{"sf1_id":790197,"sf2_id":null,"title":"When Life's a Bitch, Treat Her Right","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4650,"posted_at":"2014-12-01T16:34:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Canine","Human","M/F","Vaginal","Wolf","Zoophilia","bitch","canada","licking","sex","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/790197-when-life-s-a-bitch-treat-her-right","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/790197","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=790197\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#22 of A Real Animal Lover\n\n.","content":"            Vacation.\n It's a word I've rarely mentioned before. You\nknow, I just wasn't into things like Las Vegas or Virginia Beach. I was\nhonestly more into things like; well, like zoos and parks and such. The farther\nI went into life, the more I found that humans were a bit less human than a lot\nof the animals I cared for. If that doesn't make sense, think of it this way;\nthe animals were true to themselves and their nature. Humans tended to be jerks\nin some pretty amazing ways.\nOne summer I took a month off. The\nbosses bitched about it, but I assured them that the staff could handle the\nday-to-day operations just fine, and since I had already lined up a replacement\nfor myself while I was to be gone I knew I wasn't leaving them in a lurch. They\nwere still unhappy, and it didn't make things any better when I told them I was\ngoing to Canada.\nWhy Canada? \nWhy not?\nBack in those days the border to\nCanada was open with the USA, and driving across it was as simple as finding a\nroad that crossed from one side to the other. My trip was on account of me\nanswering a call for volunteers at a park in Alberta needing some assistance\nwith the reintroduction of wolves into the wild. I had never worked with wolves\nand was curious about them. Ok, I'm talking about Timber Wolves, or as they are\nvariously called, the Mackenzie Valley wolf or the Northwestern Wolf.  I realize that I had already worked with the\nManed Wolf in a manner most amorous.\nTimber wolves were a lot larger\nthan their South American cousins, and this type was probably the biggest of\nthe entire wolf clan. I couldn't wait to get up close and personal, and while I\nknow what you're thinking, I wasn't planning on making any assumptions as to\nhow that aspect was going to go. After all, they weren't my wolves. I was there\nto assist with their care and eventual release into the wild.\nI had sent in my application to\nwork with them early on, and was quick to receive a reply. That was why I had\ninsisted on taking off. I already had a slot in the group and I intended to\ntake it.\nI took a plane to Calgary and from\nthere took a rental car to Banff National Park. Why am I telling you where I\nwent? Because at this point it hardly matters. There were a good fifteen\nvolunteers there, so picking me out of the group at this point would be nearly impossible.\nThey were going to introduce the\nwolves pack into the park, much like they did in Yellowstone. It was a great\nidea, and the benefits at Yellowstone have become glaringly apparent in recent\nyears. You simply can't remove a component predator from the ecosystem and\nexpect there to be no ill effects. Man had nearly wiped them out, and in the\nend, could have destroyed everything he thought he was saving.\nI remember reading Teddy\nRoosevelt's essay on them. It's amazing to think of how much wanton destruction\nman had caused during the 1800s; all the bison and wolves that fell under their\nguns. It was simply disgusting. There was a bounty on their heads; one on the\nbison to make it harder on the natives, and on the wolves because they attacked\nlivestock. Brash stupidity seems to only come with intelligence. Man therefore\nis cursed.\nBanff had their newly obtained\nwolves in separate enclosures. The idea was to keep them from forming a\nhierarchy before they got into the wild. As it was, several of the group came\nfrom hand raised pups. One of them eventually went on to be the alpha female.\nHer name was Honiahaka, though everyone just called her Honey. \nShe was obviously a hand raised\nwolf, for she showed no fear of humans. If someone would have told me then that\nshe would end up being the top canine of the pack, I would never have believed\nthem. As it was, I got to work with her almost exclusively. There was a reason\nfor that. In fact, I'll tell you right now that I made an impression on\neveryone when I ended up opting to sleep out in the elements with her.\nAs it was, it was summer, so even\nwhere we were that far north, it was plenty warm. I had packed camping\nequipment with the full intention of enjoying the great outdoors. I just didn't\nrealize that I would eventually be doing it inside one of the enclosures.