Every Dog Has Their Day
I wake to a dimly lit room, the curtains and blinds barely illuminated by the rising sun's first rays. It's a Sunday, the outside world still asleep in the early morning. I twist my head around on the couch as I hear the faint rustling of sheets and a muted groan from my owner, Vixx, as she rouses herself from slumber. Longing for some company, I rise up from my comfy position in the corner of the couch cushions and step down onto the cool wooden floors.
I shiver and shake my body after all four paws are on the floor. Brr, why do wooden floors have to be so cold at first? After that shake I walk to and down the hall, claws clacking on the hard floor, connecting the living room to the bedrooms in the back of the house. I ignore the doors to my right and left, trotting towards the sliver of light revealed from a crack between the door wall. My steps slow and cease, a scent tickling my nose that has been lingering around the house for a few days now. It seemed fresh and instinctively familiar in my mind.
With my nose twitching, I pad forward once again, tail bouncing with each plant of my paws against the floor. I remember a heated debate Vixx had with a visiting friend, about keeping a Coy-Wolf such as myself in the house. I'm domesticated, second generation, so I have no problem sleeping on the couch and being fed everyday (which probably explains the pudge so well). Vixx always comments I act more like a cat than a canine, which I don't understand, not really important anyway.
Following the scent, I push my nose against the door to crack it open a little farther, enough for my snout to poke through. The scent was definitely stronger in Vixx's room. Pulling my muzzle back, I paw at the door's edge to push it open farther before trotting into the room. My first sight of Vixx made my tail wag from side to side. I push a short 'ruff' out in greeting, catching her attention from where she sat in bed. She has a small smirk plastered on her muzzle, reaching down with her hand for my to bump against with my head and lick her fingers.
"Morning Fox." Yup, my name is Fox, while a Coy-Wolf, maybe that explains the catty nature? Meh, who cares? I stand up on my hind legs, easily matching Vixx in height from where she sat in bed, and propped my front two paws on her mattress. Her hand ruffles my fur around my neck and up to my ears. Oooh, yess, right at the base...just like that; wag wag wag wag wag.
Distracted by her petting I forgot about the strange scent, despite it's very potent accumulation in Vixx's room. She pulls her hand away and I lean forward, trying to lay my head on her loose t-shirt covered chest like she usually likes for me to do when we cuddle on the couch when it is just us in the house. Gently she pushes my head away from her, "Not now Fox, later." I watch her bring up her legs from underneath the sheets and sweep them out to the side to stand up.
Oh, it is quite a potent smell indeed. It's coming from Vixx too. Puzzled, I pushed off from the bed to sit down on my haunches and sniff at her calves and thighs as she crosses to her dresser. Her exposed rear and tail caught my eyes when she stands in front of the dresser mirror and rubs sleep out of her eyes. It was a musky scent, with blood mixed into it. That's odd, she didn't look wounded in any way. She fusses with her mane like hair, her multiple pierced ears laying flat to the side as it didn't cooperate with her the way she wanted. With a grunt of disgust she reaches for her favored accessory, her bandana, that usually sits on the corner of her dresser when not on her head. This morning though, it wasn't there.
Growling quietly in frustration, I watch her search her dresser counter top, it looked messy though so I padded out of the room to check the living room. She was wearing it last night while she drank that foul smelling amber liquid and played with the television. Multiple times I had to hop off the couch so she wouldn't hit me during her rages at the "stupid fuck-offs" she was playing with. Eesh, cold floors again. The bedrooms had carpet in them but, trotting along the wooden hallway floor again made me wish I find the bandanna quickly.
Aha! There it is. Next to a pair of bottles from the previous nights, her bandanna wraps a small tin case that has a rather dank smell to it. Urf, weird substances humanoids use, but Vixx did get cuddly and affectionate with me on the couch afterwards. So I can appreciate it if it makes her happy. Clamping the cloth into my mouth, I trot back to her room and shoulder the door open farther. Seeing Vixx on her hands and knees, looking underneath her bed with her rear facing me, I slow my trot to a walk and pad across the room to poke her rear cheek with my nose.
My cheek and muzzle got a swat from her tail as she flicks it while searching underneath the box spring. "Not now, Fox. I'm looking for something." I set down the bandanna and sit on my haunches, growling at her and pawing at her bare rear (normally she sleeps in the nude, so why the shirt?) "Fox. no. Do you need to go sit in your bed?" I glance to the small circular basket I used when younger. No thanks, its cramped...oh shit, there's that squeaky toy I was looking for a few days ago; focus Fox, focus.
