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Animal Momentum

By Laz Briar

Applewood Park was likely one of the last places where the encroaching hands of tireless enterprise industry had not yet touched. Quaint and out of the way, a good ten or so miles from home, it was a cascade of unchecked nature, rough park trails, and tall, old trees. Hux was sure, in the coming years, the likes of Kervesky Energy and Utilities would set their sights on so much untapped land and begin grinding away at the landscape, if only to put up more boxy, cement fabrications and breeding, surveilling wires and cameras.

But every so often Hux got out here. And, given his new company, the need felt pretty damn dire. Jakkie and Glenn were settlin’ in okay. The “Crowley Crew” was doin’ their best to make good out of a rough ‘sitch. The gals were still jobless and frankly Hux didn’t know if his stepwolf sisters were gonna’ be in the market anytime soon, not that he imported that demand upon them. His first concern was their safety and stability. Unfortunately, maintaining that stability had some challenges.

He leaned back on one of the park’s elder trees, some red barked beast likely older than the town itself. He thumbed through his phone, took a drag of his boxmod vape and thought about the future. Did it a lot, really. About what he really wanted to do, if a shift lead position at Dugout Donuts was gonna’ be it. Wasn’t his first choice, not by a long shot. And in his contemplations he looked for other towns, other burgs not too far off from Applewood. His searches often tracked right back to a quaint little burg called Shady Vale, a once prosperous lumber town now on its last legs – or so the rumor was.

But it was small in terms of heavy handed industry. Had a lot of space, space he really needed. More specifically, the girls. That was the primary reason they were out here. Like walkin’ a dog, if that dog was a big fuck-off figure of roughly eight feet wearing muscle and tank-crushin’ curves. At heart, Jakkie and Gwenn were wolves and that genetic history meant they had to get loose, had to get wild. Thus far they expressed this aggression through, well, bed-snapping fuckin’. Already had to replace a couch. Hux was worried that lingering too long in a small two-two apartment was bad for them (because it was), so the best he could do, for now, was treat them to the outside, in a place untouched and unbothered by people.

As he leaned back in the tree, his mind wandered with romanticized possibilities. What would he even do out in Shady Vale? He had robust – though unwanted – experience in the service industry and managing people. He had proximity knowledge of numbers, coffee, pastries, the fast and easy shit. He thought, perhaps, to leverage that somehow. Into what? Like, a small local business? Shit was risky and untenable. Still, he allowed himself to linger on the idea, managing a little coffee shop with his sisters in hand. Yeah, yeah, wasn’t that the dream – every off-the-cuff young person with a sprawl of tattoos servin’ locally grown coffee or something. But hey, he’d call his own shots, and it would give the girls some healthy structure.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, taking one last hit. His ears caught the rough sound of Jakkie’s husky voice.

“Heeey! Fucko! What’cha doin’ up there!?”

Underneath the sprawling arms of the great red Hux leaned on, he was overlooking a beaten trail down a small, sloping hill. The girls wandered off, or so he figured, and he must’ve been thinking a lot longer than he figured.

Below him Jakkie had her arms on wide hips, giving him one of those wolfish smirks. “Stop lookin’ at wolftits and geddown’ here!”

Hux Crowley stretched and rotated his neck. “In a sec. Where’s Gwenn?”

He felt his pocket buzz. With an annoyed grunt, Hux yanked out the phone again, paranoid it might be a groupchat message from work.

. . .nooo, not exactly.

“Aw, Gwenn, come on!” he snorted with a dry laugh.

Gwenn, the khaki-coat wolfess and sent him a sordid pic of her gigantic ass shoved in front of her smartphone camera, one hand parting her cheeks to hint at her holes. Real nice “contrast” to the quaint nature around them.

Jakkie snickered, getting an idea based on Hux’s reaction alone. Her own phone buzzed too, a beatup little thing with a cracked screen and random artsy scribbles written along its back and edges.

“Bitch is tryin’ to show me up,” said Jakkie with a playful sweep of her tail. Hux shook his head, wandering down the slope, minding a few jagged, mossy rocks as he met his taller stepsister on the patchy path.

Casual was one word to use in terms of Jakkie’s attire. She had a new white v-neck top that her bust had already torn through, with faded grey denim jeans with ripped holes complimenting her beastly curves and strong thighs. Frail sunlight poked through the mosaic of leaves, catching her arctic white fur and false silver canine. She tossed back her platinum grey fur, midriff exposed, ears perked.

“I thought this was gonna’ be a peaceful walk,” said Hux. Not that he didn’t appreciate Gwenn’s. . . gesture, but they were just out for a hike, right?

“Couldn’t resist!”

This time it was Gwenn, hollering from a distant tree not too far behind the pair. She padded close, her entourage of black piercings painting a wicked silhouette against the otherwise tranquil, amicable scenery. Black was her attire of choice, but it did not play well with the mild spring weather, especially with their coats of dense wolf fur.

“I think you could’ve,” said Hux, watching his other stepsister approach. But this, he knew, was a lie. They were out in the freeing wilds, so they were gonna act wild. Probably felt good to unleash a bit. And Hux appreciated the lack of surveillance, the absence of infesting law enforcement, or just people in general. He got a little too much “people” during the week.

