Necklaces and Toes
by Winter

It was not a particularly busy day at the marketplace. Still, people were running to and fro, going about their business, looking for bargains or just generally strolling around. Merchants competed in shouting out what goods were for sale, their voices carrying across the large square. There were heavy scents in the air from produce and food stalls, and a steady murmuring hum of livestock just out of sight. Compared to the worst days, everything was quite peaceful, interrupted only now and then by someone haggling loudly, complaining about quality or prices, or fighting over some precious last-item-for-sale.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was no more than an hour or so from setting. Soon the traders and food merchants would give way for grills and wine booths, carts of fruits and vegetables would roll away back home and their places taken by sideshow stages and dance floors. Night life would begin where day trade left off. Already, there were those who had started their feasts.

At the southeast corner of the square, there was some commotion going on. A large grey wolf man, tall and muscular, had come out of one of the taverns edging the marketplace, and he was smelling strongly of cheap ale. Swearing loudly to himself, the wolf took a few haphazard steps before stumbling into some passers-by. One of these barked at him to watch where he was going, and got quite an array of profanity in return. Turning on his heel, quite a feat for someone so clearly intoxicated, the wolf didn't wait for a reply before staggering out onto the marketplace. People made way for him, afraid of what might happen but at the same time curious to see it. Someone ran off to fetch the town guards, and in the meantime the wolf took aim at a racoon woman, who seemed too terrified to run.

"Good evenin' to you, fair maiden," he slurred, eyeing her spouse with obvious disdain. "Might you be int'rested in proper company f'r the night, milady? If this one's as tiny where it counts as he is of stature, I believe I can offer you better."

"S-sir, I must decline. I'm a married woman..."

"So get a divorce. Or better yet, I c'n make you a widow!" The wolf laughed as the two racoons took off at a dash, screaming to the top of their lungs. "Raaah! Ha! Bloody wet rags, both of 'em."

"I think you should go now, Mr Wolf." The one who spoke was a brown rabbit, tall as the wolf but not matching him in weight or bulk. Yet, he spoke with a calm voice and a confident posture. "Go home and sleep it off."

"You think I'm drunk? Why, I haven't even started drinkin'!"

"Sir, you can't even walk properly."

"'S if a straight line's such a good way t'walk. If you're lookin' f'r trouble, Mr Bunny, then look no more, 'cause it found ya." Cracking his knuckles, the wolf flexed his impressive muscles, but only managed to entice a curious smile from the rabbit. "I've been lookin' f'r an excuse t'do some brawlin'."

"It would be best for us all, sir, if you just let our fine town guard escort you outside the walls. No one needs to get harmed."

"Tryin' t'save your teeth now, Mr Bunny?"

The wolf grinned, but his smile faded as he found himself surrounded left and right by two large men wearing steel breastplates and helmets; one a sturdy bear and the other a heavy-set elk. The bear grabbed the wolf's shoulder and opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced before he had even begun by the wolf's fist. As one guard dropped, the other grabbed the pike that had been strapped to his back, and aimed a swing at the wolf's head. The large canine dodged the blow with ease, and instead punched the elk in his soft gut. With a groan, the guard went down, but now more were running into the fray. Blow after blow landed on the wolf, and soon he lay on the ground, panting heavily and bleeding from his nose. Two of the guards pulled him roughly to his feet and dragged him off. Once outside the town gates, they threw him into a shallow ditch.

"Come back again, and it'll be the dungeons for you!"

"Damn cowards," the wolf muttered, making an obscene gesture towards the closing gates. "Take me on one on one, if you dare!"

All he got for reply was a metallic clang as he was shut out of the town. Chuckling to himself, he straightened up, massaged a couple of stiff muscles, then started walking at a brisk pace. After a mile or two, he reached an inn; the Cartwheel.

Before entering, he spat into his handkerchief and used it to clean his face of blood. Nothing was left of his drunkenness as he smiled at the waitress and ordered two mugs of ale, then sat down in a corner booth. It wasn't long before the inn door opened again, and the rabbit who had faced him off at the marketplace entered. Looking around, he spotted the wolf and trotted over just in time as the ale arrived. He sat down, and they both took a deep swig of their drinks. The wolf grinned.

"So, Mr Bunny, I assume you've tracked me down to finish me off."

"Indeed. I'd like to see if you're more than just bravado."

"Certainly, good sirrah." The wolf smiled, then finished his ale, dropping a coin onto the table. "I do, if I may say so myself, possess certain talents. Care to try them out?"

