Wuzzle Nuzzle: Story (Patreon)

Wuzzle Nuzzle: Story by DudeBulge

Spring had sprung in the Land of Wuzz and the wuzzles who lived there were excitedly (and in some cases nervously) talking about the current time of year: namely, breeding season! 

In a small diner just off the main road that led through town, Bumblelion and Eleroo sat in a booth discussing their plans.

“So, what are you gonna do, Eleroo?” The orange-furred lion wuzzle asked his friend who sat across from him. “Do you have someone you want to ask out already?”

The pink and purple elephant wuzzle chuckled. “No, I don’t think so, I never know what to say to females at this time of year. I think I’ll just stay at home most of the time. Maybe work on my stamp collection!”

“I, I know how you feel.” Bumblelion admitted. “There’s so much pressure on us, and honestly, gee, I’d rather just avoid it altogether!”

Eleroo tilted his head to one side as he studied his friend. “Why don’t you just ask
Butterbear to go on a date with you? I think most of us have always just assumed that the two of you would, you know…” 

“What?!” Bumblelion nearly shouted. “Who thinks that? We’re good friends, that’s all! I would never think of, well, breeding with her!” The exasperated wuzzle took a long sip of his root beer lemonade and felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.

“Well, okay, no need to yell at me about it!” Eleroo said defensively.

“Sorry. I get more flustered every year at this time.”

“It’s alright.” Eleroo said, stuffing his hands into his pouch as he let out a sigh. “Why so much interest in breeding season all of a sudden anyway?”

Bumblelion let out a long sigh of his own. “It’s just, I dunno, I’m not getting any younger. You know yesterday, I was just shopping at the market, and a pengoat chick called me an old man! Can you believe that?!”

“Well, you do have a white muzzle.”

“It’s always been white!” Bumblelion countered back. “Besides, everyone says it’s important to breed, at least once in their life. I, want to know what it’s like.”

“You’ve really never, d-done it? Not once?” The elephant kangaroo asked in disbelief.

“No.” Bumblelion folded his arms across the table in front of him and laid his head down on them in frustration.

“Gosh, even I have! When I was much younger of course.” Eleroo said as he scratched his head, remembering.

“If you’re trying to make me feel worse, it’s working!” 

“Cheer up, Bumblelion! I bet if you asked Butterbear she’d be interested!”

The bumblebee lion shifted on his bench. “It’s not that simple, Eleroo! Even if she said yes to getting together, and I wanted to, I don’t know how, you know… how to--”

“Breed?!” Eleroo asked incredulously.

“Shhhh! Keep your voice down, geez!” Bumblelion put a finger to his lips to hush his companion.

From the table behind them came a sudden loud, gruff laugh. Bumblelion and Eleroo quickly moved their heads to see the source of the rude laughter. A big wuzzle, almost as large as Eleroo turned around from his own booth where he sat by himself. He was a dark green, mostly, with pink running from under his chin all the way down his front. 

“Don’t know how to breed? What male doesn’t instinctively know how to breed, huh?” The green wuzzle asked.

“Oh, Boga, it’s you.” Said Bumblelion. 

The boar gator dropped some cash on his table, apparently having already finished his lunch before sliding out of the booth and turning to stand next to Bumblelion and Eleroo’s table.

“He’s really embarrassed about it, so please don’t bring it up again.” Eleroo told Boga earnestly.

Boga looked at the two wuzzles seated before him and put his hands on his hips. “Bring what up again?”

“That Bumblelion has never bred before, and doesn’t even know how.” Said Eleroo matter-of-factly..

Bumblelion’s jaw dropped open. “You’re not helping!” 

Boga snorted. “Well, since you brought it up, in fact I do have somethin’ to say about it.” Said the gator with a toothy grin. 

“Of course you do.” Bumblelion muttered under his breath.

Boga was known around town for being a little crass, certainly abrasive, and even a bit of a grump. Though neither Bumblelion or Eleroo knew him well, they were well aware of his reputation.

“Truth is son, I’ve enjoyed partaking in breeding season nearly every year since I first learned how!” The big wuzzle boasted.