“Here, catch lil’ bro,” said Gwenn as she chucked him her small black shorts. Against all sense, she’d decided strutting around in the buff was preferable, at least for her hips and legs.

“Hey!” he challenged. “Put these back on!”

Jakkie watched her wide, fat bottomed sis approach and chuckled. “God he is such a little twerpy liar!” she chided.

“No goddamn way you don’t wanna’ see Gwenny’s fat goddamn ass right now,” she said.

Bot the gals stared down at him, wearing their respective collars. It played well against their otherwise troublesome, aggressive nature, a physical representation that they were his girls and he was their guy.

Hux scratched his shaved head and glanced around. “And what if somebody sees you?”

“Fuckin’ see this!” Jakkie challenged, wiggling her hips, proceeding to tear down and yank off her denim. Didn’t last long that, huh?

Jakkie proceeded to smack the slopes of her wide, immense rump, the cheeks responding with a buxom wiggle. “We’ll chuck’em against a tree, how ‘bout that, huh?”

Of that, Hux had no doubt Jakkie was capable of doing. There was a visible display of casual strength intertwined into their otherwise impossibly curvy frames, a compliment of their genetic wolfish backgrounds.

“Looook at em’, he’s starin,” snorted Gwenn, rubbing her nose with a finger.

Jakkie straightened, wearing a feral smile. Her mismatched black-white eyes wandered over Hux. “Fuckin’ better believe he is.”

Again, Hux looked around, but the only other sounds were the timid orchestra of rustling trees, conversational birds, and the distant gurgle of low creek water. He’d rather not his start his weekend off with a public indecency charge, but then again, what were they odds some schmuck would be this far out? The ragged paths of Applewood Park were aimed at hikers and sightseers, and you could get lost out here if you wanted.

Anyway, yes, he was staring. Something about Jakkie’s fat thick haunches maintained a glossy appeal, bouncing off her bottom and revealing the full shape of her rear, complimenting its dimensions and shape. Did the same for Gwenn, and if he measured it out in his head, their fat haunches alone could sit on the entirety of his torso.

“What’cha lookin at, lil’ brooo?” Gwenn said, leaning down to cup her sister’s big thick backside and squeeze it with a harsh growl.

“Ey!” barked Jakkie. “Arruf! Hands off!”

She flicked Gwenn on the forehead, the sister’s sharing a playful, yet aggressive, growl.

“Alright, alright, settle down,” Hux cut it, taking a t-sign with his hands. “We’re out for a walk, remember?”

They both looked at him, then back at each other.

“Didn’t hear you say ‘put your pants back on,’” mocked Jakkie, pantomiming Hux with a terrible impression of his voice.

He rolled his eyes, gesturing at the path. “Guess I didn’t. But I’m not gonna be out here all day. Let’s get goin!”

Gwenn licked her chops. “Oooo. You heard our little alpha. C’mon bitch, let’s march.”

Lord, always a thing with these two. But that was okay. He’d take raunchy and bare bottomed over violent and law-breaking any day. They had to let off steam somehow. Besides, wolves were playful by nature. It was how they bonded in packs and formed stronger family units. So if his forward stepwolfsisters wanted to wander around with their pants off, eh, whatever. He didn’t mind the view.

Back on the path, the trio continued their walk along the snaking dirt park path, surrounded by sleek rain-weathered rocks and old, flourishing fauna. Hux, here and there, mentally pecked at his thoughts about moving somewhere that could better foster this family dynamic. Everyone dreams of shit like it, of course, to make the big getaway, to abandon the slog in pursuit of what you really want. But he didn’t bring it up, it was too juvenile a concept, fleeting. Hell by tomorrow, he’d probably settle right back into routine. So it goes.

Aaaand more importantly, it was impossible to genuinely focus on anything with how the girls carried on. They knew exactly what they were doing. Each step they took, every little footfall of their clawed, padded paws hitting the ground caused an excited wobble to toss their cheeks. On purpose, they danced their thick hips from side to side, thighs colliding together as their size fought for space, tiny eruptions of fleshy applause sounding off every time they smacked into the other.

“Gawd, move your fat ass over,” said Jakkie, nudging her sister.

“Youuuu move over!” Gwenn challenged, pushing back with gentle force. Of course, neither did, presenting themselves in such away their inviting backsides were right in Hux’s forward view. Their tails wagged and swayed out of the way, allowing Hux to ogle the split of their white and khaki peaches, hinting at the soft, wanting wolf snatches hidden away.

Get it together dude, it can wait for later. Right?

Hux fumbled with their pants, having to babysit the shorts while his sisters wobbled about. Every now and again he’d catch them glancing back, sneering, then whispering to each other.

“You two don’t have to do that, ya’ know,” Hux said as they turned a long curve, the horizon offering another sloped view of a gentle, rushing creek below.

Jakkie flicked her ears, piercings glinting in soft sunlight. “Arroo? Huh? Do what?”

“Walkin’ around with your bare fat asses, what else?” Hux said. “I don’t always need the eye candy.”

Here, the two stopped, turning to face their smaller human stepbrother. They didn’t look convinced.

“Pfffhahaha!” Gwenn cackled. She tugged at her collar, as if proud of it. “Sure ya’ fuckin’ do, baby bro. Who doesn’t wanna take their bitches out for a nice walk?”

