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Well, here I go again, trying to write a snugly and not scaly story, and hoping that the world don't hate me for it. I must admit, I did miss writing yiffs, and I did have a lot of fun writing about Spyro. Someone remind me to keep doin' that, will ya? But anyways, I figure that I need to take a break to write some classic furries, and I decided to re-do an old story of mine called Dak's Day, that I put up when I wasn't so experienced. You may think it was done by a different user, pokefletcher, but if you look at the footnote, it'll tell ya I'm him. But here I go, prattling on again. Needless to say, this story is probably gonna involve some hot and heavy moments, so if you aren't supposed to read it, then read on, 'cos if you aren't supposed to read it, then what are you doing on this site anyway? Hmmm? Thought so. Anyway, Dak and all involved characters are my intellectual property, and should not be used without my permission. Umm.... That's about it! Hope you enjoy!

(And by the way, the thing about Dak's eyes is actually true about my own, and it does happen. They change from blue to grey to green to grey to blue to grey and so on.)

This story is dedicated to my life-mate, who didn't want her name known, and whom I love.

Groaning, he continued to stroke his slick member. The sheets of his bed were thrown to the side in his throes. His thoughts filled with images of various female furries prancing around in various stages of nakedness, among them his favourite type, vixens. He felt the pre-cum beading at the tip of his pointed lupine member. He was getting close. Not much longer now. He was using his right hand to stroke at his sac, rolling the balls around between his fingers. Grunting and moaning, every pump was bringing him closer to the proverbial edge.

Dak had woken up about ten minutes earlier, and had been lying there until the lust and hormones that assault every fourteen year old daily, even the ones that turn fourteen that day, had "woken up" certain parts of him earlier than others. He was originally stirred by thoughts of a certain girl he had had a crush on for almost as long as he had known her, and had tried to keep to thoughts of her, but then a celebrity furry had been added to the fantasy, and another, and now he was flying across an imaginary plane of sex and hormones.

BAM!!! There it was! His unique eyes (in the fact that they were no colour, but changed between green and blue) shot open, and he howled into his pillow. He felt his slightly-larger-than-average-for-his-age seven and a half inch wolfhood pulse slightly, and grow very very hot, (still no knot though, he thought with a twinge of dissatisfaction) and then suddenly a warm, sticky white liquid was smeared across his cock-tip, hand, chest and even a very small amount on the bottom of his muzzle, which made him pull a face in disgust. After cleaning himself with a couple of tissues from the tissue box on his bed-side table, and quite skilfully throwing them over his shoulder into the bin, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and hauled himself up.

Now Dak was a specimen to behold. He stood tall at five feet seven inches, and his figure reflected his extremely active lifestyle. With an un-defined six-pack, and a nice ass to boot, he was the goal of many a female furry. However he still had the classic thin and tall build of a wolf, so he was strong as well as fast. He was a grey hue, and strangely enough his underside was not lighter, but the same coloured fur as the rest of his body. Although he'd never even think it, let alone say it, Dak was an extremely handsome wolf, and most importantly he had a kind and warm smile.

Looking down, he saw the very tip of his wolfhood slip back into his sheath, and he let out a pleasurable groan as it did. He was able to see this because he was naked at the time; Dak rarely wore clothes to bed. He walked over to his dresser, and pulled out a pair of underwear, and some shorts, but no shirt. Today was setting up to be a hot one. Thank God for Saturdays... he thought. He went into the kitchen to make a couple slices of toast, and yelled out 'Morning!' to his Dad in the other room along the way. He received a shock then, when his father called back,'You ready to play some ball?'

SHIT!! His mind screamed. Today was the final of his team's baseball season, and they were top of the board. As captain, he could NOT be late!

Sprinting to his room and slamming the door, he heard his father's laughter, and knew that his dad had more than an inkling that he'd forget. After changing in five minutes flat, and grabbing the slightly charred pieces of toast along the way, he yelled out to his father that they had to go, and was answered by the sound of a car starting outside. Sprinting out there, he didn't notice the small piece of paper falling out of his pocket. This note read:

"Hay Dak

The match is postponed for an hour, because the board thought that 7:30 was just a bit early. Aren't they nice?

