Authors: Sean Michael
Velvet Stables (3 page)
“Oh... Oh, pretty pony, come for me.”
Balfor arched, shivering, heat spraying over his hand, the scent of his pony’s seed heady.
“Oh. So beautiful.”
He brought his hands up, offering one to Balfor to clean, licking the other one himself. The soft, warm tongue licked him clean, lapping and laving his hand.
Prax sank against the solid chest, happy, petting his pretty pony. A soft sound vibrated the wide chest, Balfor easily supporting his weight.
One of the pups came over, tail wagging slowly, head down, eyes watching them. He reached out and pet the puppy, smiling as the dog-boy curled up on Blafor’s other thigh. Balfor nickered softly, hand landing on the pup’s shoulder.
It was quiet and peaceful, there were no judgments here, just pleasure and peace.
Balfor’s heart beat beneath his ear, solid. Sure.
He’d found his pony.
Prax smiled. No matter what else happened, he had this moment.
Bear and Zeb Together
Bear let Andy get the new boy, man, prince, whatever, settled into his rooms with Balfor. He needed to feed the puppies and then snuggle with Zeb for a day.
Or two.
“Come on, pup. Feeding time.”
Zeb had watched Zim go with Andy and Balfor, pouting, but at Bear’s command the pup crawled over to him, rubbing against his legs.
“Mmm... We need a lie-in, pup. A nice long day, just us, in bed with snacks and vids and cuddles.” He loved his job, he did, but once a month or so, he needed a snuggle day with his pup. It made things right.
Zeb barked happily, rubbing harder.
He nodded, agreeing. “Yes, tomorrow, I think. Popcorn and bubblecola and you and me in the covers. You water the kennel pups, I’ll get the food.”
“Yes, Master.” Zeb was practically glowing, his tail high and wagging as he went to do as he’d been asked.
Bear let himself admire his pup for a heartbeat, then went to work, petting little Tagalong and Charm, giving Tyg a long look, the big pup still in solitude, still growling. Poor boy -- his master had changed his mind, simply left his pup chained up in a cage, left behind without a home, a cent, anything.
Zeb met him near Tyg’s corner, his sweet pup watching the big dog and whimpering softly. It had terrified his pup, the thought of being left like that, his Zeb had been shocked that anyone could do such a thing.
“Stay back, sweet boy. He bites.” Bear shook his head. If the pup didn’t come around, Mal’d have him sent to a hospital, one for crazy people. “You hungry, Tyg? I have some food...” He poured the food out, watched Tyg turn his back on them, hide in the little house.
Zeb whimpered again, turning sad eyes on him. “It’s not right, Bear.”
“No, lovey, it’s not. He needs a master to heal his heart.”
Zeb came over to him, rubbing, head lifted for petting. “Do you think someone will come soon, Bear? He needs someone soon.”
“I hope so. He’s only got...” Bear shook his head. “No. Someone will come, pup. He’s a good boy, a brave pup. Someone strong and good will need him.”
Zeb whimpered and pressed closer. “Can we go home now, Master?” Zeb so rarely called him Master -- that was Andy, he was Bear -- it proved how disturbed his pup was by poor Tyg.
“Yes, Zeb. Come on, let’s go hibernate, okay?” He opened his arms, gathering Zeb up, then looked at Tyg. “I’ll not give up on you, pup.”
Zeb yipped and nuzzled him, wiggling before settling, quiet in his arms.
Bear carried his pup home, heading straight for his room with its huge, soft, warm bed. By the time they were there, his Zeb had relaxed enough that the pup was licking him, tongue sliding over whatever skin Zeb could reach, soft whimpers filling the air.
He tossed his pup into the center of their bed, stripping off his clothes before cuddling in. Zeb was already naked of course, except for the collar and cock-sheath. His pup’s tail was wiggling and wagging, the sweet, warm body sliding against him as soft, needy whimpers filled the air.
“Never leave you, pup. You’re mine and we’re family. Forever and for always.” He took one deep hard kiss after another, letting the contact soothe and arouse them both.