\nThe first day there was full of\nroutine introductions and what-have-you, you know; the basic crap. My fellows\nin this project were from all over Canada and the USA, from zoos and\nsanctuaries and in one case, a university. We ranged in experience from thirty\nfour years down to just three. But together we made quite the group. \nI probably had the most experience\nwith direct animal care, though as I think I've said before, not with wolves.\nZoo managers still sort of thought of them as big dogs and hardly worth putting\non display for the public. It was a lousy outlook on the species, but there was\nonly so much I could do. It took another fifteen years before the species\nreally started to make a full comeback. We came pretty close to losing a\nremarkable canine.\nAnyway, getting on with the story... \nFrom day one I opted to sleep\noutside. There was a mild amount of fuss made over my choice. The fact was, the\nlodge at the park had us sleeping five to a room, and to be honest, I wasn't in\nthe mood to listen to everyone's personal stories. Call me antisocial, because\nmaybe I was. I was all willing to talk shop, but I didn't care about their\npersonal lives, and I certainly wasn't into discussing mine.\nI stayed there the first night, but\nafter that, rain or moon glow, I slept under the stars. I guess I had gotten a\nlittle soured on human kind, but even more importantly, I came out here to\nexperience nature. Sleeping in a bed within four walls was something I could do\nat home.\nHoney and I made our acquaintance\nearly on. While many of the wolves there were properly standoffish, she was\nmuch like a big Siberian Husky. She was over by the fence looking for loving,\nand I have no doubt, a treat or two. Luckily for her, I had come equipped with\nbeef jerky and we quickly became friends. Of course, I told no one else. No\npoint in disillusioning them to the reason she was so amiable.\nHoney and I became fast friends,\nright down to me spending the nights in her pen. The park officials were\nagainst it, but as I told them, the waver I signed said I was under my own recognizance\nwhile I was helping at the park, and therefore, unless they decided that my\npresence in the pen was detrimental to the she-wolf, then there was little they\ncould do about it.\nYeah, I pissed a few people off. It\ndidn't last. \nHoney and I spent the nights\ntogether, and before you ask, no, nothing happened, at least not right away. In\nfact, if nothing had happened sexually I would have been quite content. This\nwas an experience to remember for it wasn't often I got to be one with the\nanimals in the wild, even if she was currently penned up. It was in the middle\nof the wilderness, and that was closer than I usually got. After my years\ninside the confines of a zoo, I was a little stir crazy.\nThe wolves were all fit and\nhealthy, which was no surprise. I would never remark that the Canadians didn't\nknow their stuff. The problem was going to be in mixing them together in manner\nto keep tensions down. I wasn't certain that was possible. After all, they were\nfrom different areas and as such, there was going to be some friction, just\nlike there was in our human group. It's the nature of the beast.\nMy first week was spent outside of\nthe pens, as I was no fool. I had a small tent, a sleeping bag, cooking gear;\nthe whole darn thing. By damned if I wasn't going to be roughing it while I was\nhere. Sleeping was a bit tough, considering how active they were at night.\nThere wasn't a whole lot of your usually depicted nighttime howling, but they\ndid yip and bark and growl. It didn't bother me at all. To me, it was music to\nmy ears.\nI sat up late listening to them,\nall the while staring up at the clear night sky. My god, how the stars shone!\nLiving in a city, albeit in zoo, there were always lights on, dimming what you\ncould see of the sky. Out here, there was nothing, not even from the lodge,\nbecause the lodge was three miles distant. Yep, that's right folks; I was\nreally out here on my own. I have never counted so many stars. I think I even\nspotted a satellite or two.\nStill, my greatest interest was\nhere on the ground, and not far from me. That was why, after being out in the\nwild for a few days, I decided to climb the fence with my sleeping bag and she\nwhat she would do.\nNow mind you, it wasn't really a\nfoolhardy thing to do. I had spent some time with her already. Like I said, she\nwas an obvious hand raised wolf, for she acted more like a dog than a wild\ncarnivore. She loved to play, and she especially loved to tussle. While she\ntended to use her teeth to tug and pull at my clothing, never once did she bite\nor even accidentally break the skin.\nSleeping with her was a trip, for\nshe would often pace the inside of the fence perimeter. I felt bad for her,\nknowing that eventually she would be released and maybe then wish she had some\nsolid boundaries to deal with.  She was\ngoing to go from a few square yards to hundreds of square miles in a few weeks\ntime. After they were all released, it would be up to them to fend for\nthemselves.