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“Midnight” by Kayodé Lycaon [18+]
[18+] After a difficult therapy session and spending the evening alone, Conor is lying awake in bed. When Donovan returns from an evening with friends, Conor struggles not to push his partner away.
Today’s story is “Midnight” by Kayode Lycaon, a gregarious painted wolf who is just starting out his writing career. His story “Dark Garden Lake” about a reluctant assassin appears in The Reclamation Project - Year One by FurPlanet, and you can find more of his stories on his website kayode.co.
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Transcript
Today, I'm leading a mature story for adult listeners.
Khaki QOD:If that's not your cup of tea or there are youngsters listening,
Khaki QOD:you can skip this one and there'll be a new story for you next time.
Khaki QOD:Content warning.
Khaki QOD:There are mentions of past self-harm and past traumas.
Khaki QOD:You're listening to the voice of dog.
Khaki QOD:I'm cocky.
Khaki QOD:You're faithful, fireside companion.
Khaki QOD:And today's story is midnight by KOD.
Khaki QOD:Like.
Khaki QOD:Uh, gregarious painted Wolf who was just starting out his writing career.
Khaki QOD:The story, dark garden lake about a relaxant assassin
Khaki QOD:appears in the reclamation project year one by for planet.
Khaki QOD:And you can find more of his stories on his website, KOD dot Cole.
Khaki QOD:Please enjoy.
Khaki QOD:Midnight.
Khaki QOD:Bye.
Khaki QOD:Kiyota like.
Khaki QOD:Maya's flick as I hear the front door creak open.
Khaki QOD:The fair on the back of my neck raisers and my breath quickens.
Khaki QOD:My brain screams that someone is breaking into the apartment and
Khaki QOD:then it starts looking for weapons.
Khaki QOD:I squeezed my eyes shut and try to ignore it.
Khaki QOD:To little effect.
Khaki QOD:There's a baseball bat in the corner, but it's on the other side of the room.
Khaki QOD:I should be able to get to it, but even if I don't get to it, I can still
Khaki QOD:make the intruder regret being alive.
Khaki QOD:I may be a tiny runt of a Wolf, but I know how to fight mean.
Khaki QOD:Heavy sunk makes me flinch, but then I hear the heavy familiar
Khaki QOD:footfalls of a snow leopard.
Khaki QOD:They must have learned to walk from Willdabeast.
Khaki QOD:My partner's home.
Khaki QOD:I slowly opened my eyes and tried to get my breathing under control.
Khaki QOD:Donovan flicks on a light and a glimmer of yellow seeps under the bedroom door.
Khaki QOD:Then an unsteady pile of silverware clatters to the floor.
Khaki QOD:He curses, none too softly.
Khaki QOD:And I cringe because I'm the one who stacked half a
Khaki QOD:dozen knives, butter knives.
Khaki QOD:Fortunately on top of three precariously stacked balls.
Khaki QOD:After some rummaging in the kitchen, the light fades out.
Khaki QOD:The bedroom door opened slowly as Doniphan beaks in.
Khaki QOD:My night adjusted eyes can see his muzzle clearly in the cold
Khaki QOD:blue of the distance streetlights far below the living room window.
Khaki QOD:Donovan startles back as he sees the reflected gleam from my eyes.
Khaki QOD:Connor.
Khaki QOD:He asked softly.
Khaki QOD:Yeah.
Khaki QOD:I croak.
Khaki QOD:He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, ISU.
Khaki QOD:I appreciate that.
Khaki QOD:He's learned not to ask stupid questions.
Khaki QOD:Like if I was awake,
Khaki QOD:You okay.
Khaki QOD:Just peachy.
Khaki QOD:I pad between quick breaths.
Khaki QOD:Donovan pushes the door all the way, helping and steps over to the bed.
Khaki QOD:I scoot over so he can sit beside me.
Khaki QOD:He holds out a POL and I take it.
Khaki QOD:While he sits there, his thumb rubs slowly over the back of my pool.
Khaki QOD:He breathes slowly and deliberately until my breaths matches.
Khaki QOD:The pain in my chest eases and my ears fold back as my
Khaki QOD:brain starts working again.
Khaki QOD:Sorry by the knives.
Khaki QOD:I say sheepishly.
Khaki QOD:He looks at me for a moment.
Khaki QOD:Puzzled.
Khaki QOD:Then he quirks a little.
Khaki QOD:We'll work on properly stacking dishes and other night.
Khaki QOD:I look up into his eyes with a forced smile.
Khaki QOD:Before someone dies in some horribly tragic way.
Khaki QOD:I hope.
Khaki QOD:You're not getting rid of either of us that quickly you chuckles.
