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(This was just a story idea that popped into my head, and I had to get it out. Written in three hours, on no sleep, with a caffeine buzz from hell.)

Taxton County, California used to be quiet, serene, that kind of...thing. Farmer's country, with dirt roads and tilled soil as far as the eye could see. Small, old houses clustered into groups on the edges of the properties, making their own little neighborhoods where everyone knew everyone. But now, those damn city folk were just tearing up the spirit that made this life and land great, tryin' to get away from their own messes that they brought on themselves, and bringin' every last little bit of that nasty city attitude with 'em when they came out here, buyin' up the land and making a mess outta things.

Gauge closed his eyes and sighed, pulling the brim of his Renegade down over his eyes, something that he'd never admit that he was glad he could do. That hat was a nice piece of weave-work, stylish enough to be mistaken for a piece of an outfit that some wanna-be city slicker-playing-country rebel would pick up, but far more functional and useful. He loved that hat, the holes cut perfectly for his ears, letting them swivel and move, bent just right at the brim. It looked great on him, and he knew it.

But the hat wasn't the reason he was sighing, and his father, who'd been grumbling the previous rhetoric again in that gravelly, world-weary voice of his, knew it. "Oh, I'm sorry, is my son too busy thinking about those whores from San Francisco to listen to his father?" the old wolf growled, putting down the hammer he'd been swinging, nailing in a new doorframe to the barn. Gauge chuckled over at him and rolled his eyes, standing across the way. "First off, you were eyeballing 'em just as hard as I was, so don't gimme that shit, old man." he rumbled back, a passable imitation of his father. "Second, you know I hate that damn kind of talk. Those city folk aren't bad people. They're just kinda...y'know, dumb. You gotta give 'em time to learn!"

The old wolf tipped his head at his son, looking him over and smirking a little. "You sound like your mother. She had a forgiving heart, too." he said, Gauge drawing a slow breath as his father got a slightly-far-away look in his eyes for a second, then sniffed quietly and shook his head, turning back towards his work. "She paid for it, too. She got suckered in by some idiot farm boy from around here and wound up marryin' him." Gauge squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath for a second. His mother had died only two years prior from leukemia, and she'd been fighting for five years before that god-awful disease finally won. It still hurt his father to think about her, and he knew it, but all he dared do was reach over and lay a hand on the older wolf's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. "Gave him the best twenty four years of his life, too." his father finally said, driving the last nail home and taking a slow breath, reaching over and patting Gauge's hand. "I'm sorry, kiddo...I just...I say things...I just...I keep expecting her to come up behind me and smack me on the back of the head every time I do it."

Gauge smiled slightly and nodded, a little lump in his throat. "I miss her too. C'mon, she wouldn't want you moping around or working on your only day off." he sighed, swallowing that lump down and forcing a grin. "I got some hamburgers made up in the kitchen. Go make yourself one, and go easy on the mayo: Doc doesn't want you eating a lot of that fatty stuff until the meds kick in." His father nodded and sniffed again, making his "go away for a minute" motion with his hand, flicking his fingers down and out. Gauge took the hint, nodding and patting the old wolf on his shoulders, heading over to the garage on the other side of the house. He really did hate seeing his father like that, but what could he do? It was an unwritten rule out here that you didn't watch another man cry if you could help it, and his father was from the old school of thought that dishonor was worse than death. He sighed again, pushing the side door open and walking into the pole barn/garage, going to the basin and drawing some water to swish around in his mouth and swallow. A dirty old mirror over it reflected back his mother's eyes, and he swallowed softly, looking at his reflection for a moment...

