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The mare gasped as her head broke the surface and shook long light-brown hair free from her eyes, her heart still pounding after the extended dive. "Walt? I got him!" She coughed out a little of the salt water before she could swallow, and struck out for the shore line until her hooves could touch the sandy floor. In a few seconds, she was kneeling naked in the sand, about to tear apart the outer shell of a battered lobster eagerly, her mouth watering.

Our first solid meal in days. Where is that wolf?

"Walt?!" She called out to the small self-made bungalow of palm leaves and stumps in the near-distance. "You going to sleep all day?! Wake up!" A black wolf's footpaw stuck out of the makeshift door and splayed its toes. The brown mare sighed and went back to her catch, but each time she tried to get at the shell, painful claws threatened to snap her fingers.

"Gwen, honey, wake up. You need to cold-cock the thing first." A droopy-eyed Walt approached her, yawned, and stretched on his toes, then watched in amusement as the mare tried to grab the frantic crustacean by the tail, earning an angry snap for her troubles. "Would you like me to get a rock, m'lady?"

She gave her a look that would kill. "Would you, Mr. Turner?"

He chuckled and jogged into the surf, picking out a paw-sized, round rock, and carried it back to her. "Hold it still." He waited for the mare to grab the tail again, and slammed the rock down flat on the lobster's head. It immediately stopped scuttling, and Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

He smiled and knelt beside the mare, slipping an arm around her waist. "Where did you find this little guy?"

She smiled as she tore back the outer shell, and started picking at the sweet, salty meat. "Well, if you'd come diving with me, I could have showed you." Her eyes wandered to his nude form and she blushed. "Maybe next time you'll join me?"

He grinned and rubbed his muzzle across her ear, a gesture that always made her feel warm. They'd spent ten days alone on the island, and as far as she could tell, no one would be coming for them any time soon. The atoll was nothing more than a few square miles of sand, palm trees, and rocks atop a scenic coral reef that surrounded the island. Google Earth would probably see the whole place as an infinitesimal light brown speck surrounded by breathtaking blue.

Gwen held still while the wolf gently bathed her cheek with his tongue, getting her fur damp with his scent. "Mmm...someone woke up playful..." She turned her large, long muzzle to his so they could kiss. "Don't forget the signal fire. And now we have something decent to cook!"

"Oh, that. I'm on it. I just needed to wake up." He jumped to his feet, and Gwen was drawn instantly to his thick canine sex as it dangled and swung between his legs. Even flaccid, he was bigger than most males she had had who were already erect. There was the immediate temptation to stop him, lay her hand on him, and close her fingers around the enormous length of flesh until it came to full arousal in her hand.

She thought back about how they'd met, on a romantic cruise ship for singles. There had been a Saturday night Valentine's Day Swim at the pool, and swimsuits were optional. Gwen had been thrilled with the idea of skinny-dipping under the full moon, and with her height at six feet, and busty, felt sure to attract someone.

And then she saw Walt Turner, who looked at first uncomfortable with the idea of taking off his board shorts to join the others in the pool. "Hi..." she had giggled, breast-stroking up to him and holding on to the edge. "You're not shy, are you?"

The wolf had looked at the mare kindly and shook his head. "It's not that, I just...I didn't want people to stare, I guess."

The mare splashed him. "Come on, let's see the goodies..."

So he had showed them.

And Gwen had stared and couldn't stop staring. The six-foot-four black wolf turned heads immediately. It was at least seven inches from balls to tip, and the flesh was limp, hanging between his legs like a thick, short snake. A couple of girls in the pool, Gwen had thought, were probably already sizing him up for when he was in full arousal, and buried deep inside of their mouths or mounds.

As it turned out, Walt settled on Gwen Holloway. The wolf had swam with her a few hours, and she delighted in every moment they spent touching one another, whether a casual brush while swimming, or a playful, tight hug underwater in the deep end. As she'd dared hope, the wolf easily reached fourteen inches and nearly four inches thick when in full arousal, and she couldn't keep her hands away from it. She'd wanted to have sex with him that very minute.

And then the alarm had sounded, and suddenly she and scores of others were screaming, trying to swim for their lives as the ship went down. Walt had grabbed her and dove with her deep. Instead of fighting the suction of the current, and exhausting themselves swimming, the wolf had instead submerged them nearly sixty feet underwater, diving away from the stricken vessel as it sank into the depths. Only then could they swim up again, and witness the carnage around them.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to the think about all the dead and dying floating on the surface, or worse, those still trapped in the wreckage of the cruise ship far below, left to drown. Walt had reacted quickly and had saved her life.

She watched the tall, dark-haired wolf pad several yards to a pile of palm tree trunks and shards of bamboo nestled in a make-shift fire-pit, and hunker down in the sand to rub wood together. He was incredibly handsome, built, powerful, tall, long, flowing black hair, the stuff of fantasies a girl might have while tanning in the sunlight, or curled up in a hot bubble-bath. As he tended the fire and fanned the spreading flames, she saw a flash of light around him, temporarily bathing him in brilliant sunlight, and she saw the fleeting image of a candle flame run through her mind. She shook her head and the vision vanished, once again replaced with the ultra-sexy wolf padding back towards her.

