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A Matter of Love

The haze of the afterglow had barely faded when Kyra saw Movix rush over to a bush and sniff around. She rolled her eyes. He was probably just being paranoid. The vixen rolled over onto her back, feeling the wolf's cum slosh around inside her even as some of it dripped out of her well-used pussy. She moaned gently at the feeling. Getting rutted by wolfy again had been even more enjoyable than the first time, and she knew she'd made the right choice in accepting his offer.

Kyra grumbled softly. She wanted to stand up but was too exhausted from the fucking to bother. The vixen closed her eyes and thought of what she might demand from him the next time they met up to satiate their needs. She looked back over at Movix. He was still over by the bush but his head was up and he wasn't moving. Why?

She sighed and rolled back onto her stomach, the sudden movement causing some of the creamy cum to spurt out. Movix turned towards her. He slowly padded over to her, his eyes glancing around as he did.

Kyra stepped forward. "What in all the forests has you so worried, wolfy?"

The white wolf moved closer until they were a muzzle's length apart. "I was followed by a pack member named. She probably saw everything."

Fear shot through Kyra's mind and she quelled it immediately. This had nothing to do with her--it was wolfy's problem, but...then why was she worried? "...Well that certainly changes things, wolfy."

"No kidding. But what exactly it does is hard to tell. It was my best friend, Fiala, so things might be all right, but I don't need to tell you the majority of wolves' stance on what you and I have done. She could see it as a betrayal, or be a little more understanding."

Kyra huffed. "Bah, you see connections as too valuable, wolfy. My kind believe that they're always...transient. That's why we never mate for life. If worse becomes worst, you will still have yourself as an asset. Unless you're dead, naturally, but that's not going to happen soon...probably."

"What glowing support," Movix deadpanned. "And maybe that works for you because you're small, but wolves have trouble hunting alone. Catching a doe or buck by yourself requires a great deal of luck and skill. Anything smaller can only sustain my kind for a time. But this isn't the time for argument or theorizing, we need to do something."

"Like...?"

"Well..." he hesitated, which caught Kyra's attention, "you should probably find a place to hide and wait there for me."

Was that caring she detected in his voice...and warmth in her chest? Nevertheless, Kyra stretched out a paw and swatted Movix's nose with it making him jerk his head back. "Stupid wolfy! I can take care of myself. Worry about your own hide. Now we both need to wash ourselves, especially you! On the off chance your 'friend' hasn't already told the whole pack, you don't want your scent to tell them all they need to know!"

And they did so. After a quick bath in a river, Movix asked where they would meet, no matter what went down and Kyra told him the location of her den without thinking. Then the wolf hurried off, and as his tail disappeared into the underbrush, Kyra couldn't deny that she was genuinely worried about what might happen to her wolfy...

* * *

Movix returned, terrified, to his pack's dens. Padding slowly through the vine-covered crevice between the mountain faces was the worst part. The path twisted and turned so that he could usually only see four or five feet in front of him, and couldn't see the main area of the dens until the very end. As he treaded slowly through the path, the air was still and silent. The dens were not often silent. He started to wonder if he was going into a trap. That, rather than exiling him, the pack was planning to simply pin him down and rip and tear at his flesh until he begged for death.

All these thoughts and more picked at his mind and sent fear through Movix's veins as he took those last few steps around the bend and into the dens. He tensed, ready to hop back and flee, only to find that the main area of the dens only had six of them, and four of those were asleep. The two that were awake were whispering to each other, but their faces betrayed it to be the usual gossip and hearsay.

Movix took a moment to slowly let out the breath he hadn't meant to hold. But the anxiety wasn't over yet, he still had to find and speak with Fiala, and that was sure to be an awkward conversation, among other things. Well, no use in delaying it. He quickly walked towards his den, where he was sure he'd find his friend.

As he passed them, the two wolves that were whispering lowered their head and ears in greeting, and one of them said, "You smell strange today, Alpha..."

He paid them no mind and was soon in his den. It took him a few moments to find Fiala's black form among the shadows of the cave. But when he did he saw she was curled up, and from the sound of things she was...crying.

