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The young wolf whimpered as the huge body atop him ground forward, the powerful thrust into his ass sending the teenager lurching enough that he had to dig his claws into the grass to keep his body from being sent toppling down into the dirt. The sensation of the larger male's swelling penis jamming into him as deeply as it could sent a shock of pain through his body and forced a hoarse gasp from his lungs. His tongue had already been lolling out one side of his muzzle, and as he was fucked more and more viciously his breathing grew ragged, rapid, and unsteady.

With a deep growl above the smaller wolf, the brawny canid once again shoved himself deep inside, and pulled back. His engorged penis glistened in the moonlight, heavily veined red flesh that tapered near the tip, and it was beginning to knot up near the base. It squirted a near constant stream of watery fluid across and into the young lupine's abused bottom. Letting out another aggressive snarl, the huge creature shoved his brutal way back in.

Kishi let out a yelp as he was once again pushed forward, slim muscles shivering and threatening to collapse underneath their combined weight. The wild canine above him wasn't easy on the pup. In fact, the easiest nights could probably be described as 'merely painful,' rather than 'utterly agonizing'. Kishi didn't know exactly why he kept coming back out here, where he was sure to run into this man. Something about being used this way . . . but it wasn't something he could think about, not while that huge, thickly furred body was ravaging him.

It didn't take much longer for the larger canid to lose control. The adolescent wolf felt thick flesh being hammered under his tail once again. The knot at the base was squeezed forward harder and harder, and then popped inside with a wet squish while Kishi let out a pained, high-pitched yelp. By contrast, he could hear the strained lust in the growl from over his head, even while strands of saliva dripped down onto the back of his neck. The smaller of the two's exclamation eventually faded into a soft moan as the huge creature slumped down on top of him, massive and feral looking paws supporting his weight on either side of Kishi's smaller ones, silent other than the ragged panting that Kishi had grown to savor.

Kishi always loved this part. The sensation of that huge cock and thick knot throbbing inside him gave him a sense of finality after an exhausting experience that always left him sore and walking bow legged for at least a few hours afterwards. He'd find himself gazing down into the grass, at the marks his claws had torn in it, while the larger male still buried under his tail would continue panting, and gazing with those pale gold eyes through the field, presumably checking for threats while he continued to spill his seed into the willing ass beneath him.

As near as Kishi could tell, none of their ties had ever lasted less than fifteen minutes. He thought that this one was turning out to be a long one, though it was hard for him to tell, since after a few minutes of being trapped under the silent male he tended to lose track of time. Eventually though, the younger canid felt the swelling inside him begin to relax, and its owner shifting his weight. With a wet slurp, the black-furred canid's dick slid out of him, and seconds later with a rustling of grass, the whole frightening creature himself was gone. Kishi slumped down into the turf, panting hard and acutely aware of what felt like a gallon of wolf cum dripping out of his ass and running down the inside of his thighs.

Eventually, the young wolf managed to clamber back up to his feet, and started to limp in the direction of town. His eyes tracked up towards the sky and found the moon. It was close to one in the morning, and he knew he had to hurry back or he'd be exhausted when he woke up tomorrow.

The white-furred wolf made one diversion, stopping at Blue Sky lake on his way back. He almost couldn't believe how much had dripped out in just the five minutes it took him to get to the water. His aching backside was coated in sperm, and it'd run down so far along his legs that he was leaving damp footprints where he walked. He washed off the worst of the mess, and from there, the young wolf resumed his trip home, and like he'd done so often recently, climbed in through his bedroom window without alerting his family.

Despite the urge to fall asleep immediately, he couldn't. Not after an experience like that. Laying on his back in the bed, the wolf let one of his hands wander down over his chest, and stomach, and grasped the base of his furred sheath. He let out a gasp; just that simple touch was almost enough to set him off, and he was only halfway out of his sheath. Kishi closed his mind, and imagined that man. In seconds, with only a few slow strokes, he'd popped his knot out and collared his sheath securely behind it.

