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[Countdown Until Unlocking: 6 Months]

“Mmmmm, just five more minutes,” a sleepy black wolf mumbled beneath the silky smooth covers, the male lying next to his sound-asleep fiancée. He reached over and turned off the noisy alarm clock. Burke knew full well that they had plenty of time to get ready, seeing as the only thing he had to worry about was today’s first practice session.

It was his final year of university, and while some were stressing, he wasn’t. He had secured a contract with an official rugby team during his break, his last worry gone. A smile adorned his midnight muzzle as he cuddled into his fiancée’s long black hair, her equally midnight fur proving a nice distraction from the morning sun that shone through the windows.

They had moved in together during his third year and her fourth year at uni, the pair having hosted a whole party for their classmates and more. It had finally given them the freedom to do as they pleased, including the ability to sleep naked without worrying about siblings, family, or friends barging in.

His paw traced along her side and over her wide hips; his instincts told him to get aroused, but he was known for having the strongest self-control of all his teammates. His current streak of zero erections during school was something no one else could boast about.

In short, nobody had ever actually seen him erect, so he was forever free from the teasing of either having a small dick like Gene from his team or a massive slap of “bitch breaker” meat like his offensive teammate Palmer… damn, that donkey could kill with that thing!

No, his size was a secret in the eyes of his team.

Burke's other paw toyed with the key that hung on a chain around his neck, the silver a nice accent to his shiny black fur while helping him keep a secret. Thinking about Benedikte and their future together made the lupine lick his furry lips. One more year of uni, and they would have a family of their own; just the idea made him feel joyful.

Climbing out of bed, he padded across the bedroom and then out into the hallway, heading down to the bathroom to relieve his bladder. It was still mildly humiliating to sit down to pee, a consequence of the stainless steel cage he’d been wearing for months now. He closed the door, took a seat, and let out a quiet sigh of relief as the tension eased from his body.

Once done, he stood up and turned the shower on, mentally kicking himself for not turning it on before peeing. ‘The water would’ve been hot by now if I had,’ he cursed. He was forced to stand and wait as the water slowly warmed, and then he stepped inside and began to wash.

“Oh yeah, that’s it.”

He closed his eyes and stood there for a moment, his mind slowly waking up from its deep slumber. Summer break had come and gone faster than he’d ever felt, probably because Benedikte and he had plenty of things to look forward to.

Thinking of Benedikte, the telltale sound of her morning humming could be heard from the open door and out into the hallway. “You’re up early, hun,” Burke spoke, his eyes still closed as he felt completely safe in her presence.

“Up early?”

Spank!

“IEEP!” The girly sound came from none other than Burke as his mate struck him across the ass cheek, her paw digging into his muscular behind.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you caressing me in such a loving manner?” she teased, her large breasts pressing against his muscular back in such a natural way that others would probably have thought them an old couple.

“You got me,” he said, arms raised in defeat. “But I got you!”

He turned around swiftly and hugged her, lifting his short fiancée a foot off the floor, attacking her with kisses all over her wet snout, the two giggling as they play-fought for control.

“Mercy! Hahaha, mercy!” Benedikte called.

Burke was merciful and placed Bene gently down to avoid her slipping. He tilted her chin up and gave her a quick smooch on the nose, their brown eyes staring deeply into one another before they went back to their routine.

“So, you take my hair and back, and then I take your back and cage?”

He gave a simple nod and picked up some shampoo specifically for her fur and hair.

“So, are you looking forward to getting back to work?” the big black canine asked softly, as he poured the thick fluid onto the palm of his paw. Rubbing his palms together before washing her hair, his paws quickly turned white as the bubbles consumed them.

“Honestly, I can't wait. I'm almost at my goals in this phase of my life,” she replied with a soft hum, her plush rump teasingly rubbing against his confined crotch. It was only half done in teasing, as his paws working her head rocked her body slightly.

“I can't wait to get this year over with, Burke… to start our future together.”

Her fiancé chuckled at that, his trapped organ slightly uncomfortable as he allowed it to push against the cage. “It will be wonderful,” he agreed, leaning down to nibble at her pointed lupine ear, a shiver racing down her spine.

Knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her, the wolf had to concentrate to control himself. “I think the team has a fine chance of going to the final bowl game this year… the coach thinks this could be a real make-or-break year.”

