Just Another Day In The Pack
Formatting fixed from the original, plus a few misc spelling and grammar adjustments. I sure loved commas back then.
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Just Another Day In The Pack, by Anomalous Smutlord
Written an extremely long time ago. Sorry for horrible formatting.
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The alphas were playing, the female, a slim white wolf whirling around her mate, slamming into him with her body in an attempt to knock him off balance. He turned around, keeping his circling mate in sight, holding his gray-furred body ready for any hostile movement. He was surprised when she darted a short distance away from him, crouched down on all fours, and raised her tail, a sight he'd often seen before.
He felt a thickening in his sheath as he remembered all the times he'd hunched over her body, yelping and holding her white-furred hips tightly as he spurted into the heat under her tail. He licked his lips, and padded lightly toward her. She tensed as he approached, then spun around, grabbing his sheath firmly in
her paw. She grinned as he shivered, the maleness in his sheath becoming harder.
He tensed and stood on his toes, gently thrusting with his hips, when without warning his mate reached out her other paw and shoved him in the chest. He lost his balance and fell backwards into the leaves with her on top. She rolled off him, and licked his muzzle as he gazed up at her, then slowly moved down his body, dampening his chest fur, slowly moving by his sheath, she nibbled at the furry sack beneath it.
He lay on his side, as she shifted her position to face the opening of his sheath, her paw holding the base of his penis within, preventing him from extending it. He shivered as she lapped at his white-furred sheath, the black lips at the tip parting slightly, exposing a hint of pinkness within. She enveloped the furry pouch in her mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside it.
He gasped and shuddered as she explored him, tasting and savoring the musky flavor of his maleness, and the slick walls enclosing it. His haunches tensed as she thrust her tongue in and out of him, lapping and swirling it around his penis. Her rhythm increased as he jerked his hips, humping her muzzle as he sensed his climax approaching. He could feel her heat inside of him, moving, touching, rubbing, wrapping around his maleness.
She reached out her paw and fondled his furry balls and haunches as they jerked in her grasp. He shuddered, and reached the edge of his orgasm, body tensed and statue-still. She slowly withdrew her tongue almost all the way, then thrust it quickly back into her shivering mate's sheath. He yelped as he climaxed in her muzzle, the base of his penis pulsing in her paw as his maleness squirted semen into her mouth. Wagging her tail in satisfaction, she licked up the savory fluid that sprayed from him, then moving her head back slightly and releasing his penis from his sheath, she lapped at the spurting slit at the tip.
The male was in ecstasy, each touch of her tongue sending rushes of increased pleasure through his body. With a final lick, she engulfed him in her muzzle, feeling his pulsing between her jaws, and the hot squirting of his climax on her tongue.
Slowly his orgasm ebbed, then faded, and the pulsing in her mouth stopped. She released him, and licked her lips, his penis sliding back into its sheath. He lay on his side, panting heavily as he recovered.
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The young female black sighed as she watched the alphas at their play. The alpha female was ready for more, crouching down in front of her mate with raised and wagging tail. He stood and quickly mounted her, bringing his thighs forward as he thrust into the heat of her femaleness.
As her mate entered her, the alpha female shivered and tensed, squeezing the hard organ embedded in her body. It twitched, and the male began humping her quickly, holding her white-furred hips tightly as he thrust his maleness in and out of the hot slit under her raised tail. He could feel her becoming tense beneath him as her pleasure built, finally she yipped sharply and climaxed.
Wide-eyed she looked back at the source of her pleasure, jaws gaping and tongue lolling. Dimly she heard him yelp as the tightness and spasming of her femaleness brought him to his own orgasm. He hunched over her, his hot squirting furthering her pleasure as she came down from her peak. She gazed at him as he continued climaxing in her body, feeling the hot spurts inside of her. His ears were back, his tail raised high, muzzle clenched in a snarl of ecstasy as his pulsing maleness pumped more seed into her haunches.
Finally he relaxed and finished, pulling out of her, and lying down in the grass. Exhausted also, his mate lay down with him, snuggling into his soft fur as they dozed in the afterglow...
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The black female panted, excited from watching the alphas mate. A burning need in her loins made her stand and look around, she smelled the musky scent of male arousal. She padded in the direction of the odor, and saw a slim male with russet fur sitting propped up against a tussock of grass. He was obviously excited by the alphas' display, his penis extended from the peach-colored fur of his sheath.
