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"Okay, everyone settle down." Steve motioned with his paws for the furs gathered in the Camp area to settle. "Now tell us again what you saw. Right from the beginning."

I nodded and glanced to Shadow, standing next to me with his arms crossed. I gathered myself, my breathing rapid in excitement. "Shadow and I were up on the roof when-"

"Alone?" interrupted the female Lab.

Steve hushed the gathered, excited furs. "No more interruptions now, furs. Please continue, pup."

I nodded. "We were alone. There was a buzzing, and I thought it was a bee. But then I saw it!"

Furs murmured, but didn't interrupt. Steve kept a steady gaze down at me, as I sucked in at the air. Shadow and I had just run to Camp from the roof.

I cleared my throat. "It was a plane, and there were two furs sitting in it. Not flying very high, and it looked like one of those special planes. You know the really little ones that look a bit like a hang-glider with tiny wheels?"

Furs started to give suggestions, but Burt hushed them. "Really, furs. Let the pup speak."

At Steve's nod, I rambled on. "There were two furs inside it, and they definitely saw us. There was no cabin or anything. They flew in close and circled once. The plane wiggled the wings like this." I waggled a paw. I stopped, trying to gain my breath.

There was a long pause of silence. Then some fur said, "That's it?"

I shrugged, still feeling a bit breathless. "That's all we saw. They wiggled the wings and left, continuing the same direction."

"I'm sorry, but that doesn't make any sense," said Michael, the stallion, giving a slow shake of his head.

I tried not to think of what I'd seen him do with his very large-

"Why did they leave?" wailed the female Lab.

"Maybe they went to get help," offered the collie pup, Diana, at the front of the small crowd.

"But why didn't they land?" called another fur I couldn't see. "It's safe enough here."

"Maybe they were almost out of fuel?" asked Gran Margaret.

"If they were out of fuel, then they should have landed!" grumped the male black Lab.

"We're finally going to be rescued!" shrieked Jenny, jumping up and down.

"Hold your speculation!" called Steve. "We don't need wild theories."

I was grinning like an idiot, even as Steve was trying to calm us all down. Shadow kept his golden yellow eyes on the crowd,seeming to watch them for fault.

Isaac spoke up, "Why was it none of us heard this plane?"

I blinked and shrugged. "Dunno. It wasn't making a lot of noise. Just a buzz."

"But someone should have heard it. Wasn't there someone on roof patrol?"

"No," I dropped my gaze. "It was just us." I grit my teeth. "I know what I saw!"

"Were there any markings?" asked Isaac.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"What color was it?" the lion prompted.

I frowned trying to remember. Red? Yellow? I shook my head. "Sorry, I don't remember. I was too happy to even see it, I wasn't paying attention."

Isaac shook his head. "How do we know you saw anything?"

"I bet he's just trying to get attention," I heard the female Lab mumble to her boyfriend.

"Look, I know what I saw!" I growled out.

Steve frowned at the Lab before turning to my Wulf. "Shadow, do you have anything to add to what young Tyler saw?"

Shadow crossed his arms tighter and shrugged.

Steve held up a paw. "Let's be civil furs and not judge youthful enthusiasm too quickly. Now I'm inclined to believe young Tyler here is telling the truth." When furs showed varying degrees of belief, he continued, "But that changes nothing of what we face right now. No one landed, and we can't count on anyone coming. We need to continue holding together and keeping each other going."

Burt called out in a raised voice, "No time to be slacking off on duties either. You're all recovered, aren't you?"

Begrudging affirmatives came from the furs. None seemed eager to continue activities after the rough time they'd had with the Curtain.

Burt nodded his horned head. "Then let's finish getting dinner ready, emptying out the commodes, and figuring out what needs to be done for the morning."

Furs dispersed, giving us a mix of looks. None of them were hostile, but some of them were doubting.

"I know what we saw," I insisted to Burt as he walked up.

The black bull shook his head. "Some are too scared to allow themselves hope. Others are hoping too much. What do you think the plane you saw means?"

I looked at my toes a moment, lost in thought. "I think they had a reason not to land. I don't know what it is, but I hope that it means there's more than two of them involved."

