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[18+] “Desire’s Wings” by Rykar Thornpaw (read by Greyloch, part 2 of 2)
[18+] On an unassuming day, Rykar finds himself challenged by new desires awakened by going out to a leather bar with his friends.
Today’s story is the second and final part of “Desire’s Wings” by Rykar Thornpaw, he is a wheelchair-using liotter who loves science fiction and fantasy. He is currently outlining and drafting a trilogy of science-fantasy books set in his own world named Oros.
Last time, Rykar found out he enjoys leather, and now he’s going to have to finally come to terms with his desires.
Read by Greyloch, your Northwoods Guide.
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It can take something special to first make one feel they belong at Pride. I myself, once, would have said it wasn’t for me, I wasn’t queer enough, I’d be taking a space away from someone who needed or deserved it more. But that’s the voice of shame, not pride, and whatever shouts it down long enough to take the first step is a blessing: for pride is the birthright of anyone not entirely straight, whatever orientation, whatever ability, however much time they must still spend in whatever closet.
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Today is gonna be a good day. It’s Saturday. I’m proud of myself for waking up today.
The warm water cascaded down my back fur, and God, it felt so good. The soapy, sudsy mane I had just finished rinsing off hung in my eyes. The shower was my safe haven. It allowed me to relax, to just be. It was my own little world.
Most of the time was devoted to making my body and fur feel clean and comfortable. I make sure to wash every part of my body, making sure it gets the care it needs. The hard plastic of the shower chair is slick with water. The rhythmic pattering of the warm water slowly trickles to a stop as I turn the shower off.
**
After my shower, I brush my teeth and fluff up my mane so that it rests on my shoulders. I take good care of myself, even though I may not look handsome. I blink the water out of my eyes, and go over my daily checklist. One, get my clothes on. Two, eat breakfast. Three, be excited. It’s June, which is my birthday month. Today is gonna be a great day, I repeat to myself.
I crawl down from my shower chair that I use as a bench for when I brush my teeth, then I exit the bathroom with my towel. My long, thick, heavy tail drags behind me. My soft paws grip the wooden floor as I crawl to my bedroom to get changed. It’s really a blessing that this apartment is accessible. Besides, I live on the first floor! What more could I want?
I’ve been doing that lately, practicing gratitude for the good things in my life.
My clothes lie haphazardly on the floor. Everything is low to the ground so I can just hop on up. One of the perks of being disabled isn’t just that you can cut waiting lines, it’s also that you can crawl around naked and no one cares! I don’t look in the mirror, I’d know what I’d see; a tiny yet stocky hybrid of lion and otter. My face and muzzle is otter-like in shape, but the rest of my body is all lion. Big and compact, yet still sleek due to my otter heritage. My arms are strong, but my legs aren’t. It’s always been that way, doctors could never know why.
**
As I’m getting my clothes on, I get a ping from my phone.
Hey Rykar! You ready for tonight? Dan and I will be at your place at 4:30 pm! - Will
Ah. I had completely forgotten that it was Will’s birthday today. They had wanted to go to a store and bar tonight. We were gonna eat on the way, but they decided against it at the last minute. Will and Dan were gay, and I had befriended them one day when I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment a couple weeks in. They helped me get a spare key, and it was history from there. I hadn’t really befriended anyone else in Rosewood Towers except them.
**
Will’s a huge lion, and Dan is an even bigger tiger. They call themselves odd titles, like sir, daddy, boy and puppy. I think I’ve even heard Dan call Will his master before. I don’t think the puppy title makes sense because Will’s a lion, but still. Both are in the local leather scene here. It’s not something I’m really into, but I support them both. Truthfully, I think the leather outfits they wear look a little silly, but who am I to judge? I’ve always admired Will and Dan’s ability to shrug off weird looks from animals when they’re wearing their leathers, honestly. I wish I could work up the confidence to try some leather someday. I just don’t want to stand out anymore than I already do. I’m disabled, and on top of it, I’m a hybrid. Wearing leather would just make me feel silly. Maybe someday.