His ears pricked as he noticed her approach. Her need growing, she pranced up to the red male, then after lapping his muzzle a few times, quickly sat down on his lap. Shivering as his slick hardness filled her, she began to stroke her hips up and down rapidly. The male panted, feeling his penis surrounded by her heat as she used his body to bring herself to orgasm.
She tensed and ground her hips into his crotch, growling loudly as she came. Through her pleasure she could feel him trying to thrust into her as the waves of her orgasm clenched and caressed him. Slowly her enjoyment faded, body relaxing, she yawned squeakily, the hardness under her tail moving slightly as the male continued his unsuccessful attempts at thrusting up against her weight.
Finally taking mercy on him, she shifted her position, rolling over on her back with him still inside. Unhampered now, he began thrusting vigorously into the hot tightness between her thighs, body tensing as his own orgasm approached. As he reached the edge, suddenly he heard a low growl, and a heavy body hit him, knocking him off the female and onto his back.
Teetering on the brink of orgasm, he looked up at the large black beta's snarling face as he straddled the smaller male's body. With a mischievous grin on her muzzle, the female snuck around the pinned wolf. Grabbing his sheath in her paw, and directing his maleness toward the beta's furry balls, she lapped the tip several times.
Yipping shrilly, his body tensed and he climaxed in her paw. She felt his penis pulse, and a thick white spurt fountained out, spraying between the beta's thighs. Tongue lolling, she raised her aim, the smaller male's next squirt coating the beta's balls with his seed. Through the haze of his orgasm, the russet male saw the beta whirl and growl, then after a moment felt two rough tongues lapping semen from the tip of his maleness. Engulfed in one hot muzzle then the other, he writhed in helpless ecstasy, squirting on their tongues and sharp teeth as they shared the product of his climax.
Orgasm diminishing gradually, he rewarded their eager mouths with less and less, finally surrendering his last weak spurts to the female's tongue. With a final lap, she moved her head back, licking her lips and smacking her chops noisily.
Still on his back he stretched, yawning as he basked in the afterglow, but the beta wasn't done yet. In a swift movement the beta straddled the younger male, facing in the opposite direction as he probed the black lips of the smaller male's furry peach-colored sheath with his penis. Locating his target, the beta thrust quickly inside, shuddering with pleasure as he felt the heat and tightness surrounding him.
A low growl silencing the other's surprised whine, he moved his hips faster, delighting in the hot friction of the smaller male's sheath. Not to be left out, the female stuck her head between the beta's thighs, nuzzling his balls, then licking excitedly at the base of his maleness. Panting as he became aroused, the pinned male drew his legs up, red-furred hips involuntarily thrusting as the black male's penis rapidly stroked his own.
Feeling the smaller male's russet body tensing beneath him, the beta increased his rhythm, shuddering as the hot sheath became incredibly tight around his maleness. With a sharp yelp, the smaller wolf climaxed, shivering in pleasure as he squirted the beta's organ with his thick white fluid. The beta felt his own orgasm approaching as he thrust, the red wolf's pulsing penis spurting hot semen on his as he rubbed against it.
Through the fog of his pleasure, the pinned male watched as the slim female licked the end of his sheath, feeling her rough tongue lapping up his seed as it sprayed around the beta's pistoning maleness. Sensing the beta's impending orgasm, she moved her attentions to his black-furred balls, first licking, then taking them into the heat of her muzzle. Sucking gently, she rolled them around in her mouth as the beta froze, his haunches tensing above her. He howled in ecstasy, and she felt his balls draw up as he came, shooting his first hot spurt onto the base of the smaller wolf's pulsing maleness.
Releasing the furry sack from her mouth, she lowered her head, wagging her tail as she resumed licking the spurting semen from tip of the red male's peach-furred sheath. He shivered in increased pleasure as the beta's hot seed spurted into him, mixing with his own and spraying out onto the female's eager tongue as she lapped at the sensitive lips of his sheath.
Finally his body relaxed, and his orgasm ended. Satisfied, he leaned forward, stroking the soft black fur of the still spurting beta's balls, sheath, and tense thighs. The beta shuddered in climax, his tail raised as he coated the inside of the smaller wolf's sheath with semen. Slowly his spasms faded, and he rolled off the red male's body, his penis retreating back into its furry black pouch.
The russet wolf squirmed as the female dove her tongue into his sheath, scooping the last of the warm seed from his body. Finally, satiated they
lay down and dozed. After all, it was just another day in the pack...