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[18+] “Bragging Rights” by SakaraFox and Rob MacWolf (read by Dirt Coyote, part 1 of 2)
[18+] Today’s story is the first of two parts of “Bragging Rights” by SakaraFox, and Rob MacWolf who, who if they had a dollar for each time they’ve collaborated would have three dollars, which isn’t a lot but it’s interesting it’s happened repeatedly, most recently in When the World Was Young an anthology from the Furry Historical Fiction Society, and you can find more of their stories on their respective SoFurry galleries.
Read by Dirt Coyote, lately of twitter dot com.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
Speaker:If that's not your cup of tea,
Speaker:or there are youngsters listening,
Speaker:please skip this one
Speaker:and come back for another story another time.
Speaker:You’re listening to The Voice of Dog,
Speaker:and Today’s story
Speaker:is the first of two parts of “Bragging Rights”
Speaker:by SakaraFox, and Rob MacWolf who,
Speaker:who if they had a dollar for each time they’ve collaborated
Speaker:would have three dollars,
Speaker:which isn’t a lot but it’s interesting it’s happened repeatedly,
Speaker:most recently in When the World Was Young
Speaker:an anthology from the Furry Historical Fiction Society,
Speaker:and you can find more of their stories
Speaker:on their respective SoFurry galleries.
Speaker:Read by Dirt Coyote,
Speaker:lately of twitter dot com.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Bragging Rights”
Speaker:by SakaraFox and Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:Part 1 of 2 A full moon hung
Speaker:low in the sparkling night sky.
Speaker:Its silvery light streamed through the pines and skittered across the deathly still lake.
Speaker:But the night was still young,
Speaker:and the warbling coos of pigeons still echoed from the treetops where they huddled in cozy nests.
Speaker:The hustle and bustle of the lakeside camp had slowly begun to wind down.
Speaker:The clacking of knapstones and scrape of sleds faded into eager voices that gossiped and giggled.
Speaker:For the Lentavohi chores ended at sunset.
Speaker:So, without so much as a moment’s hesitation,
Speaker:they had set down their stone tools
Speaker:and hung the last of the fresh pelts to dry,
Speaker:committing to their leisure as diligently
Speaker:as they had set to work at dawn.
Speaker:They gathered in groups,
Speaker:some stoking fires beside the still lake,
Speaker:shouting and laughing as they drank and roasted the day’s catch of pike and bream. Others, however, took to the warmth of their large, pointed Lavvu shelters.
Speaker:Sakara was amongst the latter,
Speaker:flanked by a four-strong warband of rowdy companions,
Speaker:plus one taciturn rearguard.
Speaker:But rather than spears they
Speaker:each carried a clay jug,
Speaker:the sickly white contents sloshing back and forth as they waltzed towards a shelter
Speaker:without a care in the world.
Speaker:Besides being kin,
Speaker:as all Lentavohi were,
Speaker:they didn’t seem much alike:
Speaker:from the quiet and scrawny fox that was Sakara,
Speaker:to the grizzled otter in graying fur and scarred sides,
Speaker:to the stocky lynx who belted out a warcry for no other reason than drunken shenanigans,
Speaker:to the hyena who followed behind and remained
Speaker:by far the quietest.
Speaker:But the Lentavohi were well enough used to these,
Speaker:well, not rituals,
Speaker:for these weren’t what you could call rituals,
Speaker:especially not if Sana the Shaman were in earshot.
Speaker:These were all night gatherings,
Speaker:between these hunters, specifically,
Speaker:and the tribe paid the ruckus no more mind than they would the horses neighing in the night breeze.
Speaker:Soon enough they found their shelter,
Speaker:marked by a piece of blackened ivory hanging over the entryway.
Speaker:The cover was set aside
Speaker:and within they spied a toasty fire,
Speaker:its flickering light making the heavy reindeer hide walls glow.
Speaker:It emboldened the crude hunting depictions daubed upon them,
Speaker:the deer appearing to leap across the shelter.
