Sweet as Honey

Main Pairing: M wolf x F mouse

Main Kinks/TWs: Mentions of divorce, furry, age gap, size difference, drunken sex, rough sex (scratching, biting, choking, etc.), pred/prey play

I've been a little hesitant to share my purely furry stories here, but I'm pretty proud of how this one turned out and I guess it can't hurt to see how it fares with Lit's audience.

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A month had passed since the divorce.

It still felt so surreal to Charles. He swished around the glass of cheap scotch in his paws, staring at the misty-eyed old wolf that reflected at him as he contemplated the last twenty-two years of his life. Was it all wasted? He certainly didn't want to think so. They'd made a good life together, had two bright and beautiful kids who were just now entering adulthood, and for a while, they were happy. He hoped she'd been happy, at least.

Sometimes things just weren't meant to be. Frankly, the cracks had always been there. Little disagreements and the occasional snide remark turned into shouting matches and exasperated, quiet nights. It felt inevitable. They both knew it was gonna happen eventually, he figured, but nothing could've prepared him for actually being there.

Charles kicked back his scotch with a wince, feeling it burn his throat and warm his belly. Then, the wolf ordered another. He thought about how pathetic he must've looked -- a big, burly grey wolf like him, well past his prime and drowning his sorrows away with cheap swill. Whatever. He could be pathetic if he wanted to, at least for tonight.

His citrine-yellow eyes glanced around the dive bar he'd found himself in. It was the closest spot within walking distance, and Charles didn't plan on being anywhere near sober enough to drive back home. That's what rideshares were for, right?

He observed the other bar patrons, mostly a generation or two younger than himself, drink and socialize with one another. Scents of alcohol, sweat, greasy food, must, and whatever harsh cleaning supplies the bar staff used tickled his canine nose. The only thing missing was the smell of cigarette smoke. Instead, folks would hit their vape pens and blow out fruity-smelling clouds of vapor.

It just didn't feel like a proper dive if it didn't smell like an ashtray.

Now and then, the wolf's wandering eyes lingered on one of the ladies sitting by themselves. A faint, lonely voice in the back of his head whispered for him to approach. To say something, instead of just wallowing in self-pity and shitty booze. He quickly snuffed that voice out. After all, what did a washed-up old man like him have to offer? Even if he did get lucky... Charles figured that a meaningless hookup was far from what he needed right now. No, he needed time to heal.

He hardly noticed the quiet squeak of someone hopping onto the barstool next to him.

"Why the long face?"

Charles blinked and turned towards the stranger.

A pair of big amber eyes greeted him, half-lidded and darkened with a generous helping of violet eyeshadow. One eye was partially obscured behind short, raven black hair that contrasted starkly against her all-white fur. A rodentlike buck tooth peeked through her smile, the corner of her mouth lifted to imply a spark of mischief. Her pink, rounded ears were laden with an assortment of silver piercings, with a few small studs decorating her cheeks as well.

It was a mouse. Maybe a rat? No, definitely too small to be a rat. When seated, her face was barely level with his chest. She couldn't have been any taller than five feet, if even. She didn't appear any older than her early twenties -- just barely old enough to even get into the bar.

His eyes flickered down her body. The mouse wore a tight black tank top that hugged her slender, petite build, a leather jacket hanging loosely over her shoulders. A glimpse of flat midriff was shown between her top and her denim jeans. Behind her, the mouse's long and fleshy tail swished back and forth.

She radiated the sort of youthful, confident smugness that long since escaped Charles.

"...Pardon?"

"I said, why the long face?" The stranger repeated, her voice bright and slightly airy.

Charles didn't know what to make of it. The last thing he expected was someone else approaching him, let alone a curious young rodent like her. He gathered his thoughts before speaking up. "I think you're supposed to use that line on horses," he said, taking a swig as soon as the bartender slid another drink over.

The stranger snickered; it was a soft, melodic kind of giggle that made Charles's ears prick just a bit. "Alright, how about..." She leaned towards him and rested her chin in her pink, furless hand. "...My, what biiiiiig teeth you have? Ever gotten that one before, big guy?" The mouse grinned. When the bartender approached her, she simply jabbed a thumb towards Charles. "You can just give me whatever he's having."

