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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any other person's, real or fictional, may or may not be a coincidence because I probably don't give a damn. But it's original work, so don't steal it. I mean, I'm not sure why you would, but you'll look like a pretty big fool if you get caught trying to take credit for some mediocre smut story that you didn't even write. Speaking of smut, there's a lot of it. Anthropomorphic characters engaging in kinky acts of domination, submission, and light sadomasochism are ahead, read on if that's your cup of tea and consider turning back if you're still trying to figure out what 'anthropomorphic' and 'sadomasochism' mean.

So, I've actually gotten around to writing a new story! This is a sequel to my previous story, Selfish. Selfish was originally my less-than-subtle way of flirting with a certain wolf I had just met (Sigmund Hvittan) who has since become one of my closest real-life friends! So I decided that a sequel--based VERY closely on true events, winkwinknudgenudge--was in order! I think my writing's improved a bit since then (this one's way fucking longer at least, that COULD be a good sign). It's not necessary to have read the prequel first, this is still just standalone smutty stuff and you'll get the gist of what happened in the last story in the first few paragraphs. However, if you haven't read the prequel and want to hit that up first, go check it out now!

Edit: I have no idea why the text in certain paragraphs is showing up darker than the text in others. I've tried to fix it several times with no luck--the version I pasted does not have this problem and I've tried changing the text color via sofurry, too.

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And so, our couple found their flames of passion sparked, years after their previous rendezvous. But time had not left them unchanged. Uphir, the soft, submissive Russian silver found in himself the spirit of a strong-willed, gray-headed flying fox. And what of Sigmund, the big bad black wolf who held the dominant role in their last encounter? It seems many things have changed...

The sun had just set when Uphir arrived at the backdoor to his house, smiling as it came into sight at long last. Around his left wrist was one end of a slim, black leash, draped over his shoulder.

And just behind him on the other end of the leash stood the tall, black wolf, Sigmund, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

A late-night, romantic interlude was nothing new between the two--and yet still, Sigmund felt uneasy. Because this time--for only the second time in their history--he would not be on top. This time, he had willingly surrendered control. It wasn't that he didn't trust Uphir, or that he had never been in the submissive position before. But something about being on the leash of a person who had only been his sub in the past--and who he knew to have one of the biggest, strongest, kinkiest sex-drives in history--had his heart fluttering.

Maybe it was because they knew each other so well that he was nervous. You see, a normal master leading a pet for the first time would be _extremely_cautious. He would have to get to know the pet, explore their mutual kinks, learn his pet's pain tolerance, and generally take it slow. This master, on the other hand, knew far too much about him already. This master knew every kink and desire that entered his thoughts whenever his cock entered his paw late at night.

A normal master would have been inviting the puppy in. This master was, instead, turned around and facing his pet with a smirk.

"Well, go on, pup!" Uphir ordered as he unclipped the leash, drawing a cocked head from his companion. "Oh come on, you should know. What did we say you were going to be when we were behind closed doors today?" he said, locking eyes with the wolf.

"Y-your puppy, sir!"

"And what don't puppies wear, Sigmund?" he asked, lips turning to a grin.

"Oh, ah... Y-yes sir..." the wolf stuttered out, nervously scanning the houses around him. While dark, it wasn't very late, and it certainly wasn't out of the question that stripping now would expose him to the wandering eye of some lucky neighbor. But with a shaky paw, he began to undress, peeling his shirt over his head.

Moments later, the black wolf stood there, naked as the day he was born other than the collar locked around his neck and a harness around his torso, his sheath already beginning to fill at the thrill of public exposure and promise of events to come.

"Good boy. Come!" ordered Uphir, unlocking the door and entering the house.

"Yes sir," the wolf replied, scampering into the house. "Oh, sir, would you like me to--"

The wolf was met only with a finger to the lips and an aggressive kiss--a dance of lips and tongues filled with need and desire that pressed his body back against the door. Upon breaking the kiss, his master walked to the couch and sat down while the wolf caught his breath, gesturing to his own lap for the wolf to lay down.

"Yes sir!" Sigmund said, excited to curl into his master's lap and receive some attention. He laid down and nuzzled his master, his naked body a stark contrast to the bat's fully-clothed one.

Uphir immediately scratched behind his pets ears, causing the canine below him to nuzzle further into his lap to meet the hand. "So, sir... What will we--" he started again, but was met with another finger to the lips again.

"Shhh. No more words, pup. None."

