Furry Pounds
His faithful hound had been antsy all so the young wolf had fastened the dog's leash to his pet's collar, grabbed the Frisbee from the doggy bin and headed out to the local park. ‘Mikey', the black and grey furred dog, lolled his tongue out and yapped happily at his master as they marched along the hot concrete sidewalk to the nearby park area while his owner named Alexander, the fifteen year old grey wolf with red highlights, smiled and laughed as his pet drew him down the street, mindless of the temperature making both of their furry body's heavy with sweat. When they had gotten to the park Mikey had instantly tugged on his leash wanting to be freed and afterwards barked and dashed across the park before zooming back over to his owner wondering why he wasn't playing yet. Alex chuckled and curled the leash into his pocket then thrown the Frisbee under his arm into the heart of the park making Mikey bark and dart off after it.
The duo played long and hard for the entire afternoon leading to the evening while they ran through the park with Mikey leading the trail with the Frisbee in between his muzzle and Alexander following just a tail tip behind. When both had run out of steam Mikey had dropped the yellow discus and tackled his master in a playful fit, beginning a short bout of rolling around in the grass throwing up dirt and dander until the young fur had come out on top. Young Alexander, being the more dominant of the pair, had mocked growled and snapped his youthful fangs against the wolf-dog's neck, securing Mikey's scruff while the feral had laid back on his back with his belly lain bare. When that game had come to an end the young wolf released his faithful pet and then hopped up and made their way under the largest of a sentinel of pine trees.
Alex watched as the hybrid dog came over to him and then rolled around on his back begging to be scratched with his large brown eyes causing the wolf to chuckle and then reach out with short black claws scratching along the wolf-dog's furry stomach. The feral canine's muzzle opened in an expression of pure satisfaction as he was basked in his owner's affections while the teenage wolf thought that there was nothing better than being out in the park with his best friend.
The sky grew dim and soon the boy and canine had to get up and shake themselves off and make their way out of the park down the streets back home. Alex had walked to where the Frisbee lay all but forgotten and then scooped it up into his paws before leashing his companion. Mikey, enthusiastic as always, pulled on his leash like a wild, untrained beast but Alex didn't mind as he tried to dig his sandaled feet into the ground to slow their advance, smiling all the while. In the three months that the unusual dog had come into the boy's life he found that the intelligent canine could also be as wild as a storm when he wanted to. Obedient to a fault, Mikey was prone to bouts of juvenility. The beast weighed about one hundred odd pounds and easily pulled the boy along much to his amusement and dismay. The other furs in the park watched and got a good laugh since it was a normal occurrence with those two.
"Heel already you crazy mutt! HEEL!" Alexander shouted happily but was ignored.
Mikey ground to a halt once he was in front of the large gate that guarded the house and Alex nearly fell over the huge dog when his companion suddenly stopped. The wolf grunted and huffed before laughing and kneeling down to pat his canine on the head, getting a wag of the dog's tail. Opening the white picket fence and letting his canine friend in Alex walked to his front door, took his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his house. Given that it was mid Summer Alex gave a relieved sigh as he felt the cool mechanical air of the AC units blowing. His mother must have turned them on for him before she went to work. The young wolf yawned and then looked down to see Mikey's tail thumping against his leg and the hybrid's muzzle open letting out heavy pants of air. Because he was too low on the ground for the cooler air to cover him the wolf-dog wasn't able to fully enjoy the benefits as much as his owner so Alex knelt down and unbuckled the clasps from his companion's neck and took the leash and collar into the kitchen with him before he set the leash and collar up on the fried and grabbed Mikey's dog bowl to run his pet some fresh water.
Mikey trotted behind his master and then barked as he watched the two-legger fill the metallic bowl and then go to the cold box to pull out a tray full of what his master had called ‘ice' then crack the tray with a twist of his paws and dump a few cubes inside the bowl before setting it down on the floor. Instantly the hot, feral canine went over to dig his muzzle into the bowl and lap at the chilly liquid and the frozen cubes floating around in there. The water eased his parches throat making Mikey grumble happily and lift his head to lick the edge of his muzzle and yip happily at his owner.
