{"sf1_id":2246935,"sf2_id":"4nAgk4Ne","title":"Pack Dynamics","author":"The Brain of Lazarus","words":7143,"posted_at":"2025-04-27T02:18:19.000Z","tags":["Ass","Big Boobs","Breast Sex","Collar","Cowgirl","Creampie","HMOFA","Human","Humping","Incest","M/F","Nude","Nudity","Oral","Piercings","Rough","Rough Language","Size Difference","Stepbrother","Stepsister","Straight","Tits","Vaginal","Wolf","hips"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2246935-pack-dynamics","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAgk4Ne","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2b/0f/2b0f4ff2-fada-40a2-a46b-0045c73bea03","description":"Okay, and we're back!  \n  \nUh, so have another little diddy of this estranged triangle! Kinda felt the momentum, so kept going! This story continues the little affair of Hux and his two stepwolf sisters, Gwenn and Jackie. In this particular story, Hux's has to come to terms with being \"leader\" of a pack, and what that means to Gwenn and Jackie. Enjoy!","content":"**Pack Dynamics**\n\n**By Laz Briar**\n\nApplewood's been seein' a lot of changes. On his short commute back home, Hux watched his little town shift over the years. Used to be pretty quiet. Not much infrastructure, took em' _forever_ just to get basic shit set up like feasible internet and an actual supermarket. Like a tedious drip feed, more chain restaurants blossomed like concrete pustules. More roads, more traffic, more people, more confining apartment blocs. Applewood had a lot of land, and the corporate powers that be _wanted_ it. Shook down forests, blanketed them with asphalt and advertisements.\n\nExample? Way out near Oakburough, a massive power plant was under construction. Third-party name, _Kervesky Energy\u0026nbsp;and Utilities_, drew up plans and scraped open ancient rock and centuries-old flora to establish its foundation, where ugly black spires of scaffolded metal peered up through the horizon dotted by fluttered red lights married to noise. Lotsa' noise. Job promises, of course, in the thousands, putting a fat ol' target on Applewood for other utility investors, morphing and warping the otherwise untouched county. Like, whatever, Hux wasn't gonna' bemoan opportunity. Part of him hoped he might hop into that, get outta' his job as a shift lead for Dugout Donuts.\n\nBut, man, lookin' around didn't inspire confidence. Big money, sure, but not back into the town. There were a dozen new chain shops to spend your money, but few places to _make_ it. No parks, no public interest. And, to facilitate the predicted surge in population, more and more blocky apartment complexes were croppin' up left and right. It was getting cramped. Applewood had one thing going for it: space and natural beauty, from miles and miles of forests to wide swaths of farmland. Could breathe out here. All these new developments were changing that. For the better? Hah, was it _ever_ for the better?\n\nMore concerning was the deepening layers of surveillance. Around every other street corner, bulbous, spherical cameras were mounted on poles with glaring scarlet eyes, tracking, watching, collecting. The local municipal claimed it was for safety and to protect the growing interests of “high dollar investments,\" primarily KEU. So, watching folks like Hux, all the time. You'd see the cops in force these days too, feasting on bloated budgets with more patrol cars than ya' could shake a stick at. Didn't make Hux feel safer, just annoyed. Applewood wasn't the domain of a massive criminal enterprise, it was just a bunch of simple ass folk – no offense intended. Lots of retirees, old farmhands, local business owners, that type of shit.\n\nWell, it was. Influx of new people meant the economic landscape was shifting too, as was local interests. Did very little to settle Hux's periods of high anxiety. Feel like ya' could be gunned down, any second, any town.\n\nNewcomers weren't _bad,_ but Applewood just. . . wasn't the kinda place it was being sold as. A picturesque escape for someone tired of noisy city promising vast economic opportunities? As fuckin' if! It was “pretty\" because it didn't see a lot of development. At the rate of these changes, whole thing was about to become another brick-and-cement shithole.\n\nMade him think about the uncertain future. On his own he'd just shrug it off and make due, given that was his only choice. But 'recent developments' put a whole new complicated spin on things. . . _the girls._ His two stepsisters, wild chaotic wolf bitches wearing “fuck you don't tell me what to do\" proudly on their shoulders, probably wouldn't do well in the long-term. Their entire lifestyle was a mosaic of trouble and escape. Ma and pa instilled years of confinement and control on the trio, so naturally, the two big assed bitches flipped em off and did whatever. And now, Applewood was transforming into just that: control. Not in direct ways, but subtle ones. Where you went, how you spent your money, where you worked, where you lived. Give you enough to survive on, but not enough to _thrive,_ or _choose._\n\nState of the world. Nothing new.\n\nBut he had an obligation. His sisters were a new, strange, but welcome component of his world. He promised himself he'd take care of them, somehow. It was _a lot_ to figure out, and they had some concerning tendencies, like the drinking, and the guns. Normally, he wouldn't care, but the powers that be might not be so fond of two huge ass wolf girls struttin' around spinnin' a knife in their fingers. Applewood had more eyes to look, as it was.