The wolf's eyes went wide and he responded with a playful whine and a nod, knowing immediately what that meant. Taking away his words didn't take a ballgag or a hood or a hand around his throat--just a simple command from his master. This command didn't mean he would be 'losing' his voice. The wolf and the bat knew each other well, words were convenient but ultimately unnecessary for a night like this. No, what his master had ordered him to do was not to surrender something, but to embrace something. To embrace his feral side. To use his body and the guttural language of his spirit to express himself and his submission instead.

It was also well-suited to the bat's desires. To express the act of submission, the creaks and grumblings of standard language are such an ugly thing compared to the animal language they both knew so well. Without even a glance, his hands immediately began to wander over the exposed body of his pet. Claws ruffling fur and tracing the lines of his body. Cheek. Lips. Collarbone. Chest. As if trying to memorize his lover's body through touch alone. And the wolf's body responded in kind to his touch, nuzzling his master's hands as they ascended and tilting his head back as they glided down his neck. All the while letting out little soft yips and moans to express his contentment at receiving his master's touch.

The roaming touches began to slowly, steadily descend lower, fingertips gliding across the wolf's hips and teasing their way towards his groin. Still, for now the bat's hand was only teasing--threatening to make the jump to his groin without yet delivering on its promise, the wolf's breath catching in his throat each time the hand drew lower. Slowly, though, his nerves died down, and he relaxed into his master's gentle, explorative touches.

Yet still, when the hand finally trailed down and gripped his growing erection, the wolf let out a needy moan as his desire grew with it.

His master, however, was in no hurry to move to the main event. He motioned for his pet to turn around and 'present himself,' and the wolf complied, laying back with his groin exposed to his master and his arms tucked submissively. The bat continued his exploration of the wolf's body, continuing to tease the cock presented to him and extending his touches down further still, kneading the wolf's rear and teasing his tailhole. Sigmund was nearly at full-mast now, his impressive length throbbing against his stomach.

All the while the various sounds of desire, submission, and need fueled the bat's own, his erection growing steadily in his pants. His own hunger was growing, suppressed for now but steadily increasing in a way that was sure to eventually overflow. His first priority was to draw his submissive fully out of his shell and make him feel both safe and desirable. He would save his desire to ravage the lovely body below him for a more appropriate time in the future when his pet was prepared for such attention.

For now, though... He clipped a leash to his pet's collar, drawing a yip from his pet with a sharp tug to pull him off the couch. Initially, his pet began to stand, but another sharp tug towards the floor got the message across. The wolf would not be afforded the luxuries of his bipedal existence today. His master lead him on all fours to the bed and then pulled onto it, stomach down and legs hanging off.

The bat immediately set himself to work, pulling pre-tied restraints from the bedposts and drawers. Each new restraint drew a squirm or a whine from his steadily-more-immobile pet. His ankles were cuffed to the bedposts. A spreader bar was placed between his legs. Handcuffs secured his hands behind him. And finally, Uphir walked around the bed and brought three things: A blindfold, a rope dog toy, and a tiny crop, the last of which caused the wolf's eyes to go wide with fear. A big crop may seem like it would be more intimidating, but the wolf knew that this little crop was intended not for his ass--but instead, the poor, delicate orbs that hung heavy and exposed underneath him.

The bat smiled at the wolf menacingly, enjoying the look of fear before his expression softened. "Don't worry, pup," he said with a chuckle and a smile, placing the rope toy in his pets mouth. "All you have to do if you don't want your balls whipped is keep this in your mouth. Got it?" The wolf whined and let out several short, rapid nods, the prospect of a whip approaching his sensitive orbs being a truly terrifying one. Finally, a blindfold was tied around his eyes, his body fully surrendered to the sounds and sensations in store for him.

"Go ahead, test your bindings," Uphir teased as he began to caress his pet's rear, smiling as the wolf obliged and momentarily thrashed and squirmed, attempting to break free of his bondage. Upon realization that he was well and truly bound, his body slumped, he let out another whine... And his cock throbbed below him, arousal overtaking him as he realized with both nervousness and anticipation that he was truly at the mercy of his master now.

Uphir simply smiled again, groping and squeezing his pets rear. Then he pulled out one last binding--a small piece of twine... And tied his pet's tail up to his collar, his ass now exposed as his tail was forced to stay in a submissive, raised position. Then he pulled out a paddle and touched it to his pet's ass--bringing out yet another whine. He rubbed the paddle against his pet's cheeks a few times, and then drew it back dramatically, causing the body beneath him to tense in fear...