Zeb’s whimpers faded into low whines, his pup rubbing against him now with slower motions. He purred, hand circling his pup’s hard cock and pumping. Yes. Yes, this was good.
Very good.
Right.
Zeb barked for him, pushing into his hand, cock hot even through the leather sheath and the tip was leaking.
“Pretty puppy...” Bear pulled harder, moaning as his own cock grew hard and needy.
Zeb yipped and nipped at his collarbone, one leg going around his waist. Zeb’s long tail was moving with them, wagging sensuously.
Bear dropped one hand to that tail, shifting and rocking it, smiling as Zeb moaned.
“Bear... oh... “ Zeb barked again, little teeth sinking into his shoulder.
He pushed harder, his cock rubbing Zeb’s thighs, leaking and heavy and hot. Toothy puppies...
Zeb started growling, teeth working slowly down toward his nipples, his pup just rocking against him, absorbing every sensation. His pup had fire, energy, spirit and Bear adored it, encouraging it.
Teeth and lips and tongue worked one nipple and then his other, Zeb’s hands petting him, loving him.
“Such a good boy...” Bear worked the cock sheath off, shifting Zeb so that their shafts slid together surrounded by his hand.
Zeb’s head went back and his pup howled. Bear leaned in, biting Zeb’s throat, growling low, hips pushing harder.
Zeb howled again, heat splashing over his hand.
His own orgasm came soon, drawn by the scent of his pup’s pleasure, the pants of his Zeb. Zeb whined and wriggled down his body, licking him clean of their come.
“Mmm... good pup.” He stretched, shifting lazily, purring. He was going to stay. Right here.
Zeb’s tail shifted against his skin, his pup wagging as he licked and cleaned, nose snuffling against his balls and soft sounds telling him his pup was happy.
“Love you, pretty boy. My sweet Zeb.” He smiled, hands petting the soft fur.
Zeb nuzzled into his touch, tail wagging harder. “Love you, Master Bear.”
He drew Zeb into his arms, holding Zeb close, and rocking. “Good. We’ll have our snuggle now. Take tomorrow for just us.”
Zeb purred, licking his face. “Thank you, Bear.”
He nodded, although the truth was he wasn’t just doing it for Zeb. He needed to.
He needed his pup.
Zeb Worries about Tyg
Zeb wasn’t happy, not at all.
He was worried about Tyg.
The big pup had been inconsolable while he’d been in the kennels and then they’d heard such good things about his new master and had been told they might even be able to see for themselves soon. And then that man had come back. Zeb whimpered and pressed closer to Zim, the two of them curled up together in their basket, safe in Andy and Bear’s quarters.
Even just thinking of that man made him shiver with fright.
Tyg’s new owner had been knocked out and people had been hurt, one of the club’s people had died! And Tyg had fought, hadn’t let the bad man take him or hurt anyone else, instead had been brave and fought and fought, but Tyg had been hurt and now Bear said he didn’t know if Tyg would ever recover.
Zeb started whimpering and shifting, restless and unhappy and scared. Zim yipped and pet him, but Zim was just a little pup like him. Someone like the bad man could hurt them both really badly.
“Hey now, pups. Bad dreams?” Bear’s low growl sounded, so comforting, so warm, the naked man kneeling beside their basket.
“Something’s wrong with Zeb,” Zim spoke for him, like he often did, his brother pup knew him so well. He nodded, whimpering, yipping and searching for Bear’s warmth.
Bear gathered him up, drew him into those arms. “Feeling poorly, pup?” Those hands ran over his body, petting, exploring.
“Scared,” he whispered, pushing into Bear’s big body, knowing Bear wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
“Oh, now. You know Andy and I will keep you safe, pretty pup.” Bear stood, holding him close. “Zim, do you want to come to the bed with me or do you want in with your Andy?”
Zim bounced and barked. “Andy, please?”
Zeb nodded -- he needed Bear to himself: needed, needed, needed.
“Yes, pup. Come on.” He was carried down the hall, Zim let into Andy’s room, Bear’s partner still awake, nodding and lifting the covers for his brother pup.
Seeing Zim safely with Andy, Zeb forgot about his brother and rubbed against his dear Bear.
