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Jake pressed his paws up against his face and squeezed there, grinding the heels of his palms against his closed eyes, lips drawn back in a frustrated grimace, no closer to sleep than he had been when he had first lay down. Again and again the events of the night passed through his head, chugging along like a silent film on repeat: his usual visit to the gym, himself feeling far inadequate compared to everyone around him, yet pushing through regardless; then looking around the space for a flash of white fur, broad shoulders, hefty breasts, bared nipples along her belly, heftier bulge in her shorts, but not seeing her; and then feeling arms much stronger, much bigger than his own wrap around his from behind and guide him into the proper form, with the so-familiar cloying acridity of her sweat wafting along him as well, soaking into his own fur, staining his shirt, tightening his shorts.

Lucy, her name was, this wolfess who stood a good head and a half taller than him, with shoulders broader than his, breasts each larger than his head, and a sheath so plump and supple that she could dock the entirety of his full arousal inside, as the two had discovered a few times over these past weeks. Today, as usual, she had opted to use him as her sweat rag after her workout instead of hitting the shower, and then had strolled out still in the same stained clothing with him trailing behind, legs shaky, head swimming, nose still burning with the spice of her scent. She had climbed into her car and Jake into his own a few spaces down, and he had put in the key, turned the ignition… waited… waited… waited.

And then after some twenty minutes of trying to figure out the problem, various other gymgoers trying to offer their assistance, the mutt had nervously turned to Lucy to ask for a ride home. But she must have misinterpreted what he had meant, then, because very quickly Jake realized she was taking him along a different route, and now he had to spend the night in her house, in her guest room, in a bed which smelled nothing like her, with unfamiliar surroundings, sounds, and smells all around him – and all the way through he still worried about his damn car back in the gym parking lot.

Jake drew the sheets further up across his body, the thin fabric teasing across the sensitive points of his own nipples further down along his belly through his shirt. Lucy had definitely noticed his a few times before, but so far hadn’t commented on them; heart thumping in his chest with the annoyance of his lack of sleep, he dropped a paw down, spread his fingers, teased gently across the little nubs of soft flesh… shivered, twitched, bit his lip with the sensation.

Hers feel so much… The mutt closed his eyes. Fuller? Firmer, kind of. So much more… there. Mine get hard when… well, when I do, but hers are…

He swallowed again, remained there a moment, then sighed and opened his eyes once more. His arm slid up from under the sheets, reached over to the floor beside him, swung around blindly in the dark, and then finally managed to grab the shirt he had had on today. The places where Lucy had wiped herself by now had dried and become a bit crusted over, along the neck, the back of the collar, the shoulders, but when Jake bunched up the fabric and pressed it to his nose, he could still draw out the familiar sting of her scent-

-and with a quick exhalation, humid breath puffing and mingling among the material, his frustration simmered back up once more. She’s just down the hall, he reminded himself. Like, literally the next door over. I bet if I grumble loud enough she’d be able to hear me. Did I miss my chance for today? I mean, like… Once again he wrenched his eyes shut, taking in another breath of her scent. ...I was so, so fucking hard in my shorts when she was guiding me, but – at least I didn’t cum this time. At least, I think I didn’t. Feeling her boobs against my back, and her breath on my neck… she licked me. Oh, fuck, she licked me, didn’t she? Right across my neck. Jake reached up and thumbed at that spot, and felt the cloying, dried stickiness of the wolfess’s drool still there, crusted across his fur. That’s right. She obviously doesn’t shower at the gym, and then I stopped doing so once I started seeing her, and…

And if I think any more about it, I’m never gonna do anything. The dog sighed again, tossed the shirt down to the side, and then threw the sheets back before he could put a second thought into it. He had stripped off his shorts but kept his shirt on – Lucy had looked him up and down, smirked, and then said, simply, “cute” – and thought only briefly about getting dressed again, before deciding against it and making his way over to the door.

His ears remained perked towards all of the strange, unfamiliar noises throughout the house; why do I feel like I’m doing something I’m not supposed to? Slowly, carefully, he opened the door of the guest room, then poked his head out and looked one way down the hall, and then the other. His bare footpaws shuffled across the thick carpet as he walked, one paw reaching out towards the wall for support, until finally he stood before Lucy’s bedroom door… which stood slightly open.

Wouldn’t she close it all the way, if she didn’t want to be bothered…? I mean, what’s the worst she could do? Jake pressed his fingerpads against the wood, nudged it open, paused… pushed again. She can’t very well throw me out onto the street. I’ve seen her annoyed. It’s not so bad, but then, like… she’s kind of always like that? And…

“Lu…” He cleared his throat, gently. “Lucy?” Then a pause. “...Are you awake?”