Burt smiled. "Good pup. I think you've hit something there."

I grinned up at him. "So how is baby Maggie?"

Burt laughed. "Hungry every few minutes it seems like. The old cat says it's because a newborn's stomach starts out tiny."

I blinked. "Gran Margaret. I didn't connect they had the same name."

Burt laughed. "I don't mind that my calf has the same name as a very lucky cat who's seen many years. Maybe it will bring her some of that luck too."

"I hope so," I mumbled to myself as the big bull clopped off with a wave. I knew my mom's name was common, but it was popping up with regularity. Was this some sort of sign from Mom or the universe?

Shadow caught my arm and guided me into the FurShopper darkness. We walked side-by-side along the main isle ring without speaking. I understood. Shadow was feeling restless and needed some thinking time. He just didn't want to leave me alone to do it. We walked the FurShopper ring, passing Camp several times, drawing curious glances from furs. My thoughts wandered with my steady steps.

Where had the plane come from? Why had it come here? It had continued in the same direction, so didn't it mean they were not looking for us? Who would have known we were here anyway?

Further than that, what would it mean to be rescued from this mess? What kind of help could even be out there? Hadn't the world failed for weeks to come to our aid? If there had been any organized rescue, why had it taken so long?

Answer: the Curtain. It meant death to furs. It also seemed to mess up anything with complicated electronics. Maybe no one could get to us for this long. Maybe there were too few left to form a rescue. But if help did come....

Would I be separated from Shadow? I looked up at the wolf as he walked, lost in his own thoughts. Above all else, I didn't want that outcome. Could I afford to refuse rescue if it meant leaving Shadow behind? Wasn't it a little early to ask myself these questions?

I sighed, glancing to the side as we passed Camp again. Dinner was well under way, furs chatting in merriment.

Shadow placed a paw on my back as we walked. "Sorry, Tyler. Do you need to eat? I just think best when I'm walking."

I shook my head. "No-no-no. I'm okay. I was circling thoughts in my head."

"Mine too, and not many of them good ones." He sighed and turned back. "Let's get food."

"Only if you're ready," I insisted, placing a paw on his arm. "Don't worry about me. I was enjoying the walking part."

Shadow grinned down and winked at me. "Need food to power those skinny legs of yours."

I snickered. "Nope, love powers these legs!" I patted my thighs as I walked.

He pulled me in close to his side by my shoulder. Together, we joined the dinner crowd, sitting among our friends as they chatted about gossip and light matters. Jenny and Michelle got into a long discussion about having young.

Furs were again separating out into the previous groupings of Isaac's 'strong' furs, and those not included. It couldn't be good. If there was help coming, they needed to hurry. Well, any time sooner would be better than later.

"Furs, I need your attention!" Steve said, stalking into the center of the Camp dining area.

Furs took some time blinking and quieting, a few loosing loud laughs to each other. Their mood would soon change, I knew.

"Serious issue brought before us," Sally, aka Siku Radi thumped up next to him. "Serious issue."

Steve looked to the collie family. "Erin, could you take the young out of hearing range? Leave the fox, wolf, hound, and tiger."

Erin's eyes went wide, but she gathered the young with the help of other furs. The pika stared at Shadow as she was gathered too, the tiny lagomorph as serious as always.

"We're staying!" griped the male teen Lab. "Whatever you have to say, we're old enough."

His girlfriend, the black Lab nodded, gripping her boyfriend's arm.

Steve sighed and shook his head. "Fine."

Erin took the gathered young furs with Gran Margaret towards the children's section of the FurShopper. Her worried glance over her shoulder belied her readiness to leave.

When the young were out of earshot, Steve began. "Something disturbing has been brought to my attention." He gestured to the side.

Burt stepped forward, a struggling zombie fox, bound up and unable to move on her own, in front of him. Furs gasped, and a few rose to their feet. Furs yelled, wanting to know why there was an undead creature there.

"Get that thing out of here!" was heard several times, among other calls.

"More disturbing than it's presence, is why it was brought inside." Steve gestured paws to calm the rising crowd.

