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Sweat rolled down the wolf's forehead, cheek and chest as he sat alone on the pitch. The game had ended over an hour ago with the canid and his mates being the victors in a 5-2 drubbing of their crosstown rivals. Despite that, the midfielder decided to stay back and practice his shooting and agility a bit more.
70 minutes of drills and exercise saw Sylen again finding himself siting in the exact same spot as beads of liquid rolled down his toned frame. The player's muzzle curled ever so slightly, forming somewhat of a grin as he ran his fingers through the tangled web of fabric. He chuckled before looking up, finding nothing but his own car and a couple of kids shooting some hoops. They were to busy with their own activity to care about what he was doing. Even so, Sylen waited until they'd left before continuing.
"All alone," he muttered as he began to untangle the knotted mess. His grin returned as he carefully undid his cleats, focusing on the left one first and then the right. He was excited as each cleat solely slid off his perfect paws, revealing a dampened, putrid sock. The aroma found it's way into his nostrils earning a content sigh from the wolf.
As the cleats came off, out tumbled two of the best players from the opposing team, a roo and fox, that sat bewildered and gasping for the sweet taste that oxygen. Drake, the roo in question, tried to escape the clutches of Sylen, only to be kept in place by the left paw that flexed teasingly overhead. Liam, however, was far to enthralled with the other paw to even think about escaping.
Sylen sat in the grass reveling in the power he held over these two. If he wanted, he could slaughter them in cold blood, yet he choose to entertain them for a bit longer. "Heh, if you think these socks smell bad, wait till you get a whiff of my paws," grinned Sylen. His shorts were treated to a light squeeze as he inhaled the arousing scent flowing from the dirtied shoe. The moan that fell from those quivering lips was proof enough the Sylen was already high from the intoxicating aroma of paw musk.
The lusty canid licked his lips as he looked down at the roo and fox. His mind became awash of all the possibilities of humiliation he could cause, bringing a smirk to his face and an absent minded grope of the monster that began to strir within his shorts.
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So I had some extra change lying around and decide to snag a YCH. I really loved the soccer theme, and the finished result is simply amazing. Who wouldn't want to be trapped in the cleats of Sylen?
BTW, I apologize for the bad story. I wrote it on the fly.
Sylen © me
Drake ©
drake26
Liam ©
liamarthurs
Art by:
jwolfsky and 
pouchmonster
70 minutes of drills and exercise saw Sylen again finding himself siting in the exact same spot as beads of liquid rolled down his toned frame. The player's muzzle curled ever so slightly, forming somewhat of a grin as he ran his fingers through the tangled web of fabric. He chuckled before looking up, finding nothing but his own car and a couple of kids shooting some hoops. They were to busy with their own activity to care about what he was doing. Even so, Sylen waited until they'd left before continuing.
"All alone," he muttered as he began to untangle the knotted mess. His grin returned as he carefully undid his cleats, focusing on the left one first and then the right. He was excited as each cleat solely slid off his perfect paws, revealing a dampened, putrid sock. The aroma found it's way into his nostrils earning a content sigh from the wolf.
As the cleats came off, out tumbled two of the best players from the opposing team, a roo and fox, that sat bewildered and gasping for the sweet taste that oxygen. Drake, the roo in question, tried to escape the clutches of Sylen, only to be kept in place by the left paw that flexed teasingly overhead. Liam, however, was far to enthralled with the other paw to even think about escaping.
Sylen sat in the grass reveling in the power he held over these two. If he wanted, he could slaughter them in cold blood, yet he choose to entertain them for a bit longer. "Heh, if you think these socks smell bad, wait till you get a whiff of my paws," grinned Sylen. His shorts were treated to a light squeeze as he inhaled the arousing scent flowing from the dirtied shoe. The moan that fell from those quivering lips was proof enough the Sylen was already high from the intoxicating aroma of paw musk.
The lusty canid licked his lips as he looked down at the roo and fox. His mind became awash of all the possibilities of humiliation he could cause, bringing a smirk to his face and an absent minded grope of the monster that began to strir within his shorts.
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So I had some extra change lying around and decide to snag a YCH. I really loved the soccer theme, and the finished result is simply amazing. Who wouldn't want to be trapped in the cleats of Sylen?
BTW, I apologize for the bad story. I wrote it on the fly.
Sylen © me
Drake ©
drake26Liam ©
liamarthursArt by:
jwolfsky and 
pouchmonster
Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 355.9 kB
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