Morning coffee
Life was lonely for Amber, she had lived on her own for years now, several miles out of town. It was a beautiful spot, tucked away from the noise and crowd of the world. The air was clean, and so was the water and soil, and that mattered a lot to the young wolfess. Here, she had come to lose herself in the earth and the dreams she had. Being lonely hadn't seemed like a big deal when she had bought the small plot of land, but now she wished she could more easily interact.
She sighed, washing the dishes from her breakfast and day dreaming. It was late spring, the wind was blowing softly, gusting now and again to make the branches of an old willow brush one wall of the warm little home. Turning off the water with one paw, she set a glass down on the dish rack and looked out the window. The clouds were burning off, and by noon it would be a beautiful day. She smiled to herself, glad she would have the warmth of the sun for company.
The dream that had dragged her out here left her a lot of free time at times. Right now, she found she had little to do but wait. The springs work was done, and it was time to let the sun and time itself do their part. Sure, later she would water and weed, but until then, a cup of coffee in the morning sun seemed a good idea.
So, trashy romance novel in hand, she made her way out the old wooden chair on her veranda. Pausing before a mirror, and chucking at herself as she did it, she fussed at her appearance. She was tall, slender, beautiful to the eyes of most. Her hips were broad and her waist slim, and her breasts were more than ample. As she fussed with her hair, she tousled those breasts, each easily a D cup, perhaps larger. She was nude, seeing as the weather was perfect, and she had always hated clothes. Her dark grey fur was shiny and smooth, clinging tight to her curves and hiding nothing. She liked it that way, even living alone she took very good care of herself, after all, if your going around nude you had better look good if company does drop by.
With her hair straightened to perfection for the eyes of none, she smiles and turned to the door, tail wagging. It was just such a bright day, she could feel her moods swinging back the other way already. She was glum all too often lately, but it never failed, the sunshine saved her days. Once she had closed the door behind herself, she walked over to the chair, sitting down and sighing as she relaxed, picking up an old straw hat she always had close at hand, she tossed it atop her hair.
Her thoughts quickly turned to the trash in her paws, coffee sipped at now and again but mostly forgotten. Time passes slowly, but she is happy. The sun beats down on her, and were it not for the cool breeze, it would have been much too warm. She could feel herself getting a little excited, as the book turned once again to long kisses and even longer confessions of love, and shifted her legs a little. She could feel her nipples poking up out of her fur.
"It would be so nice to be held..." She sighed to herself as she turned the page, shifting the book to her other paw. Her right slid down, making her bite her lip as it caressed her breast, playing with her nipple. She might hate being alone, but she loved being so private. With a gentle little whimper, she eased a finger into herself. Toes curling as she reads, she pleasures herself slowly, the novel driving her wild.
The heat was rising, and as she rolled to her side in the big old wooden chair, moaning as she pressed a second finger into herself, she pulled her knees against her chest, rolling up a little. She panted and squirmed as her eyes scanned the pages. Every time they kissed, she slid a fingertip slowly over her clit, making her eyes go wide for a moment, often causing her to read the same line several times.
This slow self love went on for a long time, maybe an hour. By the end, the novel lay forgotten beside her. Her left paw had a handful of her soft breast flesh, squeezing it as she plunged her fingers in and out of herself. Her wrist was tired, but she didn't want to stop. Her cries and moans echoed off the cliffs a mile away, and she lusted at the thought of somebody hearing her. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of a handsome young male hearing her lonely, desperate cries and coming to sate her.
When her climax came, it left her in awe. Her hips jumped up of their own accord, her slid cunny clamped down on her fingers, squirting musky, sticky juices all over her paw. Her hips bucked dozens of times, and each time another squirt of sweet fem cum left her. At first they dripped down her wrist and messily splattered against her thighs and ass, but then she pulled her paw away, and her body pained the ground in front of her in lines of her lust.
Her eyes finally opened again, and she stared up at the blue sky, dazed. Her breath came and went in desperate gasps, her body spent. Her throat was sore, she guessed she had screamed at some point. Every now and again she sudden tensed and gasped, another squirt of fluid leaving her. Panting and trembling, she quickly slipped into a nap, sitting in her own mess.
* * *
On some level, she realized she was in heat. When a cup of coffee suddenly turned into desperately trying to cum in her front yard, she guessed her heat had started a little early. She didn't care by the time she noticed, she was far too busy wishing her fingers were a foot long and inches thick. However, she had still just painted the area with markings of a female in heat.
It was not long before somebody down wind picked up that tantalizing scent. It was not however, Amber's dreamed hunk come to fuck her silly. A piercing howl went up, and then another, and then ten more. Miles up wind, the panting female was just now starting to drift off. Miles closed quickly however.