\n\nFar be it from Hux to tell his girls what to do, their free-spirited nature was part of their charm. Really, Hux kinda' envied them. They had the audacious confidence to be themselves, for better or worse. They wore their worldly disrespect with tails raised and noses in the air, spittin' off one big “fahk you\" to anybody who might tell them otherwise. That and – being a pair of brick shithouse wolf bitches made it easier for em'. Hux was confined by responsibilities and his job, however. It gave him stability, yeah, but was it who _he_ was? Nah. Of course who he wanted to be Hux wasn't entirely sure.\n\nThen again, all that independence got you into trouble. Like it or not, rules were necessary, for survival's sake. If they were gonna' live with him, they had least had to respect a tenuous set of boundaries. Shit, hosting two wolf babes was already grounds to put his lease in danger, if they weren't careful.\n\nNow he wasn't gonna set curfews or lame shit like that. More like. . . he had the final say. They were bunking with him, using his cash, eating his food. And, that was fine, they were more than welcome to his hospitality as long as they needed, or _wanted._ But he had to take the lead role here. Scrawny little bro aside, he was the leader of this pack. Applewood was changing, and he had to figure a way through it.\n\nSo he told himself.\n\nDuring his daily break (absent of lust-drunk wolf gangs slobbering on his loins), Hux did a little research regarding pack dynamics. Ya' know, what it meant to be the “alpha wolf.\" Wasn't easy, that phrase scooted you right in the artificial space of rental-men hocking their super idealized versions of masculinity, and what it meant to be an “alpha.\" Really dumb shit. Products for the insecure and lost looking to take hold of some foregone sense of strength and identity.\n\nBut what he did find, toxic net spaces aside, was the “alpha wolf\" dynamic involved familial units. That was effectively it. The alpha was head of the den as a leader, provider, and guide. Technically, Hux fit that definition. And it was important Gwenn and Jakkie saw him that way. When Hux was a twerpy little human attending a Chimera dominant school, they stuck up for him. Now the roles were reversed. He had to shield _them_ from gruesome bad ends like poverty and violence.\n\nIt wasn't _too_ strange a thought. Fuck, his job had him managing people and customers. He wasn't perfect, but there were similar concepts in place: guide, teach, assist. And, a few things he picked up at work were the differences in Chimera and human reception to discipline or command. Okay, that sounded weird – rather, certain Chimera were instinctually preconditioned to respond better to requests, so to speak. Funny enough, made them real easy to get on with, sometimes better than humans. For instance, couple o' rat gals at work did _very_ well together, learned quick, and were pleasant, sociable. He didn't have to repeat himself or make sure they didn't wander off from their stations – most of the time. With Gwenn and Jakkie, maybe some of the biological rules were the same?\n\nCould be. Or could be wishful thinking on his part.\n\nEvening settled over Applewood, Hux cleaning off his shift about an hour “late.\" His little Civic passed through the backroads towards home – _The Habitat Apartments –_ winding through streets with visible foundations for construction visible in his peripheral. More shit he was eager to get away from.\n\nBy the time he parked at the lot, under Building 5, it was almost sundown. He noted, stepping out of the car, there was no sign of the girls' bruised up Buick Grand Royal. Hmm. He took off his hat and waded upstairs, shaking off the day's long fatigue. He switched his phone _off,_ ensuring nobody from the evening shift could pester him – cuz they liked to do that. If there were problems, he'd handle it tomorrow.\n\nStepping into the apartment, he was treated to the audible blare of his living room flatscreen. There, flopped on the couch, was Gwenn, resting on her side with her muzzle cheek propped in hand. She was, of course, indecent. One of her short black-tees, the torn up one, snugged her heavy front and rode up the midriff, her muscular abdomen exposed. No panties, like she'd forgot to wear em', or just didn't care.\n\n“Hehe, yeah, take it ya' dirty little bitch,\" he heard her mutter. On the screen was an extensive documentary, primarily about the mating habits of pre-Chimera wolves, how they formed coalition packs, and how they mated. A gentle voice narrated the binding of one wild pair, the male knotted into his selected female, with the narrator going on in detail about how they were “stuck\" for a long while.\n\n“No gettin' away, ya' lil' slut,\" cackled Gwenn, scratching her hip. As the door closed, her pointed ears flicked.\n\n“Liiiiiil broooo!\" she howled, wiggling her fingers at him. Hux glanced at the screen.\n\n“Gwenn,\" he said, voice hoarse with fatigue. “Doing some research, huh?\"\n\nHe set his hat down on the table as the wolfess gave a husky chuckle. “Ya' could say that. . .\"\n\nHux glanced around, realizing that Gwenn was here, but not Jakkie.\n\n“. . .wait, where's your better half?