Furs were angry and afraid, I could see it. Michael sat silent, eyes wide, and a frown creeping onto his muzzle. Furs sat back down and fidgeted, showing how nervous they were with a zombie so near. Paws and hooves searched nearby for their few weapons.

Steve stood tall. "Following up on a complaint, we investigated, finding this creature and some... evidence."

Howard stepped forward, presenting a box to Steve. Michael's frown deepened. Isaac's expression shuttered, and he glanced to me and Shadow.

Steve continued. "Evidence of a disturbing nature, alluding to something never laid out in law, but I think all will agree, it's something punishable."

Steve emptied the box onto a table, and various small objects fell out. I recognized a few from the hardware section, but the rest was from outside the store. Toys for sex and bindings for a dangerous creature.

Gasps arose from startled furs. Several had their shock hidden behind paws. Eyes glared to others, trying to ascertain who was responsible for such a disgusting thing.

"Yes." Sally bellowed, "Among you, some had audacity and neglect of safety, to bring creature in. Dangerous."

Burt weathered the bound fox's struggles, and she didn't give them up, never wearying. The bull glanced down at the fox with a distasteful grimace.

"Michael," the rabbit bellowed. "Come forward and face this report."

Helaina, to the side of Michael, leaned away from the horse. Peter, on his other side, tried to do the same, but was less convincing. Furs murmured as the horse stood.

Michael bashed a fisted hoof to the table. "Who dares accuse me of this?" he neighed.

I shivered, but found myself jumping to my footpaws before Steve could speak out of his open muzzle. "We saw it, and it was filthy and gross."

"What? You and the wolf?" The horse crossed his arms. "This is defamation. Slander!" he yelled. "All of us know just how 'trustworthy' you two are. Plane indeed. Hmph!"

I shook my head, saying, "That's a different matter."

But my voice was overshadowed by Burt's yell. "Not only them! The young hound and tiger too. You witnessed this too, yes?" He eyed the two, his own eyes flashing.

Ethan nodded, his angry face directed towards Michael, though darting to Isaac too. Drew hesitated, then nodded, his eyes glued to the table before him.

"What do you expect?!" neighed the horse. He quieted as furs gawked at him. His voice rose from low to loud and demanding response, "First day those things rose... I couldn't help myself. I was so angry! You were angry too, don't deny it!" He glared at furs shaking their heads in denial.

Michael gave a wordless neigh of anger before continuing at a yell. "Any of you would have done the same. This isn't wrong. What they did to us is wrong. Curtain? Zombies? Who knows what else, and you don't want to fight back? Don't you want to take the fight to them, pay them back for what they did to us?!"

Furs murmured things. Of course they wanted something back, someone to take out frustrations on. But the general looks of horror and disgust showed no one was interested in continuing Michael's pattern of 'punishment'.

Michelle, next to me had frozen in shock, staring and looking angrier by the moment as she glanced at her new calf. "I bring this life into the world, and all you want to do is screw some hole and endanger my calf!"

The horse shook his mane. "So I wanted to relieve a little stress. You didn't mind it, it was a show to you!" he yelled, pointing out Isaac. He swung a hoofed finger to Peter. "You could have cared less about the thing, but you kept looking like you wanted to try too!" He ranged his attention to all the furs. "I'm not alone in this. You all want it too, you know it!"

Loud and varied denials came from the tables. Furs were angry at the very suggestion. Jenny, at our table gasped and turned away from the center, her eyes wide with shock. The ermine trembled and clutched her arms with tight paws.

Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting on his fawn-colored footpaws. "We have nothing in our laws, nothing similar."

Voices rose.

"This will be punished!" Steve yelled out, big front teeth snapping together. When the furs quieted to angry glares at the stallion, he continued. "We don't have the resources or means to confine you indefinitely, and any life is too precious right now to throw away."

Furs around the dining area looked angry. Some grumbled, but most were willing to accept the statement. All knew life had a higher value in the days of the Curtain. No one knew how widespread the Curtain effect had been. The whole world could have been impacted. Any species could be on the verge of extinction.

