Jack's misfortune
This story is about a wolf named Jack. Under the command of an arctic fox, named Raphael, he works shifts in a tunnelling operation. Cycling himself home late one day, after a tiring shift, he spots the bright flicker of a camp-fire. Who could be out camping in the middle of a working week?
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Jack's misfortune
The line between man and beast has long since dwindled.
It's the year 2760 and anthromorphic beings have become a normal sight.
With the rise in knowledge and insight of the internal structure of DNA, the ancient man succeeded to cross, recombine and rework the original genes. After the fall of religion, human experimentation was no longer seen as unethical. Interest rose from the private sector. Commercial instances were thus raised, meeting the demands set by the new freedom over the body. With the crossing of blood, so did beastly behavior.
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The wolf ran a paw over his forehead and down his muzzle, wiping dust from his sensitive snout. He drew a compact boltgun from his tool belt and rigged it over metal plating. Standing somewhere behind him, somefur dropped a bolt and cursed.
A poor light bulb flickered pathetically, hanging on the side of the tunnel. The wolf sighed, reaching for a new bolt from the cart stationed to his side.
'Hurry up idiot!' snapped a lithe arctic fox morph to the much larger wolf morph.
Then and there you wouldn't have guessed that it actually was an arctic fox standing in the tunnel: fur smeared with oil, dirt clogging in tangles on the slender arms.
The wolf grimaced, containing an instinctive snarl to set the fox in place.
'Yes' sir!' he quipped; reached for the socket in the tunnel wall, inserting the bolt.
The fox wore an overseer's helmet, matting down the shaggy fur atop his head.
In crude letters was scribbled on the side: 'Captain star fox'.
'What a joke, the wolf thought, and he placed his boltgun over the iron to jam it into place.
'Piece 719 of the tunnel reinforcement fixated! Khggh' A metal voice clunked roughly over the small speaker fixated to the harness on the wolf. 'The geode is shutting down; don't forget to tick out by the exit booth. Have a nice day! Khggg..'
'Finally!' thought the wolf as he hung the boltgun on his tool belt and made for the 'tunnel express'; A flimsy scrap train, powered by batteries, used to taxi workers between the core construction site and the exit.
A small paw tugged on the wolf's harness; 'You there Jack, wait one minute!'
Jack turned to face his boss, whom immediately stepped up to the wolf.
While standing a good one and a half head smaller, the fox's menacing eyes did blaze, staring the wolf down.
'I don't care for your problems or whatever reason it is you have for slacking your job. The fox barked. 'I can smell you just slack on every move you make! This tunnel needs to be reinforced as soon as possible and I won't have a sorry excuse for a worker in here doing half-work, sighing and all that shit! Next time I see you slacking you can hit the tunnel express for a 'one-way'. You got that? Useless mutt?
The wolf didn't have many options when it came to work. Abandoned at a young age, he was raised first by street dogs and afterwards was 'rescued' by an honourless orphanage. After getting the stick to his back a good couple of times, a flurry of scolds from the staff, poor food and a fist to his muzzle from a fellow orphan, he managed to get the lowest of educations. First washing filth of platters and later picking crap off the floor at a low rate restaurant. He was lucky to obtain a job as a tunnel worker for the L, M&Fox tunnelling company. A dirty job. Picking up bolts and placing them in their socket before fixing them in place with a boltgun.
No sunlight, dirt and oil, no excuses and a small-framed, lithe fox for an overseer snapping hither and thither at his own leisure.
'I'm sorry sir, of course sir, yes' sir, It won't happen again sir, he retorted.
The fox thumped his shoulder into the wolf and walked towards the train. Jack trailed and sat himself on a small plank on the side edge of the flimsy vehicle. 'Don't fall off or you'll walk!' came the drivers voice. The tunnel express whirred into a buzzing motion, quickly picking up pace and racing for the exit.