\"\n\nGwenn stuck out her pierced studded tongue. “Better? Bitch!\"\n\nShe waived her hand. “Gettin' us stocked up again, waterin' hole was runnin' dry. And I guess buyin' food too.\"\n\nGroceries? Yeah they were running a little low. And. . . with whose money?\n\n_Who do ya' think, man?_\n\nGuess the endless stockade of alcohol wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. Eh, one thing at a time then. The girls could hold their liquor, given their immense size disparity. Still, the influx of endless booze was just one of those things he wanted to curtail, at least to a _reasonable_ degree.\n\nHere, Gwenn gave a wide-mawed yawn, pushing herself up. She sat on the couch, her massive, fat haunches causing the smaller furniture to wheeze in protest. God, damn thing took up the whole cushion with her ass alone.\n\nHux took off his apron, hanging it up while he sat at one of the kitchen chairs. Well, kitchen was a liberal use of the word, more like, the space next to the standalone kitchen where he set up a small round table, overlooking the living room.\n\n“I take it you're doing better?\" he said, letting the exhaustion of the day fade from his body. His wolf stepsisters had shacked up with him for almost a week now, and they seemed to settle in okay. He had two rooms in the small apartment – one he had to turn into a makeshift bedroom for the pair. But frankly, because of their size, they sorta' lounged around wherever. And, mostly, it was with him, squished between the big gals despite his protests.\n\n“Much,\" Gwenn smirked. “'Specially now that you're back. Gets boooorin. Feel like fightin' something!\"\n\nHux blinked. It dawned on him that he wasn't just hosting adoptive family, these were two wild, hot blooded wolf bitches. Primal instinct – Chimera breeding aside – thrived in them. They needed to play, to eat, to have their needs fulfilled, and the cramped apartment wasn't the best for that. Less so Applewood, a place training natural splendor for confining industry.\n\n“No, let's not be doin' that,\" Hux warned. “I don't want you two getting into more trouble. That's gotta stop.\"\n\n“We're noooooooot!\" whined Gwenn. “Aruff, don't be such a killjoy!\"\n\nHux leaned back in his seat. “Hey, I _mean_ it.\"\n\nHe took on an authoritative tone, or tried to. Like an alpha, or whatever. “I told you two you can stay as long as you want, but if it's my paycheck, we gotta' keep it easy, alright?\"\n\nGwenn rolled her eyes, tugging at her shirt and snapping it against her hefty chest. The fabric _snapped_ and whacked her thick heaving tits together in playful display, obviously for the benefit of Hux.\n\n“What are you, my _boss_ now?\" she said, flipping him off.\n\n“Maybe.\"\n\nHe didn't want to be that, exactly. But perhaps it was a necessary component of this little arrangement. He also had no intention of lording over them with his money. But, if he let them do whatever, whenever, he'd be broke within a month.\n\nGwenn snorted. “Wehehel, listen to my lil' baby bro! What, ya' dick get bigger overnight?\"\n\nHux took off his shoes. “Is it _really_ so much to ask? We don't need the cops showin' up. No trouble.\"\n\nGwenn tossed her blonde bangs and long hair, giving her brother a once over. Her khaki fur shimmered against the plain apartment light, piercings glinting and Chimera-friendly tattoos granting her an exotic, appealing image. “Arf. Arooooo. Ugh.\"\n\nShe licked her chops. “Ya _really_ cute when ya' act like that, lil bro. Aw, wanna keep your big titty sisters out of trouuuuble?\"\n\n“As a matter of fact, yes.\"\n\nHer expression softened. She sighed. “Ew, ugh, fuck you. That's _really_ cute.\"\n\nOn one of the nightstands rest Gwenn's frightening, serrated knife. She flicked it into her hand with an expert, terrifying flair, spinning the grip between her digits. “Guess we ain't use to that.\"\n\nThe nature documentary continued in the background, lingering perhaps too long on a pair of wolves mating again, the male offering desperate humps until it cut to a seasonal change, where the mated couple started a new pack for themselves. Gwenn snickered.\n\n“Gawd that bitch took it aallllll,\" she cackled. “Got banged and bred!\"\n\nHux ignored it, for the moment. He was unwinding, and frankly, stress got him all riled up. Before the pair moved in, most of his nights were spent jerkin' it to take the edge off (literally). Didn't have time or interest or money for a committed relationship, not that had anyone looking his way. And now here his vulgar, fat assed wolf stepsisters, prancing around without a care in the world.\n\n“I told you I was gonna' look after you two,\" he said, arranging the subject back to Gwenn's comment.\n\nShe huffed, returning her attention to the knife, the deft spins causing the blade to whip in metallic shimmers.\n\n“Fahkin crazy hearin you say that,\" she groused. “Used t'be the opposite. All those punks giving you shit back in school. . . now you're yappin' on about watchin' out for us!\"\n\nHux shrugged. “I guess. . . it's the least I can do.\"\n\nGwenn rubbed her nose. “Arrroo. Grrrf. Killin' me here! Baby bro, ya' just _don't_ know what means to us.\"\n\n“Eh?\"\n\nShe didn't look at him while she spoke. “Like, shit's been hard, dude! We didn't think our sitch' was gonna get any better. You were our last fuckin' shot. After than I'unno. . .