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Project Wolfen: Chapter One

(Don't read this if you're not allowed to or you think it may disturb you. This is a sexually explicit story, and it is not, nor is it intended to be, appropriate for children. You may only read this story if you are legally allowed to by whatever laws apply to your jurisdiction, and only if you're not offended by sexually-explicit material. If you chose to continue to read after this, then I can't accept any responsibility for your actions.

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This story is set at the early days of the Cold War. It should help if you imagine the characters speaking in a Russian accent.

2016 Update: I found this one hiding somewhere in the binary depths of the cloud... reading it brings back memories! In fact, this piece was birthed from my first-ever cybersex experience. Anyway, I will not be finishing the series, but I will post everything I have got. I sincerely you hope one of my first-ever attempts at creative writing. Let me know what you think!)

The office was small, and fairly cozy. It was not warm--however, the fifty degree climate that it offered was certainly preferable to the sub-zero winds that roared outside, across the barren tundra for miles...

"This is very interesting..."

The General looked through the folder, smiling to himself occasionally, frowning to himself often.

"Very interesting..." he muttered to himself, and then looked at the lower-ranking officer with just the hint of a smile on his face.

"You have done well, comrade. Yet... we still cannot teach them the greatness of the Soviet way of life?"

The younger officer shook his head curtly and spoke without a hint of emotion in his cool blue eyes.

"No. Their minds do not seem to be able to grasp the intricacies of politics... all they seem to understand is the importance of loyalty to one's pack, and the leader of that pack. They see each another as the pack, and though their first loyalty is to the one we have selected to be their alpha... they know that, in the end, his loyalty is to us, and so, theirs is as well."

"Excellent, excellent. So there is no possibility of betrayal?"

"None whatsoever. We have given them many assignments that, even I shall admit, are... ridiculous. But they've always followed our orders to the letter."

"...And how can we be sure that we hold the loyalty of their alpha?"

Now, it was the younger officer's turn to smile.

"Because, comrade General... that is his specialty.."

"Ah, so my predecessor spoke the truth... about this..." the General flitted through the thick, yellowed folder for a moment, "Matvei Tolstoy. ...An impressive record. Impressive..."

"Indeed, comrade General. Just last week, he gave the technician, Sergei Gorbachev, double calisthenics for suggesting that other... lesser... countries have technologies that we do not yet use."

The General's lips twitched into a smile again, and he removed his coat, then hat to relax fully--standing perfectly erect, continuing to look through the folders that contained information on, perhaps, the prototype to the Soviet Union's greatest weapon yet.

"And the record of the physician is as... nearly perfect as that of the technician. Anastasia Chanyakov... she once mentioned that she wished that Soviet medicine was stronger... that she could save the lives of her comrades more easily."

"The thought of inadequacy is the first step to treason, comrade General. This is a lesson that our young comrade Matvei taught her with a broom handle," the lieutenant said, his voice as cool and flat as those hard, blue eyes.

"Indeed..." said the General, though his harsh expression became even harder, as he lifted up the last folder.

"Combat specialist... Alexei Kralik. Impressive... over seven feet tall, and he is, as the rest of them, only seventeen years old. But this..." the older man picked up a certain report, and slammed it down onto a desk, "this... it is not acceptable. What sort of combat specialist takes in a pathetic cat?"

The compound had been built, from the ground up, for a single purpose--to birthe--no, to... create... then, raise, then train, the Soviet Union's finest soldiers.

But these soldiers were not human--at least, not completely. Though human mothers bore them, and humans had nursed, fed, and grown them, they were not human.

This project, like many so-called Soviet ingenuities, was not totally original. Back in the days of World War II, when the Red Army had liberated dozens upon dozens of Nazi concentration and death camps, and medical "research" centers... one stood out.

Imagine the look on the liberating Soviets's faces as they broke down the gates of that hidden, isolated camp. As they discovered that the Nazis had abandoned it, as they discovered that one of their specimens had actually survived...

That soldier had taken the shivering, dying infant into his arms. It was months old, but it couldn't speak--it yipped once, then groaned, holding its savior's arm in its teeth as it slowly, finally passed on...

Like a good Soviet, he had reported his findings, and then, as ordered, forgotten about what he had seen.

But he never really had--and that's why, all those years later, he found himself replacing the aging leader of Project Wolfen.