Shoddy lights flickered past jack. A soft breeze conceived by the train's motion ruffled the fur on his right arm and leg. He folded his ears and raised his nose up.
The tunnel dim grew less. After a 14 hour shift he enjoyed the ride as if he were rolling a Cadillac downtown. Not that he ever owned a Cadillac, let alone a car. Jack rode the bicycle. It was cheap, speedy enough and he enjoyed the added bonus of small endurance training.
The exit booth came into view, evening red slipping past the tunnel entrance.
Another fox swished out the rickety door of the booth, holding the worker's clock. As Jack's turn came up, he drew a plastic badge from his back pocket and inserted it in the clock sloth.
Freedom.
He shook paws with Marrel, the lynx. Bashed fists with Reoq, a fellow wolf and wished them both a good rest and a nice day tomorrow.
While jack strolled exhaustedly for his bike parked up a tree away off the tunnel entrance, a dirty arctic fox eyed him from out of his car and sneered; 'Don't be late Friday, Jack! Or you'll have to sell that bike 'o yours to buy your dogfood!
Jack didn't respond. He knew better than that.
He glanced over his shoulder as he heard the fox's car rolling off.
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The bike took Jack over a narrow forest road, called 'sandy path' by the locals.
It cut straight through Cerric's forest, a large patch of wood straddling the east country of Roughburrow and the mostly industrialized west clutter of haringfelt. Sandy path wasn't very travelled; the odd walker aside, Jack alone rode it daily for his new job. The tunnel where he worked was being made for a company in need for a new wood supply. Laying to the south, behind the Rylenc' Hills, the Pirk&D'oyo created archaic cutlery, doorknobs 'till fancy crafted figures and chessboards, wrecking the woods around its headquarters. A road over the hills wasn't sufficient and thus a tunnel was being drilled.
Panting slightly, Jack dreamily rode on. A forest breeze softly rustled the leaves and soothed his tired mind. Jacks' home was situated on the off skirts of the rural village Yuvi'on, near the edge of Cerric's forest. It was a good 10,94 miles ride from the construction site. The country was relatively flat and it didn't take much effort to ride.
Jack contemplated his warm nest, a cosy sleep, waking to a whole day off!
No sneering fox's snout, no dirt in fur. He might even pay a visit to Mark the Labrador purchasing some weed, and later maybe some... private time for himself.
He chuckled, thinking about pawing off while he barely felt his feet. He wished for some food and a good night's rest.
Moonlight pierced the forest' dense canopy as sandy path tracked on. Darkness had long fallen and surrounded Jack now. Suddenly, he noticed a flicker of light beaming through leaves' cover. Seemingly out of nowhere, in the middle of the woods, somefur had lit a bright camp fire.
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Elsewhere in the forest, an arctic fox had different plans for his free time.
Raphael the fox drove his car on a pitted road, heading north. Forest all 'round. Black Moth Super Rainbow 'Dark Forest Jogger' whizzing from the car speakers.
'Yeah yeah, heh, he murmured. 'I'll get that bitch wolf,
The week before, he had scouted out the path Jack rode. He had found a perfect place. Leaves were cluttered densely, canopy covered wide. It was dark there. Moonlit or not, the night hung there in its dark glory. He had cleared a small site of brush, placed there pieced wood planking, a camping chair, his knapsack, a cage and laid a small fire pit made ready to be ignited.
From the sandy path in that particularly piece of forest Raphael reckoned you could _just_make out a faint flickering, would the fire be lit.
'Just enough to draw attention from the wolf,
From the wood planking he had constructed a sizeable Y-frame, laid on the forest floor. Sturdy loop straps were fastened on the two out-sticking planking. Tough rope fastened on the front timber. 'This'll do just nicely,
From the remaining wood, he pieced together a shoddy 'n' form, with supports straddling the sides. This he fastened to the Y-frame with crude nails driven into the wood. He laid himself on the contraption to test its structure.
