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The sign said twisty road ahead. Mary 'Red' Wilson grinned, that was what she was here for. The first curve came up towards the right, and she shifted her weight into it, letting her grip on the throttle push the handlebar over. The bike leaned obligingly, and she tipped her head to keep it level, looking through the curve. A little too gentle; she barely used half the width of her lane. When the road hooked left, she twisted on the throttle and leaned harder, the bike diving towards the center line. The road threw several more turns at her and she flicked the bike through them. Her pulse quickened and a grin spread across her short, white muzzle. There was nothing quite like that feeling.

A sign grew on the right: Last Fuel Before Mountain. A reminder of what she'd read, that nobody wanted to bother shipping fuel up the mountain, so all roads approaching it had "last stop" stations. The station approached, and she eased the bike over. It could probably have taken her up and down on what she had, but she hardly wanted to run out of fuel partway down.

It was early yet, the air crisp and cold, the sort that made you feel clean when you breathed it. The sun was only just up, thankfully at her back. She'd wanted to get this climb in before too many tourists clogged the road and made it boring and slow. The route up the mountain only took an hour, if nobody was in the way. Besides, it meant she could get in a full day of hiking in before the sun went down.

The station had a half dozen pumps, which suggested it saw quite a few cars when things were busy. As it was, they were not. The only other vehicle there was another bike, parked next to a pump. She pulled up behind it. It was some beefy dual-sport affair in black and dark grey. It made her think of what her bike would look like if it grew up. She couldn't help but admire it.

She parked the bike and pulled off her helmet, sucking in a lungful of the cool air and luxuriating in the way it chilled her from the inside out. She shivered -- she loved a good chill, and being a sheep, she had to work for them. She swung a leg over her bike and and strapped her helmet to the pack covering the rear seat. She needed a short break before the mountain, anyway. She looked up and found the other bike's rider approaching her. She smiled and gave him a wave.

The rider was a tall, broad-chested wolf, with steel grey fur that disappeared into a black leather jacket and armored jeans. Lots of folks were tall from her five-foot, two-inch frame, but he was objectively tall. Maybe six and a half feet. The rest of him seemed to scale. When he reached his bike, it looked almost as small as hers.

He grinned. "Hey there. Nice bike."

She grinned back and patted the tank fondly. She was proud of her bike, with its black and red paint job and small size. It matched her perfectly. "Thanks! Yours, too. Is that a Triumph?"

His grin broadened and he gave the tank a fond pat, then brushed his bare paw over the logo on the side. "Sure is. Tiger 800 XRx. Just got her broken in."

"Oh yeah? Been riding long?"

The wolf turned to face her, licking his muzzle slowly as he regarded her. "Nearly twenty years. Had a bike before I had a car."

Red shifted under his gaze. It felt a little more than casual, and she wasn't sure her matching red-and-black riding gear was the cause. She looked away to pull off her gloves and tuck them under her helmet, buying time to recover her composure. "Cool! I started about a year ago. This is my first bike." She ran her hand over the angled S logo on the tank. "A GW250 Zed."

He chuckled. "Nice. Going up the mountain?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Mmhmm! You?"

"Of course." His tail swayed behind him, and she could see he'd invested in an armored wrap for that, too. "My name's Ben Johnson, but most folk just call me Big Ben." He extended a paw.

She took it, and he gave a firm, but gentle squeeze. He had the sort of grip that spoke of power coupled with the confidence not to show it off. His grey-furred grip swallowed her own off-white hand, with its short wool and blunt, dark nails. "Mary Wilson. Folks call me 'Red.'"

Ben grinned widely, showing just a bit of teeth. "I can see why."

She tried to hide a shiver by rolling her shoulders. "Well, I should get fueled up and take a quick walk around. Long ride ahead."

Ben nodded and let her hand go. "Sure is. There's an overlook pull-off about three quarters of the way up, if you need a break, but nothing else. You stop anywhere else, you might get brushed off the mountain, and that'd be a damned shame."

