FSE

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This is a one-shot story I decided to do on TDG's request. However, I might make it into a series if enough people like the idea. As always, feel free to leave any comments, questions, or reqests down below.

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There are always plenty of stories surrounding any kind of wilderness; some are mundane, others are a bit more fantastical. In any rural area, you could find tales of shapeshifters, demons, ghosts, and seven foot tall monkey people just by asking around. Some fully believe them to be true, claiming they themselves have had encounters with these beings. Others might say they’re leftovers of ancient legends, stuff that got passed down and distorted through the generations. A few believe they’re just hoaxes for attention, conjured up by a couple bored teens with a halloween costume and a video camera. My name is John Dennil, and whatever the truth of those legends were, I was bound to find out. This search for truth was what lead me down a hardly-used dirt road in the middle of nowhere during a chilly afternoon in autumn

The locals had reported a few cases of sighting wolf creatures of some kind, claiming they stood two heads higher than a man and had the strength of a full-grown bear. They called it the dogman, although some speculated it was closer to a wolf than an actual dog. Most of the sightings had come from one spot in particular, so I quickly decided on a good spot to go camping. I figured I’d set up some night vision cameras in the woods, spend the night camping, then see what popped up in the morning. It was a simple plan, and one I was sure couldn’t go wrong in the slightest.

My battered jeep finally pulled up to the secluded, hardly used trailhead, its headlights picking out the white letters from the vine covered sign. “Glen Creek Trail,” I thought to myself, “Looks like the right place.” I swung open the door and dropped to the leaf-covered asphalt, my shoes crunching on a carpet of fallen leaves. The cool autumn air tugged at my short black hair, and the afternoon sun cast the forest in a pleasant orange glow. I snuck over to the trunk of the jeep and popped it open, then took my bags out of the back. First came my trusty backpack, then the sleeping bag and tent, and finally the bag of remote camera equipment. I slammed the trunk closed with my one free hand, adjusted my grip on the bags, and began walking down the hardly-used trail.

Throughout my trip to the campsite I felt like eyes were on me. The woods may have been well lit, but most of the trees were big enough to hide a human… or something worse. It would be so easy for something to dart between them when I wasn’t looking, to gradually sneak around to my backside, to get right behind me and BAM!

My heart nearly stopped as I whirled to look over my shoulder, my paranoia making it feel like something was about to jump right at my face. But, alas, all I found was the trail winding back the way I came. I tried to convince myself that nothing was out there, that I wasn’t in any danger, but fearful panic managed to worm its way into my mind all the same. My legs picked up the pace as I went down the trail, silently begging for the safety of a clearing.

Eventually the overgrown trail led to a circular patch of open grass and fallen leaves, free from the undergrowth that cluttered just about everywhere else in these woods. I set down the camera gear and began opening up the tent, swiftly unpacking the metal rods and nylon tarp. It took a while to get the large structure set up, but when it was done I had a comfortably sized shelter from the cold. I then stepped inside and rolled out my sleeping bag, a big poofy thing that functioned equally well as bedding. Once my task of setting up my sleeping area was complete, I flopped down onto the sleeping bag for a well deserved rest. I’d just lay here for a bit, then get up and-

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Something was moving out there on the fallen leaves, something big. Crunch. Crunch. Snuffle snuffle. Was it a bear? Maybe, but it didn’t sound like something with four paws. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Whatever it was was right beside the tent. I froze, every muscle in my body paralyzed by fear as whatever it was moved around out there. I could see a looming black shape outlined in the sun, bent over and carefully crawling on all fours. I could hear it sniffing at the base of the tent, perhaps picking up some scent of prey. Maybe I was that prey, I thought, and it was only a matter of time before the beast realized I was only a few feet from it. I could feel myself shaking, terrified by the thought that the only thing standing between me and a mouth of sharp teeth was a flimsy sheet of nylon.

I worked up the courage to start crawling to the middle of the tent, moving slowly so I didn’t alert whatever was out there. It was circling over to the tent flap, getting closer to the entrance with every passing second. I could hear fur rubbing against the nylon, could smell a hint of primal musk, and could feel the aura of hunger in the air. The small part of my brain that could still reason argued that a few feet of distance wouldn’t save me, but my body refused to listen as I crawled backwards. The thing was at the tent flap which I had foolishly left unzipped, continuing to sniff and snuffle around. Its nose was right at the entrance, its face began pushing in, and I could see its black nose peeking insi-

CRACK!