'See if that dull mutt manages to escape my handiwork, 'I reckon he's plenty tired after today's toil in the tunnel,
Raphael yawned lazily, padding over to the cage and rattling it a bit. An excited ball of fur sprang to life and quipped. 'Good spirits, little Freki!, Raphael cooed,
He placed a small paw of feed and a bowl of water in the cage, rubbing the feral fox's neck fur. 'I reckon I got a good 20 minutes left before our prey comes hither, Yawning again, he dropped himself in his chair, half closing his eyes and murred contently.
~
Jack steadied his bike and peered through the dense brush and leaves. Puzzled about the firelight, 'What the fuck is camping out there on a Wednesday night?, he mused.
A 'swoosh' in the air to his left caught his attention then. A hard piece of wood whacked him on the chest, driving the air from his lungs, and sent him toppling of his bike. Falling, he instinctively reached for his muzzle, raising his arms before he hit a heap of sand on the side of the path.
The momentum drove his elbows in his midriff, again driving the air from his lungs.
Before he had time to recover, a stiff paw jerked over his muzzle, covering his pliant nose and mouth with a damp cloth - shock and surprise caused him to inhale deeply, his body trying to replenish his vacated lungs. His arms went limp, his legs wouldn't move. Darkness deeper than the forest' gloom enveloped his mind as Jack fell into chloroform induced sleep.
'Gotcha! the fox snarled excitedly. 'Sweet dreams while it lasts bitch,
He dragged the body of the dozing wolf to his campsite and laid him on the floor there. Strolling back to the path, he picked the bike up and rolled it there also.
Returning again, he tended the wolf, stripping him naked.
He heaved and laid the wolf's chest over the n-frame, bend the wolf's knees and spread his legs on the Y-frame. The wolf's tail hung lose between his furred rump. He looped the sturdy leather belts over the wolf's ankles tightly and fastened them.
The wolf's paws quickly followed, bound tight by the rope.
Taking a step back he examined his prey; restrained wolf on an Y-frame, legs spread unconditionally, sheath and balls dangling in between, exposed to the night.
Kneeling aside the wolf, he cupped Jack's plump balls and slapped his butt as he eyed the wolf's sheath lustfully.
An hour passed and the forest' shadows deepened.
The fox reached into the knapsack near his chair withdrawing a tube from it.
'Smelling salt' it read on the side of the tube. He uncorked it, strolling over to the restrained wolf. Cupping the wolf's chin in his left paw, he whacked his flat right paw on Jack's muzzle, creating a loud sound.
'Time to wake up, bitch'
He held the salts under Jack's nose. Jack hacked, and inhaled sharply. Wheezing and shuddering he came to. The fox quickly retreated to his chair, opening the latch on the cage, he quipped; 'Freki, catch snout!'
Vision blurry, head spinning still, consciousness slowly returned to his mind.
Jack became aware of a wet slobbering over his muzzle. Inquisitive fox snout probed for his nose and lips, darting tongue tip even slipping inside his nostril.
Opening his eyes Jack swayed his muzzle away and exclaimed a confused sound.
'Freki, Stay!' barked a familiar voice. Jack blinked and stared:
a feral fox sat on his haunches a couple of inches from his hunched over position.
He tried his paws and legs; no movement.
Awareness of uncomfortably tight looping around his paws and ankles came to his mind. He felt his sore chest leaning heavily on a frame, holding him on his knees and raising his belly and furry butt up of the ground.
A cool and soothing breeze brushed against his sheath and balls as he became aware of his exposed form, legs spread on the Y-frame.
Jack swivelled his ears and turned his muzzle towards the direction of the voice and in the campfire's gloom he could distinct a vulpine form, bushy tail wagging slightly out the side of the chair.
'What the fuck is this? Where am I?'
'Oh so you do run your mouth other than ''yes' sir's''? the fox snapped mockingly.