Only to relax as what came down on his ass was not a vicious strike, but a gentle pat. And another. Then a light, but sharp smack... Then a little rub to his rear... And another pat. The wolf relaxed and wiggled his rear as he received not a painful paddling, but instead more of a gentle massage with the occasional playful spank, as alternating smacks, pats, and rubs teased his cheeks. There was no real pain, though he still occasionally gave a little jump, as his master did everything to keep him knowing what was coming. There was no predictability to the order or timing. No way for the wolf to know which blow would give him a light little sting and which would just turn into a massage. Sometimes there would be a few sharp smacks in a row. Sometimes he would alternate cheeks, sometimes he would stay on the same. Sometimes he would smack across them both.

This continued for about fifteen minutes. The impacts slowly increased in intensity, though still there wasn't much pain as they increased in time with the wolf's acclimation to them. By the end, the wolf was receiving rhythmic, moderate blows with the paddle across his cheeks, each impact punctuated with a soft moan as it sent an familiar little twinge of arousal through the wolf's body--and straight to the twitching, needy cock hanging below. Beneath his fur, his cheeks were bright red and warm to the touch, blood drawn to the surface of his skin (and indeed, the cheeks on his face were red with blush to match.)

Then it all stopped.

For a short time, there was nothing. The wolf squrimed a bit with perked ears, listening intently for some clue of what was about to come. They would fail to warn him in time, though, as before he could register the loud, slicing "SWISH!" of a cane he was already yipping in pain at the sharp line of pain across his cheeks.

"Poor, poor thing... Big strong wolf and his big, hard cock, tied up and at my mercy..." The wolf whined again, his cock indeed throbbing in response to the pain. The bat caressed his pet's rear with the cane, granting him a momentary retrieve as the wooden implement stroked through his pet's fur and massaged his rear...

"THWACK!" Another line, crossing over the first on his left cheek. Another yip.

"Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!" Three more before the wolf could even catch his breath, a wail of pain and pleasure escaping from behind the rope toy clutched firmly in his mouth. The blows kept coming. Sometimes in pairs. Sometimes three. Sometimes he would tense up as he heard the cane cut the air only to have it tap his ass lightly, then have his tension broken with a swift, hard blow break his tension before he could brace again. His master was relentless, giving him no way to anticipate the strength, quantity, timing, or placement of the next lash.

Eventually he pulled his ass as far away as possible, though he learned that was a mistake. His sensitive cock was grabbed firmly and pulled back as if to tie with a bitch, only to be have its sensitive underside tapped sharply with the cane. "Nonono. Bad puppy. Back arched, ass out." He popped his pup just above the tail for emphasis. "I wouldn't want to have to start whipping something else instead..." The wolf yipped in fear and nodded rapidly again, immediately presenting his ass for further whipping, terrified of his cock receiving the same treatment.

The blows resumed, drawing cries of pain and pleasure from behind the toy still held tightly in the wolf's mouth. He quickly gave up on trying to anticipate the blows, resigning himself to whining and squirming against his bonds as they rained down on his bottom, welts raising beneath his fur where the wicked red lines of his whippings crossed. By the time the blows stopped only a couple of minutes later, the wolf was a panting, sweaty, moaning, whining mess, with only fear of punishment keeping his back arched weakly towards his master.. His body rocked with his heavy breaths as he squirmed in pain--though beneath him, his erect, leaking shaft betrayed his arousal.

The bat quickly unclasped the various restraints holding his submissive in place, pulling the wolf into his arms. "Good boy... Such a good boy... Shhhh, shhhh..." the bat spoke softly, removing the rope toy and silencing the remaining cries from the trembling wolf with some sweet nothings and a tender embrace from his Master. He then rolled the wolf over and took his place on top, one hand continuing to stroke the wolf softly while the other snaked its way between their bodies, pressing their arousal together and stroking gently, slowly drawing some soft moans of pleasure from his pet.

"You took it so well, pup, and your master is so, so proud of you... I want you to flip over onto your knees so I can give you a little reward, my wonderful pup..." The wolf smiled and blushed, flipping over to once again present his ass to his master, though this time without bindings.

"Remember, no words, pup," said the bat, groping his pet's tender cheeks once again. Having been successful at that task so far, the wolf began to let out a confused noise, only to have it turn into a high-pitched yelp of shock and pleasure as he felt a tongue press to his backdoor.

