Halloween Angel
This is a story I ended up submitting for an Anthology, though it didn't end up making the final cut, unfortunately.
Hopefully you guys end up liking it! Let me know what you think, as always :)
Also, I know people don't like AI, but when I was writing this, I made the characters in AI so I could have a visual in my head while writing. Can check it out, if you want https://imgur.com/a/T03wTCW !
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"Come on, come on... so far so good," Mike said, fingers rapidly tapping keys as his eyes flicked across the screen.
"Die!" the distorted voice of the boss called out on screen.
"Fuck! Come on. Such bullshit," Mike growled, closing his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself. "I swear, this game is just complete bullshit sometimes."
There was chuckling coming through the headset before a voice piped up. "Course it's bullshit. Layers and layers of defense only to get one-shot all the time by shit you can't even see, because there's a billion particle effects on the screen."
Mike glowered at the monitor where the boss was looming over his corpse. "Just so stupid." He clicked the "resurrect" prompt on the screen, having failed to kill the boss yet again.
"Well, can you try again?" Connor, his closest online friend, asked.
"No. That was my last try," Mike said sullenly, idly running in circles while he watched another monitor where Connor was playing the same game; it was common for them to play games and share their screens with each other.
"Mm, I probably have enough parts for you to try again if you want," Connor offered.
Mike considered it and then sighed. "No, I just need to get some better gear. And learn to dodge that fucking stupid 'die' beam," he growled.
Connor laughed. "Suit yourself. Oh, hey, look at this cool wand I f-"
There was a knock on the door followed by a, "Dad?"
Mike's ears perked up and he glanced over. "Hold that thought. Kid wants something." Mike pulled his headset off and dropped it on the table. "Enter!" he called theatrically.
His "man cave" was in the basement where he could stay up rather late and be raucous with friends without having to worry about waking up either of his kids. His desk was in the far corner of the room facing the door. It wasn't the most efficient use of the space, but he liked being able to keep an eye on the door in case someone didn't knock, though at this point his boys knew better than to barge in.
Dalton, the older of his two kids, pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He was a couple inches taller than Mike was, with brown fur and brown eyes like his mother. "Hey, dad, I was wondering if I could throw a Halloween party next weekend." His voice ticked up at the end as if it were a question.
Mike quirked an eyebrow. "You want to throw a party in my great kingdom?" the older wolf asked, gesturing around with both arms and trying to look imperious. A difficult thing when you're sitting down and mostly hidden by monitors.
"Yeah, I thought it would be fun. None of my friends have a place to really host one," Dalton said, completely ignoring his dad's theatrics. He'd learned a long time ago that the best way to get his dad to stop embarrassing him was to just ignore him.
Mike dropped his arms and rolled his chair back from the desk so he could get up. "Halloween, eh? Damn. I'm shit at keeping track of things like that."
Dalton flopped down on the big, comfy couch his dad had next to the door. "Yeah, it's on Saturday, so it's a perfect time for a party! I was going to make everyone bring a bag of candy, too, so we'd be able to spoil the hell out of any of the trick-or-treaters that come by."
The older wolf moved over to the mini fridge he kept in his office and pulled out a beer, offering one to Dalton who shook his head. "Sounds like a good plan. Mandatory costumes?"
"Duh. That's a must for a Halloween party," Dalton said with a snort.
Mike had raised his kids mostly on his own after his wife had gone off the deep end. Dalton had only been three, and Carter wasn't even a year old, which had made things difficult for a few years before he finally found a good balance. He'd raised them to think ahead and plan, and it wasn't the first time they'd asked to throw a party.
Mike snickered and joined his son on the couch, though he sat on the arm. "You sound like you've got it figured out, though. How many people are you thinking?"
"Eh, maybe forty? Fifty at most," Dalton said, holding his breath; he'd never thrown a party that large before.
That made Mike's eyebrows climb. "Fifty? Son, I love you, but I don't think you've had fifty total friends in your entire life," he teased.