\nI was unsure she was ready for this,\nand to this end, did something that very nearly could have gotten me kicked\nout. I let her go.\nHey! I'm not an idiot. I knew I was\ntaking a chance, but I felt she needed a little experience before getting set\nfree. So here's what I did. First off, all canines love meat. I figured she\nwouldn't go far from me since I had a pocket filled with jerky. Secondly, where\nwould she go? She was going to be free in a little while anyway, so what\ndifference did upping the timetable make?\nWe went on an excursion the first\nnight, looking to scare up some game. We found a few rabbits, but she seemed to\nbe confused at what she was supposed to do with them. That didn't bode well for\nher or the rest of them if they had no idea how to hunt.\nThe second night out (for you see,\nshe stayed with me) we were a little more successful. This time I flushed a\nhare out from under a bush and it ran straight towards her. She grabbed it, but\nnot knowing what else to do with it, she let it escape. It was at least a\nstart.\nDuring these times she was still\npretty playful, and she preferred to romp more than to hunt. As the moon\nreaching its fullest phase, the nighttime was lit up with an eerily luminescent\nglow. I don't know if you have any idea what I'm talking about, but it's when\nthe moonlight is so brilliant you can read by it. You could see right down into\nthe valley below.\nAnd what did I see? A herd of deer.\nI figured they would be a little big for her to tackle alone, but she noticed\nthem with a keen interest. Since it was a prey animal the pack would be looking\nto take down, I let her investigate them. When she took off after them, I was\nslightly surprised, and when she almost took one down, I nearly cheered.\nShe came trotting back, head held\nhigh, and with it her tail as well. I thought it was just a bit of canine\npride. It turns out it was a little more than that. I had assumed the\nrestlessness in the males  was just\nbecause they were caged up. It hadn't dawned on me until that moment that a\nfemale might be in heat. Funny that it happened to be the one I was presently\nworking with. I had to thank dumb luck for being on my side.\nI pride myself on being able to\nascertain when a female is in heat, but I was so wrapped up in the whole\noutdoor experience that I hadn't really been paying attention to her backend.\nApparently my nose wasn't nearly as sensitive as the other males out her, but\nthat goes without saying. It made the past few evening's ruckus a little more\nunderstandable.\nThat thought got me pretty excited,\nbecause here we were out in the middle of nowhere. That meant that I could\nrelax and not worry about anyone discovering us. There was to be no sneaking up\non me unless someone walked in the moonlight to where we were, because\nheadlights would show up on the road well before anyone made it to the site.\nI stripped down to nothing and sat\ndown on the grass. I doubt that she got any ideas from the removal of my\nclothing. She was in the mood for playing, and I sort of think that this might\nhave been her first heat, and therefore she didn't know quite how to deal with\nit. Luckily for her I did.\nWe tussled around on the grass for\na while, for as I've said before she acted a bit too doglike to suit me. Not in\nher looks mind you, which were exquisite and a perfect paradigm of the wolf\nbreed. She had that perfect mix of black, gray and browns. Her eyes were golden,\nand they reflected back the moonlight like miniature mirrors. No, I was\nreferring to her desire to please. She was going to have to outgrow that or she\nwas never going to survive, pack or no pack. But for the moment, I pushed aside\nthose thoughts for something more immediate.\nWe rolled around and wrestled,\ngiving the others a bit of a show. The males were definitely fidgety while we\nwere horsing around. I knew that she had to be in heat, or else they wouldn't\nbe reacting so strongly. For her part, she seemed oblivious to anything else\nbut her and I. So at one point when I tackled her and pinned her to the ground,\nI slipped my finger under her lovely tail. She froze as my questing finger\nfound a hole dripping with lubrication. My cock went rigid in record time.\nShe was on her back, and it was as\nperfect a position as we were going to have. I left my finger inside her and\nplayed around, rubbing her walls with a firm touch. With my other hand I\nstroked her fur in an effort not to have her freak out on me. She seemed more\nlike the opposite. She was holding still as I rubbed her belly with one hand\nand tested the waters with the other. \nShe was dripping in no time.