'Ever since you joined my tunnelcrew I had my eye on you.
'You slack at every move you make - taking my precious time with your lousy actions.
So I drove here and thought I'd teach you lesson, see if you ever dare slacking again,
'See here, the fox flashed a grin towards Jack, 'here's my pet Freki, I tamed and trained him myself you know. He's a nifty little fox. He knows quite a few tricks and I bet he'd love to show you... little wolf...
'What the fuck are you talking about, you motherfucker?!' Jack growled dangerously, straining his bonds.
The fox laughed a mocking and amused tone. ''That'll be ,Captain' -motherfucker''
'Release me from these bonds, I'll hit your fucking face 'till you... ' Jack snapped at a loss for words.
The fox scoffed;'I bet you would,
'I'd think it wise you save your energy, instead of biting the air, little wolf, the fox said half mockingly, half musingly.
'...You think you can get away with this, bastard, I will inform--
'-INFORM who?' the fox cut in; 'The cops?, The bitch-police?'
'And what are you going to tell them, that you got overpowered by a meek fox, dragged and bound in the forest where you were riding your 'fairy bike?'
The fox openly laughed, showing rows of pristine fangs.
'You make one move and I'll see to it that you can wave your job good-bye,
'I might give you a nickel for your shoddy bike later!'
The wolf was struck by these words, how could he ever explain this to anyone? He lived alone and nobody was expecting him, his neighbours he didn't see eye to eye with and he when he came home it was always at an irregular time.
'Sorry officer, I got waylaid in the woods while riding my bicycle... a fox restrained me and... 'and what?' he thought.
'You touch me, bastard; I swear I will kill you!' Jack growled as menacingly as he could.
'I doubt it, bitch, retorted the fox,
'I'll warn you only a few times, little wolf.
You let Freki here do as he pleases and I'll maybe let you go before tomorrow,
'If you misbehave however, I will keep you strapped here-- the whole coming day,
'See if you can be on time for work on Friday then,
Raphael laughed again. 'My- oh-my, to actually hear some other sounds coming from your bitch-muzzle.
'So sweet, I wonder what noises you'll be making later!,
'Freki here has a thing for submissive, musky canines like you, you know, he likes it when they're on their knees. Freki whined, straining his neck at the wolf.
'I think Freki wants to start the lesson, Raphael chuckled as he looked down at Freki.
'I bet that when we're done I could call myself a real wolf tamer as well!'
'You-- jack began...
'Catch snout!' the fox quipped, and Freki shot forward - probing snout went straight for the wolf's nose and lips again. Slavering and licking, Jack turned his muzzle under the assault, trying to keep away from the invasive tongue.
Jack growled, baring his fangs, readying to snap at the feral fox. A hard piece of wood came crashing down on his shoulders. 'WHACK!'; a burning sensation spread through his tired shoulder muscles.
'Oh-no you don't, snapped Raphael,
'You set teeth in Freki and you wish you weren't born!,
Jack winched and whined, a pained tear rolling of his left cheek.
'Go on,
The feral fox stepped in once more and started a fervour of licking across the wolf's lips - probing for an entrance.
The fox unbuttoned his pants; stripped and sat back in his chair, displaying his plump sheath to Jack's confused eyes. 'Open your bitch muzzle, mutt!,
Jack hesitated, complying as he saw Raphael reaching for his stick again. He opened his muzzle slightly and immediately dexterous fox tongue darted inside, lapping his pallet and gums, the tongue streaked across Jack's teeth and saliva mingled on his broad wolf tongue. The fox dipped his snout, licking the back of the wolf's mouth.
Jack tried to whimper under the very oral assault on his muzzle, invasive as the fox tongue was; it forced a tingle of pleasure to raise through to his head.
A fierce red blush shone through his mottled black fur,
'That's it little wolf bitch, let Freki taste your muzzle,
Raphael sat fondling and cupping his balls while watching the spectacle; restrained wolf lurching over a frame, whilst a feral fox was standing in front the wolf, lapping away inside its muzzle.