"It's like, half of my friends-I'm using the word loosely here-and the other half friends of friends. I've got a group chat set up with all this." Dalton pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to his dad.
Mike took the phone and glanced at the chat, scrolling through it and skimming the messages. "Hm, you were that sure I'd say yes, eh?"
Dalton laughed sheepishly and took his phone back when his dad held it out. "Well, you rarely say no."
"You kids are pretty responsible. I trust you to make good decisions, that way I don't need to say no. Who's going to help you clean up?" he asked.
"Martha, Kim, and Joey said they'd help with cleanup," Dalton responded promptly.
Mike knew the three and nodded approvingly. "Good. Is Martha the girl you've been seeing?"
Dalton's face flushed and he ran a paw up through his short, brown hair. "Ah, well, not really. We hang out a lot, but I haven't asked her out."
Mike snorted, opened his muzzle to tease his son, but thought better of it. "What's your costume going to be?" he asked instead.
The young wolf stuck his tongue out. "You'll have to wait and see!"
"Haven't decided yet, I take it. Fine, you have my permission. Oh, but what about your brother?" Mike asked.
"Carter said he's going to Mike's house to spend the night," Dalton said.
The older wolf's face scrunched up. "Is he dating that guy?"
Dalton laughed and shook his head. "No. I think he likes the guy, but Mike is definitely straight."
"Good," the older wolf said, getting a questioning look from Dalton. "I just wouldn't want my son dating someone with my name, alright? It'd be weird!"
Dalton rolled his eyes. "Uh huh."
Mike held up his paws and shrugged. "Just saying! Imagine having to scream your dad's name during sex."
"Oh, god, dad. No, you're done." Dalton hopped up from the couch, beelining for the door.
"Mike! Oh, Mike! Please!" Mike said, trying not to burst out laughing at the look of complete discomfort on his older son's face.
"Nope! I'm out. Go back to your game, you perv," Dalton said, pulling the door shut behind him as he escaped.
Mike laughed at Dalton's unease and wandered back to his computer. He put his headset on and unmuted the mic. "Alright, I'm back."
"Back?!" Connor's voice replied. "You didn't say you were going!"
"What? Yeah, I told- ugh, never mind." Mike took another drink of his beer before starting up the game again.
"No, you never mind! Did you leave before I showed you that cool wand?" Connor asked.
A week passed, and Mike had, once again, lost track of the day. When you were self-employed and had no one to report to, it was easy to lose track. He'd lose track of the time of day, too, if he didn't have kids to take care of. As they got more and more self-reliant it became harder for him to keep normal hours, and he occasionally found himself staying up until the sun started to peek back over the horizon.
It was almost six in the evening when Mike's eyes finally opened. It took him a moment to process where he was, as it was entirely dark. "Oof, I should not be sleeping on the couch," he thought as he carefully eased himself up to a sitting position and groped behind him on the wall for the light.
He'd gotten "in the zone" on a project last night and had been working until nearly ten in the morning. He hadn't even bothered to head back upstairs to his room, but just crashed on the couch in his office. There were no windows in the room, so he didn't even know how late it was until he retrieved his phone from between the couch cushions and checked.
"Damn. Way, way too late," the older wolf thought as he stood up and opened the door to the hallway. He could hear voices and music from upstairs. He checked his phone again, noting the day. "Ah, shit. Dalton's party."
Mike considered just heading upstairs to grab food but didn't want to embarrass Dalton. He'd been young before, and he knew what it was like to be young and to think it was "uncool" for his parents to be around his friends. It didn't sound like the party had really, truly started yet. He leaned against the door frame, considering, before he just stepped back into his office and shut the door.
"Woke up way too late. I don't want to crash your party, so I'll stay in my office. Could you sneak away at some point and bring me some food?" He sent a text to Dalton, followed by a few pleading emojis before going to turn his computer on.
Dalton's reply came only a minute later. "You're free to come on up here, you know. I'm not going to be embarrassed."