"The fascists were undeserving of the medical marvel that is gene splicing. Such power should be the exclusive possession of the Soviet Union."

He glared at the lieutenant, who had had a good second or so to prepare his answer, while the General did some reminiscing.

"Please, General, sit down," the younger officer said, and, with clenched teeth and fists, the older man did.

The lieutenant relaxed at that, slightly. But he knew that he'd have to tread carefully...

"Sir... it is true that comrade Alexei cared about that kitten. But it would be hard for anyone to do otherwise. The animal had its front paw broken, and we got it up to look as pathetic as possible. Even for many of us, comrade General, who have known only loyalty towards the Soviet Union... it was hard to not care for it. And in the end, when it became clear that the animal was going to die... he killed it himself, and claimed that it had died of natural causes to Anastasia, and Sergei... he didn't dare mention it to Matvei."

The older human's expression only hardened more.

"That may be true. But to hold a funeral? To be visibly distraught for weeks afterwards? And even now, files suggest that he has not recovered from it yet--and today is the day I have been sent to test our weapon," the General suddenly stood, and donned his coat, then hat.

"I will see you later, comrade Lieutenant... call the Wolven to assemble. It is dawn, now--I want them ready to receive orders by noon. And make no mistake, Lieutenant..." the General paused, just before walking out the door, "these Wolven are our trump card in this unspoken war... this project cannot fail."

The seven plus foot tall Wolfen worked the action of his modified Mosin-Nagant one last time. Muscle rippled until his dark, charcoal gray fur as his gaze stared, unflinchingly, at the man-sized target a hundred yards away. His gray tee-shirt was neatly tucked into his fitted camouflage pants, that were tightly belted around his muscled, powerful waist. Black boots completed the look of a hard-core soldier, which happened to be just what this one was.

He continued to stare, almost glare, at the thin sheet of paper, as if tensing himself, preparing himself--

Then, quicker than blinking, he raised the rifle to his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

The Mosin-Nagant is a powerful weapon by any standard. But the recoil produced by the detonation of the 7.62x51mm round didn't seem to move the rifle at all in this... being's... powerful, clawed grip.

Even from where he stood, the Wolfen could see a single, smoking hole through the precise center of his target's head.

Working emotionlessly, not even smiling at his work, he pulled the bolt of the Nagant back again, and left it open as he respectfully laid it on the range table.

"You should meet your comrades, Alexei, comrade..." said the trainer that stood behind him, yawning, filing his nails.

The Wolfen tilted his head to the side as he looked at the human. He knew that this particular man, whose name he wasn't allowed to know was only there because of protocol--Alexei was completely capable of using any weapon he'd encountered without injuring himself. But he wondered--was the trainer there for his protection? Or did his superiors, for some reason, believe that Alexei would ever threaten them?

The man chuckled... he'd worked around the Wolven for years now, but their strange combination of both animal and human behavior always surprised him.

"Today is the day that you will, at last, go on a real mission. Not a practice one, in this frigid tundra, comrade... no. I do not know where it will be... but you will use real ammunition, and today, the enemy will be returning the favor..."

The human's eyes changed at that, and he stood, walking over to the much, much taller being. The man looked up, and placed a hand on that muscled, furred shoulder. It was incredible to believe that Alexei wasn't even, by legal, and social standards, an adult.

"I have trained you for some years now, comrade. One might even say that I had a significant hand in raising you. I have taught you to fight; sometimes, the hard way," the Soviet man shrugged, glancing away for a moment.

"I have taught you to shoot. I have even taught you to shoot human-shaped bits of paper. But, young comrade Alexei... do you really believe that you can find it within yourself to kill a man? Will your soul survive that?" he asked.

The Wolfen was, by now, visibly uncomfortable. In his years here, among his pack, he'd always felt.. alone. Different. Maybe it was because he'd been forced to study harder to understand things that seemed to come to others more easily, or maybe it was because double calisthenics were, for him, standard.

"Comrade Trainer..." he said, in his deep, growl of a voice, "I will do as ordered..." he said emptily; that was the canned answer he always gave when he wasn't sure what to say--Alexei was not stupid; however, due to his detached nature, and the way he answered questions as simply as possible... all of the trainers thought that he was.

Except for this one.

"...I hope you will, comrade. However... would you really do anything you are ordered to?"

The Wolfen tilted his head, and spoke again.

"Of course, without hesitation."

The man chuckled, and looked away again..

