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Party Favours

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

1stApril, 2023,

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Josh sat outside the door, his grey and white tail wagging from side to side, the two heavily laden saddlebags strapped across the sentient feral wolf's hips resting on the ground. He could hear the loud, almost painful, intensity of the music that was almost making the door shake - yet he remained patient and still.

"Hey!" Josh yelped, trying to be heard.

From the other side of the door was the music and a multitude of voices - and as Josh pressed his cold, dark nose to the crack, he scented a dozen different species - and more than little else - that was happening behind the closed door.

His patience strong, but not infinite, Josh pawed at the door, but due to his paws, he was unable to grip the door knob to turn it. At last, a young human come stumbling up the hallway, reeking of alcohol, before he stopped and stared open mouthed at the grey wolf, who glanced sideways at him.

"Uh..." Gasped the startled human. "Woah, this alcohol must be..."

Josh smiled, keeping his fangs hidden and his broad tongue lolling from his muzzle, tail upright and wagging from side to side.

"You're not dreaming, no..." Josh smiled wider. "You're here for the party too?"

"Uh...party...yeah..." Was the mumbled reply, the humans primal mind telling him to run... run very fast..."

_How amusing it'd be, if he did run and I chased him..._Josh thought to himself, then looked at the door, back at the human, then back at the door again. "Me too - except nobody thought to leave it open, so I an get in - could you please..."

"Uh..." Repeated the human again, keeping about ten feet between him and what he saw as a feral wolf.

"I won't bite you..." Josh rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well, unless you're into that..."

Giving the human his most innocent look and grin, Josh sighed after a moment, then stood up awkwardly and backed to the far end of the hallway. Never taking his eyes off the wolf, the human edged up to the door, backed into it, then swung it open and dashed inside. Before it could swing closed and latch, Josh ran forwards and pushed it open again with his nose.

Noise, scents and scenes filled him to overflowing, as the wild party was in full swing - humans, anthropomorphic people of a multitude of species danced, sat around and...

Josh's eyes went wide, seeing a human and an otter hard at it on the nearby couch - human buried to the hilt in said otter, him squeaking and groaning whilst others cheered them on.

"Right party..." Josh grinned.

Walking inside, he let the door close behind him.

"Josh,my woof!" Came a thunderous bellow.

"Marcus you walking hunk of horse flesh!" Josh laughed and padded over and around people, before he leapt up on his hind legs, foreleg paws slapping the large stud equine in the belly.

Marcus was as naked as the day he'd been foaled - and he topped out at over eight feet high. His hooves were bigger than Josh's head - his heart even bigger. Josh pushed back, looking down at the dark leathery sheath, then back up into the clydesdales eyes.

"What you been feeding that thing?" Josh asked, then dropped back onto the ground.

Marcus grunted and crouched down, unbuckling the saddle packs that were strapped to Josh's hips.

"You bring the good stuff?" Marcus asked, dropping them to the ground and opening them.

"Well,good is a matter of personal taste - " Josh grinned.

Marcus pulled out two six-packs, then looked at a can.

"Mmm, six point two percent? Nice!"

Josh nodded politely to a few friends and acquaintances, before his eyes swept over the crowd.

"Hell of a party Marcus, you do know how to let it all hang out!" Josh snickered.

Marcus' smile was as wide as his hooves. "Yep, best damn party planner - right here!"

He smacked his chest with a paw, making a loud slap sound. Those who were close, cheered and raised their drinks, Marcus turning around and soaking up the accolades and enthusiasm.

"Flaunt it if you got it - " Marcus yelled above the music.

Many tried - none could compete with Marcus...

*

As the party raged on, his stomach sloshing with an assortment of alcohol that made him unsteady on his paws, Josh sprawled on a couch, watching the hard partying people. Some had gone off to the private rooms - some were passed out and a group over in a corner were playing a rather - sordid - game involving a biscuit and masturbation.

Josh mellowed, all the cares and stresses of the world just melted away, as he half closed his eyes and let himself drift along. It wasn't until the door opened and _he_entered...did Josh suddenly come to full attention.

His presence filled the room, all eyes turned to stare at the seven foot tall bull elk who stood in the doorway. Dressed in an expensive suit with a beautiful vest to complement it - his antlers almost brushing the ceiling - dark eyes peering through spectacles...

"Whose that..." Josh whispered, eyes wide.

"That - " Come the half-awake murmuring from the exhausted otter beside him. "That's Tristan, got a giant redwood up his tail, that buck!"

