Puppy Love

When Davis woke from his sweet dream, he found himself with another erection. He groaned as pushed the covers off, as this has been happening for a month and a half now. He thought it was nothing at first, but as the nights pressed on he found it to be a pain in the ass. Sighing, he got up and started his morning routine by getting rid of his problem. He had tried different ways of getting rid of his hard dick in the mornings, a cold shower, thinking thoughts that would lose his hard on, but nothing work except for good old masturbation. Usually he did it while in the shower, but some mornings it was too painful for him to stand. So like today, he sat up and began stroking, faring that his mom would walk in on him as he was releasing himself. He moaned as he stroked, arching his back as a shiver of pleaser ran down his spin. It felt really good to have a release, but he start to grow board of this routine and wish that his wet dreams of Andrin would go away. He started to feel good now, his cock now twitching in his hands. Davis started to stroke faster as he played with his asshole. Every morning as he got off, he would think of Andrin. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. It didn’t take long for him to come; it never did as the slightest touch would cause him to blow his seed all over his bed or bathtub.

He sighed, wiping his cum off on his bed sheets after he was done. He let out another sigh as he got up and walked out into the morning air. He stretched out his joints and pulled up his shorts, and yawned as he made his way over to the family’s outhouse. He hated going out and walking across the hard, ground that was covered with sticks, leaves and what felt like pin needles on his feet. He didn’t really like wearing any shoes either when he was at home, so he walked around barefoot. He practically ran across the yard, as to not step on anything that would pierce his foot. He was lucky on the way too the small building, but on the way back he happen to step on his grandfather’s rack that was hidden beneath a pile of leaves. Davis then let out a loud painful yell that would wake up the whole village. Luckily, almost everyone in the village was already awake. They were out in their fields and farms, collecting this year’s summer harvest. Davis’s family also took part in this ritual. Every morning, he would wake and help his mother and grandfather out in the fields. He didn’t mind the labor, he actually like it and would spend hours out there. What he liked the most was planting and watering the new seeds. Today, after he harvested, he would go out and plant new ones.

“You okay, Honey?” Davis mother asked him as he walked through the door. She had heard her son’s yell from outside and wondered what he stepped on this time.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Davis told her, sitting down at the table. He raised his foot and brushed off any wet leaves or sticks that might had stuck to his foot. He was happy that there was no blood this time and started helping his mother with breakfast.

“You should wear shoes.” she told him, putting the eggs on the table. “Or do you want to hurt your poor feet?”

“I know mom.” Davis sighed. “But I feel freer. Don’t worry, I will put my shoes on when I go out to the feilds.”

“Please do.” she begged. “Dad, breakfast is ready!” she then called for her father, who came in shortly afterwards. He was hunch over on his cane, slowly walking into the room and over to his chair. She then helped her father down and sat between his daughter and Davis.

“So, have you been sleeping well?” Davis’s grandfather asked him.

“Not really.” Davis replied with a sigh. “I don’t think those herbs you gave me even work.”

“Oh, they will. Just give them time.”

“You still haven’t been sleeping well?” his mother asked him. “It’s almost been two months since you haven’t been able to sleep.”

“I know, I will take a nap this afternoon.” Davis told her.

“Please do. You can really see the bags under your eyes.”

Davis’s mom was right, the black circles under his eyes started to make her worried. He told her that he was okay, but she knew better. She had asked Davis many times why he wasn’t getting any sleep, but he never told her. He knew that if he told her mom she would flip, and would ground him from ever leaving the house. But instead of telling her the truth, he lied and said that it was the wolves that howled during the night that kept him up. The real reason though was because of all the wet dreams he had been having of Andrin. He also snuck out a few more times after the first night. He thought seeing Andrin again would clear his mind, and get rid of these wet dreams. Each time he would go he would see Andrin in the same position, a foot rested up on the seat and his head rested on a closed fist. He even had the same look in his eyes, dull and board. But once in a while he would catch him leaving his throne and walk around his court. Whenever Davis would go, he would hide in the shadows and peer into the large cave. But what he found odd whenever he went to see the King, was that he would never be spotted. And by the fourth time he went back, he didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Davis helped his mother after breakfast before he went back to his room to get dress. As he changed, he stared out his window. His home laid on top one of the hills of the village, so he had a good view of the forest that lay outside the gates. He sighed as he leaned against the window seal and stared out into trees, remembering last night’s dream.