He wasn't really that big. He'd always thought he was, before meeting that wolf. That dog? He didn't know for sure. All he did know was that being fucked like that made him feel hotter than he ever had before. He squeezed his knot hard, and slipped his other hand further down. As he probed his ass with a few fingers, the young wolf couldn't help wincing. It was still sore, and would be for a while. But it was still slick, as well. Sucking in a breath, he tried to keep himself quiet as he stuffed two fingers up into his stretched ass, and felt the hot fluid still filling him, drooling out past his fingers.

He was so close . . . so close! Kishi could feel jets of precum shooting out over his stomach with a lot more force than he was used to. One more squeeze around his knot, and a firm push of a third finger into himself was all it took. Kishi tilted his head off to one side, and seized his pillow in his teeth to keep from groaning out loud. His orgasm was strong. He hit himself in the face at least a few times, and by the time it finished almost a minute later his chest and stomach were soaked.

A few heartbeats later and Kishi dozed off, still soaked in his own load. The last thing he thought was that it'd at least hide the scent of that man on him. That gorgeous, wonderful stud.

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Journey's End's was appropriately named, as once one arrived, they rarely left - it was difficult to get to, requiring passage through treacherous mountain passes, swamps, and a stretch of desert. However, one willing to brave the dangers necessary to reach it would typically be rewarded. Journey's End was also a virtual Paradise. Rich fields and orchards and abundant wildlife provided plenty of food. The climate was warm nearly year-round. The village itself wasn't large, but surrounded by thousands of acres of fertile land meant there was plenty of room to roam and expand for its inhabitants.

Every few years, a caravan, weary and worn from travel, would arrive in the village. Just as often, a few males or females would choose to attempt the journey back to more populated lands, to see the rest of the world. There were no objections to this; the fact that change was a part of life was broadly accepted.

This Autumn had been a bountiful one. The harvests had brought in plenty of grain and fruit, and that meant an exciting festival. Kishi had loved festivals ever since he was a young boy. Dancing, singing, laughter, celebration of life, and best of all, extra food! The mood in Journey's End was a cheerful one, lately.

Kishi Mason himself was a strong young wolf. When your dad's a mason and you're apprenticing under him, you've got to be. So, despite the fact that the slim lupine had never had one of the stoutest builds in the village, his body was firm, athletic, and reasonably powerful. He'd never been the best fighter among his peers, but he could hold his own. His fur was unusual, a pretty snow-white that tended to be more common among the women of the village, and he had an unruly mop of blond hair atop his head.

Since waking up this morning, the white wolf had, like on most days over the past month, doing his best to walk without limping and to hide the scent of the beast who'd fucked him the previous night. Being gay wasn't exactly encouraged, but it wasn't like he'd be disowned if his parents found out he was seeing another boy. Sneaking out in the middle of the night to be fucked by a creature who was obviously a lot older and a lot bigger than him, and whose name he didn't know and who was probably one of the tribal dogs from the plains... That might just do the trick.

It was early in the day, and Kishi loped along the dusty trail that led to the Harvest fair. He'd risen at dawn, trying not to be too groggy, and spent some extra time by the river cleaning his sheets, and under his tail. Despite his rinsing on the way home, he knew that he could never be too careful, not living with a group of wolves. He'd spent the hours after that working with his father. Masonry wasn't in high demand late in the year, so he'd been sculpting, something he'd always had a talent for.

Young Kishi had a tough time concentrating on his work, and kept glancing out the window towards the road, hoping to see his sibling. There'd been lots of things going on lately. Aside from what he'd been doing after he was supposed to be in bed last night, the Harvest festival was today, and his older brother Kythan was supposed to pick him up after guard training was finished for the day to head over there. It had been a tradition with the two boys since Kythan was twelve and Kishi was seven. At around noon, the sound of hooves outside the shop caused Kishi's ears to perk right up, and his father chuckled as Kishi looked imploringly over at him.

"Go on, Kishi. But you'll be working extra hard tomorrow."