"I would. But this is not a good place."

"Ah well, but so it happens, Mr Bunny, that I have already booked and paid for a room at this here establishment. In fact, it's one of the tiny cabins out back, well secluded from the main building. Would that do?"

"It might." The rabbit drank the last of his ale, then broke into a smile. "It might just do well."

* * * * * *

They got up and walked out the Cartwheel's back door. The wolf led the way across the dark backyard to a log cabin, where a warm glow could be seen in the window next to the door, and smoke blackened out the stars just above. Using his key, the wolf let them in, and while he locked the door behind them, the rabbit put down the knapsack he had been carrying. It thumped heavily against the wooden floor.

The two of them tensed, then faced one another. Both were snarling viciously as they locked eyes. A battle of wills ensued, which lasted for minutes until finally the wolf looked away, his muzzle splitting up in a wide grin. Closing the distance between them with two bouncing steps, he flung himself into the rabbit's arms, hugging him fiercely. Almost as soon as the rabbit had closed his arm around him, the wolf's strong, muscular body seemed to melt, and he began to purr loudly as the rabbit stroked his back.

"Mmm, I've missed you, Kevin."

"It's only been a couple of days," the rabbit chuckled. "But I missed you too."

"Did you get something good?"

"Well, I got a ten-marker coin from one of the merchants as thanks for stalling you until the guards arrived." Kevin leaned back and touched the wolf's face, his smile turning into a grimace at the sudden wince. "Oh Leyrin, honey, what did they do to you?"

"Don't worry, just a nosebleed. And my ribs are a bit sore." Giggling, he slapped away a probing rabbit hand. "So, what did you get?"

"Curious? Fetch the bag, will you?"

Worming his way out of Kevin's embrace, Leyrin barked as he bounced across the room, his aches and pains momentarily forgotten. He was all smiles and tail wags as he brought back the heavy sack to the table. Watching eagerly as Kevin slowly, agonisingly slowly, opened it and picked through it, the wolf could barely sit still.

"Well, I managed to pick open a money-box or two, and I did pilfer some odds and sods in the stalls as everybody was watching you get pummelled." He touched Leyrin's cheek again. "Are you sure you're all right, love?"

"Don't fuss! What about the good stuff?"

"Don't you think I know your tastes by now? How long have we been together now? Six years? Seven?"

"It'll be thirteen years this summer, and you know it, silly rabbit." The wolf laughed. "I still remember that night when you..."

"Do you want to see what's in the bag?" Leyrin fell silent, and only nodded meekly. "Don't worry, you can tell me that story later. I never get tired of hearing it."

"Me neither. Do we have to sell everything?"

"Coins are better to carry around. But I guess we could keep a treasure or two."

"Treasure?" Kevin licked his lips. "I like treasure."

"I know you do. Let's see, here's some pearls, really nice ones." Kevin started emptying the sack onto the table, fistful after fistful. "Rings and earrings, studs and plain bracelets. Some gold blanks for jewellery-making, they'll go in the sell pile. Then I found these."

"Oh Kevin, they're lovely!" Leyrin accepted two ruby-embellished silver bracelets, craftily shaped into the shape of snakes, slithering twice around the wearer's arms. "One for you and one for me, right? So people can see we're together."

"Right. Then there are some really pretty jewelled rings, and toerings that'll suit you perfectly. Not to mention these gold fur clips. They'll stay on wherever I put them."

"Kevin, you spoil me!" The wolf was grinning from ear to ear as he tried on various trinkets. "The clips look lovely in my fur."

"You'll outshine the stars, love." Kevin leaned across the table and stole a kiss to the lips. "Especially the way your eyes are sparkling."

"I love you, Kevin. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Only all the time." They both chuckled quietly. "But wait 'til you see this!"

Leyrin gasped as Kevin held up a long necklace. Jaw dropping, he reached over to touch it, letting it slowly slide through his hand, tickling his palm. He licked his lips again, feeling his excitement spread to all parts of his body as he held the precious thing. Kevin chuckled at his reaction, but Leyrin barely even heard him. The chain consisted of small, painstakingly crafted links made alternately of gold and silver. Between each two pairs of links sat pieces of white rock crystal or yellowish opals. In the light of the fireplace it glittered, hypnotising the wolf.

"Like it? I thought maybe you'd get to keep that one, if you're a good boy."