Alex chuckled quietly in his throat before he took a glass from the cabinets and filled it with water from the tap, taking himself a drink. When both finished, interestingly enough at the same time, Alex rinsed his glass out and put it back where it belonged then made his way back to the refrigerator. Since it was well off into dinner time the young wolf rummaged through the cold container to see if there was anything worthy of eating. His mother was always out so that meant he was on his own for dinner and as he looked Alex could see that he would have to call for takeout again. There was no way he was going to try and cook seeing that his last experiment in the art of cuisine had ended up with burnt vegetables and something that smelled like a bio hazard. To add insult to his injured pride Alex had to stare agape when even Mikey wouldn't o near his food, the black and grey furred mutt had backed away sharply from the plate of mixed up items that had once been food to curl himself into the living room with his paws over his nose.
That had been the day Alexander realized that cooking was not a part of his many skills.
Reaching for his wallet in his side pockets and getting a two ten dollar bills out the young wolf grabbed his cell phone from his other pocket and speed dialed the local Chinese place. A minute later his order was set and Alex left the kitchen with Mikey tailing behind and went upstairs to take a shower. From all the playing he had been doing the fifteen year old lupine found his white t-shirt sticking to his fur along with his and a odor was starting to emanate from his skin and fur. Personally Alex didn't really mind and neither did Mikey from the way the wolf-dog was always sniffing up under the young wolf's tail but his mother did and if there was one thing the older wolf didn't tolerate it, as he put it...
"A smelly man who doesn't seem to care that he offends others." Alex mocked raising the pitch of his voice to mimic his mother.
Alexander giggled as he got to the full bathroom and shuck out of his sweaty clothes to his reveal his well formed furry body before looking at himself in the mirror. At fifteen he was a very handsome wolf and was beginning to fill out in all the right places. The pup fat that he had seemed to never be rid of was loosening its hold over his face and belly and now the firm outline of a set of abs was showing. In a few more years he would finally be able to look more like an adult than the pup his mother always seemed to be calling him. Running a paw over his head and stroking the fur along his snout backwards Alex wondered if he would ever look like his dad when he was finally an adult. The older wolf had been a stud in his prime and every time Alex thought about his pop he went over how he would compare to the other.
A few tears ran from his dark coal eyes as the red and black colored wolf thought about him. It still hurt even three years later, but he couldn't keep crying. He had to be tough for his mom at least. Alex coughed and looked down to his legs to see Mikey nuzzling him and staring up with his big soulful brown eyes and the young wolf reached down to pat the other on his head before turning around and starting his shower.
"Hey, want to get in with me Mikey?" Alex asked and watched as the canine lowered his ears and backed away from the tub.
Alex laughed out loud as he walked into the running water. Mikey hated to take baths and if it weren't for Alex's mother enforcing the ‘Bathing Rule' the mixed breed canine would always get out of having to get washed. When Alex began to use the fur brush to scrub his body down the four-legger snorted before he grabbed his owner's shirt in his muzzle and trotted out of the bathroom to the laundry room downstairs. Dropping the article down in front of the washer machine Mikey went back up and did the same with Alex's pants. This neat little trick had been taught to him by himself as the canine watched his master do the same thing over and over after he got out of the washing up, so being the intelligent creature he was, and proud to admit it to himself if no one else, Mikey began to take his keeper's things to the laundry room without being asked. It had always netted him treats before.
By the time he was through the canine was back upstairs in the bathroom poking his nose through the shower curtains and sniffing at his master. Alex cocked his ears when he heard the sniffing resounding behind him and smirked before gathering some water into one of his paws and then throwing it at his pet. Mikey yipped and stumbled back before he listened to the laughter coming from Alex's muzzle. The heartfelt sound was enough to keep the mutt from jumping in there and tackling the other in retribution, well that and more water getting on him, as the grey and black dog threw up his tail in indignation and bounded outside where it was much safer and drier. Alex got in a few more chuckles before he shook his head and went back to cleaning himself up. It felt good to be clean and since he had such dense fur, even after he shed his winter coat, Alex used the cold water instead of the hot. Once he had scrubbed down and used the fur shampoo to soak the dirt and sweat from out between the strands of his fur Alex rinsed off, turned off the drain, shook himself down and then stepped out onto a large towel on the tiled floor.
