A Collar After Practice
A Note From The Author:
I hoped to make a sweet, but still kinky story between the small femme fox and the brutish wolf. I hope people enjoy the foreplay, which I thought was very unique in that they're both separated as they tease each other during practice. Please let me know your thoughts on the story, good or bad! - Tawny Pup
Practice had always been hot, but never this hot. The sun beat down on the girls on the field as they performed for the small audience in the stand for perhaps the twentieth time. Each time it got a little bit harder and all of them became a little more concerned about the brand of deodorant they were wearing. Sweat patches formed everywhere there was a fold of skin present, giving a few of the more well-endowed cheerleaders little dark patches under their breasts on their uniforms. The audience looked dead, mostly because if they weren't staring at the collection of bouncing breasts and exposed rear-ends then they were fainting from being out in the sun for so long. Since most of them were parents here to pick up their daughters, there were very few of them who were actually tracing the mix of blonde, brunette, and red-haired athletes running all over the field.
"Alright girls, again. We're not going home until we get this right." The large female wolf said as she stood at the front of the bleachers, a good ten or twelve feet above the field.
"Charlenne! We're starting from the beginning! Get over on the other side of the twenty yard marker! No.. no.. yes right there. Good now we're starting again." She pressed a button on the radio at her side on a small little stand and the music began to play again. To the audience it must have seemed like the myriad of songs, cut and pasted one after each other in a single unforgiving sequence of notes would never end. But they'd heard it so many times that a few of them probably felt that they themselves could run onto the field and take any of the girls' places.
"But you said you wanted Mary on top and then for us to be over there!"
"That's not what I said at all. From the top people!"
It was a never-ending hell for Kristine; she couldn't take her eyes off of the bleachers behind their coach. Another set of eyes endured the same problem, arms folded over in his lap and leaning forward intently so he didn't miss a beat of her performance. David had come to see her dance a few hours ago and every time they did another take Kristine thought for sure that he would leave. But he stayed and surprisingly he looked more and more eager to sit and wait for her each time they started over. There were other boyfriends who stayed to watch, and every take their eyes moved to follow another girl. David's eyes were glued to Kristine, following her every step and watching her stumble when her eyes met his.
"Kristine, get your mind in the game!" The coach whapped the railing in front of her with a make-shift crop as she spoke, the long rolled-up newspaper hitting the metal with a soft echo.
"Sorry coach!" She yelled, blushing as she glanced back up at David. The young fox didn't know it, but she was blushing like mad as she finished up the next dance routine, her tail flickering to life behind her. The wolf in the stands with an eye for the hot, young fox didn't seem to flinch. He was lost in his own fantasies, imagining Kristine in all of the same positions of her dance routine but for different reasons. The dances nowadays were so erotic, placing each girl onto her knees and then onto all-fours and even the lyrics that accompanied the moves teased of touching here and licking there. No one could see it, but David sported a lengthy boner which he'd pushed to the side of his thigh and hidden by pressing his legs together. He couldn't but imagine his long wolf cock between her breasts, rubbing her soft fur with his pulsing member. Luckily for Kristine she was wearing a new sport bra, one which had extra padding so her hard nipples would be absorbed the fullness of her breasts.
"Alright girls, you almost had it that time. If Kristine stops staring into space, we can make it perfect." She seemed to purr as she uttered the last word, her tail slinking back and forth in beat with the music as if she were some sort of living metronome. The amber-colored fox still blushed, but she forced herself to keep her mind off David as they did the next set of dance moves. Her subconscious roamed free, forcing a little extra seductive swaying of her hips in each step. She shook her ass in tune with the music and ran towards the other girls. On cue she leapt into their arms and was tossed into the air. The movement seemed to go in slow motion for David, watching as her outfit was displaced and her bloomers were exposed. The red hue was burned into his lustful eyes, his mind making him see creases where the tight material had squeezed up against her crotch. He tried to pretend that he saw her bra as well even if she'd only been up in the air a fraction of a second. She was thrown up again and spread her legs, their eyes connecting and both of them could only think of one thing.
The bag he brought had been placed between his feet, wrapped in brightly-colored paper and a little red bow on top. Both of them knew what was inside anyways, but he didn't want anyone to see it, yet. The thought of what was inside had already made her a little wet, and she'd been glad it was so hot out because she knew it would pass for sweat even if someone managed to see evidence of her arousal. It was her birthday and that was the only reason the coach hadn't yelled at her more at this practice. She was supposed to celebrate it with her family later, but she knew she'd be late if she even went back at all. She wasn't going to be coming without David tonight that was for sure.