~
Raphael murred appreciatively, his own ministrations and the teaching of the wolf in front of him were intoxicating. Half of his shiny-red fox-cock had slipped from its confines as he lightly squeezed his sheath.
Jack made feigned attempts at moving his muzzle from side to side: fox's snout following his every move, invasive tongue savouring the inside of his muzzle.
From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of swelling foxcock and grinning vulpine muzzle pointing his way. 'Mmphh' he tried to murmur around the slithering fox tongue inside his muzzle.
'What's that, bitch?' the fox exclaimed lustfully.
'You want to continue your lesson? 'That can be arranged...'
'Freki! Orbs!' quipped the fox
The feral fox disengaged from Jack's muzzle and stepped lightly back, leaving the wolf panting and licking his chops clean of fox saliva.
The feral creature moved around the wolf, nuzzling his sides affectionately.
Jack froze his body rigid at the touches, he whimpered; 'P-please stop,
The feral fox took no notice and pressed his snout under the wolf's right arm, inhaling his scent. He went around once more and probed his snout against the wolf's back legs, ruffling the fur on his butt. Freki moved his snout up and pressed it in between the wolf's tail and his left leg, seeking for an opening. Turning about he probed the wolf's right leg, moving his snout down while making loud sniffing noises.
'Orbs, Freki!' snapped the now husky voice of the fox,
reclining in his chair with his balls cupped.
The feral fox gave a startled yelp and moved back a bit before pushing in again, pressing snout against the inner side of the wolf's right leg, moving up to find it's mark, sniffing loudly.
Jack squirmed under the inquiring snout, he clamped his jaws shut and squinted his eyes. He now swished his tail about, trying to fend off the feral fox, to no avail.
The feral fox found its mark, pressing his snout against the back of the wolf's sack. He sniffed, inhaling a rush of cold air over the exposed puppy makers.
Broad, wet licks were applied as the feral fox started slathering the wolf's balls. Jack hacked a 'whah' from his muzzle and strained his arms and legs against their bonds as he felt supple fox tongue bathing his sack.
Jack felt how the fox seemed to focus his left orb intensely, nose probing it about in the air, broad tongue swiping it this way and that, slurps reaching Jacks sensitive ears. Freki moved under the wolf, pressing his head in the space under the wolf's left back leg, head tilted to the right, snout pointing up, applying broad licks to the front of the wolf's sack.
Raphael squirmed slightly on his chair as he slowly stroked his foxhood.
'Yeah, yeah, that's it little wolf, let Freki clean your sack,
Raphael let the spectacle fall out of his view for a split second, focusing his gaze on the fire. 'Can't teach in the dark now, he thought. He stood up and strolled off to look for some suitable firewood.
Jack let out a restrained yelp as Freki licked slower, broad swipes pressing the wolf's sack against the wolf's body, balls slathered in fox saliva.
Freki tried to turn his head for a better angle. He halted his lapping, turned his head sharply to the left and nipped at the wolf's left knee; trying to make the wolf nudge his legs a little wider. Jack, however, was restrained; he let out a startled yelp as the fox nipped at the top of his knee.
Freki seemed unimpressed by the sound and backed out from under the wolf, walking around to Jack's right side. Freki dipped his head, and, as if stretching his front legs, bent under the front side of the wolf's right back-leg, muzzle going straight for his dangling sack. Broad tongue strokes slathering and drenching the wolf's balls in fox saliva with sloppy noises.
Jack whimpered and moaned under the tongue-lashing assault on his sack, quipping sounds now and again. Freki swivelled his ears towards the sounds and pressed his licking hard, spurred on by the wolf.
Trashing his muzzle this way and that, Jack bit his own tongue trying to deny the rising feelings of pleasure emanating from his dripping balls as Freki nudged again, head pressing against wolf's sheath, wetly licking his dangling sack.