A young grey and white timberwolf looked back, his eyes a soft bronze color, his mother's eyes for sure. His chin was white, pure and clean, the stark snowy color disappearing under the collar of his shirt, and bordered with a thin black line that separated the shifting stormcloud grey of the rest of his pelt, given only two white patches over each of his eyes to mark the deep silver and steel fur. He shook his head, pulling his hat off and setting it on the workbench next to him, drawing some more water to run through the fur on his head, shaking it out immediately after. This summer was bad, humid and hot, and he knew that everyone in the nearby city of Greenbriar was probably sweating from their electric bills rather than the heat with all of the air conditioners running on full blast. The thought brought a small smile to his lips, grabbing his hat and plopping it back down on his head, fishing in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes he'd smugged in and carefully hidden from his father. Finding the little box, he popped one between his lips, grabbing a handy lighter off of the bench and lighting up. This was his place, his peace of mind. This garage, that'd held so many pet projects and vehicles over his young years up until now, and currently held his pride and joy: a 1973 Triumph TR-6. An old Brit roadster that was all engine and so small that a Ford Escort looked big by comparison, yet would let you stretch out your legs completely in the footwells, and was faster than a raped ape. He'd been building that car up to factory spec since he found the old, gutted husk of it in Mike Rowling's field about twenty miles down the road. His dad refused to get in it, claiming that he didn't trust a car that had the steering wheel on the wrong side. "Lord knows what else they boned up when they made it!" he'd exclaim, a smirk on his face that Gauge knew and recognized as his father taking the piss out of him, or trying to.

The young wolf snorted, blowing a cloud of smoke through his nostrils as he slipped around the car, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the side seat, flexing his arms. Young as he was, only 23, he had a build of a life-long laborer, just like his father, and his father before him. No washboard stomach, but a flat plane with a slight depression running down the middle, dividing the muscles beneath. His arms, showing a fair bit of definition, but nothing like those guys you saw in the cologne and clothing ads in the magazines at the gas station down the way. He sighed, flexing his arm and shaking his head: he never cared much for the way he looked, and it just made him feel a bit substandard, seeing all of that, and then comparing himself to it. Truth be told, what he saw, and what was really there was far, far different. Gauge's life of slinging hay bales and working the fields constantly showed more than a bit, with hard, powerful muscle and broad, sloping shoulders; arms that could pull up a two hundred and fifty pound haybale onto his chest and carry it to the back of a trailer without breaking a sweat. He'd caught more than a few looks whenever he went into town, but he never seemed to notice, usually too busy on his errands. He didn't see a strapping young wolf with a handsome profile and a strong body, he saw just another guy in the crowd who didn't look like a magazine ad.

Brushing the fur out of his arms, he slid a leg over a beaten, dirty Yamaha dirtbike and kicked the stand out from under it, balancing the heavy machine with practiced ease while he kicked the starter, getting the two-stroke sputtering raggedly on the third try. A quick blip of the throttle, and the old machine settled into a satisfying rumble, Gauge settling his foot on the peg and clicking the shift pedal into first, easing the clutch out and rolling the bike out of the garage, and onto a dusty, dirty trail that led out into the fields. The sun warmed his shoulders, the growl of the bike soothed his soul, and a little riding would lift his spirits considerably. Gripping his cigarette in his teeth and pulling the hat down over his head, the wolf hammered down on the throttle and popped the front wheel up, taking off into the California dust, headed towards the small road that ran by the south quarter of their property.

Bumps, curves, little rippling hills that launched the bike into the air, everything rolled beneath the big Yamaha, Gauge balancing on the footpegs and smiling, drawing on the cigarette again, then spitting it out and laying into the throttle, getting the bike up to a breakneck speed, ducking his head to keep his hat on. The big hill he'd been waiting for came up, his weight shifted, the bike tipped back, launched up, and soared. Time seemed to slow down in moments like this, the wolf just enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, flying, then feeling time speed up as he balanced, and stuck the landing perfectly, throwing back his head and letting out a wild howl...and promptly lost his hat. Gauge swore, stomping on the back brake and kicking the bike around, but already the wind was grabbing the hat, lifting it, throwing it across the small grove of trees into the next property line. The wolf didn't think, he just hammered the throttle, spun the rear tire, and took off after the hat, jumping across the road and weaving through the trees, flying up the small hill. The next property over the hill was an old empty house. Nobody had lived there for years, so Gauge never expected that when he jumped over that hill and made a once-in-a-lifetime catch, grabbing his hat out of the wind's grasp, that he'd come down towards a brand new above-ground swimming pool that hadn't been there a few months ago, with someone in a bikini that hadn't lived there a few months ago floating in it, just opening her mouth to scream as she got a clear view of the bottom skid-plate of the Yamaha, throwing her arms up instinctively.