A big, brittle branch gave way under my palm, breaking the tension and nearly giving me a heart attack. Whatever it was bolted, running away in a flurry of scrabbling claws faster than any bear I had seen. After a second, all I could hear was the distant snapping of twigs and branches as whatever beast it was tore ass through the forest. It took me a moment to muster the courage to peek out of the tent, but when I did all I saw was some still-rustling bushes in the distance. Well, it wasn’t all I saw; as I looked down, I noticed that the thing had left one very clear footprint in the grass.

Once I was sure that the thing was long gone, I stepped fully out of my tent, being careful to not ruin the footprint. I made my way over to my backpack, but once I got to it I realized it had been opened. It wasn’t torn open, in fact it looked positively pristine, but most of the zippers had been undone. As I searched through the contents I realized that all the food that wasn’t in airtight packaging had been stolen, while my survival gear and books had been left untouched. I reached in and grabbed “The Tracker’s Handbook”, then headed back to the footprint. I flipped the book open to its first few pages, looking down the list of archetypes. It didn’t look like a bear print, it was too narrow and only had four toes. What it did look like was a wolf print, only it was too big to be any kind of wolf I’d heard of. I looked a bit closer and realized it had a lot more weight behind it as well, at least 100 pounds more than an average wolf. I went back to my backpack and found my forensic ruler, then laid it out next to the footprint. I took several pictures, showcasing the size and depth for future reference. This was some pretty solid proof for the dogman theory, but it would be far from enough to convince anyone important.

Afterwards, I got the bright idea to set up cameras all around the campsite, just in case this dogman/wolfman thing came back. I placed a few in the surrounding trees to cover all angles, making sure that anything that entered the clearing would get caught on camera. After a moment of thought I decided to put a camera in the corner of the tent as well, looking over at my sleeping bag. If that thing did come back, and this time made it into my tent… the optimist in me said I’d get some great footage, while the pessimist decided I’d be filming my own mauling. Either way I’d have solid proof that this thing existed.

I swiftly got all of the campground cameras hooked up to my laptop, and decided to take a peek. Camera 1… nothing. Camera 2… nothing. Camera 3… there was something. I could see some sort of figure crouched behind a bush at the edge of the clearing behind me, concealed just enough so that I couldn’t tell what it was. It seemed big, though, and I guessed that it was the same creature that had been sniffing around my tent. I quickly ran through my options: I could take a camera over and investigate, I could go hide in my tent until it left, or I could just carry on placing cameras in the woods. Investigating was tempting, but it could just run away before I could get it on camera, or it could just rip my face clean off. Staying put was the safest bet, but it was getting dark; if I didn’t get the rest of the cameras up soon, I’d be forced to work during the night when I could barely see. Just ignoring the thing and setting up the rest of the cameras seemed nonsensical at first, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. I wouldn’t be confronting the creature that was stalking me, and I could gather footage of the area during the whole night. It might be a bit more dangerous than hiding in the tent, but that thing already knew I was here and sturdy nylon wouldn’t last a minute against bear-like claws.

With my plan of action decided on, I went back to my backpack and tucked my laptop inside. I slipped my arms through the straps, then took the bag of camera equipment in my hands and began heading off towards the woods. My whole body was tensed, waiting for the sound of claws running toward me, but no such sound came. I finally made it to the tree line, feeling relief wash over me. The relief was short lived, however, as I quickly realized the thing would have an even easier time stalking me with hundreds of trees to hide behind.

A few minutes in I decided on a spot to set up my first camera, a tall, slim tree with only a few flimsy branches. I took out the device, hooked it up to my laptop, and was about to start climbing when I saw something through the trees. It looked like some kind of scratching, carved onto a tree with bestial claws. At first I thought it was something a bear might do, but upon closer inspection I found it was too deep and deliberate for a bear. Maybe my mystery creature was the one to do this, I thought, in which case it must have some serious claws. Suddenly a thought occurred to me: maybe this was a spot the creature frequented. With that thought came a wave of paranoia, and I frantically scanned the forest around me. Nothing, or at least nothing I could see. Since I seemed to be in the clear, I climbed a few feet up a nearby tree and stabbed the camera into it. Each camera had a little piton attached, so that with a single strike of a hammer they could be put on just about any surface. I made sure to adjust the little lens to point straight at the claw mark, but right as I got it lined up I noticed something else: tracks.

