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The dark of the night

michelle teague

The night air was cold, chilling to those without the protection. But this wolf was no ordinary wolf. He was used to cold. Arctic fur covered his body, thick flowing white fur that covered his figure. The wolf stood at the top of the snowbank, watching it's prey wander the snow covered ice shelf. The creature was covered head to hoof in thick, dark clothing. It walked, trudging along and pulling a sled behind it full of supplies.

The wolf had no interest in the supplies save for food and water. This creature was his prey, it was his intent and focus. The wolf lived in a village not far off, an arctic village made of half buried igloos that housed families of three or less. He was a bachelor, and didn't have anyone to provide for save himself.

What he wanted this creature for, was a slave. He wanted someone to tend his home while he was out and hunting. The wolf shifted, his loin cloth moving and catching a breeze. The wolf shivered softly as the chill wind caressed his sac and sheath. It had been long since he had mated. It had been longer still since it had been satisfying. He had traded his seed for a warm blanket and some food.

This creautre would take care of things like that. And if nothing more the wolf could easily just trade it off for more food. The wolf canted his head to the side, watching the thing stop and look around. The wolf's black mane blowing in the breeze. His spear in paw, he stood and slid down the side of the snow bank. Landing a bit behind the creature he stalked closer Soon he was upon the beast. The being turned at the sound of the wolf's final charge, and caught the spear butt to the face. It was out cold and face down in the snow. The wolf loaded his prize on the cart and then picked up the rope.

Trudging the mile back to the village, it was beginning to become day light when he arrived. Those already up stared at him as he came into the mass of small ice huts. The wolf glared at those foolish enough to approach. Reaching his igloo, the wolf gently pushed the sled inside and then pushed the creature off. Tugging the cloak off, he found himself staring at a handsome equine. The wolf was a bit puzzled. This was a creature of warm plains, why was he so far north?

The wolf grunted and then nudged the equine with the spear butt. Nothing. The wolf gave a light sigh and hefted the equine by the shoulders. Hauling him to the pile of animal skins he used for a bed, the wolf lay the horse down and then covered him with a large bear fur. He then set to stoking the fire. Once it was burning merrily, the wolf set to picking through the sled.

Most of it was trade goods. Coffee, dried fruits from the south, pelts of exotic animals, some small balded weapons. Nothing too interesting, but the wolf did notice some extra cloaks. He knew what they were. He had seen them on other wolves that had traded with outsiders. They looked warm and soft. The wolf looked at the equine. He was stirring some. The wolf picked up his spear and moved closer. The equine opened his eyes and sat up, and immediately found himself staring at the tip of a bone spearhead. Gulping softly, he held up both his hands.

The wolf took this as a sign that the horse would not fight him, yet. Squatting, the wolf stared hard at the horse. Then he spoke, _"do you speak my language?"_The horse looked confused. So the wolf used the little of the common tongue he spoke. "Speak."

The horse licked his lips. "I dont want trouble. I am just lost... please dont hurt me." The wolf understood the tone more than the words. "you...slave. Mine." The horse's ears sank back and he grew a bit wide eyed. He looked to the sled. It was mostly intact. A couple weapons could be seen. The wolf noticed and stood. Moving to the sled he picked up a dagger. Tossing it at the horse's hooves he spoke. "Fight?" The horse looked at the dagger. He was easily half a foot taller than this wolf. But this was strange land. Even if he managed to win, he had no way to know where he was, which direction safety was, let alone how far he was from a decent town.

He moved back from the dagger. The wolf nodded and used his spear butt to push the dagger back toward the sled. "You hurt?" he asked softly. The horse rubbed his jaw. "yea. My head is killing me and you almost broke my jaw." The wolf snickered at that tone. Then he picked up some of the dried fruits. Tossing them to the equine he spoke. "My village. Many wolf. You slave now. Mine. Obey."

The horse had heard of this. Wild wolf tribes living in the frozen north. They were savage, aggressive, killing and raiding without care. Good hunters and knowledgeable of the land they lived in. The horse knew he had no hope of escape at this point. His only chance ot survive was to play along.

"Ok...Im your slave....what do you want of me." The wolf sat beside the fire, warming himself. "You stay here.... house keep. Cook. Tend fire. Make like female." The horse groaned. He had been captured by a bachelor. A wolf with no mate. He wanted someone to tend his house while he was out taking care of what things he needed to do.

