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Selene Dalca, a 24 year-old wolfcat, takes her usual evening walk through the neighborhood, wandering towards the apartment complex where her best friend from childhood, Isolde Daae, lives with her two young cubs. The black and purple female takes her time, enjoying the cool evening breeze signaling the end of summer when she hears shouting coming from the second floor where her friend is. Pausing with a heavy sigh, she flicks her five tails in anticipation, knowing Isolde is currently having a fight with her boyfriend of two years, a wonderfully friendly red, white, and silver husky named Yasha Volkov. Sure enough, seconds later a frustrated howl echoes through the hallway and footsteps stomp heavily down the stairs as the handsome, slightly scruffy, husky male emerges from the apartment in a rage. Selene clears her throat, startling him and causing him to look over at her before recognition flashes across his face.

"Selene, I didn't see you there. Are you out for your evening walk, or did you need Isolde for something?" Yasha inquires, earning a soft sigh from the wolfen female. Selene walks over to her friend, having grown close to him over the last year or so due to similar upbringing and taste in music,to gently hug him.

"I was actually out walking, but I could hear her yelling at you from the street, so I decided to wait and see if you needed rescuing. Best friend or not, I can't approve of her treating you like that, I've seen ferals in the pound treated with more care than she treats you." Selene explains, her voice wavering as she feels pity for her best friend's mate. Her pity is mixed with rage a moment later as she sees the black leather collar around his neck.

"Yasha, did she put that thing on you?" Selene questions, her voice barely containing her anger at such an action. Yasha nods solemnly, knowing Selene's distaste for such things on an anthro. Though considered necessary for ferals, collaring an anthro is an act reserved for cultures where mating gifts are akin to ownership papers.

"Yeah, I've had it since the last time I was late getting back to her from work. She threw a fit thinking I was banging Marill of all people. She told me that if I ever left the house, I'd have to wear it, so people know I'm taken." Yasha states, causing Selene to giggle at the fact that the entire Pack knows Marill is asexual and has zero desire to be with anybody. The mere thought of Yasha somehow convincing the arctic fox to share his bed is laughable.

"Did she think you hypnotized her or something? I mean she's not really into anybody, and you remind her of that one dude." Selene replies, shuddering at the thought her best friend would really be so possessive as to accuse Yasha of sleeping with their least likely friend. Yasha just grunts in frustration and walks towards the old grey truck parked on the curb outside the apartment.

"Yo, are you going to continue your walk, or would you like me to drive you home? She told me to get out, so I left and have no intention of going back until around midnight, so I'm free if you don't have anywhere you'd rather be." Yasha's hopeful glance is enough to persuade Selene and she grins before hopping into the passenger seat of the truck, pushing aside some food wrappers and old papers.

"I thought you cleaned this truck." Selene mutters, just loud enough for Yasha to hear her. The red husky laughs and then turns the key, causing almost deafening music to blast through the speaker and resulting in Selene pinning her ears against her skull in pain.

"Well I did, but obviously it didn't last long. I'm more impressed that you didn't scream when I turned the key like you usually do." Yasha narrowly dodges the punch from his wolfen passenger before hearing her annoyed sigh.

"Well, first off, I like this song." Selene hums, tapping her foot in rhythm as her tails wag against the seat. After only a few short minutes, some friendly banter, and a few shrieks of fear as the husky almost runs a red light through the back windshield of a silver minivan, they reach the two bedroom house, pulling into the driveway where a navy blue sedan is parked. Selene had bought the car as a replacement for the one she had as a teenager, totaling it after another car hit her and very nearly ended her ability to walk.

"You coming in with me? I'll even give you a soda if you'd like." Selene purrs, trying to be friendly after the night her companion has had. A grin crosses the husky's face and he follows the wolfcat into her house, taking note of the contrast between the small house and the tiny apartment where his mate lives.