“That’s is, sweet pup. Let’s go snuggle.” Bear’s lips brushed his cheek, his shoulder.
“Do you think Tyg is getting snuggles,” he asked, looking up at Bear.
“I’m sure he is.” Bear settled them into the huge bed. “Dane’s a very caring man, and I hear Tyg agreed to see Richard again, too. Soon it will be us, pup.”
“Do you think so? I miss him and I was so scared when I heard that man had come back.”
He whimpered again, the thought still scary, even with Bear so near.
“We were all scared, but he’s gone now and you’re fine. I’m fine. Tyg will be fine.” Bear rocked him, surrounding him.
Zeb nodded, frightened yips slowly turning to happy little barks and rubbing. His Bear was so warm, felt so fine. One of Bear’s hands cupped his ass, slowly moving his tail, sending sparks through him. He shivered and whimpered pressing close.
“There, see? You and me and our bed, all safe and good, pup.”
He nodded, wagging his tail enthusiastically, Bear chasing away all his fears.
Bear purred for him, petting and stroking, fingers brushing his spine. “There’s my pretty pup, eyes shining.”
He barked for Bear, arching into the big hand.
Bear started playing with his tail, sliding it almost out, then pushing it back in. He shivered and yipped, vibrating with pleasure.
Bear leaned down. “Kiss me, pup. Show me how good it feels.”
He brought their mouths together happily, licking at Bear’s lips, wriggling happily. Bear’s kiss was deep, slow, stealing his breath and making him whimper with pleasure. Bear made him go from happy and half-aroused to hard and needing just like that.
“Mmm... my pup. Mine. No one else’s.” Bear’s eyes were sure, serious. “No one.”
He nodded, tail wagging hard. “Yours, Bear. Yours. Yours. Yours.”
“Mine.” His tail was eased from him and he was drawn into Bear’s lap, straddling Bear’s heavy cock.
He shivered and whimpered, yipped eagerly. “Yes.” He rubbed against Bear’s cock. “Oh, yes.”
“Want you to ride me, pup. Want to feel you.”
He barked happily, excitedly. Yes, yes he could do that. He wanted to do that.
Bear chuckled, nodded. Those huge hands wrapped around his waist, lifting him. “Are you ready for me?”
Zeb nodded, managing to wag his ass eagerly. “Yes, Bear-love.”
“Good.” Bear lowered him, cock slowly spreading him wide, making him whimper and ache.
His eyes rolled, shivers rocking him. “Oh, Bear. Bear. So big. Filling me.” He barked and yipped.
“No room, pup, no room for anything but me.”
Zeb whimpered and nodded and wriggled his ass like he was still wearing his tail. He gasped as that made Bear’s prick stretch him more and slide across his gland and it was so good. Bear licked and lapped, teeth scraping his skin, marking him. Barking, almost howling, he moved on Bear’s cock, pleasure everywhere.
“My pup. Mine. No one else’s.” Bear bucked beneath him, fucking him hard.
“Yours.” He whimpered and yipped, flying.
“Yes. Mine. Always.” Bear roared, heat filling him.
He threw his head back and howled, heat splashing from his cock, pushed from him by Bear’s orgasm.
Bear curled around him, cocooning him, loving him. Holding him tight. He gave a soft yip, licking at Bear’s throat.
“Better, pup? Safe? Sound?”
“Oh yes, Bear. All good now.”
And he was. He couldn’t imagine anything bad happening to him when he was all wrapped up in Bear’s arms, in Bear’s love.
“Yes. Good. Sleep here, pup. With me.”
“Oh, yes, please, Bear, thank you so much.”
He curled into Bear’s heat. Bear hummed, rocking them. Easing him.
He wagged his ass, and yipped softly. “I love you.”
“Love you, pup.” His tail was cleaned, slicked, eased back into him. “Sleep now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Yes, Bear.” He wagged again, feeling his tail swish against his ass, against Bear’s thighs.
They settled together, Bear’s hand cupping his ass, Bear’s throat under his lips.
It was just right, warm and safe and he let his eyes close, so happy.
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