'My-my, what strange sounds are you making!' Raphael smirked as he returned, beholding the sight of the squirming wolf, a feral fox tucked under his body like a calf drinking milk by a cow. Jack yelped as a particularly firm lick pressed his balls against his body.
Raphael tossed wood on the fire which licked the bark hungrily, almost immediately starting to devour it.
'Hmm, Raphael sighed, setting himself in his chair again,
observing the feral fox's antics.
'What do you think, bitch? Shall we move to the next lesson?'
Raphael mused ironically, as if the wolf had anything to bring in.
'N-no, plea--
'Yeah, yeah I think it's 'bout time.
If jack wasn't restrained he would have slumped straight to the ground, forcing his body against the bonds, fighting the forced arousal, smelling the musk of Raphael's foxhood and hearing the wet, sloppy noises from the feral fox's invasive tongue.
His body, fatigued by long day's work, was truly tested on endurance by the fox's tongue.
Raphael stroked his returning erection and clicked his tongue,
'Freki! Hide'n'seek!'
The fox withdrew from under the wolf, licking his chops as he nudged his snout against the wolf's right back leg. Freki perked up, looking over the shuddering wolf at his master,
'Get!' quipped Raphael, and Freki moved, this time walking around the wolf, giving Jack's muzzle an appreciative lick,
Raphael tossed a doggie biscuit to Freki whom gingerly picked it up and devoured it in one bite.
Jack turned his muzzle towards Raphael as if to speak, looking with pleading eyes.
'So cute, said the fox,
Freki turned and continued around the wolf again, this time standing at the left side.
He ducked his head under the wolf. Jack trembled as Freki pressed his snout at the base of his sheath. Freki inhaled as with the wolf's balls, only this time there was no room for a rush of cold air- instead a rush of hot air spread over the wolfs sheath as Freki exhaled over it. He sniffed loudly and moved his inquisitive snout around the sheath, tilting his head in all kind of angles.
Jack bit his lip and let out a startled moan as the fox pressed his pointy snout straight in the entrance of the wolf's sheath, exhaling hot air over the sheath opening.
After sniffing absurdly loudly, the fox exchanged snout with tongue.
Crouching under the left side of the restrained wolf, the fox tilted his head to the left and positioned the sheath opening for an unstoppable assault of probing tongue.
Freki slathered first and then zoned in on the opening, trying to pry the tip of his tongue inside the wolf's sheath.
Jack restrained moans as he sighed heavily, panting with his tongue out.
It was impossible to deny the pleasure of Freki's tongue set to work on the wolf's sheath, Jack's body responded and his wolfhood began filling with blood.
The tip of his wolf cock slid up, closer to the probing tongue. As it peeked out of the sheath, Freki immediately set to work on this tip, licking and almost suckling it.
Jack cried out 'uhhnn'
Freki licked around the tip, lashing it, making the whole sheath bob with the rhythm of the licking.
Saliva drooled from Jack's sheath and he blushed feverishly at the wet, slurping sounds produced by the feral fox.
'Oh yeah, how do you like Freki's tongue polishing your tip?, Raphael moaned as he sat back, stroking himself fervently.
More of Jack's cock slipped from its confines, to be slathered and lapped at by the excited feral fox. Freki moved his body, positioning himself straight under the wolf now, snout probing alongside the exposed wolf flesh, he licked and his tongue lashed over the side of Jack's cock, pushing against the now stretched sheath opening,
Freki probed and pushed, lashing at the sheath opening still until, with a startled cry from Jack, his dexterous tongue slipped past the opening, inside the confines still hiding a portion of the wolf's meat.
Jack moaned lewdly and tried to buck his hips to no avail, the restraints and the framework holding him up preventing movement.