This was better than the equine had thought it would be at least. He wasn't going to be doing hard labor all the time, or sold as a breeding stud. He looked over his captor. A strong wolf, black mane, soft yellow eyes. This guy was a tough customer no matter how you took him. He had scars on his body, and his only clothing was a loose loin cloth. It seemed his fur was his main clothing.

The horse came close to the fire, sitting quietly and nibbling at the fruit. His supply had been for trading, but survival was priority now. And he had enough for himself for some time, if this wolf didnt trade it off for something else. Then the horse spoke. "There is a book in my sleigh, its got stuff in it. Can I have it please?" The wolf didnt quite understand. So the horse made motions and used simple words. "Book....book. I want." the wolf got it that time. He motioned to the sled.

The horse went close, but felt the wolf's eyes on him. He pushed things out of his way, and brought out the book. It was a travelers guide of sorts. The kind a male like himself would need in these situations. It contained translations, small phrases, and things the horse could use to communicate. Flipping it open, he gazed it over before coming to the part he needed. Their language, in all it's glory. Not an entirely accurate or complete translation. But the horse could speak the words this way.

Gazing over the pages he took a minute to pick his words. Then he spoke, "Do you have more fruit like this?" He held up the dried fruit. The wolf shook his head. _"No. but I know where to get it."_the horse nodded as he looked back to the book. _"Why did you take me?"_The wolf grinned and spoke slowly this time. _"You were alone, unarmed, and lost. You made easy prey. I could have killed you and just take your pelt and your things. Be thankful I had a need of you."_The horse closed the book slowly.

He was lucky to be alive, yes. But he hadn't realized how savage these wolves could be. Then the wolf turned to him, still sitting._"Stand...take off your clothing. I want to see how good a slave you will be."_The horse took a moment to look through his book for the meaning. Then his ears sank. The wolf had the spear, and the horse was untrained in combat like this. Best he could do is throw punches in a tavern fight.

He stood, shivering lightly as he took off his cloak. Then his shirt. Then his trousers. He paused at his under clothing, a vest and cloth shorts under the trousers. The wolf grunted and pointed with his spear. "Im cold already. You want me to freeze?" The horse got his answer when the wolf poked his leg. That tip was sharp! It poked a hole in his leg. "Damn it! You bastard I should..." his argument was cut short as the wolf angled the spear up and touched his chin with it. He was adept with that thing.

The horse nodded softly, gulping as he slid the vest off and then the undershorts. Standing nude, he tried to remain motionless. The wolf got up and walked around him, pausing to eye certain bits. After a moment he nodded and moved to a line on the side wall. He picked off a loincloth and tossed it at the equine. "Wear." The horse tried to get it on properly. But his build was bigger than the wolf.

It didn't fit properly. The wolf noticed too and grunted. _"I will find you better later. Right now, you sit, eat. Rest. Long day today."_The horse picked up his book, translating as best as he could in a hurry. He got the general meaning. He was a slave, and now living in the wolf village. He understood the meaning of making him dress like this. It was a sign to the other wolves he had been claimed as property. But his coat was short, thin, and would never keep him warm in this weather. Especially if a storm blew in.

The wolf must be psychic, because he tossed a cloak at the horse. "Wear. Keep warm when outside. Inside, fire keep warm." The horse nodded softly. He put the thing on, and pulled it tightly about himself. The loincloth was designed for someone smaller, with much thicker fur.

Soon enough the wolf stood, "come. We go fishing." The horse only nodded. His hooves wouldn't freeze on the snow and ice, but that didnt mean his legs wouldn't. He followed the wolf In the day light, the ice shelf was warm. He felt eyes on him as he trailed behind his new master. A few pausing to make comments he didn't understand.

The wolf brought the equine to a hole in the ice. He he paused and turned his spear. Aiming it at the water, he waited patiently. Soon he struck. Then he pulled out a small fish. Taking a bone knife he began to cut into it and tear the thing apart. Then he just tossed it back into the water. The horse thought it was cruel and a waste. Then the wolf took stance again. He waited, but soon enough he struck again. This time pulling out a large fish. "Carry." he said as he started back for the village. The horse did as bade.