“Really? But didn’t you guys get disqualified last year because of… you know.”

Burke sighed deeply; there had been some real troublemakers on the team last year. Luckily, they had all been in their fourth year. “That bar fight after our fifth match was an unfortunate accident, but we’ll be on the road to victory now that I’m team captain,” Burke boasted, still proud of finally having earned the position after so long.

Benedikte looked over her shoulder, a smug smirk on her muzzle. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

A shiver ran down his spine; that look in her eyes always got the better of him. “Don’t do that. You know there are still months left before I unlock the cage.”

“I know, but that’s still a lot less than what it was when we started,” Benedikte noted, her mind wandering back to the day when they’d almost broken up over their differences.

“Eighteen months down… six more months, and then we can finally fulfill our promise to one another.” He looked down at her back; the sight of the white shampoo bubbles in her fur was a soothing sight as he thought over their past.

He had always wanted to be a rugby player, and she had always wanted to model for the international modeling company - Paw Models. He had dreamed of starting a family early… she hadn’t. Only when her debut was postponed by a year had they found their compromise: one narrow window, carefully timed. The cage had been his promise to wait.

“You know, this whole scheduled family thing seemed like such a silly idea at first,” Burke confessed, finishing what he was doing and nuzzling her neck. “But the longer we do it, the more I think that we made the correct decision,” he confessed with a grunt, his male organ surging against the cage as if to voice its disagreement.

“It was a wild idea…” Benedikte agreed, remembering that she had laughed the first time she had heard about it. Her rather naughty friend had come up with the idea, and she had only half-heartedly told Burke about it while they’d argued. Still, her then-boyfriend had reluctantly agreed, proving just how much he was willing to commit himself.

“Look at us now, we are making it work for us. Which goes to show how competent and dedicated we are.” Burke gave her neck a gentle kiss, while metaphorically patting himself on the back. “Nothing can go wrong for us… we’re making it work,” he said quietly.

“We have to,” she replied.

Benedikte rinsed the shampoo from her fur with a shaky paw, Burke moving around so that she could wash him next. The hot air, the lovely smell of her shampoo, and his male musk had slowly been mixed together, even as he worked hard to control his own arousal.

These showers were as close as he could get to a sexual encounter. Burke hoped she would allow him to perhaps service her with his tongue, something she had been training him to do, ever since they had locked his male organ away.

She had never actually seen him aroused; he had been careful never to cross her boundaries, especially when she had been adamant about waiting.

“Of course we won’t let anything go wrong. I will get pregnant no matter the cost this winter, and then we’ll be a family by the time we both have our debuts, you as a rugby player and me as a model. The pups might even attend your final match if we succeed early.”

Benedikte always made it sound so simple when she only looked at the positives, the damn incarnation of beauty forgetting that if they failed, that would be it. Regardless of whether she got pregnant or not, she would go through with getting spayed before her debut. And that reality scared Burke, as it meant they’d have to adopt strays if they failed.

“Can’t wait to see our little pup run around the house. Do you think we’ll end up with one or get lucky with you having a litter?” Burke teased, humming as she felt her hands rub the shampoo into his back, his muscles like pudding in her paws.

“Brave of you to say such an outrageous thing when your whole bakery is exposed.”

“Brave, perhaps, but that’s what you like about me,” he teased, lifting his arms to place his paws against the wall for support. The two couldn’t help but giggle at how silly they sounded.

“No, I don’t think I’ve got enough wild genes in me to have a litter,” Benedikte answered, her smile not faltering in the slightest as the notion of one pup didn’t bother her. It was seen as normal to have one offspring at a time, yet cases of twins were also seen as ordinary.

No, it was only when females had three or four little ones that people started to stare as it reminded them of their wild origins.

Burke closed his eyes and pictured the cubs they would have together; in his mind he saw two sons and a daughter. The black canine shivered in happiness at the thought of their offspring running around and playing while he and Benedikte watched over them.

“A pair would be nice… a son and daughter,” he confessed, scaling back his expectations as the warm water washed over him, Benedikte's paws rubbing and scrubbing at him.

