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Kind of an odd string of events that led Kay into her current situation. She'd planned to go out with friends this weekend, but something happened and those plans fell through; then she heard from one friend who'd heard from another friend that a third friend, who she hardly knew, needed someone to watch over his place while he visited his brother. The wolf couldn't remember explicitly saying yes, but the promise of payment as well as reimbursement for gas had perked her ears, and next thing she knew she was halfway through the two-hour drive up into the country.

One thing that had been left out, however, was that when this distant friend of a friend of a friend had said 'my place', he'd meant 'my plot of owned land equal to four city blocks on which I have a garden that may as well be a full farm for its size, a whole-ass barn, three cows, two horses, a two-story house with each floor larger than your entire home, and a pair of dogs that could easily be confused for bears at a distance'. She'd gone over his last call to her in her head as she approached, though, making sure she remembered everything right:

"I watered the garden before I left, so unless the ten plagues come back in, you don't need to worry about that. Cows and horses are fed but they do get lonely, so I'd love it if you went out and said hi to them every now and then. If you know how to ride a horse, go ahead; if not, don't hurt yourself. The dogs are named Barul and Vera, and they like to run two miles every morning and evening. I have more specific instructions for feeding them in the kitchen - there should be some steaks in the basement freezer, make sure you set those out to thaw..." Did a basement count as a third floor? "Vera's an old lady, but Barul's a strapping young man. Of sorts. Make sure you get him his playtime, or he'll try to wrench it out of you. Tire him out however you can - he won't leave you alone otherwise."

That two-mile run - Kay's throat and thighs still burned a little from that this evening - apparently hadn't been enough to tire the dog out. The hell did he mean, get him his playtime or he'll wrench it out of you? First thing after the three of them had gotten back, Vera'd padded down into the kitchen for her dinner, and Barul hopped up onto the couch (where he had express permission to sit; Kay had made sure to ask about that) and seemed to fall right the fuck asleep... until the wolf took her seat next to him, and within seconds had the fur along the left side of her face all stuck up at an angle and thick with feral dog saliva.

He looked like a cross between a wolf, a Great Pyrenees, and an actual mountain, and felt like it too. Kay was no stranger to getting pinned down by dogs larger than her, but this would be the first time a feral had done it, and it took... considerable determination and effort to get him off of her, massive oven-mitt paws digging into her shoulders and broad flat tongue dragging up over her muzzle again and again. As she tried to dodge that tongue, she rolled her head to the side... and saw Vera sitting just beyond the threshold leading into the kitchen, watching the two of them with her sharp, fluffy ears perked and tired eyes twinkling with what could only be amusement.

Getting the damn dog off of her was almost enough for Kay after that run, but Barul showed no sign of slowing. Naturally she felt a bit nervous about running around this guy's house like this, but... it_was_ his dog, right? He had to have been used to it. Maybe that was why the note in the kitchen said that the steaks should be put inside the steel box on top of the statue of the fat little man with the sword on top of the fireplace in the eastern living room (specifically the eastern; she'd had to make her way around the first floor three times before she found it), since even Barul couldn't reach that high. There were no vases or plant pots to knock over down here, and some of the furniture appeared to be bolted into the ground, and the hardwood floor already showed deep claw-crevices especially focused near the doors...

Playtime. He'd told her that Barul's box of favorite toys was kept outside the back door, pushed up against the wall. Kay hardly had time to step out into the cool evening herself before the huge bear of a dog bolted out behind her, bounding down along the wide expanse of unkempt grass as if he'd totally forgotten he'd just run two miles. As long as he stayed at that distance, she could almost believe that he was a puppy with his tail wagging like that. And as long as he didn't bark like that.

"I know, I know!" Kay called over her shoulder, rummaging through the box. Most of these were familiar - she'd dealt with feral dogs before - but just sized up for his larger size, though some of them... one appeared to be a length of rope as thick around as her upper forearm, pulled together at both ends in a pair of heavy knots that might easily knock her unconscious if she were to try to play tug-of-war with Barul. Teeth marks marred the wax holding the knots together, showing that it had indeed been used, but no blood the stained the thing. Still, though, she set it back into the box, and wiped her paws off on her legs.

Another glance over her shoulder showed that the beast hadn't yet tired himself out. Upon first opening the door and finding this pair of dogs who literally came halfway up her chest, she'd been a bit startled, and that nervousness had only somewhat rolled back after discovering for herself that they really were nice. After their morning run, Vera had rested her head across Kay's lap and snoozed there while the wolf scrolled through the Netflix library... though the wolf had had to regretfully move her within about twelve minutes, since it felt more like a fur-covered bowling ball draped across her leg than anything.