\nHaving tackled smaller subjects\nthan her, I knew there was going to be no difficulty in poking into that lupine\nlove hole. Since she was being so cooperative, I didn't waste any time. I got\nup on my knees, pulled her legs forward and placed the head of my cock against\nher puffy lips. I grabbed her front paws and pulled her towards me as I leaned\nin. I slipped in like a hot knife through butter and was engulfed by a raging\nheat.  This girl was hot and bothered!\nI kept my grip on her front paws\nand used them as leverage for going at it. She was suddenly very still as I\npressed my crotch against hers with the full weight of my body. I could feel\nher stretch open as her lips became a tight ring around the base of my cock.\nHer fur was a fuzzy tickle against my bare skin, and her insides were a hot,\nenveloping paradise. I was immediately in lust. I knew what I was going to be\ndoing every night until it was either time to let her free, or until the estrus\nwore off. Either way I was going to be draining my nuts on a nightly basis.\nI worked away on her with as much\nenergy as I could muster, for we had been cavorting about already this evening.\nAs it was, the aroma of her once untapped cunt was driving the other males in\nthe vicinity absolutely nuts. I could see a few unsheathed cocks poking out\nfrom underneath their bellies. The boys wanted in on the action! Too bad for\nthem. There was chain link between them and us, so she was all mine.\nAfter a little while, I rolled her\nonto her side and repositioned myself, careful not to pinch her tail under my\nknee. As I worked her over, I took my left hand and using a little lube that had\nsplattered on the outside, rubbed across her ass until it loosened up. My thumb\nwent in right to the knuckle. I felt her shudder as it did. A smile spread\nacross my face. I was going to be breaking this virgin in on both holes\ntonight!\nIgnoring the fuss from the pens, I\nwent to work with a vengeance. Here I was out in the bright moonlit night,\nscrewing a beautiful wolf to the sounds of her future pack mates voicing their dislike\nof a human getting the first mating with their future leader. It was music to\nmy ears, and her cunt was pleasure beyond compare. I had a feeling I was going\nto be dead tired come morning.\nHoney was well over a hundred\npounds and more than capable of handling me. I figured I was good for both\nholes, though how long I was going to be using each was only going to be\nanswered once I was done. I continued to work her over; cock in cunt and a\nthumb up the rear. I could feel her body quiver with the overload of sensations\nrunning through it. I think she was as turned on as I was.\nAfter a good fifteen minutes of\nplugging away on that fine hole, I pulled out and took a shot at the one above\nit. She whipped her head up when I vacated her hole, watching me as if to ask\nif that was all there was going to be. I pressed against her ass and wiggled my\ncock in. She stiffened for a moment and then dropped her head back down. I\npressed it in until I was up to the hilt. Damn, but if this hole wasn't nearly\nas sensational as the other I don't know what was.  \nI went at it, and she reacted by\nhaving one of her legs twitching in time to my pounding. I thought maybe it was\njust from the force of my thrusts, but when I slowed them to a measured pace,\nher twitching continued. My cock got a little harder at the thought that she\nwas into anal. That meant I was going to be tapping out both of her holes until\nmy cock gave up the ghost. I prayed that wasn't until the very last day.\nI slid my other thumb where my cock\nhad just been, and while the position was still a little cramped as before, it\nworked out just fine. She was off the deep end as I slid in an out of her ass\nlike a piston. Now you may question whether I'm telling the truth, but you'd be\nsurprised how many animals found the back door to be nearly as much fun as the\nfront. Equines especially seemed to savor having both holes plugged now and\nagain. Trust me, she was totally into it.\nI fucked her until I couldn't hold\nback anymore. I had a grip on her tail and her leg; all the while I was rocking\nher world with as much force as I thought she could handle. I let loose inside\nher and spilled forth with as much strength as a true male wolf. I was only\nmissing a knot. \nOh, what I wouldn't have given to\nbe locked up tight inside her!\nI stayed in as long as I could, but\nafter a few minutes the issue was forced and I dropped to the grass beside her.\nShe went into a fury of licking; to my face though and not to herself. I rolled\non my back and she was immediately on top of me, avidly showing her\nappreciation for this new game. I would have figured she would have been\nlicking her ass, which I assumed might be a bit raw, but she was having none of\nit. In fact, she moved from my face to my crotch, sniffing and lapping like it\nwas some great delicacy.\nIt was a little much to take after\njust having blown a wad, but I bit my tongue and let her go at it. As it turns\nout, she licked me hard in five minutes flat. I wouldn't have believed it if it\nhadn't happened to me. Then again, I was really into this girl, and I think\nthat helped. I finally pushed her away and got up on my knees.