"Alright, that's enough. Make sure you get plenty of rest for the competition on Saturday." She said to her students, stepping down from the bleachers and heading for her car. She hadn't moved an inch the whole practice yet she looked more fatigued than any of them. David was the only one in the stands who hadn't gotten up to leave. Parents began to shuffle towards the parking lot with their daughters, asking them about practice and the competition the day after tomorrow. Kristine was the only one headed for the locker rooms and she did a good job of not looking back as she opened the door and disappeared into the field house building. The sun was setting and each girl's face was painted red with exhaustion and the fading light. David's lust grew as he imagined his girlfriend getting ready to undress, but he knew if she was as good a slave as he hoped that she'd wait for him. He grabbed for his present and stood before walking across the field and towards the women's locker room.
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The lockers were arranged in several rows and they were stacked so high that from the entrance you wouldn't be able to see into any of the aisles if you were standing at the entrance. David didn't know where he's stood so he started down the first aisle and kept trying to look and listen for Kristine. His ears flickered on top of his head as if on a swivel, a smile beginning to form on his muzzle which exposed parts of his teeth. His naked footpaws were surprisingly quiet as he hurried down between the tall, blue lockers. Only a few taps of his claws against the concrete could be heard and even that almost fit into the ambient hum of the fans above. Eventually he froze towards the end of the aisle, trying to peer around the corner. He could hear her in the aisle besides his ruffling clothes or something. He took another step but he could now hear panting and the sounds of sex. The wolf looked tough with the tight shirt conforming to the huge muscles on his chest, but his heart sank and it looked for a moment like he might cry. She'd never given him reason to think she was cheating on him, but so many girls had hurt him in the past it was all he knew. He struggled for a moment with the bag in his right paw, wondering if he shouldn't just turn back now. His cock was still hard and snaked down the front of his jeans, twitching underneath the taught denim material. It was decided that he would give into his carnal instincts and before long he was turning the corner so that he could see his girlfriend with another guy. Instead what he found was a young fox lying on her back on one of the benches, her paw firmly stroking her crotch through the synthetic material of her bloomers. The wolf could hardly contain his excitement and he dropped the bag, making her sit up and look at him with a mix of lust and anxiety.
"What makes you think you were allowed to get yourself off without me?" He growled playfully, looking down at her with cold eyes, peering out from his black-furred exterior.
"I...I wasn't. I was just-" She said, interrupted by him as he walked towards her. "Silence, slave."
His voice was thick and booming, his body standing over her and his fur was ruffled. He possessed a thick mane of hair underneath his chin running down his chest, which now stuck out of the V of his shirt. He was a massive wolf, standing almost a foot taller than the fox and probably more than twice her weight.
"Get those clothes off quick while I open your present." He bent down and retrieved the wrapped gift, holding it under his left arm as he watched her begin to undress. Her eyes were glued up at him, appearing to be in some sort of trance. She slipped her small arms through each of the openings of her shirt and began to push the whole outfit down her body. Kristine's legs lay flat on the bench in front of her and she used them to kick off her clothes. Her legs were fine creations, sculpted out of an orange block of clay and then carefully molded by the hands of a horny, but talented male. She was leaning back on the bench with only her sports bra and bloomers on as the wolf watched, legs crossing and a smile forming on her lips. Kristine was becoming a bit more comfortable with the idea of being owned by this wolf, it certainly had its quirks; her eyes seemed glued to his crotch and the long shaft which was clearly visible through the male's tight blue pants.
"All of your clothes." He said in a deep growl and reached down to grip her small ankle in his right paw, squeezing it and pulling her closer to him and then letting it drop to the floor. She now sat up with her legs spread by the bench under her. She struggled with her sports bra, the fabric causing her breasts to squeeze under and then to the sides. They were large and once the bra had slid up to her elbows with her arms pushing them together, they bounced eagerly with her large nipples pointing out at him. At this sight, the wolf could barely contain himself and he leaned forward and pushed the tip of his finger between her skin and her underwear. He tugged it away from her and got a peek at her moist cunt, the smell of arousal leaking up to both of their noses. David smiled brightly and his grip on the underwear grew so much that she thought that if he let go that she'd have a very large bruise there tomorrow morning. But instead David pulled so much that with a short tug he ripped the underwear off, leaving her exposed to the warm and sweaty air of the locker room. She threw the bra away and blushed, a red hue spreading across her cheeks as she looked from his bulging crotch to his sweet, but deviant eyes. David took a few moments to use his claws to rip the wrapping paper to shreds, revealing a metal ring with a black padded layer on the inside. A single break in the ring stood opposite a small silver loop, completing the collar and the sight of which causing both of their crotches to dampen just a little bit.