Speaker:Though perhaps they would not look so animated
Speaker:to hunters who had not drunk
Speaker:quite so much. With all the grace of an avalanche they piled inside. Sakara wisely stood back and waited until the scrum of flailing, half-naked hunters had squeezed inside,
Speaker:then neatly slipped in behind them and pulled the cover shut. “Lads,” Tukki, the older
Speaker:—not old, he would insist sharply, if he needed to
Speaker:—otter raised a jug,
Speaker:“here’s to us who take care of what needs to be done,
Speaker:without distractions!”
Speaker:The others followed his example and drank, save the Hyena, nearest the door,
Speaker:who professed no taste for kumiss.
Speaker:“What’s that mean, then?”
Speaker:he leaned forward and asked the fox next to him,
Speaker:once his muzzle was no longer occupied with the jug.
Speaker:“He means…” the Fox, who very evidently did not at all share the hyena’s reluctance to partake,
Speaker:“like… us!” He waved a paw around the sweat lodge, generally if unsteadily taking in the gathering of males
Speaker:—marten, lynx, badger,
Speaker:otter, hyena, and oh yes,
Speaker:fox, mustn’t forget himself
Speaker:—stripped naked (or mostly)
Speaker:and relaxing in the steam coming off the fire-heated rocks before it billowed out the hole at the top.
Speaker:Initially scented with handfuls of lavender,
Speaker:the steam rapidly absorbed the scent of musk and sweat.
Speaker:One might be forgiven for wondering how so many drunken hunters could stand the smell of eachother.
Speaker:Did they like it or something?
Speaker:The hyena, still stubbornly in his loincloth and vest,
Speaker:thank you, crossed his arms.
Speaker:“What kind of distractions, Sakara,
Speaker:do we,” he cast an
Speaker:uncertain eye around the sweat lodge,
Speaker:“not have?” His scent was muted,
Speaker:but unmistakably there:
Speaker:metallic and rich,
Speaker:like a long-used cooking spit.
Speaker:“You know,” grinned the marten,
Speaker:though nobody’d asked
Speaker:him, “we’re the ones who aren’t going to be putting any whelps in anybody’s belly!”
Speaker:His scent was sharp
Speaker:and peppery, like wild brassica.
Speaker:“That’s one way to put it,”
Speaker:Sakara shrugged and shuffled toward the hyena.
Speaker:He pressed his shoulder to Conor’s, enjoying the prickly sensation of his short, coarse fur
Speaker:brushing against him.
Speaker:“I have… My own way of putting it.”
Speaker:Conor’s steely gaze was fixed on Sakara,
Speaker:an eternal frown etched into his grizzled muzzle.
Speaker:It didn’t so much as flinch as the fox leaned over and pressed his cold nose to the hyena’s lips,
Speaker:nor did it appear to provoke him when he felt something
Speaker:firm grope his long
Speaker:leather loincloth.
Speaker:“I see…” The hyena mumbled matter-of-factly,
Speaker:giving the fox a gentle, but assertive
Speaker:shove. Drunk as he was, Sakara took the hint and shrank back.
Speaker:The hyena often needed space,
Speaker:and he respected that.
Speaker:After all, Conor had been through a lot in his twenty-two summers of strife.
Speaker:Each of the countless scars that shredded his sinewy body was like a boulder,
Speaker:tied to his waist by an unbreakable cord,
Speaker:that would keep him from moving forward.
Speaker:“But Sakara told me the Lentavohi are not hostile to…
Speaker:men such as us. Behavior such as this.
Speaker:So why a special place?”
Speaker:Conor added and cocked his head to the side curiously.
Speaker:“Do they merely tolerate us?”
Speaker:It was a fair question, admittedly.
Speaker:Some tribes did not tolerate it,
Speaker:though they were the exception.
Speaker:A good chief knew not to let hate fester within their fellow hunters,
Speaker:lest they risk a knife in the chest,
Speaker:or a famine when those valuable hunters up and left. “Not at all!” Yapped the lynx, which didn’t clarify much, but his eyelids were drooping as he swayed unsteadily on his backside.
Speaker:When he finished,
Speaker:the thick-scented lynx tipped his head back and gulped greedily from the jug again
Speaker:and if there had been anything else he’d meant to say
Speaker:it was apparently forgotten.