Mike snorted a laugh as he read the text. "No, it's fine. Besides, I'm not wearing any pants," he half-lied. He was still in the same T-shirt and trunks as the day before, though the pants he'd been wearing were across the room on the end of the couch.
"Very funny. We ordered ten pizzas, but they won't get here until eight. Can you wait until then, or do you want me to bring you something?" Dalton asked.
"It's fine. I'll wither away until then. If I've starved to death by the time you bring me food, please delete my browsing history," Mike texted back. He hadn't actually expected any response back, but when he got a solitary, "k", he chuckled. He could practically feel Dalton rolling his eyes in exasperation at his dumb jokes.
He briefly considered starting back in on his work project, but not working on the weekends was one of his big rules, and he tried his best to never break that one. Instead, he hopped onto the game he'd been playing and settled in for a weekend of gaming that his younger self would have envied.
Drake squeezed his boyfriend's paw, trying to calm his nerves as they sat in the car. "That looks like a lot of people," he said, looking out the window towards the large house. Six people were walking up the driveway towards the front door, and there were lots of cars on the street.
"Dalton said it might be big. There's booze, though, so that will help," Sammy said, squeezing Drake's paw in return. "Could just smoke a bit before we go in, if you think that will help."
The black fox fished a small vape pen out of the backpack he'd brought. He turned it on and took a long pull on it before exhaling through his nose. "Sorry. Parties aren't usually my thing." He gave Sammy a sheepish smile, trying to stay brave; he knew Sammy had been looking forward to tonight.
Sammy leaned over and kissed the fox on the nose. "You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? We can leave at any time. Want to go home, hole up together, and play games? Maybe listen to a book?"
That did sound incredibly tempting, but Drake shook his head and opened his door. "No, we came all this way. Let's head inside."
Sammy cheered inwardly, glad that they weren't going to leave right away. He'd have done so, and he wouldn't have blamed Drake, but he was still glad to stay. "Oh, hey, you forgot your thing!" Sammy snatched up the item and climbed out of the car.
As it was a costume party, and they were going together, they'd picked their costumes to go together; an angel and demon. Sammy was a little over six foot with bright white fur and long, white hair. Drake was five or six inches shorter, had pitch-black fur, and messily-styled hair that didn't reach his shoulders. With the obvious choice of costume for each of them, they'd naturally swapped.
Drake was standing next to the car, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was wearing a white, silken outfit that he was sure had a name, but he could only call a dress. Long white sleeves covered his upper arms and elbows but left his shoulders bare. Two straps went from his sternum over his shoulders, leaving most of his upper chest bare. Tasteful slits exposed the fur on his sides and chest and would show off cleavage if he'd had breasts. The dress was also split down both legs, leaving his thighs on display. He'd liked the idea, at first, but standing out in the open in such a revealing outfit made him feel very vulnerable.
Sammy walked around the front of the car and handed over the shiny, gold halo. "Here you go, angel," he teased.
"Oh, shut up. I look ridiculous," he said, snatching the halo and fumbling around to attach it to the clear, plastic bit above his head. "Stupid thing falls off if I move around too much."
Sammy took a step back and eyed his boyfriend openly, a wicked grin across his face. "I think you look sexy. Especially when we add the wings."
Drake groaned as he watched Sammy head for the trunk. "Oh, do we have to wear the wings?"
"Do you want everyone asking what we're supposed to be?" Sammy asked, fishing out a set of white angel wings, and black demon wings.
The black fox just grumbled and took the wings, sliding them on like a backpack. "No."
Sammy laughed and put his on, then fished the devil horns from the trunk and slid them on. "There! How do I look?"
Drake had a hard time calling Sammy's outfit a costume. He was wearing leather pants and... well, Drake wasn't sure what to call it. It had sleeves. It covered his shoulders and neck. And that was it. Sammy's entire torso was completely exposed, showing off his white pelt and athletic frame. He wore a leather collar with a pentacle hanging from the D-ring and had two black horns sticking up from his white hair. The black, bat-like demon wings looked rather good on him, too.