-Coach"

Slamming the car door behind him and buckling his seat belt, he said to his Dad 'You don't miss anything do you? Geeze...you make me look bad, and that's not easy!' he joked.

'Well you know me, anything for a laugh', chuckled his Dad.

'Where's Mum, isn't she coming?' said Dak, a little disappointment seeping into his voice.

'I'm sorry Dak, she left last night for work, apparently it was urgent', said his Dad,'But don't worry, I've got the camera and I'm gonna film it all!' This lifted Dak's spirits a little, but he was still disappointed his mother couldn't come. She was a very busy wolf, owning her own business and all. It made sure that Dak's family led a comfortable life, but she was often away, and secretly she sometimes wondered if it was worth-it.

After arriving at the field, Dak said his goodbye to his Dad and stepped into the aptly named changing room, strangely called that even though they all arrived fully changed. You can imagine his shock when he saw no one there, and if he had been a little more observant he might have noticed the absence of cars in the parking lot, but he was caught up in his own thoughts, mainly the thought that his dad had SOMEHOW managed to beat him at Time Crisis II last night, and he just wasn't going to let that slide!

So here they were, wolf and still but just barely cub, sitting in the stands, and talking for a good solid three quarters of an hour, until the first people started filtering in. They talked about various things, from cards to cars, and everything in between, which is a respectable amount considering that if you look up "Ca" in a dictionary, there will be a few entries between cards and cars.

His team consisted of mainly his classmates, all his age. As the most physically, and one of the most mentally able players, they elected him captain, and he took it on well. Among his team members was his best friend, Alan, a solid black wolf, and his close friends Zach (who was a horse) and Sean (who was a fox). Also, his co-captain and last in his circle of friends, was the object of his affections from the morning, Whisper.

Whisper. The most beautiful name in the world, to Dak. To go with the most beautiful vixen in the world. She was shorter than him, although that wasn't hard, considering his height. She stood at five feet three inches, and had the most beautiful eyes Dak had ever seen, a sparkling, emerald green. She was the classic russet red, with a cream underside, and with black tipped ears, hands and feet. She was muscled in slightly the same way as him, defined yet subtle. She was very fit, and could keep up with, if not outrun most other people her age. And Dak had quickly glanced, and also downright stared at her chest, which was perfectly sized, and made his heart beat a little faster. Of particular attraction to Dak was her tail, a large and bushy black tipped thing that Dak craved to hold in his hands. He had no idea what it would be like to hold, because he had a wolf's tail, which, while enticing to some, had become boring to him. To sum up, she was all that Dak thought beautiful, and he lately found his pants just a little too tight around her.

Wrenching himself back to the present, Dak walked over to where he had just seen Zach's car pull up. Seeing him through the window, his tall friend flashed a grin and stepped out of the car.

'Hay, Dak! How ya goin'?' asked the young stallion. Zach was nothing special for a horse, but he dwarfed Dak, standing head and shoulders above him.

'I'm good Zach, how you doin'?' replied Dak, happy to have someone apart from his father to talk to.

'Oh, I'm alright. Just having a talk with me old lady over there', he said, gesturing to his mother. The large mare took this comment with a laugh, waving a hand and clip-clopping off, to sit with Dak's dad.

'So what are you doing here so early, oh great and sleepy baseball captain?' asked Zach, with a hint of sarcasm, 'Shouldn't you be asleep for like...the rest of today?'

'Oh, I wish..' replied Dak, accentuating this with a yawn.