\"\n\nHux didn't like the “I dunno\" part. The documentary went to commercial so now they had each other's complete attention.\n\n“Don't sweat it,\" he offered. “Those days are over.\"\n\nNow were they really? He couldn't predict the future. But as long as he drew breath he'd watch out for his favorite girls. One part of him felt it out of familial duty, the other was a little more subtle. Like a yearning. A loving one.\n\nHe didn't see it, but Gwenn's cheeks went a shade of rose. “Grrr, aruff, don't say it like that, makin' me feel like. . .\"\n\n“Then ya' don't have to think about it,\" Hux offered, easing her. “Don't think about what 'happened',' just, stay with me. We'll figure this shit out.\"\n\nHe watched her big wolfess tail go _fwapfwapfwap_ against the fabric in excited wags. “. . .y-yeah. Yeah! Fahk yeah!\"\n\nThen, her eyes widened and pointed ears flagged. “Awroof! Fuck! Almost forgot!\"\n\n“C'mere, c'mere, come sit the fuck down and take the load off lil boss bro, hehe!\"\n\nShe smacked the polyster couch, before pushing off from it, wide curves and taunting, strong body on full display. Hux stared, down to her cute little naval down to the welcome tuff of inviting pubic fur hiding her snatch.\n\n“Uhh. . .\"\n\n“C'MOOOON! It's important! Be right back!\"\n\nShe bounded away, padding off to her shared room. As she did, Gwenn made a visible show of her hips and ass, her round, healthy cheeks granting an enticing wobble with every footfall. Bitch was definitely doing it on purpose. Rubbing his shaved head, Hux complied, his joints popping as he went and plopped into the couch. Ah, a little better. Damn girl had broken it in fur sure, still an indent from her wide, buxom bottom. Still, better than the hard kitchen chair, and he was ready to take a load off for the day.\n\nAs for what Gwenn had in store, Hux clenched his teeth. Pleeeease don't be another set of guns, or something. Girls already dragged in the Glock 9 with an extended mag and, after some inspecting, a compact Mossberg shotgun. Based on their habits, he half expected Gwenn to show up with a diamond studded semi-automatic rifle.\n\nBut no. . . she reappeared a moment later, sloshy tits swingin' around against the failing grasp of her black, shredded shirt, twirling something in her finger. She wore a wolfish grin, flinging said object into Hux's lap. He gave a small _oof_ as his eyes wandered down.\n\n“W-what's this?\"\n\nHe took it in his hand, the gold spikes stealing his attention, coupled with soft, oiled leather.\n\n“It's a COLLAR ya' dumb fuck!\"\n\nAh, indeed, a collar it was, the kind you put around your favorite dog. A pattern of questions formed in his mind, the first being _why_ was she showing him this? But, knowing her, and the profane little relationship Hux shared with his stepwolf sisters, the answer seemed obvious. The collar was her size, or Jakkie, with a d-ring suited for, well, a leash.\n\n“I can see that,\" he said. He sank back into the couch as his stepsister padded forward, her immense frame towering over him, wearing a dark, knowing smirk.\n\n“Why you givin' it to me?\" he said, attempting a joke. “I don't want it.\"\n\n“Nice fuckin' try ya cute little twerp,\" shot back Gwenn. “Gotta' spell this shit out for ya?\"\n\nShe tossed back her long locks, exposing her neck. “Stop bein' all coy, fuck.\"\n\nUh huh. Hux was getting an idea of where this might be going. After long days of staring unpleasant customers in the eyes or pooling over endless sheets of pre-shift checklists, after having his ears battered by oven alarms or the repeating back-and-forth tasks of refilling coffee machines, lifting boxes, getting maintenance in to unpack the stock truck. . . he was hungry for something pleasant to ogle. It'd been a long time since he really was “with\" his sisters, and he forgot how forward and uncaring they were for human protocol. Chimera, in general, were like that, circumstance depending. So, even though he wanted to show restraint, his badass bitch sisters were a dream for the eyes. Impossibly hot wolf gals. Bigger in stature, tits bigger than Hux's head, hefty, thick, yet muscular hips, and bottoms that went on for days.\n\nHe didn't want to boil his relationship with them down to nothing but fucking and sex, they were valuable to him. But they had needs. They were gettin' bored. And, they needed to be put in check.\n\n“It's a goddamn collar and I want'cha to put that shit on my neck!\" howled Gwenn. “Jakkie's got one too, arooff!\"\n\nHux blinked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He felt his loins stir a bit.\n\n“Don't be fuckin' dumb!\" went on Gwenn. “Look. . . me'n Jakkie been talkin' a lot. We figure, since we ain't payin' for the hooch or the lights, we owe ya'.\"\n\nAgain with that. They didn't owe him shit. He wasn't turning his loving bond with his sisters into something transactional.\n\nMaybe Gwenn noticed, because she raised a hand. “And before you start flappin' your face, just listen to me. We wanna be _your_ bitches. Your big fuckin' sisters lookin' out for your scrawny little ass. We _want_ to protect you! You're _our_ little bro and it's our job to do right by ya'.\"\n\nShe gestured at the collar. “So that little diddy means we're _your_ girls. You fuckin' _own_ us, ya' hear me!?\"\n\nHux frowned. “What? No, _no,_ Gwenn, I don't. . . don't say it like that!