"I mean, I think you always look good," Drake offered, stepping closer and placing a black-furred paw on the wolf's white chest.
"Tsk, I suppose that'll have to do." Sammy winked at his boyfriend.
"I still think the pink contacts are a bit much." Drake teased, though he did like the whole ensemble, even if the "shirt" was a bit ridiculous.
Sammy stuck his tongue out at the shorter canine and then took one of his paws. "You're just jealous. Now, shall we? This is going to be a lot of fun, I promise."
The party was fun, if not a bit crowded for Drake's liking. The short fox had always been more of a quiet-night-in-with-friends guy, instead of the loud-night-out kind. He didn't know anyone else at the party, though, which didn't help his anxiety much. The weed and beer helped, but he wasn't comfortable enough for more than just hanging at his boyfriend's side and pretending to be part of the conversation. He'd gotten compliments on his angel costume, though, so that was nice.
He wandered off towards the kitchen to throw away his plate and empty cup. They'd been here for three hours, and he was starting to get a bit restless. This was more socializing than he usually did in a month, and while fun, he felt like he just needed a quiet place to go clear his head. He thought about going out onto the patio in the back, but it was busy there, too. The front of the house was also a no-go, as the front door was being watched by everyone for trick or treaters to give candy to.
Drake resigned himself to going back to hang on Sammy's side, but when he saw the white wolf talking animatedly with their host, Dalton, and two others, he decided to just give him space. The fox shrunk back against the wall, wings pressing into his back, as he thought about what to do. He spotted stairs down the hallway near the bathroom. There weren't any people that way, so he ducked between other party-goers and went down the hall, peering down the stairs to the basement.
"Looks quiet, at least," he thought, trotting down the steps. The landing at the bottom of the steps was another small hallway with three closed doors. He stepped away from the stairs and put his back to the wall to take a deep, calming breath. It felt good to escape from all the people upstairs, even if for just five minutes. He pulled out his little vape pen and took another hit off it.
Even with headphones on, there were some sounds that Mike could always pick out above all the background noises. His sons calling him, the garage or front door opening, or someone walking down the stairs. So, when he heard someone walk down the stairs, he paused his game and looked over at his door, expecting Dalton to knock. Instead, he heard the faint sound of something rub against the door.
"Some kids are doing something stupid," he said to himself, standing up from his chair.
He'd been to a couple parties in college, and he'd gotten into interesting situations and troubles. He fully expected to find a couple of necking teenagers in the hallway just outside his room, and he was going to scare them off; teach them to sneak down here.
So, when he gently turned the handle before wrenching the door open, he was taken aback. Staring up at him in absolute horror was a young, black fox. The kid looked to be about Dalton's age and had big, blue eyes that were wide in fright. He was dressed in some white dress-like costume that Mike would have attributed to a priestess, if not for the halo and big white wings.
Drake stared up at the large wolf that towered over him. It didn't take a genius to realize this was Dalton's dad, and the wolf looked annoyed. He stood, frozen, with his vape pen only inches from his muzzle.
Mike glanced past the fox, then back down at kid. "What are you doing?" he asked, releasing the doorknob so he could fold his arms across his chest.
Drake's heart was beating rapidly in his chest, and he had to lick his lips before he could speak. "I-it was just... loud and crowded," he said, gesturing at the ceiling with his vape pen.
The wolf's expression softened, and he grunted. He never had that problem too much, but his youngest son, Carter, could get really skittish with crowds. "Ah, I see." Mike's nose wrinkled a bit, barely able to catch a faint hint of something. "Is that weed?"
The fox's throat felt dry, and he just nodded his respond before saying, "Yes, sir."
Mike snorted and gave the fox a once over. He was pretty cute, especially in his costume. It showed off his thin frame quite well, and he couldn't help but let his eyes linger over the exposed thighs. He held out one large, gray paw, and smiled when the fox hesitantly placed the pen into it.