Somewhere further in the room, stacked bedsheets rustled and stirred. The wolfess gave a low rumble of recognition.

“I… can’t sleep. It’s just a little weird being – y’know. Somewhere I… don’t recognize, and… um…” Oh God. This is a mistake, isn’t it? “I was wondering if… maybe I could… y’know…”

Another low rumble, and then in the dimness of the room Jake could barely make out Lucy reaching up and rubbing at her eye. Then she swung that arm out, tossed the sheets back a bit, and motioned him forward; trying to keep his tail from wagging, the mutt padded across the room, waited for her to scoot over further, and then slowly lowered himself in behind her-

-and then the nervousness returned. She still had foregone the shower, and apparently had not washed her bedsheets in a while as well: her scent, her aroma, strong and sharp and intoxicating, washed up across Jake and curled around him as snug as the sheets as Lucy pulled them right back up. Her sleek, streamlined body, strung with tight coils of lean muscle, radiated intense heat back around him; is this okay? Jake thought, letting his paw brush across her side, then come up further. She wore neither shirt nor bra, and of course the only thing he could think of was whether she had any underwear whatsoever on – but then his fingers brushed across those same points of her nipples across her belly, and just as quickly jerked back on reflex. Then he slid forward again, spread his paw around her, felt the smooth, tight rhythm of her abs hidden just behind the thick fur… nudged across one of her nipples again, brought his thumb in, pressed, squeezed, sighed into her neck.

Lucy squirmed and pushed back against him, the strength in her body nearly overwhelming even right at the edge of sleep. Jake gasped as the movement nudged him back a bit, then shivered with drawing in another lungful of her scent: with less of the sweat from her workout, it had smoothed and rounded out a bit, but their height difference meant that he could easily tilt his nose down and nudge towards the underside of her shoulder. Even in the darkness of the room he could see the thick, dense puff of coarser fur protruding out from within her folded underarm, and when he angled his nose to nuzzle towards it, that same bright, salty sharpness flooded across him again. He shivered, swallowed, let his lips part open so that he could taste her scent as well, felt the familiar stir begin in his boxers… and then the wolfess against him squirmed again, grunted, and rolled over onto her side. Jake’s paw naturally slid downwards, fingers briefly bunching in the equally deep, greasy bush of her pubic fur, squished down in back by the dense weight of her bare sheath – but then Lucy rolled over further, and with one firm, confident nudge, managed to push Jake onto his side as well.

At first he expected her to push him all the way out of the bed, but then that broad, toned arm wrapped around his chest and yanked him back against her, the lupine’s muzzle settling between his neck and his shoulder, her firm breasts pushing against his shoulders, her fat, plump sheath nestling right up alongside the base of his tail, so that his body naturally, instinctively rocked back against it. She parted her jaws, licked her chops, swallowed – Jake shivered with the sound of wet, sticky strands of saliva pulling, popping, squelching – and then lightened her grip on him, her large paw drifting down across his chest, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, and then finally lifting up underneath.

Again on instinct, then, Jake drew his breath in and shrank back against her, avoiding letting her fingers brush across his own nipples. In response, though, the wolfess growled this time, more than her sleepy rumble, and squeezed her muzzle a little bit more firmly on his shoulder; when he pulled back again, she opened her maw again and this time nibbled at him, fangs sinking into his fur just far enough to dent into his skin underneath, her broad, luscious tongue swirling across to soak through. Jake sighed out, squirmed on his own, and relaxed, though still twitched when the wolfess’s fingerpads slid across two of the nipples along his belly beneath his shirt, then two more… and then the final two as she counted them.

“Mmm.” Her voice tingled through his fur, jaws still parted on his shoulder for the moment, before she drew back. “Oughtta show these off…”

Jake’s ears perked upright. “Huh?”

“Mhmm. Next time we…” Her paw slid up his chest towards his neck and then right back down, spread fingers dancing across as many of the little points of flesh that she could reach. “...head out, let’s… get you in one of my crops. I don’t wash ‘em, so they just get… tighter and tighter as the sweat dries in, and…” Down further, fingers spreading around the base of his own cock, twitching halfway hard. Lucy pressed in there, fingers scooping around, and then started right back up again. “You’d be just… the fuckin’ cutest, showing off your little… I always thought only bitches had these, and then I saw you, and…”

Her muzzle settled into its place along his shoulder still wet from her drool and her arm tightened around him again, this time snug inside his shirt. Jake squirmed, throbbed, nudged back against her again, and drew in another lungful of her scent.

“And we can talk about it tomorrow…” she drawled. Jake held his breath, tasting her aroma, then closed his eyes… and felt the warmth of sleep suddenly much closer than it had been a few minutes ago.

He sighed out, wriggled into a more comfortable position, then took another breath and settled in as well.