He had dreamt that he was looking out the same window, naked, and Andrin was standing on the outskirts of the woods. Davis didn’t know how he could see a half a mile away, but he did. And with a blink of an eye, Andrin was gone. He got worried and started to look around for the wolf, poking his head out the window if he was standing at the base of the house. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt something soft run down his back. Davis stood still, afraid to move as he looked down and saw two furry arms slowly glide across his torso. He melted and almost shit himself as he heard a low growl in his ear. He wanted to scream, but it quickly turned into a moan as he felt something wet and smooth lick his ear.

“Come with me.” Davis heard .the thing behind him growl softly in his ear.

Davis didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even know who it was. But telling from the black fur that coated the arms around him, he had a good idea who it was. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and turned around. Once that he was facing the creature behind him, he opened and was left speechless. His jaw dropped, but was quickly closed by Andrin, who was standing in front of him with a large smirk on his face. Davis swallowed hard, almost chocking on his spit as he did. His jaw dropped again, this time lower and did the only thing he could think of, he dropped to one knee and bowered his head.


“You’re Majesty.” Davis quickly said, his head still lowered to the ground.

Davis waited for the Furry King to speak, but he never did. Davis didn’t know what he was doing either, so he looked up and saw Andrin smiling down at him. He gulped again, lowering his head back to the ground in respect and waited for the wolf to speak. Davis lifted his head again as he saw something above him. He saw that it was Andrin’s hand, outstretched in front of him. Davis looked from the paw, to Andrin’s face, then back to his paw. He knew he wanted him to take it, but he didn’t know if he should take it.

“Come with me.” Andrin said again. This time it wasn’t a growl, it was more normal.

Andrin’s smirk turned into a smile and Davis hesitated to take his hand. Taking a deep breath, Davis finally took Andrin’s hand and was lifted up. Just as he stood up, he looked around and found that he was not in his room anymore. Instead, he was back at the cave, and everyone from the court was there. He gave the Furry King a weak smile as he led him to the dance floor. As he was being led to the middle of the floor, Davis realized he was in an elegant, renaissance dress shirt with matching black coattails and pants. He then felt something on his face and pressed his free hand to it. He was kind of surprise to find he was wearing a mask, and when Andrin turned back around he was wearing one too. Andrin’s smile got bigger and he bowed to the young man. Davis did the same, unsure of what he was doing as he bowed. Once they bowed, Andrin took Davis into his arms and held him in a waltz position. Davis gulped as he heard the next song to play, quickly fallowed into step with Andrin as he began to waltz him around the room. Davis could keep up with the over size wolf and stumbled over his feet, looking on the ground so he wouldn’t step on the King’s feet. As the song continued, Andrin danced Davis around the room and circles around the other dancers. He was having a real good time, dropping his hand that rest on Davis’s hip lower to his ass. Davis gasped as he felt the Furry King squeeze him, and rested his head in his chest. Andrin smiled down at the mortal boy.

Davis didn’t know how long they were dancing together, but when he put his head back up, he realized that they were no longer on the dance floor anymore. He looked around and saw that they were behind a large rock that hid them from the rest of the court. His heart started to race as Andrin stopped dancing and gave him a smirk. Davis was just about to ask why they had stopped, but he was cut off as Andrin place a lustful kiss on his lips. Davis was taken surprise by his actions and moaned out. He tried to push the Furry again, off him, but it was no use. Andrin moaned into the kiss, pulling the human closer to his soft fur and asking to deepen the kiss. Davis moaned out again, giving into the wolf and opened for him. He had thought of that dream all day, regarding his chores and just thinking about it all day. He got a hard smack on the head a few times from his grandfather’s cane, causing him to yell in pain.

By the end of the day, Davis had a headache and thick welts on his hands and arms. As he shuffled into the house, he hissed in pain as he pulled off his work shirt and walked into his room. He filled his wash bowl with water and cleaned his skin up. He was tired of his grandfather hitting him with that cane, but I guessed he deserved it. He was careless all day, and almost caused three farmers their lives. He said he was sorry for not watching the horses, but no one accepted his apologies and was hit with his grandfather’s cane five times. Even as he washed he couldn’t stop thinking about King Andrin. His mind now was so warped by t the Furry he couldn’t even think straight. Everything to him seem like it was going to hell, and it was.

“I have to seem him again.” Davis said, looking in the mirror. “Maybe if I meet Andrin face to face, these thoughts will go away.” He smiled and quickly got dressed in his niceness outfit, he didn’t want to meet him looking like some peasant---which he was.

