A Howl In The Night
"A Howl In The Night"
A story by Victoria Fox
Carlos Penguin, Editor
This adult story is not intended for readers of less than 18 years of age.
Copyright 2014, All rights reserved.
It was a cool autumn night. The streets were a buzz with life as folks began to emerge from their air conditioned caves. Luna the Huntress filled the evening sky with her full luminous gaze, offering her patrons her aid and protection on their hunts apon the world below.
Clarissa hummed happily to herself, and basked in the moonlight. She loved nights like this. Not because of her job, that just paid the bills. No, the grey wolf found some feral joy in stalking prey in the night. Maybe if she had grown up in the country she would have taken up another pursuit, but alas here she is on the corner.
Unlike many of her competition this evening she truly enjoyed her work. She did not have the withdrawal jitters of the anemic little arctic across the street or a violent slum lord, like her friend Jeni, who puts her out on the block the last week of the month to make rent, whether she had the coin or not it seemed. 'Rissa felt bad for the nerdy little mousey gal.
The shewolf measured in on the smaller range for her species but would not be termed the runt of the litter, that was her little brother. Her body cut a nice figure wither best asset being behind her, but hey, for every other insecurity they make padded bras. Snickering to herself at the thought she made a mental check of her attire for the evening. She opted for a black theme as she believed it contrasted well with her coarse grey fur. She wore a tight black leather jacket, pleated black satin skirt and fishnet stockings that opened around her foot pads. She tied her straight brown hair loosely at her shoulder tonight.
A charcoal grey sedan slowed as it passed her on the street. Clarissa could not make out the shadowy figure in the drivers' seat, but she knew he was checking her out. A mischievous grin crossed her muzzle and she turned her full attention to the driver with a little wave to emphasize the point. Clar' giggled deviously as the figure's muzzle snapped forward and the vehicle sped off. "Dah, the poor bugger lost 'is nerve. She busted into another fit of giggles. Abruptly Clarissa felt a presence at her back. She fell silent and her ears planed back as she slowly turned to face the source of her unease.
A soft high pitched squeek broke the silence. "You just love scaring the fish dun'chya?"
Relieved, the tense wolfess visibly relaxed, spinning on her paw to scoop the little mouse off the ground. "Hell, and you just love scarring me Jeni." Hefting the smaller creature off the ground briefly and nosing her cheek before pulling away.
The smaller creature smiled toothily, puffing out her chest. "Oh you know it hun, us'n plant eaters are legendary hunters."
"Legends eh?" The wolf chuckles her disbelief splayed across her eyebrows. "Isn't legendarily bad pushing it?"
Jeni gave her a pouty show of mock indignance, "Have you never hear of the stalwart defenders of the Redstone [Abbey?]"
"Meh, I used to enjoy those tales when I was a pup, but they are pretty racist."
The little mousy girl tilts her head curiously at her friend. "How so?"
"Think about it, mice are always pure and good. All foxes are crafty, evil manipulative oathbreakers, and wolves?" She pauses to giggle, "And wolves, the cruel overlords and destroyers of worlds."
Jeni Sticks out her tongue. "Sounds to me someone is just bitter about being the runt of the world dominating litter."
"I'll show you Dom girly." The lupine lass returns the gesture with a hint of fang. "Seriously though, I rather prefer the medieval tales of Renard the Fox. No morally superior good guys, everyone is some degree of corrupt, Renard worst of all. Look it up, you'll like it. Just be sure to get the 800 year old versions from before revisionists tried cleaning it up for children's stories." The two continued their banter until a little coyote narrowly into adulthood timidly approached the pair. Clarissa spotted his approach and nudged her friend forward.
Obviously trying to steel himself for the encounter the small coyote adjusted his jacket, "Um, hi."
Jeni suppressed a giggle, "Hiya sweetie."
Clarissa smiled fondly to the pair. "Yap at ya latter sweetiepie." With a wink 'Rissa sauntered off to the alley entrance a respectful 15 meters off. Leaning against the brickwork she spied a larger coyote male in a sea coat faining disinterest while trying to steal glances at the pair on the corner. The shewolf sized him up, a little older and a wee more dangerous than the 'yote she left Jeni with, 'course that could probably have been said of a fox kit too by her assessment. At a guess she'd estimate him to be about 180 centimeters and mid-twenties, but it was hard to tell with him slouched and bundled.
Acting on a hunch Clarissa sidled up beside the larger 'yote and propped a foot up against the masonry, proceeding to lean too. His ears swiveled towards her.
"Brother?" She asked simply.
"Yeah." He replied just as simply.
"Birthday present?" He nodded in reply, stealing another glimpse.
"Dun worry hun, he's with good company. She is genuinely a good girl."
The 'yote eases a bit and spares the wolf his first real look, which earns him a smile. "And... what kind of girl are you miss...?"
"Lupa," she fibbed, "and a wee dangerous kind." She fixed him with a devilish grin, flashing her fangs to emphasize 'dangerous.'
The 'yote man shuffled slightly, "Soo... what'll it be Lupa?"
"Sushi dinner, and good conversation. Beginning with your name."
His brow quirked in disbelief. "John," somehow she doubted the truth of that. "That sounds like an interesting idea for next Saturday... how's about fourty quid for something now."
With a sigh the wolfess let her hand slip into his paw, eliciting a shiver from the larger creature. "And here I was hoping for a romantic,Mister Smith," she teased. Giving his paw a squeeze and a tug toward the alley. "I know just the spot to work out your... discomforts."
