although Waffle did not stir. Out cold, the otter-bear’s breathing came slowly and steadily, taking deep breaths as slumber overwhelmed him.

The wolf licked his lips, hiding his smirk for no real reason as he ran his fingers down Waffle’s arm, testing just how fast asleep he was. Yet Waffle was known for sleeping rather heavily and that time was no different, a couple of drinks and a long day easily getting the better of him.

Waffle would love knowing I’d done things with him while he’d been asleep…

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It was, of course, something the two of them had talked about before, though Flint absolutely would not have done such a thing if they hadn’t. Little kinks and curiosities went a long way as Flint nipped lightly at the otter-bear’s neck, his paw travelling down Waffle’s body to his hip. He nuzzled into Waffle’s neck with a low grunt and a groan, his nose questing a little lower to his chest and the nipples that were subtly clear through his fur. It was easy to coax them to needy peaks as he tried his luck teasing the otter-bear, but Waffle did not even stir or grumble in the slightest.

That gave the wolf liberty to be bolder, to push further. He swallowed hard, his need rising and heart hammering in his chest, as he groped the otter-bear’s rump, though he could only get to part of his butt with how Waffle was sitting, slumped over a little, on the sofa. But how far could he really go without waking Waffle? Only trying would show him in that regard…

Dipping his fingers, slowly, inside Waffle’s underwear, he reached for the otter-bear’s sex, his fingers slowly sliding against his folds. A warm, wanton cunny greeted him as he teased the tip of a single digit lightly around Waffle’s entrance, his own need throbbing again and rising from his sheath as he found the otter-bear wet already.

Damn, that’s hot…

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He would have liked to growl and push on, to allow more feral inclinations to make themselves known in the moment, but he couldn’t. Keeping Waffle asleep for the time being was of the utmost importance, even if it would not at all be a bad thing if the otter-bear woke up – it would merely change the course of their fun together.

Gently, he worked his finger back and forth inside the otter-bear, growing increasingly confident with every thrust, adding a second. He pressed the heel of his paw over the otter-bear’s clit, stimulating him a little more, but Waffle seemed out cold. If not for the persistent rise and fall of his chest, the wolf may have thought something more was amiss, but there was nothing out of the ordinary when it came to the otter-bear.

Only the wolf playing with him. Easing the otter-bear down on the sofa a little, so he leaned heavily back against the cushions and his hips were scooted to the edge, the wolf held his breath. Would that be enough to wake him? Apparently not – so Flint hastily tugged at his boxers, his own shaft throbbing in a meaty bulge that swelled through his own boxer briefs. At least he’d been wearing boxers, which were an awful lot easier to remove from a sleeping otter-bear than tighter, figure-hugging underwear.

Still, he drew them down to Waffle’s hind paws, past his thick thighs, and let them stay on his one ankle, lifting the other to wiggle them off. The more he moved him, the more chance there was that Waffle would wake up – and he didn’t want that. Not yet, at least, not until he’d given the otter-bear the fun he wanted, what he’d talked about, with heat in his cheeks, last time.

The wolf had to be slow, however, and patient. If he moved too quickly, he’d wake Waffle in an instant and his skin prickled with far too much excitement even then to call a halt to his enjoyment right then and there. Slowly, an ever-increasing amount of the otter-bear’s fur was revealed, parting his thighs to allow the lighter brown fur to show through as Flint licked his lips.

His shaft rose to attention with a stringent throb, the length of it already aching for him. He pushed over the otter-bear slowly, moving between his legs patiently until the head of his cock brushed Waffle’s folds. He would have parted them more gently with his fingers to help his shaft slide inside, but even that felt like a little too much when he was making an attempt to touch Waffle as little as possible.

Too much would be over stimulating and the wolf clenched his jaws as the head of his member found Waffle’s wet heat, letting out a low grunt as he pressed inside. His shoulders rounded and he licked his lips again, half turning his head away – but he had to look back a heartbeat later, unable to drag his gaze away from Waffle for all that long indeed.

His partner mumbled and stirred mildly in his sleep, but didn’t shift too much as Flint patiently buried every inch of his shaft deep up inside him. The otter-bear laid back with a light snore and Flint grinned, unable to help himself. Could Waffle be any more adorable?