\"\n\nOwn? No, he could never. He didn't want his sisters as _property._\n\n“Urrrug! Urruuf! Ruff! Shut and up and listen!\"\n\nShe growled, a scarousing kinda' growl. “Ya' don't. . . shit, I dunno how to explain it! We want it, okay? YOUR bitches, YOUR girls!\"\n\nThe nature documentary blared back on in the background, the narrator returning to the wolf couple, going on about their trials and tribulations, about _instinct._\n\n“It's right annit' feels right,\" said Gwenn, her khaki tail swishing in excited patterns. She tapped her head. “It's like a little button in our heads. Servin', protectin' and most importantly _fuckin'_ our lil bro. Our little fuckin' alpha, heheheh.\"\n\n“We gotta do right by you, Huxy, and half the time we don't know what the fuck we're doin. . . but you do! You always looked out for us! So for fuck's sake, put that goddamn collar on my fuckin' neck and OWN your wolf bitch!\"\n\nThe words hit Hux like a truck, sending shockwaves of lewd, illicit thoughts in his head. Was she being real, or just horny out of her mind? He hesitated, swallowing, watching his hands tremble with he collar in his fingers. It was hard for him to break out of himself. He never viewed himself as some kinda machismo, dominating type. Didn't really plan to start. But underneath all that, yes, the intoxicating idea of snapping his fingers and having the two girls come rushing at his beck and call was thrilling. It might also keep them out of trouble!\n\nHe remembered the stuff he read, about pack dynamics. Head of the den came with a heavy burden – the proper care of your family. It meant he had to give it everything. Money, labor, health, the uncertain future. But it did some with the perks, as in, “ownership\" – as Gwenn put it (and Jackie too no doubt) of them, their pussies, their bodies, all of it. They didn't share themselves, they made it clear they were all for him.\n\nGwenn could see Hux mulling it over, and she rolled her eyes. “Stop bein' scared of it, lil bro. You're always gonn' be our special little dude. You'd never fuckin' hurt us, that's why we made this promise for\u0026nbsp; ya'.\"\n\nShe snickered, this time, slipping to her knees. Her size put her at head height with Hux, despite the fact he was still receded in the sofa. “C'mooon. How about this. Look at\u0026nbsp; your big ass wolf bitch, getting' on her knees. This better? This make it easier?\"\n\nKinda lit a fire in Hux, the way she moved. Man. _Man._ Okay. He stared into her golden, blazing yellow eyes and saw nothing but certainty. He didn't want this kinda' relationship if they were doing because, what, he was hosting them for a while? That'd feel too fucky, like he was blackmailing them with money (or lack thereof). But Gwenn's instincts were clear as day, her wild pheromones flooding the room, her scent washing over Hux with an intoxicating ambrosia.\n\n“Fine, fine, _fine,\"_ he groused. “You win.\"\n\n“RROOO! YEAH! Fuck yeah lil' bro!\" cheered Gwenn. “Get that shit on me, I wanna be your goddamn wolf bitch! Yer' fuckin' guard dog!\"\n\nHux sighed, leaning over with the collar in hand. His beautiful wolf sister watched him with eager breaths, as his free hand drifted over and pet her cheek. She gasped, leaning into his palm as he massaged and caressed her chin with loving, soft scratching.\n\n“Mmrrr, mmm. . .\" she whimpered in glee. “Yeah, yeah, like that. . .\"\n\nThen, he wrapped the spiked collar around her neck, fastening it with an audible click. Gwenn shuddered, her tail freezing, then resuming its playful, sweeping wags.\n\nHux gave a dry, appreciative chuckle. “What a good girl.\"\n\nShe responded with a fanged, wild grin. [“WRONG. I'm a bad, _bad_ goddamn bitch. And that's what you _want_ you cute little shit!\"](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZDnHFatNVk)\n\nYeaaaah that was right on the wolf nose. Gwenn and Jakkie's wild, troublesome nature was one of the key things that he loved about them. Their refusal to give in, to break under any circumstance. Ride or die bitches, they were. Soft, subby little pups he did not want.\n\nGwenn smashed her muzzle into Hux's covered loins, breathing him in and wiggling her nose against his crotch. “Gawd, can smell you. . .\"\n\nIntensifying heat overwhelmed Hux. Long day, hard work, made him want. Gwenn was all the more appetizing with that loyalty collar snugged tight around her neck. The promise of what lie before him got him hard as steel, and she could feel it.\n\nGoddamn, he was gonna' do right by them. Make them a nice fucking dinner after this. Rare steak maybe? Keg of their favorite beer? Whatever. This was _a lot._ Telling Hux they were _giving_ themselves to him was no small thing, not at all. So he had a responsibility now, more than ever, to care for his stepwolf sisters.\n\n“Mmf, you're not wrong,\" he intoned back, watching her motorboat his still covered shaft. Her thick tits wobbled with every little movement, though her palms rested on her knees, as if to toy with him with her mouth alone.\n\n“Yeah, ya' like em' like this? We know ya' do,\" growled Gwenn. “We saw what'cha like on that little laptop of yours, fuckin' bookmark after bookmark of slutty big assed wolf bitches, hahah!\"\n\nHe winced and managed a laugh. “Hey, that's personal!\"\n\n“Shuuut up!\" she cackled back. “You poor little twerp! All those vids of hound-whores lickin' and slurpin dick! Now ya' got the real goddamn deal, bitch!