She coughed softly and turned her attention to the gas cap on her bike. "Ah, yeah. Thanks. Good riding."

"You, too." The wolf swung his leg over the bike and settled easily onto the saddle, suspension bouncing under the sudden load. Red watched as he flicked his ears back and pulled his helmet on. Dual ridges running along the top suggested he'd splurged on those helmets that let your ears ride naturally. She was envious; hers was decent, but she had to keep her ears tucked back. She'd fix that with her next one.

She kept up a surreptitious watch on the wolf as she fueled the bike. A sheep couldn't be too careful around predators: they didn't tend to eat talkers, but her instincts didn't let her forget it could happen. She didn't mind watching him, either, as the leather and denim hugged his frame well, and the armor pads bulked him out in the right places to look like a smart rider. Not that he seemed to need much help.

She started when the gas cut off. She'd hoped to sneak in a bit more, but it wasn't going to happen now. The wolf's bike turned over with a warm rumble, and she grinned as he pulled it out of the station and onto the road. She'd sure like to ride that. The bike, that was.

Red shook her head and and put away the pump, then headed into the store. She'd need to keep a clear head on the road.

---

The ride up had been exhilarating -- chock full of hairpins, half of which had threatened to throw her off the mountain, a few straight bits here and there to open up the throttle, even the odd relatively gentle curve when the road was following the contours, the sort where she could get a rhythm going. Red had loved it from a technical perspective, and the views had made it glorious aesthetically, especially so since the trees were well into their colors.

She'd had so much fun that she was practically bubbling over when she pulled up to the parking area by the inn that she'd immediately changed out of her gear and grabbed her hiking kit. Overpants came off to reveal comfortable cargo shorts that left as much of her lightly-wooled legs free as possible while keeping her modest. She shucked her jacket, replacing it over her tank top with a red, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Wool and walking should keep her plenty warm. She'd packed her riding gear away in her saddlebags and overnight bag, slung her day pack over her shoulders, and headed off for the trails.

That enthusiasm meant that it was just past five o'clock when she approached the inn for the first time. The sun was setting slowly, casting its last golden light over the inn where it sat on the ridgeline, a last golden beacon of shelter before the night. The parking lot lay below it, already in shadow and cooling rapidly under the clear November sky. The inn couldn't have been cheap to heat, but it did offer commanding views of the surrounding valleys, and lit by the sunset, it seemed like the coziest place in the world.

The parking lot said she wasn't the only person to think so; there was no small number of cars in the lot. The price she paid, she supposed, for coming up on a Saturday morning. At least her bike was where she'd left it, tucked in a corner of the lot that looked reasonably sheltered from the wind. Last thing she wanted was her bike to blow over and crack a cylinder head. She shrugged and grabbed her overnight bag from the bike, then unhooked her saddlebags. No sense in leaving everything outside overnight to freeze.

Red stepped into the small lobby of the inn. It was well-lit and warm, and just about everything that could be was wood-paneled. It was almost painfully rustic, but it fit the mountain well enough. Her ears twitched as she caught the low din from a dining room nearby, and her stomach reminded her with a growl that she'd not eaten anything but trail bars since breakfast. A sign declared the small desk in the lobby to be Registration and Guest Check-In. A middle-aged doe sat on a stool behind it, looking comfortable in a flannel shirt. A small nameplate announced that either she or the desk was named Carrol.

The doe gave Red an apologetic look, and her heart sank. She trudged up to the desk anyway and tried to look hopeful, even as she asked, "There aren't any rooms left, are there?"

The doe shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. We booked the last room almost two hours ago. Did you just get here?"

Red shook her own head. "No. Got so excited when I got to the top, I went straight out hiking."

The doe smiled. "Well, I can appreciate that. I'm Carrol by the way. I'm glad you've enjoyed the mountain."

Red nodded. "Thank you. Call me Red. So...any trail cabins up here, then?"

