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Second Meeting

A fresh layer of snow glistened in the moonlight -- the first snow of the year -- a harbinger of winter. A second later the tranquil scene was shattered as bucks and does stampeded across the snow-covered hillside, sending the white fluff into the air with each hoofstep. Several wolves were right behind, driving the herd relentlessly in one direction.

As the deer were chased, more clumps of wolves came out from every side and angle, driving the herd in a circle back towards the largest group -- the wolves who'd pursued them from the beginning. They were almost completely surrounded, but then a younger wolf slipped on the snow and fell, leaving an opening. An experienced doe noticed it first and whipped around, shooting towards the gap. The rest of the herd followed immediately after and the wolf barely rolled out of the way to avoid being trampled.

But in the shadow of a tree, a white wolf had been waiting silently, overseeing the hunt for a problem just like this. He leapt out as the herd passed him, and his claws and teeth sunk into the side of a healthy buck. They were both thrown to the ground but Movix's fangs were lodged firmly in the buck's shoulder. The snow blinded him for a moment; the deer flailed -- but he didn't need sight to find the buck's neck and clamp down on it.

The snow was tainted with crimson when Movix tore the deer's windpipe out and swallowed it. The buck writhed a moment longer, and then was still. The rest of its herd didn't so much as glance back, disappearing into the dense forest. Movix blinked the snow out of his eyes and shook the rest of it off. He looked over to the packmate who'd slipped, and the young wolf's ears drooped and he pressed himself farther into the snow, fearing a punishment.

"Nice catch, Movix," said a voice behind the white wolf.

He turned around to see his delta male, a wolf with fur so dark a grey it looked black during night. Movix just gave a curt nod in response; he hadn't eaten for four days (he'd met Kyra two days ago) and was eager to satiate his aching belly. Other packmates were padding down the hill towards them, with only one in any sort of hurry: A massive brown wolf who made a beeline for the wolf who'd fallen during the hunt.

"Coyote, what the hell was that?!" shouted the brown wolf.

"I'm sorry, sir!" said the scrawny tan wolf back, covering his head with his forepaws. "It was my first time hunting in the snow and I-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" interrupted the brown wolf.

"Bear, leave him be, berating him won't make Coyote any better at hunting," said the delta male.

Bear and Coyote had both been named for the animal they resembled, excluding a wolf and any other canine, obviously.

Bear whipped around. "You don't get to decide how I treat my charge."

Movix saw where things were going and decided to end it now. "Bear, enough. Coyote made a mistake. He understands that. So stop," he said firmly.

Bear bowed his head and lowered his tail. "Of course, Alpha."

The white wolf didn't waste any time and turned around, padded over to the buck, and began to eat. The rest of the pack watched, eager to get their turn. Even as he ate, Movix could smell the heat of the females around him. He ignored it, and wolfed down what he thought was a fair share of the buck then moved away (Get it? Because he's a wolf? Eh...heh...I'm not funny...)

He watched as his pack ate, pleased with their performance tonight. His contentment did not last long, however, as almost immediately after eating, Karinza, Ruix, and Seraal padded over to him.

"Have you reconsidered my offer?" asked Karinza with a sultry tone.

"Or mine?" said Ruix and Seraal at the same time.

Movix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, who are you three, again?"

They all scowled at once, but took the heavy-pawed hint and strutted away. Movix waited patiently as his packmates drifted off, one by one, back to the dens. When most of them were gone, he turned and began to walk towards the place where he met Kyra. He almost wasn't surprised when he was stopped.

"Where are you going, Movix?" asked Fiala.

He turned his head towards her. "To take a walk so I can think. It's impossible to with-"

"Me in your den?" asked Fiala.

"No, I couldn't think in there before. It has nothing to do with you. I just...have some things that I need to think about."

Fiala looked suspicious, but hesitantly said, "I see..."

"I won't be too long, Fiala," he said and then turned and began to walk off.

Movix had no further interruptions, and easily made it back to the place where he and Kyra had...coupled, just a few days ago. He sniffed gently. The whole area still smelled strongly of both of them. He had to hope that no wolf came in near here any time soon... There was movement in the corner of his eye, and his ears perked at the sound of rustling bushes. For a moment, Movix feared Fiala had followed him and would smell everything that had happened here.