“Whaaat, you think it’s just for your benefit?” added Jakkie. “I wanna’ see Gwenn’s car smashin’ ass to ya’ know.”

They wagged their tails and roped their arms around the other’s waist. “Don’t pussy out on us, Huxy,” Jakkie continued. “It doesn’t bug us, honest.”

“Fuckin’ feels good,” Gwenn said, as if they’d practiced this entire conversation. “Bein’ horny does too! Everything doesn’t have to be like this, dumb, stupid equation or some shit! It’s just nice bein’ free.”

Hux was encountering this logic a lot, lately. With his sisters, and Chimera specifically, the nuances of. . . courtship were shortened, so it appeared. Chimera operated on heightened sensations, pheromones in particular, and it made them very blunt. With each other, at least. Hux never got used to it. Some part of him hesitated, like he was taking advantage of something. But time and time again the gals insisted they didn’t give a shiiiiit.

“Arrruf, who else is gonna appreciate ALL THIS!?” continued Jackie, releasing her sister and placing both hands on the massive shelf of her immense cheeks. She gave em’ a healthy, loud SMACK, like a gunshot, rippling her immense curves.

“Jee-zus, okay, I get the idea,” Hux laughed, taking in the gorgeous sight.

“Gotta’ put some of these poleridin’ skills to good use!” added Gwenn, watching her sister.

Lotta’ rebellion in those two, this Mayhem dynamic. Would probably drive pa’ off the goddamn deep end knowin’ how the gals turned out, and Hux admittedly got a dark thrill outta’ that. The trio’s respective family was all about confinement and control mixed with pseudo-religious sanctimonious preaching, lording over Jakkie and Gwenn with things like shame. All their lives, told their bodies were inherently sinful and only through dad’s “benign” strict grace could they see the light. Or some weird shit like that; Chimera adopting human theology seemed to turn out bad.

So yeah, Hux understood. Maybe throwin’ fat wolf ass in the middle of the forest wasn’t exactly the most subtle way of flippin’ off mechanisms of control, but it definitely made the girls happy.

And hey, they weren’t out here drinking or fighting. If an outing in the park could keep em’ off the booze, at least for a little while, Hux was content.

For a while, Hux managed to keep the hike temperate. Once Jakkie and Gwenn got all riled up it was hard to settle em’ down. Far be it from him to ignore their juicy backsides or ample fronts or, well, all of them. But he appreciated his time with them more so than the pelvis-shattering sex. Said sex was good, oh myyyy god it was good, but he preferred them as they were, his stepsisters, this strange, dark triangle they’d formed so long ago. They wandered downhill until they reached the edge of the creek which now filled into a large pond, murky green waters filled with wild catfish, snap turtles, and mud.

By this time the girls were preoccupied with hocking smooth, water polished stones across said pond. Hux sat near the edge, observing as Jakkie and Gwenn took turns slashing their arms and sending little rocks careening across the water. Sometimes they’d overshoot and peck a tree on the other side of the pond, much to their mutual amusement.

“Where’d ya get the inks, anyway?” Hux would eventually ask, watching Jakkie send a stone careening into the side of a far off redbark tree, her biceps flexing in seamless motions. Hux tried a toss too, but he couldn’t even get the pebble to the halfway point of the green pond.

“Hnuh? Who?” said Gwenn. She was leaning over, obviously showing off, her swollen chest wobbling gently as she put a hand over her glimmering yellow eyes, as if measuring distance.

“Both,” said Hux. “Couldn’t of been cheap.”

Indeed, Gwenn and Jakkie sported some lux tattoo work. Jakkie had a pair of full sleeves, a mosaic of skulls and devilish imagery. Gwenn had a full-on pentagram on her back, though hidden by her short cut black shirt.

“Oh?” Jakkie glanced at her arms. She’d never been asked before. “Huh. Like, I designed em’, and we knew a cool bitch who gave us a discount for a few favors.”

Hux blinked, tilting his head. “Wait, what now? You designed em, Jay?”

No goddamn way. The tattoo patterns were seamless, detailed, and elaborate. The designs blended together in a harmonized, if not frightening, artistic handshake of ink and fur. Not easy to do, custom Chimera jobs were a bitch to pull off.

Jakkie crossed her arms and shrugged. “Aruff? Yeah? So what?”

Hux chuckled. “Damn, Jakkie, you’re good.”

Gwenn shot off another tossed stone and straightened. “Oh dude, she’s fuckin’ top shit!”

She nudged her sister in the arm. “Lil’ bro you oughta’ see what she sketches, girl knows how to scribble up some big tits.”

Hux pardoned himself for mentally sounding like an utter dork, but that was really cool. “That right?”

Jakkie wiggled her hands. “Ehhh I guess. Beeen a while. Big tits, big dicks. Or just whatever. Art’s fuckin’ hard, it sucks, I hate it. But I love it too.”

Her black-white eyes flashed down to Hux. “Why ya’ askin? Heh, you want some tats lil’ alpha?”

Again, Hux went back to that lonely little idea of moving and what that could mean for the three of them. If Jakkie was this good. . .

“Nah,” he said. “Or, I guess, not yet. Never thought about it. Can’t really have em’ for work, anyway.”