**
The soft cotton of my white long-sleeve shirt feels nice against my fur, and my sweatpants are nice and comfy. I shoot off a quick text saying I’m excited, then I prepare a modest breakfast, some cereal.
I sit on the couch and eat. It is quite yummy. I have a whole day to myself before Will and Dan get here. Time to do all the things that need doing, like cleaning, and folding laundry. Boring stuff, but it needs to be done.
**
After I clean my apartment, dust all the furniture, and vacuum the best I can, I tackle my laundry. As I fold clothes my mind wanders. I wonder how my family is doing. I should call them tomorrow. Then my mind drifts to Dan and Will. They seem really happy together, I’m glad for them. I really hope I can get a partner like one of them. They seem…so in sync with one another, it’s crazy. I’ve even heard them finish each other’s sentences. I’ve never really thought about dating before, really. I mean, of course I have. I know there’s someone for me, it’s…just…who would want to live with a disabled person? Who would want me? I’m…useless. Worthless. Broken. But I know that’s just lies my mind tells me. I’m a catch. I’m funny, smart, kind, and a ray of light. I’m desirable. I reassure myself as I finish up my laundry.
**
The next thing on my list is to relax and have a quick lunch before Dan and Will get here. I take out a frozen pot pie, heat it up in the microwave, and eat it. I’ve always loved pot pies, the creamy richness of all the flavors go so well together. I grew up eating them, and I still love them.
After I eat, I scroll on my phone. I keep seeing videos of wolves and otters putting on fashionable leather jackets. The sound of them is enhanced by some microphones they hold near as they put them on.
The videos begin to slowly increase in intensity. Another video shows me a big, burly, barrel-chested older otter in a harness, and tight leather pants that leave little to the imagination. Whoa. That otter is ripped. Those pecs… The otter starts flexing for the viewer. “Like that, boy?” The otter rasps in a gruff, heavily masculinized manner.
What the fuck am I watching? And why am I…hard? When did I get onto the gay side of Boople? …Am I gay? No. I’ve had crushes on female animals before! For crying out loud, there was Sabrina! So why am I hard?
I feel the slow beginnings of confused arousal start in my groin as I swipe through more and more videos of male lions, tigers, cheetahs, leopards, and many other animals, all wearing leather of some sort. From brown to black, to whole uniforms with red and blue accents, the colors weave and blur together into a muted painting.
A harnessed cheetah wearing a leather jockstrap dances in a nightclub. Swipe.
A polar bear wearing a Muir cap, leather gloves, and leather pants smiles at me, and caresses what looks like to be a whip. “Ready for your punishment, boy? Daddy’s been waiting.” Swipe.
My eyes grow wide at that one.
A handsome lion begins suiting up in a full leather uniform. He’s naked except for his underwear, which sports an impressive bulge. It cuts to him wearing a leather shirt and pants. He grins at the camera, and flexes his pecs. Then he puts on gloves, boots, and a jacket. Finally, he pretends to kiss the screen.
Then, I find a video that sent my confused arousal into overdrive. My paw instinctively goes to my rock-hard erection, and I begin to stroke myself. I see a male otter on his knees, wearing all leather, like the lion in the video just before. He’s collared and leashed, looking suggestively at a tiger wearing, yet again, a full leather uniform. They begin to make out, the soft, wet sounds of their kissing is heard through my phone. I softly groan and gasp as my erection throbs with need. I put my paw down my underwear and feel my pulsating, thick, barbed cock. My soft pawpads caress and pull upwards. The otter and tiger continue to make out intensely, and their creaky leather uniforms are so loud. God. Why is this so hot to me? My cock continues to grow harder. I’m at full mast now. I’ve never been this hard in my life. The otter breaks away, and calls the tiger daddy. My cock twitches involuntarily, as I gasp and squeak and groan with pleasure. “Mmmpph!!” I feverishly stroke and moan. My shaft pulsates as I imagine myself being sandwiched between the two male animals.
I peak and ride the crest of my orgasm as warm sticky semen gushes into my paw and floods my underwear. The video has replayed itself three times now, each utterance of “daddy” sending me into a spiral of confusion. I take my paw from my cock. The warm light of my lamp glistens off my semen-coated digits. I lick it. I groan as I do, sending another shockwave of arousal directly to my painfully hard cock. I suckle my own paw, tasting my cum. It tastes...salty. I…can’t believe I just did that. Ew. But it tasted….good.