"Furs, I suggest we confine Michael alone to the closet for three days, let out only to clean the commodes - which he will do alone."

Furs grumbled it wasn't enough. I didn't like it either. There must be a harsher punishment than that.

Steve quieted them again before continuing. "Know that you're on notice. Anything like this happens again, and I will personally see you outside where you *will* fend for yourself. I'm tempted to toss you out right now, so don't tempt me."

Michael, even through his righteous anger, looked discomfited. His eyes widened as he saw slow agreement on the muzzles of many furs. No one jumped in to say otherwise, in favor for him and his actions.

"And Isaac," Steve addressed the lion with a frown. "I know you like to enjoy yourself, but refrain from taking it to these lengths. I doubt many here are pleased with your participation either."

The lion's face grew dark with anger, but he said nothing. Bradley stared at me, per usual.

"Bradley, you shouldn't blindly be doing whatever Isaac is." When the honey badger ignored him, Steve frowned and continued. "Peter," the rabbit said, shaking his head, "I am truly disappointed in you. Most disappointed."

The ferret grit his teeth and looked torn between humiliation and anger at being pointed out. Ferret and lion both stole glances to me and Shadow. I couldn't help a shudder as Michael was led away.

The tone of the furs was subdued for a few minutes. But before long, cautious cheer was returning in the laughs around the dining area. There was more of an occasion to celebrate than to be somber.

I watched baby Maggie next to me, in the cow's arms, coo and fall asleep. A peaceful smile took over my muzzle. Everything was right in the world when a newborn could sleep and be safe.

Michelle scooted close to the side not occupied by Shadow. "You want to hold her?"

I glanced at my empty plate. She'd waited until I'd finished, hadn't she?

"Um, I've never held anyone so tiny before." I did want to. I wanted to hold the fresh life, feel the new warmth, smell the calf smell.

Michelle must have seen my hesitant enthusiasm. She chuckled. "Don't be shy. Everyone's gotta have a first time. Be gentle and slow. You'll be fine."

I gulped, then gulped again when I found a newborn calf in my arms. I gazed down at the little thing. Bigger than Kaylee must have been at the same age, but Maggie was a larger species.

"She has the longest legs, like you wouldn't believe," Michelle chuckled, shaking her head and munching her food. "You can't tell with her swaddled up like that, though."

I shook my head. I couldn't.

She felt so delicate and... not fragile, but like she might disappear. Ethereal, perhaps. I closed my eyes and lowered my muzzle, inhaling the new calf scent. It tickled up my nose and made me want to protect the little life. I wanted her to grow and mature, to see the world in all it could be, not the nightmare it had become.

The big eyes in the little face opened, and the calf gave a cry.

Michelle sighed. "Oh, she's hungry again. It's like I have no time to eat at all." When I started to pass her the calf, she said, "No Tyler. Let her suck on your finger a moment while I finish this sandwich."

I hesitated, but brought my finger to the infant's lips. I was surprised by the massaging suction. Did all newborns suck like that? It felt so strange. I bent low to nuzzle her muzzle and head with my own.

I heard Michelle laugh. "Consider yourself broken in. Better pass her back before your boyfriend gets more jealous."

Boyfriend? Wow, the term did apply to us. I liked it. I smiled down at the hungry one and carefully passed the wriggling infant back to her mom.

When I turned to Shadow, he tried to hide his expression. I had to hold back a snicker. He was jealous, trying to not appear so by fidgeting with his fork.

Michelle stood. "I'll leave you to the tender mercies of your wolf. Have a good night, boys." She moved away, soon running into well-wishers and infant enthusiasts.

Shadow was silent a long moment as I watched him with an amused smile. His fork flipped to the floor.

"What?" he growled, reaching down to retrieve the metal implement.

"Jealous?" I asked, giving him a poke in the ribs.

His ears flicked. "Nope."

My grin widened. "Really? 'Cause I could have sworn you seemed jealous of a little tiny calf."

"Well...." he trailed off.

When he didn't continue but fought embarrassment, I came to his rescue. "It's okay. I was spending all my focus on her. Though it's not like I could form a relationship with her like I can with you."

