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After weeks in the office, Chelsea openly welcomed the chance to escape into nature for a weekend of camping. Alone with only her thoughts and the wilderness around her, the coyote intended to enjoy all the benefits that seclusion had to offer. Including the freedom from her own clothing.

Stepping out of her large tent, the coyote sighed as she felt the warmth of the sun on her naked body. The slight breeze ran a chill in all the right places to help her reaffirm that she was, in fact, where she longed to be. Without phones, cars, and the constant aggravation of florescent lighting overhead, Chelsea finally felt the stress she'd been building up from the work weeks start to melt away. Her favourite part, by far, was the feeling of real dirt beneath the pads of her paws. Something about it felt so very alive compared to the concrete and trimmed lawns of the city.

Grabbing a towel, she crossed the short distance from her camp to the small lake she'd found on her hike. It hadn't been labeled on her map nor was it part of any of the official campsites; thus making it perfect for her naturalist getaway. Wading into the water, she idly cast the towel onto the shore to await her return later. In the meantime, she simply let her toes sink into the soft lake bed as she settled her mind on swimming. The cool water against her fur was enough to lull the coyote into a sense of serenity.

Due to that, however, she didn't notice the feral wolf that wandered into her camp in search of a mysterious scent. Something familiar yet foreign to the older male that drove him from his den along the lake to explore the mysterious visitor in his land. Glancing to the water, he watched in confusion as the canine looking creature seemed to move through the water in search of something she couldn't find. Shaking his head, the wolf turned and slipped into her tent.

Here, the scent was stronger than what the breeze alone could carry. Closing his eyes, the male took a deep whiff of the air as his nose led him to a pile of discarded pelts like the ones he saw the odd two-legged creatures wear. Using his muzzle to knock the items aside, he gave a curious whine as he found something that smelled heavily of the scent. Feeling his loins warm as he breathed in the pungent aroma, the male realized now what the peculiar scent was. Bitch in heat.

Could two-legged bitches be in heat? The thought was certainly foreign to him as he continued to smell the strange item. It smelled not unlike wolf heat but with a different spice to it that his loins seemed to enjoy. Nodding, the male sat back and relented that this two-legged creature that was not unlike a wolf must be a bitch able to be bred. As such, it was his duty as a virile male to do so.

Outside the tent, Chelsea continued her casual swimming around the clear waters of the lake. Diving under, she could open her eyes and make out shapes clearly enough to look for shells along the bottom. Finding a few of interest, she quickly checked to make sure she wasn't absconding with some creature's home before starting to make her way back to the shore.

Breaching the water, she let out a content sigh as she moved to set the shells atop her towel. Deciding to let the sun naturally dry her, the coyote moved to lie on her back alongside the fabric. Meanwhile, she let her hands gradually wander between her thighs as she enjoyed yet another aspect that the natural privacy allowed.

Parting her pink labia with one hand, she let her middle finger grind slowly around the nub of her clit. As the breeze drifted from the water across her exposed flesh, she let out a soft moan at the sensation that it carried through her. Biting her lip, she shut her eyes while continuing to slowly tease around her sensitive nub. Her monthly estrus had only left her feeling more sensitive the past week at work; something that remained hard to hide when her attire always had to consist of skirts or dresses. Spreading her legs, Chelsea instead let herself enjoy the warmth of the sun against her tender nethers while the breeze continued to play teasing games along the sensitive skin.

Inside the tent, the wolf picked up strong whiffs of the mysterious bitch's heat wafting in from outside. As he rose to investigate, the male let out a small groan at the pleasantness that spread through his body. The excitement of getting to breed a new bitch was not lost on the older wolf as his sheathe began to fill out steadily. Making his way out of the tent, he saw the bitch lying on her back with both legs parted. He seemed confused that she was upside down to spread her legs. She must not have been bred before, he rationalized as he watched her seem to struggle at bathing herself with her front paws.

Padding towards her, the wolf began to recognize markings that made him think of coyotes. Coyote bitch, he thought, was something he could breed. He had fathered more than one litter by wandering bitches of their type. This one would simply be another. Pausing as the bitch made a strange whining noise, the wolf wondered if she had done something to injure herself. The more she rubbed at her sex the more she continued to make the strange whine. Feeling some pity for her, he closed the distance to investigate.

The sight of the wolf caused Chelsea to freeze in full deer meets headlights fashion. She'd read plenty of guides that said never to run from feral predators. It did not, however, say what to do when they started to sniff at you. Bears, she recalled, ignored things that didn't move. Lying back, the coyote tried to keep her breathing calm as she felt the warmth of the wolf's breath descending across her body.

Tensing up suddenly, she let out a surprised moan as she felt the warmth of the beast's tongue against her exposed folds. Gripping the dirt, she looked down in shock between her breasts as the wolf started to casually lap at the exposed flesh of her labia. Whimpering, she felt the urge to kick him away as his tongue continued to dive deeper into her vaginal canal. When it raked across her clitoris, however, she could only moan as she felt a surge of pleasure cascade over her.