"Can't exactly say I have," Charles said, letting out a chuckle of his own. Maybe he would've heard that if he'd dated more prey species in the past. His eyes did another pass across the stranger's body, lingering on her bare midriff and slim chest before flicking back to her face.

'Quit it, man. She looks half your age.' He mentally scolded himself.

"Oh, hey, you still didn't answer my question! That's rude, you know." She reached out and playfully poked his chest, sticking out her tongue.

Charles sighed in a mix of exasperation and bemusement. Swishing his drink around, the wolf took another sip as he thought to himself. He hadn't really talked about his situation with... Anyone, really. At least when it came to anything beyond the basic details. Sure, obviously, friends and family knew about it, but the wolf didn't want to burden anyone else with his problems. He also wasn't interested in divulging such sensitive, personal details of his life to a complete stranger, either.

"Just... Family troubles." He decided on.

The mouse raised an eyebrow. There was a glimmer of skepticism on her face, but if she had any doubts, she kept them to herself. When the bartender returned with her drink, she grinned and leaned in past Charles to grab it. "Thanks!"

For a brief moment, the mouse came close enough for Charles to catch a good whiff of her perfume. The wolf froze. She smelled of earth, leather, and incense -- a soothing array of scents, but with a shadow of dark, tantalizing sweetness underneath it all, like black licorice. Beneath the fragrance, however, his keen sense of smell caught a hint of feminine sweat. His claws tightened on the edge of the bar counter. His pulse quickened, and he quickly downed the rest of his scotch.

"You got a name, or do I just keep callin' ya' big guy?"

"...Charles. My name's Charles." He answered after a deep, shuddering breath as he tried to collect himself. Those scents still swirled in his head well after she'd scooted back. It competed with the growing buzz of alcohol, both wearing down hard on his inhibitions.

Her grin widened, a devilish twinge playing on her glossy black lips. "Pleasure to meet you, Charles." She swirled a clawtip around the rim of her glass. "Name's Honey. And yes, that is my real name. I'm not a hooker. Promise," she said with a wink.

That wink only made the old wolf fluster, blood rushing north to his cheeks and south between his legs. An all-too-familiar stir awoke in his loins. He found his gaze wandering more frequently across the young mouse's petite self, any shame over eyeing someone half his age dampened by the booze, that alluring scent, and Honey's irresistibly playful mannerisms. "I, uhm... I bet it's gotta get old, clarifying that every time you meet a guy, huh?" He chuckled, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.

It'd been a while since he had any reason to smile.

"Yeaaaah, I guess." Honey swished her glass around, then kicked it back in one smooth swig, scrunching up her pink nose. "Blah... That's awful. 'Does hit the spot though, I'll say. Anyways... I feel like my brother got it worse. His name's Sugar."

"You're joking." The wolf's chuckle turned into a full-throated laugh, and that smirk transitioned to a wide, toothy smile. He quickly motioned for another drink.

Honey patted his shoulder and cackled. "Let's just say that our folks had some... Interesting ideas about naming conventions," she said, also flagging the bartender for another.

"Yeah. No kidding." Charles snorted. As soon as his next drink slid over, he quickly brought the glass to his lips.

"So. You got a girlfriend, Charles?"

The wolf damn-near choked on his drink, the alcohol burning his throat as he thumped his chest. "You realize -- " He hacked and coughed. Once the fit came to an end, Charles gave the mouse an incredulous look, ears falling flat against his head. "You realize I've gotta be old enough to be your dad, right?"

Her smile shifted from light and playful to downright mischievous. "Okay. One: Ya' don't gotta sweeten the deal for me anymore. Two: That doesn't answer my question. You're really evasive, ya' know that?"

His mouth opened, but no words came. His throat felt sticky and dry, which Charles fixed with another swig. "N-no, I... hic... I don't have a girlfriend."

"Okay, no girlfriend... You married?"

Charles winced. He looked down at his left hand, where a wedding ring would've once been. Maybe if he'd been in this situation back then, he would've simply flashed it and let that be the end of things. Then again... Maybe if he was this drunk, and the girl approaching him at the bar was this cute, and smelled so goddamn irresistible, and made his heart race in a way he hadn't felt in years...

No. He still wouldn't have. Charles wasn't -- No, he didn't want to be that kind of man. But... He wasn't married anymore. He was a single man. A single man with a very sweet, pretty young thing making her interest in him so painfully clear. "Not married either, no." He breathed, his tail suddenly wagging back and forth.