Speaker:“The tribe has no qualms with men like us,”
Speaker:Tukki chimed in. His ottery musk rode over the top of the cacophony of male smells saturating the steam like an ocarina
Speaker:over the sound of drums,
Speaker:and his voice commanded a rich wealth of wisdom,
Speaker:no matter how young he tried to act.
Speaker:“A good tribe, a strong tribe,
Speaker:takes care of the whelps, of course.
Speaker:But not too many, eh? Oh, they’re precious
Speaker:and you’ll not hear me say different,
Speaker:but they’re also mouths to feed.”
Speaker:“You want more hunters than you want fathers,
Speaker:if you get what I mean,”
Speaker:the marten chimed in.
Speaker:“More folks bringing food in than bearing children to eat it.”
Speaker:“All you are too young to remember,” Tukki said gravely, before he was interrupted by groans, paused to shout them down, took another drink,
Speaker:and then remembered what he had been going to say.
Speaker:“Back when I was still a whelp,
Speaker:we did starve. Game was all gone, we were living on only fruit and roots and even,”
Speaker:he spat into the fire,
Speaker:“leaves. When the drought summer hit,
Speaker:and all the fruit shriveled,
Speaker:the elders had to choose. Feed themselves, or feed us young folk.”
Speaker:He took another long drink.
Speaker:“Which is why now, you lot get to act
Speaker:like I’m old even when I’m still in my prime!”
Speaker:He sat back down, legs lazily spread as if in punctuation.
Speaker:The murmur of understanding agreement Conor had been about to speak retreated in haste from the sight of the not
Speaker:-old-still-in-his-prime
Speaker:otter’s endowments on full display.
Speaker:“So you’re saying that now,”
Speaker:the marten raised an eyebrow,
Speaker:“we don’t have to worry about a famine because having us means the tribe doesn’t have as many babies?”
Speaker:“Well,” Tukki said,
Speaker:“It’d also help if some of you would listen when I tell you to be careful about overhunting.”
Speaker:“Yeah,” Sakara chimed in,
Speaker:“respect the elders!”
Speaker:and got Tukki’s discarded buckskin thong flung in his face for his troubles.
Speaker:“It sounds to me,” said the Lynx, with feigned innocence,
Speaker:“like we need to give the big strong warrior a proper welcome.”
Speaker:The last apart from Conor to still be wearing anything,
Speaker:he busily proceeded to unfasten his kilt.
Speaker:“Putting yourself forward for the opportunity?”
Speaker:the marten bristled.
Speaker:“Just practicing hospitality!”
Speaker:The lynx leaned backward across the marten to toss his kilt atop the marten’s breechcloth and leggings and took the opportunity to relax atop the other male’s lap.
Speaker:“And why should he prefer your…
Speaker:hospitality to mine?”
Speaker:Tukki’s whiskers quivered.
Speaker:“Young vigor’s fine while you’ve got it,
Speaker:but I’ve got experience, you know.
Speaker:You could all learn a thing or two from someone who’s had time to figure out what he’s doing!
Speaker:You know, it wasn’t ever just our horses that made the other tribes envious.
Speaker:I would go so far to say my…
Speaker:Personal touch
Speaker:sealed more than a few trades.”
Speaker:“I just enjoy the company,”
Speaker:rumbled the deep, but kindly voice of the badger,
Speaker:earthy and soft like his scent,
Speaker:who lifted his arm from around the other side of the comparatively tiny marten to shrug.
Speaker:“I’m sure you’ll find that we’re all fun lads.
Speaker:I’ve had most of them,
Speaker:I would only advise that you be wary of this one,”
Speaker:he explained and softly squeezed the marten under his arm.
Speaker:“What’s to be wary of?”
Speaker:The marten barked back stubbornly,
Speaker:squirming free of the badger, and the lynx, and coming to…
Speaker:Well, he hardly towered over the badger even in this arrangement.
Speaker:The marten cocked his head to the side and tapped his foot impatiently
Speaker:on the dry grass and fur.
Speaker:“You came in my eye!
Speaker:Felt like it was going to pop for days,”
Speaker:the badger grumbled,
Speaker:cupping the formerly afflicted eye with an oversized paw for emphasis.
Speaker:A chuckle went up around the room at this revelation,
Speaker:and the lynx even gave the marten an encouraging pat on the back.