"I know, forgive the clutter, I was doing research." Selene explains apologetically, quickly gathering several of the books scattered across the kitchen table and throwing them haphazardly onto the shelf above the computer desk. Yasha merely shrugs and opens the fridge, taking out a bottle of his favorite soda and settling down to drink it. Selene joins him a moment later, perching in her usual spot on the armrest of the sofa in the living room, earning a soft chuckle from the husky at her feline behavior. Selene tosses a small paperback book at him, causing his chuckle to erupt into deep laughter.

"I didn't know you were into this kind of thing, Sel." Yasha teases as he holds up the book, written by a well known author. Selene's face glows with a vivid blush, allowing Yasha to grab her waist while she's distracted and pull her backwards into his lap.

"That was fighting dirty, crazy dog." Selene growls playfully, looking up at him with a heavy blush still evident on her face as he only smirks down at her with gleaming fangs. For a moment the two of them pause, Selene's heart hammering like a drum as she realizes the position she's currently in. Seconds pass, and she closes her eyes tightly, hoping Yasha doesn't notice, but the feel of his muzzle pressing against hers snaps them open. Unsure whether to fight him or enjoy the kiss, Selene's body decides for her, and she ends up moaning softly, arching her back before Yasha breaks the kiss with a soft chuckle.

"Yasha, why?" Selene questions, her emerald eyes wide as she relaxes back into Yasha's lap. The red husky shrugs, a smile still plastered on his muzzle.

"Because, you're beautiful. Because Isolde won't let me touch her. Because I want to do more than just kiss you. Shall I go on?" Yasha replies, his voice low and gravelly with desire as Selene feels a throbbing bulge in his pants. Rising from her spot, Selene walks towards her room, her tails waving behind her and calling to the husky still seated on the sofa.

Upon entering her room, Selene discards her clothing, tossing it hastily into the pile of laundry on the closet floor. Yasha soon follows, discarding his shirt and pants, leaving him in only underwear as he watches the now naked wolf girl fanning her tails behind her on the bed and playing with her nipples, pretending to ignore the very torn husky letting out soft whimpers at the foot of her bed.

"Yasha, don't worry. If you do this, I will never tell a soul." Selene's words have their desired effect and Yasha moves on top of her, his underwear removed to reveal the glistening ruby tip of his cock and a very heavy white sheath capping a fuzzy sack containing a pair of apple-sized balls, swollen with seed after weeks of not being used.

"Selene, you smell so good. Are you in heat?" Yasha questions, positioning his head at the wolf's opening, tasting her and finding her to be sweet with a hint of apples. Selene only nods, her scent intensifying as she throws her head back and lets out a breathy moan. Yasha purrs into Selene's sex, causing shivers to run up the wolfcat's spine and a yowl to echo in her throat.

"Please, Yasha, I need this so bad right now!" Her cry of need doesn't go unanswered as the red husky moves over her, his hands taking hers and pinning them above her as he aims his dripping length and with a single thrust, sends all of it into her depths. Yasha snarls in pleasure as his throbbing cock bottoms out inside Selene, the tapered head kissing her cervix with every thrust, slowly battering it open until his knot begins to swell in his sheath.

Yasha, please, I need you to knot me, make me your bitch, make me yours! I need it hard, rough and now!" Selene yowls, cut short by Yasha's hand moving across her muzzle and holding it shut as he begins ramming harder and faster inside her, pulling her forward into his thrusts by her sealed jaws.

"Good bitches don't talk, they bark." Yasha snarls, roughly nibbling Selene's ear with his gleaming fangs. Eyes widening, Selene lets out a muffled gasp at her companion's sudden roughness before the red male rips himself out of her.