Both the sisters made a face an stuck out their tongues. “Ugghgh, wooork, lame.”

“Think it over though baby bro,” Gwenn added. She turned around, jamming her thumbs toward her back, wiggling her thick hips.

“Been wantin’ to get somethin’ to finish out the back, ya’ know, get the eyes starin’ right where I want em’.”

Just like with Jakkie, the touches of light ran across Gwenn’s blonde locks and khaki fur, causing it to shimmer like it was glazed with oil. Her heavy bottom bounced together, cheeks applauding with timid thwumps, obviously showing off.

“Oh that right bitch? Ya’ gonna pay me?” Jakkie snorted.

Gwenn continued to wiggle, flipping off her sis. “Nope!”

With a growl, Jakkie strode over and smacked her hips against Gwenn, thighs clapping thighs, the immense wobbly wolf butts jiggling in fleshy protest. “Stop movin’ around!”

Hux could never tell if the Crowley girls were playing or one hip smack away from genuinely thrashing, but since their impromptu move-in they’d behaved. Mostly.

“You don’t need help with that,” Hux said, gesturing at Gwenn. “Or you.”

Indeed, when the gang was out fishing for cheap groceries to get them through the week, the younger man always spotted sets of eyes wandering over his bigger stepsisters. Sometimes it bugged him, sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes he wished they didn’t throw it back so hard or wear such obvious, exposing clothes. But then again, the pair always clarified through close, physical proximity they only sought the company of their younger lil’ bro.

Both the girls glanced back and licked their chops. “Yeah, yeah, you like gettin’ eyefuls don’t you, arruf,” intoned Jakkie. “Just can’t help it, huh?”

“Hmph!” chuckled Gwenn, slowing the toss of her swaying hips. “S’pose I get ya’ starin’ anyway, huh? Can’t blame you, I’m bigger.”

Jakkie growled now. “Wha? The FUCK you are!”

She swatted the pliable flesh of her sister, sending meaty ripples through the khaki cheek, bending over and shoving her wide, fat bottom into view. “Right Hux!? I’m HUGE compared to this bitch!”

“Fuckin’ dream on you fat titted bimbo!” challenged Gwenn, mimicking her sister. At once, Hux’s peripheral was consumed with wolfess butt, both fighting for space, challenging each other as their immense, heaving rumps molded and warped around the other, their smoky dark snatches peeking through cheeks, tails wagging out of the way.

“I’VE got the big fat ass he wants!” Gwenn grunted.

“Fuck youuuuu!”

They growled at the other, looking back over their shoulders in angry, but pleading fashion. Hux was mixed, obviously. . . aroused. Their wild actions combined with the tranquil privacy of Applewood Park meant the trio could let go without risk of intrusion or judgment. But also, they were on a hike, now was not the time. Heh, uh, right?

“I’m not getting involved!” he protested.

Gwenn rolled her bright yellow eyes. “Uh, beg to differ dude, you’ve got a first class view of butt! The fuck you aren’t!”

At once the two slapped their hips together with such force it sent a loud, echoing CLAP with a harshness that briefly made Hux’s ears ring. Impressive. Their meaty rumps pancaked at the impact, an aggressive wobble shaking their shelf-like bottoms, strengthened by the burgeoning muscle strewn throughout their thighs. For a moment Jakkie gained the advantage, the momentum of her swinging ass sending Gwenn stumbling to the right, the hefty white slopes of snowy fur momentarily eclipsing her sister’s buttocks. With a husky growl, Gwenn shot back, banging her hips into the “opposition,” cheeks erupting in loud SMACKS that echoed off the surrounding redbark trees.

“Easy!” said Hux, glancing around. “Someone’s gonna hear.”

Probably? The impacts were like perverse, fleshy gunshots.

For a moment the girls ceased their aggressive competition, glanced at the other, then smirked. “Yeah? Ya’ worried ‘bout that?” Jakkie teased.

“Worried someone’s gonna see your big assed wolf sisters throwin’ ass?” Gwenn added, wiggling her bottom. Jakkie followed suit, the pair suddenly building a cohesive, intoxicating rhythm where they tossed their backsides in inviting circular patterns, slow, then wild, forcing their cheeks to clap together in a perverse, though admittedly welcome, display.

“Would fuckin’ suck for them, arruf!” Jakkie barked, flattening her rump against Gwenn’s opposing buttocks as the two froze, wobbling in timid shifts, arching and shoving their backsides into full, voyeuristic view. The white furred wolfess reached back, her clawed hands smacking her ample fat haunches, spreading one cheek so her smoky holes peered through. A dark, soft asshole paired to darker, blacker lips, a fat hairy wolf cunt dotted with glistening, aroused dew.

“Limp dicked loser would just have to watch, HAH!”

“Yeah!” Gwenn added, the duo shifting their tones into something wilder, wanting. Where before they looked ready to snap and howl at the other, their excited attentions were now squarely locked to Hux. No gettin’ away from it. He had a sneaking suspicion the two were gonna “cut loose” the longer they were out for a walk, if tossing their pants to him was any obvious indication. And it was working. Jakkie’s spread cheeks let him take a long, private look at her sex, just a perfect, womanly snatch that could throttle his inches with ease despite the size difference.