Benedikte snorted, thinking that was easy for her mate to say as he wouldn't be the one giving birth. “We'll just have to wait and see what fate will bring,” she growled softly into his shaggy neck ruffle, as her fingers worked to clean him of the worst of his male stench.

It was something she both enjoyed and despised depending on the levels of her hormones. “For now, you must focus on your college exams… and of course, your team.”

“Haha. Oh, I know, and the coach certainly won't let me forget it!” Burke spoke, her fingertips caressed his exposed and low-hanging plums.

The touch made him tense against his chastity, pre leaking as heat pooled where it couldn’t be answered. He forced his mind toward play diagrams and field strategies to distract himself, dragging his body back under his control.

Once he felt his body calm down, he leaned against Benedikte's warm furry body, and allowed the rush of water to fill his ears while she worked her magic.

“There we go, relax as I tend to your refined body,” Bene rumbled, enjoying the closeness of the situation. Their bodies pressed against one another, and the fact they could both enjoy something as simple as a shower with no need for erotic touch or other perverse distractions… almost, that is; it brought a smile to her muzzle.

“Turn around, I gotta clean you up before we go and make breakfast.”

“Try not to use anything scented this time. The boys on the team teased me to no end last season because of your strawberry-flavoured shampoo stunt.” Burke joked, though he meant it since his buddy Ty had teased him for weeks.

Turning around, he saw that Benedikte was already on her knees with the showerhead in paw, adjusting the heat so that it wouldn’t burn his sensitive area. “Could you sit down for me? Oh, and also spread your legs as usual.”

“So forward this morning. Did a certain wolf lady get up on the wrong side of the bed today?” He sat himself down on a small bath stool, his muscular legs spreading to allow her free access to his family jewels. “Mmmmm, I couldn’t live without you,” he hummed.

He leaned back against the wall, the canines humming in unison as one gave their fiancé a thorough cleaning while the other received the most loving care from their fiancée. The tiny rattling sound of the lock, however, reminded him of the countdown still ticking.

He shut his eyes as she worked, talking about classes and practice to keep himself steady and steal his nerves. She didn’t even seem to be trying, and that made it worse.

When the water shifted, he drew a sharp breath. “That’s… sensitive,” he admitted.

“You'll have to watch that… especially when showering with the team after practice.” Bene snickered, making Burke grin good-naturedly. He was used to it, teasing and joking around with the other guys. Some of them did it regularly… although the teasing was generally aimed at one of his teammates in particular.

“I can handle those guys,” Burke snorted confidently.

“Anyway, it's all friendly… well, for the most part,” he added, thinking about some of the jealous and nasty things said about his donkey teammate in the past. Not that the fellow hadn't invited a certain amount of ire; he had slept with a lot of the other girls' love interests.

“We can talk about the team over breakfast.” Benedikte turned the faucet handle, and aimed it straight at his veiny pup makers, a devious smile adorning her muzzle.

“IEEEP!” Springing to his feet, Burke covered his crotch. His entire private region felt like it had been a trip to the North Pole with how cold it felt down there.

“There, that should fix your problem for now,” Benedikte teased, mentally noting how the black tip of his charcoal coloured manhood had fully gone back into hiding.

“Oh you little–give me that!” His paw reached for the portable showerhead, the annoyed male grasping it from Benedikte’s unprepared paws.

“Burke, mercy!” she stepped backwards, giving her best puppy eyes… but to no avail. With both of them grasping onto something for support, a small water fight broke out in the tiny shower cabin, the two wrestling for control of the arctic river that befell them both.

One “intense” fight later, the pair exited the shower cabin, shivering uncontrollably. “Here, let me.” Burke offered her a towel, a second one joining with haste. Not one to hold a grudge, he went about helping Benedikte first before caring for his own well-being.

“Thanks, love.” Picking up a hair dryer, Bene returned the favour by slowly warming up his shivering body. Before long, the two were walking back to their bedroom with towels on, a warm set of fur, dry hair, and all while holding paws.

Burke was feeling a lot better now, eager to get dried off a little more and stuff his belly with some good breakfast. It took some time to get both of them completely dry, but as soon as it was done they got dressed in casual clothes and headed to the kitchen.

“Are you sure you should be eating so much grease?” Benedikte inquired with a grin, as she watched him make and gobble down whole plates of fried eggs and vegan sausages. While gulping juice and nibbling on toast slices covered in jam, Burke just flashed her a grin.