Before he left, he washed and combed his dirty brown hair. With a quick glace in the mirror, he grabbed his arts and craft’s cat mask he made when he was five. It was a white mask that pulled around his face, so it was easy to take on and off. He then quickly made cat ears out of a table cloth in his room, gluing it onto a piece of bent metal. After that he tied a long strip of the table cloth to his belt, making it into a tail. Once he was finished, he took a deep breath in and quietly cross the house to get his father’s old black cape. He was happy that no one saw him leave the house. He mother was busy at the stove cooking dinner, while his grandfather was in his chair by the fire. He stayed low to the ground once he was outside, afraid that somebody might see him and tell his mom what he was up to.

Once he was out of view from him home, he ran over to the village stables and asked for a horse. It was still light outside, so the village gates were still down. But the stable master warned him to be back in half an hour or else he would be locked out. Davis didn’t care if he got locked out; he planned on staying out all night till his dirty thoughts were gone. He thanked the stable master for the horse and climbed on, stashing his mask and ears into his bag. With a click of his heels into the horse’s ribs, he was off galloping through the village and out into the twilight. Davis knew exactly were he was going, he had a photographic memory and within fifteen minutes he was back at the willow tree. He tied the horse up on a nearby branch of another tree. After that, he opened his bag and pulled out his ears. He wanted to be ready, just in case if there were any guards at the entrance. He took a deep breath in as he walked back into the main entrance of the Furry Court.

Davis got scared as he arrived at the cave’s opening; it was exactly like his dream. There was a masquerade going on in the court. He stayed in the shadows for a while, staring around the cave to find the king. He sighed when he didn’t found him and took out his mask and ears. He was happy that there was a few Skinwalker among the group, so he was happy that he could blend in a bit. He took a deep breath once he tired his mask on and slowly stepped into the light. No one saw him enter, they were too busy dancing, talking and making out. Davis was surprise to see the orgy again, but then again it was in their nature. Davis quickly made his way over to the far left hand corner, he wanted to get as far away from the orgy that was going on. He feared that if he went over there, he would get hot again. So he stayed hovered around the tables full of food. Most of the plates were filled with fruits and vegetables, but there were also plates full of raw meat. Davis also avoided those tables, and just grabbed a handful of different fruits. He didn’t mean to eat their bounty, but he was hungry and didn’t have any dinner. He then made his way over to the far right corner. He wanted to stay there for a while before he went to look for their king.


“You seem to be having a good time.” Davis heard a voice behind him. Davis turned at the sudden deep voice, gasping out as he saw that it was a black wolf towering over him. What really got to Davis though was it Andrin was in the same outfit as in his dream. Davis knew what was coming next, and waited for him to lead him to the floor to dance.

“You’re majesty.” Davis softly said, bowing at his waist. The wolf bowed back and his smiled got bigger, scaring Davis in the progress. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Andrin said. “Could you ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“I’ve been watching you from across the room, and you seem…down.” Davis kept quiet, he just listened to the Furry King’s words. His heart started to beat faster and louder as Andrin slowly came closer. “So I was wondering if you’re having a good time.” he then grabbed Davis by the hand and led him to the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” Davis asked once they were in the middle of the floor.

“Dance with me.” was Andrin’s reply. “This is a party, and I don’t want to have any of my guest be left unsatisfied.” he smiled.

“But I don’t know how to dance any of these fancy dances.” Davis told him.

“Then let me change the tune so you can.” Andrin smirked, and with a look at the band, and a snap of his fingers the band stopped. Everyone who was dancing clapped and exited the floor. Just as the music died down, the band began to play a softer, slower pace of music. As they played, Andrin grabbed a hold of Davis and placed him into a waltz position. Davis gulped hard as he started to recall his dream, he knew what was coming next and he started to get hot just thinking about it. With a lick from Andrin on Davis’s nose, he swept Davis off his feet and started to waltz him around the room. Davis tried to keep up with the Furry, but he was too big for him and was taking too big of steps. Andrin saw that the mortal couldn’t keep up, and made his steps smaller. “Sorry.” He said.

“It’s okay.” Davis replied. He then made a small squeak as he was pulled into Andrin’s chest. Davis head was pressed against his chest, and even then he could feel Andrin’s fur peeking through the white cloth.

He smiled as he heard Andrin’s heartbeat, it made him feel calm and relax and he started to feel Andrin start to really waltz around the room. He sighed and looked back up at the Furry and saw he not in the court any more. Instead, they were behind a boulder that sat behind Andrin’s throne. Davis started to panic as his dream started to came back again, and he feared about what Andrin was going to do next. He to him it could go two way, one way would be like in his dream. But it could be the thing he feared. He feared that Andrin would call him out and kill him on the spot, or call the guard and take him to the dungeon. His heart race faster as Andrin slowly came to a stop, and he felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. Davis sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the wolf in front of him lick the shell of his ear.