Freki pressed forward, pushing his head and ears against the wolfs belly, rubbing it slightly, while now licking slow, deliberate licks, alongside the wolf's cock and pressing inside his sheath.
Jack clenched his front paws and curled the toes on his backpaws, gritting his fangs as his mind tried to comprehend the sensations of agile fox tongue lashing around his cock and in his sheath,
It didn't take long for the remaining portion of Jacks cock to slip free from its cover.
'My, aren't we a little excited, bitch wolf!?, a voice suddenly started in front of Jack's face. A paw was placed on his head and gently scratched between his ears.
Jack tried to shake and moved his muzzle about to get away from the touch. Raphael grabbed one of Jack's ears and tugged it dangerously,
'Uh-uh, mocked Raphael and he continued to scratch the wolf, this time behind his ears, causing even more forced pleasure to flood into Jack's mind.
Suddenly Jack yelped and moaned as his attention was drawn back to the feral fox lying under his belly. Jack's deflated knot had slipped free from his sheath now, and Freki was lashing behind it, pressing his tongue in the folds of the empty sheath, slathering the back of Jack's knot with wet slurping sounds.
'Ho now, Raphael chuckled as Jack trashed his muzzle whilst making unintelligible sounds.
Raphael moved around Jack and dropped himself to his knees to watch Freki's lavishing up close. Freki pressed his snout to lick in the folds of Jack's sheath, retreated to lap at the base of the knot and again pressed into the sheath,
meanwhile rubbing the side of his muzzle against the length of the wolfcock.
'Good boy, Freki, He cooed the feral fox.
Standing up, Raphael moved back to his chair. He popped a beer and enjoyed the moans and grunts from the restrained wolf. The smell of a wolf's musk now heavy in the air.
'Freki! Tunnel!' he snarled and laughed at Jack.
~
Jack was panting hard now, cock fully erect, his body tingling.
Freki left from under the wolf and ran over to the reclining fox, retrieving another doggy biscuit.
After quickly devouring the cookie, Freki moved around, straight for the wolf's tail.
'N-no!, yelped Jack.
He was tired, Fatigue was wrapping around his body and he had stopped trying his restraints. Panting loudly, eyes wide open; Jack tried to tug his tail as rigidly as he could between his spread legs.
Inquiring fox snout probed and ruffled the fur on his backside, Freki's pointed snout pressed again between Jack's tail and left leg, probing up and down.
Whining, Freki nipped at the tail obstructing his prize.
He moved around the wolf, creeping under him, brushing against the straining wolfish erection and with his pointy snout, pressed against the wolf's tail, using his bodyweight to lift it up. Freki turned himself with foxes natural agility, pressing himself under the backside of the wolf, pushing the tail up and out of the way, revealing the wolf's straining tailhole.
Freki positioned him behind the wolf, the wolf's tail squirming between his perked ears. He yipped in delight and pressed his snout straight under the wolf's tail, wet snout met with quivering flesh as Freki inhaled,
cold air rushing over the exposed hole, producing another yelp from the wolf.
Raphael amusedly observed the tail lifting trick he had learned Freki, his own cock straining too, he watched as Freki started on the wolf's exposed butt.
Wet snout was replaced by nimble tongue as the fox lavished over the wolf's exposed hole, licking first along the right side, drooling saliva over the wolf's pink-hued flesh.
Jack neared a state of extreme ecstasy, his wolfcock jerked lewdly with every lick of the feral fox. Freki was using all the skills his master trained him, slathering broad slow licks around the exposed flesh of the wolf, not just yet touching the centre of the wriggling tailstar.
Freki matted the fur around Jack's hole, grooming the fur, salivating just below the wolf's tail base, letting the saliva run down, over his tailhole, the night breeze cooling the saliva, adding extra effect on the sensitive flesh.
Frustrated yelps and quips echoed from the wolf's other end. Jack was reduced to a whimpering bitch, cock spurting pre on the forest floor as the nerves in his tailhole fired messages of wracking pleasure, caused by a wet appendage slathering him.