Carrol managed to look even more apologetic. "I'm afraid not. Nearest camp site is about five miles out on the trail, and you don't want to try for that at this hour. Folks miss it in the daylight all the time." She leaned forward over the desk, dropping her voice. "Look, you're the first person I've seen walk in for almost two hours, and all my reservations are here. I'm going to shut down the front for the night. It's not much, but if you want, I can let you stay in the common room there. It has a fireplace, and it tends to shut down around midnight, if not before. There's a bathroom next to it, and at least you'll be warm."

Red smiled, and her shoulders sagged with relief. "Thanks. That'll be just fine. I have a small sleeping bag in here, I should be plenty warm. Thank you very much. Um... How much?"

Carrol shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Hardly a proper room. Just get some dinner and we'll call it even."

Red grinned. "Thank you again. Dinner was my next question. I'm famished."

"Leave your bags behind the desk here and I'll show you to the dining room."

---

As she expected, the dining room was full. All the tables were occupied, so Carrol ushered her to a seat at the bar, then waved to the bartender and left. The bartender was a middle-aged buck with a decent set of antlers, and the ring on his finger and nearly-matching flannel shirt left Red suspecting he and Carrol ran the inn as a couple.

He came over. "Name's John. Haven't seen any new faces in a while. You just get here?"

Red shook her head. "This morning. Went straight out on the trails."

"Ah." He handed her a menu. "Well, kitchen's open, so we got anything here. Not sure what you'll do about rooms, though. Carrol tells me we're all booked up."

Red shifted a bit on her stool. "Ahh, she figured something out."

He raised an eyebrow. "Aye, did she? Well, good enough for me. She always did like the odd stray."

She considered the menu for a few minutes, then ordered a vegetable stew with black bread and a pint of stout. John eyed her speculatively and insisted on ID. She was in her early twenties, so she couldn't really blame him.

Her order placed, she looked around the room again. Tables were mostly couples, up to enjoy a romantic night on the mountain, or families, clearly enjoying day hikes. Some were older folks who had the weathered look of people who might have through-hiked from somewhere else and were enjoying the chance to stay indoors and catch a shower and a hot meal.

The bar was lightly populated, mostly by through hikers and...Ben? The big wolf was tucked into the corner of the bar, his back to the wall and a pint in his hand. He had a lazy sort of look to him now, but his ears twitched from time to time in a way that suggested he was keeping full track of the room. The nearest several seats were notably empty, and the hikers at the bar were clustered near the middle. Ben seemed amused by this.

The big wolf shot her a grin when he caught her looking at him and gestured to the seat next to him. She pondered for a moment, then waved at the bartender and pointed down to the end of the bar.

John shot her a look that seemed to say, "Are you sure?" She nodded, tilting her head to suggest that she couldn't believe it was a serious question. The buck just shrugged in response and nodded, then drew the pint she'd ordered and set it in front of the stool next to Ben.

Red grinned and hopped off her stool, staggering as her legs reminded her she'd spent the day on a bike, and then hiking. She steadied herself after a moment, then walked, albeit stiffly, to take the stool next to Ben. "Hey again."

Ben grinned. "Good to see you again. Red, right?"

She nodded. "Mmhm!" She gestured to him. "Big Ben, ya?"

He chuckled. "Indeed. But you could probably get away with Ben. Nobody doubts I'm big."

She coughed lightly, then caught herself. "I'm sure."

Red looked up at him and noted he'd shed his riding gear. He wore a blue collared shirt, chest fur showing through the top few buttons. Without his riding jacket's bulk, she could see he was quite a well-built wolf. He changed to more casual pair of jeans that hugged his hips and the tops of his thighs, then hung looser past his knees. She looked back up to find him giving her a similar inspection. When he licked his muzzle, she shivered a little. It was a long, pink tongue, and it curled over his dark grey fur, the movement showing just a hint of his impressive array of teeth.