“Good for you.” Bumblelion said.

“Hey, I’m not tryin’ to toot my own horn here! My point is I could teach ya all about it, if ya wanted that is.”

Bumblelion suddenly looked up at the older wuzzle, a look of hopefulness apparent on his face. “R-really? You would?”

“Well shore!” The boar gator replied, a sly grin returning to his face. “Be happy to, a handsome wuzzle like you. What’re ya doing later tonight?”

“Nothing much!” Bumblelion replied excitedly.

“Great! Go home, take a nice long shower, relax, then meet me at my place around sunset. Ya know the place? House in the giant stump by the pond?”

“Yeah, I know where that is!” Bumblelion said and nodded.

“One other thing, bring an open mind, okay?” 

“Er, uh, sure.” Bumblelion said, not really understanding what the reptile meant.

And with that Boga strutted out of the diner, whistling a tune. Bumblelion and Eleroo watched him leave.

“Well what do you think about that?” Bumblelion said, smiling. “I needed to learn about it and now I have someone to teach me! This couldn’t have worked out better!”

Eleroo frowned at his friend. “I mean, I could have told you the basics… and doesn’t he seem a little too, I don’t know, eager?”

“I think he wants to brag a little bit, but that’s okay.”

“I think it’s more than that.” Said Eleroo.

“Well so what? One way or another, I’m learning all about breeding tonight.” Said Bumblelion, and he nodded to himself.

“Just, get out of there if he makes you too uncomfortable.” Said Eleroo.

“I’m a grown man!” The bumblebee lion assured his friend with a wave of his hand. “I’ll be fine.”

Bumblelion had a leisurely shower, humming a song to himself while he scrubbed his taut, furry body. After he dried off, he fixed himself a sandwich burrito for dinner and then headed out to Boga’s place near the edge of town. It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but it was to a place most wuzzles didn’t often go. The towering trees around the pond here were thick with low-hanging branches which seemed to cloak the area in shadow. Of course, the sun setting only made the place seem more foreboding than usual. Bumblelion reached the front door of Boga’s house, carefully carved out of an enormous tree stump, with a blue shingled roof on top. He knocked at the heavy wooden door. There was shuffling inside and the door swung wide a moment later.

“Wasn’t sure ya were gonna show.” Said the boar gator.

“I said I would, and here I am.” Bumblelion said.

“So ya are. Well, c’mon in.”

Boga moved to the side to allow his guest inside and shut the door behind him. 

“Figured we could use the couch there, floor if we need to.” Boga said, pointing to an old, worn sofa.

Bumblelion headed over and plopped himself down on the old creaky sofa. “This is fine.”

“Ya need something to drink? Maybe a whiskeybeer?” The large wuzzle asked.

“Oh no, I’m fine, I’m ready to start whenever you are!” Bumblelion said brightly.

“Cut right to the chase, I like that.” Said Boga as he sat down on the couch next to his guest. 

Bumblelion was a bit surprised that his host sat right next to him. There was enough room on the couch to have some space between them after all.

“So you’ve really never done this before?” Boga asked, arching a scaly eyebrow.

“Done… No, I mean, I’ve never had anyone explain these things to me before. I know, I know, a guy my age should have figured this out long ago, but well it never quite seemed the right time I guess.”

“Uh-huh, I kinda know what ya mean.” Boga said, sliding his arm around behind Bumblelion’s head. He reached down and gently rubbed the lion’s shoulder.

Bumblelion appreciated Boga’s sympathy, despite the close proximity.

“Anyway, are you just gonna tell me stuff, or should I ask you questions too?” Bumblelion asked.

“Oh honeybee, it’ll be a lot easier if I just show ya.” Said Boga as he pressed his long snout to Bumblelion’s nose and licked his mouth.

The lion wuzzle leapt to his feet, his eyes wide with shock. “What was that?! Why did you kiss me?”

Boga snorted. “Son, why do ya think you’re here?”

“To, to learn about breeding!”

“Okay, so we are on the same page then.”

“Yes, but, we’re both male!”