Honey grinned. Her eyes flicked from the wolf's eager tail, up his broad chest, then finally up to his panting, blushing face. "Hmm... Good to know...~" she purred, motioning for another drink. "Bet I can out-drink ya'."

Charles cocked his head and snorted. "I'm more than twice your size."

"Yeah. I noticed~" Honey's tongue rolled across her teeth and lips, eyes falling into a stare that he could only describe as smoldering. "Size ain't everything. Not in every regard, I mean." She winked again.

"Hmmph... You're on, Honey!"

...

Much of what happened immediately after was a blur. The events that led to him leaving the bar with an inebriated mouse girl, anxiously sitting in the back of a rideshare while she clung to his side, and then finally being guided by hand up to her apartment, all felt vague and hazy. His heart pounded in his ears as he followed behind her.

Charles nearly tripped a few times as he drunkenly trailed behind her, hypnotized by the rhythmic sway of Honey's hips, tail, and especially her ass in those tight jeans. He let himself admire that pert rump with unashamed eyes. God, he couldn't wait to slide those off. His breathing turned hot and heavy, with the stiffness in his pants growing more uncomfortable by the second.

"C'mon! Almost there!" Honey snickered girlishly.

Eventually, the duo stopped in front of one of the apartment doors. Honey fumbled with her keys for a second before hastily pulling him inside and locking it behind them, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The wolf found himself standing in a tiny studio apartment. Well, it felt tiny to him, at least. Maybe for a mouse, it wasn't so bad. The entrance led them into the main living room portion with a futon sitting in the middle, in front of the TV set. A few posters decorated the dull beige walls, seemingly of horror movies or new rock bands that he hadn't heard of. There were some scattered pieces of clothing strewn about, and the odd take-out container, but otherwise she kept the place fairly tidy. It wasn't as if he could claim to be any better now that he lived alone.

Charles spotted a red bass guitar leaning against an amplifier. Did she play? He played a bit of guitar back when he was her age.

Fuck, that made him feel old. Before he could ask about anything, he felt Honey pulling him into the living room, tail brushing playfully against his leg. "Sorry that the place is a bit of a mess... Wasn't really expecting company tonight, you know?" She flashed him that devilishly sweet smile.

"H-heh, It's fiiine. I don't... hic... mind a bit of mess," Charles slurred.

"Good. I mean... We're just gonna make more of a mess anyway, aren't we, big guy?~" Honey turned around to face him, leaning against the futon. Those mousey front teeth chewed her lower lip, and she gave him a stare that was simultaneously doe-eyed and dripping with intent, eyelids falling half-lidded. God, it felt like ages since anyone looked at him like that.

Like they wanted to fuck.

A growl formed in the back of his throat. His heart was pounding. His pants felt unbearably tight against the stiff mast imprisoned within. Hazy drunkenness swirled with a growing, furious lust as he eyed Honey from head to toe, drinking in every detail of her svelte self. He wanted more. He wanted to see, taste, touch, and feel everything this little seductress had to offer.

Charles approached her, and Honey didn't even flinch. No, she just looked up at him with a raised brow and a wry smile, challenging him to make the next move.

"Come're." Charles rasped before suddenly taking Honey by the hips and lifting her off her feet. The ease with which he carried her surprised him a bit. She was even lighter than she looked.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Before Charles could question if she was into it, that same smolderingly sexy glare returned. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and dove in for a long-awaited, hungry kiss.

Finally, Charles got to taste those plump, dark, alcohol-tinted lips for himself. His arms wrapped tight around the mouse's waist and held her against his chest as she clung to him. Their mouths parted immediately, and the kiss lasted not even a second before turning into a frenzied makeout. Her mousey little tongue met his long, flat canine licker, quickly falling into submission as he lapped against her mouth, chin, and cheeks.

A muffled moan came from their warring maws, and Charles felt a fresh rush of energy spike his veins. He carried her without breaking the kiss and pinned her between the wall and the mountain of fur, flesh, and muscle that she'd invited into her home.

God, it felt nice being able to just carry someone around so effortlessly. As much as he enjoyed sex with his ex-wife, especially in the earlier years of their relationship, she was also a wolf and stood pretty much on equal footing with him. With Honey, he felt big and powerful and dominant. And he really fucking liked that.