"All set, m'lady," he smiled and tipped an imaginary hat gallantly to her.

Gwen giggled and got up from the sand to do a proper courtesy. "M'lord." Then his arms were around her, kissing her passionately, the way she loved being kissed the most. The kisses became deeper, and the heat settled bone-deep within her as her lust rose. "Mmm...want to go for a before-breakfast swim?" Her green eyes shined into his beautiful blues.

He laughed and shook his head. "Could you try again after I wake up a bit more...oh...or not..."

The mare teasingly rubbed his privates, and his erection came bobbling up, defying gravity. He chuckled, watching the lovely mare take his length in both hands and massage him. "Honestly, Gwen, didn't you get enough this morning? Didn't give me a chance to wake up..." But he was already caressing her in turn, laying a large paw on her breasts and slowly stroking them, until the pink nipples swelled ripe with arousal.

"Nnnnnnope." She giggled and kissed him again, and as she felt the hardness of him spreading her fingers apart, the mare squeezed him, eliciting a low moan. "Come on..." She walked away, leading him by his member towards the shore-line, as if he were her favorite pet. "Let's at least take a bath. You're all sandy and smoky."

Walt rolled his eyes but followed her. "Why do I get the feeling I'm a fly being led to the web..."

When they were out into waist-deep water, Gwen smiled and, still holding onto his arousal, kissed him again hungrily, working her large tongue into his mouth to play. In a few moments, she was wet enough between her legs, she thought she had already gushed. "You're so lucky I'm equine," she said breathlessly after another kiss, "So I can do this..."

She got down to her knees on the bottom, her head still above water, and angled his huge, thick length down until her long face could nuzzle it slowly a few times. Then she opened her mouth wide and took him, clamping her lips and then tongue around his sex, and trapped it to the roof of her mouth. Then, nickering softly, began to swallow his length, taking him deep down her throat, until she could feel her lips touching his balls.

Walt closed his eyes and brought his paws around the mare's cheeks, watching her with admiration and wonder as she gulped down his length, tightening her throat around his member with each swallow. "Oh...my...God...it's amazing how you take all of my cock...ohh..." He jerked suddenly against her, and Gwen felt the taste of his pre against her tongue.

She took one more hard suck off of his flesh and then pulled her mouth away, his member glistening with her saliva now. "Mmm..." She got to her hooves again and moaned, bringing a trembling leg up from the water to rub his hip. "In me now...please?" Her hand closed around his slick member again, rubbing it furiously back and forth to keep it hard.

But the wolf smiled and shook his head. "No...not yet. I think I'm going to make you wait just a little bit more." He chuckled as the mare gave him a pained look and kissed her again. "Get down again," he whispered against her ear and nuzzled.

Gwen looked up into his eyes and smiled warmly, sinking down in the water until her luscious breasts were pressed to his sex. "Like this, baby?" she whispered back, running her tongue over her lips insatiably. Walt's hardness tucked into her cleavage and she moaned, clamping both hands around the sides of her breasts to squeeze them inwards, surrounding the wolf's shaft, and holding still while he thrust his hips slowly back and forth. "Oh, God yes, fuck my tits..." she moaned, looking up at him, and bent her muzzle down to lick at the base of his flesh as it slid slowly across her breasts. "Ohhh, more baby..." She then pushed her breasts up, so she could lick at the underside of the wolf's thick tip, dabbing her tongue over the ever-increasing pre-cum.

She could feel him jerking hard, a sign that he was about to climax, and quickly wrapped her hand around his length again as she stood up, kissing him deeply and moving him out into the water more. "No...not yet...come on..." she was breathless now, her heart pounding. As they moved out into much deeper water, and she could no longer feel the bottom, she submerged, pushed off the sand and then shot straight up and into his arms, instantly slamming down on his hot shaft and feeling it suddenly fill her depths. "Oh!!!" she cried out in sudden pain, and then pleasure as she was effectively impaled on him, and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly to cling. "Oh, fuck, fuck..." She closed her eyes tightly, almost crying, "Fuck..."

Walt grabbed around her waist, moaning himself, and taking a deep breath, suddenly pitched forward, pinning Gwen underwater on the shallow bottom, while he started to thrust into her eagerly, banging into her hot sex, feeling her slick walls clamp around his shaft with each thrust. His paws moved down to grab her ass, and he pushed her forward, taking her balls-deep now.

Gwen let out a bubbly cry as his flesh went into her deepest depths, nudging into her cervix over and over, and came uncontrollably around his member, letting out all her air in several bursts as she had one orgasm after another. Walt, feeling the heavy burst of her juices against his flesh, never stopped. Nearing the limits of his breath-holding, the wolf eased his body back up from the water, panting, and kissed her hard as he allowed her to come down from her high, still deeply impaled upon him.