The bat wasted no time, lavishing oral affection onto the hole presented to him as he snaked a hand between his puppy's legs to resume stroking his needy shaft. Immediately the wolf's arms failed him, the pup's face mashing into the pillows as he arched his back towards the pleasure he was receiving. The yips of pain and shock before were replaced this time with moans and yelps of pleasure as the bat tongued his hole mercilessly, no doubt massaging and slickening it for what was soon to come.

The wolf had never been rimmed before. His sensitive tailhole was previously a point of embarrassment that he had only just recently begun to embrace. The bat knew this, and took full advantage of it. He used everything from light, tip-of-the-tongue flicks around his rim to deep, penetrating strokes with his tongue. His hands wandered, massaging the wolf's welted cheeks and teasing the tip of his throbbing cock.

The bat pulled back from his sub for just a moment's break, the wolf still panting in the brief afterglow of pleasure as Uphir found the toy he was looking for. Still blindfolded, Sigmund could only whine when he felt the familiar slick feel of lubricant being applied to his tailhole, followed immediately by a tapered toy pressing slowly into his ass, stretching him.

The bat had grabbed a plug, but not to leave in his pet. This plug was far too large for the tight hole of the wolf below him--but it was very forgivingly tapered, and would do an excellent job at stretching his pet out. He knew it would be unlikely that his pet would be able to take him tonight--because while his own shaft was moderately sized, the wolf's backdoor had gone untouched for quite some time and would need to be re-trained. They would try later, but he was more than willing to wait and help his pet stretch in the meantime. And, of course, the arousing soundtrack of whines and moans coming from the wolf as his hole stretches is always a plus.

"Good boy..." Uphir praised as more and more of the top slipped into his pets tail. "Relax... Relax that tight little hole for me so that I can claim your ass someday soon..." The plug was about halfway in now, which seemed to be the limit for the night, as increased resistance signaled to the bat that his pet's ass was stretched to its capacity.

"Even further than last time, puppy, excellent job... Mph, you might be ready for me pretty soon here." He reached up and untied the blindfold still wrapped around the wolf's head, granting sight back to his pet, then rolled his pet over onto his back, pulling his pets legs to the edge of the bed before standing between them. Then he gripped the wolf's shaft with a still-lubed hand and began to slowly, torturously tease it, his own member grinding into the wolf's cheeks and teasing his tailhole with promises of things to come.

"Good puppy... Let's see how you do tonight. Remember, no rushing, I don't want you hurting yourself!" he chided, fondly remembering his pet's overzealous first attempt to take his cock. Sigmund moved his head down submissively and nodded as his master's cock pressed against his tailhole, teasing his entrance.

As promised, Uphir took it extremely slowly, prodding the wolf's tailhole with his cocktip and teasing the wolf's cock to pass the time. Soon the tip slipped in, slowly parting the tight ring of muscle attempting to prevent his entry. "Good boy, puppy... Remember, relax, there's no..." He started, but was interrupted as his pup wrapped his legs around his Master's waist and used his the bat's shoulders to pull himself up and stare into his master's eyes.

"Puppy, remember last time, you need to be carefu-" he started, before letting out a guttural moan of his own as the wolf used his legs to pull the full length of his master's cock inside of him, gripping his master close and whimpering as his tailhole stretched to accommodate the penetration.

"Ohh, fuck, so fucking tight... Are you okay, puppy?" he asked. Sigmund was clearly whimpering in some combination of pain and pleasure, but nodded, grinding himself lightly on the cock inside him as he adjusted to the insertion. "Fuck... You wonderful, sexy little bitch of a wolf..." the bat moaned, before grabbing the wolf by the back of the neck and dragging him into a passionate kiss, moving his hips to match his pet's desperate motions. "Bark once if you want me to pull out. Think it through and be honest. Because if you bark twice, I'm going to wrap your legs back around my waist and make you my bitch in every position I can think of."

Even while blushing, the wolf managed to muster up a flirtatious smile. "Arf.." One bark... And his legs wrapped back around his master's waist.

"Arf."

The bat immediately thrust back to the hilt in his pet, falling into a rhythm. He knew he couldn't go fast just yet--but he intended to claim his puppy tonight. And that left his only choice to be hard, deep thrusts, pulling out to just the tip before slamming home each time, the loudest noises of the night escaping his pet as he yipped, moans, barked, and whined in pain and pleasure with each thrust.

Soon the wolf found himself pushed back onto the bed, his master climbing atop him to fold his legs back, letting gravity help him slam his points home to his pet as he was penetrated again. The pain was fading now, allowing the bat to pick up the pace. He slammed his cock into his pet faster and faster, increasing the pace every few dozen strokes.