They shot the breeze for a little, not having much to talk about since they had seen each other a mere sixteen hours earlier. Soon enough another car rolled up, and it was another person from their team, a young mare that Zach always behaved oddly around. Dak had his own suspicions about this, and it really was pretty obvious, but he kept it to himself, not wanting to embarrass his friend. After talking to Jessica for a little (for that was her name), mainly about the game, Zach not saying much at all, another car rolled up, and another and another, and soon enough they were all there. Heading into the "Change Rooms" for a pre-game talk and psych-up, they were all pumped and ready to play. During his speech, Dak voice wavered, almost unnoticeably, when he saw Whisper watching him. As soon as he was done, they sang their team song, and walked out into the cheers.

2:00 PM That Day

The trophy was a beautiful thing. A large silver affair, with an engraving on the bottom, saying who had won her so far. Dak's team had dropped it at the club on the way to his house, all in their separate cars. For if you will remember, today was Dak's birthday, and he wasn't about to let his team off so easy. There wasn't much going on, a lot of food, a few good movies, and they were set. They watched them late into the night. It was a rather rowdy affair, there was a lot of shouting, and laughing, plus, much to everyone else's amusement, Zach and Jess were seen walking out of the closet, mane's slightly ruffled and cheeks ablaze. At about eleven the fun was dying down and the parents started turning up. The last people remaining were of course Whisper, Sean, Zach and Alan, because they had told their parents to come at twelve, so they could spend some time together. They themselves put a movie on in the background, and sat there playing cards, Dak's favourite game, Texas Hold 'Em Poker. This was a much livelier, and at the same time subdued affair. One, because there wasn't as many people as before and two, because these five were the best friends among all of them. Eventually however, Sean's parents turned up, and then Zach and Alan's, who were car-pooling, leaving just Dak and Whisper. They continued on to have an animated game of snap, until they heard a beep from outside.

'Well, that'll be my ride', said Whisper, throwing a glance over her shoulder.

'Yeah, too bad hey? Still, I'll see you on Monday,' replied Dak.

'Dak, you might be pretty hot and kinda smart,' laughed Whisper, not noticing him flinch a little,' but you have the worst memory. Public holiday remember? Day off on Monday! I'll see you on Tuesday!', and with that, she hugged him and, to his surprise, reached up and kissed him on the cheek, before running out the door and over to her car. She waved at him from the window, and then she was gone.

Dak, waving in the doorway, slowly lowered his hand to his cheek, and touched it. She kissed me, he thought.

'Well you better go to bed lover-boy, if your even gonna get up in the morning', said a voice behind him. Dak jumped and swung around, just to see his fathers form walking off down the hallway, before he yelled out goodnight.

'Night Dad,' yelled back Dak, before closing the front door, and looking down at his feet. Or, trying to, because they were obscured by a large bump in his pants, that was just craving attention. He reached down to adjust himself, and found that the inside of his pants was wet. In fact, even as he looked down he saw that the moisture was permeating his pants, and a wet spot was forming. He rushed off to his room, and swiftly stripped and stepped into bed. It was going to be a long night.

11:00AM, Sunday Morning

He saw Whisper standing before him, clothed only in a bra and panties. She was slowly dancing, with sensual music in the background. Gyrating her hips, left and right, swishing her tail like she was born for it, beckoning him. Looking down, he saw that he was naked, and what's more, very aroused. A sudden movement caught his eye, he saw that Whisper had removed her panties, and was covering herself with her tail. She was slowly raising her hands, putting them behind her, unclipping her bra, but still holding it in place. She then threw it at his eyes, blocking his view of her body the whole time. Just as it was about to hit him....

'Zzz...uhhhh?....zz...huh?' mumbled Dak, slowly waking. He fluttered his eyes open, squinting against the sunlight pouring through his window. Groggily, he turned over onto his back, and felt a swinging sensation at his waist. Looking down, he saw a slight tenting in his blanket, and he felt slightly wet. He lifted it up, and saw that the fur around his sheath and sac was wet and matted, as was the blanket. Sighing, he set about the task of cleaning it up.

Stepping out of the shower later, rubbing his head with a towel, and another one wrapped around his waist, he yelled out 'Hay Dad!'. Walking off down the hallway and getting a little concerned when there was no answer, he called out again more tentatively 'Dad?'