Soft wind ran through the cave, reminding Movix that his friend was still in heat. He stepped carefully towards her. "Fiala...?"

"Why?" The word was so quiet and choked out he nearly couldn't hear or understand it. "Why, Movix?"

And he explained to her his situation: the constant arousal, the annoying wolfesses, hunting and meeting Kyra, the deal he had made with her. The whole while Fiala remained silent, but ears perked in intent listening. When he finally finished, she was silent for half a minute, her face still hidden from his view by shadow and night.

"Why didn't you ask me, Movix? I could have sated your lusts."

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship, strange as that sounds," he said honestly.

She was suddenly on her paws and her tear-stained face was right in front of his. "Well maybe I wanted to be more than just friends!"

His jaw dropped open. "What...?"

"Oh come on, Movix!" She turned her head away. "I've been dropping hints for more than a year, constantly asking if you had a mate, questioning what you wanted in a wolfess. And just two days ago, asking you to mate me."

"But you said-"

"I'm not a pup, Movix. I can control myself. If I made it through my first heat alone, I could make it through all the others without a mate. I wanted you to lose yourself in the mating, to know and impregnate me, so you'd be forced to make me your mate, and I could finally confess my love! But instead..." she took a deep breath and turned back to Movix, fury seething in her eyes, "instead I found you mating that vixen."

Movix felt like he'd swallowed a ball of ice. He could imagine her pain, finding her love mating a creature not even of the same species as him, it would be horrible. "I just never thought of you in that way, Fiala. With all the wolfesses trying to get me inside them, you were supposed to be the one who wasn't, the one I could talk to. I never meant for you to fall for me."

"It's too late, Movix. You're a great wolf, you know that?" she spat, almost like she hadn't complimented him. "I tried to fight my feelings at first, but I thought that maybe, just maybe...I could get you." She turned away again, and silence reigned over the night air.

Over a minute had passed before either of them spoke again. "What now?" asked Movix, knowing it wasn't the most tactful time to pose the question, but it was a necessary question.

"I should probably tell the whole pack exactly what you've done to me, the betrayals of our pack you've committed," she said coolly. "But I can't, not when I understand your motives and the circumstances that led to them..."

"...So that's it, you're just going to let it go?"

"Of course not. Even though you never meant to cause it, the pain of you breaking my heart was still pain, and it can't be taken back. And there's only one way to give restitution for it."

Movix had a very good idea where she was going, but still asked, "What?"

Fiala stared Movix directly in the eyes. "Here's how things are going to happen, Movix. You can spend the rest of our pack's in-season time, 'frolicking' with your vixen harlot, but after the last female is out of heat, you're mine. My mate."

"Fiala, that's-"

"There's more. And even while the females remain in heat, I get to have you any time I want. In private, of course," her tone made it sound more like an order than an agreement offer.

The terms were steep, but once again he found he had little choice in the matter, so Movix readily said, "Alright."

The anger and sorrow upon Fiala's face slowly changed to a mixture of relief and burning lust. Before Movix had a chance to react, she ducked under him and traced a blunt claw along the his bulging sheath. The white tube pulled back a bit to reveal the tip of his red cock. Because of the arousing smell of the heat-scents of so many wolfesses that combined in the den's air, his tip had already begun to drip pre. Fiala eagerly stretched out her tongue and licked it up.

Movix shivered at the feeling, his hips giving a light thrust. Yet, the pleasure felt wrong. He idly wondered why it never had with Kyra... But there were more pressing issues, and Fiala was doing very...'distracting' things to his sheath under him. Her forepaw stroked and squeezed it, slowly pulling it away to free more and more of his large shaft. Movix simply let her do as she wished, just like he had with Kyra only just over an hour ago. He spent so much of the day being dominant and ordering wolves around, so he found himself enjoying being the submissive one for once.