"Tristan, man!" Marcus bellowed, then walked over. "Brother! How you been? Long time, no see!"

Tristan seemed to look down his muzzle at the Clydesdale, stiff and aloof, before there was a pregnant pause - almost awkward, before Tristan grinned ear to ear and embraced Marcus.

"Oof - " Marcus grunted. "Easy big fella..."

Josh's eyes went wide, as he visibly watched Marcus get almost bear-hugged to death by the Elk.

"Oh yeah," Snickered the otter, licking a sticky webbed paw. "Whose spunk is this?"

"Uh...what?" Josh asked.

"You know, us otters? We're like a party favour - get passed around and..."

Josh blinked, then laughed, he couldn't help it. With a cheeky grin, the Otter nodded and slipped down off the couch and walked decidedly bow-legged to go find a new friend.

His attention turning back to the Elk, who seemed to drive an invisible wedge before him, Tristan walked with purpose and looked down at a half-awake fox, who shuddered and quickly jumped off the couch, brushing it down and gesturing for the Elk to sit.

"Such...majesty, he's got it all down pat. Attitude, look, how he dresses..."

Josh couldn't take his eyes off the Elk, who sat and flexed his wrists, before adjusting his sleeves and placing his arms on his trousered knees. He looked like royalty, a diamond amongst coal - such was the presence that wafted from him that was invisible, but evident.

"What insipid delight would please you tonight?" Marcus asked Tristan.

Idly, the Elk merely flicked a leaf-like ear, as he gazed at the remaining guests, seeming evaluating and discarding in equal measure. His gaze flickered over all of them, then with a slight nod, he looked straight at Josh. Rising, Tristan walked over on his polished cloven hooves, then stood before the unaware wolf.

With a startled yelp, Josh looked up - _way_up - the Elk towering over him.

"Uh...hi!" Josh blinked, then gave his adorable smile, tail thumping on the couch.

Seemingly dissecting the wolf before him, Tristan drank him up, from black, cold nose, to the tip of his tail. Lifting his cane up, then gently placed it under Josh's chin, making the wolf lift his head even higher.

"I've never had a wolf before - " Tristan's voice was sibilant and yet filled with the dominance that exuded from him like a wave. "I imagine - you shall be my first..."

"I - " Josh blinked slowly.

"You do know what kind of - " Tristan's lip curled slightly, not in a sneer, but a sort of sardonic smile. "This establishment_is_...correct?"

Josh's ears pricked up and before his brain could speak, his ears went flat and he instinctively said "Yes, sir..."

"Excellent..." Tristan's voice reached Josh's ears. "I have it on _very_good authority... you're have a predilection..."

A...predilection?

Josh's eyes must have shown his confusion, as the Elk sighed softly.

"You like being submissive, correct in my information?"

"Oh, umm..." Josh blushed, wishing he was anywhere but here right now, before his tail betrayed his true feelings and began wagging. "Yes..."

Raising an eyebrow even higher, the stag stared into Josh's eyes. "Yes...what?"

"Sir..." Josh whimpered, then swallowed what felt like an apple that lodged in his throat.

"Good girl," Smiled Tristan "I think you'll do nicely... Now, come with me..."

Josh crept off the couch like a submissive puppy, his tail down as he followed obediently in the Elk's footsteps.

"Have a great time you two!" Marcus laughed, touching a hooflet to his head in a salute.

*

Led to an immaculately decorated private room with four poster bed big enough to sleep six wolves the size of Josh, Tristan looked at it and sighed softly.

"I suppose this will suffice..."

Quietly, Josh stepped in, then heard the door click behind him, before he obediently sat on his haunches, awaiting instruction. Looking over his shoulder, Tristan smiled softly, his standoffish facade sliding off his body like how he started shedding his suit. Not a single movement was unintentional - from the unbuttoning of the three buttons, the graceful way he slipped the coat off his broad, muscular shoulders, right down to placing his thumbs in the vest pockets, looking at Josh.

Josh looked up, then instantly dropped his eyes in a show of submission to the Elk, who smiled and nodded at him.

"Good girl, you know your place - I can be quite good to you, if you take my meaning..."

Josh's tail wagged very slowly on the carpet, as he obediently sat and waited patiently.

Tristan unbuttoned his vest, carefully sliding it off his shoulders and folding it in half, laying it on the couch, before he sat down and leant forwards, unfastening the hoof covers and setting them aside like they were expensive Italian leather shoes.

His gaze transfixed, Josh waited patiently, the elk's movements graceful and refined in everything he did. Shirt come next - the Elk's eyes glancing at Josh, who kept his head down and peeked slyly when he thought Tristan wasn't watching him.