It wasn't pure fucking, but it wasn't pure lovemaking. It was somewhere in the beautiful in-between. A balancing act between the gentle joining of two lovers and the feral pounding of one animal onto another. The bat's hand would carress the wolf's body... Then pin him to the body by his throat. He'd grab a fistful of the wolf's hair and pull his head up roughly... Just so he could stare into the wolf's eyes and steal a passionate kiss. All the while his motions pressed his length against the wolf's sweet spot while his body slapped into Sigmund's tender, abused rear with every thrust.

Then he pulled out without warning, leaving the wolf to whine in emptiness--but only for a moment, as he was flipped over, and pulled up onto his knees before the bat's cock slammed back into him and drawing out another wailing moan. Uphir hilted himself and pulled the wolf back by his collar, choking him and grinding into the wolf."Mmf, fuck puppy. Never heard you make noises like this, you really DO sound like a bitch as soon as you get a cock inside of you."

Sigmund growled in protest at the comment, only to yip again as his master thrust hard enough to slam the wolf out of doggystyle, his stomach pressed to the bed as his master began slamming into his ass full-force, spanking the wolf's cheeks roughly between thrusts.

"What was that, pup?" SMACK.

"Going to pretend you don't like being my bitch?" SMACK

"Going to pretend you don't like being my little fuck-puppy? Going to pretend you're not grinding your tailhole back against me like a slutty little dog in heat?" SMACK

Sigmund could only bark pathetically in response, the pleasure too great for him to do any more than moan and whine even were he allowed to speak. The bat slid up slightly and continued his brutal pounding, angling to grind into the wolf's prostate with each and every thrust.

"Arf arf! Arf arf!" Sigmund barked out loudly between moans, and Uphir didn't need words to know what his puppy was trying to tell him. He pulled the wolf's head up by his hair and brought his hand up to slap the wolf's face.

"Aww, you going to cum puppy?" SMACK

"You know, big strong alpha dogs don't cum from getting fucked in the ass, pup." SMACK

"The only dogs that do that are horny.." SMACK

"Slutty..." SMACK

"Little..." SMACK

"Bitches..." SMACK

"Arf... Arf... Arf... ArfarfarfAAARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," the wolf howled as his cock twitched to life beneath him and began painting his master's sheets in thick ropes of sticky cum, the bat gripping his tail and neck possessively while continuing to thrust.

"You know you're going to have to clean up your mess, right puppy?" Uphir teased even as the wolf's cock still expelled the last of it's load. With a mighty heave, he dragged the still-spasming wolf down the bed and slammed the wolf's face into the puddle of cum he had left there, the wolf collapsing stomach-first onto the bed in exhaustion even as Uphir lined his cock back up for more. "Clean it up, bitch." SMACK

Far beyond the ability to protest or disobey, the wolf obediently licked up his mess as his tailhole continued to be pounded and his cock continued to twitch. He shuddered and whined and whimpered and squirmed in oversensitivity as the rough fucking continued. But, mercifully, the sight of the wolf licking up a puddle of his own cum was the last bit the bat needed. He pinned the wolf to the bed by the wrists and drew back one last time, uttering only a single word to his pet...

" Mine."

And he rammed his cock home with every ounce of strength he had left. The wolf could feel every twitch as his master filled the whining pup up with a full load hot, sticky seed.

After the last of his seed was spilled and the adrenaline began to wear off, Uphir finally let himself down onto the bed his cock sliding out with one last whimper from the wolf as he pulled his pet onto his side, spooning up against his pet's back and petting him lovingly. Sigmund felt well and truly claimed, with cum dripping from his ass and the taste of his own cum still on his tongue, his face pressed into the remaining mess on the bed.

Uphir, on the other hand, felt nothing but pride. Because teasing aside, he was proud to have the privilege of 'owning' such a strong, wonderful, loving pet... And it's hard to match the satisfaction of taking such a pet and ravaging his body until you both collapse.

There would surely be more to their night. Uphir fully intended to provide his lovely pet with plenty of aftercare--a massage, a hot bath, some cream on his ass, and maybe some numbing cream for the poor pup's tailhole. And Sigmund fully intended to service his master with some drinks, cuddling, companionship, and maybe a round two (though not in his tailhole this time, that's for sure!) But for now, the moment was perfect as it was. It was time for sleep, as Sigmund used the last of his energy to snuggle into his master's embrace as he dozed off to sleep.

And smiling at the relaxing sight of a satisfied partner drifting to sleep, Uphir closed his eyes to follow his pet into dreamland.