Most of the wolf's thick length was out, and with a quick jerk of her paw, Fiala pulled the sheath back behind the growing knot. The black wolfess then rolled onto her back so the red cock was bobbing up and down above her face, and Movix's muzzle was right in front of her engorged folds. The white wolf knew exactly what she wanted.

Fiala continued to run a paw along his length at a slow, almost torturous pace. She leaned up slowly to lick and suck her soon-to-be mate's white-furred balls. She felt hot breath on her sex, and then a flexible appendage pressed into her cunt and she moaned, making her love's sack vibrate in her mouth. Movix lapped at her deeply. The scent of her heat, undiluted by distance, simply flowed directly into his nose and muddled his mind, making his arousal peak. At the same time, his musk was driving Fiala crazy. She brought her other forepaw up and placed it on the other side of his shaft. Together, they began to pump up and down the red cock, pressing the length between their soft pads. His cock jumped and spurted pre down onto her black neck fur.

Now it was Movix's turn to moan, and he did, sending exactly the same vibrations through Fiala's pussy and making the wolfess nearly bite into his sack from the immense pleasure it brought her. He drove his tongue in deeper, eyes closed as he inhaled her sweet scent and felt her paws stroking his cock while her warm and wet maw 'incubated his eggs.' Fiala continued to pump his cock as she released his balls from her mouth, letting the heavy sack hang as it lewdly dripped saliva. Movix's pre had become a steady stream by now, leaving glistening lines across the wolfess' black-furred neck and chin.

Fiala pulled her head back opened her maw right beneath the tip, letting the pre fall onto her tongue so she could taste and swallow it all. She lifted her head up again, took the tip into her mouth and rested it on her tongue. Movix shuddered, his mind in shambles as his tongue darted around inside her, searching for that special spot. The taste of her; the smell of her; it was overpowering. They had only been going at it for a short time but he was already close, and by the quivering of her insides, he knew Fiala was too.

As pre slid down her tongue and into her throat, the wolfess began to suck on the tip. Her tongue wrapped around the red cock as she did, thoroughly stimulating every single part of the length that it could reach. Movix responded by pressing his muzzle closer to Fiala's cunt. His cold nose rubbed against the area between Fiala's pussy and tailhole making her shiver. He kept moving his tongue around inside her, completely lost in her scent and overcome by instinct. His knot was fully grown, and spreading the wolfess' forepaws apart as they went along him. Knowing he was on the brink, Fiala moved her paws up and stroked the thick red bulb for a moment before pressing them down hard. Movix felt immense pleasure but held back his orgasm, an idea springing in his mind. He pushed his muzzle forward against the wolfess' cuntlips until he forced the vulva to spread around the tip of it.

That was all Fiala could take. She let out a deep moan and reverberated through Movix's cock. Her orgasm hit her with power, and her lips clenched down around Movix's muzzle and pinned his tongue where it was as her wolfess juices flooded his tongue and streamed out around his muzzle. With his tongue unable to move, Movix could only open his mouth slightly and try to suck them in. Her juices got into his mouth but most simply covered his muzzle and her crotch as she kept cumming.

In the throes of ecstasy, Fiala was determined to make her love cum as well. She pressed her paws down on his knot harder, her tongue lapping at the tip as she moved up and took half of his length in her mouth, sucking, and drove Movix over his own edge. He howled into her cunt, his cum spurting out of his tip and splattering the wolfess' mouth white with his creamy wolfseed. The torrent quickly filled up her mouth and made her cheeks puff out. She murred deeply at the taste and tried to swallow what she could but her own orgasm had delayed her reaction and caused a good amount to flow out of the sides of her mouth, letting streams of thick cum run down her cheeks and cover her chest. Her hips pinned Movix's head in her crotch as she continued to cum herself, and they stayed like that until her orgasm had tapered off, and she had swallowed as much of the white wolf's creamy cum as she could.

* * *

And so things went on. Movix went to Kyra's den and told her of the deal. She was outraged at first, but he convinced her there was no other option. The alpha was split between the two, and every day he would fuck one of them, and most days both. Though Movix knew it would have been best for him to fall for Fiala, he found himself only developing feelings for Kyra. He tried to stamp them out, but they just kept growing. He had no idea Kyra felt exactly the same way. Weeks passed, and the pack's wolfesses slowly came out of heat.