He shrugged, still playing with his fork. The wolf stilled, as if becoming aware of the furs around us. "Tent," he commanded.

"Okay!" I stood with a joking salute. Grinning, I followed my embarrassed wolf to our private, green sanctuary.

Once inside, he forcefully flipped me onto my back, growling. He straddled my legs, and the growth of his waking sheath could be felt. "Damn it all! I can't stand you spending so much of your focus not on me."

I smiled up at him even as he continued his annoyed growls. "What can this fox do to soothe the wolf's insecurities?"

He responded with a deeper growl and a press of his hips into me. "I'll take you again. Then I'll feel better."

"Okaaay," I drawled, wiggling my hips side to side beneath him. "Your place or mine?" I teased.

"Right here, right now."

My eyes snapped wide. His piercing, yellow gaze delved into my startled blue one. He was hungry for me, ready for me. But-

"With everyone still up and about out there?" I squeaked.

He growled, eyes focused. "Gotta be now." He was very serious by the hardness I could feel and the absent way he was moving his hips.

I shivered out a breath as his scent filled my nostrils, and my own sudden arousal responded to him. I turned my head to the side trying to listen in on who was closest by their voice. There were tents nearby. We were on the edge of the tented area, but every tent was close enough to hear if I cried out.

A paw turned my muzzle back up to meet Shadow's. Without a word, he joined us, insistent tongue at my muzzle entry. Warmth invaded my muzzle, and the world tilted at his scent. He supported his weight on one elbow, while with his other paw, reached between us to rub my sheath through my shorts. With a whimper, I let my eyes close and allowed myself to feel.

I shifted against his paw with a moan. He was cheating, playing with my willing body, producing encouraging tingles down to my groin. And I... I didn't mind. I wanted this, wanted him to know he had me. Even though it felt strange to do it at this time and place, I was willing. For him. Not for anyone else would I do this.

With another moan into his muzzle, I opened my eyes and brought up my paws to his sides. Taking my gesture as a sign of permission, he unfastened my shorts. Sitting up, he propped my footpaws against his chest and directed me with a growled "push" to raise my rear up by the leverage. My shorts and boxer briefs both came off in a swift movement as I felt his firm, warm chest breathing beneath my footpaws.

While he had me there, bent in half and exposed, he pushed his clothed sheath against me. He showed me in no uncertain terms, the extent of his need. I closed my eyes and moaned as my cock twitched hard inside its own bared sheath. Eyes fastened to mine, he pulled off his own set of shorts, trying to maintain warm contact with me. Bared before me, he growled, daring me to refuse him and his peeking length.

I smirked and reached for him. He parted my legs with his and settled between them. I shivered at the feel of his hot sheath against mine. Fine, sensitive hairs mixed there, tickling and hinting pleasure. The black wolf above me, kneeling to demand my body open for him, bumped himself against me, groaning.

I held back a gasp as some part of him bumped into my unformed knot. I felt my focus turn inwards to my sensations and acknowledging the wolf making them.

He continued for minutes, slow thrusts against my sheath, working the two of us up, playing our sensitive selves as would a fine musician. My sensitivity to the wolf grew, my nerves waking everywhere until I was aware of his every breath, aware of the restless movements his toes were making. Above all, I felt his warmth and life against mine.

I shivered as a surge rippled through me, my cock peaking well out of its sheath and leaking. Pre-cum and sweat wet the fur between us, and his slow, gentle glides over me slipped smoother.

"Shadow," I whimpered, as everything narrowed and any sense of balance was lost. The world tilted and flexed with his every movement.

His eyes opened, meeting mine with a hungry glint. I forgot where I was and pulled him by his cheekfur to join our muzzles. Licking between moans, I questioned his muzzle, requesting more. He grabbed the fur on the top of my head, forcing my head down and sank his long tongue into me, mirroring the increasing speed of his little thrusts and teasing my body with a preview of what was to come.

He pulled back a little to nibble on my lower lip, nipping down to my chin. I couldn't help the twitches my hips made to join in his movements or the loud groan I let loose.