Khaki QOD:Well, then I say, Yeah, I'll make an, a rather hard on a Wolf, you know?
Khaki QOD:He sits up and pulls back the covers to peak, not all that hard.
Khaki QOD:He replies.
Khaki QOD:I snort and let myself sink back into the bed.
Khaki QOD:I suppose not.
Khaki QOD:Donovan stands up and let's go with my ball before tugging his shirt off.
Khaki QOD:My eyes linger on him.
Khaki QOD:He isn't the most attractive snow leopard in the world is
Khaki QOD:almost the exact opposite of me.
Khaki QOD:Taller slower and heavier.
Khaki QOD:Yeah, the porch on his belly has a certain dignity to it.
Khaki QOD:More, a product of sitting in an office than lack of exercise.
Khaki QOD:He'd reached the prime of his life young and left it far too early while
Khaki QOD:I have yet to enter the prime of mine.
Khaki QOD:I smile as he removed his pants.
Khaki QOD:The color of his boxers is lost in the dimness of the light.
Khaki QOD:But I imagine them to be the red ones.
Khaki QOD:I like so much the ones I picked out.
Khaki QOD:Then my ears sag.
Khaki QOD:Cause I remember nearly having a panic attack in the middle
Khaki QOD:of the department store.
Khaki QOD:So much of our lives is spent dealing with my issues.
Khaki QOD:My attention wanders.
Khaki QOD:Until the bed creaks has Donovan slips under the covers.
Khaki QOD:Next to me.
Khaki QOD:I look over my shoulder at him.
Khaki QOD:Our eyes meet.
Khaki QOD:And his scent fills my nose.
Khaki QOD:There's a faint, sharp note of alcohol.
Khaki QOD:I have noticed before.
Khaki QOD:But I expected that.
Khaki QOD:Part of me still aches for one more drink, but I'm not going to ask him to
Khaki QOD:give up, having a drink with friends.
Khaki QOD:What I didn't expect was the sour smell of worry.
Khaki QOD:Did you want to talk a bit.
Khaki QOD:He asks quietly.
Khaki QOD:If you wanna, I reply rolling over.
Khaki QOD:He ain't got nothing else to do, but lie here.
Khaki QOD:He reaches a poor out to brush my muzzle.
Khaki QOD:Rough day.
Khaki QOD:Not particularly.
Khaki QOD:My ears fall back slightly.
Khaki QOD:School was fine.
Khaki QOD:Therapy sucked.
Khaki QOD:There's days with Megan, right?
Khaki QOD:Usually I sniff.
Khaki QOD:Megan was out.
Khaki QOD:So David and I did in the MDR session.
Khaki QOD:Oh, who says.
Khaki QOD:You could have, let me know.
Khaki QOD:No, I don't, you're not out.
Khaki QOD:I say quietly.
Khaki QOD:You spend every other day of the week with me.
Khaki QOD:Still.
Khaki QOD:I grabbed his poor.
Khaki QOD:No.
Khaki QOD:You got to take care of yourself.
Khaki QOD:Ain't going to do neither of us.
Khaki QOD:Any good.
Khaki QOD:Otherwise.
Khaki QOD:Sorry.
Khaki QOD:He whispers.
Khaki QOD:I breathe out slowly and softened my tone.
Khaki QOD:You don't need to apologize.
Khaki QOD:I feel guilty all the time.
Khaki QOD:Keeping you stuck at home.
Khaki QOD:Giving you a night out, makes me feel better.
Khaki QOD:Don't worry about letting me cry it out once a week.
Khaki QOD:I always worry.
Khaki QOD:He says, as he slides a finger down the inside of my arm,
Khaki QOD:brushing across the thin scars.
Khaki QOD:I got to learn how to cope sometime.
Khaki QOD:I notice Paul, and then look him in the eye.
Khaki QOD:And I do appreciate all you do for me.
Khaki QOD:We should have more to give back.
Khaki QOD:Tears up a bit and I'm feeling my own eyes trying to do the same.
Khaki QOD:Guilt eats at me because I know he wants to hold me that he needs more than words.
Khaki QOD:I don't know if I can.
Khaki QOD:Therapy took everything I had.
Khaki QOD:We living the past tore open old wounds that had only begun to heal.
Khaki QOD:After spending the evening alone.
Khaki QOD:Everything had closed in.
Khaki QOD:And I can't bear to be touched.
Khaki QOD:I
Khaki QOD:don't say that he sniffs you're fighting as hard as you can.
Khaki QOD:He wiped a tear from my eye.
Khaki QOD:As close as he dare get without asking me first.
Khaki QOD:There's a lot of med changes before we get it right.