"Then... if ordered, would you take that rifle, and shoot me through the head? For a crime as small as telling you that my name is M--"

Suddenly, the human fell away, a single red hole in his skull. Blood and brain leaked onto the floor, and just for the briefest instant, the Wolfen could be seen struggling to plaster apathy onto his face, even as he watched the man he'd worked with for years die.

"Rules are made to be followed," said the higher-ranking officer, who'd entered the range just in the nick of time to prevent such a horrible crime from being committed.

"That's enough work for today, comrade Alexei. Go and see your packmates," the male said emotionlessly, unscrewing the suppressor from his pistol as he nudged the trainer's body with a toe.

"Yes, comrade, sir!" the Wolfen quickly snapped off a salute before he marched out of the room, at a rate imperceptibly shakier than he might have.

"Rules are made to be followed."

"But we have broken rules before. Comrade Matvei acquired that video, he said it was allowed... but not to tell anyone. He, Sergei and I watched it... it was called pornography, I think. Not allowed... but we did it anyway."

"And that's ignoring the way I took care of Afanasi."

The Wolfen's breathing and heartrate quickened for just a second, before he forced himself to calm down.

"It is not my fault that... that had to happen. He was dying, slowly... he was in pain. I had to, it was necessary."

Still, Alexei felt that he could have, should have done something. He'd told his packmates, aside from his alpha, that he'd only taken it for a few hours... that it had died of natural causes. But that wasn't true.

"If I told Anastasia, she could have helped him. But I did not... because it was against the rules."

He suddenly shook his head, and walked erect, cool gray eyes calm as he strode down the too-clean hallway. Now wasn't the time for reflection--his packmates would be waking up, soon, and today, the day that their training would finally be put to the test.. he needed to be there for them.

"They are, after all, my packmates. My loyalty is to them," he thought, and that seemed right; at least, kind of.

Because Alexei had never really felt like he was truly one of them. Certainly, he was their packmate, and they did trust him. However, he didn't feel equal to them, or that he was their friend.

Or that they loved him.

Out of all the Wolfen, it had always seemed like Alexei was the weakest. Of course, in his specialty of combat, he excelled, and could easily defeat any of his comrades, or often all of them at once, in direct engagement. However... it had come with a price.

He was over seven feet tall, while Matvei, the second tallest, was hardly six. Sergei was about five foot ten, and Anastasia was only five foot six, almost a full two feet shorter than Alexei. And that's because his chosen strength was one that wasn't achieved merely by physical training twice as hard as that of his comrades, every day, nor by an appetite that could only be described as monstrous... it was a hard-won ability that had been injected into him, ingested by him.

Alexei had been the subject of many experimental drugs; thankfully, all of which turned out to be successful His packmates had also seen their share of artificial enhancement, though nowhere near as much as he had. That's why this Wolfen was different.

He was dark gray and hairless--the others were a softer shade of silver and gray, that was less implicitly intimidating than his tough, thick fur. His bones were denser, his teeth and claws were sharper... but it came at a high cost.

Alexei spent many, many days in his cubhood, if that's what it could be called, in the medical wing of the facility. Healing, being researched, recovering from a drug, or being prepared to use another one... and that's not all.

The Wolfen wasn't stupid. He could do arithmetic, recite facts about Soviet history, and other simple tasks as well as any normal seventeen year old might. But in comparison to the geniuses that his packmates were; their skills were less narrow than his single-minded obsession with using every weapon he found masterfully.

And it made him hurt, sometimes. Sometimes, in class, he'd find himself scribbling away, then pause, and look up... to find that everyone was waiting on him, to finish. Other times, he'd be called aside and questioned as to why he did so poorly on some assessment... then beaten.

And so, out of all of his pack, Alexei had the reputation for being the most humble, most submissive Wolfen. Often, he flinched if a Trainer merely approached him, and more than once, he'd expressed a severe lack of self-confidence.

Which was strange: when push came to shove, there was absolutely no question as to who might win a fight. But even so, Alexei thought of himself as the weakest of the pack.

Sergei was in the pack's common room, in other words, where they all slept. It was a fairly simple room, with four bunks and not much else. Each Wolfen had an area that had become, over their years, theirs in practice if not in fact. For Alexei, it was the training area. For Matvei, it was the library, where he read up on volume after volume of great Soviet successes. For Anastasia it was a quiet room in the medical bay (she was allowed more privacy than her packmates, being that she was female) and for Sergei, it was the engine room.