"What was that?" asked a fur nearby.

"Shh! Just ignore it."

I froze, even as Shadow ignored the slight interruption and continued his progress down my sensitized jawline. With every nip along my jaw, he pulled a little surge of pleasurable feeling, making it ripple down my spine. I closed my eyes and clutched at his deep fur along his sides

Another low voice mumbled something from further away. Pawsteps close by moved away.

Tent. We were in the tent, and there were furs nearby, furs with good hearing and excellent awareness of what was happening. I felt heat rise to my whole face, which increased the sensations Shadow was giving my cooperative body.

"Furs," I whispered, worry clouding the moan in my voice.

"Ignore them," he commented with a low growl into my neck. "They're nothing."

I clenched my eyes closed, my toes curling with a mixture of worry and pleasurable anticipation. Shadow was drawing this out. He meant for me to cry out to the world what was happening. Well, maybe I wouldn't let him.

I opened my eyes and looked down to meet his intense gaze below my chin. Without a word, I gave him a smirk and a wink before sucking in my lips in a buttoned-lips gesture. I raised my brows in 'innocence'.

He gave my jaw and skin a longer pull at the end of the nip. After a tiny pause, he lifted a bit and grinned. Challenge accepted. Well, I wouldn't lose this one. No way was I going to crow out to all the nearby furs what was going on.

The problem was, I was already pretty worked up. I wanted it. I wanted to feel my Wulf inside me, feel his movements and feel the content which came with the final joining. The need was new, but the feelings behind were familiar.

But the wolf had other plans. He snickered and nipped down my neck, his paw dropping down to pull my sheath, exposing my whole cock. I gave a long, shuddering exhale, as he rubbed the red length with an open palm.

His nips finished at my collar bone, and there was a loss of his muzzle. My eyelids flickered, but I kept them closed, focusing on sensations and the need to be silent. Something hot and wet encompassed my nipple. With a very audible gasp, my eyes shot open, seeing a wolf attached there.

He winked at me, and we both knew it had not been enough to break my 'silence'.

Gentle licking and sucking in rounds began, switching to my other nipple when my paws began to tremble in his fur. When the heat between my hard cock and seething nipples joined, my body twitched on a sudden pleasurable spasm.

I felt the black wolf shift and there was a hot, bared heat against my cock. Could another cock be so hot, so hard? Yet it was smooth, with an extraordinary softness on the exterior. The hot cock rubbed against mine in a smooth glide, aided by lots of pre-cum. The heat....

Shadow paused and nuzzled up to my shoulder, thrusting against me, against my hot length. He moaned, showing me he considered himself to not be restrained in his sound, and how I needed to be making sound too. My pants came loud in my sensitive ears, louder than anything in the world.

I couldn't hold it in. A slight whimper made it past my 'buttoned' lips. At his chuckle, I frowned and dropped my forearm to my nose. I stuffed my furry arm in my muzzle, making sure I wouldn't make noise.

My other paw clenched into his fur as his thrusts became pronounced, hard. With a grunt, he pulled back to kneel between my opened legs. Rubbing his length and watching me tremble beneath him, he grinned in triumph. I looked back at him, wondering if I could keep my silence, even as my body said 'yes-yes' to him.

He reached to the side, slipping a tube out of his pack. I couldn't help the widening of my eyes, knowing what it was. A large glob of the stuff landed against my sensitive pucker, and my rear twitched, knowing what was coming. I held back a groan as he pushed the clear stuff inside me with a determined finger.

My big Wulf squeezed some more into his paw and rubbed it all along his ready length, spending extra time spreading it around his knot. He traced his unfilled knot contours with a single, teasing finger before scooting in close to me.

Still grinning, he grabbed one of my legs and swung it high, then bent down, until I thought I might lick my own knee. With a wink, he did the same to the other leg, and my eyes widened as my rear cheeks spread apart, opening my pucker to the air.

My eyes widened again, even larger, as he rested my footpaws against his chest and, with one paw, guided something hot to my exposed opening. Wasn't he going to work me open like he had last time?