Once again, time slowed down, Gauge's eyes widening as he twisted the bike in midair and did a bail, kicking the bike out and away from him, the two objects parting ways and taking on new trajectories. The bike landed in the yard and tumbled twice before coming to rest, sputtering, then dying. Gauge, on the other hand, came down hard in the pool, the impact dragging the female who was laying on a float into the cavitation left by his body flying into the water and striking the bottom HARD. The whole pool shook and bulged, and the woman came up almost instantly, gasping and looking around frantically. Gauge, however, wound up laying on the bottom of the pool, knocked stupid, opening his eyes and blinking at the sting of chorine in them, then scrambling, getting his feet under him and standing, his head and shoulders breaking the surface.

He grabbed the edge of the pool and gasped for breath, clinging to it like a lifeline while she took several slow steps back away from him, blinking in sheer amazement that not only was she not under that bike, but that the...wolf? Yeah, he was a wolf, and he wasn't dead. There's one for the record books. "What...the...FUCK?" she asked softly, half in wonder, and Gauge stiffened, turning slowly to see who it was that would probably be pressing some charges. Young, probably 20 or 21, definitely female from the shape and those C-cups beneath that barely-there bikini, and a wolf too! He squinted a bit. Mexican wolf, mottled gray and slim, quick-looking, with bright blue eyes, though. He thought Mexican wolves all had brown eyes...weird. "Yeah...um...Hey, I'm sorry about that. I didn't know anyone lived here...you do live here, right? Because I didn't know, this whole lot's been empty forever, and if I'd known you'd been here, I'd have never done that, but I was trying to get my hat before the wind took it too much farther, and I...I...fuck." he gasped out, stammering, trying to explain himself, and talking WAY too fast.

"Well, you and every other guy I know." she quipped, breathing quickly and pushing her hair back. "But only a few of 'em do it well."

Gauge gaped at her and managed to gulp in another breath, shaking his head out...then chuckling softly...the chuckle turning into a laugh...and that laugh turning into a braying, howling cackle as he leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself fall off of the wall and float in the pool. The other wolf seemed to be joining him, sharing one of those nonsensical, relieved laughs that sometimes seems to follow narrowly escaping death. "Oh god...I...I'm going nuts...I'm so sorry." he gasped, holding his side and wincing a bit. "I'm...Gauge. Gauge Lambert." he said, knitting his eyebrows together.

"Angelina Montoya. Oh...you didn't break something, did you?" she asked, wading over to him and grabbing his hand, pulling it away from his side. "Hey, what th.." "Shut up and stay still." she barked, and Gauge twitched, blinking at her as she laid a hand over his side and ran her fingers down his ribs softly. "Nnh. Just bruised, if anything. Does it hurt?"

Gauge rocked his head back a little, lifting an eyebrow. "I just came fifteen feet straight down into a pool. Yeah, it hurts. You some kinda medic or something?" She grinned at him and rolled her eyes. "Actually, yeah. Paramedic. I got a job out here about three months ago. I swear, you country boys can rip yourselves up like nobody's business." she rumbled, letting Gauge go and looking over at his bike. "Can't imagine why. You're lucky as hell my mom isn't home, or she'd have probably shot you by now."