Within half an hour of her falling asleep, Amber was surrounded. Fifteen wolves, each of them as heavy as her lean self, stood around her panting. She was tossing and turning, the musk given off by fifteen unsheathed wolf shafts takings its toll on her head addled dreams. She didn't even wake up when the alpha stepped forward, tail wagging, and shoved his long muzzle between her thighs.
He was confused, but his nose didn't lie to him. He didn't care if this creature looked like a bitch in heat, it smelled like one, and that meant it was for fucking, not eating. Still, as he pressed his tongue into her incredibly tiny little entrance, he found the taste much more to his liking. At once, that flavor and scent hypnotized the alpha.
In her dreams, there was no fearsome pack of wolves. In her lust fuelled dreams she was being licked roughly by her lover, a big, strong male doberman. She could feel that tongue squirming into her tiny passage, filling her and stretching her so wonderfully. She ground her hips forward, feeling the cold press of that nose against her clit. As climax approached, her eyes finally flickered open.
At first it didn't make sense. She was sure he had been a doberman at the pub that night, and she was certain that he had been when she was squeezing his knot and swallowing that thick seed. Suddenly it was a wolf's muzzle between her thighs. She wasn't arguing, climax was likely only a lick or two away, and that tongue was wiggling deeper than anything she had ever felt.
After she had blinked twice however, she screamed. Startling all the gathered wolves, and bashing her clit against that cold nose once again, she started violently at the sight of the pack of wild, feral animals. That sudden pressure against her clit, and the startled jerk the wolf's tongue gave as she screamed, was too much for her however.
Even as she lay there, terrified, she came all over him. She painted his face with her sticky, musky givings, her cunny clenching tightly enough he pulled his tongue out and just let her mark him. She took in the sight around her as her mind slowly cleared with the fog of lust. So many huge animals, and hanging between each a tool that made her shudder. Each was at least a foot long, many bigger, and she knew full well they would only get bigger once put to use.
She was in heat, and a wolf, and they clearly knew that. This couldn't be real. A very short moment of panic saw her try to sit up and run, before she felt jaws, and sharp teeth, close over her. Her locked his jaws over her sex, her eyes went wide. She relaxed, and so did he, but the message was clear.
He backed away then, and looked back at her. Under him swung a tool so large it made her heart skip a beat. Even without its knot swollen it was bigger around than her wrist, and at its base hung two huge balls. The little wolfess reached down and brushed her fingers over her sore cunny, blushing as she felt her juice and his saliva.
She knew it was only going to get worse, but that she could not fight. Whimpering, she crawled down out of the chair. Hanging her head, she turned her back to the Alpha and got down on her hands and knees. She panted, her heat making her want this, even if she was scared half to death. She wanted a pack of powerful males to give her strong young. She knew that was possible, for her to birth feral pups from this, but that just made her wetter, her slick puppy cunt winking at the alpha.
He wasted no time licking her, having already had the taste he wanted. He knew she was ripe and ready, the proof was still dripping from his muzzle. He didn't so much mount her as walk over her, his belly brushing against her back. His tip slid between them when he gave his first, hard thrust. Those soft, plump asscheeks confused him however, and he gave several more, thinking he was inside her. Then, luckily, his tip caught in that twitching wetness.
All at once she was FULL. She had been with men, but none half that size. Suddenly she was face first on the ground, the force of that pounding thrust unexpected. He was in bliss, she hardly had time to realize he had trusted into her when he was doing it a second time, then a third. Each thrust slammed his squirting tip against her cervix. On his fifth, she finally screamed, as that cervix was pushed open. Her eyes rolled back, and she was aware of almost nothing. He had finally pushed his way fully into his bitch.
And now that knot was swelling. Each time his heart throbbed, she felt like she was going to rip apart. He was like a balloon inside her swelling by the second. Around her, the other dogs watch, panting, as their alpha tied a new bitch. She didn't want to cum, but she felt it building, every instinct she had wanted this.
Finally, inside that very full womb, the first squirt of wolf cum entered her. She howled along with her new alpha as he filled her womb with that first massive squirt. All around, the others joined their voices with the loudest pair. The two were lost in bliss together, his hot essence filling her, those huge balls bouncing against her clit, her tunnel rippling perfectly around him, clamping down so tightly even his wild, violent thrusting couldn't hope to budge it.
She was so full, she could feel herself becoming bloated with hot jizz, when all at once the seal gave way. Suddenly she felt hot wetness coat her backside, dripping in slow moving trails down her thighs. It dripped from his balls and squirted out of her.
Her tongue hanging from her muzzle, he drifted off, still tied to her new found alpha. He turned around, and dragged the now sleeping female a few feet, inadvertently smearing the mess over her breasts. She was too tight, he couldn't pull out, and with a group whimper, they waited for his knot to swell, letting their new toy sleep until her next breeding