Khaki QOD:I shift over to rest my head on his shoulder, but my ears flicked
Khaki QOD:back when he kisses my forehead.
Khaki QOD:Give me a minute.
Khaki QOD:I say shakily, as he pulls back with a whispered apology.
Khaki QOD:He gently rubs my Juul.
Khaki QOD:Speaking of meds.
Khaki QOD:Did you take yours?
Khaki QOD:I look up at him.
Khaki QOD:Yeah.
Khaki QOD:Y.
Khaki QOD:You're a lot more awake than I expected.
Khaki QOD:Did you increase your antipsychotic?
Khaki QOD:Like you were supposed to.
Khaki QOD:My ears fold back and I grumble out a no.
Khaki QOD:He looks at me for a long moment before I look away.
Khaki QOD:I'm dreading another increase.
Khaki QOD:The last time I felt like a dead Wolf walking.
Khaki QOD:My eyes couldn't stay open.
Khaki QOD:My pores shook and I was tripping over my own feet, but the
Khaki QOD:worst was the lack of emotions.
Khaki QOD:There was no happier, sad, only a blank unbearable emptiness.
Khaki QOD:Emptiness that could lead me to cut again, just so I could feel something.
Khaki QOD:It took me nearly a week at the higher dose to feel somewhat normal.
Khaki QOD:Again.
Khaki QOD:If I got you another pill, would you take it?
Khaki QOD:He asks quietly.
Khaki QOD:If you insist, I mumble.
Khaki QOD:I do.
Khaki QOD:Donovan gets up with a stiff groan and walks out of the
Khaki QOD:room to get me a cup of water.
Khaki QOD:When he comes back, he uses phone as a flashlight to find the right medication.
Khaki QOD:After he finds it.
Khaki QOD:He brings it to me.
Khaki QOD:I rolled into a sitting position and take the pill he holds out.
Khaki QOD:Then I reach out with trembling pours to grasp the prophet cup.
Khaki QOD:It takes both of them to hold the cup without spilling the water everywhere, but
Khaki QOD:I'm thankful he doesn't try to help me.
Khaki QOD:Thanks.
Khaki QOD:I whisper as I hand the cup back.
Khaki QOD:You're welcome.
Khaki QOD:Donovan says.
Khaki QOD:Then he sits on the bed next to me and rubs his back with a moderate curse.
Khaki QOD:I could rub your back.
Khaki QOD:If you lack.
Khaki QOD:I say.
Khaki QOD:Hey knowns and then walks around the bed so he can lie down on his side of it.
Khaki QOD:I crawl out from under the covers on do all fours.
Khaki QOD:The room feels like it's tipping back and forth.
Khaki QOD:So I have to concentrate on moving carefully.
Khaki QOD:He's almost too large for my short legs.
Khaki QOD:But eventually I'm able to straddle his back without sitting on him.
Khaki QOD:I reach out my pores and cold my fingers through his thick
Khaki QOD:for feeling for tense muscles.
Khaki QOD:It doesn't take long before I managed to get a grown out
Khaki QOD:of him was I need his back.
Khaki QOD:I close my eyes and work by feel.
Khaki QOD:My fingers are clumsy.
Khaki QOD:But they haven't lost any of their strength.
Khaki QOD:A bit later, I realized my bear, sheath and bowls are brushing against this for.
Khaki QOD:I don't know if the, my tip is peaking.
Khaki QOD:I'm not exactly in the mood, but it does feel nice.
Khaki QOD:As I work, my body backs down from the anxiety.
Khaki QOD:I felt all night.
Khaki QOD:By the time I'm done rubbing his back, my hackles have smoothed out
Khaki QOD:completely, and my ears are relaxed.
Khaki QOD:Then I lie down next to him, half leaning on him.
Khaki QOD:He turns to look at me.
Khaki QOD:Our noses touch and I likely kiss his lips.
Khaki QOD:My tail wags slowly and his puffs up.
Khaki QOD:In response, Donovan tilts his head so he can kiss more fully.
Khaki QOD:His lips linger on mine and I smile.
Khaki QOD:Encouraged he rolls on his side so he can reach out a
Khaki QOD:tentative ball toward my shoulder.
Khaki QOD:I leaned towards it to give him permission while I rest my muzzle on his neck.
Khaki QOD:His other arm wraps around me to support my head while his poor strokes, my back.
Khaki QOD:I close my eyes and breathe out slowly.
Khaki QOD:The ball, my shoulder moves to my side and it's soft fingers come through my, for.
Khaki QOD:I love you, Connor.
Khaki QOD:He whispers into my ear.
Khaki QOD:More than anyone else in the world.
Khaki QOD:My hackles bristle for a moment that has words.
Khaki QOD:I forced them back down.