"D...Down boy! Wolf! Uh, sit?" She whimpered more as she laid prone on the ground with the wolf busy eating her out in no sense of technique. There was no aggression about the brute, she noticed, though the thought did little to calm her nerves. Worse was the realization that she was steadily reaching her climax by the wild animal; a thought that made her feel beyond perverted. "Come on, stop that! That's not a toy dammit!"

The wolf turned his gaze up to her and locked eyes. There was a moment of stillness between them as he stared the bitch down; his muzzle now coated in her estrus scent. The problem was that she was still in the wrong position for him to mate. Pulling away, he tried to help her by working his muzzle beneath her back to attempt a flip. It took more than a few tries before the bitch seemed to understand his intention. When she was finally on all fours, he nipped at the base of her tail to inform her of his intent to mount.

As the bitch's tail refused to lift, the wolf realized that she was likely worried about his size. Perhaps she was like the omegas he'd taken in his youth, all bashful submission with need of their alpha to exert his want on them. Gently, he gripped her tail in his jaw before tugging it firmly aside. Once exposed, his muzzle found its way back to her sex as he continued to prepare her for her breeding.

Chelsea, meanwhile, moaned aloud as she felt the wolf's tongue enter her pussy once again. Panting heavily as the feral beast brought her closer to her orgasm, the coyote didn't stop to process what the change of position implied nor the implications of what it would mean. Instead, she only thought that her freedom from his affections would come once he'd satisfied his curiosity with licking her. When the wolf's muzzle pulled away and stayed gone for nearly a minute, the coyote felt a sense of relief wash over her. He'd not gotten her off nor was she entirely concerned by the lack of climax to the feral canine.

When he suddenly pulled his weight atop her, however, the coyote let out a surprised cry. Something warm, rigid, and large jabbed at her inner thigh as the powerful forelegs of the wolf gripped around her midriff. Tensing, the coyote blushed heavily as she said, "Down boy! Oh shit, I'm not a wolf! That's not a to-."

The bitch's cries were lost on the wolf, however, as he managed to angle his shaft at her oddly shaped sex. Unlike the spaded, puffy lips of his previous bitches this coyote bitch was harder to angle for. Finally, however, his cock found the angle it needed to slip its full girth inside. Whining happily, he leaned his weight down on the bitch as he thrust into her warm, wet depths with all the experience his age afforded him. He'd felt only a slight resistance at the very beginning before something parted to allow him into his bitch fully.

Her insides were perfectly warm around his shaft, the thick spire of flesh parting her around itself as the wolf treated the bitch to a proper rutting. Groaning, he felt that she wasn't tightening around his knot as it started to form inside of her; an unusual trait that made him worried for the stability of their tie. Deciding it best to remain on her back, the wolf continued to thrust rapidly into her tight embrace.

Burying her face in her arms, Chelsea moaned out in bliss as the wolf forcefully deflowered her virgin pussy in savage, feral thrusts. The size of the male's knot had begun to swell inside of her leaving her clenching as best she could to prevent it from popping fully out. She knew that, with his pace, there was little chance that it would stay outside of her if it escaped. Meanwhile, the savage mating brought her racing once more back to the brink of her twice denied climax. As she felt the brute atop her force himself to the fullest depths he could, Chelsea let out a wailing moan as her body relented to its instinctual needs.

Feeling his bitch tighten around him at last, the wolf gave the final few thrusts needed to unleash his seed into her. Groaning happily, he felt the thigh gushes of warm semen pump into her deepest reaches as his swollen knot ensured that no other male would be able to breed his bitch until she'd accepted his litter. Pulling gently, he tested the tie but found it not secure enough to want to leave her back. Instead, he relented to lovingly nibbling the bitch's nape as she continued to whine beneath him. Licking at her ears, he did his best to comfort the new mother as she accepted her place in the wild.

After finally dismounting, the wolf stayed by his bitch as she curled up to rest on the ground. Lying beside her, he continued to groom along her body as she revealed herself to him with all the submission due him. Taking on his alpha posture of old, the aged wolf felt youth run through him once again as he examined her used sex. To his delight, not a single drop of his seed escaped from her stretched depths. Nuzzling her hips, the wolf lifted a leg to quickly mark her with his scent to finalize his claim of her.

When the bitch moved to groom along his diminishing shaft, the wolf lie on his side to permit it. He watched in confusion for some time as she seemed to focus her efforts solely on the exposed red flesh where it disappeared into the dark fur of his sheath. When he grew bored of her grooming, he nipped at her playfully and nudged her towards his den. When she hesitated, he once again gave her the dominance she seemed to need to understand his intention.

Watching her crawl into their den, the wolf sat proudly as he watched her upturned ass, tail up in confidence, slip its way inside. Crawling in after her, he curled with her against the far wall and planned how he would expand for their pups.

Six months later, Chelsea sat alongside the edge of the lake with one hand draped over her swollen stomach. Alongside her, her mate enjoyed his nap in the afternoon sun. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wondered what became of the life she'd had in the city. She could still recall the trappings of her former life like bitter dreams better left forgotten.

Smiling, the coyote moved her free hand to rub along the wolf's side with all the loving affection he showed her every morn. Her tent long since abandoned, she considered what it was going to be like to give birth in their shared den. Would she have one pup or seven? All she knew was that here, amidst the wild, she felt a unique sense of freedom she couldn't find anywhere else.