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"Now just like I taught you. Breathe in, breathe out, then gently pull back."

Sasha's grey-brown muzzle lay down the length of the rifle's stock, her left eye closed as the yellow orb of her right looked through the simple notch of the sight, focused on a deer grazing roughly a hundred meters away. She tried to will herself to calm down, her heart beating loud enough she could practically hear it.

It wasn't that she was afraid of the firearm - she'd been around them enough to be practically inured to the sound and sensation. The idea of hunting didn't bother her at all, either. After all, wolves were predators, even if the two legged variety had found a few ways to become a bit more effective at the practice. However, ammunition was starting to run scarce in the last few years, especially for the deer rifle, and more than anything, she just didn't want to risk disappointing dad by wasting one of the valuable bullets.

Closing her eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths, she felt the tension start to fade, at least enough she felt ready. She regained the target - easily done, since the two wolves had been careful to move from downwind and the grazing animal had no idea it was in danger. She did just as she was told - a breath in, a breath out, then slowly and smoothly pulled the trigger back.

The kick of the big .308 was enough that she lost sight of her target for a moment from the recoil, but she had been taught well, and was back in position almost immediately, ready to follow up her first shot and make it a clean kill if the first had merely wounded. A second shot proved unnecessary - her shot had been true, and while it had taken a couple of steps after the shot, they were nothing more than the final twitches of a nervous system that was already shutting down; the deer collapsed to the ground, likely not even having realized it had been shot long enough to feel pain.

A couple of moments later, her success finally sinking in, the wolfess shot to her feet with a triumphant shout, scattering leaves from the bush she had been crouched behind as she threw her arms into the air, her right hand still tightly clutching the rifle. The early autumn leaves that hadn't been sent flying by her exuberance were instead stuck just about everywhere - her shoulder length auburn hair was full of the leafy debris, and they covered her jeans and an slightly ill-fitting green flannel shirt, the garment seeming to be cut for a male; it mostly seemed a bit too large, with the notable exception of the fabric straining around her chest, where she'd needed to leave a couple of buttons undone lest they come flying off.

"Hey, hey, watch where you're swinging that thing!"

Sasha looks momentarily abashed as she turns around to face Richard, her dad, as he too stands from their cover. Dressed much the same as his daughter (although the considerably better fit of the clothing showing that the shirt she was wearing was likely his to begin with), a quick glance between the two easily showed the familial resemblance. The elder wolf had the broader build of a male that was well accustomed to manual labor, but he was only a couple of inches taller than his daughter, of nearly identical fur coloring, and their eyes had a shockingly similar gleam that hinted at just a touch of mischievousness. The one thing he did not have was the touch of red that Sasha bore in her fur and particularly her hair, one feature of the girl that had unmistakably come from her mother.

The younger wolfess is ready to apologize, but she sees he actually has a big smile on his face, seemingly not overly concerned with her brief lapse in muzzle control. With a practiced motion, her thumb clicks the gun to safe, then she throws her arms around her father with a girlish sequel. "Da, I did it!"

Returning the embrace, he brings one hand up to her head, alternating giving it loving rubs and picking leaves out. "Yes, it was a perfect shot, honey. I said you had it in you, and when have you ever known me to lie?"

"Well... there was the thing about the candy a few months back. And..."

"OK, when have I ever lied to you about something important like this?"

"Candy is pretty important."

With a chuckle and a roll of his eyes, Richard gives Sasha one last squeeze and then lets go. "OK, brat. You know what else is important? Grabbing your kill before something else gets to it first. Last thing we need is to have to drive a bear off. Grab your pack, if we make good time, we might even be able to get back home before dark and save ourselves a night of camping."

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The two worked their way carefully back through the forest, the deer slung across a pair of branches that they carried between their shoulders to distribute the weight. They move in relative silence, trying not to attract the attention of anything that might have claimed part of this area as its own territory, stopping periodically for the elder wolf to quietly teach his daughter more about the art of navigating with nothing but a map and the sun... with a bit of double checking using the rather fancy compass he kept in his pocket. Sasha had long ago been taught how to use the compass, but Richard wanted to make sure she also understood the fundamentals of wilderness travel, since it was also possible to lose or break the device.