“It'll burn off at practice. Jocks need lots of protein,” Burke assured her.

“Oh-kay… I was thinking, Fox Den over on State St. is having a music night. Might be fun to go to,” Bene pointed out as she watched her boyfriend empty his fourth plate of food.

“Hmmm, that does sound like fun,” Burke agreed, licking his charcoal lips while pouring more juice. “Live music would be great…” He paused, then noticed the look on her muzzle, and knew at once it wasn't just live music. “Oh no… not Karaoke!”

“Oh yes, karaoke!”

“No! You know I’ve got a horrible voice.” His protest fell on deaf ears, her mood unbreakable.

Her eyes seemed to ignore his every plea, the female before him standing up and taking the dirty dishes before walking by, her tail brushing up against his chin.

“You will be joining because I promised Lulu that you’d be there.” Bene pointed towards an image on the refrigerator, the picture showing her next to an almost identical twin of herself, the other wolf’s fur being white and her eyes an ocean blue.

Biting his lip, Burke started helping Bene with the dishes as he thought the situation over and, more importantly, his fiancée’s feelings. “I… you want me to?”

“Yes, you know she can become overly excited when it’s just me and her.”

She didn’t have to say that twice. Lulu and her one-year-younger brother, Kenneth; they had known those two chaotic fluffballs for years, and it had never been a dull moment when they had been together. If anything, that was the problem, as he and Benedikte had gotten in lots of trouble when they had been younger.

“Alright, but promise me that I won’t be singing.”

Bene placed a paw on her heart and swore to it, the lady canine more interested in hearing the big black canine's cute snoring than his horrible vocal cords straining themselves to the breaking point. Years of screaming on the playing field had made his voice crack in quite a spectacular fashion whenever he tried to push himself for more than a few sentences. In short, every damn song,compared to his short and intense outbursts on the field.

Burke rubbed his eyes and looked away; the last time he’d tried singing, someone had called him a yowling buffoon. “Oh, and don't let Lulu drag you up on the bar just because she feels like dancing and taking her shirt off,” Burke warned. He still couldn’t get that image out of his mind. A topless Lulu had tried to strip her shirt off in a crowded public place, while Kenneth had not been a bit of help! It was almost like he enjoyed watching his big sister humiliate herself by being half naked and ogled by strangers.

“Hehe… she had a bit too much to drink,” Bene defended her friend, who they knew had a long record of doing indecent things while perfectly sober. “Anyway, she’s grown up a lot since then… She's a professional female now.”

“Taking her clothes off in a strip club is hardly professional,” Burke snickered, although he had to admit that he had certainly enjoyed watching her do it… right until he felt his chastity get tight. “Anyway, what's Kenneth up to these days?” He changed the subject, getting uncomfortable thinking about Lulu bumping and grinding on stage.

“Honestly, can’t say. You will have to ask Lulu herself when we meet up,” Bene apologised, noting that she barely knew what Lulu had been up to.

They had pretty much lost contact with them when they had accidentally spanked a bouncer into submission while drunk, the pair forced to skip town or else get… well, nobody knew for sure what the bouncer would have done, but neither of the siblings had wanted to risk finding out by staying, something Benedikte could fully understand.

“I wonder if we’ll see him anytime soon. That wolf could tackle and was one hell of a rugby player,” Burke praised, sitting on his couch to relax. They still had a good twenty minutes before either of them had to go, and so they cuddled up in the morning sun.

“Where Lulu goes, Kenneth goes,” Bene replied, digits intertwining with Burke’s larger ones. “I’m sure he isn’t far behind, but he never was the type to be on time.” They chuckled a bit at that; the big charmer was less chaotic than his sister but still a mess.

“Damn straight, that’s the only reason he was thrown off the rugby team.”

“Speaking of which, we never got to talking about your team. Who’s on the team, who’s been thrown off and… oh, are there any new faces?”

He thought that over for a second, eyes locked onto the ceiling. The team, now his team, was still the standard twelve in size, and with five players gone because of graduation, he had needed to move up a few guys from the reserve team.