Gauge grinned and looked around, seeing his hat, sturdy as ever, floating on the water. "Better I don't run into her, then." he said, plucking the Renegade off of the surface and planting it back on his head. "Well, I wish I coulda met you with a handshake and a hello, but...I gotta run." he grunted, heaving himself out of the pool, his jeans waterlogged, along with his wallet. God, he needed a cigarette right about then, but sure enough, they were waterlogged, and getting out of here was his biggest problem at the moment.

"Hey Gauge!" she barked as he jogged over to his bike, giving him pause for a minute. "She's in Vegas for the week. You take me someplace up in Greenbriar where I can get a beer and maybe I won't press charges on your ass for reckless endangerment." she chuckled, resting her arms on the edge of the pool, her chin propped on them. "Might help me make a few friends. I'm getting kinda stir crazy being all alone out here." The timberwolf blinked back at her, a smile starting to lift the corners of his mouth. "Lady, I'll buy you a whole damn beer truck if you don't call the cops on me. Deal."

Angelina grinned and pulled herself up and out of the pool, shaking herself out quickly. "Yessss! I'll go get changed. Wait right here!" she barked, jogging into the house. Lord, did that girl have a fine ass on her, he thought to himself, raising an eyebrow. She won't have any trouble making friends looking like that.. He smiled, turning back to the bike and doing a quick check. These big Yamaha's were built to take a spill or two and be okay, and sure enough, the bike pulled through nicely, after he cleared some sod off of the engine and the intake. Just as he fired up the bike, Angelina came jogging back out wearing a pair of ripped up jeans that looked like they came right out of one of those trendy perfume ads and her bikini top, showing the colors of the Mexican flag. She hopped up onto the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around Gauge's middle as he let the clutch out and rolled the bike around the house and back out onto the road. Gauge tipped his head down, opening up the throttle again and kicking through the gears rapidly, rolling along the only paved road in this part of the county, letting the clear breeze clean the chlorine out of his nose and dry his fur out, cooling him in the humid midday sun in the process. Of course, the slim arms wrapped around his middle, and the firm breasts pressed against his back helped elevate his mood considerably, too. He wanted to talk to her, to say something, anything to figure out why a woman he'd nearly killed had decided to do this, but the wind made it a near-impossible prospect at best. Well, he'd be in town soon and he could ask all the questions he wanted then.

Behind him, Angelina smirked, her tail flipping in the wind, ears flat on her head against the noise, and the oddly-nice smell of Gauge in front of her. She shivered a bit, blinking and passing it off as a chill from the wind. What WAS she doing? This guy nearly killed her being an idiot and not looking where he was going. She should've called the cops right then and there... But...he seemed so freaked out, he didn't know, and the realtor DID say the property had been empty for a couple years. That's how they got the house so cheap, after all. Besides...then she wouldn't be here. She smiled and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Gauge, scooting forwards on the seat and hugging the outsides of his thighs. Jeez, she was acting like she was in...heat...oh. Angelina blushed in her ears, squeezing her eyes shut. Damnit, she'd forgotten her pill again...well, she'd just have to be really careful not to let it get out of control, that's all. She was a grown woman, she could handle a few hormones and a silly male. A silly, cute, powerful male, riding on his bike...vibrating between...her thighs...Oh...wow... "Mmh! H-hey...Gauge...can...we...ssstop?" she asks, her breath deserting her and her voice lost to the wind. Gauge hadn't even heard her, and what was worse, he was pushing the throttle harder, the bike just BUZZING between her thighs, right on her...Ohhhh... "Ga...gaaaaauge..." she whined, gripping him a little tighter and biting her lower lip. The engine was driving her nuts now, feeling the heat low in her belly getting hotter, the jeans growing a little darker between her thighs as she flexed her toes on the pegs beneath them, worrying her lower lip. God, she didn't need this. This was bad...she wasn't worried about falling off of the bike...but she'd be humiliated if she...did...THAT right now.