Going proves slower than he had originally hoped; Sasha was acting much more affected by carrying the extra weight than her father, needing to frequently stop for breath and water. It soon becomes obvious that they won't actually get the rest of the way back before the sun has fallen. "Honey, doesn't look like we're gonna get back tonight. If we head north a bit, there's a nice lake. How about we camp out there for the night?"

When he doesn't get a response, he slows down and turns to look over his shoulder. To his surprise, he nearly gets pushed off his feet as Sasha is slow to react to the change in speed, the girl nearly stumbling before she catches herself and blinks away the glassy sheen of distraction from her eyes. "Sasha, you OK?" He notices that she is breathing deeply, almost panting.

"I'm... fine. Why are we slowing down? Are we stopping?" She sets her end of the branches down before dropping down to sit on a nearby log, grabbing her canteen and taking a deep drink.

"Yes, we're stopping, or at least we'll be stopping nearby... and honey, are you sure? If it's too much, I can carry it." Stepping forward, he puts one hand against the top of her head between her ears. Her reactions seem delayed and clumsy as she gently bats the hand away.

"Said I'm fine, da. Just... thinkin. How long's it been since you've seen anyone else but ma, Jenny, and me? Or even found out they exist? 18 years, since before I was born? Saw you tinkering with your radio again the other day. Anyone ever talk back?"

"Girl, even if you're thinking, you're also burning up, I think I pushed you too hard today." He drops to the log next to his daughter and wraps an arm around her, sighing. "I haven't been at the radio that long, you know. Just found the parts to fix it recently. I probably just haven't found the right frequency."

"But I've read your books. da. There should be a ton of people out there. The one book said there were billions!" Sasha seems nearly to the point of panic as she rambles off questions. "Where are they? That time you took me to the town - there should have been people there. Or at least some kind of sign of what happened. But it's just empty. No people, none of those car things you told me about, just empty shops and houses."

Squeezing her shoulders, just shakes his head. "I've been trying to figure that one out myself, honey. If I were by myself, I'd probably wander south, and travel looking for signs of where everyone went..." He turns to her with a smile. "But frankly, none of them matter much compared to my family, so I'm much happier staying here with the three of you, even if I'm curious. What's bringing this on, anyway? I know you've been curious, but never quite this... well, passionate about the topic before?"

She leans back into him, dropping her head onto his shoulder. "Heh, question with a question. How old were you when you married ma?"

"Well, we started dating in high school, and got married just after she graduated. I was 19, and she was 18..."

"And?"

"... and you just turned 18. Yes, I think I get it." He turns and kisses the top of her head, squeezing her just a bit harder. "Honestly, it's been on my mind as well. It's actually a lot of why I've been working so hard on trying to make contact. I love you and your sister, but I do know the two of you need a chance to live your own lives. I promise I'll do everything I can for the two of you, I want you to be happy."

Snuggling closer into the elder wolf, Sasha sighs. "I know, biology just gets frustrating sometimes."

Richard's cheeks suddenly flush red at the thought of his daughter's 'biology' problems. "Um, you might want to talk to your mother about that part. She can... um... actually, we've got something important to be doing!" Suddenly standing up, he looks over to the deer. "Don't want to get a predator near our camp site. Tell you what, how about you grab the tent off your pack and set it up near the lake?" He points northeast, toward what to him is a familiar landmark. "I'll clean the deer and get it bagged so that nothing can get to it. Then we can have some nice venison steaks."

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It took Richard over an hour to do some very basic butchering of the kill. He had the tools to do it more efficiently at home, but it wasn't something that could be put off if they wanted to be able to camp safely. He bagged the more important parts and suspended the bag from a branch over 20 feet in the air - far enough that a roaming bear wouldn't be able to get to it - before taking the rest and dumping it a mile farther from the lake. It was something of a waste, but his hope was that it would give any scavengers an easy target farther away from the camp, making them less inclined to hassle the two wolves. The absolute last thing he wanted was to risk Sasha getting hurt.