“Ain’t it just so perfect dude?” Gwenn said, both looking over their shoulders. “Fuckin’ some wild ass wolf pussy in the woods! Arroooo! Nothin’ better!”

Shiiiit. Hux felt himself giving in, slowly. Loins twitching. Applewood Park was indeed liberating. Far enough from the boxy apartments and confining, constantly observing infrastructure of the growing town.

“Take a looooong look,” Gwenn went on, mimicking her sister, spreading herself so the pair exposed themselves in lewd fashion. “Take a fuckin’ picture, why don’cha!”

He grunted. “I don’t want evidence at the scene of the crime,” he said, managing a joke. Ugh fuck he was bad at this, but what he wasn’t bad at was wanting his stepsisters, a lot. And, hey, if a romp in the wild kept them outta’ trouble, that had to count for something. No booze, no guns, no drugs. . . that was a start.

Gwenn and Jakkie shared a dark laugh, wearing their wolfish sneers as they continued to bounce wand wobble their hips. They pressed their hands against a towering redbark, assaulting Hux with plentiful views of their massive, pelvis cracking asses.

“Whaaaatever,” said Jakkie in husky tone, rolling eyes in playful fashion. “Can see you gettin’ a fat stiffy lil’ bro! Arrrrouf! Can smell it! Gonna’ keep fuckin’ around or ya’ gonna’ FUCK?”

Gwenn straightened, tossing her long blonde locks, cascade of black piercings glinting in weak sunlight. “Betcha he wants to get em’ out! Get that fat alpha dick ready, eh?”

Hux cleared his throat. Okay fine. “Hey, it was YOUR idea, not mine,” he said, beating around the wolf bush.

“Fucker!” Jakkie cackled, throwing her head back. “Listen to our little alpha! Ahah, too bad we love that shit lil’ bro!”

Thinking that he could subdue the momentum of his wild, horny stepwolf sisters was a fool’s game. Even a tranquil hike in the park led to this – strutting, bare bottomed wolf gals who got hungrier and lustier by the second.

At once, their energy shifted, standing and strutting over to Hux. Gwenn went behind, looming over her lil’ bro, looking down at him with a devious smile as Jakkie slipped to her knees.

“Get the FUCK outta’ these pants.”

“Yeah, get em OFF!” said Gwenn with a chuckle, snaring Hux in her grasp. He gave a soft grunt as he felt his bigger, teasing stepsister rest her enormous rack over his shoulders. The straining fabric did little to hide the shape of her mounds while Jakkie furiously yanked apart his belt and pants.

“Agggh!” Hux frowned, overwhelmed with spikes of lustborn heat and agitation. “Don’t fuck those up!”

Jakkie growled up at him, slowing down. “You bein’ real right now?”

She rolled her eyes, flipping him off, carefully unbuckling him. And yes, he was, otherwise they were gonna have to dash back to the car naked. Fun as that seemed, it wasn’t something he wanted to risk. Somebody around here had to think with their head!

“Shhhh, shut the fuck up!” Gwenn whispered, huffing into his ear. “Shut up and let us getcha’ warmed up, baby bro.”

In a brisk motion, Hux felt Jakkie cup his hidden testes, nosing at the hidden flesh in a vision not dissimilar from when the three “reunited.” But she was faster, yanking down his covers so his human cock could spring free, thwapping her on the nose.

“Fuckyeafuckyeah,” Gwenn said, releasing her brother to quickly join her sister. At once, the two began a quick assault upon his inches. Gwenn spit on the tip as they muzzle lips wrapped around his crown, then strode along every hardening inch of Hux, their wet flat tongues gliding along the sides. They took quick turns shoving his malehood into their mouths, grumbling and barking as he found himself buried in their throats.

Their aggressive, swinging heads contrasted against the gargling, gagging sounds of Gwenn slamming her stepbrother as far as he would go, only to release with him with a sloppy, audible pop and allow Jakkie to mimic her motions. Jakkie – more or less – gargled on Hux’s cock, grasping and caressing his testes until their adoptive human bro was twitching and hard. Hux swore, stilted grunts leaving him, covering his mouth with hands to muffle the orgasmic groans escaping him.

Jakkie had her maw wrapped around one side of his malehood, tossing up an annoyed glance, where her sister was on the opposite side, nibbling at the trembling cock, letting it rest against her tongue.

“Pfftha! Dipshit, ya’ still worried about gettin’ caught?” laughed Gwenn.

“Cute little dumbass,” Jakkie said, gliding her palm across Hux’s human inches, stroking the crown with her knuckle. His scent was palpable and she was pleased with her “work,” the two getting their little alpha nice and ready.

Hux was caught between wanting to hurry this along but enjoy every moment, a vague concern of someone catching them lingering in the back of his head. But the other growing, consuming animal momentum had other ideas, to have his beloved stepsisters out here in the confines liberating wilderness. Felt raw, real, felt right.

“Ngh,” he grunted. “I’m the dumbass, huh? This was your brilliant idea.”

The girls lapped at his tip in tandem, Hux’s flank now sodden from their attentions, glistening like a piece of freshly marinated meat.

“Youuuu fuckin’ love it,” Jakkie shot back, giving the tip one last admiring kiss. She shot her sister glance, pushing at Gwenn’s shoulder.

“I get top this time, arruf!”