He's so masculine and dominant - Josh thought to himself. Obviously of impeccable breeding and social standing...

Sensuously, the elk rolled one shoulder, then the other, letting the shirt slip down over his dark furred shoulders. This too, was immaculately folded and set aside, then smoothed out until Josh swore, the folds could cut through fresh and bone - they were so crisp!

"Patience, young one - " Come the sibilant voice of the Elk, as he smiled ever so slightly. "Good things come to those pups who wait - especially at their masters cloven hooves..."

Turning his back to the wolf, in a suggestive and evocative, not dismissive way, Tristan unbuckled his trousers, ever so slowly pulling the leather belt from the loops, before it too joined the clothes.

He's beautiful, that fur! So slick and...

Almost like he could read Josh's mind, Tristan turned his head to the side, favouring Josh with a slight curve of his lips and a sly wink.

With a grace and eloquence Josh never imagined possible, the Elk lifted one cloven hoof and put it on the bed, sliding one trouser leg down, then he placed the hoof on the floor and did the other. Josh's tail slowly wagged, he couldn't help it, as his mind conjured up what the stag was really hiding...

Stepping from the shed trousers, Tristan picked them up and folded them, before turning partially around - again, giving that sly wink and crinkle of a smile.

_Urgh..._Josh's mind flew faster than his heartbeat as he fought desperately to stop the needful whine that wanted to come from his throat.

"Now..." Tristan spoke calmly, as he turned about and sat spread eagled on the edge of the bed. "Like what you see pup?"

Creamy fur, a rich vanilla colour, ran from Tristan's throat down his muscled chest, abdomen and groin. A furred sheath - a good six inches long, stood proudly above a pair of gossamer-like furred testicles as big as Josh's paw.

Josh inhaled a slight breath, ever so carefully, yet somehow, the Elk had masked his musky scent. There was - no- scent at all...

How...he's a herbivore, he should be filled with the scent of musk and testosterone yet there's... nothing.

"Come, pup - " Tristan gestured with a beckoning movement of his left hand.

Obediently, Josh crept over, keeping his belly and head low, tail dragging, as he crouched at the Elk's cloven hooves, awaiting his masters whim.

"Excellent, I was not mistaken in what I was told about you - " Tristan nodded, then made a 'rise' gesture with one finger.

Josh sat up, his head held demurely, as he waited - prepared to wait until the end of the Universe - for even so much as a single touch from this proud, noble beast before him.

"I will test you..." Come Tristan's voice. "Please me, as I am sure you will, you shall be handsomely rewarded. Fail a single step - even a slight twitch - you will never meet with me again. Are you in agreement with this?"

"Yes, sir." Josh nodded, his tail wagging.

"Good - begin..."

Placing his splayed fingers on the bed, Tristan leaned back, bracing himself. Josh trembled as he moved closer, then stood up, gazing at those large orbs and the even more impressive sheath. With a visible swallow, Josh wagged his tail and pressed his nose ever so gently against the sheath.

Tristan didn't even twitch a single muscle, just remained like a marble statue - so immobile, Josh could have sworn the Elk wasn't even breathing.

Encouraged, Josh nuzzled the sheath, ever so cautiously moving upwards, tasting the fur and flesh beneath. When he reached the tip, he was pleasantly surprised to find a pale length that protruded about a half-inch from the sheath.

Okay,_Josh's mind forced him to immobility for a heartbeat - to Josh, it felt like an eternity._You're good at what you do, so...

Ever so gently, Josh opened his muzzle and his broad tongue flickered over the penile head, causing the Elk to emit the faintest of sounds and give a slight twitch. Josh closed his eyes and his muzzle, his furred lips sealing around the impressive member and ever so gently, sliding the sheath downwards.

Inch after inch, slid into Josh's muzzle, his tongue swirling and curling to gently press the penis head up against the bony ridges of his muzzle. Four inches slipped inside, then six, then...

Josh's eyes widened, as he felt the Elks paw rest on his forehead, before the low grunt of the bull made Josh quiver.

"Good girl... I hope you know, we Elk are quite... gifted, and so are you..."

Josh wagged his tail, feeling happy at receiving praise, his eyes closed and muzzle and throat working in tandem, trying to draw out the Elk's seed. After forty minutes, not even pre-ejaculate come - and Josh began to truly despair and wonder.

No-one has this level of self control - no one!

At last, the Elk shuddered and nodded. "Good girl, you may stop and get a drink, I imagine your throat is quite sore..."