He swiftly walked through the house, and found no one. He went out the back steps, and checked under the house. The car wasn't there. That was when he saw the note on the kitchen bench.

Dak

Have to go, I'll ring you later.

~Dad

He sniffed the paper, and could barely smell his father's scent. I wonder how long he's been gone? thought Dak. Shrugging, he whipped off his towel and whipped on a grin. He loved being home alone. Who needs clothes?

A few hours later, at about two, Dak heard the phone ring. He closed down the game he was playing on the internet, and walked off to get it, still in his furry glory.

Using his quick wit, he answered the phone 'Casa de Dak, how may I direct your call?'

'Ummm...Dak? Is that you?'

His heart skipped a beat. Whisper.

'Hay Whisper! Yeah, it's me, how ya goin'?

'Oh, I'm fine Dak, how're you?'

'I'm good, I'm good. So, what can I do for you?'

'Oh, yeah! Your Dad rang me to get me to ring you later, 'cos he said he was too busy to, and already tried earlier.'

'Kay, what did he want?'

'Well, ummm...this is kinda hard to say, but apparently your Mum got into a car accident in another state, and she's in hospital now', she said, haltingly, and with a slowly diminishing voice.

'Woah, uh...ah..ummm, shit ay? Crap...umm..' he replied, and only stopped stuttering when his voice cracked.

'You OK, Dak? You sound a little shaken up. Actually, don't answer that, stupid question.'

He gave a bit of a sad chuckle, as her comment helped lighten the mood.

'Dak? Listen, you want me to come over there, keep you company? This is a big thing, remember when my Dad was in a crash? He's fine now, isn't he? Your Mum'll pull through.'

'Yeah, Whisper, that'd be great!'

'Great! I'll see you in a few hours, K?'

'Alright, cya.'

'Cya.'

As Dak hung up the phone, he thought about his mother. Whisper had made a point, and he was sure she would be OK. Then the residual shock hit him. Whisper would be alone with him tonight. I better get ready he thought.

Later That Day

After several hours of studious cleaning, of the house and himself, Dak was ready for Whisper to come. He had picked out a couple movies for them to watch, and had a few snacks ready, as well as obviously getting dressed. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. And he was almost shitting himself. A night alone with the most amazing person you've ever met? He had a right to be nervous!

At about five thirty, just as it was dark, he heard a knock at the door. He answered it and was suddenly assaulted by a bushy red figure.

'Dak! Are you Okay!' cried out Whisper, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Laughing, Dak wrapped his arms around her. 'I'm fine Whisper, your more hysterical than me!'

She giggled, a musical sound to Dak's ears, but didn't let go of him. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in the others embrace, the seconds suspended. If anyone had been there to look on, they would have had a happy feeling flow through them, like stepping into a warm shower on a cold day. It was a bit of a magical moment, if you believe such things. That is, until Dak pulled away, not wanting his body to react too sharply to Whisper pressed against him.

Slightly hot under the collar, and looking slightly disappointed but hiding it well, Whisper asked 'So, what do ya wanna do tonight, Dak?'

'Oh, I picked out some movies for us, shall we?', he asked, and he held out his arm.

'Please', laughed Whisper, looping her arm through his, purely a joke, and neither of them quite recognizing the significance of it.

So they walked into the lounge room, and Dak put on a DVD. He said 'Be back in a flash', and ducked out, coming back a flash later with some snacks and drinks. He put them on the coffee table, and then sat down on the opposite side of the couch to Whisper.

One movie, a few yawns, and several flashed glances later, a horror scene came up. After several gasps, and an audible 'Oh!', Dak looked over towards Whisper. She was shivering slightly, and her skin underneath her fur was white.

'You OK, Whisp?'

She jumped slightly, and looked over towards him.

'Oh, I'm good Dak,' she said airily, 'I'm just not one for the horror movies.'

He smiled kindly, and patted the cushion next to him. She gave a big smile, and shuffled over, leaning against him, and resting her head on his shoulder. He reached over and took her hand in his, and her smile got a little bigger.