He liked being the big, bad wolf.

Hungry lips, muzzles, and tongues fought to envelop each other for a few more moments. Eventually, Honey pulled back. Her white cheeks burned rosy red. Trails of spit hung between their mouths, both panting hot breaths laced with alcohol. Honey's furless hand traced up his shoulder, and then his neck, eyes locked with his.

Charles followed it curiously. Pink, dainty fingers traced his neck and jawline, and then... Prodded into his mouth? The wolf raised an eyebrow, but acquiesced without question and opened his maw wider for her, showing his canine teeth. Honey grinned. She slowly traced them, pressing her fingertips against the end of each fang.

"I like these a lot, you know...~" Honey breathed. "Teeth and claws... Thinking about what you could do to me, if you lost control...~" Her fingers drifted across those chompers one more time before pulling back, flittering down to undo the first button of his shirt, then the next one. "Gets me so fucking turned on...~"

A full-throated rumble came in response. Setting the mouse back down on her feet, Charles hastily unbuttoned the rest of his shirt with shaking paws and let it fall from his shoulders, standing topless before Honey's eager eyes.

He wasn't exactly the lean, muscular wolf he'd once been in his prime years. Not to say he'd let himself go, but his busy work schedule left little time for the gym. His thick arms retained most of their muscle definition at least. His chest and stomach, however, had softened up with a thin layer of fat and a hint of belly pudge. Some folks might've called it a "dad bod", as much as he hated that term.

Regardless of how Charles felt, Honey made her admiration for the wolf's physique clear as day. Her fingers traced across his broad pecs, nails dragging against the tender skin beneath as she licked her chops with delight.

Charles blushed. He couldn't remember the last time anyone looked so taken with his appearance, just ogling and drinking in the wolf's matured self. "...Like what you see that much, Honey?" He huffed.

"Damn fuckin' right I do, big guy." Honey smirked, then took a step back from him and raised her arms over her head. That tank top rode up with the motion and exposed another tantalizing inch of her belly. "How 'bout I ask you the same thing?~"

Charles didn't hesitate to take the invitation as he gripped the bottom of her top and rolled it up the mouse's body. Inch after inch of snowy white fur was unveiled to his lust-addled gaze, before he pulled it off entirely and tossed it aside without a care. Only a lacy black bra remained to cover herself.

Mercifully, Honey didn't make him wait a second longer. She swiftly unclasped it faster than he ever could, and Charles's jaw fell slack at the sight unveiled to him -- a pair of small, beautifully firm, perfectly perky mounds. Pink nipples stood stiff at attention, and to the wolf's utter awe, they were both pierced with silver loops. He unconsciously licked his teeth.

Fuck, he always had a thing for nipple piercings. Never thought he'd get a chance to see them on anything but a computer screen, though.

A soft giggle broke his trance. "Should I take it as a yes?~"

Charles answered her with a growl. "You look fucking amazing, Honey... Never thought... hic... Never thought a pretty thing like you would ever give this old wolf the time of day..." he said, suddenly grabbing those tits and encompassing them entirely in his paws, earning himself another sexy moan. "Can't say I know what went right today, but fuck me, am I glad it did."

"Fuck me, huh? Isn't that the plan?~" She winked.

Her words lit a fire in the wolf's chest and in his loins; the sort of raw, primal inferno that Charles had thought dulled with age and the complacent comfort of domestic living. This lewd little mouse brought that fire back out of him in full force. He couldn't wait anymore. He needed to taste her. Feel her. Fucking ruin her.

Charles grabbed her by the hips again and carried her back to the futon, with Honey squealing and giggling all the way. "Love a man that can carry me around like it's nothing!"

Given how small she was, that honor probably wasn't limited just to big, burly predator species like him. Charles still took the remark in stride. Tossing her onto the futon, Honey looked up at him with wide, anticipating eyes as the wolf crawled atop her, his broad frame so starkly contrasted against the dainty rodent beneath him.

The unlikely pair shared a kiss the second their faces were level. It was brief, but far from chaste, lips smacking and tongues darting to embrace each other before Charles began his descent south. He ground his muzzle into her neck and breathed in deeply of that enchanting perfume and that natural scent, both driving him absolutely wild. By now, the latter had grown noticeably stronger than the former. Now, he could pick up the unmistakable scent of female arousal.