The clunk of a pair of bowls being set down next to them jerked her back to the present. "Oh! Thanks!"

Ben chuckled and nodded to John, then tucked into his stew.

She noted light-colored chunks in it. "Is that chicken?"

He grinned. "Of course. They don't serve a lot of red meat up here. Can't say's I blame them."

Red choked briefly around her mouthful of vegetable stew. "No, I guess not."

The big wolf chuckled again, then gestured at her with an elbow. "You go for a hike?"

She took a sip of her pint and nodded. "Mmm, yeah. First thing when I got up here."

"Nice day for it. Did a bit of that myself."

She looked at him, then gestured to encompass the nice clothes covering his ample frame. "Mmm, not in that, I hope?"

He laughed. "No! I got a room when I got here, so I took a shower after my hike and put on something more comfortable."

He looked comfortable indeed. She gave a wry smile. "Yeah, I kinda screwed up on that. Just got back, and now there are no rooms left."

"You're not riding back tonight, I hope. That's a bad ride in the dark, particularly if you're tired."

She shook her head. "No, thankfully. Carrol is letting me crash in the common room. I have a bedroll and can freshen up in the bathroom. It'll be fine for the one night, anyway."

Ben rumbled his approval. "Mm. That's nice of her."

They finished their stew over bike chatter, swapping stories of near misses and Ben's occasional wreck. She hadn't crashed yet, but she was pretty sure that'd come up eventually. The dining room started to thin out, most patrons seeming to prefer an early night.

John stopped in front of them, giving them both a glance. "Last call, folks. We're closing up shop soon."

Ben looked at her, and she nodded. "I think we're done."

The buck took their glasses. He returned a minute later with their checks.

Red reached for hers, but Ben clapped a paw over top of her hand. "I'll get it."

She stared at his paw and blinked. It was quite large and completely engulfed her hand. His pads were a little rough, catching at the wool on the back of her hand, but very warm. She blinked again, then looked up. "Ahh, thanks!"

Ben ducked his muzzle in a nod as he deftly plucked the bill out from under her hand. He passed his card and both bills across the bar to John. The big wolf considered her quietly, and she tried not to stare too obviously at the way his shoulders filled out his shirt, or how the way that he sat facing her let her speculate that quite a lot of him seemed to live up to the name "Big Ben."

John returned with the bill and gave them another meaningful glance. Ben just nodded, scribbled on the receipt, and pushed it back to the buck. Red was quiet. John shrugged and walked off, apparently resigned about whatever he was trying to communicate, but wouldn't say.

"So... Thanks again. I really appreciate it."

"Of course. Happy to cut a cute fellow rider a break, especially after she missed out on a proper bed." He slipped smoothly off his stool and stood, then leaned over, a paw cupping her hip. Blunt clawtips pressed into her back and ribs through her shirt as he gave her a light, but firm, squeeze. He lowered his muzzle to whisper in her ear. "Come to 105, little sheep, and I'll see you sleep much better than on the floor."

Red shivered again and her ears flushed, showing pink through the light cover of wool. The wolf strode off without waiting for a response, and her gaze followed him. From behind, his jeans showed off a well-shaped rump, the sort she hated to see get farther away, but loved to watch move. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and sagged, gripping her thighs for support. A small, primitive sheep in the back of her head was bleating its head off about danger, but the warmth in her belly and between her thighs reminded her that a long ride and a long hike demanded the sort of relief she wouldn't get from her bedroll. Room 105 probably had a very nice shower.

---

Red stood in the hall outside 105 for several minutes, shifting her bags uncomfortably on her shoulder as she wrestled with herself. Screaming Sheep was rather convincing, and played off the quiver of fear whenever she remembered the wolf's claws on her side and his warm breath in her ear. Estrus Ewe, on the other hand, was quite confident the Big Bad Wolf had a Big, Broad Tongue to go with all those teeth, and a Bigger, Badder Dick hiding in those jeans. Estrus Ewe won in the end. It wouldn't be the first time, and Screaming Sheep sullenly hoped that it wouldn't be the last.