Jack's eyes went wide and he cried out as Freki zoned in, dexterous tongue roving now to the centre of his drenched butt, fur sodden with saliva,
Raphael revelled the sight of the trembling wolf swishing his muzzle left and right, yelping and yipping as he went, cock straining and jumping with every swipe of Freki's tongue,
Raphael enveloped his foxhood, squeezing the base and panted encouragingly;
'Yeh! Dig, Freki, Dig!,
The feral fox pressed his snout right on the centre of the wolf's flesh, nudging it in, rolling his head slightly, twisting, probing... pressing for entrance,
Jack's fatigued body couldn't withstand the probing snout; he slumped in his restraints, tail hanging limply over the feral fox's head.
Freki breached the flesh, nose exchanging for nimble tongue, delving in, exploring the wolf's tunnel. Freki now stood up, tilted his head and went for a slow, piercingly deep, steady licking, pressing still deeper inside the wolf.
No more obstacles, the feral fox lapped long and deep, withdrawing his tongue on the inner walls of the wolf's tailhole, tilting his head the other side and pressed in again.
Freki set his fangs to the rim of Jack's hole, arranging for a steady rhythm of deep, penetrating licks, probing for a sweet spot he learned.
Raphael moaned at the sight; Freki french kissed the wolf's pucker, wolf-meat straining below Jack.
Raphael watched as he saw Jack choke on a strangled moan,
Freki had found his mark it seemed, the wolf's cock convulsed as thick seed came bursting from its tip. Freki kept lapping hungrily at the wolf's flesh.
Jack's whole body convulsed against its restraints, cumming long and hard, his own tongue lolling and his mind hazy on pleasure.
Raphael couldn't wait any longer, he yelped and stood up, calling to Freki, _'Good boy!, Now move it!, 'Go clean, Freki!'_He tossed a cookie in the wolf's seed,
Freki withdrew his tongue and rushed around, devouring the cookie and started lapping up the wolf's cum. Raphael straddled Jack's now loose tailstar, giving the wolf a playful slap on the butt. 'Good little bitch, he murmured and pressed his foxcock inside the slathered and thoroughly drooled over hole, hilting the wolf.
It didn't take long for the moaning fox to reach his peak, thrusting his meat deep, spearing the wolf, feeling Jack clench around his rod, wet noises sloppily escaping with every thrust.
Freki had cleaned up the wolf's seed from the forest floor and was now licking at the spent tip of the wolf, trying to catch every last drop of seed.
Raphael thrust home, his knot popping inside Jack with a wet 'Schlop', he dug his nails in Jacks furry flanks and spilled his fox seed deep inside the wolf.
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Raphael rode out his orgasm for a while, hugging the wolf's muscular back, panting.
Spent and tired, Raphael disengaged his gorged knot, popping it steadily out of the wolf's abused hole.
He stretched lazily, watching the steady breathing of the passed out wolf.
'Bitches, he exclaimed.
Freki returned his snout back to the wolf's opening, lapping up the fox's seed inside.
After stretching some more he picked up his stuff and placed them in his car.
The light of the morning was creeping up, here and there a shimmer filtered through the dense canopy.
Raphael undid the fastenings holding the wolf in place, shooing Freki away who had been cleaning the wolf's abused tail-star of sticky fox seed. 'Cage, Freki, he said and the feral fox trundled off to wait in his cage.
Laying Jack's bike and clothes near him, he placed a bowl of water and a paw of feed before his snoring muzzle. 'That's a good dog, he chuckled and patted the wolf on the head.
Raphael heaved Freki's cage in his car and closed the doors. He took place behind the wheel, turning on his favourite song, and rode off into the break of day.
'Friday's gonna be fun, can't wait to see the muzzle of that mutt then!,
He laughed, while his car drifted off, rolling towards the forest road.
Fin.
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