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Leyrin said, his voice hushed. Still holding the necklace, he walked around the table and hugged Kevin from behind, kissing his neck. "Next to you, of course. I love you, Mr Bunny. I'll be a very good boy for you"

"Sweet wolf. Here, let me put it on. I bet it'll go thrice around your neck."

It didn't, but lay in double layers on Leyrin's collar bones as Kevin stepped back to enjoy the sight. The wolf was beaming with joy and, unless the obvious bulge in his trousers was lying, with excitement as well. During the next quarter of an hour, Leyrin's clothes gradually fell away, being replaced by trinkets. Once he was completely naked, Kevin had already begun to find it difficult to concentrate on playing their jewellery game, and instead found himself time and again staring at the wolf's unabashedly displayed erection.

Giggling, Kevin picked up a couple of the bracelets they had discarded because they were too small for either of them, and hung them around Leyrin's rigid cock. This signalled that the time for the game was up, and that more serious playing would ensue. Leyrin walked over to the large bed, his hips swaying seductively and his tail wagging just enough to reveal what was hidden beneath. This sight, combined with the clinketing of jewellery and Leyrin's little whimpers and purrs of arousal, set Kevin's blood afire.

Yet, he forced himself to take it slow, and waited until Leyrin was lying on the bed before he started to undressed as well. Garment after garment fell to the floor, and all the while he could feel the wolf's eager, hungry eyes all over him. Finally naked, he lay down next to his lover, and they kissed, a long, tender kiss that soon turned more passionate. Their hands were all over one another, touching and caressing, stroking and feeling. After a little while, Leyrin broke the kiss and pushed the rabbit back. A different hunger shone in his eyes this time, and Kevin grinned widely, knowing what was coming.

He reached out and gently pulled at the gold clamps he had attached to the wolf's nipples, causing a gasp, a groan and a gush of liquid from where Leyrin's engorged tip peered out of his foreskin. Kevin caught some of the musky liquid and licked it off his fingers, savouring the salty, slightly bitter taste. The sight of this urged Leyrin on, and he got up on his knees, pulling the rabbit with him until he lay in front on him, still on his back.

Leyrin's knees touched Kevin's buttocks, and their thighs were pressed against one another as Kevin's legs were high up in the air. Knowing his lover's quirks, the rabbit rubbed the soles of his feet over Leyrin's chest, all the way up to his face. And soon enough, he felt the wolf's tongue touch his pads, licking in between them, tickling the rabbit's large feet. Leyrin was in heaven. His eyes were glazed over and his mind so totally focused on the intense pleasure he was feeling at the moment, that he wouldn't have noticed it if the world crumbled around him.

The taste, scent and touch of Kevin's feet drove him all but mad with lust, yet he resisted the urge to thrust against the rabbit's now exposed rear. The best was still to come. All the while, Kevin leaned back on the pillow, squeaking with pleasure each time the wolf tongue found a ticklish spot. He watched as Leyrin's cock leaked all over his own. Kevin knew better than to touch it at this point, even though he was sorely tempted. It wouldn't take more than a feather's touch now to drive the wolf over the edge, and that was something Kevin wanted to save for later.

So he closed his eyes, gasping and moaning as Leyrin began sucking on his large toes. The wolf went from toe to toe, taking them all into his mouth and giving them a good tongue bath while he sucked them like a newborn would its mother's teats. At the same time, he massaged his lover's feet and legs, making Kevin growl with pleasure. Once he was done, he sat back, sighing with content.

"Ooh yeah."

"Like it, pup?" Kevin laughed. "From that lopsided grin, I'd say yes. Sooo..."

"So, what?"

"So, now that you've had your fun..."

"Got any special ideas, love?" Leyrin winked, licking his lips seductively. "You know I don't mind rough play."

"Well, you know my special penchant."

The rabbit laid his ears back, blushing beneath his face fur. Sitting up on his elbows, he spread his legs and displayed for Leyrin's hungry eyes his raging erection. Both longer and thicker than the canine's own, it stood out proudly from the rabbit's crotch. The sight made Leyrin shiver, and he turned over to stand on hands and knees. His tail wagged happily as Kevin started caressing his buttocks, pulling them apart to expose the hole.

"See anything you like?"

"Very much so." The rabbit's voice was thick with lust. "Are you ready, my sweet love?"

"Always."

"Gonna get you nice and slick."