The technician was awake, unlike his alpha and the female of the pack. He yawned once, and looked around to see that Alexei was, as he often was, gone. But Sergei didn't worry--the weapons specialist had a bit of a reputation as a lone Wolfen, so to speak.

"Hey... Matvei... wake up, comrade," he murmured to his alpha.

The cunning, silverish wolf opened his eyes, and looked around the room himself before speaking.

"Where is Alexei? He knows that we need to assemble soon to receive our first mission."

"I don't know, comrade. But he's probably training... he said to me, once, that he likes to greet the day with work," Sergei stretched, his motions causing Anastasia to stir a little.

"Indeed..." said the alpha with the briefest of grins before he swung his legs over the side of the bunk, and shook the female by her shoulder, roughly.

"Get up, comrade, we must be ready to assemble very soon."

"You could have given me five more minutes... we have two hours, comrade," the physician complained, but then quickly got to her feet at the steely, serious look that her alpha gave her.

She shivered once--he'd been looking at her strangely for the past few months now, and it made her... not worried, but concerned, at least. She'd looked through all of their medical files, being the medical expert of the pack, after all, and knew that the males were completely healthy in production of testosterone--it made them more aggressive, and, in the case of Matvei, made them willing to assert their dominance, when necessary.

The side effect was that, of course, he as the alpha felt the desire to take on a mate--and he saw her as a viable candidate. It worried her, but not greatly so. Anastasia knew that his loyalty was to the humans first, to the pack second... so, as long as she held the favor of the humans, he wouldn't harm her at their orders.

So she stretched herself, silver underbelly visible under her shirt for a moment as her grayish arms reached up, causing Matvei to look at her, hungrily..

Then Anastasia pulled her shirt down with her paws, nicely rounded breasts not lost in the slightly loose garment. She whimpered once, realizing that her body wasn't going to help her today... she was in heat.

The Wolfeness stood, and made as if to speak some excuse and leave, but the sudden entrance of her taller comrade calmed her down. She couldn't understand why, but for some reason, whenever Alexei was around, she felt safer, less prone to injury. Maybe it was his height, maybe it was his muscle, maybe it was his deadliness with whatever weapon his paws found, his willingness to unleash any number of bullets or blows onto a threat to their small family... or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, she felt no further compulsion to leave.

"Greetings, comrades..." the combat expert said, bowing his head, looking at the ground submissively, raising his eyes to look at Matvei meekly, "I apologize for not being, present, comrade. I was just traini--"

Alexei was cut off by a harsh slap to his face. The Wolfen barely felt it, his bones had been toughened by who knew how many drugs, as well as a lifetime of hardship. It stung, however; the feeling behind the action caused him to yip as he continued to look down at his feet.

"Next time, ask me first, little Alexei," Matvei growled ominously, before turning on his heels.

The dark Wolfen put a muscled paw to his face, and continued to look at the ground before mumbling, "So sorry, comrade," very softly.

The alpha stopped, facing away from the combat expert, the technician and the doctor; the latter two seemed to give their taller brother looks of sympathy for a moment until Matvei turned again.

"Nevertheless, Alexei's goal was sound. We need all the training we can get, comrades... so! Sergei, you will accompany me for unarmed combat practice in area seven," Matvei intentionally selected Alexei's favorite arena, though the combat expert made no sign of discontent.

"And you, Anastasia," he gave the doctor a condescending look that froze her, and forced her vision to her feet, "your weapons skills are poor. So you will fight comrade Alexei in area six... rubber rounds only. And Alexei, comrade," the alpha gave the weapons specialist a baleful glare, "if she isn't good enough... beat her."

Matvei then stormed out of the room in a brisk, businesslike manner, leaving his three packmates in the room alone.

"...I'll see you guys later," Sergei sighed after a moment, "train hard, and remember, today is the big day. Good luck, comrades!" the technician gave a brief grin before dashing to catch up with Matvei.

There was a brief moment in which Alexei's eyes met Anastasia's, before the former looked away, nervously. She tilted her head at him, curiously--did he expect her to berate, or strike him, like their alpha so harshly had?

"We should get going, comrade," the dark Wolfen said, and suddenly strode past his packmate to open the door, and wait for her to follow.

"Yes!" she said, walking after him almost instantly.

