Well, it's not exactly a farting podfic i just really like this line, especially the way the reader says it :33
A few more quotes since it's so vague:
" “I resent that,” Stiles grumbled, still on top of the wolf, hugging him aggressively. “I’m in no way influenced by all this fluff. I’m impervious to fluff.” His fingers were scritching, perfectly, up over the wolf’s sides and into the baby-soft fur beneath his elbows, pausing occasionally to crumble clumps of dirt and tug on a small cluster of burrs. The wolf’s eyes rolled back in his head, it felt so good. “Who’s a big cuddle-slut? Who is?” Stiles crooned, and the wolf knew he should at least nip at him for it, but if he did, Stiles might stop what he was doing and that was so much worse than the wolf’s current loss of dignity. Stiles’ fingers were magic. They made the wolf’s paws curl and twitch in the air as though he was trying to swim through a river of pure pleasure. “You are,” Stiles praised, and he sounded delighted by it and barely mocking at all. “You are the biggest cuddle-slut, yes, you are.” "
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" “Of course,” Deaton-creepysneak agreed with a shrug. “Can’t have anybody dispute your ownership, now can we? You can’t keep a wolf as a pet. It is, however, perfectly legal to own a husky. Especially one with such fine pedigree.”
The wolf was torn between preening at this and being insulted. On the one hand, yes, he had the finest pedigree, he was a Hale. He’d once been able to recite his ancestry by heart twelve generations back to when the pack had still been known as the Halkias pack from Arta, Greece. On the other hand… Kennel Club? Seriously? "
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A few more quotes since it's so vague:
" “I resent that,” Stiles grumbled, still on top of the wolf, hugging him aggressively. “I’m in no way influenced by all this fluff. I’m impervious to fluff.” His fingers were scritching, perfectly, up over the wolf’s sides and into the baby-soft fur beneath his elbows, pausing occasionally to crumble clumps of dirt and tug on a small cluster of burrs. The wolf’s eyes rolled back in his head, it felt so good. “Who’s a big cuddle-slut? Who is?” Stiles crooned, and the wolf knew he should at least nip at him for it, but if he did, Stiles might stop what he was doing and that was so much worse than the wolf’s current loss of dignity. Stiles’ fingers were magic. They made the wolf’s paws curl and twitch in the air as though he was trying to swim through a river of pure pleasure. “You are,” Stiles praised, and he sounded delighted by it and barely mocking at all. “You are the biggest cuddle-slut, yes, you are.” "
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(This one is another favorite)
" “Of course,” Deaton-creepysneak agreed with a shrug. “Can’t have anybody dispute your ownership, now can we? You can’t keep a wolf as a pet. It is, however, perfectly legal to own a husky. Especially one with such fine pedigree.”
The wolf was torn between preening at this and being insulted. On the one hand, yes, he had the finest pedigree, he was a Hale. He’d once been able to recite his ancestry by heart twelve generations back to when the pack had still been known as the Halkias pack from Arta, Greece. On the other hand… Kennel Club? Seriously? "