“Well, I think you know who is off… their names were all over the news after the scandal,” Burke sighed, not really wanting to talk about the shameful behavior of his former upperclassmen and teammates. It was all so stupid and senseless.

“We moved up Mel, Ty's younger brother. Along with him, we now also have Gene, James, Roman, and Rimmy.” Burke grinned as she looked surprised to hear that the fox had made first string. Rimmy was small but made up for it by being fast and elusive.

“I hope Rimmy doesn't end up in the hospital,” Bene noted. She knew the game was a rough one, and even large guys often ended up injured.

“Don't worry about him. He is tougher than he looks. And a whole lot more resilient than most furs. Sometimes I think that fox is made out of old bits of car tire.” Burke chuckled with an easy smile; he really did like the smartass vulpine, even if he was annoying at times.

“You will look after him?”

“It's my team, of course I'll look after him… as best I can,” the big black canine assured with a wide grin. He really did try to look out for his teammates. As captain, it was now part of his job, and while some of them were downright abrasive, they were all his lads, and he wanted to keep them safe while guiding them to victory.

“I’m sure you will, and I’m certain that you will make the best captain the school has ever seen.” She cuddled a little closer to him, enjoying his warmth as the minutes ticked by. His chest moved up and down in a hypnotic way to Benedikte, as if she could get lost in his presence and never feel like wanting to escape.

Yet his tapping claw made her dark brown eyes focus on his fluffy chest, and then his snout. “You know, this year will see a lot of change…”

“Good or bad?” Bene wondered aloud.

“A mix, I’d say.” He lifted himself up a little from his almost lying position. “The team will be a mess for the first few months. I’ve got to somehow explain from scratch to the new recruits my… you know, cage situation. And at last we’ve got the cheerleader team… A few of the troublemakers from last year are gone, of course. But you never know with those females. It’s as if they like the drama more than the cheering.”

She scratched his head a little, ruffling his haircut. “The mess will clean itself up naturally before you know it, and the team will understand your situation. You still have lots of old buddies to back you up.” They giggled a little at that.

“…What do you think will happen between you guys and the cheer team? You know, since you’re mentioning them in such a tone?” Benedikte thought back to before summer break; she had been the subject of some of the cheer girls ire, but nothing too serious.

“Yeah, well you know it's like a revolving door… guys moving in and out,” Burke snorted as he thought about the way they dated and switched guys around on a whim.

“Palmer will no doubt keep trying to make his way through the whole squad…” The big black canine snorted derisively. The horny little donkey was known for shoving his huge cock into places it didn't belong, and especially places it didn’t fit.

Bene giggled at the thought. She had heard all the stories about him. “I can't believe all the girls just want to do him because of that thingy.” She noted in disgust, and yet there was a certain curiosity within her that she was not proud of from being a virgin and all.

“Not just the girls, but he's only one. Then there's Davis and Tyrone… Oh, and Norman. He is very popular with the cheers.” Burke ticked off on his fingers, thinking about the girls and the drama that would no doubt come about from their romances.

“But the important thing for them is to focus on the game,” the big wolf pointed out, wishing he could put a few of his teammates into a chastity cage like he was wearing. “But it's hard to get some guys to think with anything but their dicks… you know.”

Benedikte rolled her eyes in amusement. “You’re a flock of young adult males, constantly training and getting in better shape.” She touched his muscular chest. “I would be surprised if you guys didn’t think with your dicks more often than your brains.”

“Oh really? Last I checked I’m in chastity.” He lifted up her chin and snuggled against her beautiful face. “I’d say you owe at least me an apology.”

“You? An apology?” She huffed at that, teasing and mocking mixed together. “You might not have gotten erect when bathing, like Palmer, but it still took me a year to convince you not to expect sex from me.” She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to go against her statement, but he didn’t, and that’s the kind of honesty she liked about him.

“True and true,” he sighed.

She felt up his swollen nuts a little while he traced a claw along the edge of her bra. Their mutual touch would have been sexual under normal circumstances, but now it just felt like another way to be supportive of one another. “Let’s just hope those girls find enough in Palmer this year and decide to leave the rest of you boys alone.”

He chuckled at that. “…You don’t think he’ll get some peace this time around? Last year those cheer furs really got their claws into him when Britney had a taste.”

