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Fred always believed himself to be an alpha wolf; the way that he lived made that evident, whether it was his presence as the life of every party he hosted, the way that he orchestrated every moment of every social plan, or the lead that he took every time he and Jesse were out and about.

That extended into the bedroom quite naturally, but in Fred's mind, every alpha wolf should have a pack to call his own, and much to his delight, Jesse wasn't offering any objections to the new addition they'd acquired over the last weekend.

Justine, for her own new role, was settling in quite nicely in the household, never having gone back to her own home after the party. When she woke on the kitchen floor, she remembered every detail of the previous night vividly, and any frustrations she had left about being turned into a wolf bitch had faded away in her restful sleep.

She was just excited about earning her keep in the slowly growing pack that Fred was trying to establish, and her alpha wasn't complaining about waking up to home cooked meals and some friendly competition every morning.

"Jesse's sleeping in," Justine greeted Fred in her own, unique way as the male wolf came down the stairs and into the large kitchen where they'd first mated. "If I actually bothered to make her any breakfast, it would nearly be cold by now."

"You two are gonna have to learn to play nice," Fred rolled his eyes, but he was smiling all the same as he walked across the tiles. Justine was still leaning over the stove, putting the finishing touches on Fred's meal and wearing an apron to keep the mess out of her fur; she knew it was cliché, but she conveniently forgot to wear anything underneath it.

Her tail was already slightly lifted to his presence, and it only continued to rise as she felt him coming closer, her ears perked and flickering to the sound of his claws tacking upon the floor. "I've never been good at playing nice with others," she admitted, giving a gentle push back against Fred's thighs. "When I get my claws into something I want, I tend to get a little possessive..."

Every bit as much as Fred expected Justine to be mostly naked when he came down for breakfast, she was fully expecting to feel his member gliding between the cheeks of her rump as she eased it toward him. "You might want to start taking notes...no one's got big enough claws to keep me down for long," Fred claimed. "Especially not a little beta like you."

The teasing roll of her hips could have been brought to a halt easily; Fred was the larger canine by far, and though he thought about spearing her on his length right off the bat, he instead rocked back and forth on his heels, easing the very tip of his cock up to the base of her tail and rubbing the shaft against the supple part of her rump.

Even when she meant to tease him, Fred was the one who put Justine on edge, as she nearly forgot about the warmth of the stovetop. "If you're really gonna keep forcing me to prove myself, you can't complain when I wear you out too much for the rest of your little pack."

"You really think you can back up that kind of talk?"

Justine took the opportunity to bump her backside against Fred, firm enough that it knocked his tilted member from the curve of her ass. A quick throb left the tip settled between her thighs, poking delicately at the crest of her folds, but sensing he might try and take her just like that, she rolled her hips to the front once more, forcing him to work a little harder than he was used to.

"We both know that I can, Fred. I'm just trying to throw my weight around a little bit and get my way."

"You don't have any weight to throw around," Fred corrected her, finally placing a paw on her shoulder and forcing her to bend at the hip. Her folds parted around the tip of his eager flesh as her backside was forced out, but even that was nothing more than a tease as he just started to penetrate her body, only to hesitate before the head of his cock was fully immersed. "You're more a ragdoll than a proper bitch...not that I can't make good use of such a slender body."

"Like I'd let you take me so easily after that kind of talk?!"

Fred snickered and pumped half of his length into her cunt with ease, forcing her legs to spread as they quivered with delight. "Like you can stop me, for one...and like you aren't loving every second of this wakeup call..."

"I'm t-the one who woke you up!"

"Doesn't change the fact that you're glad that you did."

Justine flattened her ears and groaned, dropping the spatula from her paw as another powerful thrust forced her to grip the edge of the oven. "Could you be anymore f-fucking arrogant about that?"

"I'm sure I could try."

"Just knew you were gonna say that..."

Fred thought of taking a cheap shot at her tailhole and asking if she knew that it was coming, but as half of his length came to rest within the heavenly grip of her sex, he thought better of it, at least for the moments to follow.

Newly transformed and still somewhat inexperienced, Justine couldn't keep up with her own libido. Inner walls were still desperately tight after just a few romps, and though she wasn't quite as talented as some of Fred's other lovers at squeezing with them, she knew how to throw her hips back with the best of the best, often forcing the alpha of the house to penetrate her with a deeper reach than she could actually handle.

She'd come to greatly appreciate the tender soreness that followed a morning like this one.

"I guess I'm getting predictable already," Fred pretended to worry. "Perhaps I should throw you a curveball and stop, instead?"