She knocked quietly. There was a short delay, and she half hoped he'd already gone to bed. Screaming Sheep perked up, ready to triumphantly guide her back to the safety of the common room, but then the door opened. Ben stood behind it, not quite looming down from above the edge of the door, but close. He seemed to have lost his shirt in the last ten minutes. She couldn't help but notice its absence flattered him. His steely fur flowed over his form, hiding the definition of his muscles, except in the way his coat shifted when he moved.

"Well, hello there, little sheep." He grinned down at her, his long tongue lolling out from between his front canines, while his open muzzle displayed an ample collection of sharp teeth.

Red smiled up at him. "Uh, hi." She shrugged the shoulder with her bags and gestured with her helmet. "Is there somewhere I can put these?"

The wolf stepped aside quietly, holding the door open well above her head. She stepped in, her bags forcing her to press up against him, and her nose brushed through the fur of his chest. She felt a small shudder as the scent of wolf filled her muzzle, along with a hint of mint, presumably from that shower he'd mentioned earlier.

She looked around the room. It wasn't terribly large. Wood paneled walls, as she'd expected for how hard the inn tried for rustic. A dark green, plush carpet covered the floor. An ample bed filled one corner, and the extra space made room for a plush chair and a small side table next to it. The table held an empty old-fashioned glass, a bottle of whisky, and an eReader. She raised an eyebrow; he certainly seemed a well-prepared wolf. Another corner held a pile of gear, and there she set her own stuff.

The door clicked closed, and she jerked upright, swallowing a quiet bleat. Ben leaned against the doorframe. His grin had widened, spreading up his muzzle and showing off more teeth. "Nervous, little sheep?"

She smoothed her sides and straightened visibly. "A bit."

He stalked over to her, closing the distance in a pair of steps. She backed up until she bumped into the bed, and he followed, undeterred. One lupine paw grasped her rump, cupping the entirety of one cheek and almost covering the span of her shorts. It squeezed firmly, and she felt the tips of his claws again. His other paw cupped her cheek, lifting her muzzle as he dipped his own and swept his tongue smoothly across her lips. It was as long and warm and broad and soft as she'd imagined.

He pressed her close to him, and she felt his bulge pressing into her belly, right where the tension of her excitement was growing. Her arms slipped up his back, hands sliding through his fur, finding those muscles under his pelt she'd seen hints of earlier.

She gasped into his muzzle. "Oh! Fuck me!"

His voice rumbled in his chest. "That's the idea."

Red felt herself clench reflexively, and she shuddered. One hand slid up his back to his shoulder, then slowly stroked down his arm, tracing the muscles there until she reached the paw cupping her cheek. She nuzzled softly into it. "Oh, Mister Wolf. What big paws you have."

A low chuckle. "The better to hold you with, my dear. Now, let's get you out of those clothes." His paw slipped up her back, pushing under her loose shirt to find the knit tank top she wore. Red wasn't an especially endowed ewe, so she didn't have anything on underneath it, and when the pad of Ben's thumb swept over her nipple, she moaned quietly and pressed into his grip.

He chuckled. "Now that's what I like to hear." His paw left her cheek, and then both big paws brushed up her sides, pushing her tank top up. She lifted her arms obligingly, and he slid her shirts off over her arms, leaving her as topless as he was, her soft, close-cut wool leaving nothing hidden on her frame. He tossed the shirts into the pile of gear and settled his paws on her hips.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, the other reaching up to cup one of his broad, triangular ears, rubbing along the soft-furred edge. "Oh, Mister Wolf, what big ears you have."

He squeezed her hips, clawtips pressing into her rump. She bleated softly, then let slip another moan. "The better to hear you with, my dear," he rumbled in response. The wolf eased down to his knees, his muzzle resting naturally around her belly. He tipped his muzzle up and extended that long tongue to sweep the tip of it over her nipples, her pink flesh quite pert and quite sensitive under the assault.