**
Why’d I do that? Why’d I imagine all that? Am I gay? I can’t be gay! No! I….just….animals get horny sometimes! It’s fine!
I change my underwear and put on a fresh pair, stuffing my cum-stained undies in my laundry basket in my bedroom. Fuck. Now Will and Dan are gonna smell it and I don’t have any more dirty laundry to hide it!
….The next best thing is to lick it clean. That’s the only thing I can think to do. There’s no time for me to do a whole load of laundry, not before they get here. So I do what needs to be done. I swipe my tongue over my underwear, smelling my own cum and musk. My eyes grow wide as my cock begins to throb with arousal.
N-No! Not again!
I begin to huff my underwear, and lick my own cum from my underwear so it’s relatively clean. I can’t stop smelling my own musk. The tsunami of arousal is about to crash, but I stay my paw. I must be calm and collected, although my mind is persistently focused on my own musk. “I will not be….aroused…” I growl to myself as I clean my underwear, while sporting a massive erection.
**
I manage to not give into my impulses, and I brush my teeth and use mouthwash for tonight. I also change into something more presentable than just raggedy sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt. I now have slightly nicer sweatpants on, and a better, more formal long-sleeve shirt on, in a soft blue, my favorite color. It reminds me of the ocean, my favorite place to be. It’s 4:30 pm, they should be here soon to eat a quick dinner. I’m on Boople while I’m waiting, and there’s no sign of leather-wearing animals anywhere.
Ding!
I pad over to unlock the door, and I hear Will and Dan before I see them. Why do they sound…so familiar? I open the door, and all I see is leather. My eyes widen. I take in their smiles, their bright-eyed enthusiasm to see me, but all I can focus on is their leather.
“Hey man! You ready for tonight?” Will, the smaller, younger lion says. Dan steps in as well, and offers his hellos. Both are dressed in full leather uniforms, just like the ones I saw on Boople. My breathing quickens a bit before I manage to calm down. Both are very muscular, and heavyset, like powerlifters. They both hug me, their strong arms encircle me.
“Y-yeah! I’m excited! Where’d you say we were going tonight?” I ask, nervous laughter bubbling up from my muzzle. Yet again, the name of the store and bar eludes me. Did they say it in their texts? I don’t think so.
“We’re going to Void Leathers tonight to pick up a new jacket for Will here! Then we’re going to the new Eclipse bar that just opened last month. Come on, get with it, Rykar. We talked about this, and you aren’t…really dressed for the occasion. Or did you want to stick out like a sore dewclaw? I know you aren’t….well, gay but still. You still into going?” Will rumbles good-naturedly.
I nod, and laugh with them. I reassure them that yes, I do still want to go with them. “Your leather uniforms are so unique and awesome.” I smile at them, while a deluge of thoughts swirl around in my mind. What if I get hard thinking about their leather? Shit!
**
The dinner goes off without any hitches, nor any erections. As I get inside Will’s car, Dan heaves my transport wheelchair in the trunk. All I can think about is their leathers. The smell, the feel, how loud they are…if I’m not careful, I’m gonna pop a boner, and I really do not want to do that.
Will sidles up to me in the backseat. “I think you should buy some leather, man. It’s just a material, but it might make you more confident with the ladies! You’d look good in a harness, I’m sure! Or a jacket!” He winks at me, and smiles. Oh, Will and Dan, did you know I explosively came today watching gay leather videos on Boople?
I laugh. “Maybe! I’m not too sure if I wanna date just yet. I’ve been thinking about it though!”
Will’s tight leather pants creak as he shifts around in his seat, as Dan starts the car and drives to our first destination, Void Leathers. All three of us make small talk, and we get there without any issue, nor any unwanted surprises from me.
This was the first of two parts of “Desire’s Wings” by Rykar Thornpaw, read for you by Greyloch, your Northwoods Guide. Tune in next time to find out whether or not Rykar goes through with the purchase.
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