He grabbed the wagging wolf tail and pulled it aside, then buried his muzzle between Leyrin's cheeks. The wolf cried out as he felt his lover's tongue touch his sensitive anus, then his arms collapsed and he buried his face in the bed sheets. Kevin ran his tongue up and down the wolf's crack, stopping once every turn to lick at the wrinkled hole, enjoying the way it shuddered. He knew that every twitch meant one more wet spot in the sheets, but he didn't mind in the slightest.

Increasing the pressure, he swirled the tip of his tongue around the rim of Leyrin's tailhole, smiling to himself at the muffled cries and whimpers coming from his lover. Around and around, deeper and deeper, until the wolf's muscle relaxed and allowed him inside. The taste was clean, but musky, and so male, so much Leyrin it made Kevin's head swim. He knew he should stop before he got off just from tasting his lover, but Kevin couldn't get enough. This was his weakness, what he was unable to resist just as Leyrin was unable to resist his large rabbit feet. Or the jewellery and golden, shiny trinkets, he mused as he pulled back, parting with one last kiss on the wolf's shivering hole. Sitting back on his haunches, he kept on stroking and caressing his lover's backside, gently using his claws to scratch the underside of Leyrin's scrotum. This was too much for the wolf.

"What are you waiting for?" he whined. "Do it! Fuck me!"

"In a minute, love. I need to calm down, or it'll be over too soon."

"It's never over with a bunny. Just fuck me twice instead, but I need you right now!"

"Okay." Kevin giggled. "Insatiable puppy."

Leyrin just growled as he stood up on all fours again, bracing himself for Kevin's entry. As always, the rabbit hesitated slightly, wondering just how his thick, stiff cock would ever fit inside that tight little hole. But as always, the tip slid in without much resistance. Leyrin moaned, almost growled as Kevin slowly buried himself to the root, feeling the little nub of the wolf's prostate rub against his shaft. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around Leyrin's chest, hugging him tightly as he started to thrust.

"Oh yes," Leyrin sighed. "Kevin, I love you."
"Love you... too... my wolf... Leyrin... ooh... puppy... Leyrin..."

Kevin kept on muttering as he picked up speed, pounding his hips into the wolf's buttocks, making their sacs bounce against one another. It wasn't long before the warmth, the tightness and the pressure of the wolf's anus began to push Kevin towards the edge. For a little while, he tried to resist his impending orgasm, but in the end he had to give it up. Pushing as deep as possible, he let go with a shout of joy.

"Give it to me, Mr Bunny," Leyrin said, moaning as he felt the first jets of hot rabbit seed leave the pulsating rabbit cock. "Give me the lot!"

"Aah!"

"There's a lot today, isn't there?"

"Ungh!!"

"Did you save it up during our days apart, love? No playing with yourself during those long and lonely nights?"

"No, I... aah... I kept it all just... unh... just for you."

"Think you can go again?"

"Just try and stop me, wolfie!"

"Wait a second, I want to turn around and lie on my back. I want you to kiss me while you fuck me again."

Leyrin squirmed for a while, and the friction and pressure on Kevin's still hard and now highly sensitive cock made the rabbit see stars. Before long the wolf was in position, grinning happily up at Kevin as he opened his arms wide. Kevin needed no further persuasion, but lay down in his lover's embrace, kissing him deeply as he started to move again. Leyrin thrust back, squirming underneath his rabbit as they set up a steadily increasing rhythm. The air inside the cabin was heavy with the smells of sex. All that could be heard was the noise the two males made as they made love, and the soft rustling of the hay mattress.

As Kevin picked up his pace, each thrust massaging Leyrin's prostate, the wolf had to bite his lip to keep from coming. The rabbit seemed more aroused than he had been in a long time; maybe it had been a good thing to spend a few nights apart, waiting to perform their act at the marketplace. Thinking about how lonely he had been those nights brought tears to Leyrin's eyes, and the thought that Kevin had been equally lonely made them start running down his cheeks. But they were together now, and Kevin was giving him his very best. By the time the rabbit cried out again as he let forth another round of bunny seed, Leyrin's tears were tears of joy.

Not really spent, but still in need of a brief break, Kevin rolled off his lover, finding to his surprise that Leyrin hadn't peaked. There was a large patch of wet fur around his navel, where he had leaked ceaselessly during their intercourse, but none of the thick white cream that usually coated them both by the time Kevin was done.

"Was... wasn't it good, love?"

"Better than in a long time, Kev." Leyrin smiled warmly at the rabbit's puzzled, slightly hurt expression. "But I held it back. Saved it for you."