"Turn over. I need my bitch on all fours." His growl makes Selene moan softly, having confided long ago that despite being the Alpha of their little Pack, she wants nothing more than to feel a powerful male on top of her, breeding her like a feral. Blushing heavily, she rolls onto her belly, rising halfway before Yasha's hand swings into her butt, delivering a series of rough smacks that flatten her fur and leave her hips stinging. Yasha notices every time his hand makes contact, the wolfcat's impressive breasts jiggle beneath her, sending throbs of pleasure down his already fully hard and dripping length. Something inside him snaps at the display, Selene's tails flagged and her opening dripping, just begging to be taken as she whimpers and whines like a feral dog, her fingers reaching back and teasing her own opening as he smacks her. Finally it's too much and he growls and lunges forward, pinning her to the bed.

"That's for being naughty and teasing me, Selene. You think I haven't noticed you? Every time you're in heat you find a reason to wave your tails in my face, rubbing against me every time you have the chance, coming over when you know I'm alone. Were you hoping I'd do this, huh? Were you hoping Isolde would leave me? Just so you could get me to yourself for this. Do you want my pups inside you? Do you want me to breed my bitch?" Yasha's growls rumble in his chest and through Selene's back as he drapes himself over her, his cock achingly hard against her overheating core. His hands find their way to her throat and he gives a gentle squeeze, causing his friend and now lover to tilt her head back, giving him the opportunity to nibble and lick at her throat. Even though he knows he's crossed a line with his dirty talk, he can feel Selene moaning and arching against his body, her tails writhing behind her and over his back as he stays on top of her, his length dripping pre onto the blankets below.

"Please, Alpha, I need you to breed me, I want your pups, I want your knot, I want you to put out my heat!" Selene barks after every sentence, a low whining yowl finishing her plea as Yasha roughly bites her ear and causes her to yelp, taking the opportunity to shove his entire length and knot into her with a single thrust, causing the wolfcat to see stars.

"Such a tight, willing bitch. I can feel you cum, Selene. I can feel you milking my shaft. God you're tight. Are you ready to have my babies? Because I'm about to fuck you until there's no doubt you're going to get pregnant." Yasha snarls, his claws digging sharply into Selene's furred hips, pulling her against him with short jackhammering thrusts, not removing his swollen knot from her pussy. Selene can feel her peak building up into an explosive force and she snaps her jaws into the pillow below her, howling as her body convulses in pleasure, squeezing Yasha's knot impossibly tight and sending the male over the edge with her.

"Fuck, Selene, I'm gonna cum, you're such a good girl, such a good bitch, that's it, cum for your Alpha. Milk my knot, bitch." The red male mutters as his balls draw up and send pulses of his virile seed into Selene's fertile womb, painting her inner walls white as his teeth find her shoulder and dig in, drawing blood and marking her as his.

"Yasha! That's my Alpha, breed me, breed your bitch, make me have your pups. Fuck I needed this." Selene barks, a soft moan finishing her comment as she feels her womb expanding from the force of Yasha's seed spilling into her. As she settles down from her release, she notices Yasha has a feral grin on his face, accented by drops of her blood from biting her shoulder on his lip.

"There's one more thing I need to do to make sure you know who your Alpha is, Selene. You should remember, you know how ferals claim what's theirs." Yasha purrs, grinding his length deeper into Selene's overly sensitive and thoroughly filled passage, causing his knot to rub her into a sensitive frenzy. Selene realizes what he intends to do and moans, clenching down on his length gently as he grips her hips and kneads them gently. A few seconds pass before Selene feels a sudden warmth blossoming in her depths and feels her womb expanding more, this time filled with Yasha's golden stream, marking her inside as something only he can touch.

"Fuck Yasha, I can feel you filling me, you saved this up to mark me didn't you, naughty Husky." Selene mock scolds, moaning loudly as Yasha continues pissing inside her, his knot preventing any of it from splashing back out and his tip aiming the stream directly into her seeded womb.

"So what if I did? I've been wanting to claim you since you first began putting on your little displays and were telling me how you just crave to be treated like a feral bitch. Just don't go falling in love with me now, you know my heart belongs only to Isolde." His words are like a slap in the fact to Selene and she can't hide the scowl on her face.