Sighing and pressing the button to turn on the fur-dryer the young wolf stretched and reached up to the ceiling as the automated air blew over his body. It was good to have such things since trying to use a blow-dryer always turned into a hassle, especially when trying to get the back of his fur. When he was sufficiently dry Alex yawned he made his way out of the bathroom and looked to the side of the doorway to see Mikey faithfully waiting for him. The canine was resting on his paws but immediately jumped up when his master came out.
"Good boy, thanks for taking my clothes downstairs for me." The wolf patted the dog on the head taking the steps back downstairs to the living room with his second shadow ever following him.
Flopping down on the couch Alex grabbed the remote for the TV and then turned it on. Patting the area next to him Mikey hopped up and curled himself next to Alex and laid his head down on the young wolf's lap. Though the feral didn't care much for the ‘box-that-talked' the grey and black canine did like it when his owner let him up on the sofa so he lowered his ears and closed his eyes while the two-legger got into watching the scenes flash before his eyes.
By the time the first program was going off the doorbell had ran and Alex eased Mikey's head from off of him to answer it.
"Hi, that'll be fourteen dollars and eighty-five cents. Hot day out?" The Jack Russell Terrier wearing the faded yellow shirt and loose cargo pants asked as he eyed the wolf.
"Yeah, kinda. Let me go get your money. Want to step in for a second?" Alex asked, completely forgetting that he left his money in his pants.
"Su-," The guy started to say before a rough growl made him turn to see two brown eyes staring at him hatefully. "Maybe not."
"Oh he won't bite. Alex said while heading for the washer room, but the terrier wasn't as sure as he looked at the dog and then swallowed thickly when the mutt snarled at him showing off his great white fangs.
‘Yeah right.' He thought.
Mikey watched the intruder with burning eyes as he waited for his master to come back. He always hated when new people came to his new home and wouldn't let them in unless they had a good smell to them or unless his master ordered him to, even then he glared at the newcomers. When Alex got back he handed the two tens to the terrier and grabbed the bags from him.
"Keep the change."
"Alright, thanks. He you know if you want to you can come down to the place next time and I might be able to get you some free food." The terrier said smoothly while still eyeing the wolf leisurely.
"Aww, thanks man. Maybe I'll do that this weekend. What's your name?" Alex asked.
"Terrance. Yeah, I know. My folks have little imagination when it comes to names."
"It's cool. Thanks. And I guess I'll see you Friday then."
The two nodded to one another before the wolf shut door. Alex sat the food onto the table and sorted out his order before taking a box and a pair of chopsticks and digging in while sitting cross-legged on the floor. Mikey whined and plopped down beside his owner before sniffing the box and licking at the wolf's paws.
"Alright chow hound. You'll get your share. Jeeze." Alex dug in and picked out a clump of fried rice and poked it at Mikey's nose and watched as the dog lapped at the ball until it was gone. Balling up some more the wolf fed himself before taking another mound and feeding it to his pet.
In the three months since Mikey had shown up on their doorstep Alex had treated him like a member of the family. He often feed the dog from his own plate and easily ate after him without worrying about wear the dog's muzzle had been before, much to his mother's dismay as she wanted to get the creature out of her house as soon as possible. The dog had shown up out of the blue one rainy night and padded inside of the house as soon as Alex let him in as if he owned the place. There had been some confrontation as Alex's mother tried to get the mutt out by threatening him with a broom, which only made the vagabond happy to play with her whenever she tried to hit him, jumping out of her way and then barking at her while wagging his tail and smiling a doggy smile. Next the woman had told Alex to catch him by his scruff and throw him out but that ended with Alex getting the ride of his life when the mongrel shook the boy around like a rag doll and then pounced on him and laid there on his chest like a great pillow.