\"\n\nWith expert digits, she unbuttoned him now. “Get yer fuckin' pants off!\" She went to his briefs, tugging at them, growling and barking as she did.\n\n“Gonna' show ya' how I make it CLAP baby bro!\"\n\nHux shivered and he was really in it now. But that was okay, this felt good. His flesh ached and if his big sis wanted to be his pocket pussy, all the better. He grunted, pulling off his shirt, wiggling in the cushion as he started to yank down his business appropriate pants. Gwenn assisted, pulling it away with her teeth so she could expose her human stepbro, his fat cock flopping out paired with fuzzy, hairy nuts.\n\n“Jackie got all the good shit last time, aruuuf!\" she groused. “Now ME!\"\n\nThe wolfess pulled off her ripped, black shirt, letting her gigantic mounds spill out. Fat, black studs cupped her puffy, dark nipples, raising herself up so she plopped the goddamn things on Hux's lap with a loud _plap._\n\n“Bitch-suck-tit-fuck,\" she said, licking her chops.\n\nHux leaned back, groaning as the bigger gal slathered his length with her flat, studded tongue. She went to his testes, slurping and resting the hairy pair on her wet rug, before dragging it along the underside, kissing his tip, leaving a smear of black lipstick. Her mouth, eyelid, and ear piercings added a dark, intoxicating complexion, a wild punk ass bitch ready to worship at the snap of a finger.\n\n“Ya' work so goddamn hard, lil bro,\" she rasped. “So at least let your two sisters take care of our alpha!\"\n\nHe wasn't gonna stop her, petting her head. “Mmf, that's my girl. . .\"\n\nAt once, Gwenn smashed her fat, heavy tits against Hux's wet cock, choking the inches with her soft mounds, smacking her hands together _hard,_ creating a loud, ear-cracking _smack._ “You better goddamn believe I am!\" she said, proud.\n\nShe took his cock in one hand, brutalizing her mounds with it. Loud, audible _thwack-smacks_ emitted as she battered her full, hefty front with his dick, causing the soft yet firm front to wobble each time she did. She pushed his tip against her pierced nipps, rolling the end around each of them, objectifying herself with her little alpha's hungry human dick.\n\n“H-holy shit,\" gasped Hux, watching her toy and massage his greedy inches.\n\n“What?\" she snickered. “Never tit smacked a gal with your big ol' dick before, lil bro?\"\n\nShe laughed, pausing, raising her muscular arms around her head. “Watch this shit.\"\n\nWith a series of skilled motions, Gwenn tossed her bouncy chest in short, teasing wiggles. Her fat sloshy front kept Hux's malehood between her cleavage as her chest clapped and applauded around it. She gazed at herself, wearing such a wild, manic grin, leaning down to let the crown of Hux's mast rub into her cheek.\n\n“Well go the fuck on, baby bro! Grab em! Smack the shit outta of em!\"\n\nYes, yes he'd do just that. She really was so gorgeous, sharing her absolutely stunning body with him like this. With a wild, lust-drunk moan, Hux's hands shot out to grab her swollen nips, pinching and yanking at the puffy brown peaks. Gwenn barked in approval, pushing her chest forward.\n\n“Hard, hard! Don't pussy around, lil bro! You ain't gonna hurt me!\"\n\nNo, he wasn't, not that he ever could. But his fatigue was vanishing, in the meantime replaced with excited, explorative lust. He pinched again, _harder,_ squeezing and twisting Gwenn's mounds, yanking at them as her breasts warped and shaped from his touches. His hands grabbed meaty palmfuls of her delicious rack, forcing them to smother and crashing against his loins as he offered little humps between her big tits.\n\n“ARRUF! Roooo! YEAH, YEAH BABY!\"\n\nExcited, Hux went further. Her breasts were hard to get a grip on, larger than his head, but he managed to “group\" them by snagging her fat studded piercings as he pinched the hefty bosoms in one set of digits. One set of fingers gripped both her pierced nipples, forming a nice tight pocket for his dick.\n\n“Oooooooh, fuuuuck,\" gurgled Gwenn. “There ya' go Huxy, use my fat fuckin' rack, jack off, use my goddamn face. . .\"\n\nShe leaned, so that the side of her visage caressed his throbbing cock while Hux began to bounce his hips, massaging his cock with her clamped chest while Gwenn eagerly rubbed her cheek along the sides. Her palm snuck under to gently cup his bloated testes, squeezing with careful pressure, digits rolling across the sensitive stones as she let her brother use her tits like an improvised cock sleeve.\n\n“Oh my gooood, _Gwenn,\"_ uttered Hux, lost in the haze of his actions and lust. “Bark for me girl, bark!\"\n\n“Mmmfmfy, mmhm, mmhmm!\" nodded Gwenn, this time pushing her soft lips against Hux's length so his strokes ran along her muzzle, her studded tongue hanging out to massage and please her beloved little stepbro.\n\n“Wooof, woof woof baby!\" she obeyed. “Arruf! Ruuff! Awrooof!\"\n\nThat sent Hux right over the edge, his cock fluttering to life as a sudden eruption of spunk blasted from his tip. A few ropes of hot white jet out from his tip, the sticky salty mess splattering Gwenn's fat, swollen tits as he released his one-handed grip, this time grabbing her front and smashing them on his inches so as to better stroke through his orgasm.