Allowing her to lead him the pair disappeared a short distance into the alley way. Past a row of bins the wolf disappeared suddenly into a shadowy alcove off to the left. The coyote halted in his tracks, turning to examine the dark hole, only to yelp in surprise as he was met with a pair of glowing eyes and a face full of sharp teeth only half lit by the jagged moonlight. He would have fallen backwards had it not been for her clawed paws snagging him and pulling the large creature roughly into the alcove with a possessive growl.
John stumbled into the recess and landed heavily on a very soft couch much to his amazement. The shewolf towered triumphantly over the larger canid with her fists firmly planted on her hips. A playful grin crossed her features. Gently she raised a paw ever so slowly to neckline of her jacket. She fondles the zipper, finally pinching the tab, pulling it down to show off her silky white cleavage. She lingered for a teasing heartbeat afore sliding apart exposing her black cups to the night air. Her paws slipped from her jacket down to his knees, parting them as she sank slowly to her knees.
Tenderly the wolf pushed her paws up the male's inner thighs, hooking the hems of his blue woolen coat with her thumbs, drawing it open as she inched ever upward.
The coyote shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. His legs quivered in anticipation as her paws neared their goal. An almost gruff sounding whimper escaped his lips as her paw slid gently over the fabric concealing his swollen pride. Her paw trembled and eased back for a second, less subtle pass, coming to rest crowning the peak of his tent. The huntress gave his concealed flesh a tender squeeze, smiling fondly to him the while she groped over his girth. A wicked look passed over her and she squeezed the tip of his bulge, giggling quietly to herself as his hips gave a buck and his clawed hands dug into the couch.
Ready for the main course the wolfess abandoned his flesh for a moment to loosen his belt and attack his trews. He too began to struggle with the lower buttons of his coat, pulling it open as she popped the last buttons of his fly. Her paws flew to his hips latching onto his waistbands of his trews and silken drawers and in one swift tug had them halfway to his knees.
The wolf leaned back to admire his forbidden fruits. She licked her lips as her eyes took in the soft silky white fur that rolled down his belly covering his nicely matched pair of balls and the sheath of his proud canine prick. Clarissa leaned her nose close. The swollen rod looked ready and excited for action. A bead of pre had already formed at his tip, shimmering as it caught a glimmer of moonlight. 'Rissa drank in the sweet salty scent of her paying lover.
The coyote's heart caught in his throat as he could but watch his grey furred fallen anjel bow her muzzle to his masculinity. The palpation of his heart seemed thunderous as she ran her nose up the underside of his member. Her breath was hot against his flesh. Her tongue curled around his girth, bathing it in her worship.
With her paw she took hold of his penis, fondling his joystick as though playing her favorite game. She nibbled her way up his shaft. Her lips parted around his tip. "Lupa" was all he could gasp as she began to suck upon his his spear point. Her tongue poked, prodded, and lapped across his opening. She supped his clear salty fluids at the spigot. Her elated murrs vibrated through his tip. Clarissa sank her lips around him, taking his meat into her maw till she could kiss the subtle glans of his knot. He had her right where he wanted her.
Suddenly her eyes flicked open and she fixed him with a look of danger. He looked at her drunkenly from her attention. Her gaze still locked on his she carefully raked his member with the tips of her sharp teeth as she lifted her free paw palm up expectantly. "Oh.." he uttered as her teeth drew him to lucidity, "Shite." It was made clear, it was she who had him right where she wanted him. John thrust his paw into the lower pocket of his coat and withdrew his clenched fist. Hovering over hers he opened his fist and tilted his palm till a small gold coin slid free into her hand. 'Rissa idly suckled apon his cock as she held up the yellow coin to inspect it in the moonlight. Seeing the unicorn rampant on the face was good enough for her.
The wolf slipped the piece into her pocket and tenderly pulled her lips up his shaft. She sucked in around his tip to make a lewd "PLOP" as she tugged her muzzle free. Her partner whimpered in need.
"Da'aww, who'sa good boy?" She teased and tickled his belly with her clawtips. She could not stop herself from giggling as he squirmed, twitched and humped into her paw, "My, someone's wound a wee tight!"
Roughly she pushed him back into his seat and curled tight to his side. Clarissa's paw clamped tight around his moist shaft, kneading firmly up and down his length. 'Rissa rested her nose under his jaw. The little wolf rumbled a needy moan into his neckfur, catching a tuft with a playful snap and tug of her teeth.
Any remaining composure had abandoned the 'yote man and he lost himself into a whimpering mess, grinding his tool into her paw. The throbbing in her paw excited her and she let it show biting her lover on the neck.
Her paws became a blur, stroking her John into the final stretch. His toes curled and her hugged his lover tight to his chest, it was just too much. "Nghhh!" John yelped and bit his lip with a hard buck.
'Rissa bolted upright in surprise at the sudden eruption of canine seed narrowly missing her fur in its arc to splatter on the ancient cobblestones. 'Rissa milked the remaining bits of his spunk with a gentle touch. The big 'yote sighted loudly and slumped against the little wolf, his spent cream pooling atop her wrists. His voice came in a gasp between pants, "Thankyou little Lupa."
Giggling through a fluffy cheeked blush Clarissa released his member and gave her wrist a flick sending his cooling seed to join the first streamer on the ground. Still blushing she brought her wrist up to her nose, "You are welcome 'lil John." She tongue bathed her wrist of his clinging seed shooting one last shiver of excitement through his loins at the sight.
The shewolf traced a tender claw under his chin and placed a soft kiss on his nose. Her weight shifted and she raised to her feet smiling to the dazed, indecent male, as she disappeared into the darkness. The sound of a metal zipper in the night was John knew of his Lupa.