They weren’t very obvious from the ground, but from up in the tree I could make them out pretty clearly. A trail of crushed leaves and snapped twigs led off to the left, deeper into the woods. Once I got back down to the ground I could still make out the tracks, and I got up close to one of the clearer footprints. It was the same giant wolf pattern as the one at the clearing, with the same weight and everything. I quickly took pictures of the clearer prints with the forensic ruler, filing them away with a few quick taps. It wasn’t much, but I figured any proof was good proof.

With the pictures taken, I grabbed the camera bag and started moving along the creature’s trail. Every so often I would climb another tree and set up another camera, each time making sure to get a good shot of where the thing might go. There were plenty of other signs of its activity, scratched trees, tufts of greyish fur, even something that seemed like a primitive hunting trap. I started wondering if this thing was smarter than an animal, if maybe it was smart enough to use markers and traps. Maybe it was smart enough to find my cameras, especially if it was following me. I thought for a second about the danger of losing hundreds of dollars in equipment, but figured it was too late to go back and retrieve them. Besides, they all had trackers on them, and I’d seen them survive quite a bit of punishment.

After a few more minutes of trekking, the tracks led me to the mouth of a cave. It was fairly large, but pitch black inside, and where the light did shine I could see some small things scattered about. At first I thought they were leaves, but as I approached I realized they were the shredded remnants of the snacks from my backpack. Mixed in were the bones of some smaller animals, all of them picked clean and nearly bleached by the sun. It was hardly a good omen, and the feeling of having hidden eyes on me returned.

I swiftly got to work setting up the last of my two cameras, placing one in a tree overlooking the cave. If anything came in or out of that cave, I’d see it. Then I dropped back to the ground, and was faced with a choice: I could just head back to the campsite, or I could try investigating the cave. I took my last camera out and held it in my palm, running my eyes over the various wires and parts. Heading back would be the safest option, but there was no telling what proof I’d find down in the cave. I walked over to the cave mouth, my feet crunching on little bones, and tried to make out anything in the darkness. I stared into the depths of that cavern for quite a while, pondering the risks and rewards. It was sorely tempting to go exploring, but poking around the creature’s lair made it even more likely for me to run into it. There was no telling how aggressive this thing would be on its own turf, and all the footage in the world wouldn’t be worth dying over. Plus, I had less than half an hour of daylight left, and I didn’t want to have to find my way back in pitch darkness. I finally came to the conclusion that it was just too risky, and that I should just go back to the clearing before it got dark. I turned around and began walking back to the campsite, when something landed behind me.

It hit the ground with a thud, 300 pounds of fur and muscle landing with catlike grace. I could hear it sniffing the air behind me, its heavy breaths underlining the tension. Yellowed leaves crunched under its paws as it took a few steps forward, getting close enough that I could feel the heat of each snuffle on the back of my neck. Fear paralyzed me, freezing my limbs in place and keeping me from thinking straight. The small sliver of my mind that was still rational screamed at me to run, but my body was unable to obey. As the thing continued to inhale my scent, it’s paws went to my backpack, unzipping the main pouch and sticking its snout inside. When it didn’t find any more food, it strangely changed its focus to the back of my neck. Its large, wet nose brushed against my skin, and I could hear it licking its chops in anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity of snuffling at my neck, something warm and wet rubbed against my ear. It was right then that I finally snapped, and I dropped the camera before taking off running.

I don’t know how long I ran for, but I know I made it back to the clearing in record time. I frantically zipped myself up back inside my tent, making sure not to leave the flap unsecured this time. Once it was sealed I whipped out my laptop, moving to the camera uplink program with a few clicks. I scrolled through the feeds until I got to the one right outside the cave. Nothing interesting showed on the live feed, but as I rolled back the footage of the last few minutes I saw the creature run backwards on all fours to the mouth of the cave, then stand up straight. I paused it right as the thing got into view, inspecting the creature. It looked like some sort of hulking werewolf, with shaggy fur in the same pattern as that of a timberwolf. Looking a bit closer, I realized that the thing had two bulges around its pectoral area, and with a start I realized it had what appeared to be breasts. I saved the snippet of video, then rewound it a bit further.

It did something with the fur between its legs for a few seconds, seeming to rub or scratch at it with one paw. After that I came running backwards into view like a bat out of hell, swiftly freezing as I got close to the wolf thing. I watched it sniff at my neck for a while, then unzip and paw through my backpack in reverse. It then flew back into the air, landing on top of the cave. Once it got to there, I hit play and watched the events unfold. This creature was roughly a foot taller than me, standing on canine-style legs and using human-like arms. It had some pretty decent claws, as I’d guessed before, and it was obvious that this thing could have easily caught and killed me at any point in my encounter with it. So why didn’t it?