After a while, the snuggle got a little more intimate. Their bodies got closer, and their paws moved. Dak now had an arm around Whisper, and she had wrapped hers around him. Almost absent-mindedly, he began rubbing her shoulder, and she began softly scratching at his chest. Because as of yet neither had really noticed this, neither had become all that aroused, but as the movie ended, it was about to show. Dak went to get up and put on the next, but found Whisper's arms holding him down. Their eyes met when he looked down at her.

'Don't get up...' she breathed at him. He smiled down at her, and held her a little closer. They stayed like that for a while, each subtly moving to hide either the the obvious, pointed parts of their arousal, or the less obvious scents.

'Dak?', said Whisper, eventually.

'Yeah?' he replied huskily, after not talking for a while.

Whisper raised her head, and kissed his cheek. 'I like you...'

Cheek burning, Dak looked down at her smiling face, her emerald eyes sparkling as if there were miniature flames in them, making them alive.

'You do?' he whispered back, not daring to hope.

She nodded, eyes shining, and added 'Yeah...a lot...'

He slowly lowered his head, until their lips were touching, not kissing, merely touching.

'Right back at ya...' he said, with a smile. And with that, his lips parted, as did hers, and suddenly they were kissing. Badly, and first-timedly, but kissing nonetheless. Eventually, she was resting against his chest, rubbing at it with one hand, and he had both his arms around her, rubbing her back. They sat there, softly making out, for a good long time, until it became a little more heated. Eventually it was passionate kissing, lashing their tongue in the other's mouth. After a while Dak fell back against the couch, and Whisper was lying on top of him, still passionately kissing.

Getting more and more carnal, Whisper decided that Dak's shirt was in her way, and started tugging at the hem, trying to get it off. Reaching down, he ripped it off, and threw it to the side, lying back down and pulling Whisper with him. She revelled in the feeling of having his naked chest against her, the young but well developed muscles tight and coiled. Whisper had seen him without a shirt before, but never this close, and never had she felt him, let alone lied on top of him. She ran a hand along his stomach, and could feel six slight bumps along the way, exciting her even more. She continued to drag her hand up, sliding it across his chest and feeling it twitch involuntarily, until it was resting on his shoulders. One of Dak's most defining features if he was topless was the beam of his shoulders. Looking at it, it looked as if someone had hefted his chest onto him, and hammered it into place, so defined did it look. Running your paw across it, which is what Whisper was doing, you would be hard pressed to find an area where it felt like skin and bone. It was all muscle. If she had been looking at his back at this time, she would have seen the ridge of muscle on his shoulder blades heaving and twitching, excited by the movement of his arms, and the situation he was in. Eventually, Whisper sat up and off came her shirt, and Dak had reason to wonder anew. While she had seen him topless before, she had always come fully changed to wherever they were, and so he had little idea what she looked like. And considering that his computer was used often by his mother and father, he didn't dare look up anything, so the most he had to go on was his basic ideas of physiology. And they did NOT prepare him for this.

Where as Dak had a broad chested, muscled body, Whisper was of a slender and altogether different build. She had smaller, although almost as muscled shoulders, and her chest was still a mystery to him because of her bra. All he could see was the topsides of her beautiful orbs, bouncing very slightly as she leaned back in to kiss him. She did not have a six pack of sorts, just a solid and flat stomach, muscled and amazing. Dak was rubbing it with his left paw, feeling the incredible softness of it, feeling it quiver at his touch, before replacing his paws on her back. Her back was much like his, save for smaller, and he was running his paws along her shoulder blades, feeling them heave and roll, arching into his touch.

Feeling something poke her thigh, Whisper looked down and saw the obvious. Returning her eyes to his face she watched him go so red his cheek fur warmed.