The smell got to me again, drawing my nose and gaze to between Vixx's legs. Leaving the bandanna on the floor where I set it down, I pad closer to Vixx and tilt my head to sniff the inside of her thighs down to between her knees and back up to her lips. The smell was incredibly strong here, the scent of blood clings to her as well, yet there are no visible signs of it. Another whack from her tail greets my cheek and I pull my head away and scramble back to her bandanna, which I pick up in my mouth again as she sits up and gives me a glare of frustration. I tilt my head and give her the best look of cute confusion so I wouldn't be sent to my bed. (Seriously, it gets uncomfortable. I much prefer the couch.)
I don't know if it was the look or the fact that I found her bandanna. "Fox, did you have it this whole time?" She asks; my response was a justified whine of confusion. No, I found it in the living room. She steps forward, still on her knees, and takes the bandanna from my mouth with no resistance from me. She smiles as she wraps it the way she wants before tying it around her head to tame the unruly mane of hair from a night of slumber. "Thank you Fox." She says before petting me on the head and rubbing behind an ear. Getting to her feet and walking to her dresser, I watch as she prods her abdomen and huffs indignantly. "Hate this time of the month..."
This time of the month? It's the ...uhm, second week? I get to my feet and follow Vixx to her closet where, I watch her part the shutter doors and looks at the assortment of laundry put away on some shelves and hanging up. While she chose some clothes, I resumed sniffing her thighs and now brought my attention to her rear. Maybe she didn't mind this time, but no tail whips against my face this time. I didn't see Vixx twist around to see what I was doing. I was enraptured with this scent that played havoc with my instincts. The curve of her rump I prod and lick, which she wiggles her hips for.
"Fox~" Vixx drew out my name to get my attention. "Are you being a horn-wolf?"
Horn-wolf? What kind of breed was that? I pulled my muzzle away from her thighs and rear, expecting to be sent to my bed. Instead, Vixx turns around and kneels down to plant a kiss on my nose, which I replied with a lick to her chin. She reaches underneath my body, causing my tail to wag as I'm expecting a belly rub. Instead, I chuff, feeling Vixx wrap her hand around my sheath and stroke towards my fuzzy scrotum. I part my jaws and flick out my tongue to catch her on the muzzle and lips. She gives me a and toothy smile and reaches up with her free hand to squeeze and rub the base at one of my ears while stroking me at the same time. "Mhh, perhaps I was too short with you this morning. Does Fox want to play with his wolf this morning?" Uhh, duh? I'd play with her any time of day. Weird, did I start salivating when she said play? I dance on my paws with an excited wruff and yip, causing Vixx to smile and plant a kiss on my head after taking hold of it in her hands. "Yeah, you're such a horn-wolf."
She turns around stands, heading towards her bed with me quickly following, hopping up on my hind legs and pawing at her. "Such an eager boy," she muses, sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs. I catch sight of her clitoral piercing, the shiny silver metal barbell catching Vixx's ceiling light just right when she leans back. "Sit." She orders, which I do, still moving though as I wag my tail wildly from side to side. Vixx brings her hand between her thighs, rubbing either side of her bared nether lips. This was torturous to wait on; I watch as she rubs herself in a circular motion really slow. I edge closer, reaching forward with my neck to try and lick her lips while she rubs herself.
Vixx gently pushes my muzzle away, my tongue flicking and wrapping around her fingers in protesting licks. "Not yet Fox." My instincts are incredibly confused right now. I obey, sitting at the bed's edge, between Vixx's legs, watching as she rubs that small piercing in her hood and lies back on the bed where her other paw slides up her body, under her shirt, where whatever she did causes her to inhale deeply and wiggle around slightly.
Vixx kept at this for a good while, for which I kept trying to nuzzle and lick her lips when I could. Continuing to be denied at first, it wasn't until I heard the slick parting of her lips from a roaming finger from her hand. The smell of a fresh discharge brought me to my feet, inserting my muzzle between her thighs again. I expected to be pushed away, instead Vixx rubbed my ears and coos softly. "Good boy Fox, come and taste it." She sits up, resting on an arm to watch me. Not wanting to disappoint, I nosed at her lips, sniffing her arousal and the multiple scents that accompanied it.
