"Not really that proud to be a citizen of a country that doesn't care about me, but hey who cares we get to blow shit up one day and not get any weird looks." Juneau half jokingly says to nobody in particular. "Yeah the houses across the lake are owned by hella rich people and they blow THOUSANDS of dollars to set off fireworks until the 11th, shits crazy. Don't worry, they can't really see us from here, and what would they do? Fight me?"

You listen to the big wolf ramble on, staring at his plump ass beautifully picked out by the themed jockstrap, tail swishing back and forth, breaking your trance. He notices you staring, so he gives you a show of his own.

"Like what you see?" He says as he turns around, flexing a little bit to show off his arms, "been workin on my arms a little bit lately, thinkin it's showin pretty well, what you think?" You barely have time to respond, before he speaks again, "You don't have to answer, I already know, it's all over your face and you reek of wanting to get bred. Hah, maybe later. Be a good boy and enjoy the show, and you'll get your wish afterwards."

You both sit back on the reclining folding chairs Juneau brought, lounging as the fireworks zip up into the sky, and exploding into their beautiful balls of fire. "I may not be the most patriotic wolf here, but there's just something about how we can own tanks, and blow shit up, without any super special permission, that makes me kinda love this place. In a... weird way."

An hour passes, the show is almost over, and Juneau stands in front of you, missing his jockstrap. "Well I promised I would give you a show, didn't I?" You squirm in anticipation, watching his sheath as it expands, his big eyes narrow, and slightly glow in the dim moonlight. In the bright colorful blast, you see his head and shaft gliding from his big fluffy sheath. A low rumbly growl escapes his chest, as his knot swells up inside. He does the pose he did for you earlier, and with a pop and snarl, his long and thick wolf cock sags from his body. You watch as it throbs, you can almost hear it pumping full with more blood, the head starts to become swollen, as the heavy dick rises.

"You like what you see? Better show than the fireworks, right?" He already knows your reply, you're fully erect yourself, and doing a terrible job at hiding it. With another deep growl, his dick is fullly erect, his throbbing swollen knot looking absolutely delicious, you just desperately want to jump forwards and start worshiping him. "Hey now, the show's not over yet pup." As three more fireworks go off behind, the full moon hidden behind their colorful light that shines down illuminating the werewolf below. His eyes glow, and another deep rumble eminates from his chest, "You have been a good boy tonight, how about we head back to your place and destroy your bed for a change?"

The offer entices you, and you agree. You both pack up your belongings, put out the small campfire you roasted marshmallows over earlier with, and load up into his car. He drives you home, still naked, dick fully erect, stuffed between his legs. "Nah don't worry, I've done this so many times already, it's actually easier to do it naked than with pants or something." As he pulls into your driveway, he tells you to wait there, he comes around and opens your door, and picks you up. You are a bit surprised, and he notices. "What? Can a wolf not show the person he's gonna breed all night long a bit of compassion?" And he moves in for a small kiss. "Let's head in, I see your neighbors across the street, one's staring at us, and I wanna put on a private show just for you." His toothy grin glistens in the moonlight, and you snuggle up to his chest as he carries you inside, your heart beats fast in your excitement, and you drift off to sleep in the safety of his arms.

The next morning you wake up, alone, on your bed. "That was the best dream ever..." you groan out as you stretch. You hear noises coming from the kitchen, so you leave to investigate. (Irl you should just call the police or something btw, don't be dumb, your life is precious and worth it) You look into your kitchen, and see the big hot wolf standing over the stove, whatever he's cooking, it smells amazing.

"Mornin, there's coffee ready in the pot, I'm almost done here too." You sit at the table, watching him cook. He's wearing an apron, and you notice, he has nothing else on, so you mention it. "Yeah... I used to cook fully nude, but one time I was stir frying something, and a hot piece of broccoli went too far back when I was tossing it, and it went straight into my sheath, like fully inside. That shit fuckin HURT so much, that I stuck an ice pack down inside." You giggle at the thought of him thinking an ice pack would be any more comfortable in his sheath, right along side his penis.