After I saved the video clip, I put my laptop aside and lay down on my sleeping bag while pondering that question. Maybe it was just curious about me? No, that would explain it sniffing around the campsite, but not this. It had deliberately gotten up close and personal, sniffing and… licking. And then after I’d left it did something with its paw. I rolled over and grabbed my laptop again, flipping it open and going back to the video clip. I fast forwarded through my panicked escape to where I saw it doing the paw thing. At first glance I thought it might just be scratching an itch, but if it was it would just use its claws. From what I could tell it was deliberately using the pad of its paw, and instead of scratching up and down it seemed to be rubbing in circles. Was it… masturbating? No, no, it couldn’t be, why would it do that right after sniffing me? There had to me another explanation, I just needed time to figure it out.

Crunch crunch crunch crunch. Leaves crumpled under heavy footsteps, almost making me jump out of my skin. In a frightened frenzy I pulled up the live feed for one of the clearing cameras, and saw that the beast was once again right outside my tent. I could hear it snuffling and sniffing outside, picking up my scent before circling around again. I closed my laptop as quietly as possible, sliding it towards the camera in the corner as the thing moved toward the tent flap. It seemed far more confident than before, like it was looking for something specific instead of exploring. That specific something was probably me, I thought, and what it intended to do with me was not something I wanted to think about.

I could see its silhouette as it reached up, and to my surprise grabbed the zipper for the tent flap. All I could do was look on in horror as it slid the zipper down, moving it in a slow U as it unsealed the tent. Images of being torn apart by this beast flashed through the primal part of my mind, tying down my limbs with chains of fear. The first part of it through was its wolf-like leg, terminating in a four-digited paw. The leg was covered in a blend of white and grey fur, with white running up the inner thigh and grey covering the haunches. Next came a single, massive, five fingered hand, tipped with long claws that could have ripped me in half. Finally it poked its head in, stooped low due to the cramped confines of the tent. Its tooth-filled maw was opened, but not in a snarl; in fact, it seemed to almost pant like a dog, licking its lips as its amber eyes locked with mine. The ears were perked up in a friendly demeanor, and it seemed all too jovial for a monster of the woods.

The rest of its bulk moved into the tent, and as it stood stooping I finally got a good look at it. Its fur was indeed like a timberwolf’s, with grey and black fur on its back and flanks and lighter fur on its underbelly. The fur wasn’t shaggy like I thought it would be, and instead seemed… fluffy. Thick muscles rippled under its skin as it shifted its weight, making me wonder why it didn’t just rip its way inside the tent. My gaze shamefully drifted down to its chest, and as I lay there gaping I realized it did have breasts, eight of them to be precise. Only the top two were swollen to human proportions, but all of them were punctuated in little pink nipples that peeked out from the fur. After a few seconds I tore my gaze away from its—or should I say her—chest, by my eyes settled on something else shameful. I looked down between her legs to see what she was rubbing at, and found a set of vulva open to the air. It looked more like a dog’s than a human’s, with a teardrop shape and an inverse T entrance. It seemed really puffed up and swollen, and as the creature crawled on top of me I had the stray thought that it might be in heat.

Her formidable mass pressed down on top of me, and I realized with horror it was too late to run. As her drooling muzzle lowered toward my face, I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. I could already feel her maw on my throat, her pointed teeth digging into the sides of my neck, her claws ripping open my chest to get at my heart. It was going to be slow and painful, and nothing could compare to… wait, was that a lick?

My dire train of thought came to a stop as I felt something big, soft, and wet slide across my face. I opened my eyes just as I got another lick across my cheek. The creature was rubbing up against me as well, pressing her fur covered body against mine. I even felt her grinding her hips against my own, getting me sort of aroused. She looked down at me joyfully, and in her eyes I could see eager excitement mixed with what almost seemed like lust. Then her nose went down to my neck, and she started sniffing down my body. She went lower and lower as she moved backward, going from my chest all the way down to my waistline.

After a quick glance up at me, her huge hands went straight to my belt buckle. A few seconds of her fiddling with the front of my pants later, I finally realized what she was trying to do. “Wha- no, get off!” I exclaimed, not wanting to have my pants taken off by some monster that might still eat me. I tried sitting up and pushing her snout away, but my arms were no match for her raw strength. I then attempted to squirm backward, in the hopes of getting more space, but as soon as I wormed out of her reach she moved forward and grabbed me by the waistband. I was yanked back into position, whereupon she went back to working on my pants. As a last resort I tried to kick her away with my feet on her shoulders, but again she refused to budge. She then looked at me with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, making me realize fighting the 300 pound wolf-monster was both futile and likely a mistake. I braced myself for whatever retribution awaited me, but was still utterly surprised when she spun around and hopped her legs on either side of my torso.