Drake thought that the older wolf was just going to take his vape pen away and close the door, or perhaps even tell him off for smoking the stuff in his house. It wasn't illegal or anything, but some people might get upset about it. When he saw the older canine raise it to his lips and try taking a hit off it, he was surprised.
Mike tried inhaling from the tip but didn't get anything from the pen. He stared down at it, brow furrowed.
"Ah, there's..." Drake started, meeting the wolf's gaze again before quickly looking back to the pen.
The wolf watched one of those black paws reach up and turn the pen around in his fingers, showing him the little button that was almost invisible against the rest of the smooth exterior. He held it down and tried again, this time taking in a lungful of the stuff before holding it in. He exhaled slowly, away from the fox, before handing it back over. "Strong stuff."
Drake took the pen back and held it close to his chest, unsure what to say. His eyes wandered down the wolf's chest and, for the first time, noticed that the older wolf was wearing only a T-shirt and black trunks. "Um, y-yeah. It helps with uh, dealing with people."
Mike could easily hear the loud music and people chatting from up the stairs. "Well, you're free to hide down here if you want." He hadn't missed the fox's gaze and thought that he might be able to make a bit more of the night than he originally intended.
Drake looked back up, the wolf's grin telling him that he'd been caught looking. He also suspected that more was being offered than what had been said. "You sure? I don't really know anyone here, and I don't want to bother you." Without thinking much, he brought the pen up to his lips and took another long hit off it.
Mike watched the fox, then stepped to the side, gesturing into his office invitingly. "I wouldn't mind keeping an angel company."
Drake smoothed the front of his dress down with both paws before drawing them back up to his chest. "I hope I don't look too ridiculous."
The wolf laughed quietly and brought a paw up to take hold of the fox's wrist that was holding the pen. He brought it up and Drake got the picture. He held the vape pen steady as Mike leaned down to take it between his lips. He maintained eye contact with the fox as he took another hit off the pen before exhaling through his nose, only a few wisps of smoke escaping. "I think you pull it off quite well. Bet I could, too." The last he said with a sly grin and an exaggerated wink.
"Alright." The intentionally bad come-on made Drake laugh and ease some tension. He stepped past the wolf and into the office, hearing the door close behind him. He looked around, feeling more at ease as he took everything in. The older wolf was probably more than twice his age, but so much of the shelves were taken up by figurines and statues that he recognized from different video games or shows. It looked like how he or his boyfriend might decorate if they'd had money and a sense of style.
Mike just stood behind the fox, watching him curiously. "Something catch your eye?"
Drake gave a small laugh and glanced back at the wolf. "I didn't really expect to see a bunch of videogame stuff and Pokémon figures," he said, gesturing to one of the bookshelves that was absolutely covered in random memorabilia.
"You kids, I swear," Mike said with a shake of his head, though he was grinning ear to ear. "Pokémon came out when I was in high school. My younger brothers were in middle school. It's older than you by almost a decade, I'd wager."
Drake's ears perked up and he laughed. "Oh, duh. Sorry. Easy to forget how old it is."
"I'm Mike, by the way," the wolf offered by way of introduction.
"Drake," the fox replied.
Mike pushed himself away from the wall and stepped closer to the fox, looking down pointedly at the vape. He grinned mischievously as the fox raised it back up to his muzzle so he could take another hit off of it. He exhaled through his nose, feeling the foggy, light-headed feeling of the THC doing its job. "So, if you don't know anyone here..." He let the sentence trail off, leaving Drake to infer the rest.
"My boyfriend brought me. He goes to college with the guy who was..." Drake was going to finish that with, "the guy hosting the party," but that sounded like a pretty stupid thing to say to his dad, so he tried again. "With Dalton."
The wolf raised an eyebrow, a bit wary now. "And what would he say if he knew you were down here?" The kid was cute, and his costume was enticing as hell, but Mike didn't want to cause any drama for anyone.