The older female wolf had sighed and given up for the time being and told Alex that he could keep the creature after her son had begged her from underneath the dog as long as he cleaned up after him and he obeyed. Being a young wolf who saw adventure in every fact of life, Alex had laughed and thanked his mother and then ran to get the mop and a few towels to clean up the floor of muddy paw prints that the canine had made once his new pet had let him up of course. The ‘Bathing Rule' had been enforced the next day when the older wolf had complained about the smell of wet dog and forced Alex to wash his new companion. That little incident had now been termed ‘Bathastrophe' as Alex had to use every bit of willpower and strength to get the canine into the tub and wash him. Of course without much help from said dog who had fought, clawed, bit, and yowled about getting bathed. By the time they had come out the dog was sulking but smelling better and Alex was wet and cringing as he licked his paws from where he had been bitten.
It had taken two days before the young wolf had given the canine his name which turned out to be a simple task since he had been came from watching TV one day. A televised program about a canine detective named Mikey and Alex's new companion had started to bark and growl whenever Mikey had done so on the TV so in a playful jest the wolf had named the grey and black dog ‘Mikey'. The last little incident to happen with the new pair was when Alex's mother to take both of them to a vet friend of hers and have Mikey checked over. Love him or not if he proved to be a danger he would have to go, the female wolf had dictated. So it was with great reverence that Mikey had gotten back a good bill of health and a few shots to keep him that way. When asked by the Rottweiler vet if he should appoint a day for the mix breed to be neutered, well Alex's mom was still trying to charm the man from ending their friendship when Mikey had bite him on the arm and wouldn't let go. It had taken much reassurance from Alex to calm the feral down enough to get him to release the poor vet who had to use his knowledge and a little help to bandage his arm.
For the most part, on the drive back, Alex had done a rendition of a saint as he sat in the backseat of his mother's car smiling at Mikey who had his head out of the window letting the wind course through his fur while the older female growled low in her throat and clenched her paws against the steering wheel. When they had made it back home Alex had shot into the house and not come out of his room along with his pet.
That was their basic story and now as the pair finished up their dinner Alex got up to throw the cartons and bags away the two couldn't be separated. Even now when Mikey nuzzled the back of his owner's naked behind and sniffed him up under his tail. Alex shooed the pooch away before he sighed and made his way back to the living room. Sated with curry chicken and fried rice the young wolf felt himself getting drowsy and yawned. The TV was still playing an old rerun of Detective Mikey's show but was soon silenced when Alex reached for the remote and turned it off. He had, had enough and started for his room all the while his companion followed along side of him.
By the time he reached his room the red and black wolf could barely motor himself to his twin bed before he collapsed onto it and fell asleep. Mikey hopped up and curled over his master while lowered his ears and listening to the automated AC blow through the house.
It was late in the evening when the sound of the front door opening made Mikey wake up and lift his head from off of his owner's back. A light step from downstairs made the canine's ears twitch and Mikey growled silently before slinking off of the bed and going to see what was amiss, but not before easing the door shut behind him with his paw; a trick he had learned recently. Alex's mother usually didn't get home until after mid morning and if she ever did come home early she would always fast track her tail upstairs to check on her pup so whoever was in the house Mikey was sure it wasn't her. Padding downstairs, not making the slightest hint of sound, the dog turned his head back and forth before catching the scent of someone not native to the house going through the place. Cautiously the canine followed the scent until he found the intruder inside of the kitchen rummaging through the drawers.
Mikey watched as the person quietly shut the door and then ease towards the living room with a bag in his hands and Mikey had just enough time to move out of the way so as not to be seen. When the burglar got to the TV and began to look over it Mikey let out a quiet bark alerting the other to his presence. The person turned around and stared with wide eyes as he looked at the growling canine before reaching into his bag and taking out a large piece of meat. Whistling and throwing it next to the dog the thief thought that he would be able to get away while the four-legger was eating...not so.