Gauge tipped his head a little, feeling her grip him a little tighter, a thrill running up his spine. It's wasn't every day that he got someone as nice looking as Angelina pressed up against him. He goosed the throttle a little more, only another couple of miles into town, and the bar. His buddy's father owned the place, and they usually had a pretty good selection on tap. If all it took was a few beers to get him out of this, then he'd gladly fork over the money, and it'd be a great bar story later. Hell, if she got along with Mary at the bar, he could say mission accomplished and sleep easy tonight! He didn't even realize that Angelina was starting to twitch and squeak behind him, breathing hard and fast, rapidly dampening the crotch of her jeans as she felt the pleasure building inside her, the bike like a sweet torture to her, and she realized that they still had another five minutes of riding before she had any chance of the bike stopping. She wasn't going to last the next thirty seconds, let alone five minutes! Her toes curled, wrapping around the pegs, and her claws dug into Gauge's chest, gripping the timberwolf's fur as she bared and grit her teeth, pressing her cheek into his back and shaking wildly, sucking air from between her teeth and squeezing the bike with her thighs. Gauge yelped, killing the throttle and hitting the brakes, slowing enough to ask her what she was...doing? The gasping and twitching registered first, Gauge's eyes opening wide as he looked over his shoulder, not quite sure what was going on...but then that scent hit him and he went rigid, his shaft thickening suddenly in his jeans. "Did...you just...?" he asked, bringing the bike to a stop at the side of the road, panting already as his nostrils flared.

Angelina squeaked loudly and did the only thing she could do...hid her face in his back, still twitching softly as the last few pulses ran through her, soaking the crotch of her jeans thoroughly. "Oh god...oh...god...I'm...so sorry..." she whined, her ears burning and flat against her black hair, gripping his chest tightly and shaking while her body comes back under her control...for the most part. Gauge grinned and chuckled quietly, then bit it off, shifting a little on the bike, turning to regard her with a smirk. "You're in heat, aren't you?" Angelina tensed, and nodded quickly, still trying to hide her face, looking down at the seat of the bike. "It's...I just...I forgot my pill, and I didn't realize it..."

"Wait...you didn't know?" Gauge asked, tipping his head. "How do you not realize that?"

Angelina bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut. "You don't realize it until you're around a guy. I've probably been in heat for a couple of days..."

"And you haven't been around any guys? C'mon, I'll take you back home and you can call...whoever it is you have." Gauge said, biting his tongue to get his cock under control, threatening to make quite the outline against his jeans.

"...I don't have anyone..."

Gauge stopped mid-kick on the bike, turning back to look at her. "Nobody? Wow. How long've you been out here?" It was unheard of. Females in season usually had a "safe" partner that they could call on to keep them sane, or they had mates, or they took suppressants. But if she was already in heat, had nobody, and the suppressants took a week to work...

"Two months. It's my first heat out here." she sighed, rubbing her face. "God, I'm so embarassed...I...mmh." she trailed of, covering her head with her hands.

"Well, y'know, you don't have to be. Embarassed, I mean." he mumbled, then flicked his ears. "C'mon, I'll take you back home. I don't think you wanna walk into a bar in your state." he said quietly, kicking the bike's engine over, and yelping again when Angelina's nails dug into his chest and she shuddered. "Take it...slooooww..." she whimpered into his ear, and Gauge blushed brightly in his ears, finally seeing the puzzle solved. She'd got off from his bike. Heh. He thought that was an old dirty joke, not something that actually happened. "Okay..." he sighed, turning the bike around and taking it lazily back down the road, trying not to kick the throttle up too high. It did help, but not as much as Angelina would have liked, her body feeling like it was throbbing by the time Gauge turned into her driveway, stopping the bike and killing the motor.