"Thank you, master. You're so very good to your slave." She said, smiling gently and pushing her golden hair away from her neck and holding it up so that the silver ring could be locked around it. David bent down and his face nearly touched hers as he moved to clamp it around Kristine's neck. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small heart-shaped lock which he pushed through two metal loops, securing her place as his slave. Kristine immediately began to feel it with her small and delicate fingers, tracing over the engraved name of her lover that went all the way around the collar. David let their cheeks rub together as he pulled away very slowly. Before he broke contact their lips locked together in a deep and passionate kiss, threatening to throw them suddenly into hot and wild sex.
"Do me, do me however you want, I'm yours!" She gasped and pushed her hands to his chest, quickly tearing open his shirt and groping his sturdy features with a gentle touch. He let out a soft growl and slipped out of his shirt before pushing her onto her back. Kristine pushed her hands above her head on the bench and the wolf made a grab for them, forcing them to stay put as his other hand worked on freeing his pants. His eyes were locked on hers and his body made feral grunts, knowing that in a few moments his cock would be covered in her juices and surrounded by her warmth. His tail slinked back and forth behind him and twitched every few seconds as his cock throbbed uncomfortably against his jeans.
"I love you," She said suddenly, her eyes wide but hopeful and her face so delicate it seemed the wind could dislodge it.
"I love you too, my pet." He said in a playful growl and bent down to ease his muzzle around her tiny, orange neck. His pants slid off finally and his length stood erect and exposed between two muscular thighs. His whole body seemed to twitch in anticipation, the smell of his arousal drifting into her snout as she cocked her head back and left her neck to his teeth. She gasped and panted lightly with her own body slinking up and down on the bench as if trying to stretch to reach her man's cock. David didn't wait to oblige her; he pushed his hips roughly between her legs and dipped his cock to touch her wet cunt. Her warm body didn't just accept his invitation; she writhed uncontrollably and wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him into her. They both moaned in synchronization and began to thrust at each other, both shaking as if either of them might climax any second. David still gripped the girl's wrists above her head, his teeth grazing her neck as he drew back and kissed her briefly.
"Oh master! Thank you master!" She screamed up at him and moaned in between each syllable, her cunt tightening around his manhood and heating up like an oven as her arousal peaked. Her mouth lay open and she looked ready to say something else to her master, but instead she let out moan after moan and shuddered in pure ecstasy. David joined in and moaned as their hips clashed together at the end of each thrust, their fur grinding together and causing sweat to pour down their heated bodies and cover them uniformly. He panted and his thrusts went deeper into her, his crotch grinding against her clit and sending her into an abyss of wild gasps. His cock rocked up and down inside of her, rubbing first against the top of her cunt and then against the bottom before he repeated the cycle all over again. David could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, his tip bulging and leaking pre-cum into her. His hips moved in a black blur, his powerful body throwing himself at her and leaning down to lay on top of her. He kissed her on the cheek and her small feet pressed tightly against his hard buttocks, a mutual shuddering beginning to take control of their bodies as they climaxed together. Her chin was forced upwards as she moaned at the ceiling, exposing her metal collar to him. David's paws moved down to grab her head, kissing her on the lips as his hips pounded into her a few more times. His hot cum mixed with hers and their thighs quivered as they slowly rubbed against one-another. She gasped in between kissing David's lips, his paws letting go of her wrists so that she could rub her paws all over David's hot body. Her legs still wrapped around his ass and she squeezed him tight, keeping his cock trapped inside of her. The large, black wolf looked down at her with his lust sated and his mind quieted, holding her against his chest, feeling her plump breasts flattening against his own hard and chiseled frame.
"Are you going to keep it on?" He asked in a kind and gentle voice, one which seemed not to match his rough and feral exterior.
"Yes of course! I'm going to wear it every day!" She pushed her nose against his and kissed him passionately. They lay in the warm locker room, cuddling for some time. Her mind could not let up on the image of herself dancing around in her cheerleader outfit with the shiny, metal collar pressed tightly around her neck. Kristine was held safely in her lover's arms, comforted by his love and affections. He imagined things in much the same way, except in his mind, Kristine was naked.