Josh carefully extricated his muzzle, then gave a nervous smile, standing up and padding over to the sink - which thankfully - someone had filled almost to the top with water. Whether to wash paws, or some other reason, but he was thankful for it.

Lapping up about a third of the water, Josh shuddered and returned, laying obediently on the floor, his tail waving from side to side.

"Up..." Tristan spoke, patting the bed.

Josh crept up onto the bed, laying with his belly on the expensive coverlet.

"Now, I need to get you properly positioned..." Tritsian murmured, as he stood and fetched two large pillows, placing them on the bed, roughly in the middle. "Good, now lie on there, so your rump is higher than your shoulders..."

Quickly, Josh obeyed, then settled, his tail upright and wagging slightly. Tristan nodded in satisfaction, before he leaned to the side and opened a bedside cupboard drawer. A strong, yet familiar scent wafted to Josh's nostrils - the scent of a lovely lube he'd often used himself. Keeping his gaze forward, Josh lifted his tail even higher and awaited his reward...

At first, the Elk teased him, rubbing the tip just around and lightly against the sphincter, driving Josh almost wild with longing and lustful desire. It took all his strength of spirit to try and remain as calm as he could, breathing slowly and steadily.

"Excellent, pup - " Tristan commended him. "Now...that's it, a nice deep breath..."

Josh quivered - he couldn't help it. A mixture of fear and pleasure fought a battle within him, as Tristan eased himself forwards, then placed a sticky paw on Josh's back and gripped his tail by the base.

"Tell me what you want pup," Come the quiet voice behind him. "Make me believe it..."

"I want you to rut me, master...please?"

"Good girl..." Tristan murmured, then eased himself forwards, slowly, teasingly - before dismounting and doing it again, slightly angling the penetration, feeling Josh's lupine body squirm and tremble.

Josh's eyes widened and he whined softly - he couldn't help it, as it literally felt like the Elk's length would never end! He'd enjoyed his share of male partners, even a few females with assorted toys, but this Elk? He surpassed _anything_Josh had ever experienced.

At last, just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt the gentle slap of the Elk's scrotum against his rump and he sighed in relief. Deep inside him, Tristan placed both paws on Josh's hips, then to Josh's surprise, the Elk moved just slightly - and the worst of the discomfort vanished into unimagined pleasure.

"Excellent!" Tristan murmured. "Good girl, I'm very...happy with... you."

Josh whined in contentment, the tip of his tail twitching, as the Elk began a sensual rocking - sliding at least half his length out and ever so carefully pushing back in. Carefully, pleasurably, the movement increased, until Josh was howling with lust and longing - the Elk grunting and soon, his groin slapped hard against Josh's rump with loud slaps. Each time Tristan's testicles slapped against Josh's, the pain mixed with pleasure - become indivisible and Josh's mind reeled with sensation he'd never envisioned.

For five hours, Tristan made love to Josh, holding himself in amazing self control - Josh now a drooling, panting mindless husk, his eyes closed and tongue lolling.

"Good, excellent - " Tristan murmured, leaning forwards and sliding his paws up to press Josh's shoulders down. "Almost...almost..."

Josh gasped, as the Elk gave a sharp twitch and his hips snapped forwards, then a powerful series of spurts sent the ejaculate of the Elk streaming into the moaning wolf beneath him. Again and again, semen spurted like a hose and Josh just writhed beneath Tristan, trembling and squirming in absolutely bliss.

"Not...bad - " Tristan gasped, his body quivering as he remained deep inside Josh. "Good girl, I'm...well pleased..."

Josh just lay there, tongue lolling, eyes closed and mind overwhelmed. He knew he'd be sore tomorrow - probably for a few days - but it was all worth it.

For nearly half an hour, Tristan remained like a venison rod of iron, before at last the tumescence eased and he withdrew. Walking over to the sink, he picked up a small wash cloth and cleaned himself off, dumping the cloth in a bin beside the sink.

"I am, very well pleased with your attentions, I commend you, I shall most definitely look forward to another meeting next rutting season..."

Josh remained barely conscious, panting and quivering in post-sexual exhaustion, before one ear flicked and the thought come through his mind.

Rutting season?...

Taking his clothing, Tristan smiled, placed a card on the bedside table, then walked out the opposing door. Trying to rise, Josh slumped back on the bed, moaning softly and letting his aching tail thump down on the bed.

"I think I'll just lay here a while longer..."

It'd be some time before Josh was capable of moving, let alone getting up...

END