“I know what you are.” Andrin whispered in Davis’s ear. He then pulled the cat ears off Davis’s head, fallowed by the tail he was wearing. Davis gasped and hid his head in his hands. He felt so ashamed for wearing such a costume he wanted to be killed right on the spot. “How dare you mock one of us!” Andrin then yelled, his arms crossed in front of him and his weight shifted to the side.

“Please, Sir.” Davis cried, lifting is head and looking into the Furry’s glowing red eyes. As he stared it seemed that they were glowing brighter then ever, causing Davis to grow weak in the knees. “I did not wish to mock you with the ears and tail.”

“Then do you wish to mock our cousins, the Skinwalker?”

“No. I didn’t wish to mock anybody.”

“Then why dress-up and crash my court?” his voice raised again and Davis started to get scared.

“Because I wanted to see you.” Davis yelled back, equaling his voice volume with the wolf’s.

Andrin sighed and shook his head, tossing the ears and tail to the ground. They stayed silence for a while. Davis didn’t know what Andrin was thinking, but what he was thinking was if he was going to die tonight or put into a cell. He’s hopes of getting out of here was started to fade as time past, it had been a full six minutes since the king spoke. Davis even thought of leaving, never to return again. But when he turned to leave, Andrin spoke out, stopping Davis in his tracks.

“You know if you wanted to have an audience with me,” Andrin softly said, strolling over to the boy. “You should have just asked.” he smiled, cupping Davis’s chin in his hand and pressing his furry lips to his.

Davis gasped out; his mind went blank as he was being kissed by a furry. He wanted to open for him, just like in his dream. But another part of his brain was telling him to pull back and run. And that’s what he did. He used all his strength to push off the wolf, and was able to brake from the kiss and run. Reality slowly came back to him as he ran back into the party. He even didn’t stop when Andrin called for him to stop. He just wanted to get away from this place, away from Andrin. He thought he could stand up to the Furry King, but it was no use and he ran all the out into the night air. Davis caught his breath once he was back at his horse, resting a hand on the animal’s side to steady himself. He looked over towards the willow tree, seeing if Andrin had fallowed him, but he didn’t once again. He kicked to tree that was beside him in frustration. His one chance of getting these dreams out of his head, and he blew it.

‘He might not even talk to me again.’ Davis thought, looking up to the full moon as he thought. He peered around after, wondering if he should go back home or go back into the party. He took one step back to the willow tree, thinking he should go back in and apologized to Andrin for his actions. But he stopped just short of the entrance and walked back to his horse, and untied her. He smiled at her and began to walk off to find some shelter for the rest of the night. He didn’t want to go back home, he wanted to sleep outside tonight. Then at day break, he would return to the court and apologize to Andrin then.

Back in the party, Andrin rejoined his court and sighed. He held Davis’s cat eats in his hands, playing with them between his index finger and thumb. He sighed again as he looked around the floor and saw a lion Skinwalker coming over to him. Andrin gave him a weak smile and returned his bow with on if his own.

“Was that the boy you’ve been telling me about?” the Skinwalker asked, standing besides the king.

“Yep,” Andrin replied, handing him the ears and tail. The lion Skinwalker took it and laughed lightly at the fake items.

“How did it go?” he then asked, glancing over at his friend.

“He ran away.” Andrin sighed, turning away from his party.

“What, But I thought things would go smoothly with you and the mortal.” the Skinwalker ran to catch up with his friend and king. He gave Andrin a worried look and his king just smiled back at him.

“Don’t worry, Kadin.” Andrin replied. “He’ll be back, I’m sure of it.”

Kadin sighed, “I hope you’re right.”

“You know I am always am.” Andrin smile got bigger and he opened the door to his chambers. “Oh, could you please tell the musicians to stop playing and tell everyone the party’s over. I don’t want the noise to keep me all night.”

“Yes, your majesty.” Kadin bowed slightly. And with that he turned on his heels and returned to the party. Andrin smiled as he watched his friend and Chief of the Royal Hashemite Court walk away.

He yawned once Kadin was gone and slipped into his chamber for the night. As he slipped out of his costume and climbed into bed, he wished that the mortal that came tonight would join him. But instead, he slept alone that night in his bed and wished what would have happen.