Drake's pulse started to pick up with the wolf standing so near him. "He'd want all the details," he admitted sheepishly. "We're pretty open about... you know. Things."
Mike's chest rumbled with a low growl, and he stepped forward so that Drake would either have to step away or let their chests touch; the fox stayed right where he was. "Mm, well, maybe we invite him down for the afterparty," Mike teased.
A frisson of excitement ran along Drake's spine as fingers touched his body, sliding underneath the silk fabric through the slits on his sides. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the gentle touch, and was surprised when he felt lips press against his.
The wolf had a good six inches of height on the fox, making him duck his head down to press their muzzles together. Another night, he might have dragged things out for hours with the kissing, teasing, foreplay, and closeness. Tonight didn't seem like a good night for such indulgences. He found one of Drake's paws and brought it between their bodies.
Drake tucked his little vape pen away inside one of the dress's hidden pockets before his paw was taken by the wolf's. It was guided lower until he felt the soft fabric of the wolf's trunks, and the hard lump behind it. He didn't need any encouragement to knead that thick lump with his fingers, feeling it press back against his pads.
Mike broke the kiss to nuzzle between the fox's ears, giving one a quick nip. One of his paws was still tucked up under the fox's dress along his side, and the other moved down to explore the slit down one thigh. He was surprised when he found that the fox wasn't wearing anything under the dress. His paw slid along bare thigh and right across a bare, now-swollen sheath that had three inches of slick, fox cock poking free.
The wolf leaned back and smirked down at Drake. "Really? Going commando in an outfit like this?"
Drake squirmed deliciously, standing on his tip-toes to press more against the paw that was cradling his sheath. "A-ah, it was... I mean, I didn't have anything to go with it."
"Pretty daring. Good for access, though," Mike mused, moving his other paw behind the fox and under the back of his dress to tease beneath his tail.
The fox wasn't particularly clumsy, but with the older, experienced wolf in front of him he felt like a fool. It'd have bothered him more, if not for the thick length in his paw telling him that he was doing something right. Already it felt thicker than he'd have expected, and the fabric was damp with pre.
Mike raised both paws to the fox's shoulders and gave a gentle push down. The fox got the message and practically fell to his knees. The front of his dress was tented badly from his erection, and a wet spot was now visible through the silky material. The wolf watched in satisfaction as two black paws grabbed the waistband of his underwear and dragged them down around his thighs, letting them fall to the ground.
Drake stared at the thick, canine member in front of his muzzle. It reminded him of Sammy's when it came to length but was definitely thicker. He leaned forward, eager to get a taste, but the front of his halo bumped against the wolf's stomach before coming loose and falling off.
Mike snatched the plastic hoop before it could fall to the ground. "Hah, guess you can't do something like this and expect to keep your halo, can you?" the wolf teased.
The fox's cheeks were hot, but he managed to smile up at the wolf. "Can't be good all the time, right?" He leaned forward again, but a big, gray paw stopped him.
"Here," Mike took the halo and slipped it over his cock until it hung loosely around the base. "I'll give you a chance to earn it back."
Drake stared at the tapered length, and the circle of gold hanging there. Without any more banter, he brought a paw up to squeeze the base of the wolf's shaft and angle it towards his maw. The dripping tip pressed between his lips, and he got a good taste of the salty, sweet pre that coated the slick length.
Mike groaned as he watched inch after inch disappear into the fox's slim, black muzzle. The urge to thrust forward was great, but he only allowed himself small twitches and jerks, each one making the halo around his cock bounce around. Drake had slipped his muzzle down as far as he could, and the tip of Mike's length pressed against the back of his throat. Tears formed in the corner of the fox's eyes before he finally relented and pulled back, gasping for breath.
Drake panted, licking his lips and breaking a string of pre and saliva that had connected his bottom lip to the tip of the wolf's shaft. He leaned forward again, but one of Mike's paws came into view and tapped him on the nose, turning his attention upwards.
"Don't know how much time we really have for something like this. Why don't you stand up?" Mike said, holding out a paw to help the fox to his feet.