Red moaned again and squeezed at his ears. "And, oohh, what a big tongue you have!"

Ben laughed at this, then buried his muzzle in her lower belly, snuffling through her wool as his paws undid her belt and the fly of her shorts. The wolf growled warmly, his fangs grazing over the soft flesh of her belly as he casually hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them off with her shorts, leaving her completely naked before him. "The better to eat you with, my dear."

He put deed to word and hunched down, stuffing his long muzzle between her thighs, which were still trapped close together by her shorts around her ankles. His cool nose wormed up along her inner thighs until it bumped her sex, and then she felt the sweep of that long, silky tongue across her entrance. She gripped his ears tightly and arched her back as she moaned, all the tension of the day's riding and hiking and teasing flooding her loins, her wetness coating his tongue from the first lick.

Red rolled her hips, grinding her crotch against his muzzle as that tongue swept over her again. The warm, soft flesh pressed between her wooled outer lips to brush along her inner lips, her sensitive flesh hot and eager and thoroughly soaked. She wobbled as she stepped out of her panties, gripping his ears for support as she settled into a wider stance. He made good use of the room to work and tucked his muzzle in tighter, lapping his tongue in broad sweeps across her sex, only pausing that rhythm to curl the tip in a short flick across her clit that made her bleat softly.

Ben grabbed the back of her thighs and surged upwards, pressing his muzzle into her crotch as he boosted her suddenly onto the bed. She gripped at his ears, holding on for dear life as he moved. His muzzle ground hard against her sex in a way a small part of her knew would feel painful if she weren't so aroused. Screaming Sheep bleated in terror in her head, but then she hit the bed, legs flying up, and Ben thrust that long, lupine tongue up inside her. Her legs draped over his shoulders, and she rubbed his ears and ground her hips into his muzzle as Estrus Ewe moaned her approval through her.

Her walls clenched around that delightfully-invasive tongue, gripping hotly as it thrust and wriggled inside her. His lips and nose caressed her clit, brushing over the sensitive bud of flesh as his muzzle moved and her hips ground to him. The tension in her loins grew and blossomed as the wolf pushed his tongue inside her. She bleated a protest when that long muscle slipped slowly from her, walls gripping at it as though to try and hold him inside.

That tongue swept across her lips again and fluttered across her clit. She gasped and gripped his ears tightly, tugging at them like handles. When he curled the tip of it around her clit and squeezed, she finally lost it. The tension that had built exploded, firing through her nerves, and she tipped her head back into the pillow to bury the moans.

He held her there, tongue squeezing rhythmically, his paws holding her rump up off the bed, until she finally sagged back down. She panted softly, basking in the glow of that release, her body feeling warm and cool and amazing all at once. His tongue disappeared from between her thighs, and she lost track of the big wolf as she lay there.

The bed sagged, and she looked up to find Ben's broad-chested form above her. The fur of his muzzle was damp, and his tongue lolled out. She shuddered as she admired the length of what had just been inside her. "Goodness..." She glanced down, following the lean form of his chest and the hint of a paunch to where his red erection hung between his legs. The shaft glistened in the light, its pointed tip already aimed at her sex. She took a moment to admire it, as long as some of the rams she'd had, but so much thicker. "Oh, Mister Wolf! What a big cock you have!"

The wolf lapped over her muzzle. She licked her lips after and tasted herself. She shivered a little at that. "The better to fuck you with, my dear." He lowered his muzzle with a growl and nipped at her throat. She moaned loudly at that, and almost missed when he reached back with one paw and guided his tip to press at her entrance. He rolled his hips slowly, teasing her for just a moment, then pressed forward smoothly. The movement drove that ample length into her, and she cried out sharply. If she'd not been so aroused, it would have hurt. As it was, she felt an aching fullness as her walls gripped at him, barely able to squeeze him at all. He ground his hips against hers, clearly savoring the way her pussy clutched at his cock.