I looked up into his eyes and saw the need there, reflecting my own as he breathed hard above me. He wiggled his paw, teasing his hot, tapered poker of a cock at my entrance, dragging its fine tip against the opening.

I closed my eyes and groaned into my forearm, my breath fluffing the fur in front of my nose. My body demanded him, my mind giving little excuse to resist. Ripples of anticipation lanced through me. My whole body shivered in need. I needed... him!

With a nibble to my hock, next to his muzzle, he pressed at my opening. Heat met resistance, but my gasp was from anticipation, not discomfort. Breath came hot and fast out my nose and around my teeth, setting into my arm. His intense eyes watched me, and when nothing about me refused him, he growled and pressed in a tiny bit further.

His whole body shifted an inch as my entry gave up and let him in, causing me to tense a moment and groan into my arm. My breathing increased, pleasureable anticipation mixing with discomfort at the entry. It hurt a bit, but I knew what was coming was far better. Totally worth it. I peeked out my eyelids.

He pushed into me, prodding apart my innards with high heat. My inner self was spreading for him, just as my outer self had. A smooth, long glide, and he was all the way in, slight bulge of the knot too. He paused there, eyes closed, concentrating. His cock twitched inside me, but he moved nowhere else.

Discomfort faded a bit, my body giving in to the welcomed invasion deep within. When I managed to relax as my body adjusted to him, his cock twitched in acknowledgement. He pulled out and reclaimed the space with another smooth glide. My breath pulled in a sharp inhale.

My own cock had softened somewhat at the shock of entry, but the instant he regained his ground within, my hard, red length throbbed back to hardness. Pressure inside awakened the pleasure on his next slow thrust.

"Fabow," I moaned around my arm.

"Tyler," he growled in response, nipping at my hock. His slow thrusts began to hit hard inside me, slow, but demanding, with a hard press into me at the end.

Little grunts made it out of me as his balls tapped to me on each thrust. The special area inside me was singing, vibrating me with pleasure. No doubt he was rubbing against it on each slow thrust.

He moved his paws to either side of my shoulders, shifting on his knees a bit closer. My rear raised an inch off the sleeping bag, and I felt the new depth. It was deeper, perhaps deeper than he'd ever been before as his cock pried for my deepest, darkest secrets - the secrets of our pleasure and connection.

I whimpered at the deep sensation. There was lube, but his size was large for a canid, and I could feel every hot inch claiming and reclaiming my depths. My heated depths welcomed his hot, searching cock.

He thrust against me in a new faster pace. My breath forced out on each thrust, but my moans into my arm only made every other. My free paw slipped to his arm, unable to maintain hold against his side. I was weakened against the pleasure surging through me. My head spun, and my eyes blinked up at the wolf moving over me.

Blackness blocked out what little light there was, but I recognized the blackness. I recognized my Wulf, the one taking me.

The wolf's body twitched, and he let out his own moan. The thrusts slowed into long and smooth glides again. I shook my head, wanting to continue buildup, more until the unbearable moment of pure pleasure overcame us both.

"Not yet," he growled, looking down at me and nuzzling into my calf.

But I wanted it! My tail tried to wag, beg him for what we both needed. I whined between muffled groans and begged with my eyes, wanting the completeness, wanting the pleasure.

I stroked up his arm with my one paw and tried to shift against him, speed things up somehow. He grinned at me in an intensity which was not all humorous. He did not go faster, though the hard end of each thrust told in no uncertain terms I was his.

My footpaws slipped off his chest, and he paused in his thrusts to set them back on his firm warmth. I felt, through my footpaws, his muscles working. He was strong. A strong male. The scent of his arousal and of our mating was compelling, playing with my nose and increasing my instinctual need.

When he had me set, he inched his knees forward again, managing a fraction deeper. My eyes rolled as it felt he would take over the entire length of my insides. Now, it must be now! As if reading me and my trembling body, he gave a loud growl and started hard, steady thrusts. After a moment, he increased speed. My moans increased in pitch. Higher and higher with every second thrust.