He didn't have a choice. Coming back, he watched the wolf stop and talk to another. Then he motioned to the horse and kept talking. The other wolf nodded and said something back. Then he went into his igloo. He came back out with a large rolled up pelt. It was thick, plush. It was also white. The horse silently wondered if they had cannibalized one of their own. But when his master took the pelt he saw the massive paw pads still attached. That was a polar bear fur. It looked like a feral paw, for which the horse was glad.

Leading his slave back to the igloo, the wolf motioned him in. Once inside he pushed a cloth over the hut entrance. Then he sat by the fire. Stoking it some, he took the fur and unrolled it. He grunted and then motioned to a small basket to the side. "Get." he said and began cutting sections off the fur. The horse did as bade and waited silently to the side. The wolf picked through the basket, pulling out a bone needle, then a roll of what looked like leather string. After a bit he held up another loincloth. Bigger, with the furry side on the inside. He held it to the horse and spoke, softer this time. "Wear. Warmer. Softer." The horse took it as he watched the wolf move to the side and begin rearranging his bedding. The horse changed and set the old loincloth to the side to clean later.

Watching the wolf, he began to wonder just why this wolf was without a mate. He was self sufficient, and easily able to care for himself. After a moment the wolf stood and motioned outside again. "We go." The horse slipped out and waited. The wolf followed, and then motioned toward the other end of the village. Walking with his slave, the wolf made a bit of a show that he had something most didn't.

Finally they came to a gathering of wolves. The wolf gave a bow to another, a bigger wolf in a massive headdress. The bigger wolf nodded and spoke."So this is your slave? He looks like a good breeding stud."_The wolf nodded, "_He may well be. But I dont want to do that with him unless he becomes lame."_The bigger wolf nodded and rubbed his chin. _"Did he have anythign with him?"_The wolf grinned and held out a dagger. The same dagger he had held to the horse before. The horse didnt say anything, but let the bigger wolf have it. _"I find your gift appealing. You are no longer outcast. You have slave, property, and have repaid your debt. You are free to hunt the wilds again."

The wolf smiled and gave another bow. Then he walked away. Heading back to his hut, he paused outside and motioned to the horse. "In. Stay. Clean. Rest." he said. The horse nodded. He entered and set to work. He sorted out most of his sled, managing to salvage a good bit of stuff. Some of the dried fruit had been lost in the initial attack. But most of it was still here. He set about trying to find places for everything in the cramped hut.

He had been working for hours, until the sun went down. It was as he was sitting by the fire and waiting that he noticed it was getting colder. The wolf had a small pile of wood to the side. Gathering some, he added it to the fire to help keep it burning. IT was then the wolf returned, pulling a dead animal behind him. The horse felt queasy at that. The wolf had blood on his lips, his paws and on his spear.

The wolf grabbed a bone knife and headed back outside. The horse followed silently. Watchign the wolf use a wood pole in the ground to string up the animal. He watched the wolf trying to start skinning. Then he had an idea. He went inside and came back with one of the smaller blades in his stock. Holding it out, he spoke softly. "Sharper." The wolf didnt really understand, but the blade was better quality.

He accepted it with a nod and began to skin the animal. It was some sort of small deer. Probably a young one. The blood stained the ice and snow heavily, leaving the wolf's white fur pink. The sun was setting by the time the wolf had cut the meat off the animal. He had hung the pelt on another pole, and took everything else with him. He moved to what looked like a large fire pit between some igloos. He stoked the fire and got it roaring. Then he began putting the meat and organs on the wooden shafts to cook them.

Soon enough he had them roasting. It didnt take long to finish, and the wolf took most of them off and put them in baskets nearby, which he then packed with snow around the meats. Taking one stick of coked meats, he walked back to his hut. The horse stood outside, shivering as he waited for the wolf. The wolf motioned him inside and then sat by the fire himself.

The horse sat, and immediately wished he were deaf. In the next Igloo, there was a pair trying to make a baby. The horse closed his eyes and groaned softly. The wolf noticed, but said nothing. Taking some of the meat off the stick he held it out to the horse. "eat." The equine took it. He had eaten meat before. This wasn't his idea of fine dining, but he would accept any food.