Before I could react, she sat down onto my chest with most of her weight, knocking the wind out of me. In this new position I couldn’t fight back against her assault with arms or legs, no matter how hard I tried. As she finally got off the belt buckle, I slowly went limp, resigned to my fate of having my pants stripped off by this creature. I didn’t know what she planned to do once she accomplished her goal, but some small part of me still worried it involved sharp teeth and lots of pain. With my mind no longer concentrated on escaping, I realized she now had her vulva pressed against my shirt. It felt soft through the cloth, as well as a little bit wet. Part of me though it was gross that this monster was rubbing its genitals on my chest, but my more primitive side found it positively arousing. The creature finally unclasped the front button of my jeans, then undid the zipper and slid her hands under the waistband. Her fur seemed positively soft against my skin, but I had little time to think about that detail as she pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees

My junk was exposed to the open air now, vulnerable and shamefully erect from the friction with her soft, furry body. I could feel her leaning forward, taking some of the pressure off my chest and giving me a clear view of her canine snatch. It was mesmerizingly inviting, swollen in heat and slightly slick with some sort of secretion. For a moment I thought about reaching out and touching the teardrop shaped folds, but decided against it when I felt her hot breath on my member. If she didn’t like me getting handsy with her, I had no doubts her teeth could do some serious damage to my crotch.

It was right then that her tongue touched my stiff cock, sending shivers across my body and setting me on edge. My legs reflexively bunched up, but as the creature had previously established, I wasn’t getting her off me. The touch of her tongue turned into a full lick, a soft, warm, wonderful stroke along my shaft that ended in a slight teasing of the head. The first lick was followed by another, then another, and before I knew what was going on she was giving my member a pleasant tongue bath. I was still on edge because of how close her teeth were, but the pleasure helped reassure me nothing awful was going to happen. My dick got even stiffer with each successive stroke, and before long I was about as hard as a man could get.

My attention suddenly returned to the plump love-hole a few inches from my face, my animalistic lust far more convincing now that the creature was lapping away at my cock. Besides, I’d seen her rubbing herself down there before, so what harm could it do? I reached one hand upward, ignoring the sensible sliver of reason that was telling me this was a bad idea. As my fingers got within an inch of the swollen orifice, I felt a cozy warmth radiating out, like it wanted me inside. With a last burst of courage I poked the soft lump, then recoiled as the beast flinched and looked back at me.

I expected it to look scared or confused, but all I saw in its eyes was lusty joy. Its tail was raised high above its rump, wagging back and forth slightly as I lay there frozen. “Do… do you like that?” I hesitantly asked. I didn’t know why I was talking to this thing, it probably didn’t speak a word of English… but it did seem to get the sentiment. In response, its tail wagged a bit more enthusiastically, and shifted its weight to either side expectantly. I tried moving my finger back onto the vulva with the intent of lightly rubbing, but as soon as I touched the slit she pushed back onto my hand. I got a quick taste of the inside of her snatch, finding it to be even warmer than the outside in the moments before I pulled my finger out. When she still looked back at me, I decided to ask another question: “Do you want it inside?” I was again answered with another tail wag, and after a few seconds of hesitation I pressed into her folds.

The first thing I felt was an enveloping warmth closing around my fingers, followed by tightness as she squeezed down around me. She seemed quite satisfied as I stuck it in, and as I felt around she went back to licking my manhood. Once she’d gotten back into her rhythm, a weird thought popped into my head: how were you supposed to finger girls? I recalled something about a certain spot you were supposed to hit a few inches in, but I wasn’t sure how well it would translate to bipedal wolf-woman anatomy.

I began to feel around with a purpose in mind, looking for a spot that felt different than the soft, ribbed texture of the surrounding area. It didn’t take long for me to find it, and as I brushed against the pea-sized nub I watched the creature’s body language light up with pleasure. I gave it a few experimental rubs, much to her delight, and before long I was the one pleasuring her. After a minute or two I had her lulled into a state of blissful satisfaction, her furry bulk slumped over my hips and legs as she panted out her praise. I thought about trying to slip out from under her while she was like this, but before I could do so she crawled forward off of my body.