Memories flooded the big black canine; rumours about how the cheerleader equine captain had screamed her lungs out at having been taken so well had spread. Britney even dumped her equine boyfriend, one of the troublemakers who had graduated last year.

“Oho good god, Britney…” Bene had a few run-ins with her, as Burke had risen through the ranks of the team in the last few years. The pretty golden equine had been… she frowned, remembering the way she had acted. Like she was queen and every male was hers to command, and that if she wanted Burke, she thought she could easily get him.

The word privileged didn't begin to cover her attitude, and it still bothered Bene just thinking about her. “And how did that work out for her?”

“Heh, not so good. They were together for about a month or so, and then Palmer's dick was in some other girl. And Britney was claiming she was bored with him, and that she’d broken up with him. He didn't seem very upset about it… you'd think a homely little donkey getting to mount a fine mare like her would be in hog heaven.” The wolf snickered, as he recalled how the other purebred equines had reacted to them coupling.

“Palmer sounds like a very troubled kind of guy,” Bene observed as she stroked his head fur, admiring him as they sat there. She leaned in to kiss Burke softly, glad that she had found a good and strong wolf male to be her mate for life.

“Troubled? Maybe, or maybe a troublemaker.” The big black canine chuckled. He actually liked Palmer; the donkey was a nice guy, friendly and helpful… played his heart out on the field. “Maybe I'll try to mentor him a bit this year, help him avoid some of this silly drama.”

She cuddled closer to him. “Already looking out for your teammates? I just knew I chose the right canine male to become my hubby!” They giggled a little more at her comment, the two play-wrestling as they hoped for a quiet season with just simple sports successes.

“I’m sure all of the boys will be fine, from Palmer and all the way to Rimmy,” Burke reassured himself and his financée, the two squeezing each other one last time before rising from the comfortable couch.

“Britney will likely find someone else to couple with, and then she’ll bar your donkey pal from even making eye contact with her team,” Bene joked, taking Burke’s hand in hers.

“I’m sure you’re right.” He squeezed her hand and looked her in the eyes, brown staring into deep brown. “Shall we get going?” She gave a quick nod to her mate, and soon they were walking toward their front door.

Bene was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, both white so as to contrast beautifully against her fur. On top of that, she had some designer sunglasses on and a few jewelry items on her wrists, ears, and ankles. If anything, he’d say she looked like a model that was prime and ready to conquer all of town. Meanwhile, he wore casual jeans and a t-shirt covered by a leather jacket, the only thing fancy on him, the specially made steel cage on his junk.

“Looking beautiful as usual,” he commented.

“And you, hot and masculine!” she added, squeezing his butt one last time.

The tall wolf grabbed his bike, carrying it downstairs as he followed Bene down to the street. He set the bike down and leaned it against a lamppost, giving his mate one last long hug. Kissing her quickly as she looked up at him, he knew she would be going downtown.

“Mmmm, I'm going to miss you.”

“Hehe, don't be silly. It is only a half dozen hours… and then we will go out together,” Bene smiled at him, though she liked that he was saying these things.

“I'll miss you too.” She kissed him again, a more serious kiss on the lips that made his body stiffen. “Now get to school,” she giggled, knowing that she’d gotten under his skin, knowing that he was helpless and knowing he enjoyed the power she had over him.

“Have a good day,” Burke whispered, his voice husky from the excitement he felt, even as the big wolf struggled to master himself. “I'll see you later.”

He watched her stroll over to the modest car they shared, climb inside of it and start the engine. It took her a moment to get the cold engine to run, but soon it was chugging along.

Turning away, he straddled his bike and started off down the street in the opposite direction toward campus. Already from the top of the hill he saw the green expanse of the quad.

He pedaled hard and picked up speed as he enjoyed the crisp morning air on his pointed lupine muzzle. He had timed the ride to campus before, knowing it was a six minute ride, almost eight minutes when coming back home because it was uphill. Letting the hill do the work, he stopped pedaling, his paw reaching up to grasp the key on his chest.

Six months.

Just six more months of restraint; six more months of keeping his nature under control, and then they could consummate their relationship. They finally have pups on the way, and then he would no longer have to worry about her inevitable spaying.

To Be Continued…

A SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR DRAGON MEMBER:

GRAHAM NOLEN