The horse thought as he chewed. It was the year 1458. he was a traveling merchant. He had hopped to cash in on the recently discovered towns and tribes of the north. Most were friendly and welcomed trade with the south. The only incidents that were heard of were travelers like himself that didn't take a guide through the wild. He had taken one wrong turn. He hadn't been watching the stars and gotten lost. Now he was a slave to a savage in some god-forsaken village in who knew what part of the frozen North. He was angry, but most of all, he felt stupid. The wolf was nice enough. He was stern, lacked manners and dressed like a savage indeed. But he wasn't cruel at least. And he hadn't immediately sold his new slave for a booty call.

The horse looked at the wolf, whom was staring at the horse. The hose followed the wolf's gaze down to his own crotch and realized he was sporting a firm cock. The horse blushed and tried to cover himself with his cloak. "Forgive me, master." he whispered.

The wolf returned to his meal, chewing loudly, and making a scene of it. The horse finished his meat, then began on some of the dried fruits. He wondered just what he could do to try and convince this wolf to let him go. It was then his own eyes strayed to the wolf's bulge. It was tenting his loincloth severely.

The horse looked away before the wolf caught him. He began to wonder if his new master might just force himself on his slave. But the wolf soon finished his meal and moved to the opening again. "Stay. Rest. Will return." The wolf left then. The horse did as told, staying where he was. He had organized most of the hut. The weapons were all in one basket near the spear. The furs and cloaks were on the line. Materials like cloth and needles and thread in the basket the wolf had taken the leather string from. Trinkets were placed where the wolf would see them.

The horse shifted his weight, wondering the merits of trying to run again when the wolf returned. He looked clean. There was snow stuck to his fur. As he sat by the fire to dry, he spoke. "You... You want mate yes?" The horse was a bit taken aback. He didn't know how to respond until the wolf looked at him. It wasn't a command, not even close. It was a curious question. The horse decided honesty was the best policy. "yes. I cant help it. I hear them over there. It's making me want a mare." The wolf nodded and gazed at the fire. "I so too. No find female. No female like. No care anymore. Just want to mate." The horse understood most of that.

The wolf was lonely. He had no mate, and apparently wasn't attractive to the females around the village. So it seemed he probably had to barter with one just to get his rocks off. The horse kind of felt sorry for the poor guy. Then the wolf sighed and motioned to the pile of furs that was evidently a bed. "Sleep. Much work tomorrow." the wolf then moved to one side of the pile. Slipping inside he lay down with his back to the horse.

The equine wondered what to do. He had ample opportunity here. He could kill the wolf in his sleep. He could escape fairly easily. He had weapons and food to last a fair bit. But there was security here, and at least it was warm in the igloo. And he was starting to feel tired as it was. Sighing he slipped the cloak off and slid into the furs. Trying to get comfortable he closed his eyes.

It wasn't long before he was shivering again. The horse was not suited for this type of weather. And without the blasted cloak he was too cold to sleep. But he would never get to sleep with it on. He sighed and grit his teeth, deciding he would bare it out and try to sleep as much as he could. It was then he felt an arm loop around his stomach. He started a bit and turned his head to see.

The dim light of the fire let him see the wolf. His eyes were closed, he breathed slowly, but he was pulling the horse close against him. "Sleep. I warm you." he said softly. The horse could feel that bulge press against his flank. He had to admit that the wolf was right. With this wolf spooning him, he was warmer. Warm enough to sleep comfortably. It was just before dawn that the equine opened his eyes. He saw the wolf, saw him preparing a spear. This one looked newer. The wolf twitched an ear, aware his slave was awake. "Teach hunt. You. Learn ways. Learn survive." The horse understood that as he sat up.

The wolf intended to teach him the skills to survive out here. The horse ran a hand through his mane. The thick flowing hair normally was tied neatly back, as was custom of traveling traders. But during the night it had come undone. He sighed softly, before reaching down to check and make sure his loincloth was still in place. He had to admit, ti felt good to have that chic fur pressed against his body. It was soft, warm, and comfortable.

The wolf then held the spear out to him, butt first. "Take." he said. The horse took it, standing. Reaching for a cloak, he watched the wolf take his own spear and head out the entrance. The Wolf waited on the equine. As the pair left the village, the horse noticed a panda female. She was holding a babe to her bare chest, her lower regions on full display to the world. She seemed content to sit and nurse the baby. As she watched them pass, the panda nodded to the horse. He wondered if her thicker fur kept her warm in the cold climate.