"Oh, you're so sweet!" They hugged, kissing passionately. "You mean it's all for me?"

"As long as you collect quickly. My butt still remembers what you did to it, and every thought of it pushes me closer."

"Okay." Kevin laughed, licking his lips. "Mmm, what a treat. Please tell me you didn't come while we were apart either."

"Of course not. Only for you."

Almost overwhelmed with his love for the wolf, Kevin kissed him deeply, but broke the kiss just as quickly. Instead, he started licking his way down Leyrin's body, past his shiny new necklace and the fur clips adorning his chest, pausing to play with the nipple clamps, then down past the navel. He paused there, partly because he knew how much Leyrin loved to have his 'innie' tickled, partly to savour the wet spot. Leyrin's rich fluids spurred the rabbit on, and soon he reached his prize. Leyrin's cock stood out from his body at a slight angle upwards, and as Kevin reached in with his muzzle to nibble on the shaft, he got the steady flow of pre-come in his face. Not that he minded. Leyrin squirmed, clearly straining to keep his orgasm at bay, but Kevin couldn't help himself. He needed to take it slow, to enjoy every single square inch of his beloved wolf, even if it put Leyrin through a torment of pleasure.

Moving in between the wolf's legs, Kevin licked his sac, rolling the slightly swollen balls within on his tongue before returning to the cock, licking his way around the base, pushing his tongue into Leyrin's coarse, musky pubic fur. Then he attacked the rock hard shaft, covering it with kisses and nibbles, enticing a chorus of yips and whimpers from the wolf. Leyrin was shivering now, squirting more than leaking pre-come, and Kevin made sure to lick up every drop that came running down his cock.

After a little while he pulled back and slowly moved towards the tip, without touching the smooth, thick and throbbing beauty in front of him. The foreskin was fully retracted now, and the slit was open, ready to pour forth its treasure. Kevin closed his lips around the swollen, almost purple glans, sucking lightly while he caressed Leyrin's balls with his hand. Then he took more and more into his muzzle, all the way down to the root. Leyrin cried out, but somehow kept from coming. Slowly withdrawing, Kevin raked the sensitive shaft with his large front teeth, and that was all it took.

Leyrin let out something that was not really a shout, not really a howl, and just as Kevin was back to sucking on the tip, the wolf exploded. Jet after jet after jet of strong, tasty lupine cream shot out, hitting the roof of the rabbit's mouth. He let it fill his mouth, enjoying the flavour before swallowing. Usually he would get two good mouthfuls, but this time Leyrin just kept on coming, a long, high-pitched whine escaping from his open mouth. A third, then a fourth time did Kevin swallow, before the flow slowly abated to a dribble. Kevin sucked harder, enticing a low, growling purr from his lover as he took the last few drops. He licked his lips, closing his eyes as he let the sweet, salty, bitter taste fill his mind.

"You really, really needed that."

"Yes," Leyrin panted. "I don't know if I ever came that hard."

"Well, I certainly never swallowed that much." Kevin raised his hand to wipe some escaped wolf 
seed off his chin, but Leyrin stopped him, sitting up and licking his lover clean instead. "Hey, that tickles!"

"Mmm, admit that you love being tickled. And not just on those big feet of yours."

"All right, I do." They kissed. "I don't think I'll need any breakfast tomorrow."

"Silly bunny." Leyrin yawned widely. "Me neither. I think I'll sleep in until noon."

"Hardly." They lay down, still hugging each other, and Kevin wrapped the quilt around them. Leyrin purred as he snuggled up to his rabbit lover. "Wolf, you know how horny I get in the morning. We'll have coffee, a well-needed bath, then some more love-making. Maybe you could fuck me while we're soaking in the tub, that would be fun. Then I'll make you scream for me, so hard you'll eat your dinner standing up. How's that?"

There was no answer, and as Kevin turned his head he could see in the dim light from the dying fire that Leyrin had already fallen asleep. The soft, satisfied expression on the wolf's face, and the content smile on his lips, made Kevin's eyes water with love. Turning to face his lover, he wrapped his arms around Leyrin's back, something that made the wolf cuddle up even closer to him. Before closing his eyes to join his lover in dreamland, Kevin whispered quietly into a twitching wolf ear. Leyrin's smile widened, even though he was still deep in sleep.

"Rest, my love. I'll hold you, now and forever. I'll still love you tomorrow, and every tomorrow after that. My sweet, trinket-crazy wolf."