They walked side by side, though separated by a few feet and a lifetime of differences. It was strange--they'd never really been alone together, and while Anastasia was a fairly social Wolfeness, Alexei had a reputation for being "too quiet for his own good", as a trainer had once put it.

After a few minutes of awkward, uncomfortable silence, Anastasia spoke.

"Alexei, comrade... please do not beat me unnecessarily. I promise that I will do my best, and in return, I ask that you not harm me... it won't do to appear in front of the new General bruised," she said, knowing that her performance on the battlefield was, at best, average.

"I am not going to beat you," the male said simply, after a moment, "I know that you always do what you can... and that your specialty is different from mine. It is pointless for me to compare your prowess to mine in this area."

Alexei abruptly shut up after that. Anastasia looked at his strangely--she'd never heard him say so many words at once. It was true that they slept in the same room, ate together, and had lived with each another since birth... but that didn't mean that she knew him, at all.

The rest of the walk to area six was quiet, but even more awkward. Once or twice, the Wolfeness caught herself wondering what had made Alexei so different from the rest of them. Besides the obvious physical differences, he had a thoroughly different personality than the rest of them--the others often conversed among themselves, but he'd always stayed out of that; only speaking when necessary or when spoken to.

When they finally reached area six, much to Anastasia's relief, Alexei held the door open for her, and allowed her to enter first.

They'd read books, and even watched a few movies... so the Wolven knew that it was generally considered polite to hold a door open for a female. Could it be that Alexei, the loner, wanted to be friends... with her?

It was a fairly large room, with a built-in gym, swimming pool, even a rope course. But the main attraction was the maze of drywall and doors. Designed to mimic American building structure, it had any number of entry and exit points... and that was ignoring the distant possibility of scaling one of the twenty feet-tall walls.

She watched him stride over to the weapons rack, and take up some arms and two helmets.

"To give you an advantage," said the dark Wolfen, "I will only use a pistol. You will have this..."

Alexei then handed Anastasia a brand-new Kalashnikov assault rifle. The weapon hadn't yet been fielded, but things were looking very promising. The weapons expert had had the pleasure of being among the first to fire the AK-47, though in secret, and he'd been amazed at the volume of fire it could deliver at medium range. It wasn't as accurate as his beloved Nagant, but it was far superior at closer ranges than the SKS which was currently the Soviet weapon of choice.

The Wolfeness looked at the deadly rifle in her paws, confused. It was different from any weapon she'd ever used before, but she felt sure that she could operate it efficiently. Anastasia then snatched the magazine that he tossed to her out of the air with a nod of thanks, and made sure that it was filled with only rubber rounds before she fitted it into the rifle, and chambered a round.

Alexei was looking... somewhere, blankly, as he automatically slapped a magazine into his Makarov PM, then cocked the slide back, the forwards. She tilted her head at him for a moment... he couldn't possibly still be thinking about his kitten, could he?

_"No, he's a weapons specialist... it's not in his character,"_she thought to herself, ignoring the fact that, despite everything, she knew very little about him.

"Make sure you wear this, also," Alexei's words yanked her head out of the clouds, and she carefully donned, then secured the helmet and mask that he handed to her.

She looked just in time to see the dark Wolfen click a securing strap into place, and gave his head a testing shake.

"Ready?" he asked, in his soft, low, growling voice.

Anastasia nodded, and snapped the safety off of her weapon with a claw, waiting for the male to start their training. She was prepared, or so she thought.

"Go!" he said, and dived into a nearby door.

The Wolfeness had raised her rifle and fired, but he'd managed to dodge each one of her bullets, and even snap off a shot of his own. She grimaced, and rubbed her knee for a moment, before the sound of his heavy, booted foots made her straighten, nervously, and shoulder the AK-47 again.

"If I stay here, he'll get me. I have to go after him... I can smell and hear as well as he," she thought, determining to take the combat expert down.

Meanwhile, Alexei suddenly froze as he heard the delicate sound of the lighter Wolfeness start to follow him into the "building".

"She's got a better weapon. If it comes to a face-to-face engagement, she may win."

Thinking rapidly, the male removed his boots, and tossed them into the air so that they landed on the far side of the structure--it would distract her for a moment, and give him enough time to pull off his shirt.

"Where is he..." Anastasia thought, assuming that owing to the male's larger size and heavier weight, he would make at least some noise as he walked through the area.