The wolf led the horse out of the village, and to what looked like a small forest in the middle of a white ocean. The wolf knelt down at the edge and pointed. "Deer." he said softly. The horse just nodded and knelt to look at the tracks. They headed right inside. The wolf made a motion to remain silent. Leading the horse inside, they found themselves in a small patch of woods with shrubs under the trees. The ground didn't have snow on it, but was instead bare dirt.

They walked for hours, stopping to check tracks, droppings, or urine sprays on the trees. Then the wolf motioned to a pair of deer standing not but fifteen yards away. The horse watched them, and felt sorry for what they were about to do. He kept quiet as they lowered down and crept close. After a moment, the wolf raised his spear. The horse did the same. The wolf pointed to one of the deer, then the horse. The horse understood. He was to kill that one. Then the wolf charged. The horse was up and after him.

The wolf was fast, bu the equine had the advantage of being bred for speed. The horse reached the deer before it could run. He held the spear at it, running right into it and both tumbling over. The other deer made to turn and run a different direction, only to be speared by the wolf. The wolf then pounced on the deer. Pinning it he used his fangs to deliver the final blow. The horse struggled with his own prey, before getting a good grip on it's neck. He squeezed with all the strength in his arms. Slowly the creature stopped struggling and lay still. The horse stood and stepped back. That was horrid, but deep down it felt normal. Like this was something his people would have done long ago.

The wolf came close, checking the beast before nodding. "Carry," he said as he moved to his own deer. Grabbing it's legs and prying the spear loose, he pulled the thing behind him. The horse did the same, wondering just how often he would have to do this. It was a long walk back to town, near midday when they returned. The horse watched the wolf repeat the same ritual as last time. Skinning and gutting the beasts before going to cook the meat.

The horse's stomach growled loudly as the smell of cooking food. The wolf noticed and motioned to him. "Go. Eat. Rest." The horse nodded and returned to the igloo. As he was sitting inside, he realized he had blood on his cloak. Taking it off, he wondered how to clean it. Setting it aside he took the time to eat some of the fruit. It was a while later the wolf returned, and the motioned the horse to follow him. They went out behind the igloo. The wolf slipped his loincloth off and began rubbing snow into his fur. As he did, it seemed to clean the blood away.

The horse did the same, then returned and brought his cloak. Doing the same, he took time to make sure it was gone. It surprisingly worked. Returning inside, they sat by the fire and got warm again. Then the wolf motioned to the book. The horse got it and held it out. The wolf looked over it. He had no clue how to read, but he understood pictures. Slowly an idea came to him. "Want free?" he said as he held the book back. The horse instantly leaned closer. "yes." he said.

The wolf nodded, "teach read. Want learn." he said, motioning to himself. The horse nodded and then sat. opening the book he looked it over. "What do you want to learn to read?"_The wolf motioned to the book. _"I want to learn. Knowing how to speak as you do. Know your words and images. In exchange I teach you our words and images. Then I set you free to leave."

The horse nodded. That was a fair trade. He then closed the book. "Tomorrow. I teach. You learn." The wolf nodded. It was growing dark outside again. The wolf closed the cloth over the entrance and stoked the flames. Adding the last of his wood stock. The horse lay down on a fur by the fire. Watching the wolf as he worked on cooking a meal.

The horse began to wonder just how much of a slave he really was. He wasn't doing much. Just cleaning now and then. The wolf did the cooking. The equine helped with tasks, but little more. He wasn't chained up, he wasn't beaten. He may not be paid, but he was certainly cared for. Then the noises again. The couple in the next igloo at it once more. The horse would have to get used to that.

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Three months had passed. It was getting into winter time now. The wolf and horse had stocked up plenty of food for them both. They were well fed, clothed in many furs. The horse had come to accept the feeling of another creature's fur against his body as clothing. It was warm, soft, and comforting to know that he was not going to freeze. As it got colder, the wolf had fashioned them both more suitable winter wear.

The horse and wolf had taken a rather interesting schedule for learning from each other. The equine had learned most of their language now, making it much easier to explain things to the wolf, and communicate to him. It was as night fell that the clouds came with it. The wolf watched the weather. Heading inside he closed the cloth flap, then he nailed it down over the opening. _"A storm approaches. We have to stay inside tomorrow and let it fully pass before going outside for more than a few moments. The cold could kill even a wolf."_The horse nodded and pulled himself closer to the fire. As he was sitting there, they heard again the sounds of the couple next door.