The first of my probing licks soon brought her taste to my palette. Slightly bitter, with a hint of a metallic substance. Vixx kept rubbing my ears, using both of her hands to do that and place her fingers on either side of her puffier looking lips and spreading them open. What divine entity blessed me today with this treat? I plunge my tongue into her offered sex hungrily, wet smacks of my broad tongue filling the room as I "prepped" her body for my entry, hopefully, soon. Her bitter and metallic taste filled my mouth, not in an unpleasant way, as she panted and bit her lower lip while trying to control her body from writhing. "G-good boy F-fox..." she praises in a shaking voice. She let my tongue part her lips now as she rubs her piercing and exposed nub quickly.
Laying on her side at this point, one leg propped up on the bed with the other hanging off she shudders, whimpering as a thicker discharge met my tongue, sweeter than her previous taste. Tail wagging I mount the bed by placing my front paws on it and leaning my head further into her groin, twisting it from side to side to try and get my tongue deeper inside of her. Bitter sweet and metallic, her body was "prepped" just how her feral counterpart might be...now if she would just roll over. Maybe Vixx had that in mind as well. She suddenly pushes my head away from her, a tremble in her arm as I return to the floor. She's breathing heavily, her scent permeating the air heavily as she slides off the edge of the bed and turns around, offering her rear to me.
No words were needed as she rests her body on the bed, an arm supporting her chin. Being given my opportunity, I almost jump on top of her rear, mounting her eagerly. Having been teased and told to wait, I very quickly start humping, poking and prodding her rear and lips with my tip, not quite at the right angle to seat myself between her vulva and tunnel. Vixx fixes this by reaching underneath herself and guides my thrusting pole to the right spot. My tip penetrates between her piping moistened lips. With a quick thrust my baculum, the penile bone, extends the remainder of my proportionate length into place as soon as I first felt inside of her. Vixx moans loudly as my instinct takes over, front paws wrapping around her curvy hips and pulling her back into my body. My chest rests against her back, head off to the side, and hips pounding into her luscious rump while sopping wet smacks and squelches just added to the perverse affair happening between us.
Vixx trained me to take it slower, instead of the normal canine hump, squirt, knot, and done routine. This morning she is going to have to forgive me, for her fertile scent and teasing is driving me absolute bonkers for her. Unknowingly I hike one of my legs up while humping, getting ready to swing my leg over. My first "wave" of cum was releasing soon after I entered her. The males contribution to help the penis glide in and out of the female's body after the licking I give her. My second wave of cum, the largest in terms of volume, quickly arrived after a little bit. Vixx responds well feeling my climax, gripping the bed sheets as her breath stutters and her body jerks. It was now I realize that her paw is still below. Climaxing into Vixx, I hike my leg up and over, blood filling my embedded knot and tying us together properly. Balls to pussy, I felt her fingers brush against me as she stimulates her pierced clit. Having been lost in my own sexual fog, I can only imagine how she must feel.
Being inside of Vixx, I became acutely aware of her bodies actions. Her tunnel grips and squeezes, milking me essentially. I would never complain though, not that I could. The third and final wave of cum is releasing at this moment, adding to give her the fullest feeling my body can gift. I pant, quite happy with this very enjoyable union between Vixx and I while waiting for our tie to end.
Vixx's own climaxes ebbed off, leaving the wolfess resting against her bed , unable to turn around like I am unable to. After what I can only guess is close to twenty minutes, I feel my knot disengorge with blood and I pull free with a quite loud 'shlick'. Immediately I turn around and lash my tongue against her filled sex, cleaning her and pushing any seed pulled out from my withdrawing member back into her tunnel for the best chances of conception. (I'm not sure she would bare a litter from this but, I'm just going off instincts here). My tongue against her sex once again makes Vixx twitch and shudder while she pushes against the bed to weakly stand up. Her tail wags slowly, fatigue perhaps from the copulating. She pats the mattress and sheets, a nonverbal command I recognize, so I hop up onto the bed. Vixx smiles and climbs onto the bed before lying down on her back. She grabs my hips and positions me above her head, to my confusion, which quickly cleared up as she took my length into her muzzle, licking and sucking my member clean. It wasn't something a feral female would do, but Vixx enjoys cleaning me after we play.
When she releases my member with a sucking pop, I lay down beside her with my head placed upon her chest, feeling my member retract into the sheath as the cool air hit the wet flesh. Vixx starts to rub my ears, laying back after pulling pillows up behind her head. It was the perfect way to start the day, a thought creeps into my mind, making me wag my tail. Perhaps it would be a perfect way to end the day too.