Mikey turned to see the piece of fresh but tainted food sitting beside him before standing up and heading to the intruder. Now the masked two-legger was frightened. Normally when he threw down something like that the guard dog took it and ran off but seeing the mongrel in front of him coming towards him the thief edged backwards to the door. However, his motions were stopped when he looked to see the canine stand up on two legs and start to expand upwards.
The four-legger now standing on his hind legs growled almost soundlessly as his muscles began to pop and shift around while bones thickened and elongated. The dog's heart beat ten times quicker with every breath he took as the organ flushed out more blood into every area inside of his body. Nerves lit on fire as endorphins raced all over the place causing any the physical pains of the change that swept of the dog to feel almost pleasurable. While the body began to metamorphisize into something else Mikey's mind began to fire electrical signals speeding up the pace and depths of thoughts until the canine began to link thoughts, memories, experiences, and ideas together to form complex plans. Staring at the burglar with his crimson iris Mikey knew what plans he would enact on the one who had entered his domain unwelcomed and barked happily about it.
The thief thought that he was reliving a nightmare as he watched the devil hound in front of him grow and grow. The sick sounds of bones and cartilage twisting and reforming made his stomach turn while the sheer size of the beast cause him to whimper and curl up into a ball as best he could dropping the bag he had been tightly clutching. The bag itself was nearly empty since the meat had been tossed out and the only thing left were a several condoms and tube of lube that had fallen out. By the time the creature was fully reformed the thief was staring up at a seven foot demon right out of hell. Glaring red eyes watched him like a bug as he rapidly panted and whimpered. When the creature stepped forward the masked two-legger couldn't stop himself from letting out a primal reaction to his fears.
Mikey chuckled deep and low enough that some of the fixtures shivered as he felt the change end and his body flex. Now at nearly three times his weight, almost twice his height while standing on his hind legs, and six times his normal voracity the canine was ready to play. A single step made him scent the air and lick his sharper fangs as the rancid smell of fear began to mix with the bitter tang of urine. Many had done the same thing in his presence as he stood before them and it never failed to make him feel thrilled and yet annoyed at the same time. Shaking his head and his tail the towering canine grabbed the fur with a single broad paw and ripped the mask off of his head and then snarl in anger.
The burglar turned out to be the same Jack Russell Terrier from before. Mikey felt some pride as he kept the idiot from entering the house earlier. Taking the other canine by his neck and bodily dragging him through the living room back into the kitchen Mikey couldn't help his tail from slapping the other in the muzzle as the terrier tried to fight his way out of the vice like grip he was held in. Mikey flipped the lock on the back door with his claws then opened the door leading to the fenced in area in the back before walking out and easing the door shut behind him, making doubly sure his new claws didn't tear apart the frame again.
Once outside the mixed breed looked around and then snorted before walking to the edge of the fence and throwing the dog over it. Terrance landed some yards away with a crash crying out and then stumbled to his feet to run. Mikey watched him before counting to ten, proving that Alex's mom was wrong, and then coiling the muscles in his leg to jump up and over to the side of the terrier. He hadn't had a good hunt in a while, actually since the last time he managed to bring down that horse who had been stumbling drunk in the park. Barking at the terrier Mikey watched as the dog ran off to a clump of trees set back behind Alex's and his house.
Terrance ran as fast as he could, ignoring the pain in his back as he made a mad dash off into the trees. Fear kept him from formulating a plan and circling around to try and get to the street. Instead the terrier cowardly ran right where the feral half-wolf wanted him to. Mikey watched and lopped easily after the dog while keeping some distance away to give the terrier some hope of getting away. All the while the crimson eyed lycan watched the moon above to make sure he got back to his master before the wolf woke up.
