Page 10 of Howls and Home Runs

“Wait! Put my head behind you.” She gives me a look of confused interest and sets my head behind her.

“Don’t you want to watch?” Lainey asks over her shoulder talking to my head.

“I want to taste you while you taste me.” She whimpers as my tongue sinks into her sweet cunt. My mind flashes to memories of Andy wearing me to his parties then Andy on the locker room floor. I blink rapidly. No, don’t think about that now. My eyes close tightly trying to ward off the thoughts. Lainey reaches her hand back, resting it on my face.

“We can stop if you need a moment, I’m here for you.” Just like that, she snaps me back to this moment, the memories vanishing immediately. Calmness washing over me in waves. My Lainey girl is magic.

“No, I’m not done with you yet.” She smirks when I nip at her thigh playfully.

Lainey sinks her warm mouth back onto my now chilled, but still firm cock. Gasping at the heat I continue to thrust my tongue inside of her, caressing her walls, exploring deeper and dragging those delicious sounds out of her pretty little mouth while they vibrate against my length. My claws dig into the underside of the bench as Lainey tortures me with her tongue, switching to long slow licks. I follow Lainey and lick her slower until I hit a spot that makes her arch back against my muzzle. Taking my cock in her hand she starts to pump my knot in fluid movements that feel like heaven, no Lainey. They feel like Lainey. “Right there, don’t stop.” Her whimpers and exhales add new sensations to the mix as she rides my tongue, hand still milking me.

She alternates soft licks and sucks on my sensitive tip and soon my cock is violently twitching as my balls tighten. “Lainey, I’m going to… I’m…” I pant as she moves faster now. Her mouth wrapped around me as deep as she can handle. I pick up the pace, following her lead with long strokes and short flicks to her sweet spots. She’s so close.

Her body goes rigid like mine. Wanting her to fall over that edge together, I focus on pleasuring her sweet cunt, chasing her release until it hits us both like a freight train as we grab onto each other, her nails in my thighs and my paw wrapped in her hair.

She swallows down what she can, the rest of my cum dripping down her chin past her reddened swollen lips. The sight has me feral for her, my cock staying stiff. Lainey swipes some of the lost cum from her chin, bringing it to her mouth and licking it off. A whine escapes me and she gives me her signature smirk. That smirk is slowly becoming a pavlovian response for me. Down boy.

We take a moment to catch our breaths before she puts her shorts back on and places my head back on my shoulders and sits in my lap. My tongue flicking out to clean the remaining cum on her soft skin. Our arms fall around each other, and I rest my chin on her sweat soaked hair. I’m so gone for her. Feelings burst in my chest, new feelings.

Chapter thirteen

Lainey

Wow. That was… amazing. I didn’t expect oral with a mascot wolf to be like that. Though, I never expected to give oral to a fur suit either. No, he’s more than just a fur suit. I still don’t know what to call him, but the urge to call him mine pushes at my chest. I feel safe with Wilder.

Wilder nuzzles his snout into my neck, inhaling deeply with a soft sigh. “Practice then?” His voice a deep rumble that does nothing for keeping my shorts dry. Settle down Lainey.

I sigh dramatically, “I suppose so.” Taking in Wilder’s handsome face and grinning. I move from the bench, gently unzipping him and slipping inside. Wilder attempts to stifle a moan but fails. “Didn’t get enough, big guy?”

“You being inside-makes me… feel things.” Wilder’s voice turns strained as I wiggle inside him, the suit going stiff for a moment before settling back to its soft and pliable state.

“Such a good boy for me.” He whines again as I hold his hollow head up to my face, smirking at him before placing it over mine. I love riling him up like that.

We head out to the field and practice for a while. I work on moving around with his massive head on my shoulders and he teases me from time to time, giving me gentle squeezes in the suit and controlling the arms, rubbing his foam against me to tease me.

Wilder tells me stories about his favorite games and how he loves making people smile. He loves being a mascot and the fans absolutely adore him. I mean, he is the famous Wilder after all.

“Lainey,” he says almost too quietly.

“What’s up big guy?”

“Can I admit something to you?”

Sensing his tension, I breathe calmly hoping it helps Wilder as much as it helps me. “Of course. Should we sit? Or should I get out so we can talk?” Wilder doesn’t need to breathe but I feel his chest rise and fall slowly before he relaxes a bit. Good boy.

“I rather like you like this, but maybe this is a talk to have when you’re not inside of me so I can focus.” He barks out a laugh before assisting with the zipper so I can step out. Zipping him back up before we walk over to the dugout to sit and talk.

I take a seat on the metal bench, patting the spot next to me. Wilder sits close to me, his plush fur tickling my arm. “I’m afraid.” He admits quietly hanging his head. Placing my hand on his paw, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s ok to be afraid, Wilder.”

“I just… this new body. It’s not like typical mascots and I-” He stumbles over his words, fur bristling in frustration trying to find the words.

“You’re worried you look too scary now?” He smiles half heartedly before looking out at the empty stadium.

“It’s my first appearance since Andy’s death and I look,” he gestures tensely with his free paw to himself. “I look like I would rip someone apart. Intentionally.“ His fur stands at the thought, pulling his paw from my hand.

“Hey,” taking his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me, “You’re Wilder. The Westland Wolves legendary mascot. You make those people smile. They look for you at games.“ He smiles, leaning into my hands and I kiss the tip of his nose.

“I am only Wilder with a handler. With you.”