project wolfsoul: chpt 5: prostituted pt2
#5 of project wolfsoul
prostituted pt2
"yeah... but still... this is in Germany... she doesn't have to find out" I said this, but I knew I would feel horrible if Arctic does actually exist. I'm betraying her... after a few hours in the car we had a list of breeds that the bitches could be. "German shepherds?, affenpinscher?, rottweiler?"
"er... dachshund?" John suggested
"seriously John?... you think they could be dachshunds?" I smiled "there's two problems with your idea. One problem being dachshunds aren't known to be working dogs and two.." I blushed "well... they would sort of be ripped in half..."
John burst out laughing "ripped in half?"
I smiled "well.. they wouldn't be able to sit down for a while... and there would be a lot of blood" we waited and waited. Eventually the vauxhall came to a stop and the boot door was opened. And the boxes were carried into the airport with us inside. I decided to sleep for a bit. As I cant be bothered to wait.
When I woke up I had noticed that me and John were both placed into the cargo hold. Being stuck in this box is boring. There's absolutely nothing to do! It was also really uncomfortable... I was pretty much curled up. The RSPCA would have a fucking fit! My ass is right next to my head! Then an idea popped into my head... if my ass is near my head... then something else is also near my head. I smiled as I licked my sheath. I swept my member with my tongue as it appeared from the furry foreskin. My breathing became erratic
"er... what are you doing?" John asked me "are you licking yourself?! That's sick dude!"
"have you never licked yourself on a plane whilst travelling to Germany to fuck dogs?" I asked as I felt my orgasm nearing.
"no. I can safely say I've never... what's wrong with your dick? It's got a big lump at the bottom of it!"
"don't worry john. That's perfectly normal... infact if you didn't have one you'd be a freak. You have one too. Lick yourself and it will grow.
"what's it used for?" john enquired curiosity getting the better of him
"it's used to block the bitch's vagina so nothing comes back out after you've fucked her... some kind of weird way to ensure pregnancy"
"wow... that's cool!"
I went back to licking myself intent on making myself cum before we touched down on German soil. Soon I was humping my own mouth whilst licking. "unf... unf... unf... AAH!" I came spraying my wolf load down my throat. I gagged on the salty liquid.
"did you just cum in your own mouth?" John asked disgusted
"yeah... so what?" I asked "it makes up for a lack of female muzzle around it"
John was about to argue when the plane landed, knocking both the cages over "oh bugger!" he cried.
"Well... we're now in Germany... time to meet and mate" I muttered
"mate?" John asked confused
"mate is the animal term for sex. And a mate. Is someone an animal has mated or loves"
"oh... so we'd both look gay if I walked about calling you mate?"
"John... you call everyone mate!" I replied with a smile plastered to my muzzle
"yeah... I guess I've got to start calling people buddy now"
"yep..." I tried to get as comfortable as possible "well, I'm going back to sleep"
John smiled "goodnight... buddy"