"Oh, d-don't you fucking dare-

"No, I think that's probably a better idea. Guess I'd better just pull back out," he was intent on teasing her as his hips went still, forcing her to bump back at his crotch with sexual frustration. Easing himself away slowly, she was only able to capture the tip of his cock for a moment before he was out of reach again, with a paw placed firmly on her back to keep her from getting what she really wanted. "I don't want you to get bored of me after just a couple days!"

Justine was biting back on every urge to grab the pan from the stove. She could just imagine how satisfying it would be to slap him across the chops with it, but as claws raked over the edge of the oven handle, she thought better of it, believing she could out last Fred.

Somewhere in her mind, she believed that she could turn the tables on him and gain the upper hand, but when his paw drifted over her side and tickled her ribs, she trembled on weakening knees and waited for him to spear her once more.

The slow draw of his claws over the underside of her modest bosom should have been the precursor to a thrust that would send her over the edge, but instead, she felt the sensation leave as fast as it came, followed by his digits gripping a dial on the front of the stove.

"The eggs were starting to burn."

Just like that, he was drifting back away from her again, leaving Justine to flatten her ears and groan as her backside wagged with desire that she couldn't hope to control. "You are such a pain the ass!"

"Don't go giving me ideas, Justine."

For the first time, she was nervous about the grip that fell to her hips, as Fred held her steady once more. "You...y-you wouldn't."

"You know me better than that by now," the larger wolf stood firmly behind her once more and brushed the tip of his member against her exposed tailhole, drizzling precum into the warm birth of her pucker. "Giving me an idea and then challenging me? It's like you want me to destroy your ass..."

I mean, I guess I'm not opposed to the idea, Justine thought, before cursing her inner dialogue for changing faster than she could keep up with it.

"That's the last thing I'd want."

The response she came up with wasn't any better at hiding her true intentions, and Fred's arrogance was well deserved as he gave a subtle jab forth, using her own liquid arousal to ease the threat of penetration. "You seem to think I've forgotten everything I knew about you before you changed," he murmured. "Your mannerisms are almost exactly the same as they were before...which means you're just too proud to beg me to go a little deeper."

"Get ­fucked, Fred."

"I'm trying to, but you're a little tighter than I thought you'd be."

He had an answer for everything, but worse still, Justine was loving his mannerisms and struggling to keep genuine anger at him. "Didn't think that'd really be a problem for a big, strong alpha," she did her best to taunt him right back, even when she was sure that she'd be paying for it later.

She still wasn't sure if she found favor with the act, or the soreness that came later...but both were certainties.

"It would have been too easy to pull back and make you wait a little longer," Fred's weight shifted, pushing the head of his length past the initial resistance of a virgin tailhole. "And a lot less fun than making you eat your words."

Justine's grip nearly ripped the handle right off the oven door, proving that she'd bitten off more than she could chew, but she'd put Fred in a tough spot; he knew how badly she wanted that penetration, but knew just as well that she wasn't ready for what she was getting into.

Now that he'd gotten a taste, however, her grimacing face and gritted teeth weren't enough to stop him from carrying on.

"Thrust into my ass one more time, and you're g-gonna have trouble eating anything for a while," she did all that she could to stay tough in the face of Fred's onslaught, but she was ready for him to take things a step further. She knew that egging him on didn't guarantee anything would happen, but in her desperation, she didn't have any other choice, as the residual effects of the heated wolfess cocktail kept her needing a sexual thrill more than food, water, sleep, or even air.

That overwhelming need made it easy for her to suck in a deep gasp and release it in the form of a whimpering cry as Fred plunged forth once more, crashing his hips into small, soft rump. "You've got the funniest way of begging for things," Fred was snickering as he watched the shaft of his manhood disappear between the smooth, delicate curve of his new beta. "And the t-tightest little ass I've ever fucked...how could you keep a secret like that from me?"

Justine was in the middle of rolling her eyes when they winced shut again. "I've only been l-like this for three days; how the hell c-could I have known?"

"I don't think this part of you really changed all that much. Pretty sure you've known how tight it was for a while, now."

"So you've been thinking about it since before I changed?"

"And now I'm reaping the rewards of my research...you're not complaining, are you?"

It was only then that Justine caught onto his games, as she curled her lips into a smirk to tease him, but immediately hesitated to go any further.

If he stopped this far along because of her complaints, she'd never forgive herself.

"Just shut up and f-fuck me, Fred."