'Sorry', he whispered with a sheepish grin. With a heavenly giggle, she once again went into the kiss, feeling her fur against his, feeling her breasts pressed up against his muscular chest and feeling his paws roam her back, slowly working their way down to her rump. Once down there, he massaged her buttocks in his hands, and this was no mean feat. Dak was amazed at their iron hardness, and the thought that she could possibly outrun him sprinted fleetingly through his mind. Pushing it aside, he swiftly went back to her ass, and strangely forgot about one of his prime objectives: her tail. Eventually however, it came down to it. After tracing the muscles of his torso one by one, Whisper paw had come into contact with the hem of his jeans, and found the clasp on his belt. It came down to this. Did they want to go all the way, or would they slow things up, and just make this a passionate yet innocent night? In an extremely atypical turn of events, Dak posed the question with a raised eyebrow, and after watching Whisper think, thought it was over, until he felt her fumbling with the clasp of his belt. With a smile fit to crack the heavens, he tapped on her shoulder. Looking up, a similar expression on her own visage, she saw his hysterical smile and laughed, and he hers. In a surprising move Dak got up, and, reaching down, swept Whisper into his arms. He carried her into his room, and lay her down on his bed. Reaching down, he undid his belt, and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped himself. Pushing down his pants, she saw his damp underwear, and while normally it would slightly freak her out, from her point of view she couldn't quite judge the size of his member, and so was at ease with it right now. She gazed at his legs. Long like a fennec's, but muscled like a wolf's. She could see that those were the legs of an evolved predator, and thought deliciously that she was his next victim. Padding over, he knelt by the bed, and with a glance and tilt of his head, indicated her jeans. Glancing downward, she saw that she indeed was still clothed from the waist down, and slowly hooked her thumbs under her jeans, but not her panties. Pushing down slowly, almost agonizingly so, she finally pulled them off. Laying down beside her, Dak got the best look at them as he was propped up on his elbow. Now these were the legs of a vixen. Long, slender and athletic. He craved to run his hands along them, but for now that had to wait. Rolling on top of him, and taking care not to let their, although caged, swollen heats touch, Whisper resumed kissing Dak. Eventually though, the more obvious plan of action came to fore, and soon enough they broke the kiss and looked down. Dak was standing to full attention still, if not slightly larger than normal.

'So...how do you wanna do this?' asked Dak, looking slightly apprehensive, yet eager.

'Ummm...maybe we should just undress completely first, and then see where we go?' replied Whisper, looking lost.

'I know, maybe before we....ya know, take off our lower underwear, you should take this off?' he said, toying with a strap on her bra, with a hint of hope in his voice.

With a laugh, Whisper reached behind her and unclipped her bra, then took it off and threw it to the side. All Dak could do was stare.

Her breasts seemed perfectly sized to fit into the palm of his hand, and Dak didn't have small hands. From all the recent arousal, her pink nipples were poking out from beneath the fur, clearly visible. He longed to touch them.

'Go ahead', said Whisper, clearly knowing what was going on in his head. With a look of pure contentment, he placed one of his paws on her breast. It was firm, yet yielded. Soft and firm at the same time. Everything he had hoped for. Massaging it softly with his paw, receiving moans from Whisper, he ducked back into the kiss. This however, was not possible, for Whisper was moaning so much right now she couldn't keep her muzzle in this embrace of the lips.

In the meantime, Dak had slowly been patting his other paw down her stomach, and down to her panties. Slowly lifting them up, he was about to put his paw under them, and could already feel the heat. Just as his hand was touching the fabric...

'Dak! Wait..ohhh.....we should...uh....make this special..aahh...' Whisper managed to moan out.

Slightly disappointed, Dak removed his paw from her breast and asked, 'How so?'

'Well...I was kind of thinking that the first time we really touch each other should be with....ya know, should be down their touching' she said, blushing very slightly, and very cutely.

'Oh, Ok...' Dak said, cottoning on. 'Yeah, that sounds good. Soooo...ummm, should we both or...?'

'Yeah, lets do it at the same time,' said Whisper, gesturing to their underwear.