"Hey...we'll get those beers some other time." he said, forcing a weak chuckle, losing the battle with his body. God, his jeans felt tight. He hadn't got off in...months? He was always too busy to deal with it, and always too tired at night...It really had been months! He swore he could feel his balls churning, the scent of a fertile female sending them into overdrive. The thick outline of his shaft didn't escape Angelina either, throbbing against his jeans, the big timberwolf stiffening when she laid her hand over his bulge, feeling the heat radiating off of it. He smelled SO good to her right now, tracing a fingertip up the denim-trapped length, feeling it harden even more, and the wolf in front of her moan. "Gauge?" she whispered, nuzzling under his ear. "Will you...come in with me?"

Gauge's body went rigid, his tail quivering and his shaft screaming at him to be released. "You're...in hhhheat..." he gasps, gripping the handlebars tightly, trying not to let the bike tip. "You...could...ah..."

Angelina grrrowled cutely against his neck, sliding her fingers up and down his length, loving the scent of him...his musk, the warm, dry smell of a male so aroused, lightly biting his shoulder and making him gasp. "Mmh...forget about that...I'll take my chances..." she nearly purred into his ear. "Come in, Gauge. Help me. Or so help me god, I'm going to fuck you right here in the front yard." she hissed, her thighs twitching softly as she slid off of the bike, grabbing Gauge by the waistband and pulling at him, trying to urge him off of the bike and inside with her. She didn't need to work much, the poor timberwolf's resistance was at an end, growling and following her easily inside, where they made it as far as the living room before her jeans somehow slipped down off of her hips to be kicked aside by a paw, leaving that delicious little heart-shaped rump bared and exposed to his gaze. The little mexican wolf grinned, rounding on Gauge and gripping his pants, popping the button and yanking them down, leaving her face to tip with a good ten inches of wonderfully-thick wolfcock bobbing in front her nose. Angelina giggled, her tonguetip slipping out, lapping lightly at his tip as a bead of clear precum grew from the tip, the whole length of him musky, hard, and so hot to the touch, Gauge only barely keeping himself in check and not tackling her to the floor. "Mmh..c'mere baby..." she mumbles softly up at him, pulling at his hips, urging him down to kneel between her spread thighs, lifting her head and tipping her muzzle, kissing him deeply, hungrily, her tongue slipping across the bridge to engage his in a soft wrestling match.

That was the last straw for Gauge, his hands gripping at the carpet, pushing against her, pressing her down to the floor with his body, and grinding his girthy cock against her belly, the little mexican squeaking softly beneath him and arching her hips, the heat of his shaft so intense against her. "God, Gauge...please..."she mewls, some small part of her mind scolding her for this, making her blush in her ears, but she doesn't care enough to stop the big timber above her as his pointed, drooling tip nuzzles down between her lips, and slowly starts to press in, spearing her open, spreading her around the tip. "Ohhhh..." She rumbles, ready to scream at him to quit playing, but never gets the chance. With a vicious snarl, Gauge's hips slam into her, driving the whole of his length up into the fertile, firey depths of her cunny, making her grip at his back and jerk her hips, squealing softly. He feels so GOOD! She can feel every inch of him inside her, so bare, so virile in her sex, loving how he fills her up, and how his tip reaches almost right up to her womb, just short of tickling the little inner mound that guards the fertile little pocket that's burning in her guts right now. Gauge shudders and growls softly, his cock jerking, spurting a streamer of his precum deep inside, letting her feel the warm jet in her belly. He can't help himself, everything in him is screaming to fuck this bitch senseless and empty his aching balls into her, and what reason does he have to deny himself that? His hips draw back, sliding through the wet, slippery heat of her folds, making him roll his eyes back and reverse himself halfway, pumping back up into her, his balls slapping up against her rump, drawing a squeal out of her. Another thrust...another yet, and Gauge loses all control, pushing his chest down against hers, pinning her firmly, and starting to rut her wildly, his hips smacking into her body over and over, mixing with the soft slurping and squelching of her sex choking around his cock, and his balls patting at her rump, practically sloshing with a backlog of virile spunk.