Speaker:But Conor remained unmoved, still nervously eyeing each of the hunters carefully before,
Speaker:at last, he came to his dear Sakara.
Speaker:In a very rare display,
Speaker:Conor gripped the fox’s paw and gave him a tug.
Speaker:It was a show of vulnerability.
Speaker:One so fleeting you could blink and miss it.
Speaker:Sakara almost did miss it,
Speaker:enraptured in the unfurling banter before them.
Speaker:“The point is,” Tukki half-shouted over the din,
Speaker:“the tribe has no problem with any man laying with another man.
Speaker:Just cause I know what a good cock tastes like
Speaker:doesn’t make me any less of a Lentavohi,
Speaker:and they know that!
Speaker:But we still, now and then,
Speaker:have to have a night all to ourselves, right?
Speaker:A place that’s for
Speaker:us!” The fox’s gigantic grin vanished in an instant
Speaker:as he turned to acknowledge the hyena.
Speaker:The look on Conor’s face was grim.
Speaker:Even more so than its usual corpse-like disposition.
Speaker:“Sakara, this isn’t the place for me…”
Speaker:Conor whispered as the fox drew nearer to listen,
Speaker:ears perked. The hyena opened his maw to explain how it felt,
Speaker:like the walls were slowly closing in, squeezing him,
Speaker:crushing the life out of him.
Speaker:Like the steam was suffocating him.
Speaker:But the commotion was too great.
Speaker:“And after all the good things I’ve said about you!”
Speaker:The marten threw up his arms in an exaggerated display of outrage, his tone far from scathing.
Speaker:In fact, he seemed on the brink of uncontrollable laughter as he sat back atop the shaggy skirt
Speaker:bunched at the badger’s feet,
Speaker:let his head rest back against the badger’s belly,
Speaker:and rested his arms on the thick thighs on either side of him.
Speaker:“You mean like ‘big, cuddly bear with the girth of an oak tree,’ Harjakas?”
Speaker:The badger hummed,
Speaker:reaching down and affectionately cradling the marten’s head in his paw. “Mmhm, that’s a good one,”
Speaker:the marten cooed, and pressed his head against the badger’s soft chest.
Speaker:When he turned and shot a curious gaze at Conor,
Speaker:the hyena almost recoiled from the sudden attention.
Speaker:“Say, Sakara, don’t you have anything good to say about that exotic treat of yours.”
Speaker:The expression made Conor’s hackles rise.
Speaker:It was insulting,
Speaker:but in a way he couldn’t quite explain,
Speaker:like his black-spotted sandy fur made him more of a curiosity than a companion.
Speaker:But as furious as it made him,
Speaker:he bottled it up
Speaker:and kept his muzzle shut.
Speaker:An ugly fate awaited him should he turn the Lentavohi against
Speaker:him. Beside him, Sakara had noticed the raised hackles and the tension in those
Speaker:frightening muscles
Speaker:hidden just beneath a half-starved body.
Speaker:It made his own fur stand on end,
Speaker:though more out of surprise than anything else.
Speaker:So, the fox cleared his throat and quickly cut in.
Speaker:“Please, he’s not exotic, and he’s not a treat.
Speaker:Conor is a warrior who walks many trails,
Speaker:wild like the wind,”
Speaker:explained the fox.
Speaker:As he did, he made sweeping gestures that tried their best to explain the vast distances the hyena had traveled,
Speaker:then sank back with a smirk while he stroked Conor’s inner thigh.
Speaker:“And breaking him was as fun as breaking in a spirited wild horse.” The
Speaker:others were hooked on every word,
Speaker:as if it were a tale of gratuitous bravery in the face of some
Speaker:insurmountable challenge declared by the spirits themselves.
Speaker:But Conor was much less enthralled.
Speaker:“Sakara…” He growled subtly,
Speaker:while his odd tail began to thump the floor impatiently.
Speaker:In response, the fox firmly squeezed the hyena’s thigh,
Speaker:hoping to reassure his mate as he leaned in close. Sakara pressed his lips against those broad and scruffy ears,
Speaker:smacking his dry lips and whispering.
Speaker:“They are curious.