The snow covering the ground was more or less here to stay now, for the winter at least. Kyra was half-buried in it, and though her winter coat insulated her well, she couldn't stay out in the cold forever. It was relatively early for her to be awake, while the sun still hung in the winter sky, and she'd rather be sleeping in her den than out in the cold.

Just yesterday, Movix had told Kyra that the final one had come out of heat. Now she was waiting impatiently for her wolfy to come... And that was something that irritated her a lot. She kept catching herself thinking of him as her wolfy, not just wolfy. She had stopped denying days ago that she had certain feelings for the white wolf. Feelings she despised and hated, because of what wolves had done to her mother...

Distracted by her thoughts as she was, Kyra nearly turned tail and fled when Movix came into view and ripped her out of her reverie. The look in his eyes told her what she already knew: this was probably the last day she'd ever see him.

"Well, Kyra..." he began awkwardly, "you already know that the last wolfess came out of heat yesterday, which marks the end of our deal."

Kyra was surprised when a black wolfess stepped up to the side of Movix. That must be Fiala, the wolfess she'd never met but had come to despise. The frown on Fiala's face told Kyra the feeling was mutual. The vixen looked her up and down critically, and was unimpressed.

"You aren't good enough for him," Kyra said matter-of-factly.

"Well, aren't you just the most polite little thing?" Fiala said back, putting emphasis on 'little.'

Movix stepped between them, worried they might start arguing. "Woah, both of you, there's no need for fighting. And Kyra...I had an agreement with Fiala, I have to go through with it--have to keep my word."

"Now would likely be the best time to go," Fiala suggested and Movix nodded.

Fiala turned and began to walk off. Movix turned as well, gave a backwards glance, and then followed. Wait, they were going to leave just like that?! And she found herself perplexed as to why she even cared, why she had feelings for him, why she almost feared the idea of never seeing him again. She had no idea why, not when wolves had killed her mother in cold blood... Still, without meaning to, Kyra said, "You can't take my wolfy."

The black wolfess whipped around, and stared at the vixen half in annoyance and half in disbelief. "Your wolfy? Don't tell me...you're actually in love with Movix...?"

Thinking quickly, Kyra hatched a plan. "And don't tell me you actually believe you can please him."

"Of course I can, because I'm not some tiny little fox," Fiala retorted.

"That just makes me tighter."

She was trying to get Fiala angry enough to give her some sort of chance to prove herself. Movix didn't try to stop the fighting this time around, just looked between the two, seeming quite torn.

"You aren't even the same species as him!" Fiala half-shouted, exasperated by the vixen.

"What advantages do you even have over me by being a wolf?" Kyra asked.

The wolfess hesitated for a moment, and quietly said, "I can take him up my ass."

"A pristine thing like you? Have you even tried that yet or are you just oh so sure you can?"

Fiala bared her teeth. "Of course I'm sure."

"Prove it."

She growled. "I don't have to prove anything to you, fox. Your 'wolfy' is mine now, regardless of anything you say. Whining and whimpering at me won't change that. The only reason you ever fucked Movix in the first place is because you just so happened to get hunted by him, just so happened to go over that hill, and his muzzle just so happened to end up in front of your cunt. It was coincidence, no, luck that was the only reason you and I are even talking now."

The wolfess' words rang true, and they stung because of that. But Fiala was at the edge, just a little bit more... "Only say that 'cause you're scared I'm a better lover than you."

Fiala snarled and moved to pounce Kyra but Movix stepped in the way and she settle for a hate-filled glare. "You are so annoying I'm tempted to simply snap your neck here and now to show exactly who's more worthy to be his mate, but I accept your challenge, fox."

Kyra cheered internally but resisted showing it. "What's the contest going to be?" she asked coolly.

Fiala smirked. "A contest to see which of us can please Movix the best: a sex contest. And the winner becomes Movix's mate."