“Says who?” challenged Gwenn.

In a rough but swift motion, Jakkie tackled her wolfish stepsister, pinning her into the soft forest floor as they growled and snapped at each other, the hefty size of their fat chests pancaking and flattening against the other in a contest for space. Doing so, however, meant Jakkie’s thick, hefty backside was pushed into view, the cleft of her furry snatch at waist height. By “holding” Gwenn down, in fact, the duet’s glistening lips created a sordid axis, a set of accessible holes for Hux.

“Says ME! ARRUF!” barked Jakkie, giggling as the two playfully grappled and kept each other locked in a convenient embrace, knowing precisely what they were doing. With Hux bare and ready, all he had to do was settle his stepwolf sisters down.

Taking the opportunity, he stepped forward, feet flexing against the touch of soft earth and grassy patches, overlooked by an elderly redbark. “Alright you two, take it easy!” he commanded, grabbing (or trying to) Jakkie’s immense snowy slopes in his palms and applying a firm squeeze. Jakkie whimpered, shoving her ass into the grappling palms, wiggling her full round ass into the touch.

“Mmmmake us!” Jakkie challenged, looking at Hux over her shoulder. Gwenn roped her strong arms around Jakkie’s waist, glancing up at Hux with a devious, wolfish grin.

So it was like that, huh? Ahh, Hux figured. This ‘outing’ was gonna’ eventually end up with somebody gettin’ fucked. Still, it was the first time Hux was on the “giving” end. And if he was gonna’ operate like this trifecta’s alpha, then he had to start acting like one. Jakkie and Gwenn were wearing the collars, after all, and consistently reminded him of his “leader” status. What better way to show that than double dick some furry wolf girl pussy?

“Grr, fine,” knowing full well it was what they wanted (and he wanted too). Pure, liquid adrenalin drowned his mind, his body, a shot of hot liquid lust born from the proximity of his gorgeous stepsisters and his want, his need, to be with them. Feel them and talk with them and, of course, fuck them.

Taking a moment of self-indulgence, Hux jammed a pair of digits into Jakkie’s smoky, dark pussy, running his fingers in back-and-forth motions as he pumped himself into her, inciting exticed, aroused howls from Jakkie.

“Nnrruuf! Aruf! F-fuck, fuck yes. . .” she said with low, racked moans, pushing her fat rump against his plunging touches. Encouraged by her fluttering cunt trembling around his digits, Hux pushed in deeper, massaging and working himself into her, just to feel, to excite her. Gwenn watched on in envy, huffing as she hoped her turn was soon.

Hux felt his fingers dampen from Jakkie’s excitement, an eruption of vigor blossoming in his chest. To get such a big gal like this, especially his stepsister, so wet and ready. He dove his digits a few more time until her pussy quivered and ached, expecting something bigger to feel the void. Her smoky hole twitched, clamping around an absence, the wolfess growling with impatient hunger.

“Nngng, arrruf! Don’t fuck around! Stop messin’ with me!” she rasped, glancing back and throwing her tail to the side, shifting her hips so her rump spread. Her clawed hand came to smack her fat rump hard, spreading herself to give Hux another eyeful.

“Heh, not so fun is it?” he said, stepping closer to put the crown of his mast against her lips. Of course, he couldn’t maintain a subtle tease for long. Jakkie was right there, all of her glorious shapely ass and inviting entrance. Hot, liquid lust surged through Hux’s veins, drowning his mind in animal want.

With a single, slow lunge, he shoved his inches into Jakkie’s waiting, fluttering pussy. She howled as he pushed into her, head arching and ass swinging back to pelt his hips. The size of her haunches molded around his waist, flesh warping against the flat of his loins. Kinda like being buried in arctic snowy hills. . . if they were a hot ass wolf girl.

Gwenn watched, whimpering as her sister got the first go. She’d have to wait, as she had plenty of turns before, and now it was Jakkie’s round.

“Nnngod, Jakkie,” Hux hissed, pushing himself deep into her. Her hot, wanting folds choked his length, like his dimensions were a perfect fit for her wolf pussy. His rough hands came to her ass cheeks, bouncing against them with an angry clap as he squeezed and dug his fingers into the pillowy furred flesh. Jakkie barked like a wild wolf, panting and watching as her lil’ bro stuffed himself deep into her. The peaceful, ambient sounds of the park forest added a strange, natural contrast against the obscene sounds of the trio’s moaning, shielding them from the prying eyes of busy suburbia.

Despite her jealousy, Gwenn enjoyed the sight of her mouthy sister getting stuffed with cock, reaching up to further spread Jakkie’s thick backside for Hux’s viewing pleasure. “Hehe, fuck, yeah that’s right lil’ bro, guess she’s got nothin’ to say now, huh?”

Incensed by the words and sensation of Jakkie’s gripping, smoky black pussy, Hux managed a trembling nod before slamming himself into his beloved stepsister. He fucked with wild abandon, grinding his hips into her with slow, steady smashes before the little beast inside him grew hungry. He didn’t want to make love right now, he wanted to fuck. It took a while to shed off his “prudent” nature, but you could only swing fat wolf ass in front of his face for so long before he lost it.