"Betas aren't allowed to give orders, you know."

Her tail curled down around the base of his spine and coaxed a delicate shiver out of his body. "Hey, if you don't want to stretch my ass, that's your business...but after all the trouble you went to, I didn't think you'd need any gentle reminders."

Turning the tables on her alpha was only enough to earn Justine another delicate push, but it was enough to leave her thighs quivering as Fred carried on, knowing that he wouldn't be able to play games with her much longer.

Even those slow, probing thrusts were enough to bring him near the edge of a climax so early in the morning, but now that she was adjusting, he was done going easy on her.

"You're right...now is no time to be gentle," Fred's words lingered on her ears with a curious weight as she held still for another pump. "Probably a better time to see what you can _really_handle."

Ever used to being on top with her previous sexual partners, Justine had given the advice of simply relaxing to more women than she could remember.

Now that she was on the receiving end of it, biting down on her lip and tensing up felt a more natural reaction, as her inner muscles clenched down on a harsh, powerful thrust. Hips gently slapped against a tender ass and left Justine grasping at the edge of the stove once more, but as Fred neared the very capacity of her depths, the beta wolfess found a certain pleasure in knowing that she wasn't quite a perfect fit for Fred.

She was just a little bit too small, and her tight, welcoming orifice should have leveled the playing field...but the more pleasure she milked from the larger wolf, the tighter his grip became on her shoulders, until she felt more pain from the grasp of his claws against her flesh than she did from the blissfully stretched muscles of her tailhole.

"You can g-go a little harder," she told him, but immediately she realized her mistake; the ram from Fred's hips was stronger than she'd expected, a silent punishment for trying to take the reins from him once more. Where a slow, distant pace had carried them along this far, Justine was subject to another deep thrust almost immediately, as Fred embraced the alpha spirit that he could never fully quell.

Her mind fondly remembered the initial stretch...but she couldn't imagine it carrying the same level of pleasure that came with a series of harsh, choppy passes, each one keeping her walls stretched to the very limit of what they could handle and sending errant precum down to the floor, joining her trickling arousal in a puddle on the kitchen floor.

It almost seemed a waste for her to be so wet without those juices being used, but the pair showed how deep their wavelength truly was, as Fred's spare paw cupped her pubic mound and dipped a finger inside, slipping it through her pouted folds with such ease that she was wiggling her backside and whimpering for another digit within seconds.

She didn't have to use her playful whims any longer; their games and banter only served to interfere with the animalistic panting and rapid pace they shared.

When the fancy layers were all stripped away, all that was left was the essence of the carnal act, and in the kitchen, all other wants and needs were ignored for the mutual fulfillment of a climax. A pair of digits pumped so fast that Fred's wrist became tired and sore, but that burning sensation was easily ignored when the entirety of his shaft was being clenched by inner walls that were finally starting to learn the extent of their skills.

The next cry, delayed as it was, couldn't have been anything other than what it was.

"I t-think I'm gonna cum, Fred...I c...c-can't stop it!"

Though she'd only been in her new body for a few days, Justine never much considered the kind of pleasure that could be derived from being taken in her tailhole. She only ever considered the new womanhood that she'd been blessed with, and how much fun it was to manipulate those delicate petals in the morning to the memory of the previous night's lustful dreams.

To have both passages teased so deeply was a special pleasure all its own, but there was a very thick line between a firm, hard fuck and a domineering one.

Fred crossed into that line with ease and took Justine along with him as his torso leaned over her back. Hips pounded into her so rapidly that she dropped from the oven and collapsed to her knees, but even as she did, he stayed right over the top of her and pounded her haunches, keeping her tailhole spread and her womanhood satisfied with such desperation that it nearly frightened her.

Beyond that fear, however, there was excitement that left a streak of feminine juices to spray across the kitchen tiles, and an internal grasp that she couldn't possibly hope to control or stop.

"Pleasing your alpha without being asked...maybe you d-do have what it takes after all..." Fred could only grunt as he nearly buried his new beta, clenching his fangs into her shoulder once more only when he knew he couldn't keep from crying out with orgasmic delight.

The low growl from the back of his throat rumbling against her ear, and the deep, inescapable heat of his seed coursing into her asshole were better than any moan he ever could have forced, and the slow trickle of that mess as it poured down from her stretched asshole and soaked into her thighs were finally enough to ease the desperate desires of her heat...but only long enough for her to rest her face against the cool, comforting tiles with a new sense of knowledge.

I'll never be able to get enough of him...that still wasn't enough!