Khaki QOD:I opened my eyes and look into his.
Khaki QOD:The glow faintly with reflected light.
Khaki QOD:I try to say the same words, but they catch in my throat.
Khaki QOD:My chest hurts from the effort, but I can't get them out.
Khaki QOD:Fighting back guilt.
Khaki QOD:I reach out to rubbish cheek.
Khaki QOD:Our now.
Khaki QOD:I whispered earnestly.
Khaki QOD:And now you do.
Khaki QOD:He kisses my forehead.
Khaki QOD:And I know you love me the same.
Khaki QOD:Aye.
Khaki QOD:My voice stammers.
Khaki QOD:I do.
Khaki QOD:I leaned my head harder into his neck and sniff.
Khaki QOD:What can I tell you?
Khaki QOD:I cry.
Khaki QOD:You don't need to.
Khaki QOD:He cradles the back of my head and kisses me again.
Khaki QOD:Love is more than just words.
Khaki QOD:Is Paul's slides down my side to my waist and he looked me in the
Khaki QOD:eyes with an unspoken question.
Khaki QOD:You can touch me.
Khaki QOD:I reply.
Khaki QOD:He wraps his poor, gently around my sheath and his fingers brushed
Khaki QOD:the short, soft fare back and forth slowly drawing out my cock.
Khaki QOD:I knows his neck while the back of his clothes rub along my shaft.
Khaki QOD:The leathery pads kiss my tip and I closed my eyes.
Khaki QOD:My tears dry as he follows me.
Khaki QOD:Each touch, ease the tension in my shoulders.
Khaki QOD:And I feel small and vulnerable in this pause.
Khaki QOD:The warm glow between my legs.
Khaki QOD:We just, from my heart, as I leaned against him.
Khaki QOD:Donovan keeps his strokes light as my body starts to respond.
Khaki QOD:My car, correct to its full length.
Khaki QOD:And there's a familiar twinge in my shaft, warning me things aren't working right.
Khaki QOD:Pressure in my cock bills until the tip almost aches, but nothing happens.
Khaki QOD:Something is squeezing parts inside of me making orgasm all but impossible.
Khaki QOD:The feeling peaks and then everything relaxes only to slowly build again, like
Khaki QOD:it always does after I've taken my meds.
Khaki QOD:I wrapped my arm around him to hold myself close to his chest.
Khaki QOD:While he continued his administration's.
Khaki QOD:He never pushes me too far, keeping me in a gentle haze of distant pleasure.
Khaki QOD:My need ebbs and flows, never getting urgent as he touches
Khaki QOD:me in the most intimate way.
Khaki QOD:The tension in my chest melts.
Khaki QOD:His other poor strokes me from head to tail and the motion pushes my ears back.
Khaki QOD:So they flop into place with each stroke.
Khaki QOD:When we kiss.
Khaki QOD:Is per rumbles through us.
Khaki QOD:These moments where we both share love in the same way.
Khaki QOD:Our precious beyond any price.
Khaki QOD:So many times we need to meet halfway and be left, wanting.
Khaki QOD:Tonight.
Khaki QOD:I can accept this touch.
Khaki QOD:Be as close as he so often desires.
Khaki QOD:In return.
Khaki QOD:His touch feels might need to be desired to know I'm wanted above anything else.
Khaki QOD:My lips linger on his again, but my head is starting to feel heavy.
Khaki QOD:I licked Donovan's chin to get his attention without breaking the moment.
Khaki QOD:Meds kicking in.
Khaki QOD:He whispers.
Khaki QOD:Yeah.
Khaki QOD:I nod.
Khaki QOD:It's Paul leaves my cock to pull me into his embrace.
Khaki QOD:As he holds me close is per roars in my ears.
Khaki QOD:It shakes me to my core and tears cloud, my vision.
Khaki QOD:I blinked them away so I can look him in the eye.
Khaki QOD:In the windows to our souls, there are depths only our love can reveal.
Khaki QOD:I am his and he is mine.
Khaki QOD:Nothing else matters.
Khaki QOD:No costs is too high.
Khaki QOD:Because all I am.
Khaki QOD:Is enough for him.
Khaki QOD:And finally I can whisper.
Khaki QOD:I love you.
Khaki QOD:This was midnight by Kiyota likey on.
Khaki QOD:Read for you by cocky your faithful fireside companion.
Khaki QOD:You can find more stories on the web@thevoice.dog or find the show
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Khaki QOD:And if you have a story you think would be a good fit, please get in touch.
Khaki QOD:I'm at khaki doggy on Twitter and telegram.
Khaki QOD:And I'd love to hear from you.
Khaki QOD:Thank you for listening.