He thrust slowly, testing out the limits of what he was playing with, how far he could push things before Waffle stumbled closer to the waking world once more. Yet Waffle only mumbled lightly again, moving his lips, as that cock pushed into him, dragging back slowly only to drive in once more.

What better gift for Flint to give the otter-bear, when he wanted to be fucked while sleeping so very much? He grunted, trying his best to keep his need under wraps, but it was hard to do anything like that when desire snarled at the core of his being. He wanted to push even further over Waffle, cover his body with his own, but that could not be so – not unless the otter-bear was to simply startle awake with his cock stretched open his cunny.

That wasn’t a bad way for the otter-bear to wake up in the slightest, of course, but Flint was sure there was more to that moment he could play out, swallowing his grunts and groans with all the willpower he had in him. Flint barely even thought he had much of that at the best of times, but he didn’t want to slow his pace, instead speeding up as he thrust, instinct taking over.

“Mmm…”

He hummed lightly under his breath, allowing himself that. It was all he could do, huffing hotly as his own warm breath tickled his lips. His cock felt like it was throbbing with every pulse of cock into his shaft, but it was the otter-bear’s tight inner walls closing around him, pulling and tightening marginally that alerted him to Waffle waking up. Not quickly, but enough that he knew he only had so much time left.

Deep in sleep, the otter-bear stirred and rocked his hips a little, trying to roll to his side and finding he wasn’t able to. Something blocked him, but it was difficult for him to understand what or even the idea of what was happening as he swam up through the fog of the dream world. The otter-bear grunted, feeling his body vibrate, warmth coursing through him.

That was hardly a bad thing in the slightest, however, so he allowed it, resting there pleasantly as his body tingled with desire. That was unusual, but the otter-bear parted his legs even more widely as pleasure rose within him, wanting it, aching for it. A deep part of him groaned, lips parting, but he didn’t want to do more, to say more, just letting it all happen to him.

“Oof…”

Someone grunted above him – Flint? Waffle blinked a little, eyelids fluttering, a part of him trying to push up, but he didn’t feel like he was sitting up on the sofa so much anymore. He’d slumped back, somehow, but he felt so warm and so heavy that he didn’t want to move, his body being lightly jostled.

“Mmph?”

Slowly, he blinked back to reality, though he was hardly surprised at all to find Flint above him, even if he didn’t expect to feel so hot and full. It took him several long moments to realise what was going on there, though the wolf’s grunting thrusts brought him crashing back to reality and the present moment, even if he was still sluggish and sleepy.

“Ah…”

Waffle tried to form words, heat surging within him as he was fucked and filled, barely even able to grapple with the notion that the wolf he loved was fucking him – and he’d been asleep! Desire rolled and he tried to grasp the wolf, but his arms were too heavy, refusing to obey him after only then coming back to the waking world.

It was enough, however, as he squeezed around the wolf’s cock and revelled in the moment, savouring everything as if he could commit it to memory. Oh, Flint had been a sneaky sort that time, but he licked his lips readily, only to have them captured in a deep, lustful kiss from the wolf.

As he was fucked, his body responded, clenching around Flint’s cock in an attempt to steal as much pleasure from his partner as possible. Waffle’s mind had not been aroused, not like his body, so he couldn’t come to the point of orgasm, not yet. But it was more than worth it as the wolf sped up, thrusting hard and grinding into his partner, kissing him deeply and passionately as his tongue flicked up against Waffle’s within the otter-bear’s mouth.

He couldn’t stop, not then, and Flint howled as pleasure overwhelmed him, knot swelling and pressing up sharply into Waffle’s pussy. Rolling his hips up to the wolf, Waffle shared in the moment along with him, though it would not be any time at all before the wolf’s paw was down between their bodies, gently teasing his clit and bringing him off too, for Waffle would not go without by any means.

Perhaps even fucking his partner while he was sleeping could be considered a form of foreplay, though one that brought Waffle sharply into the moment, where he could cling to his partner and moan out his desire. As the wolf spent his seed into him, he kissed him back, paws finally raising to close around a bicep and a shoulder, holding Flint to him as if he had any thought in his mind at all that the wolf was going to pull away.

Soon, Waffle would be moaning in bliss too, but Flint had already given him the best surprise of the evening he could have done.