So, they both stepped out of bed, and stood there for a second, looking anywhere but at the other. When there eyes met, they both laughed embarrassedly, and looked quickly away. After almost a minute, Dak slowly started moving his hand to his underwear, and Whisper, seeing this, moved hers as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, they hooked their thumbs into their undies, and started pulling down. And yet, contrary to their more animalistic desires, they were both looking the other in the eyes the whole time.

When, eventually, all was said and lowered, they both started looking down, letting their eyes wander down the other's body. One's travelled down a slender neck, over a delicate collarbone, between the valley created by the other's amazingly soft breasts, over their muscled stomach, and down to a small area of matted fur, and with his sharp eyes, was stunned by the slightly swollen, slightly reddened, incredibly inviting lower lips.

At the same time, another's beautiful, twinkling emerald eyes where travelling down a chiselled jaw line, astride a pair of broad, muscular shoulders, across a chest that this particular fur knew from experience was at the same time iron hard yet feather soft, over the others muscled abs, down the ridge of muscle above his groin, and then to the (to her) gigantic, swollen pole jutting out from his body at a slight upward angle.

Colour-shifting, currently blue eyes and alive, emerald eyes widened in shock and no small amount of excitement. Rising back up, the two sets of eyes met again, and warmed. It was time. They were going to do it.

Stepping back into bed, Whisper laid down on her back, and Dak positioned himself above her, propping himself up in a push-up position. Lying there, looking the other in the eyes, actually feeling the heat radiating from the others reproductive area on their own heat, it was a moment they would never forget. The calm before the storm.

Reaching in for one last kiss, a small, no tongue thing, a simple touch of the lips, and Dak slowly lowered his waist. Slowly, slowly, until suddenly, they felt themselves touch. With a gasp Dak quickly thrust backwards, drawing away, and not expecting the touch. But, steeling himself for it, he lowered himself once more, and again felt that slightly wet, incredible heat.

On Whisper's end of the spectrum, this was a similarly breathtaking experience. It was something about Dak, he seemed to no exactly what he was doing. Looking down, she saw that he was pressing against her, and was about to enter. With one final kiss, that left their tongue's hanging in mid-air, Dak gradually pushed into her.

One inch, one inch and a half, and the head of Dak's lupine erection was fully inside of her. At the same time, he met a slight resistance, a soft wall that yielded only a fraction of an inch. Looking into her eyes, Dak saw her shed a single tear of anxiety. Leaning down, careful not to enter her any more, he licked her cheek softly. She looked up, and he continued to lick her, in no rush, just softly licking the side of her face. After a time, she looped her arms below his, and held onto his shoulders from behind.

'Ready?' he whispered right into her ear, very softly, and licked the outline of her ear. In response, she tightened her grip on his shoulders, just fractionally, and he knew that, instead of just pushing quickly past it, she wanted him to slowly break through it. He knew that it was like taking off a band-aid, better rip it off than peel, but Dak knew that once Whisper had made up her mind, no use changing it.

Dak slowly started pushing, very slowly but firmly, against this barrier. Whisper twisted and writhed beneath him, he had no idea how much this hurt. When she let out a scream, and clutched him, sobbing, enough was enough.

With a short, sharp thrust, he broke the barrier, while only pushing in another inch or so. Her eyes hot open, and a moan of pain escaped her lips. She stopped holding him, and fell back against the bed. He fell with her, but did not kiss her, simply licked her check once, and and then rested his head next to hers, cheek to cheek. They stayed that way for a time, long enough so that their newfound intimate connection took a back seat in his mind.

Feeling a sensation in his wolfhood, he looked down in surprise, because he hadn't moved. He then saw a slight twitch in Whisper's thigh muscles, and realised that she was pushing up. Slowly, ever-so-faintly, but pushing up all the same. Looking back up at her face, he saw her eyes flutter open, and a tiny smile spread across her muzzle.

'Hi', she whispered.

'Hay', smiled back Dak, happy to see she was OK. 'You want to keep going?'