“Well that shore never stopped me before!” Boga said and laughed. The look on his houseguest’s face made him stop short however. “You really don’t know anything about this stuff do ya?”

Bumblelion’s shoulders drooped. “I mean, I’ve played with myself before but, beyond that, It’s all very confusing, so I just never looked into it. Plus the thought of doing it with,”

“A female?” Asked Boga.

“Huh?”

“The thought of breeding with a female never excited ya, is that it?”

Bumblelion was silent, thoughtful. “I was going to say with anyone else, but since you mention it, I’m not entirely sure.”

“Well, if I told ya that we can get together, right now, do whatever we want, make ya feel real good, would ya want that?”

The lion wuzzle was quiet again while he considered the offer. The thought of breeding with another male had never actually occurred to him, although now, when he turned it over in his mind, it seemed okay.

“Look, c’mere, sit down next to me. We’ll go nice and slow, and I don’t normally go slow for the record. You’re just so damn cute.”

Against his better judgment, Bumblelion returned to the couch and sat next to the alligator wuzzle.

“Nice and slow, okay?” The lion wuzzle said. 

“Ya got it. So, where to begin?”

“We can, try that kiss again, now that I know it’s coming.” Bumblelion said sheepishly.

Boga smirked and then leaned over the smaller wuzzle, letting his thick tongue slide out to explore Bumblelion’s muzzle and mouth. Drool spilled from his maw down over the lion’s tongue as he nervously kissed back. Boga grunted as he shifted his body to be on top, letting his belly and thighs press against the muscular little fellow beneath him. He could hear Bumblelion moan softly back into his mouth. After several minutes, he broke the wet kiss and lifted his head to look at the wuzzle on his couch.

“How was it?”

Bumblelion’s eyes which had been closed fluttered open. “Oh, um, wow it was nice.” He said, his voice sounding detached but contented.

“And look down here, guess we know how much ya really enjoyed it!” Boga chuckled.

Bumblelion looked down at the bright red erection that had sprouted from the fuzzy sheath under his belly. Already it was leaking. 

“Oh gee, I’m sorry!” 

“Sorry? Whatever for? Now the real fun starts!” The gator said happily before hunching back on the couch to get his mouth closer to Bumblelion’s manhood.

“W-what are you going to--?” 

The lion’s voice cut off as he felt that same slimy tongue slowly run the length of his maleness. Boga lapped and slurped at the pretty prick before him, enjoying the reactions it was getting from his partner. He took it in his mouth, careful of his teeth and tusks, sucking slowly, teasing. He sucked methodically for awhile before moving lower. The boar gator took a deep whiff of the furry, round sack hanging below, and their heady musk. 

“Damn ya smell good, taste even better.”

“Th-thanks.” Bumblelion said automatically. The sensations he was receiving made it difficult to focus on anything else.

The gator returned to licking Bumblelion’s undercarriage, causing him to moan again. Boga began pulling the lion’s sweaty sack into his maw, first one testicle and then the other, rolling them around with his tongue. Slowly he moved his hand up and rubbed the smaller wuzzle’s throbbing manhood. His precum flowed down its length, as if from a faucet.

“You, you’re gonna make me, make me…” The lion wuzzle began to say.

“Not yet ya don’t!” Boga said from around his mouthful of soft furry scrotum.

He grabbed Bumblelion’s balls more tightly in his mouth, careful not to bite them and tugged them downward, causing the bumblebee lion to jump, but preventing him from cumming too early.

“Ouch, why did you do that?” Bumblelion asked, snapping out of his ecstasy.

“Did I really hurt ya?” Asked Boga, letting the lion’s sack gently slip from his mouth.

“N-no, just surprised me is all.”

“Good. There’s a lot more to show ya.”

“Okay!”

“Heh, glad you’re so enthusiastic. You were thinkin’ of leaving not that long ago.” Said the boar gator as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I wasn’t really.” Bumblelion said and smiled shyly.

“Oof, don’t look at me like that, gettin’ me even more excited!

Bumblelion blushed. He liked hearing about the effect he had on Boga.