His pounding rhythm sent pleasant wobbles and ripples throughout Jakkie’s ass. The white wolfess buckled, falling against sister as their hefty fronts flattened and fought for space as the sloppy, squelching sounds of her pounded pussy echoed off surrounding redbark trees.

“Gnnnah AHHG! Fuuck YESS BRO!” barked Jakkie. “Aruuf! Ruff! Woof woof! F-fuck, fuck that pussy! Such a fuckin’ puppy slut for that goddamn lil’ alpha dick!”

Jakkie’s rowdy wolf bitch nature broke through, her strong hips meeting Hux’s thrusts with her own until a loud, ear-cracking smack emitted from each impact. Lucky Hux wasn’t on the ground, cause’ if Jakkie was on top she’d probably crack his pelvis in half. Still, he proceeded on, grabbing her thighs until he rut her like a desperate creature. Presex and juice drooled from Jakkie’s sodden cunt, oozing down her legs, sticky ropes bridging flesh to fur. Puffs of steam formed from the driving, pistoning cock, a testament to the sheer heat generated by their coupling.

God, all Hux could think about was filling her up. His primal desires unleashed through physical moment, hastening his striking hips, as fast as he could managed. He was still just an average guy, but Jakkie’s wanting groans and tossing ass drove him wild. Through his peripheral he could see how the girls’ chests fought and bounced together, their puffy nips rolling across each nub, how Gwenn grinned, watching her sister take all of her stepbrother’s cock, the way the mouthy, ride-or-die bitch was muffled by deep dicking.

“Can’t. . . I’m. . . about to. . .” Hux said through clenched teeth, feeling his body shudder and tremble. An intense, overwhelming sense of electric, tingly bliss consumed him. It created a fuzzy, all-consuming heat through his loins, Jakkie’s velvet, suckling wetness drawing him to intense, dizzying climax.

“FUCK!” he yelled, grabbing on to Jakkie for dear life as his lower body shook. His balls trembled and cock erupted, sending gooey spikes of white hot seed into Jakkie’s juicy, awaiting cunt. Jakkie yowled in ecstatic pleasure, reaching down to finger and flick at her clitoral nub to meet Hux’s orgasm, the two reaching a unified peak. Jakkie’s wild white platinum hair threw back, her silver canine glinting in damp sunlight as her rising climax gushed forward, squirts of nectar mixing with Hux’s masculine, sticky spunk.

Hux panted, resting his arms atop Jakkie’s fat plump ass, watching his issue dribble from Jakkie’s hole, forming a messy, thick river of their sex. It stuck to her fur, and he maintained his position, relishing in the afterglow while he felt Jakkie’s hungry wolfess cunt massage and squeezed every droplet of cum she could from his balls.

When he pulled himself free, Hux’s inches were a sloppy mess of juices and sex, flank softening as he nearly stumbled and fell. He had to collect himself, the sheer physical high of the orgasm nearly blacking him out, his fair skin dappled with sweat. Would that he could last a bit longer, but wrangling two thirsty wolf bitches was hard enough.

“C’mon, c’monnnnn! Bro!” whined Gwenn, seeing her sister fulfilled. “Arruf! My turn! My fuckin’ turn!”

“H-heh,” Jakkie said, managing a weak chuckle. “Naw fuck thaaaat, do me again lil’ bro!”

She wiggled her hips, reaching back to part her cheeks once again. “Why don’tcha fuck my asshole too, eh?”

“NO!” growled Gwenn, barking and snapping. “Don’t be a greedy fat bitch!”

As enticing as the idea sounded, Hux didn’t have the stamina of his bigger stepwolf sisters. These two could go all night. . . into the morning. And probably the next day. Besides, Hux only had the next day off and it was back to the grind – not the fun kind either.

He put his hands on his nake hips, shaking his head. “Gotta give Gwenn a turn,” he said, catching his breath. Gwenn gave a wolfish grin.

“Seeee? Get offa me!”

Jakkie growled, disappointed that both her holes wouldn’t get filled with her beloved stepbro’s dick. But she wasn’t that merciless, cackling as she pushed off Gwenn and rolled to the soft grass. She ran her digits into her warm lips, eyes black-white eyes rolling up and tongue lolling as she basked in the sensation of warm seed soaking her tunnel.

As for Hux, given that he wanted to maintain his limbs, he gestured at Gwenn. “Don’t move.”

Given Gwenn’s equally wild nature, she would’ve tackled him to the ground and humped his inches for all he was worth. He still needed his legs, so instead, he went to her first. Lying atop Gwenn, he managed a weak smile as he stroked his sloppy flank back to hardness. Gwenn’s tail wagged underneath her, watching her brother take position.

“Ooooo, what’cha bout to do lil’ bro?”

Hux chuckled, managing to get himself to full stiffness again. He felt a small ache, but it was superceded by a new, refreshed need to get balls deep in his other beloved stepsister.

What indeed. . . Gwenn and Jakkie had size on him by a lot, so trying to manhandle them without their. . . assistance was out of the question. Still, as Hux shifted position, Gwenn appeared to go along with it, feeling her stepbrother’s arms sweep under her strong thighs and press them back to her neck. She gave a grunt of surprise, eyes widening as her blonde locks fell to the ground, observing the lustful act of Hux.