"And deprive my dear friend of her plaything? I would never. Especially after she collared you like some kind of feral pound mutt." Selene snarls, jaws clicking in time with her gasps as Yasha lazily humps against her, grinding his knot against her sensitive opening. Selene clenches her inner muscles, eliciting a keening whine from Yasha's throat.

"You know this is going to make one hell of a mess." Selene whispers, her tails puffing out as once again the husky hits a sensitive place inside her depths. Yasha lets out a sharp bark of laughter before gently moving so he can reach down beneath the bed. As he draws his hand back up, a fluffy towel is clasped in his grip.

"Don't act like this is the first time you've thought of doing this, Selene. I know you far too well for that. You keep this here specifically to clean up the mess if one of your playthings should allow you to indulge this fantasy of yours." He murmurs, a growl echoing from her throat as he calls her out. Genuinely afraid for a moment that he's managed to offend her, relief washes over him as he looks at her pouting expression.

"You take the fun out of everything, don't ya, dog breath." She comments, still pouting like a cub. Yasha leans in and gently licks Selene's neck, causing her to drop her pout and shiver as the seal is broken, Yasha's knot deflating and allowing his golden pool to flow from within her depths. He's quick, moving the towel to catch the seeping stream, withdrawing completely from within her once he's sure none will leak onto the bed. After he's certain that every drop is secured in the towel, he moves from the bed to throw it into the laundry sink, returning to find Selene on her back, looking at him pleadingly.

"You promise you won't let her find out about this?" Selene whispers, needing the reassurance from her friend, normally incapable of being serious for more than a couple seconds. Yasha nods, his grin replaced with a half-smile and his eyes showing concern.

"You don't need to worry, babe. I won't tell her. You can trust me. Besides, you could take her in a fight, last time I tried, she broke one of my disc games and tried to use it like a shuriken." Yasha tries to joke, but it only serves to concern Selene more. She crosses her arms and pouts more obviously.

"Yasha, I told you before, I don't care if she's my best friend, she can't keep treating you like that." Selene snarls, both concerned for his wellbeing and at the worsening behavior of her friend. Yasha shakes his head and nuzzles under Selene's chin, cuddling with her on the bed.

"I was only joking about that, Sel. She did break the game, and tried to throw the pieces at me, but to be fair, it was one of her games, and she completely missed." His words still aren't enough to pacify the wolfcat and she growls angrily.

"Can we just stop talking about her for now? Every time one of us mentions her, it only serves to ruin the mood and piss me off." Selene mutters, stroking the husky's fur as he rests his head on her chest, his ear tickled by the fluffy patch of fur between her breasts.

"Sure thing, babe." He whispers, content with being petted by his friend. They talk for a while longer, having conversations about new music albums that just got released, which areas have the best hunting grounds, and what Selene's new job will likely bring in the future. Finally, the alarm on Yasha's mobile echoes through Selene's bedroom and alert the pair that his time is running short.

"Back to the cage then, love?" Selene purrs, trying hard not to sound disappointed as Yasha begins putting his clothes back on and pauses to make sure the blood from biting Selene isn't still staining his muzzle. Selene growls softly as she watches her friend's tail slip out before the door closes and sits on her bed, pouting for several minutes before deciding to wander off to read her books. Several minutes after Selene has begun reading, her mobile rings on the nightstand where it was abandoned before Yasha joined her. Sighing softly as she sees the message is from him, she unlocks her phone.

"Had a great time, do it again soon?" The message causes Selene to blush as she reads it, still smiling as she runs her claws through her now messy hair. Hastily she types back a response, hitting send before flopping onto her back on the bed, the book forgotten at her side for the time being.

"Though it is never meant to be, we could do this all the time, if you were mine." She whispers, before turning off the lights and closing her eyes to sleep, her tails curling around her body like a warm cocoon.