Speaker:Let me satisfy that,
Speaker:and they will excuse you.”
Speaker:Conor huffed out of frustration,
Speaker:nodding once, before he pressed the back of his paw against Sakara
Speaker:and pushed the fox away.
Speaker:The fox silently obliged.
Speaker:It hurt, but he knew Conor cared.
Speaker:He only did this because he cared,
Speaker:and he didn’t want to do anything that would hurt Sakara.
Speaker:But the demons had always made that hard.
Speaker:“A rugged kind of hunter,
Speaker:ay?” Cut in Pehmeä’s booming voice,
Speaker:chin on one knee,
Speaker:lost in thought as he pictured the kind of hyena
Speaker:Conor was in bed.
Speaker:“Like, back against the rocks,
Speaker:tongue lathering your member.
Speaker:Or a passionate night under an open sky,
Speaker:rolling around in the soft dirt and grass…”
Speaker:The lynx mused, trailing off as he became lost in this fantasy he had
Speaker:created. “Sounds wonderful”
Speaker:added Harjakas softly,
Speaker:almost lost in this fantasy with the lynx, who was his,
Speaker:well, not mate. Rather, the lynx and marten were simply each other’s favorites and very close friends,
Speaker:in a sharing the same Lavvu shelter kind of way.
Speaker:The number of times Sakara has
Speaker:asked didn’t that count as being mates had so far
Speaker:not met with any further explanation. “Bet
Speaker:he stinks good too,”
Speaker:slurred the badger as he lowered a jug from his muzzle and spat sour Kumis into the fire.
Speaker:“It is a bold and impressive claim,
Speaker:but that equine virility you boast is rare,”
Speaker:croaked the otter, unconvinced after his brief appraisal of the claim,
Speaker:as he went on to explain with the usual nostalgia for a prime
Speaker:long past. “In all my years I’ve met only two who I can say for certain rut
Speaker:like ornery stallions.
Speaker:And one of them is right here with you,”
Speaker:he claimed and reached down to flick his sheath,
Speaker:which elicited another groan from Conor.
Speaker:“Now, now, easy friends.
Speaker:I can tell from those juicy red tips poking out of your sheaths
Speaker:that you’re hungry for a demonstration,”
Speaker:Sakara warned and gestured to the very unashamed collection of erections that were growing around them.
Speaker:“But understand, Conor wanders
Speaker:for a reason, and we must respect that.”
Speaker:There was a sigh and a disappointed huff,
Speaker:each of the hunters looking to each other with a nod of agreement.
Speaker:They would not get much more tonight,
Speaker:that had in all honesty been clear from the start,
Speaker:but they had tried nonetheless.
Speaker:Be it out of stubbornness or a desire to cheer up their guest
Speaker:was up to each hunter,
Speaker:and what they had sought from this night.
Speaker:The thought to force things in a certain direction didn’t even cross anyone’s mind,
Speaker:no matter how rowdy they got nor how much Kumis they drank.
Speaker:Such activities were for the hostages they captured,
Speaker:not a welcome guest whose mate was your very kin.
Speaker:Such an act would undoubtedly enrage the spirits,
Speaker:let alone their kin
Speaker:and the fierce warrior who he bedded.
Speaker:And the wrath of the spirits was the last thing anybody,
Speaker:even those of poor reputation,
Speaker:wanted. “Thank you, all, for your enthusiasm,”
Speaker:Conor bowed politely,
Speaker:then slowly rose and stood before the sweat lodge’s fire.
Speaker:“But I really must be excused.
Speaker:I don’t like leaving Kuveli on his own,”
Speaker:he explained as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and tugged on his chafing loincloth.
Speaker:“Coddling a whelp. Won’t do either of you any good,”
Speaker:mumbled Tukki from across the fire,
Speaker:to which Conor flashed an ugly snarl.
Speaker:But a moment later,
Speaker:after prodding the fire with a stick,
Speaker:the otter rose and bowed unsteadily back.
Speaker:“You are excused.” The snarl left Conor’s muzzle,
Speaker:eventually, and after a few farewells
Speaker:he turned and gathered up his beaver skin boots.