Angelina claws at his back, throwing her thighs out widely, heels digging into the carpet as Gauge goes nuts on her, lifting her hips and grunting sharply with each thrust. God, he's doing it so HARD, so deep, maybe these country boys had a use after all! She might have laughed at that thought, but her body was tensing, screaming for a climax that'd been in the making since Gauge had shut the bike off, and now it was coming on full-bore. The little wolf throws her head back, howling loudly, the noise choking a bit each time the heavy wolfcock pumps into her belly again. Her pussy squeezes down at him, rippling, soaking him, letting him thrust faster, deeper into her, his tip really tickling at her cervix now, teasing the fertile, eager womb behind it, and the female it belongs to. She claws at his back, tossing her head side to side and gasping for breath as she pulses around him, riding it out and shuddering as it leave her bucking up at him, grinning and scratching at his back. "Oh god yeah...That's...IT!" she squeaks, panting into his ear as he pushes himself up, getting a better angle to drive even deeper, nuzzling firmly at her womb's entrance as his knot starts to bulge, stroking along her walls and growing by the second. "Fucking tie me, babe!" she hisses, the scent of her heat everywhere, and all over him now, inescapeable as she jostles beneath him, her breasts bouncing on her chest.

Gauge grits his teeth, any rational part of his mind that might stop him from doing this long since shut down. Powerful hips driving against her, scooting her along the ground, driving that thick, swelling cock deep inside her, and the smell of her, so wonderfully fertile, making him quiver at the thought of claiming her so and start to fuck her even faster. He can feel his balls tightening already, the wolf beneath him starting to squeeze around his cock again, her breathing getting higher, gasping his name, gripping at him. A grin graces his muzzle, his tail flagging high. Another one for her, then he'd do what he needed...and with that, he pushes in hard and starts to grind, short rolling thrusts that press his growing knot inside her and hold it there, letting it stroke and press against her g-spot, while his groinfur tickles at her clit, moaning and ducking his head, nipping at her neck. Angelina squeaks and jerks, her fingers clawing at his back, gripping his hips, pulling him against her while she feels herself start to tense again, getting closer...closer... "GAUGE!" she screams, her hips jerking up sharply against him, quivering in the air as her pussy milks and pulls at his cock, clenching behind his knot, holding it until it's swollen so large, there's no way of getting it out! The timberwolf squeezes his eyes shut, tugging his hips around, feeling her sex clinging to him, gripping his knot like a vice, and his balls tightening and throbbing, ready to pump her full of his seed. "I'm...gonna...cum!" he moans out, feeling her walls working their magic, her body, so wonderful beneath him, so eager, arching against him, it's all too much. The instant she starts to relax around his shaft, Gauge throws back his head and lets out a triumphant HOWL, his cock lifting inside her, and Angelina gasps, feeling a powerful, hot rush deep in her sex, spurting right against her cervix, pushing through it to bubble up into her womb. The big wolf above her shudders, grinding his hips into her, sowing his seed into her belly with spurt after powerful spurt, filling her up rapidly with a thick lake of the potent spunk, unleashing billions of sperm into her fertile fields.

Angelina grips at him, her legs wrapping around his waist, holding him tight against her as she quivers, gasping softly with each spurt. It's so hot inside her...molten, boiling in her belly, but so GOOD. She swears she can feel his seed wriggling in her heat-stricken womb, rushing deeper inside her, sating her burning need even as more and more of it gets pumped into her sex, clinging to Gauge until he finally shudders, the wild spurts easing down to gentle surges that dribble thick globs ofhis spunk deep in her folds. Angelina grins and pulls him down to rest against her, panting hard, rolling to her side and nuzzling under his chin. A little thrill runs up her spine, amazed at just how filled she's become. "Wow...Gauge..." she mumbles, kissing his throat and grinning at him. "You stud-puppy..."

Gauge just grins stupidly at her and kisses her nose. "Welcome to the neighborhood..."