"Right, all done." He sets a bowl in front of you, "I really just worked with what I have, but it's a stir fried omlette with green peppers, ham and cheese overtop white rice, with some chili oil on top, super simple, but really good you know." He's right, it was really good, so you ask him how he's such a good cook. "Well, growing up, I was left alone a lot during summer vacation from school, so I had to learn from a young age how to cook and take care of myself. Early things were simple, but always kinda shit. Ok they weren't kinda, they were terrible. But after years of doing that and cooking dinner, I just kinda... figured it all out. I take a lot of inspiration from Asian and French cuisine, and a lot from Germany and the Southern US. So what I make can easily appeal to a lot of people." You're impressed, before this morning you thought he was just another big dumb male that barely knew how to care for himself, his room was a touch messy, but not as bad as other guy's. You both sit and eat, chatting about random things, so you pop tge question, "hey, last night... did we... do anything?" "Oh hell no dude, I run off of consent, and since you were fully knocked out, I just carried you to bed, took a massive piss in your bathroom, and came and snuggled up to you and slept myself, why, did you expect me to just use you as my little toy or something?" You blush at the thought of him picking you up, and using you as a fleshlight, "No no don't imagine how hot it may be, consent is hotter than any fantasy." You're still surprised at what he said, everything you've heard about werewolves before you met him has always been about how they're sexual deviants that will have their way with you no matter what.

"Yeah, we never really saw humans as a way to get off, yall would always be so scared of us it took us until your human rights movement to even be allowed to safely exist. In our own spaces too, and we always valued consent and such for sexual acts, even flirting, so I genuinely don't know where yall got it from." He seemed a little saddened by the thought that you saw him as a lesser being, one that isn't also civilized, but a feral beast. "No no that's not what I meant..." you quietly say, "Yeah I know, yiu were just messing around, nothin to be mad at, don't worry." He stands, picking up your empty bowl and cup, "So, you liked it?" "Yeah, I did, it was really good!" "Aww thanks, you're cute and sweet too." You stand up and head over to the sink to help him wash up, "nah go head to the couch, I got this here, don't worry about it."

A few minutes later, Juneau lost his apron, and padded his way over to you. You watch as the tall wolf bends down to get through the door, you're envious of his height, but fully understand its many draw backs. He sits down beside you with a grunt, repositioning himself to give room for his heavy sack. You watch them as his testes roll around, finding the sweet spot for where he's sitting. He shimmies over to his left to get closer to you, and puts his arm around your body, sliding you into his side. You toss the blanket over your bodies, and snuggle into eachother while you watch Netflix.

While you were hoping to be impregnated by the massive werewolf you're all cozied up to, you're perfectly happy being fed and held by him instead. You didn't get the 'show' you thought you'd get, but you're not going empty handed. You give him belly rubs, his squishy gut covering his toned body, and his soft growls and tigther grip tells you this is exactly what he wanted from your time together anyways, this wolf prefers spending time snuggling than fucking. You feel safe in his grasp, the warmth and smell radiating from his body reminds you of the woods, with a hint of lavender that relaxes you even more, the slight but distant smell of a male wolf is still there, just enough to remind you of what he is, but not enough to be overpowering.

"You know, we should really do more of this" you nuzzle into him more as an agreement, and he lets out a soft growl only made when he feels comfortable and safe.

ANYWAYS

So I wanted to make a 4th of July drawinf because I never did before, and I had a lot of fun with the background. The pose 100% could be better, but I wanted to get it done, because I knew if I didn't get it done 3 days early, it would get done 3 months late, and I fuckin HATE it when stuff themed on a certain day or holiday is posted obsurdly late. Like yeah ik people make art for money, but come tf on, at least wait until the holiday next year so it doesn't stand out. I don't wanna see Christmas shit in July mother I NEED TO STOP BEING MEAN.

Also do yall like the story stuff? I enjoy writing them, so I'll always have one. Brings more life into the drawing anyways. Hope yall enjoy Juneau and his little show.