“In that case,” Said the boar gator, “Why don’t ya help me get ready for ya? Then I can show ya what breedin’ is all about!”

The lion wuzzle had a nervous look on his face, but he couldn’t help it. “What do you want me to do?”

The big gator laid back on the couch, spreading his powerful legs wide and exposing an immense pair of balls hanging under a swollen slit.

“I’m hard as a rock underneath, but I want ya to coax it out for me.” Boga said and smirked wickedly.

“Uh, yeah, I can do this.” Bumblelion said uncertainly, more to himself than the randy wuzzle reclining in front of him. He moved to his hands and knees and leaned in closer. Now he could get a strong odor from Boga. It was nearly overwhelming to his sensitive nose, but somehow, not unpleasant. It was dank, sweaty and decidedly manly. He breathed it in hungrily as he touched the tip of his nose to the gator’s vent. 

“Lick me son, get yer tongue inside!” Rumbled Boga. It didn’t sound like a request!

Bumblelion trembled as he stuck his tongue out, not because he was scared anymore, quite the opposite. He found he was becoming more excited with each passing moment. The most he had ever done in this strange breeding arena was pleasure himself quietly at home, and that was rare as he always felt guilty after. For some reason, Boga taking control, made him feel better about everything, like a sort of permission. He moved forward and lapped against the tight slit in the gator’s scales struck by the heavy, briny flavor. He realized with a shiver he was tasting the reptile’s precum, something he had never tasted before. He pressed his mouth harder into the soft underscales, parting the vent and slithering his tongue inside, getting more scent and flavor as the reward. Just then he felt a powerful hand at the back of his head, gripping him by the mane as Boga thrust his hips forward, driving a fat, fully engorged cock through the vent and into Bumblelion’s mouth.

The surprised wuzzle coughed, gagged as the thing filled his muzzle and blocked his throat. Instinctively he tried to pull back but the dominant wuzzle held him in place.

“Just hold it there, cub, enjoy yer prize. Ya got me so damn hard!”

Bumblelion tried to speak but of course couldn’t get more than a gurgle out. He gagged again and tears filled his eyes before Boga finally released him. 

“Sorry, too rough for ya?”

“I’m okay, it was… I might have liked it.” Bumblelion admitted slowly.

“Yer just full of surprises, buddy. Now take me in yer mouth again, get me good and slimy. Trust me ya want me slick for the part after this.”

The bumblebee lion didn’t know what was meant by that, but he was eager to take that thick bobbing cock back down his throat. He was salivating looking at the thing as it stood proud just in front of him, beckoning him closer with each throb. This time Boga didn’t force him, he let Bumblelion take his time, exploring the meandering veins that ran its length with his tongue, sucking precum from his hole, gagging himself on purpose, and washing the fat pink orbs that hung in a loose sack below. 

“Son, seems you really like exploring this ol’ gator’s junk don’tcha?” Boga asked as he watched. He had an extremely satisfied expression stretched across his face.

Bumblelion gave a shy smile as he let one of Boga’s sizeable testicles roll out of his mouth. “Y-yes, I, didn’t know breeding could be so much fun!” 

Boga’s body shook as he let out a laugh. “This is still foreplay, cub! Breeding comes next!”

Bumblelion blinked up at the large wuzzle. “Foreplay?”

“Sheesh, ya really are clueless ain’tcha? Look, it’s havin’ fun with each other before the main event is all.”

“Oh.”

“C’mere, lie on yer back, keep yer legs and butt hangin’ over the side.” Boga instructed, before helping the lion wuzzle get into position on the lumpy couch.

Bumblelion quickly complied, eager to have his cock and balls sucked again. Instead the boar alligator lifted the smaller wuzzle’s legs and parted them, exposing Bumblelion’s anus.

“Mmm, that’s a pretty little pucker ya got there.” Boga said, licking his lips.

Bumblelion had never heard anyone compliment someone’s butt hole before, let alone his own, and it struck him as downright peculiar, though not the most peculiar thing to happen since arriving tonight. Then he felt Boga’s tongue on his nuts briefly, and Bumblelion sucked in a quick breath as the gator slipped lower. Suddenly, between his furry cheeks, that insistent wet tongue swiped back and forth over his tight pink rosebud. 

