Majorra and the Wolves
A short story made, after speaking to the wolf, comments are welcome.
Majorra's rump was settled upon the fence, her scruffy wolf tail swishing idly behind her. Majorra's hand tilted the rim of her cowboy hat, the sun setting and the sheep idly grazing upon the rolling hills of green. Majorra's gloved hands push off against the wooden fence, her spurred boots landing upon the grass. Majorra's snout pointed itself upward, a short whistle let loose amongst the fields.
Several wolf-like hounds bound through the fields, encircling the sheep and barking. The sheep move towards the barn, by the smith's house. Majorra's gaze drifts towards the sheep, then the hounds. Several gathered about her, wagging their tales, as she bends downward. Her gloved hands ruffle a hound's ears, before she looks about, "Wait, where's Harry?" Her gaze drifts towards the hounds, before she stands up and walks towards the fields. Passing a few stray sheep, Majorra's hand tilts the cowboy hat upward, "Is that? Harry! Harry!"
Harry's paws placed themselves on a stray sheep's rump, its hind legs wobbling forward, as its tapered cock bounced to the left, then to the right. Harry's tongue lay outside of his mouth, as he turned to look towards Majorra, his hips thrusting against the sheep's wool. Majorra's eyes linger upon the hound's form, as her boots carried her form towards the hound, "Hey, leave that poor sheep alone, Harry!"
Harry pushes off of the sheep's rump as the sheep continues to chew the grass around it. Harry's hind leg lifts upward, as his tongue draws itself along the tapered cock. Majorra's cheeks redden, as her gaze drifts towards the sheep and then the smithy's house. Her gaze lingers there, until her gloved hand holds the hound's tail still, "I'm sure the boss wouldn't want his hounds in this kinda state.." Majorra's knee presses itself agaist the grass, as her head shifts under the hound's form. Her tongue sticks outward, once, then again, coming close to the tapered tip, "That poor sheep, I gotta save it.." Majorra's snout pulls into a smile, her lips pursing and her right hand pushing down on the hound's flank.
The tapered tip slips past Majorra's lips, as her gaze closes, partially. Pushing her lips against the reddened length, Majorra's tail wags rapidly along the grass. The hound's form breathed evenly, as his tail was free to wag, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Majorra's free hand lifted the hound's leg, as her form rotates to lay itself between the hound's hind legs. Majorra's hands pushed down on the hound's flank, as her snout pushes upward. Majorra's lips met the hound's sack, her long tongue sliding underneath it and pushing up against it, once, then twice.
Majorra's gaze closes, as her snout pulls back partially. Majorra's lips close and push about the middle of the hound's cock, her mouth soon pulling against the middle in a suckling motion. Majorra's lips draw themselves from the hound's cock, her long tongue licking upwards against the tapered tip, "Tel un bon garçon.." The hound's tongue withdrew into its mouth, drool falling onto the grass below.
Majorra's form slides from underneath the hound's, her left hand lifting the hound's hind leg. Majorra's gaze drifts downward, her hands moving to unbuckle her chaps. Majorra's thumbs slide underneath the fabric, pushing it downward, her tail springing upward and wagging. Majorra's eyebrows move upwards, twice, as her hands pull the chaps downward, revealing her rump, "Bon garçon..grand garçon.." Majorra's hands touched the grass, and her form placed its knees upon it. Majorra's rump shakes, to and fro, before the hound's form circles her's. His snout places its wet nose upon her sex, as his long tongue licks idly there. Majorra's form shudders, lightly, before the hound jumps upward, his paws pushing into Majorra's shirt.
His hind legs hobble forward, as his hips jab forward. The tapered cock collides into Majorra's rump cheeks several times, leaving sticky fur. Brushing against the underside of Majorra's sex, Majorra's rump lowers, "Little higher, hou-ahh!" Majorra's teeth clench, as her gaze closes partially. The hound's tapered cock slaps itself into the wolfess's rump, and his hips quickly collide into the wolfess's rump cheeks. The hound's tongue lolls outward, as its gaze drifts towards the grass.
Majorra's gloved hands grasp the grass below, "Shhh-it-ittt.." The hound's knot slowly forms, pushing in and pulling itself out of Majorra's rump. It finally settles inward, as the tapered cock flexes, its seed being released into Majorra's rump. Majorra's chest lifts and falls heavily, her snout pulling back in a soft smile. The hound's form lay upon Majorra's, until it slowly tilted to the right, its hind leg lifting upward.
Majorra's eyes open, then close, "Ah fuck!" The hound and Majorra's form fall to the right, as the hound's knot slowly pushes Majorra's rump aside, slipping out. The tapered tip escapes Majorra's rump, and the hound lands upon its feet, his head moving to lick at his tapered cock. Majorra's form lay upon the grass, as cum slowly escapes her rump, pooling itself around her chaps.