When the world unsteadied even more, I forgot where I was, focusing on our activity. My arm slipped out of my muzzle, and my paw reached for his shoulder. He was the balancing force in the world as it rocked with his movements. I was dizzy, and the pleasure took hold. I was close.

My moans loosed in the nearby silence, situation forgotten on the tides of pleasure. Shadow increased the strength of his thrusts, balls slapping against my rear. The formidable wolf balls smacked me, a delayed accompaniment to the movement. My knees touched into my shoulders on each of his deeper thrusts.

I let loose my control, forgetting the why. My moans came out, a bit louder on each thrust. Our rears smacked together, making an audible sound. Shadow's paw stroked my head once, moving to cover my muzzle, but I groaned around it, unable to help myself. Shadow too was sounding out more than hard breaths. His voice was coming out in little groans and grunts of his own.

I felt something catch at my stretched opening. A hot, growing bulge forcing its way in and out. My paw on his shoulder dropped to my cock, where the knot was already forming. I fumbled at it, unable to concentrate. My footpaws slipped off his chest, my legs spreading wide on either side of him, pressing against the soft walls, slipping along them with our movements.

I didn't last long. I felt a sudden rise, then surge, blasting through my senses. I cried out, my muzzle slipping out of Shadow's grasp, even as he gave a loud grunt, seconds behind my cry. My body clenched everywhere, seizing a hard instant, shooting stuff from my red cock.

The black mass above me growled a loud groan, the filling knot catching inside me. Black balls moved up, against me, and his whole cock inside throbbed hard. He gave a long, continuous growl, punctuated by breaks as his body surged by reflex. Black weight dropped onto me, growling and reaching for my neck with wide jaws and sharp teeth.

I gasped as a hard mating bite claimed the sides of my neck. On instinct, my head fell back, leaving more space for his large head as he claimed his right. Awareness of what he was doing caused a new surge of instinctive pleasure. My torso clenched hard, renewing my fading climax. A broken cry rippled through me as my black mate claimed me with his reflexive jerks, his body making final, hard surges into mine, blasting my insides with hot seed.

With each surge of pleasure through him, I felt his teeth shift in my neck, tightening in reflex. He growled loud above me, claiming me as his. I became his, for all the world to acknowledge in his intensity.

My legs sagged down, over his, as the wolf's body made final, shallow thrusts deep into me, hindered by his knot. My eyes caught his right before he clenched them closed as a last spasm rocked us. His movements stilled, and he took several huge, deep breaths, regaining himself. His teeth loosened off my punctured neck, breath heavy in my neckfur. His eyes closed, focusing inward.

My paws reached up, stroking along his back, one moving to rest against his rear, feeling double his final, slow movements, milking the moment. I could feel the firm muscles clench and release, expanding my awareness of his final, hot gift.

With a long sigh, he released his weight onto me, breathing slowing. Mine had been slowing too, but I felt a bit crushed. I didn't want to say anything, but when I made a strained gasp, he struggled to shift his weight back to his knees.

He was weak in his final pleasure, but he managed to pull up onto his elbows above me. Smiling down, looking a little uncertain, he stroked my brow with a gentle paw. He looked content as his cock twitched rhythms inside my claimed depths.

"Everything okay?" he whispered.

I nodded, my breath slow and relaxed. Feelings of deep content and satisfaction, like finishing a hard game - but better - were taking hold. I reached up and pulled him to a kiss by a gentle hold on his big jowls.

I shifted, taking note of my body. My footpaws rested on his calves, near the tent walls, and I could feel his warm living body through my footpaws as much as through the paws on his face. I stroked my thumb over his muzzle scar as his slow, kiss of comfort and belonging filled me.

I closed my eyes, and my whiskers relaxed outward. Shadow let his head sink, nose touching the sleeping bag beneath us. The tent was quiet around us. Silence reigned around recovering wolf and fox breaths.

An awkward-sounding cough came from nearby. My eyes snapped wide as realization hit. I had not been quiet. Beyond that, I had been quite... vocal.

A very serious blush rose, it must have been visible somewhere on my muzzle, if not everywhere. What had we done, and what would it mean in our situation?