“Ohhhhh…” He managed to moan. The sensations from his asshole were entirely new, unexpectedly pleasurable. Instinctively the lion wuzzle reached down and pulled his round cheeks apart, allowing easier access for that wonderful tongue muscle to his pulsing asshole.

Boga spread him further still,  and began to press the spongy tip of his tongue into Bumblelion, causing him to gasp and grab at Boga’s broad snout as it slipped inside.

“Like the way ya squirm on my tongue, let’s see if ya like somethin’ else up there as much.”

Boga moved his hand so he could introduce a finger to Bumblelion’s willing ass. To the gator’s satisfaction, the lion’s pucker opened up easily to swallow his finger and shortly after, a second digit too. Bumblelion writhed on the couch, arching his back as he grabbed at the cushions, his own chest, Boga’s head.

“Not sure I’ve ever been with a fella who gets as worked up as you when I play with his butt!” Said Boga happily.

“Have you, unh, been with, oh my, many guys?” Bumblelion asked as he continued to squirm.

“Not that many, but enough to know.”

“Oh, okay.” Bumblelion said.

“Ya really wanna have a conversation right now?”

“No, I just, ooooooooh! I just, want to get to know you a little better is all, considering what we’re doing!”

Boga said nothing in response, instead he pushed a third finger inside Bumblelion’s tight chute. 

“Ya feel about ready to me, son. I’m gonna breed ya now, and once I start, I ain’t gonna want to stop.”

“You’re going to, uh, put your penis inside of me aren’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“I want you to, badly.” Bumblelion said. His own words surprised him.

“I thought ya might.”

With that, the big alligator wuzzle spit a liberal gob into his free hand and began spreading the liquid over his cock. He spit again into Bumblelion’s open hole and began to lean into him, pleased as his round head popped past his sphincter muscles without too much effort.

“Oh, w-WOW!!” Bumblelion gasped as his vision briefly went white.

“Still with me, cub?” 

“YES!” The lion roared.

Boga pushed his cock all the way inside of his lover, feeling every inch slip further in until his belly came to rest on top of Bumblelion’s cock. 

“That’s all of me.” The boar gator informed him.

“Wow, just, wow!” The lion wuzzle managed to say. The sensations he was feeling from deep within his guts caused him to lose consciousness, for a split second. The world as he knew it was surreal and undone.

“I’ll let you get accustomed to my size, but then I’m breedin’ ya for real.”

“Yes please!” 

Boga smirked and then slid himself nearly out before shoving his entire length back in, driving the other wuzzle crazy with lust. 

“Here we go!”

Boga got to his feet, lifting the smaller wuzzle easily in his muscular arms, holding him tightly to his front as he began to lay into him with gusto. With each penetration the lion roared, or gasped or whimpered, but Boga could see his enjoyment was complete. Even through any discomfort or slight pain, the pleasure was overwhelming those other fleeting feelings. Moreover, he knew that soon enough there would be only ecstasy. He picked up the pace, ramming his manhood into the wriggling lion again and again. He held Bumblelion in his arms, lifting, then dropping him back down his impressive cock, each time bringing him closer to the brink. The lion’s rosebud was still impressively tight around his length, squeezing and coaxing him to cum. The old boar gator was astonished that he was already on the verge of cumming, this handsome bumblebee lion really turned him on entirely.

“I’m close now, son, gonna fill ya!”

With those words, Boga gritted his teeth and pumped faster, bouncing Bumblelion against his crotch as he held him around the back. The lion let out one last growl as he began ejaculating himself, sending long strings of cum firing from his dick, slapping wetly against Boga’s body, the couch next to them and the carpet. The sight of his climax, incredible, like fireworks, was the final ingredient for Boga to achieve orgasm and he grunted as he began to gush inside the smaller wuzzle. He moaned into Bumblelion’s chest and neck as he spurted. He couldn’t remember the last orgasm that rocked him this way. He could feel his seed dribbling down over his pendulous balls and insides of his thighs. Bumblelion’s cum traced sticky paths over his tits, and belly. Boga hugged him close, smearing their juices together and kissed him aggressively on the mouth. Finally he dumped his partner on the couch and collapsed beside him, his heart still racing while they worked to catch their breaths. 