The butchering was messy business; he'd hauled the packs to the camp site and taken his shirt off to try to keep things as tidy as possible, but his fur was still a mess. The sun was just starting to drop below the horizon when he returned to the camp, a bath in the lake and then a hearty dinner in mind. "Sasha, I'm going to get cleaned up real quick. I'll get to cooking in a few minutes."

He heard muffled movement then a faint "mm hmm" from the tent. He smiled and shook his head. Seems the girl had her nose buried in one of his books again. He'd tried telling her that it was a waste of weight to carry one of them in her pack, but as much as she liked the outdoors, she also loved learning, and he hadn't been able to dissuade her. If the world were different, she might have been an engineer, or scientist, or a doctor... but it didn't seem likely that there were any colleges still running now, so she'd have to make do with what she could learn from his small book shelf.

Stripping out of his clothes, Richard stepped into the lake, slowly submerging himself to his waist. The water was cool, but retained just enough of the summer heat to not be chilled, and he quickly set to washing the blood out of his fur. Several minutes later, just as he was finishing, the wolf's ears suddenly shot upright as he hears a splashing sound - footsteps in the lake. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest as he spins around, expecting to find himself face to face with some kind of predator, following the scent of blood.

Sasha stands in the water a few feet away, the water up to her knees. She is panting, but unlike earlier, she has a slight grin on her face. These facts entirely escape the elder wolf, who instead finds his eyes irresistibly drawn lower, to the wolfess' completely unclothed body, far more feminine than it had been the last time he'd seen her undressed many years before. Her bust, every bit of a D-cup, jutted proudly from her frame; dark nipples showed through her fur, already hard as rock. As his eyes trailed down, he found the fur of her chest faded from the darker brown of the rest of her pelt to more of a tan across her belly, and then thinned as it approached her legs. The treasure there was unmistakable, her spade bright red, swollen, and absolutely drooling in her excitement, her thighs already wet and matted well before she got to the lake's edge.

He caught a faint glimmer from the setting sun between her breasts as she continued walking closer, and realized she was still wearing one thing - a silver chain with a small heart ornament on the end. He recognized it immediately as the necklace he'd given his wife on their first anniversary - one that he'd almost never seen her without in the nearly 20 years since. A moment later, another sense of familiarity washes over him as he smells pure, unrestrained heat. "Sa... sha... you should have told me your cycle was close... we could have put the trip off a few days..."

"Oh? And why would I want to do that?" Her voice is sultry and her hips swing seductively as she steps up to her father, the slight slope of the shore putting them nearly eye to eye, her grin widening as her words finally draw his gaze away from her assets and toward her face.

"Sasha, I know your... 'biology'... is getting to you now, but this is wrong..."

She puts her finger up to his lips, silencing his attempts to dissuade her... as well as filling his nose with even stronger scent of arousal, letting him know just what she had been doing in the tent before he got back. "According to who? A society that doesn't exist any more? I don't care if you're my da. Even if you did find someone else out there, they're nothing to me compared to you." Her arms trail up his body, feeling the muscles of his chest.

"But your mother..."

"... already knows all about this. I already knew she was the one I should go to for help first, and when I did... well, this was her idea." One of Sasha's hands reaches down between her breasts, grabbing the heart pendant as her other hand continues sliding up, cupping the wolf's cheek. "She loves both of us, and she gave me her necklace to show you that she's willing to share."

The wolf finds himself at a loss for words, as he finds his resistance broken by the combined effects of the heat scent and the proof of the necklace. With a gulp, he finally pushes his inhibitions aside and leans forward, meeting his own flesh and blood in a deep, passionate kiss. He feels his daughter start to shift, and wraps an arm around her, supporting her weight as she starts losing herself in the passion and collapses against him.