Getting a shy nod in return, he went back to where they stopped, and kept slowly pushing in. Moaning in ecstasy, Whisper accepted him, inch by inch, until all of seven and a half inches was locked inside her. Breathless, both of them terribly hot and sweating by now, the sheets beneath them damp, Dak slowly retreated his hips, much to the mumbling disappointment of Whisper, who moaned in pleasure as he thrust back in, so that his sheath was rubbing at the creamy soft hair around her pussy.

They continued this pace, fast thrust in, slow pull out, for about six minutes, each of them groaning in amazement, it was incredible. The feelings they were getting, like scratching that deep, deep itch that could only be fulfilled by another. The fact that what they were doing was with each other only intensified it. Finally, after said six minutes, their paces sped up, infinitesimally, and their heart rates skyrocketed.

Soon enough, their pace had increased to an almost blurred frenzy, hips grinding against each other, terribly hot, so, so hot, the sweat flying off of them, and the two young body's together lips to toes.

Then, one of the proudest moments in every young wolf's life, he felt a swelling in the base of his erection, although it went slightly unnoticed as of now. However, as it made its way upwards along his member, it was first noticed by Whisper.

'Ugh..uh..ah....Dak..what..is pressing...oh...against me? Oh, God....' she managed to breathe out.

Looking down, he saw that his cock was swollen...moreso. A wild grin spreading across his muzzle, he was so proud.

'It's..ugh...my knot!!' he gasped.

'What's..ooooohh....a knot?'

'Well its...ahhhnggg...oh, I'll tell you later!!' yelled Dak, on the edge. 'Whisper...I think...its...almost time!!!'

'Oh, God Dak!! Oh, Jesus! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!' screamed Whisper, so stupidly close. 'Wait, there's something in me! Something big!!'

'That's...my..knot!!! I'll tell you everything later!!!!' moaned Dak, about to blow.

'Whisper!!'

'Oh, Dak!!!'

Meeting in mid air, for one last, sweaty, heated kiss, they both screwed their eyes shut and yelled in unison, Whisper screaming, Dak howling. Whisper felt a torrent of hot liquid being shot into her, wave after wave of it, it didn't stop! She felt her inner muscles contracting, pulling and pushing at the thing inside of her, trying to get more and more of Dak's seed shot into her. She felt a layer of liquid between her inner walls and the large intruder, lubricating and cushioning the soft yet hard thing inside of her. She herself was experiencing wave after wave of orgasm, several in one! She counted three before losing herself to pleasure. She was clamped down, vice-like on the thing inside her, milking her love for his essence.

Dak was in sheer bliss, prior to cumming he had felt like his sac was tightening, contracting against his groin, and at the moment of orgasm, he felt like it had loosened and was now emptying a hot fiery liquid through his lupine pole, into Whisper. He was feeling all that Whisper was, in not more, for he had her expanding and contracting, tightening and massaging around him. He, while VERY aware of what was happening in their reproductive organs, was also acutely aware of the rest of their bodies. He could feel Whisper's breasts rolling and bouncing on her chest beneath him, pressing against his own chest. He could hear their breathing, feel her heart beating through her chest. He could hear her breathing, her short, sharp breaths, and he could almost see her soul, pleasure infused and happy.

This kept on for a good half minute, considering this was their first time, until it died down.

Both could feel the liquid inside Whisper, being kept back by Dak's still fully erected pole stuck inside her. Whisper didn't even bother asking Dak to pull out, not that she wanted him to, and she was too tired now to even bother wondering about the "knot" thing.

Dak had similar thoughts, of contentment, and not caring about the world.

Before they nodded off, wrapped in the other's embrace, Dak pulled the blankets up over them, and they gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the twinkling blue and sparkling green.

'I love you, my mate.'

'I love you, my mate.'

This was said in unison, by both at the same time. Smiling to themselves, and leaning in further, they touched head to toe, Whisper burying her muzzle in Dak's shoulder's.

Finally, the sand man came and visited Whisper. Not too much later, Dak could feel sleep taking hold.

Dak's last thought, before his drowsiness took him?

Today was one hell of a day.