Speaker:Just as quick as he put on the boots and fastened them with gutskins,
Speaker:he was gone. The gathered company watched the entrance to the sweat lodge flap closed behind the retreating hyena.
Speaker:And like that, he had vanished into the cold darkness outside. “So,” Huolet stared at Sakara as if he wanted to press the fox against the wall with his gaze alone,
Speaker:“is it as big as you made it out to be?” “Well,” Sakara glanced down into his jug,
Speaker:found all the kumiss within it had somehow found its way into him,
Speaker:and so decided he might as well.
Speaker:“It’s scarily big. Sometimes I’m grateful he takes it instead of giving it.” “I bet it would feel
Speaker:so good though.” Pehmeä mused,
Speaker:“Hit the spot in just the right way” “Hmph,
Speaker:well, why don’t you train me then, Pehmeä?”
Speaker:Both Sakara and his stiffening shaft
Speaker:enjoyed the warm glow of brashness driving him on to tease the lynx,
Speaker:“I’ve always kinda fancied having my back against you
Speaker:and feeling your member between my legs.
Speaker:And you’re close to almost as thick as my hyena,
Speaker:even if you’re not as long.
Speaker:long.” Sakara let the tip of his bright red tongue taunt the lynx for a moment,
Speaker:much like the tip of something else bright and red also determined to emerge.
Speaker:“Could be good practice.”
Speaker:Pehmea, alas, was too occupied to rise to the bait.
Speaker:“You, taking a ride on me?
Speaker:That’ll be quite the sight!
Speaker:I’d almost do it right now if I hadn’t promised my prickly little marten here a good night.”
Speaker:The lynx nuzzled the back of the marten’s neck,
Speaker:who had one hand down between the lynx’s soft thighs where something else was rising.
Speaker:“In that case, you better make me scream for more later.”
Speaker:The marten grinned at Sakara
Speaker:though he was talking to Pehmeä.
Speaker:“Now, this one,” Pehmeä slid an arm around Harjakas’ slim chest,
Speaker:and the marten’s paw took the invitation to further exploration
Speaker:of the territory behind the lynx’s fuzzy orbs,
Speaker:“This one’s got what matters more than size:
Speaker:stamina, and hunger.
Speaker:Last winter, you remember that blizzard?” “You gonna try to claim you two rutted so much
Speaker:it caused a snowstorm somehow?”
Speaker:Tukki snorted. “During the blizzard,”
Speaker:the lynx’s voice wrestled its way over the otter’s interjection,
Speaker:“we were trapped inside for three days and I had not a thing to do but carve patterns into a mountain goat leg bone.
Speaker:Well, this one lays his head between my legs and goes to work with his tongue.
Speaker:Took some focus to keep my hand steady,
Speaker:let me tell you. He suckles on me
Speaker:for the whole three
Speaker:days! We only stopped to sleep and melt bowlfuls of snow so we didn’t die of thirst.”
Speaker:“You should see the kind of carvings,”
Speaker:Harjakas grinned wickedly,
Speaker:“that a man starts putting on a bone after two days of having a hungry muzzle around his cock.”
Speaker:“And you two,” Tukki harumphed,
Speaker:skeptical, “didn’t feel any need to eat, these three days?” “I can’t speak for him,” Harjakas said, “but I always had plenty in my belly!”
Speaker:The otter grimaced the way a hunter does when he’s walked into a trap, and knows it.
Speaker:“I don’t know,” Huolet rumbled from beside the steaming rocks,
Speaker:“if a hunter can be trusted to give an honest account of his mate.
Speaker:Hunters brag, after all,
Speaker:and a man naturally wants to flatter the man
Speaker:he’s mated to. Makes it hard to believe the things either of you,”
Speaker:the badger’s eyes darted between Sakara and Pehmeä,
Speaker:“say about your lovers.
Speaker:I prefer to trust what I’ve seen myself,
Speaker:thank you.” “We all know,” Sakara sniffed,
Speaker:“how much you prefer to see
Speaker:everything yourself.”
Speaker:“And more so,” Harjakas bristled,
Speaker:“we’re not mated!”
Speaker:“If you found a way,”
Speaker:Huolet clicked his tongue,
Speaker:“to spend three days with a man’s cock in your mouth without coming out mated to him after?