The horse and wolf had come to accept the fact they lived next to that. It was on this night, though, with the knowledge they were trapped, that it was getting to them again. The wolf's fur pants were tented heavily, as was the equine's.

They sat, trying to ignore the noise and the growing heat in their pants before the wolf gave in and began taking off his pants. The horse watched him, a bit wide eyed as the wolf stripped completely naked. There, before the fire this wolf was baring his all and very lewdly taking care of his problem. The horse turned away, and tried to get himself ready for bed. The soft moans of the wolf didnt help matters.

The equine finally sighed and gave up. Sitting and facing the wall. Suddenly the sounds stopped. The equine looked to see if the wolf was done. No the wolf still had a raging hard on. But he was staring right at the horse. The Equine then, gulped when he noticed the look in the wolf's eyes. That hungry look. After all this time, it had come to this. He was about to have to submit to his master in the worst way. But the wolf made no moves toward him. In fact the wolf didn't move at all.

Then the horse started to realize something. His master wasn't looking to use him. This wolf was waiting to see if the equine would come willingly. He was offering a choice. The horse didn't exactly know what to do. He had never been given a choice like this until now.

After a moment, he found himself slipping his cloak off. Then his cloths. The light of the fire was dimming, but the hut was anything but cold. The horse came closer. The wolf didn't fight him, but embraced him as he got close. The wold lay back on the pile of furs. Holding the horse close against him, the wolf whispered softly. "you want to mate...yes?"

The horse nodded softly and then leaned in. Softly he kissed the wolf on the lips. The wolf wasn't sure what happened. But he knew it felt good. Softly his paws roamed that broad, strong back. He felt the thick shaft of the horse pressing against the throbbing length of his own cock. He liked how it felt. His hips pushed up into the equine, and he felt a push in return. Both shivered agisnt each other as they kissed and groped for holds on each other. After a moment, the horse gripped the wolf's rear and lifted him.

The wolf gladly let the horse lead. And soon he felt the broad tip of the horse's cock rubbing between his butt cheeks. It was lewd, and wrong in so many ways that it felt right. The wolf could feel the thick pre from the horse's tip smearing over his ass. The wolf gasped softly, shivering and then spreading his legs wider, offering himself to this male like he were a bitch in heat, waiting for a male to take him.

The horse seemed to understand, and leaned closer, _"you want this master?"_The wolf wanted it, but this felt so wrong now. He opened his eyes and gazed up at the horse. And slowly the tear formed in the corner of his golden yellow eye. _"not....master...."_The horse paused, but leaned closer, kissing the wolf on the lips ever so softly. _"Then...My mate?"_The wolf's heart leapt into his chest.

He could have sworn he felt it then. His soul itself seemed to sing at that one word. He nodded softly, _"mate....your mate."_The horse smiled as he nuzzled the wolf's cheek. Then he slid his paws under the wolf's back. Suddenly rolling and putting him on top. The wolf gasped and stared down at the horse. But the equine only leaned back into the furs, looking up at the wolf longingly. The wolf slid himself up, and then over the horse. He knew that this would hurt. But to him, it was worth it.

Taking that thick shaft in his paws, he stroked it a bit, coaxing out more of that thick equine pre. Then he slowly brought the flat head to his own pucker. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly pushed down. The wolf yelped loudly as he felt the thick shaft suddenly penetrate his ass. The tight rings clenching, trying to force the intruder out. But slowly, the wolf began to adjust and take in more of the thick appendage.

He had half inside him when he collapsed forward on the horse. The equine caught him, holding him tenderly as he just held still. Letting the wolf adjust to the size. He stroked his back, gently caressing his body as he whispered soothingly in his ear. After a bit, the wolf calmed and the horse gently began to push on his hips. Sinking the full length of his shaft in the lupine's back door.

The wolf winced, and the horse held still again. Gently petting the wolf's hips, the horse kissed his neck softly. It was calm, serene as the pair held still, intimately close. A lover inside his mate. Held still as they just took pleasure in being so close. The wolf slowly began to move, moving his hips slowly back and forth as he pushed his face into his lover's chest. The equine, for his part, stroked up and down the length of the lupine's back.