Besides, she was honestly expecting at any moment to have that same very-likely-two-hundred-pound monster hop onto her from behind to play, and then she'd be in a real pickle. Not only that, but it had been very hard to miss the fact that the owner of this house had also fixed neither of his dogs; probably not much of a problem there what with the nearest town being a half-hour drive down the side of this hill, but it did mean that Kay's eyes wandered every time Barul went by her.

Kay had had a few other wolves as partners before. And if there really was some of that blood in him, then _that_would be where Barul showed it the most. Thick, plump sheath wobbling beneath him as he walked, hanging down away from his body along a supple stretch of fur-covered skin - and heavy balls between his hind legs, skin black beneath thinning fur, drawing a line up towards the puckered skin of his tailhole. 'Strapping young man' for sure; he must be in the prime of his adulthood.

Lost in thought now, Kay rested over the edge of the toy box, one paw half-closed around one of those rubber things that could just as believably be a dildo as a dog toy. With her other she reached up and touched at her cheek, right along one of the spots where the feral had lapped; the saliva had cooled and thickened now but was definitely still there, and she could hardly draw a breath through her nose without feeling its smooth, flat sting of a scent.

Half-consciously, her tongue flicked out over her lips, and she swallowed. During that onslaught of affection earlier, Barul had indeed licked across her damn face and mouth and lips - there had been no avoiding that. She'd been caught up in getting him off of her at the time, but now that she had opportunity to think about it... feeling that tongue of his, smooth and flat, moist yet oddly dry at the same time, and having it touch and flick and drag across her upper lip, and at one point her own tongue - so that she could taste that saliva, too, in as slight of a flavor as it had. More of a warmth, an awareness, clinging to her tongue and spreading over when she swallowed, and as she playfully half-complained when trying to push him off. She'd ignored the tingling between her legs when it had happened, since it really was something small, but now those thoughts pushed their way to the front of her mind.

And because of that, her mind again made its way back to what he had jiggling between those two muscular hind legs of his. She'd pretty much been given permission to figure out the specifics of that part of him, after all - Tire him out however you can - so there was really nothing stopping her from rolling him onto his back, distracting him with belly rubs, and... mashing her muzzle down against his sheath, burying her nose between his balls, breathing deep of his scent, slipping her tongue in...

Okay. Maybe she was at the tail end of her heat, and still feeling the effects of that. Honestly it was a surprise that Barul hadn't noticed yet... though that really could be the reason he seemed so full of energy. After their morning walk today, the first thing he'd done when the door closed behind him was to dig his nose up between her legs and take a few deep, snuffling breaths, though Kay had just shrugged it off as usual feral dog things. Wouldn't be the first time it had happened. And it also wouldn't be the first time that she'd half-shamefully pushed down the feelings of tingling excitement and interest that that nuzzling had brought up in her.

That hadn't been all, though. The wolf sat back and peered over her shoulder one more time, this time intentionally keeping her eyes on the large dog as he ran towards the fence, then tripped on something and tumbled over himself, only to continue on with his momentum in another direction. Shortly after getting back from their evening run and when Vera had gone to eat her dinner, Kay had turned to get washed up - and soon felt that same nose and pressure beneath her tail, hot breath puffing out over her tailhole through the fabric of her jeans, and her first instinct had been to push away the dog's inquisitive muzzle in a storm of blushes. But upon seeing the wrinkled diamond of pink skin beneath _his_tail, and thinking about what it would feel like to heft his sheath and balls in her paw, and run her tongue down over his skin and up along the back of his sack...

_Make sure to give him his playtime, or he'll wrench it out of you._Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. With her thoughts in the gutter like this - or, more precisely, beneath Barul's tail - Kay actually didn't notice that the big dog had started to make his way back over to her, at a slower, more deliberate pace. She turned herself around to face him more fully - if he wanted to hop up onto her shoulders, that would put her at about face level with the end of his sheath, and she was completely and totally okay with that - then actually felt a twinge of disappointment when he sat down on his haunches, heavy balls resting along the grass beneath him, and canted his head as if wondering why she hadn't come to play with him yet.

When Kay sat down, she intentionally sprawled her legs out and leaned her paws back behind her, back of her head against the side of the toy box. "Hello," she said, as if greeting a friend - but instead of maintaining eye contact, she kept her gaze right where she wanted, and followed that hanging hefty pouch of flesh as Barul rose back to all fours and came towards her, tail wagging in response to her voice. His tongue out of his muzzle, and for a second, she thought he was going to attack her again - so she closed her eyes and kept her face right there... but felt nothing.