She gripped at the sheets, bunching them between the blunt nails of her hands. He drew back slowly, dragging the hot, slick length of his cock through her walls until he nearly slipped from her entrance. She felt almost painfully empty when he paused there, and his expression as she looked up at him told her that he knew exactly what he was doing. She reached up to him, grasping at his back, working her fingers into his thick fur for leverage as she tried to pull herself onto his length. He teased her by pulling back further, then relented and thrust in again, faster this time. She bleated sharply as he hilted himself within her, rocking her on the bed.

"Ohhh, fuck me!"

The wolf only responded with a chuckle as he drew back and thrust into her again and again, taking his time. She shuddered under him, gripping herself close to his body as he moved, her nails digging into his back. Soon, she felt a bulge pressing at her entrance when he pushed in, and when he hilted himself, she could tell he was growing thicker near the base. Her ears flicked back at the lewd, loud squelch as he drew back and the bulb slipped from her. Realization dawned on her, and she groaned at the thought of that knot, even thicker than he was already.

Ben, for his part, just growled deeply and lowered his muzzle to bite at her throat. His jaws closed carefully, sharp teeth pressing at her tender flesh, sending a cool thrill through her that mingled with the growing warmth spreading from her loins again. He thrust slower now, grinding firmly to be sure she took his knot. The bulb of his flesh grew larger, requiring more grinding to slip it past her lips, and more tugging to draw it back.

He gave a final, hard thrust, and his knot plowed through her stretched entrance. She jerked at the sudden invasion of that hot flesh and clenched down around it, her sex locking tight around the unnatural bulb of invading lupine flesh. When he tugged back, her body jerked under him, hips moving with his, her walls' hold on his cock unrelenting. His teeth tugged at her throat with the sudden movement, and she pinned herself to his body, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms pulling her up against his chest.

The wolf jerked his hips sharply, bucking into her. His knot tugged at her inner walls, even wider than his shaft had been and spreading her deliciously. His whole body tensed suddenly, and he released her throat to bury his muzzle in the bed next to her ear, muffling the groan as he came inside her. His shaft jerked within her well-used walls, and she felt the surging heat as he spilled hot seed inside her, hips bucking rhythmically. Red shuddered, pushed over the edge again by the jerking of his knot within her. She pressed her muzzle into his neck fluff and moaned, gripping him tightly as her climax crashed through her.

His movements slowed at last, then stilled, and she shuddered once more as his knot stopped pulling at her. She let her arms slip from his back and sagged back onto the bed, panting softly. "Oh gods..."

Ben was quiet for a time, and she could feel his length throbbing inside her, seed still rushing from his deeply-buried point. She rubbed at his ears fondly, petting over the pointed triangles.

At length he lifted his muzzle and lapped at her lips again. He still tasted of pussy. "Mm, I do enjoy a good lamb in the evening." He shifted his weight, knot still tied deeply and tugging at her as he rolled onto his side, then his back.

She draped herself carefully atop him, straddling his hips, her white, woolen pelt contrasting sharply with his fur. When she glanced back, she could see in the bathroom mirror where his crotch met hers, the base of his hot, red cock disappearing into her sex. She sagged against his chest and nuzzled lightly at his throat. "Fuuuck. I'm going to be so sore in the morning."

He patted the back of her head lazily with a big paw, leaving it resting there. "That's what happens after a hard ride, little sheep. If you didn't know that by now, well, you do now."

Red squirmed under his heavy paw and settled her muzzle against his chest. "I should get more rides like this."

Ben chuckled warmly, rubbing one of her ears between thumb and forefinger. His free paw rested casually on her ass, kneading it slowly. "Mmm. I'll get you a card in the morning. You need a big bad wolf to give you a ride, just call."

Red mumbled something unintelligible as she drifted off to sleep. Her grandmother had warned her about wolves, but this sure beat sleeping on the floor.