They remain locked to one another for what feels like hours before Richard finally pulls back, eliciting a faint whine from the wolfess, her eyes opening just a crack to stare deeply into his. "Last chance to back out, honey. If you want to do this, this will make us mates. Your mother may be more forgiving... but I was never good at sharing."

She whines louder, then starts humping the fiery heat of her spade along his leg, his own shaft starting to rub along the fur of her belly as it emerged from its sheath. "Yessss, daddy! Make me yours, make me your mate!"

With a possessive growl, he leaves one hand wrapped around the small of her back to support her, as the other reaches down to grasp her firmly muscled rear, her tail brushing over the back of his hand as it wagged wildly behind her. He then easily lifts her up with that one hand, her weight supported by the water; she lifts and spreads her legs, giving herself fully into his grasp. As she feels herself lifted higher than expected, she looks down, and bites her lip as she realizes that her *other* books - the ones she'd managed to find on their expedition to the town and then slip back to the cabin unnoticed - had left her wholly unprepared for just what the wolf was hiding.

Finally, she feels the tip slide past her belly and settle into the folds of her throbbing spade. Looking down at the top of his head, she figures that he must be nearly 9 inches... and that if the shaft was that much larger than expected, how big was his knot? But instead of being intimidated, she only felt lust, a hunger to feel every inch. Besides, ma had been able to take it and was nearly a head shorter than Sasha was.

The older wolf seems to hesitate a moment as he lines up, as if having second thoughts. Rather than giving him time, Sasha takes things into her own hands. She breathes in and then out, her well practiced ritual to steady herself, then wraps her legs around her father's thighs and starts pulling back, forcing him in. She closes her eyes and gives a little squeak as the tip of his member splits her open and begins stretching out her virgin tunnel. Finally overcome and unable to hold back, Richard's hips buck up into his wolfess, burying himself nearly to his knot in one stroke. His daughter lets out a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as every inch of her engorged tunnel is massaged at once.

Richard tries to pull back out of his girl's hole, but finds it unwilling to give up its prize, clamping down hard each time he tries to pull out. Left with no other option, he begins hammering his way in; she proves much more pliant in that direction, his knot massaging at her ring in just a few thrusts.

Leveling his muzzle with one of her ears, the wolf breathily whispers, "Sasha, are you ready to become a woman, and forever my mate?"

Tongue lolling from the side of her mouth, it takes a moment for the question to register, but once it does, she does not hesitate for even a moment. "Yeeesssss... daddy, make me your mate, give me your pups!"

He gently offers one last lick across the side of his head before taking her shoulder in his teeth, biting down softly enough to not injure her, but hard enough to let her know that she was his, claimed as his mate. Then, holding her hips with both hands, he begins pounding his knot against her spade. She moans even louder as she feels herself being pulled apart, and after just a few violent thrusts, her ring gives just enough for him to sink in the rest of the way. She squeals in pleasure as she feels the knot swell up to the size of a baseball, every inch of her tunnel spasming, trying to milk every drop of cum from her daddy's tool. It only takes a few seconds of this before it acquiesces, the wolfess going limp as she feels her deepest parts flooded with warm, sticky seed; the emotions finally become too much for her, and the world goes black.

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The wolfess wakes up to the smell of wet fur and the feeling of her dad's considerable tool still engorged and periodically twitching within her. She finds them back on land, laying face to face on their sides on the foam camping mattress inside the tent. The wolf's arms are wrapped tightly around the wolfess, warmer than any blanket; now awake, she returns the gesture, wrapping one arm around her father's back.

"Hmmm, you're awake now, honey..."

"Yes, da, that was amazing!"

"No more of that 'da' stuff. We're mates now. Mates use each others names."

She giggles and smashes her muzzles into his shoulder, shuddering a bit as another jet of seed continues to flood her womb. "Aww, but that makes it more fun. Maybe just when we're together then though... my mate."

He laughs softly, tightening his embrace. "I guess that's a compromise we can work with... my mate."