Though when she moved, no matter how slight, Barul arched himself down as if ready to bound away with her to give chase. He did still expect her to play. If only he were facing the other way, though, and hiking that rump and tail in front of her muzzle... the wolf tilted her head back at him, waited for him to do the same, then adjusted how she sat again - and froze every time he acted as if he were about to run off. Slowly she got up to her knees, slowly she started coming towards him, slowly she rested an arm over his wide body... and slowly she made her way around to his back, his fluffy tail lightly whapping the side of her muzzle as she did so.

And she didn't even get all the way around at first. Barul looked back at her from behind, Kay on her knees beside him with the base of his tail about even with her muzzle, and - she reached around with that other arm and spread his rump, pulling his soft-furred skin to the side, giving that sweet tailhole a bit of a slight tug and stretch. Wrinkled skin pulled and shifted easily, though twitched back into place for a moment with a clench from the big dog; Kay's whiskers twitched with the scent hovering off of him, and next thing she knew, she'd flicked her tongue out to wet her lips.

That didn't last long, though. She didn't even finish licking her lips before she closed the distance between her muzzle and that tailhole, chin resting down over the back of the dog's rump, tongue kept to a point as it danced over the outer rim of his pucker, right where that pink skin met short fur. With light little touches like that the dog's body responded easily, giving more twitches and clenches that just invited her closer, further in towards the folds of flesh near the centerpoint.

Already she could feel the familiar stickiness clinging to her tongue. Kay let her eyes drift shut and pursed her lips against the feral's backside, gently pushing, pulling against her tailhole with her mouth, poking and prodding her tongue against the shivering muscles of his pucker, lapping off his scent and his taste, replacing those with the warm slickness of her own drool. It seemed as though Barul had started to get distracted with it, himself: his tail, the base nestled against the crook of Kay's neck, gave a few slow wags and then stopped, then a few more, then stopped again, and so on. He seemed to remember himself every time she pressed, she pushed in a little further, a little more firmly... and then stopped again when her tongue first poked inside of him.

With that first tight squeeze around the tip of her tongue and the change in misty taste from bittersweet to something almost tangy, Kay came out of the wet kiss and settled back onto her haunches, taking the break to feverishly undo the fly of her pants. Fingers shaky from excitement and indulgence, she actually struggled with it - and tripped over herself while she tried to make her way further back to the feral's backside, so she could really get herself into him. A few slow, sweet licks along his bared back, from the spot where his sack met his body, over the entirety of his tailhole, and ending at the base of his tail, kept him obediently in place, as if he knew that this would be the playtime he was going to get tonight. The wolf didn't even notice the sound of a rare car passing by on the road going along the fence of the yard.

Dry grass beneath her bared knees, jeans and panties hanging off of one ankle, one of those shaky paws between her legs... and the other now braced around the base of that tail, raised above her nose and muzzle for her to get right back to work. The angle here was a little better and easier, and now that she'd gotten him prepared, it didn't take much to work that tongue back into him, lips pressed against the slightly-stretched flesh of his tailhole as she dug back in, fluttering and wriggling against his squeezing and tensing, her panting mirroring that of the dog in front of her.

Though the fun wasn't just in seeing how deep she could bury her tongue into his ass. Not all the fun, at least; she enjoyed the stretching, both of his muscles around her tongue and of her trying to dig deep into that warm, squeezing flesh, hot and slick and moist, but what she really wanted... she slid two fingers, wet with her own arousal, back out of her own body and didn't even bother to wipe them off before she cupped Barul's hefty balls in that paw, spreading her own scent around in his short fur there. The same heat that twinged under his tail and around her tongue also emanated there, and she could feel his pulse in the same rhythm.

Hefty indeed. She couldn't fit both of them into that one palm. So, she didn't even try: Kay slid her tongue back out of the deep, wet kiss, once again swallowing down the taste and slick of his tailhole, though kept her lips pressed and pursed against him - and moved that other paw smoothly up the underside of his body, fingerpads grazing over the softer fur of his sheath. Already it felt plump and bulged, with the tapered tip of his cock protruding from the end and the first swell of his knot right at the base.

With the size of this beast, though, it wasn't exactly an easy task to cup him like this and keep her muzzle in place. Actually, it gave her no choice but to move in closer, deeper; she tilted her head to the side and started to work her tongue along the side of his tailhole, pushing across over the wrinkled flesh and sliding, sinking into him, the wolf taking hungry breaths in small spaces between those kisses of hers.

Her own slickness met and melded with the dog's, that almost greasy sort of liquid musk that clung to the flesh of his cock. He pulsed, and twitched, and then started to thrust fervently into her paw as she wrapped her fingers as much as she could around him and squeezed, lower body pushing forward between those fingers and then jerking back - to press his tailhole right back against her waiting muzzle.