“You’ll see,” he rasped, as he pushed himself atop her, so that his cock nudged and nestled against her dark, sodden lips. The head and slippery drool radiating from her wolfess pussy put excited stamina right back in him, and he was driven to smother his stepsister into a mating press. Or try to.

Even Jackie was impressed watching her lil bro try to mandhandle the much larger wolfess, awkwardly pushing Gwenn’s legs back as the smaller partner pressed his loins into her soft, velvet hot cunt. They both let out an audible groan, though Gwenn more than Hux, her wolfish yips and barks coupled with festive pleasured growls.

Hux found his head buried in between Gwenn’s fat, chesty front, his head muffled and pressed into her soft, khaki fur. Not since their youngest days had he felt so. . . close to them. Literally. Boinking your overly protective – if not possessive – stepsisters in the confines of an apartment complex was one thing. But out here under the safe watch of redbark woods, he felt like he was truly with them. A dream, really, nothing but fuzzy, hungry sex, his hips bouncing into her as gooey lines of presex bridged them together. But a nice one. Soon enough everything would clarify and they’d head home, back in the observant grasp of Applewood. But at least for a little while he could fuck them in peace.

“Fuuuuck, look at him go,” gruffed Jakkie, licking her chops as her sister was at the “mercy” of their younger stepbrother. Jakkie fished around for her cracked phone, whipping it out to take a little recording for herself, lying prone on her side as she watched Hux burying his dick into Gwenn’s fluttering, choking wolf pussy.

“Ooohhffuuuc Huxxyy,” whined Gwenn. “Ya’ likin’ that? Pinnin’ me down like a big fuckin’ wolf slut!?”

Despite her size and physique she was flexible and eagerly kept her legs back, pushing Hux’s head further into the split of her thick, bouncing cleavage. She watched him pummel her pussy, wolfish features going flush, staring at the cock driving itself endlessly into her quivering tunnel. She was a perfect fit, like her tunnel was made for him, wrapped neat and tight, sucking the inches while Hux grunted and groaned with every thrust.

Hux was lost in a haze, his climax rising fast. He admittedly lacked the stamina of a Chimera and the electric, tingly wet warmth consuming his lower body was nothing short of overwhelming. It spiked through him, that liquid hot rush of ecstasy and adrenaline, a physical bliss so high it might send him over the edge, make em’ black out. His chin chest between Gwenn’s smothering breasts as he glanced up, spying her fuck-drunk face, Gwenn’s tongue hanging free in doggish fashion, her pants mixed with rough barks and crude quips.

“Fuckfuckfuckyesyesyes,” she whined, tail pounding the ground as Hux bounced his hips into her pussy. In the meantime, Jakkie got herself a few more voyeuristic shots, clambering behind the pair as her phone caught the exquisite site of Gwenn’s backside, nothing visible but her round, thick rump and juicy pussy getting thrashed by Hux’s human cock.

“Oh god, Gwenn,” rasped Hux. “I can’t take it!”

And he couldn’t. He had enough energy to fuck his stepwolf sisters in a row, but that was about it. His sore yet eager flesh convulsed, legs shuddered, and finally, balls tensed, releasing a few victorious waves of seed into Gwenn’s sodden lips, soaking her aching pussy as she howled in delight. Her own peak hit, a ravenous mixture of squirting sex mingling together, creating a damp, sticky mess. It dribbled into the forest ground, mussing up the grass and soil as Hux pressed himself in for one final thrust, locking Gwenn into place as he gave her all of, well, himself.

Oh god it was good, so, so good. Settling the bitchy girls down was one thing, but coupling with them. . . like partners, out in the wilderness, it was a thrill. A strange, natural bliss spread over Hux, like mating with two wild wolf bitches in the thralls of a forest spoke to an inner beast. And it probably did. Primal, hungry, simple. Before the world turned to concrete and processed food, there was this.

Ah, well, probably not exactly humans mating with bipedal wolf babes, but close enough.

Soon enough came the post-sex rhythm. The collapse, the panting, the foggy afterglow, the slow creep of mental clarity, like wandering out of a lusty haze. For a moment, Hux wished life was this simple, but alas, not the case.

“Fuckin’ sweet,” Jakkie commented, stuffing her phone in the pile of discarded clothes. “Betcha’ gonna crank it to that one later, eh little bro?”

Hux found himself wobbling up, fishing for his pants, remembering that someone might see the trio out here.

“H-huh?”

Jakkie wore a mischievous grin. Ah what the hell did she do now? Didn’t matter, he guessed.

“I better not see that shit online,” he commented, watching as Gwenn collected herself.

“H-heh,” said Gwenn, sitting on her haunches. “Ain’t we already told ya’? You’re the only eyes we want, little alpha.”

Assuming the girls were satisfied, Hux told them to get their clothes back on, which they both did in reluctant fashion. They all stank of sex and earth and he felt in dire need of a shower, wiping off rogue fragments of grass from his pants and shirt. When they hoofed it back to the park’s entrance and to the lot, one of the attendants at the station gave them a worried look, said they heard the cries of wild animals out in the distance.

“Wild animals huh?” said Hux to the attendant as Gwenn and Jakkie sauntered back to the car, once again making an exaggerated show of their swinging hips. Hux watched them, hoping his ruffled clothes and dirtied pants didn’t look too obvious.

“Thank god I didn’t see any.”