Wolf RPG

There was an ebullience crackling between Scimitar and his mate as they prepared to make their fresh start. Relonikiv sensed it, even if he didn't understand it, and was swept up in their frenetic energy. It kept his mind off the sadder aspects of life, like the recent loss of half his family. And it helped deepen the bonds with his new family.

Today, there was something else even more vital, more primal, in the air. He approached the dozing @Bazi, sniffing rather rudely around her hindquarters, investigating a new and wonderful scent lingering about her. She fidgeted in her sleep, as if aware of him, but didn't wake. The runt stuck his nose beneath the tip of her tail, then clipped it gently with his teeth and gave it a tug. This seemed to release the smell like some sort of push lever.

He almost goosed her with his cold little nose but then something else happened entirely. Without really being aware of what he was doing, Relonikiv reared onto his hind feet, clutched his foster mother's slim hipbones and began to hump her with wild and ungentlemanly abandon.

It took Bazi a long time to figure out what was happening. She had exhausted herself on Scimitar a few hours prior, and the haze of sleep was thick enough for Relonikiv to build up a great deal of momentum before his foster-mum cottoned on.

At first, she just stared at him. There was her golden boy, thrusting his useless baby junk in the vicinity of her own flowering région (maximum French, plz). Many thoughts occurred to Bazi. First and foremost, she marvelled at how thmart he was for aiming at more or less the right area, but that thought died an extreme death in the face of the abject horror that followed. "Kiv!" she whisper-snapped, more embarrassed than angry, and promptly slithered out of his grasp and into a tightly curled ball. "That's.. not for you."

He felt a strange tingling sensation between his legs as he pumped against his aunt turned mother and paused to turn his head upside down and look at his own underside. There was something odd going on down there. It didn't hurt, though. Rather, it felt pretty good. He straightened out and continued thrusting, his left hind leg lifting off the ground in his extreme vigor.

Then Bazi sat up abruptly. He rolled off her with a surprised yelp, then flattened when she hissed at him. "Th-thorry!" he stammered. He didn't know why she was mad or why he was apologizing, yet it just came naturally to him. "You mad bro Bathi? Mad a'me?" His eyes squinted as he waited for more verbal blows.

Meanwhile, his tiny red rocket withdrew like a frightened turtle.

The poor, clueless little chap fell away, and his own little chap disappeared from view - but not before Bazi had spotted it and squealed, nearly strangling herself on the note. "Th-thorry!" he babbled, looking mortified without understand why he ought to be. The subject of his molestations took a moment to coax her eyeballs back into their sockets and calm her breathing, then did her best to drape herself casually across the ground (with her tail plastered firmly to her hips). "No no, not mad, just... that thing you just did isn't for little boys. Or big ones. Nobody should do it, ever." Sex-shaming! Way to go. "May sometimes, but only if you have a special friend." Bazi corrected, frowning at her own desperate lack of parenting skills.

Even though Bazi insisted she wasn't mad—which provided some relief—she was still keyed up about it and Relonkiv sensed that powerfully. He remained pancaked on the ground, whatever pleasure he'd derived from hip-checking his foster mother long gone and forgotten. Except... even as she reassured him, that delicious aroma wafted around them, causing a strange tugging sensation in the pit of his belly now.

He was having a difficult time focusing, much less understanding the adult's gentle but firm reprimand. "What I do?" he asked, so he could be clear what not to do ever again. "Go bumpy?" he guessed. Did this mean she didn't want to wrestle or cuddle anymore, either? His heart squeezed. Then again, this hadn't been either of those things, not really... there had definitely been something different about it, just like there was something different about her smell.

"Why you thmell weird?" he asked baldly in the next beat, his nose wrinkling. It had something to do with all of this; he just knew it!

Relonikiv seemed to accept this, but his dazed expression suggested very little of what she said was making its way into permanent memory - which was probably a good thing if she ever wanted him to grow into a normal, breeding adult with a vanilla or (ideally) zero fetishes.

Go bumpy. Bazi nodded vigorously, but didn't open her mouth lest the words bang or penis slip out. His question perplexed her. Had Scimitar remarked upon her scent? They had been far too busy acting on what it meant to really care, and she couldn't smell anything herself - even after (as discreetly as possible) nudging the tip of her nose against the base of her own tail and inhaling. Was it so different? "...what do I smell like?" she asked, eyeing her hump-hungry son.

Bazi demanded to know what she smelled like. Relonikiv blinked, then slowly pushed himself upright. He wrapped his tail around his haunches and tipped his muzzle down toward his pale chest. Think, think, think! He had never been asked to describe a smell before and his vocabulary was limited at best, so even after a valiant effort, all he could really offer was a shrug.