It was minutes before either of them spoke.

“That was, that was…” Bumblelion began but couldn’t finish his thought.

“Good?”

“Fantastacular!!” 

“Heh, I’m glad. It was great fer me too. Yer a helluva good fuck my boy!”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm, lookit me, I’m spent and exhausted! Usually takes more to get me off, but yer somethin’ else.”

Bumblelion smiled warmly. “I really like you too, Boga. Glad we did this.”

The boar gator smirked. “Thanks. Anyway, let’s go take a quick swim in the pond and get washed up. I expect ya want to get home soon.”

“Oh, yeah we should get cleaned off shouldn’t we?”

“You definitely should, before yer fur gets all crusty.”

Bumblelion laughed as he ran his paws through the drying semen covering his front. “I’ve never squirted like that before, honest. Can’t believe how much I shot.”

“Of course ya haven’t! Never had a dick up yer ass before today!”

“It uh, it’s kinda sore just sitting here now.”

“Yer asshole?”

“Yeah.”

“Haha! Well, it’ll feel better before ya know it. Let it be a reminder to ya how much ya enjoyed our little ‘breeding lesson.’”

“I really did you know!”

“Yep.”

Bumblelion scratched his bearded chin while he thought. “Hey Boga?” He asked presently.

“Hm?”

“Can we do this again?”

The alligator wuzzle brightened. “I was kinda hopin’ you’d ask me that, and shore we can.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Well, uh, maybe.”

“And the day after that?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“We should do this as much as possible! I have to make up for lost time!” Bumblelion exclaimed.

“Son, I ain’t as young as I used to be, yer not exactly a young fella either, we got time.” Boga explained.

Bumblelion got to his feet before grabbing Boga’s arm and hauling him up too. “Let’s go take that swim, and then, you want to have a late dinner with me? After what we just did, I’m really hungry!”

Boga regarded him carefully. “This was just breedin’ right?”

“Well it started that way, but I’d like to know you better too! We’re friends now right?”

“I uh, I guess so. You sure ya want that?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“No reason, I uh, that’s real nice of ya.” Said Boga with a toothy grin.

They headed outside and slipped into the cool, clear water of the pond surrounding Boga’s house. It was dark by then of course, but fireflies flitted and flickered about near the edge of the water, and Bumblelion decided, as he looked around, that it was actually quite beautiful here.

“So I was thinking, about the next time we fool around.” Said Bumblelion as he worked to scrub the dried cum from his fur.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Next time we breed together, I should try being inside you right?”

Boga scratched his cheek absently with a clawed finger. “Well, I’m not too sure…”

“Oh come on, it’s only fair. You’re supposed to teach me everything right? Yeah, I want to know what it feels like on that side of things, I bet it feels amazing!”

“It’s been awhile, you’d have to go slow, that’s if I agree to it.”

“Great! We can try it out after dinner tonight!”

“What?! No way, I meant like, sometime down the road!”

“I can’t wait that long!” Bumblelion whined. 

“Ya waited this long already!” Boga scoffed.

“Yeah, but now I know what I’ve been missing! Plus breeding season is only a couple months!”

Boga laughed so hard his body shook.

“What’s so funny?” Bumblelion demanded.

The gator wiped a tear from his face as he calmed down. “Bumblelion, we’re males. We can fool around whenever the mood strikes us!”

The lion’s face lit up like the sun. “Really?”

“Of course!”

Bumblelion grabbed the big gator around his middle and hugged him tightly. In spite of himself, in spite of how long it had been since he had let someone get closer than just sex, Boga hugged him back and just held him tightly.

The two wuzzles argued, laughed, and splashed about in the water for quite awhile before finally drying themselves off and going back inside the house. They did make it out to grab a bite to eat, but Bumblelion didn’t make it home to his own bed that night, or many after.

END