The two of them remained locked here for what felt like several moments, Kay's paw squeezing and relaxing around the feral's girth, steadily sliding his slick sheath back with each stroke back and thrust forward - until she could feel the bulge of that knot underneath her fingerpads, and put in the little extra force to roll that skin back behind it. That was what knocked down the rest of Barul's walls: Kay's ears flicked forward to the sound of his panting, and he started to churn his hips down into the air in front of him against the paw squeezing at his growing knot, fingers spread around the back of the pulsing flesh.

The wolf swallowed again - and then again, and again; that slick stickiness clung to her throat, warm and heady, thick like honey and not quite as sweet - and before she really knew what she was doing, ducked down and crawled her way beneath the dog. Once she felt that heavy sack dragging along her shoulder and upper back, the thought entered her mind whether there would be enough room for her under here... and then just as soon as that worry came up did it then depart, with her on all fours beneath the beast's heaving chest, and the heavy wet heat of his full shaft throbbing beside the base of her tail.

Should've known it would be fine. Barul _did_come up to about the center of her chest, after all, not counting her ears. Down like this, it was difficult to know what she was doing especially beneath his fervent thrusting, so once she reached back and slid her fingers along that wet length again, she just... went by feeling, guiding that soft tapered tip down beneath her tail, further down towards her thighs, giving him a squeeze to keep him from humping too hard, making sure he was lined up...

...and then she relinquished all control, and almost regretted it. Almost. That first thrust jerked her forward and forced her to grit her teeth and suck in a gasp, all at the same time; then the second came, and the third, and the fourth, each one with hardly enough space in between for her to breathe or adjust her position. Barul went fast and hard at her, not caring about and probably not even noticing Kay's little gasps and grunts and groans in response to the considerable thickness and length that repeatedly sank into her.

Hot little flashes of lightning-sharp pleasure rippling through her; she bit her lower lip, squeezed her eyes shut, tried to balance on one paw with her other making its way right back down between her legs, that same pair of fingers now working over her clit while Barul pounded down into her. Another car went by on the road nearby - but Kay couldn't hear it beneath her own moans and the hot, heavy panting of this dog above her.

She could still taste him on her breath. Quite strongly, actually: every time she swallowed that rich musk came back to her, and every time she licked her lips, she felt that stickiness still clinging to the fur around her mouth. Not that she could keep it closed for long, though: her arm refused to hold her up, and instead, she rested her muzzle sideways against it in the grass, backside hiked up into the air with the feral dog continuing to pound away at her, breeding her into the ground, making her squirm and moan and gasp and-

Right there, she couldn't tell whether it was her own orgasm or his that resulted in the few bursts of hot liquid down along her thighs, and her lower belly. Her other arm started to ache from the speed with which she worked herself, though that annoyance faded beneath the shaky energy of her climax. Barul didn't even think of slowing right there, and maybe the extra wetness just urged him on further: Kay couldn't move beneath his weight and his arousal, and she didn't really want to, either. Just as her wrist started to slow, just as she became dimly aware of a puddle of gathering drool in the fur of her other arm beneath her head, that electric energy built up in her abdomen yet again and - she forced her rump back up and against the dog's lower belly to get him as deep inside her as he could, bulge of his knot pressing firmly against her slit once he brought her over her second peak, so close after her first. Those thrusts had taken on a slick, wet slapping sound between the two, and now, the finally slowed... but still Barul didn't pull out.

Kay had to do that herself, and it was more from an echoing lack of energy to keep herself up than anything else. Panting just as heavily as him, she swallowed - throat was dry now, but still laden with his taste - and pulled herself forward... then gasped again when his cock pulled free of her, splashing that mixture of both of their arousals up across her back. Now she could definitely feel that leaking from between her thighs, and a quick glance down beneath her body verified that: a glistening, sticky pool had started to grow in the grass directly beneath the two of them, with Barul's red-fleshed and twitching cock emptying out the last of his load in a few weak spurts.

After a few moments, and with considerably effort, the wolf managed to lift herself back up to all fours - and bumped her head against the underside of Barul's chest, which the dog took as a cue to move. He awkwardly stepped back away from her, which gave her room to roll back onto her rump and just sit there for a moment, still dripping into the cool grass beneath her. The sky had pitched into the blue-black of night, already with more stars visible than she'd ever seen back home.

She would've liked to catch her breath, but apparently Barul had other things in mind. Just as Kay spread her legs in that position (it was the most comfortable way to sit), the big dog twitched his nose with tasting the air, then pushed that nose down to the source of the scent he found... and worked his tongue on her slit the same way she'd done hers on his tailhole, if a bit sloppier. Her breath caught in her throat a few times, sure, but that wasn't quite what she'd had in mind. Through hazy eyes, she could still see his tail swaying behind him. So after a total of four miles run today, and all of that, he still had a bit of energy left in him.

It was going to be a long weekend.