The chase, if it could be called that, took about thirty minutes in total. Mikey had herded the terrier into different places when he would jump up into the tree branches and then come down like lightning next to the other dog with a snap of his teeth and growl in his throat shaking the earth enough to make car alarms go off. Terrance had been at his wits end as he ran, literally, in circles no more than fifteen or so yards from the house he tried to break into. When at last he had ran out of breath and maybe sanity the terrier had dropped to the ground and then cried to himself. Mikey found that he too had had enough and stalked out from his place behind a large oak tree to saunter up to the thief. Hauling the other up by his neck again the black and grey furred beast flexed his claws and tore away the two-legger's clothing. The shallow material ripped away like paper leaving the terrier with only his sock and sneakers on. Once he was ready Mikey decided the other's fate.
Looking up the terrier wondered what would happen next when he found himself lowered to the ground and then dropped. Thinking that he was being shown mercy Terrance shakily turned to crawl away but he didn't make it far. A broad paw pulled him back and then flipped him around like a rag doll before the same paw reached out for his muzzle and forced it upwards. Crimson eyes stared at him like rubies from hell before the terrier's face was directed elsewhere. Terrance wanted to scream as he was made to peer at something that should have either been from an all-star porno or his worst nightmares. Thick, grotesquely huge, almost unbelievable was the sight of the other canine's sheath. In his fear and delirium the terrier hadn't bothered to notice the other dog's package. His want to live outweighing any fascination on the subject. However, his capture hadn't forgotten.
The chase was always a thrill to creatures like Mikey; the feel of your quarries' fear escalating as the scent of desperation oozed from its skin, the knowledge that soon the prey would be brought down and then devoured whole, the thrill of running, chasing, and leading the other to its end by fangs and claws empowered Mikey and his kind. Of course prey that wasn't eaten had a purpose in other areas as well. The hunt had been short but enough to stroke the fires of the mix breed's lust and now he was going to enjoy the conquest. Rubbing his aching loins the crimson eyed lycanthrope growled down to the other loosened his hold over the terrier's muzzle to place his wide paw to the back of its head. What can next was only natural...
Terrance muzzle was smashed against the dark grey sheath of his would be killer and then rubbed up against the sweaty and heavily scented piece of male flesh. The pouch was almost as wide as the smaller dog's muzzle and getting bigger as the bag of fur and flesh housing the other canine's cock and knot stretched out and allowed the bare hint of Mikey's red tip to press out. Terrance could hardly breathe around that musky scabbard of flesh before he was bodily raised up.
Mikey hadn't been able to show his true self off to his master and so he was unable to turn to the young wolf for aid when it came to his more carnal needs. Sure the occasional stroke on his cock by curious wolven paws was helpful but it only made the fire burn worse. His secondary form as a four-legger was just a shell so whatever he felt while being in that form, it became ten times better or worse when in his true shape. Whenever Mikey was hungry he could settle for the morsels that his master game him but when he was ‘hungry' he would need something more to sate the quaking in his belly. When he wanted to play it was fun to tussle with his owner in the park on in the house but when it came down to real games there was nothing that could replace a hunt. And when his lust pooled over and Mikey would grab his little wolf and run his sheath against his leg wanting to be pawed off, nothing could compare to the need for relief when he was in his true body. How he wanted to change and take his master's body like a true mate and run the other through with his gargantuan cock until the little wolf was breathless with need but he would never do that. His master was his life now; Mikey could never hurt him besides, little catches like this made life so much more fun for the time being.
Running the terrier against his now hard cock Mikey growled and stopped from his idle stroking of his weapon to pry loose the other dog's jaws. Terrance struggled vainly but had to submit when his fangs were unclenched and the tip of the beast's penis was shoved into his muzzle. So wide in fact that trying to clamp down on it proved futile. Terrance had the bigger issue of trying to breathe through his nose and the phallus moved down into his throat only getting so far when the terrier began to flail around and struggle to get loose. Mikey knew he would never be able to fit his entire shaft into the smaller canine. At two feet of prime meat getting the first five inches was entertaining enough. The crimson eyed lycan watched as he pulled his hips back just enough to let the terrier get some air in before he snapped his pelvis back.