Drake was torn between excitement and apprehension. He wanted this big, older wolf to just fuck his brains out, but was also worried that the size might be too much for him. Sure, Sammy's knot was bigger, and he could take that like a pro, but if the wolf's girth was any indication, his knot would be even larger. A throb between his legs made the decision for him, and he took the proffered paw to get up.
Mike kicked his underwear away and stepped close to the fox, forcing him to take a step backwards until his wings were pressed against the wall. "Turn around, angel."
Drake shivered and did as he was told, worried that his wings might get in the way, but if they did, the wolf didn't say anything. The back of his dress was to the side right before the wolf's slick, hard shaft pressed right up under his tail. He'd gotten good at relaxing his body for this kind of thing, but that proved much more difficult to do with the wolf's size.
Mike's ears twitched as he heard the fox cry out. He pressed forward until he felt the beginnings of his knot press against that tight rear, then paused to give the fox a moment to adjust. Between work and kids, he didn't always find time to have this sort of fun, and the last time had been at the beginning of summer, when he'd gone on vacation with the kids. He knew he wouldn't last long, and judging by the cute whimpers Drake was making, he wouldn't mind, either.
When the whimpers died down, Mike pulled back until he could see his tip slide free, then thrust back in. The wolf was glad for the music, otherwise people upstairs might have heard the yelp. Mike didn't stop. He withdrew and thrust in again, picking up a quick, hard rhythm meant for quick encounters like this.
Drake pressed his forehead against his arms, bent over and leaning against the wall. The wolf was certainly thicker than he'd taken before, and he knew he'd be sore for days. It felt great, though. His own cock had slid completely free of its sheath and was bobbing between his legs and dripping pre into the front of his dress.
Mike picked up the pace, his heavy, gray sac smacking against the fox's own, smaller, black pouch. The rhythmic slapping set the beat while the whines, whimpers, and grunts were the real music. The wolf's knot was starting to swell, and soon he couldn't easily force it through that tight ring of muscle. The plastic halo, still around the wolf's cock, was right behind his knot, still jouncing around, now slick with pre.
He hunched over the black angel and pressed his muzzle down between those ears. One of his paws slid through the slit in the front of the dress, clutching at Drake's chest while the other snaked down and gripped him by the base of his cock. He didn't stroke, just squeezed and held on while he hammered his length in and out of the younger canine.
Drake nearly came when he felt that paw squeeze down on him, even though his knot hadn't fully engorged. It did rapidly, though, and soon that big paw was holding him right behind the fat bulb. The front of his dress was damp with pre from where the tip was grinding, and he fervently hoped that the wolf wouldn't last too much longer; his body was nearing its limits.
Mike could feel the fox's passage slowly beginning to give way, and he redoubled his efforts, shoving harder and harder until, with one final push, he felt his knot pop into the fox, locking them together. That was the final piece for the both of them. Mike snarled out against the back of the fox's neck as he came hard, cum gushing up into the warm passage until it began to run in rivulets down the inside of his thighs.
The young fox yelped and clenched down hard on that thick knot, tears running from the corners of his eyes as he came harder than he could ever remember. Spurt after spurt shot against the silky, white fabric, some even forcing through to leave streaks on the wall in front of him. He nearly collapsed halfway through his climax, but strong arms held him and kept him from falling.
They stayed there for a while, panting and catching their breath as the afterglow of their coupling settled over them. Mike nipped the back of the fox's neck and chuckled at the whine he got. "I think you've more than earned your halo back."
Sammy was starting to worry that Drake had gotten a ride home without telling him when his phone buzzed. He fished his phone from the tight pockets of his leather pants and swiped the display open when he saw a message from the fox. He nearly dropped his phone when he saw the picture that had been sent. Drake was bent over, dress pulled to the side, and he could see his boyfriend's tailhole stretched around a thick, canine knot.
"Come on downstairs. Don't tell Dalton," the text accompanying the picture read.