"I denno," he said, little brow furrowing as he wondered whether this might agitate her all over again. "I thorry, Bathi," he simpered genuinely. He hated that he was upsetting and disappointing her, all out of nowhere. "Don'—don' go," Relonikiv added pitifully, wondering if this would prompt her to hand him back to fate or whomever else had taken his mother, then sweep out of his life like the others.

Relonikiv had no insight into the glandular mystery that she had become, and Bazi realized she was stupid to ask. That was a question for Scimitar, if they could meet without involving their genitals. She suspected it would have to wait.

Relonikiv, meanwhile, oozed remorse. Loathe though she was touch anyone, let alone a randy little boy, Bazi stretched out a forelimb and grasped the pup around the rump to scoop and pulled him near. He was already going to leave the encounter with an embarrassing memory of his own making, and she wasn't about to add abandonment issues to the list. "Don't be dumb. You're thmart, remember?" she responded curtly to his plea that she not cast him out for his failings. "When did you get so big?" she huffed, adding a second paw when the first wouldn't shift his weight.

His little cinnamon ears began to wilt when she told him, "Don't be dumb." She quickly reminded him that he was smart, then collected him in a welcome bear hug. Relonikiv giggled despite himself. In a few weeks, perhaps, he would resist this sort of thing. For now, he melted into the cuddle, even hooking one foreleg around his foster mother's middle and smashing his cheek against her ribs.

"I big?" he repeated, sounding dubiously pleased. Then, almost as if to prove her point about being smart, Relonikiv pointed out, "But you thaid-a 'lidda boy'!" He shot her a suspicious look, though it quickly melted away into Relonikiv's usual, gentle smile.

Bazi rolled her eyes and grinned toothily at her clever foster son, who snuggled up close. Smartass. "A big little boy. Scimitar's big for a wolf, but he's not big like a bear, is he?" she chided. Did Relonikiv even know what a bear was? In an ideal world, he would never need to know - but that wasn't how the world worked, and Bazi had an arsenal crude images of potential dangers still to draw. "I can't even carry you any more. You'll have to ride on Scimitar." It had the added bonus of keeping the inquisitive little boy away from her hindquarters.

He made no answer, mostly because he couldn't remember what a bear was right now and didn't want to admit it, lest he appear dumb again. Not that he knew it but Bazi had the same thought, then quickly pointed out she could no longer carry him. He would have to ride on Scimitar! A little giggle burst out of him and his frail chest puffed with pride, though he deflated a few seconds later.

"No carry no mo?" he echoed in a quiet voice. He felt suddenly bothered by this. Sure, he wanted to be big and smart... but he wasn't ready for this yet. "You kin carry," he tried to insist, pushing himself against Bazi and offering his scruff to her. "I thay tho," he added, because that would make it true, of course.

Who's big and thmart now, eh? Bazi enjoyed her win for approximately 0.2 seconds before a combination of guilt and shame overwhelmed her. "Of course I'll carry," the Wicked Witch of the West repented into the boy's fuzzy scruff, "But.. you might have to climb up on my back, otherwise we won't get far. OK? You are pretty big." Too big to carry comfortably, anyway. Bazi shifted her weight forward in order to rearrange her hind legs, placing one on either side of her body.

She went for his scruff, though she didn't latch onto it and lift him as he had hoped she would. Instead, Bazi told him that he would have to ride her shoulders too. Relonikiv began to shake his head, though when she pointed out that he was big again—her tone clearly indicating that this was something good—he accepted this new status quo with a slow bob of his head.

"Okay," he said, his lips creeping upward into a smile and his tail waving slowly. Relonikiv wasn't sure whether she wanted him to climb onto her now, especially not after what had happened a moment ago. He cocked his head, favoring her with an inquisitive look.

Relonkiv gave her flank a furtive look. Memories of 3 minutes ago tapped on Bazi's temple, and she made a cartoonish Oops! face when it occurred to her that now wasn't the best time for her foster child's genitals to be anywhere near her own. She cleared her throat and stood up. "Good! Then we know what to do when you get tired on a long walk," she announced awkwardly, and gave the pup a gentle tap on the rump with her paw. "Bazi's hungry. Let's go dig something up."

His lips fell ever so slightly, yet Bazi distracted him by proposing they go dig up something to eat. Although she most likely meant it as an expression and didn't literally intend to dig up anything, Relonikiv's face brightened at the term. Digging was among his favorite activities. He nodded eagerly, forgetting entirely about wanting to be carried as he loped after his foster mother.