When she had gotten her breath and her senses back, she moaned, rolling her eyes back. "Ohhhh...sweetie, oh Walt...you are sooo good for me..." Her legs kicked slowly around his waist, and her hooves clamped against his ass. "Did...did you finish, baby?"

She knew he hadn't. She looked into his eyes and another burst of sunlight enveloped them, warm and inviting. She closed her eyes and shook her head, suddenly seeing the candle flame in her mind, but when she opened her eyes again the light was gone. "W-Walt..."

"Hey, wake up there...you drifted off." Walt was laughing softly, kissing her in the surf. "You came up, took a breath then just sort of dozed."

Gwen giggled, caressing his cheek lovingly. "Guess I did...you, it's your fault. You made me cum so hard I blacked out."

"MY fault?!" Walt feigned shock, which cracked her up more.

She was about to ask him about the light, and the strange flame in her mind, but then the wolf was roughly pushing her off his sex, and arranging her in the water until she was floating with her back against him. "Oooh, what you going to do to me now, you naughty-" Then she was underwater, pushed to her hands and knees on the bottom. She whimpered, looking over her shoulder, and then closed her eyes tightly as she felt the wolf's warm, thick shaft nestling again - this time right into her tail-hole.

An explosion of bubbles came from her as she felt Walt's length sliding in deep, stretching her hole out, until she could barely hold him, so filled with his flesh. She held her breath, waiting patiently for Walt to find his rhythm, and when he did she was ready, tilting her hips and rearing back and forth on her haunches, adding to the thrusting.

Bubbles began streaming from them both as they fought to hold air in their lungs. Gwen quickly flexed her ass and tightened her tail-hole even more around the wolf's member, staying still until she felt the swelling ball of flesh that was his knot stretching her anal walls even more. With a loud cry of pain, she shook her head back and forth, fighting to breathe now.

Walt felt the mare's ass getting tighter around his sex and cried out in pleasure as it finally became too much for him to hold back. He quickly grabbed around Gwen's breasts, squeezing them tightly, as he emptied into her ass with at least ten hard squirts of cum, nearly filling her. Gwen felt his release and moaned, wiggling her ass quickly back and forth, and then when she could take no more air deprivation, shook free of his paws, trying to get her head to the surface to breathe.

Walt let go one more hard gush of cum into her ass, and his knot mercifully shrunk enough for him to pull free, and the two of them clawed up until they could break the surface, gasping and coughing. "Ohh..." Gwen coughed in his arms, trying to steady her breathing. "Oh, God...fuck, baby...baby, warn me...when...you're going to keep me...down that long..."

Walt snickered and held her tightly. "Sorry, I guess I got caught up in the fun. Come on...let's go have that lobster. Now I'm starving..." He picked her up into his arms and carried her from the water, nuzzling and kissing her softly, and telling her how much he loved her.

After their meal, they snuggled in the sand, watching the waves quietly. The sun hung low in the sky, and for a moment, it looked like a single flame.

"You think we'll ever get off here, Walt?" Gwen sighed, draping his arm until it was around her breasts.

"Maybe..." came the reply, "Maybe we just need to wake up..."

"I'm sorry?" Gwen turned her head to look at him. "Wake up? What do you mean?"

She thought about the light again. "Walt...have you seen a candle flame at all? I mean, in your head?...Walt?"

The wolf was fast asleep against her. She giggled and curled her legs up against him, kissing his cheek. "Wake up, silly...wake up..."

**

"She's starting to come out of it." The doctor sighed as he looked down at the light brown mare in the bed, wrapped up in blankets, with tubes running in and around her body, then at the worried older mare couple. "Gwen's had severe trauma from the shock of the water for some time now. We've got her stable but we induced a coma just so that her body could heal from the fall. She broke a lot of bones. Frankly, she's lucky she's alive."

The female mare wiped her eyes and nodded. "Thank goodness someone saw her leaning too far over the railing and fall from the ship. They might never have found her."

"Well, when they brought her back on board, she was unconscious but her vitals were fine." The doctor went on to explain. "I think she just went out cold the minute she hit the water. Which may have saved her life too. She didn't drown." The tall, black wolf gestured to a softly-glowing candle on a stand by the bed. "I've been waving this in front of her eyes to try and help. You'd be surprised what a candle flame can trigger. For now, there's nothing much else we can do but keep her stable. But my prognosis is she's going to be just fine. She's healing nicely, and I've seen her eyes blink a few times. It's like she's just in a trance right now."

The father looked at Gwen and smiled. "So you think she'll wake up soon, doctor?"

The wolf grinned. "I'm sure of it."

Once the relieved couple left, the doctor smiled, went back to Gwen's bedside and sat down beside her, stroking her arm. "So, your parents think you're going to be just fine, honey. We just need you to wake up now, okay?"

"Dr. Walt Turner, you're needed at the front desk. Dr. Walt Turner, front desk, please."

The wolf sighed up at the intercom and got up, bending down to kiss Gwen's muzzle softly. "I'll be back in a little while, m'lady."

He tipped an imaginary hat gallantly to the still form and left the room.

END