\nIt took a moment to get her\narranged, but she got the idea and held still as I maneuvered behind her. I\nplunged back into her cunt with nary a touch of friction and slammed it in\ndeep. I felt her go rigid as I did so, and knew she was ready for the long\nhaul. I was thankful for the soft soil and grass under my knees, for that\nwasn't always the case. Then again, they had toughened up over time so maybe it\nwas compromise.\nI grabbed her hips and went to town\non her hole again, determined to dump a load into there as well.  I would have been a little leery of poking\nback in after being in her ass; a matter of cleanliness and all, but she had\nlicked me plenty clean in her enthusiasm. So without reservation I went forth\nto show her how it was done.\nThe males were still pacing and\ngrowling, but since there wasn't a damn thing they could do, I was content to\nlisten to their grumblings. In a few weeks they would have their turn. For now,\nit was mine. With any luck, I might just ruin their chances, though that was a\nmean-spirited thought. After all, the idea was to release them into the wild\nand have them repopulate the species. That was the long term goal. My sights\nwere set a little more in the here and now.\nI screwed Honey until she tightened\nup like a Chinese finger trap. I was soon forcing myself in, not for lack of\nlubrication, but because her cunt was slowly constricting, fitting ever more\ntightly around my head and shaft.  I had\nto slow down, which I was of mixed minds about. Part of me wanted to savor the\nfeeling, and the other part wanted to slam on her until my muscles gave out.\nThe first was the only option. I took it of course.\nIt made for a long night indeed. I\nwas to the point where I literally had to force my way inside, and because it\nwas getting to be so tight, I often simply pushed in and concentrated on the\nfeeling of warmth and tightness surrounding my cock. It was a pulsing tube of\npleasure, that's what it was, and I had to wonder how she could ever take a\nknot when she was shrinking around me like she was. Truthfully, it wasn't going\nto be my problem, but I guess that when the time came, the lucky male was going\nto be stuck for a lot longer than he may have bargained for.  \nI certainly was. Each pull out was\nmeasured, for if I slipped all the way out, there was a real chance I wasn't\ngoing to get back in. Therefore, when the flared edge of my head reached her\npelvic bone I stopped, and with care and a fair amount of pressure, I pushed it\nback in. I did this for an hour. I didn't know about her, but I was tiring, and\nI was feeling just a little raw. But if she was feeling any of those things she\nwas keeping it to herself. She was sitting still, her forefeet extended, and\nher head and shoulders low. It was a stable position and probably one that\nallowed her to expend much less energy staying still  than I was banging away on her backside. I didn't\nbegrudge her one bit.\nIn the end, I quit moving and\ninstead slammed her into me. It worked wonderfully, and as a matter of fact, it\nwas ideal. I still couldn't go too fast, but I could really get in deep this\nway, and she was shaking like a leaf by the time I finally came. I blew a\npainfully constricted load straight into her cub-maker with extreme prejudice.  I was pressed up against her cervix so I'm not\nexaggerating one bit.\nThis time I held on so tightly\nagainst her that I never fell out. I was fairly exhausted, but I really didn't want\nto leave the confines of that sweet little hole. As it was, I finally knew I\nhad to and I pulled out, but not without a sigh from me, and a little look of reproach\nfrom her. I got dressed in my boxers and climbed into my sleeping  bag. Come the next morning, she was snuggled\nup with me on the outside. I shared some jerky from my pouch before I returned\nto my tent and got dressed. I had to look presentable when everyone else got\nthere.\nI was feeling pretty euphoric. I\nhadn't considered that I would ever being checking such a majestic creature as\nthe wolf off of my list. Like I said before, sure I had done some Maned Wolves,\nand while they were smaller and a little odder in appearance, there was\nsomething deeply religious about this experience. I was out here in her land, and\nunder her sky, and under her tail... And it was wonderful. \nThere were plenty more nights, let\nme tell you, but I will not bother with them right now. Eventually, we did\nrelease them into the wild, but I'll save that tale for later, in case you're\ninterested. After all, there were still around two weeks left, and I made good\nuse of every night of every one of them. But for now, I think I'll cut the\nstory here before it gets to be too long. And if you'd like to hear more, I'm\nsure I can be persuaded to kiss and tell. "}