I didn't want to post this so late in the day, but i was having trouble with my computer that had to be fixed before anything else. Also i was playing Brawl. he he.

Chapter 5

"Let me make something painfully clear to you," Wolf said, standing very close to Link, looking up at the elf who was in fact taller than the lupine. Wolf height was a sore spot for him, and the fact that he only came up to Link chest didn't do wonders for him mood. "I don't like you. I think you are a whiny, prissy little faggot. I would rather be giving lessons to Ganondorf than you. However, since Fox didn't tell Sammy I'm the one who has the pictures, I'm doing this as a favor to him, not you. You got that?"

"Yes, Mr. O'Donnell."

Wolf gave a long sigh. "Alright, the princess is a bit taller than I am, but that shouldn't matter. You just got to compensate when you snuggle up, got that? Not too hard."

"Yes, Mr. O'Donnell."

Wolf was hesitant to move close, any degree of intimacy was something that made him quiver, save maybe if Samus could ever admit she had very femine needs, and that he would be more than happy to satisfy them. She just seemed determined to die as barren as the icy tundra. She was a beautiful specimen, which made her abstinence all the more frustrating. Well built, both athletic and symmetrical which was somehow subconsciously pleasing to him. A firmness to her, a strength, both external and internal. She could conquer the world if she ever set her mind to it.

"Mr. O'Donnell. If it's not too much trouble, would you mind not drooling on my tunic?"

Wolf cocked his head back and used his sleeve to wipe the excess saliva from his muzzle. "If you mention that to anyone, I will kill you."

"Of course, Mr. O'Donnell." Link couldn't help but let a slight giggle escape his throat.

"And call me Wolf."

"Yes, Wolf."

"Okay," he breathed, moving closer to Link again. He looped an arm behind the elf, put his elbow at the small of his back, and put his open paw just beneath the spot where his shoulder blades meet. Beneath the fabric, he could feel lean and toned muscle grow taught at his touch, then gently relax. He had to admit, for a little pussy, Link was certainly in good physical shape. "Alright, alright, give me your hand, put your other hand on my back, like in the movies. We are going to try ball room, then waltz."

"Yes, Wolf."

Wolf backed away slightly, breaking their intimacy so that he could look down their feet. "Alright, ready? Step, one, two; step, one, two." Satisfied he could move properly. Wolf rested a pointed ear at the base of Link's ribs, continuing to whisper commands: "turn, step, turn, dip."

"You're pretty good," he admitted. He stepped back, assuming a position more suited for the waltz that was Link's primary goal.

"Thank you, Wolf."

"So, is this a ploy to get the princess into bed or something?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh come on, is she not going to give you any if you don't do this?"

"Its nothing like that."

"You can stop the chivalrous act. Beside's I'm complimenting her. She's pretty nice."

"Don't talk about my princess like that."

"Relax, we're men here. God didn't make em stronger than us, can't force us to do much, but they got other means to get what they want. Krystal plays that game with Panther all the time, and I'm telling you, after a few days he's practically on all fours, meowing at her heels."

"Don't talk about my princess that way," Link said through clenched teeth.

"What's the matter elf?" Wolf mocked.

Link swung a clenched fist across Wolf's muzzle, making contact only because Wolf allowed it. He only allowed it so he would have an excuse to open two large gashes across the elf's cheek.