Speaker:Then that’s an even taller tale than claiming to have sucked his cock for three days!”
Speaker:“Already forgetting the time,” purred Pehmeä, “that he came in your eye?
Speaker:That sound like something a mated man would do to you?”
Speaker:“Oh, I never let a man being mated already stop me,”
Speaker:Huolet grinned. “We know!” Tukki barked and clapped the badger on the back. “I’m just saying,” the badger blinked at the effort it took to push through the kumiss-induced fog and discover what, in fact, he was saying.
Speaker:“being able to spend a night in the bed of whatever male
Speaker:wants me that night,
Speaker:that’s the life! Some hunter’s mate,
Speaker:she isn’t interested tonight?
Speaker:No trouble, I know how to take care of that. Some fool of a gatherer gave away all his firewood,
Speaker:and now he’s in for a cold night?
Speaker:Well, I can keep you warm.
Speaker:A pair of my fellow… how’d
Speaker:you put it, Tukki?”
Speaker:“The thing about not putting whelps in anyone’s belly?”
Speaker:The otter tilted his head.
Speaker:“No, that was Harjakas,” said Sakara. “No, something about being the ones who don’t get distracted.”
Speaker:The badger finished.
Speaker:The company shrugged.
Speaker:“Well, two of us have room for a third, for a night. Even if one of them does get his spend in your eye.” “Oh,” Pehmeä growled drily,
Speaker:“I wonder who he could be talking about.”
Speaker:“But that’s the thing,”
Speaker:Huolet finished,
Speaker:“Is it lets me live without distractions like Tukki said I’m pretty sure.
Speaker:I don’t need to talk about how big my man’s shaft is after he leaves without showing it himself.
Speaker:I don’t need to make up stories about three day fucks.
Speaker:I don’t have to speak for anybody but me.
Speaker:And any man who doesn’t believe what I say about me,
Speaker:well, he’s welcome to take me to bed and see for himself!”
Speaker:“Sounds like you’ve all got an idea or
Speaker:two,” Tukki leaned back on the bundles of sweet grass and sharp smelling cedar strips that served as seats,
Speaker:arched his back and spread his arms as if to stretch and certainly not to show off his
Speaker:still stocky and solidly muscled body,
Speaker:“But I’m not convinced you young studs don’t all still have a thing or two to learn.”
Speaker:“From our elders?” Harjakas chirped.
Speaker:“From a man with more experience.”
Speaker:Tukki smirked. “Sakara.
Speaker:You got a big thick
Speaker:beautiful chunk of man like that,
Speaker:but you can’t get him inside you?
Speaker:Harjakas, you call just holding a cock between your lips for three days a feat?
Speaker:I’ll guess it’s impressive,
Speaker:but that’s gonna turn into a naught
Speaker:but a chore soon enough. And Huolet, you best be sure you’re good enough in bed to make putting you there worth it!”
Speaker:“I never said that!”
Speaker:Sakara bemoaned and shattered the mood which the otter had so carefully curated.
Speaker:“He’s just shy and doesn't like strangers.
Speaker:And besides, I’m the one who puts it in him,”
Speaker:he added with no small amount of offense.
Speaker:The fox turned up his nose then folded
Speaker:his arms and legs,
Speaker:with no desire to continue this insult to his prowess.
Speaker:“You, on top of him?”
Speaker:The graying otter cocked his head to the side,
Speaker:a smirk stretched across his muzzle on the verge of laughter.
Speaker:“But he is built like a bear, and you…
Speaker:You look like a scrawny birch tree, fox!”
Speaker:“Looks can be deceptive.
Speaker:You of all the hunters should know
Speaker:that,” Sakara grumbled back dispassionately.
Speaker:But he couldn’t help watching the otter, his eyes aglow,
Speaker:like he could see prey through the darkness.
Speaker:It sent a tingle up his spine.
Speaker:“Looks like you’ve both got something to prove,”
Speaker:boomed the voice of the badger.
Speaker:Its sound drew the attention of both the fox and the
Speaker:otter, who turned their heads at once with curious expressions.
Speaker:“And we still need a show!”