But then, a red fox came out of the bush, a smug smile on her muzzle. "What are you doing here, wolfy?"

Movix was too relieved to try to lie. "We never agreed on a time for another...'meeting.'"

"You mean fucking?"

Movix's face suddenly felt a little hot from her bluntness. "Whatever... Why are you here, Kyra?"

"Hunting," she said simply, but something about her demeanor made Movix doubt that. Kyra noticed this, and said loudly, "I was hunting!"

"Sure you were," the white wolf said slyly.

Kyra got more flustered, and barely managed to half-shout, "Look, are you going to fuck me or not?!"

Movix winced at her volume. "Shh, don't be so loud!" he whispered.

The vixen completely ignored him, and motioned to a tree. "Get on your back over by that tree so your head's against the trunk," she ordered.

The wolf was confused for a moment, but saw no reason not to, so he slowly went over to the tree and rolled onto his back. The scent of females in heat had been diminished while hunting, so only the red tip of his member was visible out of his thick white sheath, but already the smell of sex in the area was making more and more of his long shaft press out into the cool air. Kyra walked over to him, and put a paw on his cock, stroking gently to get him to full erection.

"This will be a simple fuck, wolfy. No oral and absolutely no anal. And no thrusting, and if you try anything like that forced knotting you did to me the first time or thrust, I'll be gone in a second, and you'll never see me again," her tone left no room for argument, not like Movix had a choice in the matter.

"As you wish," he said softly.

He was extremely surprised, then, when the vixen stuck her tongue out and began lapping at his cock, which was now fully erect. "Ohhh...I thought there wouldn't be any foreplay, or are you just being romantic...?"

She paused in her licking for a moment to say, "It's not foreplay, and romance with you would be..." but she couldn't think of a word, and didn't seem to be able to bring herself to say 'horrible,' though Movix wondered if he was just projecting...

"...Anyways, I'm just lubricating you. Because if I tried to stick this thing without any lubrication, we'd both be howling, wolfy. And they wouldn't be screams of pleasure, they'd be screams of 'oh my god the skin of my genitals is tearing.'"

Movix's mind picked out a single part of her statement. "That's...a specific type of scream?"

"Oh, yes, very unique...and memorable," Kyra said casually.

"Uh...heh...and how would you know that?"

"Let's just say a possible mate of mine got too forceful, too early..."

Movix shuddered at the idea alone. If he had been a fox instead of a wolf, he would have been terrified of Kyra for sure.

The vixen's tongue made sure he was completely coated with saliva before she climbed on top of his chest, so his muzzle was nearly touching hers. Their eyes met, and they held that awkward position for several seconds. Then, Kyra backed up while lowering her back end so the crimson tip of his cock parted her folds. Though he immediately groaned in pleasure, Movix felt almost...disappointed? Why? What had he expected?

He didn't have long to think, though, as Kyra pressed herself down onto his thick cock. The angle was incredibly awkward, and definitely not how nature intended it, but then again, nature also definitely didn't intend for a vixen to fuck a wolf. She had barely forced any of his intimidating length in, but already Movix was having difficulty keeping from thrusting. The position was difficult for him, but was also more pleasurable. He didn't have to do anything; he just got to lay back and enjoy the feeling of the vixen's wonderful insides massaging his throbbing shaft.

Kyra was obviously enjoying it quite well, too. She was already panting, but her eyes sparkled with delight at being the one dominating the white wolf beneath her. It was almost cute, in a way. She let out a gasp every time she lowered her haunches and impaled herself on more wolfcock. Her pace was very slow, but Movix understood she was going as fast as she could while avoiding pain. But then suddenly she slipped and nearly fell, driving a full inch and a half more into her. Movix growled at the sudden spiking of pleasure and clamped his eyes shut as he had to simultaneously fight to keep from howling, and to keep from forcing more of his shaft into the vixen.

Kyra noticed this, and playfully said, "Not so easy being the bottom, is it wolfy?" He could only shake his head no. This was starting to become more like torture.