She stopped a foot away from me, again looking back as she dropped her chest to the ground. Her tail wagged happily over her raised rump, showcasing her vulva to me as if inviting me to come get some more. Now that she was finally off me I could think about escape, and to start I began slowly pulling up my pants. “I’d really like to stay and all, but I think it’s best if I left.” I said to the creature, “I just don’t think it’ll work out.” I had just gotten my pants back up to my waist when realized what a big mistake I had made, right as she turned toward me with the look of a scorned lover. I had just begun stammering an apology when her hand grabbed the front of my pants, and I had just gotten the word “sorry” out when she yanked my pants back hard enough to pop my shoes off. With my troublesome garments out of the way, she pounced on my chest and pinned my arms above my head with one muscular arm.

I was helpless, stuck at the mercy of a pissed of monster. My struggling against her grip brought no results, and moving the rest of my body seemed to make her sit down harder. Once I ceased wriggling, her demeanor softened a bit, and she shifted her stance so her crotch was lined up with mine. I could tell by now she wasn’t looking to hurt me, and by the behavioral and physiological cues I could tell she was most likely in heat. What she needed was a big, strong, wolf-man to breed with, but it seemed she was settling for me. My theory was confirmed as she reached back and took the base of my member in one paw, then gently guided herself down on top of it. At first, the warm, slick lips of her labia touched the head of my cock, but after she knelt down with a bit of pressure I easily slid inside her.

I gasped as the whole length of my cock was slowly surrounded by warmth, complemented by the reflexive pulsing of her muscles. I felt the little pea-sized lump of hers slide down the top of my shaft, all the way to the base as she took me to the hilt. Her soft furry crotch pressed up against my own, and instead of just sitting up straight she leaned down over me. She then started sliding her hips back up, and I watched her expression become utterly blissful as she slid back down again. When she started humping against me in earnest it felt amazing, with her ribbed, heated vagina providing pleasure like I’d never felt before. I’d been with a few human girls before, but this easily topped them all: It wasn’t awkward or jerky, it just felt natural, like this was what I was meant to be doing. Her insides squeezed down on me to make a snug fit, and her internal temperature was deliciously comfortable. As she continued rutting with me, I started to wish I had just striped naked and left the tent wide open when I first noticed her.

Eventually, she seemed to slow down with her motions, and I could tell tension was rising in her body. I was worried when she let out a soft whine and lay down on top of me shivering, but as her muscles spasmed wildly against my cock I realized she must be having an orgasm. I squeezed her as tight as I could in my arms as she rode out the throes of it, still feebly humping against me in an attempt to keep it going. I tried rolling over and getting her on her back, which she let me do with ease. While she was still shivering, I started thrusting into her in missionary, causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure.

I let out all my bestial lust into my lovemaking, slapping home with breakneck speed on each wonderful thrust. I could see her light up with bliss each time I rubbed against her special pea-sized lump, her mouth hanging open as she panted. Her tail thumped underneath me with suppressed gusto, making sure I knew what a good job I was doing without smacking into me. The sinful squelching of my cock moving back and forth inside her wet snatch filled the air, mixing with her panting and my moaning to create a symphony of lovemaking. I could tell each ball-slapping thrust brought us both closer to the edge, and before long I was on the brink of cumming inside her.

I held on as long as I could, forcing myself to slow down so that I wouldn’t leave her hanging. I didn’t have to wait long, however, as she quickly began tensing up once again. I switched back to going full bore for the grand finale, pushing myself to thrust faster and faster into her warm, moist depths. It didn’t take long for her to reach her second orgasm, and as she started twitching and shuddering her insides began squeezing rhythmically on my member like a hand. Her contractions quickly took me over the edge, and with one last thrust that pressed our hips together I finally blew my load. I could feel myself shooting ropes of sticky cum into her depths, and could imagine my seed filling up her womb. We lay there together for a while, riding out the pleasurable highs of our orgasms as our bodies cuddled together.

Afterwards we went at it some more for another hour or so, trying out different positions, styles and paces with one another. By the end of it we were both dog tired, and she diligently licked us both clean of all the fluids we’d made. Once she was done, the creature surprised me by finding her way into my sleeping bag and motioning for me to join her. I slipped inside on top of her, her gentle fur like that of an angel against my bare naked skin. Given our height difference, instead of kissing her I just buried my face in her breasts, and she responded by wrapping her arms around my torso. We lay there basking in each other’s company until we both drifted off to sleep, cuddling close in the sleeping bag’s confines. Our union may have been odd and even unnatural, but it was the best night of my life.

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