Nearly an hour was spent in this slow, sensual dance. The pair exploring each other intimately with their tongues, lips, fingers, and feeling the heat of each others bodies. The horse felt his cock throbbing hotly inside the wolf. He was steadily releasing pre inside the lupine, coating his insides with the slick mess. The wolf's own cock was leaking heavily. Smearing between them as he panted softly.

They didn't speak, nor did they call out as others were. Their passion was soft, quiet. Their moans low, sensual, whispered in each others ears, only for the other to hear. The horse's hips pumped slowly, gently thrusting into his lover, softly mating him. The wolf's hips moved to match. Gently sliding up and down the long prick inside his tight anal passage.

The heat of the moment soon overcame them. The wolf bouncing on his horse as the equine thrust up into him, penetrating him deeply. Both were panting, sweating in the heat. The fire long ago dying to embers, but the hut hot as if it were roaring flames in the pit. The wolf's tail was thrashing wildly as he began to clench. His throbbing knot swollen, his cock painfully hard, demanding release. It spurted pre now, short jets as the lupine ground himself on his lover.

The horse moved a hand, caressing that cock before gripping it to stroke in time to the thrusts. The swift pace soon making them both tremble heavily as they neared their climax. The wolf was first to peek. His cock tensing before spurting heavy jets of cum. Coating the horse's hand, his chest and some on his face. The wolf's howl was loud, blissfully loud as he ground his hips on his lover's hilt. Clenching hard on him, coaxing an orgasm from his sweet equine mate.

The horse couldn't take it. He peeked, throwing his head back in a loud, whinnie of bliss as he unloaded. The heavy horse cream flooding into the wolf's passage and making him gasp. The sudden warmth filling his belly made him blush deeper as his raven mane whipped back and forth. The wolf turning his head to and fro as he groaned in blissful ecstasy. Being flooded like this, so deeply and passionately. Taken fully and made whole by what had once been only a slave to him. The wolf was happy, leaning down and kissing his lover. Returning the passion as he shivered and ground against him happily. It was intimate.

As the wolf slowly slid off to the side, he felt the thick horse cock slide out of him. The flared tip making a lewd, wet pop as it left his ass. The wolf could feel that thick cum dripping out of him. He felt it rolling down his cheek to mat the furs of their bed. He pulled himself against the horse. Feeling the warmth of the passion still filling both of them, they cuddled closely. The howling winds outside could not diminish their warmth

It was in the early light that the horse woke first. He wondered if the night before had been a dream. But the wetness on his thighs banished that thought. His cock lay between his legs, throbbing softly, semi-firm. His balls still heavy, still wanting to spill more of his seed. The wolf cuddled against him murred softly in his sleep. His rock hard prick leaking more pre against the horse's leg.

The equine wondered what would happen now. Was it just the passion of the moment? A mating that had been more of need than affection, or was it the first of many more in love. As he pondered, the wolf opened an eye. He slowly leaned up, looking down at the horse. He seemed to be pondering something of his own. But it was he that spoke first. _"I promised your freedom.....and you have it. I will hold you no longer....."_The horse felt there was a but in there somewhere. He could feel the wolf wanted to say more, but seemed frightened.

Slowly the horse reached up, pulling the wolf down into a gentle, loving kiss. The wolf instantly melted, trembling softly as he pressed closer. Then the horse spoke, _"I am your mate....I am going no where love."_The wolf's eyes watered some, as he pressed his face to the horse's chest. The horse held him softly, stroking his lover's back as he let him be close.

After a short breakfast, and a little time outside to bring in the frozen pelts to dry and make clothing, the pair lounged on the furs. They gently caressed and fondled each other. Taking more time to explore their bodies softly, kissing each other softly. Soon they were snuggled together for a nap, in the glow of the fire and the warmth of the furs. They dozed lightly as they let the world around them go by.

It was well after nightfall when they awoke. A short meal, and some idle chat passed the time, before the horse felt a soft furred paw press gently against his length. Stroking it to life. He did nothing to object, and watched as the wolf leaned close. Licking his lips, the wolf kissed the broad tip. Kising down the shaft as he stroked it. The leathery skin so smooth and soft. The mottled pink and brown skin tender to the touch.