To the white wolf's pleasure, however, most of his thick wolfhood was inside her so the vixen upped her pace, lifting off the shaft and then letting out yips each time she shoved herself down. Some of their mixed juices were escaping the vixen's pussy and ran down his shaft, along the bulbous knot, and wetted the fur of Movix's sheath and sack. Then, once all of the wolf's length was inside her except for the knot, Kyra pulled up so only the very tip was inside her, then forced herself back down suddenly. He expected her to stop at the knot, but she ground her tight entrance against it and kept pressing herself down. Movix shuddered, his cock jumping and shooting pre inside her, bring Kyra to an orgasm. Her insides clamped down on him and her juices pushed out and streamed down to cover the wolf's crotch in sweet-smelling cum.

The wolf almost spasmed beneath her, redirecting his great urge to thrust into other random muscle movements: his head twisting around in a circle and his forelegs twitching and moving back and forth. Kyra let out a soft murr, clearly loving having a submissive wolf beneath her. Movix had to keep up his determination to let her be in control, as the vixen didn't even wait for her orgasm to end and just pulled herself up and shoved right back down again, making both their voices combine for a duet of moans.

Then, she suddenly stopped. "Beg for me to tie with you, wolfy," she ordered huskily.

Movix thought he had heard her wrong and asked, "What...?"

"I said beg for it like the lapdog you are, wolfy," Kyra said, accenting her words by clenching down on his shaft.

It took the wolf a moment to process her words, and he nearly growled out his response, "What?! No! You've got to be kidding me, I'm already being dominated by a fox, I won't be further demeaned, Kyra!"

"Then I think we're done here," she said simply and started to pull off him.

Panic spiked inside Movix. He didn't just need this, he needed her. "Wait, don't!"

She paused. "Say it."

He took a deep breath. "Please, Ky-"

"Please, Mistress," she interrupted with a simultaneously domineering and playful tone.

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Movix sighed. "Please...Mistress, force my knot inside you. I'm begging you like the lapdog I am..." he forced the words out.

"Good." She lowered herself quickly, forcing all that she'd pulled out back in. "You didn't mean it, of course, but you'll learn to..."

"Won't that be fun."

The vixen began to rapidly move up and down, twisting and pushing and trying to get the knot it with relatively little success. She just couldn't get enough force behind her thrusts to push the thick bulb inside of her. Eventually, she was simply moving up and down a single inch, stretching her cunt as much as she can to get the knot in, but it wasn't enough. "You may -- ah -- thrust, wolfy..." she said finally.

Movix immediately did so, which Kyra had anticipated and she pushed herself down as his powerful hips thrusted up. There seemed to be almost no pain for the vixen this time as the massive knot stretched her entrance wide, and after a couple tense seconds of pressure, it was inside her. Movix let out pants so loud they were more like quick moans as her insides tightened around him and the knot ballooned out a little more. He didn't last another second.

The wolf's white-furred balls tensed up and rubbed against Kyra's lips; Movix could feel cum running down his shaft, and then he practically exploded inside her. Forceful spurts that reached the deepest recesses of the vixencunt jetted out of his thick cock, thoroughly covering her stretched pussy in his warm seed. Movix didn't notice her orgasm, only focusing on his own pleasure -- loving the feeling of his balls clenching and his shaft pulsing with each rope he pushed inside of her. Just like the first time, her insides filled up fast and there was pressure against his knot, which only increased his pleasure. His mind was assaulted by feelings of his sensitive length being clamped down on by the vixen's pussy as he stuffed her full of his cream.

The tide of cum won out sooner this time, and rushed out, covering the wolf's hips and crotch with vixen and wolfcum. He had no idea just how long his orgasmed went on for, only that he kept spurting throughout it. Kyra collapses on top of him, tongue hanging out and eyes closed in the reverie of the afterglow. Suddenly, Movix heard a rustle in the bushes and his heart jumped. His first instinct was to investigate, but he was still tied and couldn't, not without severely injuring Kyra, anyways. Fear tainted the afterglow for him, and he waited anxiously for his knot to deflate.

Finally, it was small enough and Kyra pulled it out, a final bit of wolf seed dripping out and splattering on Movix's upper stomach before the vixen rolled off of him. He wasn't concerned with her, and sprinted over to where he'd heard the rustling. Whatever creature had made the sound was long gone, but its scent should still remain. He sniffed the ground, and the scent was strong and familiar: Fiala. His worries from earlier had been correct; she'd followed him, and seen the whole thing.