Terrance felt like his muzzle was being broken in half as the long tube of dog cock ran between his teeth forcing them wider and wider. His throat hurt when the tip jabbed into his esophagus rubbing the insides raw before spurting a ling of pre into his stomach. Thankfully he couldn't taste any of it as the grey and black monster kept hammering deeper and deeper inside of his throat almost as if trying to get inside of his belly. Tears were in Terrance's eyes and he looked up pleadingly to his captor.
Mikey, of course didn't bother to care about the well-being of his catch but instead went back to stroking his length. His pads were smooth despite spending almost all of his life on all fours and made easy passes along the veins of his cock as well as his growing knot. The large shaft was thicker than Mikey's full grip down towards where the bulb of a knot lay. The slimy, slick organ was the lycan's pride and at its full size it could easily spear and break a smaller fur in two. The thick scent of it from being housed inside of the mix breed's sheath made Mikey grumble pleasurably as he took large sniffs of his own intoxicating smell while brining his musk lined paw that he had been using to stroke himself off and then up to his nose. Reaching down for his large sac the red eyed beast gripped first his left testicle and squeezed bringing a bite of pain to the pleasure of having the terrier's lips around his shaft and then rubbed over his right nut. It wasn't going to take him long to spill his seed as he had been pent up for three weeks straight and Mikey was ready to blow but he wasn't ready to give up his fun. Dragging the sore terrier's muzzle from around his cock the seven foot canine dropped him onto his tail making the smaller dog yelp and then fall back while coughing up a fit. Smirking and reaching for him Mikey flipped the terrier over again onto his stomach.
Terrance wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to his shitty apartment, to his roach infested kitchen and curl up on his broken down mattress. He did not want the canine behind him to take his legs and spread them open as if making a wish and he definitely did not want him to put the tip of his god of an erection onto his puckered tailhole. And by everything that was merciful he did not want the beast to start to press inside.
Mikey grunted and huffed as he steadied his saliva dripping cock tip and then start a forward march of his hips. The terrier screams were loud and clear as he was taken and the yelps that followed were almost musical to the other dog. Mikey knew he would never be able to fill the smaller canine without killing him but there was a ways he could go before that point. The tight muscles inside of the former thief spread easily around his length opening the terrier up so that more of the lycan's cock could forge in deeper into his insides. The first five inches moved in easily but the next four were tougher. The smaller dog's body wasn't built to fit such a dick and as he was opened, his insides splitting like butter from a hot knife, and his organs pushed aside Terrance wondered would he ever be able to walk again. The terrier could feel nothing as his mind began to shut down; not the heavy grip of the crimson eyed dog's paws on his ankles holding him open enough to move his own body between the crevice he had created, nor the weight of his shaft sinking up into his belly on up in between his ribs almost. There was nothing in Terrance's mind except the incredulous thoughts of how he would be able to live after this since his tailhole was going to be nothing more than a one way tunnel for the rest of his life. Terrance was glad when he passed out. The darkness was a welcome to his tortured mind.
Mikey grunted he felt his prey's body give up and go still. He knew he hadn't killed the other so that meant that the smaller dog must have passed out. Seeing that he didn't have to care about the comfort of the other, not that he cared if he had been conscious, Mikey lowered the terrier's ankles and then grabbed his extended waist. Pulling back as far as he could with his cock still inside of the other Mikey grunted and stayed still before thrusting forward.
The resounding howl spilt the night woke a few of the neighbors and disturbed car alarms for about a rough quarter mile. They were so loud and horrendous that children climbed into the beds of their parents and curled up while older furs got out bats and nine irons to defend themselves. Meanwhile Alex rolled over and patted the area for his pet before drifting back to sleep.