The wolf came back to the head, opening his jaw wide. It slipped the head in, closing his eyes and pushing closer as he began to take it in. He gagged with just a quarter of the horse's cock in his maw. The equine made to object, not wanting his lover to hurt himself. But the horse didnt get too before the wolf sank again. Pulling back just before he gagged. Taking the slow affection, the horse reached down, petting his wolf's head softly.

Soon he was leaking thick pre in the wolf's mouth. He wanted to go deeper, but the wolf was working just fine on his own, and the horse was not about to object to the wonderful feeling. Then the wolf pulled off. The equine was puzzled and sat up. The wolf got on all fours. Turning his ass to the horse he turned his tail to the side. Presenting himself as he spoke softly. "Im ready...my love. Take me. Make me yours again....make me as your own and yours alone."

The horse smiled and leaned closer. Kissing the wolf's tail softly, he slowly mounted him. Holding close, he just rested his cock against that pucker a moment. Petting he lover softly he whispered back, "my love...my sweet wolf. I will mate you, and make you mine. I will take you as you are mine to take."

With that, the horse sank his cock head in the wolf. There was a soft yelp, followed by a long, low moan. The horse moaned himself, the tightness of that ass was amazing, and it was so warm. He slowly, inch by thick inch, sank himself to the hilt. His thighs pushing flush against the plush ass of the wolf, he stroked the silky furr on his hips. Leaning down he nipped the wolf's scruff, reaching a paw down to stroke the wolf in time to his soft thrusts.

They both lost track of time spent in the soft pleasurable passion. Both reaching several peeks as they coaxed each other into deeper orgasms. Soon they collapsed, the horse still buried hilt deep in his lupine lover. Pulling his wolf tightly against his chest, he covered them in the plush furs and kissed the wolf's neck softly. The lupine trembled, never having felt anything like it before. His body exhausted as he leaned into his mate more.

As winter gave way to spring, the weather calmed, warmed, and the sky cleared. The horse emerged from the igloo. He noticed that most of the wolves weren't watching him anymore. The equine looked around, holding his spear in one hand. His loincloth flapping in the light breeze. He realized he wasn't wearing a cloak, and it didn't bother him.

The horse headed for the fishing hole, knowing already exactly what he would do. As he took his spot at the fishing holes, he noticed a couple panda cubs playing in the nearby snow. The horse watched the water, before spearing his target It was a medium sized fish. Walking back to the igloo with it, he noticed the flap open. His ate was out. The horse cleaned the fish and took it inside to cook it.

After he had it cooked, he heard his mate outside, talking to the chief. The horse slowly climbed out of the igloo. He gazed at the chief, a wolf on par with his own size. The chief had the smaller wolf by the scruff. The horse's nose flared, as he shifted his weight. The horse looked in the chief's belt. That dagger. It looked unused. The horse's mind began to formulate a plan. He could easily knock this wolf on his ass, and leave him there while he threatened him with the dagger. The chief didn't have his body guards. And the horse had learned that once a fight began, no one interfered. The chief would have to defend himself.

The bigger wolf dropped the smaller, whom scampered back a bit. But not to get away, to get at his spear leaned against the side of the igloo. "you have mated with this wolf? A slave mating his master?"_The horse narrowed his eyes. _"I am free. I am no slave. You dare hurt my mate?" The chief fingered his dagger. Then his eyes caught movement. The wolf felt a bone tip press against the back of his neck. The spear. The wolf had finally grown a pair.

The chief's fingers moved away from the dagger and then down to his sides. "I can see the bond. He would break sacred law for your life. Perhaps you are more wolf than I thought. If you are free, then you are free now. This wolf has repaid his debt to me. He can mate whom he pleases."

The chief walked away slowly, turning after a moment and tossing the dagger back at the horse's hooves. He smirked and adjusted his headdress. Then he carried on. The horse picked up the dagger. Tucking it back in his loincloth, he looked at his mate. The wolf was shaking. The horse came to him, gently petting behind his ears. _"Be at peace my wolf. You are in no danger. We may live happily."_The wolf nodded as he set his spear aside. _"Come my wolf. I have food for our morning meal."_The wolf murred at the scratching.

The pair entered the igloo, pulling the fabric over the entrance. Life in the small village continued as it always had. Quietly, save for the couples here and there, striving to continue their species.