\n\nIn moments Gwenn's khaki-furred bust was coated with splatters of Hux's seed, the big wolf gal panting and licking at his triumphant dick with servile laps, savoring his flavor. His naked frame dampened with sweat as he fell back into the polyester couch, petting and caressing his girl in buzzy joy.\n\nAnd yet. . .\n\nGwenn gripped his hard cock and whapped it against her cheek, shoving it all over her face in demeaning, battering smacks. “Look at youuuuu little alpha, still hard as a goddamn rock!\"\n\nHaha, w-wait, what? His sticky, oozing cock was indeed that: solid. How? His balls throbbed and bristled, and the same, excited lust-born hunger cascading through his body, only wanting _more._\n\nHe winced again, managing a weak laugh. “I swear, it's never happened to me before. . .\"\n\nGwenn rubbed her muzzle and looked at her digits, a long trail of sticky hot spunk forming a filthy bridge. “Kahaha! I ain't complaining. Besides. . . “\n\nNow, Gwenn shifted. She hopped up from her position, towering over Hux with her thick breasts over his head in imposing, mocking fashion. Here, she fell over him, shoving her torso against her beloved little brother, her gigantic sloshy mounds enveloping his head in a wonderful, suffocating cushion. “Told ya, gonna fuckin' make it clap.\"\n\nShe tugged on the d-ring of the collar, kissing Hux's cheek. “Nnnnng we can't wait for ya' to get that goddamn leash on us. . .\"\n\nIn the meantime, Gwenn wiggled her thick hips, her buxom fat ass wobbling as she slipped Hux's still-hard flank between the split of her khaki peach. “Like them thick assed dog bitches, don't ya,\" she whispered into his ear, turning her head to mind her position, ensuring she had ensnared Hux's human dick in the split of her wide, immense rear.\n\n“I prefer wolves,\" Hux managed to say, smothered by Gwenn's frothy front.\n\n“Mmmmhmmm, bet ya' do. . .\"\n\nHere, Gwenn tossed her hips, providing a single, solid stroke, coaxing and choking Hux's inches with her fat full assed cheeks alone. The hint of her hot, exciting pussy tickled against Hux's shaft, causing him to grumble, forcing a little hump and thrust from him. Ugh, she was so close, and yet, her plush, supple bouncy bottom was just as alluring, exciting. . .\n\n“Big bottomed wolf bitch twerkin' on this big ol dick,\" chuckled Gwenn with a chiding rumble. “How's that shit feel?\"\n\nGwenn propped herself up on one arm, her hanging front still flattened and warped around Hux's face while she kept her gaze to her backside. She'd learned a thing or two attempting pole-work, and now she was gonna' do it for her beloved little bro. God he wouldn't survive if Jackie was here. . .\n\nIn a skilled display of circular, figure-eight grinds, Gwenn wound her hips perfect rhythms, her cheeks colliding together in audible _plaps,_ spreading and slapping, hinting at her dark pussy and asshole. Then she shifted speed, throwing her thighs together so her immense cheeks formed an audible, deafening applause, split-second _CLAPCLAPCLAPS_ emitting from each fleshy, meaty strike. The couch creaked and wined from the motions, intermixed with Hux's suffocated moans. His hands reached over, struggling to get his arms around her fat buttocks, holding on for dear life as he felt his wolf sis grinding on his dick, caress and coax him with the size of her rump alone.\n\nHer piercings glistened with each sordid, rapid motion, adding a dark, twisted accent to her wild motions, hugging her brother with her free arm, keeping him close, letting him ear every smack and breath from her steaming muzzle.\n\n“Listen to that!\" she growled. “Nrruf! Arroof! Like that!? Big fat assed sister bouncin' her big goddamn ass all over ya!?\"\n\nShe pushed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing his cock one last time, choking it with her wide rump, before shoving her muzzle against his lips. They shared wanting, hungry kisses, mouthfuls of tongues, Hux assaulted with liquid, adrenalin-soaked heat as his dick trembled in desperate plea, to have Gwenn's pussy envelop and suckle him in her inviting, sodden wolf snatch.\n\n“Nng, goddammit Gwenn,\" pleaded Hux. “Stop messin' with me!\"\n\nShe huffed between kisses, ensnaring her arms around him completely now. “Mmmf, yeah, fuck, lemme' stop fuckin' around. . .\"\n\nIn merciful fashion, Gwenn raised her hips, Hux's cock sticking to the shape of her bouncy bottom as her pussy lips hugged the first inch of his crown. She rubbed along it, letting it touch her outer lips, nuzzle her clitoral nub, until in one slick motion, she fell upon it, wrapping her dark snatch around Hux's throbbing, aching, needy inches.\n\n“AWROO!\" she howled. “NRRUF!\"\n\nSweet fucking mercy she felt so good, to be inside her, to be with her. Hux grasped her tight, knowing that she was taking the lead here, and by fuck he had to hold on for dear life because she could snap his waist in half if she wanted. Her hot, drooling cunt oozed over his cock, gripping every bit of him, perfectly shaped. As if, in some perverse way, her very flesh _remembered_ Hux, remembered\u0026nbsp; his size, his dimensions, and molded for a slick, perfect fit. The girls said they never slept with any other guy, and it sure felt that way. Another amazing gift from the pair.\n\n“Hold the FUCK on baby,\" Gwenn said, in earnest warning.