The adolescent wolf laughed. "Don't worry, Dad, you know I will." With that, he hopped up from his chair, which was a relief since he still ached under his tail, tossed his apron down onto the table, and scampered out to meet his brother.

Kythan was a constant source of inspiration and occasional envy for the younger boy. His more typical grey pelt tended to look a lot more masculine than Kishi's white, he was taller, and more muscular. Despite that, he had always been a good listener, and only spoke up when he had something important to say.

As Kishi skidded to a stop outside of the building, he saw his brother seated atop Winterrowd, Kythan's stallion. Kishi couldn't help thinking how majestic the lupine looked like that.

"Good morning, shorty," Kythan playfully crooned. "Let's get going, shall we?"

Kythan grinned, and leaned down to offer his shorter sibling a hand up. Kishi accepted it, and climbed up onto the horse without a fuss. As usual, he seated himself in front of his brother, and leaned back against the older wolf while Kythan steered the stallion's reins.

The ride wasn't that far, and Kishi spent most of it absorbed in his own thoughts. There had been so many changes in his life lately. There was Kythan, for one. Last week, he and his girlfriend, Violet, had announced their engagement. It was hard not to think about not being able to spend as much time with his older brother.

That wasn't where his mind was straying, though, and Kishi almost felt guilty about that. It was that man. Kishi wasn't even sure if he was a wolf. As they rode, he started thinking about what he did know. Black fur. Everything was black. He didn't know any other wolves with a pure black pelt like that.

He'd never said a word to Kishi, either. Not a thank you, not a request for something special. The young lupine wasn't sure if they even both spoke a common tongue. He'd never reciprocated either, never even reached under to touch Kishi's own sheath. But for some reason, that never bothered the younger male. Why not?

Kishi was confused. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was being used. Almost raped. Ever since the first time, all those weeks ago, when he'd been out in the evening gathering clay by the lake for his sculptures, and he'd suddenly found himself shoved into the ground. So hard that he almost blacked out. And then there was a nose, sniffing him all over. And then, that huge cock, sliding under his tail. And since then, he'd been going back, again and again. Something about it was intoxicating. What was wrong with him?

As Kishi let out a quiet sigh, he felt his older sibling's hand clap down on one of his shoulders.

"Kishi."

The younger wolf was jolted out of his reverie, and glanced up at his taller sibling. Kythan was smirking at him.

"Huh?" Kythan cleared his throat, took a quick look around, and then gently led Winterrowd off the trail, so that their conversation wouldn't be heard quite as easily by the other villagers on their way to the festival.

"Kishi, I know that look on your face. You're nervous. Have you met a boy?"

Kishi's sexuality wasn't a secret from his brother. It hadn't been since Kythan had walked in on him and one of the farmer's sons two years ago. This wasn't just some fling, though. The white wolf felt his ears folding back and his tail drooping. He let his eyes drop to the muscular neck of the stallion he was seated on.

"Uh, not exactly, Kythan." The older lupine knew that tone, too. Both he and his younger brother used to end up like that when they tried to lie to their parents. Neither one was very good at lying, and they'd grown out of it after finding out they'd get their hides tanned whenever they tried. Kythan gave Kishi's shoulder another squeeze.

"You already know that I'm not going to tell Mom or Dad, and I'm not going to get grossed out. C'mon, sapling."

That little name caused Kishi's ears to pin back further. He bit his lower lip, and glared up at his older brother. Kythan peered back, eyes narrowed. Eventually though, just like always, Kishi broke down first and started to giggle. Kythan smirked, and slid his big paw around to grip the scruff on the back of his brother's neck, where he gave the other wolf a shake.

"Okay, Kythan, I'll tell you. But not right now, okay? Let's just go, and enjoy the day."

Kythan responded with a frown that lasted just a moment. So, it obviously wasn't just another boy. He knew when to let things go, though. That frown turned into a smile, and was mirrored by Kishi, and the two young men continued on their way to the festival.