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Krysta's claw paused in mid-air as she stared at the disembodied wolf phallus and its associated goods. She repeated "impossible" out loud again as she watched the cock and balls. It was as if the penis rose up from the scrotum here, whereas on a male, it would be rising out of his lower abdomen and pubic area with the scrotum beneath it. Not attached, strictly speaking, the way this egg-hatched phenomenon was set up. Her claw's journey continued, but paused again upon further implications. If this was a cock and balls, where was the rest of the wolf? For that matter, would it really do much if it didn't have other wolf parts in it? She knew that male anatomy was much more complex than it appeared. A variety of tubes, glands, and other important bits composed that which helped in the creation of the male's semen. This disembodied organ didn't make any sense to her. In fact, it kind of made her a little irritated to look at it from an intellectual standpoint.

The five-inch long, flaccid wolf cock reminded her that it was "alive," or at least animate, when it seemed to glide on its scrotum gently towards her on the counter top. The head of the cock, sheathed in white fur bumped into her claw and it was very warm to the touch. She gasped and would have jumped backwards if it wasn't for her immense fascination with the thing. "Just what exactly am I supposed to do with you now?" She asked the wolf cock. In a manner of answering her it seemed to pulse, like a male's cock might if he was flexing muscles and forcing blood into it. It was slight, but definitely a pulse, and to her, a call for action.

She wrapped her claws gently around the wolf cock and had it more firmly grasped now, the shaft resting against the pad of her right paw. She was no stranger to the art that was the handjob and she proceeded to gently tug on the cock's shaft. The furry sheath it resided in rose and fell with her motions and before long she got a more firm response. The cock pulsed in her claws and almost seemed to force her paw ever-so-slightly apart, clearly growing thicker. It was only a small growth, but the reaction was encouraging.

She continued this gentle play, tugging on the wolf cock a little more with every passing moment. Before long she noticed that it was taking on growth in length too. By her reckoning, it had to be about eight inches long now and what an ex-boyfriend had referred to as "sporting a partial." She snorted a little at the use of the phrase and kept up her work. The wolf cock was clearly enjoying it as its associated scrotum had scooted even closer to her and was resting under her chin. She kept stroking the cock for another few minutes there on the countertop and smiled quietly to herself.

"It's almost like having a living dildo," she mused aloud. "A cock that can grow under its own power without a body to keep it 'alive' and circulating blood, I love it. If I didn't have this nasty habit of keeping things like you to myself, I'd have turned you into a lab by now for study for sure." The stroking of the cock was only getting her going too, the paw not stroking made its way to her swollen lips to get to work. The cock lengthened and broadened to a further ten and a half inches and six inches of girth, a bit over an inch and a half across. No sign yet of it hardening, however, and Krysta found that to be somewhat disheartening. Or maybe, it was disturbing, a yet unknown ability of the mysterious, egg-hatched wolf cock, to cum flaccidly.

All that mattered to the matching, white she-wolf was making this bad boy cum. She had briefly considered again that it may not be able to without everything, but some things were just not explainable. As if in response to her thinking about the wolf cock hardening and then cumming, she achieved a new level of progress. The slightly tapered end of the cock was starting to fill out a little and from beneath the furry, white sheath, the red, veined, true head came into view. Krysta saw this and gasped with delight and continued to work.

The cock was definitely firming up in her grasp and she could feel herself getting wet all over again, her left paw working fervently at her wet cunny. Before long, she dipped two claws in as per her usual method and couldn't help but make herself climax while she worked the wolf cock. She gasped loudly and suppressed herself from screaming, making an earnest attempt at focusing and giving the wolf cock as much of her attention as she could. She stopped, but only for a moment, to catch her breath, and continued once again. The wolf cock had hardened fully in her grasp and she'd positioned it to be pointing at her now from its position on the counter.

It had not gotten any longer or thicker than the last time she'd checked, but its shiny red head and furred shaft were as hard as a tire iron. She quickly adjusted her grip and stroked in long, but quick movements. The cock pulsed in her grasp and on the underside she felt movement. She looked past the cock and gaped. The scrotum and testicles had doubled in size since the thing had hatched from the egg. She had the distinct feeling that when this thing blew, it'd be a most excellent load. Krysta had no idea how right she was or how much she underestimated what was coming.

As if on cue to her thinking about it, the head of the cock ballooned just beyond her paw's grasp and flared like the end of an overworked trombone. The shiny, red cock head was aimed right at the center of her chest and when the eruption came, she shouted an expletive in surprise. The first shot hit her with the force of a fully pumped water gun and the white, thick wolf cum splattered in an arc from the bottom of her right breast to the top of her left. The collateral damage was impressive too, bits of cum stuck in the fur around her breasts, on her arms and neck as well as audibly hitting the countertop nearby and the floor beneath her feet.

She didn't have long to be impressed by the first shot as the second quickly followed and it painted a line parallel to the first, only higher, with the end of it going up her cheek and into her hair. She laughed delightedly as the whole cock jumped in her fist and proceeded in this manner with three more blasts, each a little higher or lower than the previous hit. Her mind was too busy thinking about all this cum that was soaking her to again consider how it was even possible for the thing to produce this way. Her paw started moving again, accompanying each shot with two or three strokes to coax it out, not that the cock seemed to need it. The first five streams from the cock where intense, but it was what followed that caused Krysta to climax just from being drenched.

She pumped the cock like before, the whole shaft pulsing as more cum raced out of it. It was no longer hitting her in shot-like streams, but rivers of cum. The next stream lasted a good two seconds and carved a path from her belly fur up to her chin. She then aimed the cock towards her face and was rewarded with a three-second stream that plastered her eyes, lashes, and muzzle. The gasp of delight that came forth from that particular cannon blast was interrupted by a slight choking sound as the next stream of cum hit the back of her throat and quickly filled her mouth. She'd started to swallow as another stream hit her mouth and caused it to over flow. To give her mouth a break she aimed down again and continued to drench the rest of her torso and abdomen with cum.

A minute and a half later, the shower was finished and the white wolf, even whiter for her efforts, was coughing a little bit of cum out of her throat that had gotten stuck. She had only a moment to briefly consider its salty, yet pleasant taste, its consistency and slimy, yet really hot feeling on her fur, before there was a loud triple-rap on the front door.