\n\nAt once her momentum shifted. She was a wild, hot-blooded horny wolf bitch and she needed her brother NOW. She didn't want some gentle, ditzy little hold-hands lay, she wanted to FUCK. She wanted her brother mountin' her like an animal, bloatin' her womb, like on the documentary.\n\n“MMMF!\"\n\nHux moaned in loud, broken yelps of sheer ecstasy, his stepsis bouncing with ferocious intensity on his length. Her fat, gigantic bottom smashed and tossed on his defiant inches, tossing her hips with such rapidity there was scarcely a second between motions. The collision of juicy, wobbly bottom against stern thighs sent loud, LOUD fleshy applause throughout the apartment interior, like someone was belting Gwenn across her backside as she hammered her pussy against Hux's malehood.\n\n“GAWD, HUX!\" she howled. “ARFF! AROOOF! RUUUF!\"\n\n“Fucckfuuuuckfuuuuck!\" Gwenn went on, wailing and whining from each collision. “Stretch me out stretch me out!\"\n\nHux did his best to reciprocate with thrusts, but he was physically pinned by Gwenn's ravaging bounces. Her thick chest battered his head, swollen nips running across his lips and face as she fucked him in merciless, blissful strokes. Behind them the television flipped to a black screen, the nature documentary ending, and Hux managed to spy his reflection along the polished sheen, watching in stupefied awe as Gwenn's gigantic haunches thrashed and clapped upon his thighs. The couch was hacking now, coughing, grinding, wobbling off its foundations with every stroke, and oh god it was gonna break in half!\n\nShe'd only stop to clench and clamp around the human meat balls-deep in her aching wolf cunt, stirring her thighs in circular patterns to feel every bit of her needy stepbrother. As for Hux, he was a hapless mess, only managing uttered groans and grunts as his sister made use of his bone, clarifying that she belonged to him.\n\n“I can't last,\" he rasped out. “I can't!\"\n\nSensing his peak, and hers, Gwenn nodded, licking his ears. “That'srightthat'sright!\" she growled.\n\n“Cum inside! Drench me, Huxy, paint my goddamn womb!\"\n\nGwenn let her digits drift down to her nub, stroking and massaging her sensitive parts as her own rising peak neared. She felt her lil' alpha twitch, throb. His balls churned and testes tightened. At once, Gwenn lot off a proud, defiant howl, her climax finally igniting as tangy nectar spurt from her lips, soaking Hux's already drenched cock. In unison, he responded with his final burst of seed, whole body tightening as another gush of hot, frothy white flooded into Gwenn's punished pussy walls. Her tail arched, curling, massive frame freezing as Gwenn squeezed Hux for all he was worth. His hot issue coated her, drowned her inner tunnel, a drenching mess of sex pooling onto the cheap polyester fabric, audibly dripping onto the carpet.\n\nHux went limp, his girl falling atop him, as a dizzying, climactic afterglow settled over the pair. He almost blacked out, stars in his eyes, gaze wandering to the ceiling, sucking in gulps of air.\n\n. . .and then the couch buckled, cracked, its foundations collapsing, legs popping off the edges. The two bounced and buckled, falling with the furniture.\n\n“WHOASHIT!\"\n\nThe two clung to each other as they fell into the now-broken frame, pausing. . . then laughing.\n\n“F-fuck, hahah, hah! You alright Gwenn?\" Hux managed between breaths.\n\nShe was holding onto him, clenched around his body in protective fashion. “Bawhahahah!\"\n\n“Told ya' I was gonna make that motherfucker clap!\"\n\nWith one last hip wiggle, Gwenn released Hux with an audible, sloppy 'pop,' their mingling sex dribbling from her used cunt. “And m'fine, little bro.\"\n\nShe flexed, smacking her bicep. “Big titty bitches like me don't break easy.\"\n\nHux nodded, and winced. By god his legs and pelvis were sore, but in a good way. Gwenn pulled him up as they sat together, backs against the now ruined furnishing, as he eyed her spiked collar again, hoping he was prepared for the role of leader or alpha or whatever.\n\nHe leaned into her, resting his head on her arm. Sure was cramped, this place, like Applewood was gettin', but they were gonna make it work, somehow. He rubbed his shaved head, stinking of post-work, post-work sex.\n\n“I am. . . so glad I'm off tomorrow,\" he wheezed, rubbing his sore thighs.\n\n“Oooo, so is Jackie,\" chuckled Gwenn, nuzzling her stepbro. “Don't forget, she's got a collar too.\"\n\nYeah, _yeah._ These two had a lot of energy to give and needed ways to express it. Hux would have to fulfill that need _beyond_ fucking. It was great, _god_ it was great, but at this rate they were gonna' bring the whole goddamn floor down.\n\nAs he postulated about what the future might bring, the door creaked and lock unfasted. A figure stepped in, adorned in black, spiky attire, a bone treat in her mouth. Jackie's irregular black-white eyes snapped to the sitting pair, freezing.\n\n“Hmfwuffthfuck?\"\n\nGlenn snickered, wiggling her fingers at her sister. “Suuuuup Jackkieeee.\"\n\nThe still naked Hux also managed a wave, grimacing at his sore waist. “Hhah, hey sis.\"\n\nJackie munched on the treat, bags of groceries in her hands, before swallowing and canting her hips.\n\n“Goddammit! Could ya' motherfuckers at least _WAIT_ for me next time!?\"","series":{"name":"Wear My Bite","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2245435-anytime.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2256744-animal-momentum.json"}}