Mikey sawed his cock through the smaller dog who had woken up and howled out as if he were dying, which he just might have been. The large shaft of the lycan speared him open, forced his guts to expand, drove up into his stomach spilling pre before withdrawing making everything collapse in on itself causing Terrance to whimper and groan in a jarring fit of painful pleasure. His own cock was rock hard and shooting pre against his belly while the crimson eyed monster did as he pleased and if he had been in his right mind the terrier would be disgusted with himself, but as he was all he could do was cry out as the dog took his body for its own twisted pleasure. The feel of the smaller canine's body was like a tight glove of flesh squeezing his lycan shaft with an indescribable pressure as he drove his hips forward into the terrier. There was little that could match the feelings of being inside of another's body and held deep before slowly, achingly so pulling out and feeling that body forced to give up its hold. Even though Mikey couldn't get all of his two feet of hybrid cock into the other it still felt good enough to him.
Terrance didn't know how he could survive that brutal punishment as he was taken again and again by the other male. He had never had something so huge inside of his body let along in the other end before. As it ripped though his guts expanding them the little dog could see the outline of the monster's dick inside of his chest almost past his abs. Breathing was getting harder and the faint taste of the other seemed to coat his throat and tongue. Swallowing what little he could manage Terrance tried to focus on the minuscule amount of pleasure his prostate was receiving as it was raked over. The nerve endings were spilt and firing messages for his own cock grow harder and draw nearer to his climax. How ironic that the terrier would get what he was looking for tonight, just in a way that should have been impossible to begin with. The howling echoes from his throat were only matched by Mikey's when the wolf-dog gripped his massive meat and hammered it at the same pace that he was taking the dog.
In another thirty minutes Mikey had had enough fun with the smaller dog and backtracked his cock from out of the crater that was his prey's insides before. Taking his bloated cock into his broad paws the lycan rapidly stroked over its full length and howled to the moon above as he gripped his bulb of a knot at the base of his shaft and fired an immense load of seed over Terrance who had fallen back unconscious after his own traitorous cock spilled cum over his belly. Mikey's orgasm lasted for a solid three minutes as his testicles let loose their pent up contents saturating the smaller dog in cream until he was pure white and dripping with cum. The crimson eyed dog looked down while panting heavily and sniffed the air grunting in dominant satisfaction as he scented his mark over the other. Shaking himself and looking to the sky the grey and black colored canine saw that he had spent too much time outside and his master's would be missing him soon, if he already hadn't woken up alone. Getting up the mix breed began his walk home before his ear twisted around and he looked to his catch who was moaning and writhing into the grass with his tail barely able to lift up from all the weight of his cum holding it down. Ideas formed in his mind about how to dispose of the smaller, seed stained canine before a slow smile split Mikey's dark muzzle.
When Alex woke up it was to the feel of his faithful pet's weight on top of his body and a smile on his own lips.
"Went out last night did you Mikey?" The young wolf asked to his sleepy four-legger who yawned and licked his own muzzle before licking his master's nose.
With a quiet grumble of mirth in his throat the naked wolf scratched his head and then back of his pooch's ear before smiling down at him. The two shared a sleepy look before Alex turned to look at the side of his alarm clock to see that it was three minutes until eight and time to get up. Stretching out as much as he could the young wolf shuffled his canine's body from off of his legs and then groggily got himself out of bed. Walking out of his room and down the stairs, with his companion ever faithfully besides him, Alex went downstairs to make breakfast for himself and his canine who trailed behind him with a pair of shorts in his muzzle.
Remembering that he still had to get the morning paper Alex made a side track to the front door to go and get the morning edition. As the fifteen year old wolf opened his front door something dripped onto his nose making him instinctually lick his snout.
"What the heck?" Alex looked up to see a small trail of liquid dripping from the edge of the roof. Back up to get a better view of whatever it was Alex gasped and opened his muzzle wide enough to fit a watermelon in between his as he looked to see something so mind-boggling it couldn't have been real.
Lying on his roof was the takeout guy he had met from yesterday on his stomach with his sneakers on, tail tied up against the front of his snout, tailhole open with a soggy newspaper stuffed in his ass cheeks with a bunch of condoms scattered around him with something sticky and off white dripping from his body.
"How in the hell?!?!?!" Alex shouted drawing his neighbors from their homes to look to see what the matter was and then began to shout, point, and gasp in horror.
Meanwhile, a dark smile formed on Mikey's muzzle that was totally missed.