Speaker:Pehmeä heckled with curled toes. Sakara gulped and twisted his head back to Tukki,
Speaker:then at the eager-faced marten,
Speaker:lynx, and badger,
Speaker:and then back at Tukki.
Speaker:This hardly seemed like a sound plan,
Speaker:and frankly a night with a mortar and pestle
Speaker:would do less damage to the old otter scout.
Speaker:The fox paused and shuddered at that thought,
Speaker:only to raise his head and see Tukki’s burning eyes fixed upon him once again.
Speaker:By the spirits, they were really going to do
Speaker:this, weren’t they? “What’s the matter, Sakara?”
Speaker:The otter said with a chuckle that seemed to rattle his chest, clearly having noticed the fox’s maw hung open in surprise.
Speaker:“You look hungry like that.
Speaker:Perhaps you care to wrap your lips around some
Speaker:firmer meat tonight.”
Speaker:When it came to men,
Speaker:the only folks Sakara had ever bedded were his beloved hyena,
Speaker:and that lump of a wolf that was his chief.
Speaker:Both of which were his agemates or thereabouts,
Speaker:within five or so summers.
Speaker:He had never looked upon the few older Lentavohi
Speaker:in that way, not ever,
Speaker:and yet… Tukki stirred something in his loins.
Speaker:Perhaps it was the sinewy body, not too strong,
Speaker:but not just skin and bones.
Speaker:Perhaps it was the way he spoke
Speaker:dirty, with a well-trained tongue capable of many tricks.
Speaker:Perhaps it was even that thong of his,
Speaker:which he never appeared to wear anything more than.
Speaker:Sakara really couldn’t say, and yet something in him wanted to at least be close with Tukki.
Speaker:To smell his scent and feel the
Speaker:bristle of that cold, gray fur against his nose.
Speaker:Maybe it was just some instinct, or even the will of spirits.
Speaker:Perhaps he saw something of Sana in him,
Speaker:and the fox had always wanted to try with Sana.
Speaker:Though, despite being open to just about anyone,
Speaker:the shaman was elusive when it came to intimacy.
Speaker:“You’ve boasted a lot,”
Speaker:the fox replied, after some thought.
Speaker:“But can you really live up to your claims?”
Speaker:His lips flashed a coy smile
Speaker:and his legs unfurled slightly, a show of interest,
Speaker:but not quite acceptance of the offer.
Speaker:But it was enough for Tukki,
Speaker:and the otter’s hungry smile widened while his eyes seemed to glow brighter.
Speaker:“I think you and I need to go somewhere more
Speaker:private,” Tukki cooed as he reached out his bony fingers.
Speaker:Gently, he ran them through the lush fur on the fox’s chest.
Speaker:It felt wonderful,
Speaker:and at his touch,
Speaker:Sakara knew he wanted the otter.
Speaker:He wanted him in that way only two men of their disposition could want each other,
Speaker:and he could smell that Tukki wanted him just as much.
Speaker:Tukki’s gentle caress made his spine tingle,
Speaker:and the lust that followed was almost supernatural.
Speaker:So, in a sign of agreement,
Speaker:he slowly lifted one paw and gently took hold of Tukki’s paw.
Speaker:He still had his reservations,
Speaker:and they were certainly numerous, but in the end an old proverb came to mind:
Speaker:“When the cock wakes up,
Speaker:it has no eyes to care about looks,
Speaker:or ears to care what anyone’s going to say.” When
Speaker:he’d heard it as a young hunter
Speaker:it’d been meant as a warning,
Speaker:but as a man grown
Speaker:he supposed he had a different interpretation.
Speaker:“Hey, but-” The lynx began to complain,
Speaker:but Tukki was having none of it.
Speaker:“Ack!” The otter growled and shoved his palm in the lynx’s face.
Speaker:“Stroke each other off if you’re that
Speaker:desperate to see something.” This was the first of two parts of “Bragging Rights”
Speaker:by SakaraFox and Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:read for you by Dirt Coyote, lately of twitter dot com.
Speaker:Tune in next time
Speaker:to find out why Tukki’s so insistent on privacy.
Speaker:As always, you can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog,
Speaker:or find the show wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Thank you for listening
Speaker:to The Voice of Dog.