Deciding to track him by scent instead, the Wolfeness sniffed the air, nose twitching as she tilted her head slightly up, inky black hair spilling down the back of her shoulders.

Here eye widened, as she realized that he was only two rooms away, still, as if preparing to ambush her. A smile touched Anastasia's lips--he wasn't all that clever.

The Wolfeness moved quickly, not bothering to be extremely quiet anymore. He might think that he was the hunter, but she knew where he was.... and so, he'd be the hunted. As she moved, a plan formed in her head... yes, he really was the hunted.

Or so she thought.

As his shirt lay in a pile, Alexei was busy quietly moving around the path he'd calculated for the female to take. He growled softly to himself as he looked up at the wall that barred his path--the building set-up was changed after every time the Wolven used it, so as to always keep them on their toes.

Alexei's eyes narrowed, as he heard Anastasia near her destination. If he was late, he would lose his best chance to bring her down. So he holstered his Makarov, then leaped--

The Wolfen managed to grab the top of the wall, and, silently scrambled his way on top of it.

He wobbled unsteadily for a moment, but then held out his arms to steady himself. No smile flickered across his face, nor did his face tighten... he was only doing what he was told to, no more, no less.

Alexei started to hop from wall to wall, careful to make as little noise as possible. But it was hardly necessary; the female's concentration was solely on where she thought him to be. She'd forgotten the most important rule of combat: to maintain situational awareness.

Anastasia paused--the scent was coming from the next room. She leaned up against the wall, listening for movement, closely. If all of her hearing wasn't concentrated on the spot just feet from her, she would have noticed the sound of two padded paws dropping down to the ground, and the slick of a pistol being drawn.

The Wolfeness steeled herself, took in a deep breath, then exploded out of the doorway and sprayed her AK-47, determined to catch the combat expert with at least one shot. However, even as the heavy recoil of the rifle rattled her, she gasped--he was nowhere to be seen, there was just a light gray pile of cloth on the floor.

Too late, Anastasia realized what this meant, and struggled to turn--

But it was too late. The Wolfeness felt something hit the back of her head, hard, and she collapsed to the ground, knocked over by the kinetic energy of Alexei's single shot.

"You're out," the dark male said, approaching Anastasia calmly, holstering his pistol again and kneeling at her side, checking her for injuries.

The Wolfeness groaned, feeling embarrassed, and picked herself up off the floor, painfully. She wrapped her arms around herself for a moment, feeling forlorn, but suddenly stopped, and tilted her head at the way Alexei seemed to be looking off into the distance, though he was sitting right next to her.

His paws were bare, as well as his arms, and muscled torso. She looked down at him, wondering what could possibly be bothering him so much, and made a guess.

"Comrade... do not worry about the new General. Or the upcoming mission, whatever it is. You're strong," she said, and placed a gentle paw on his shoulder, eyes widening as she felt, for the first time in her life, just how strong he was.

"...Thank you, comrade," the male whispered, and stood to tower over her once again, so that her paws slid off his shoulder, down his chest.

He seemed not to notice, but instead yawned once, his large, sharp teeth bared. Anastasia stretched a bit, to ease the tension in her body that had gathered due to her fall, and spoke.

"You woke up early today, to train, no?"

Alexei nodded, looking down at her blankly, unnerving the Wolfeness a bit.

"Perhaps we should take a short nap... I did not sleep well last night, I was nervous..."

The male Wolfen nodded once, then unbuckled the holster from his belt, removing his helmet as well. Anastasia did the same with her weapon and helmet, and the two Wolven placed the articles at the entrace of the building as they made their way out.

"It would be best to rest here, in area six... that way, comrade Matvei will not find out, and we will still be prepared when we are needed..." Alexei said softly.

Anastasia nodded, but said, "I don't know about you, comrade, but for me, it is difficult to sleep without at least a blanket... your fur is thicker."

She reached out to stroke his arm and noted just how thick and fluffy his charcoal gray fur was, in comparison to the lighter silver and gray fur that covered her and the other two Wolven.

"That's alright," he said, unceremoniously dropping to the floor and curling into a tight ball, "you can stay with me..."

Alexei opened his longish form slightly, so that there was space in front of him.

The Wolfeness nodded once--it made sense. So, she snuggled herself into the gap in front of Alexei, her back almost against his torso. It was, indeed, much warmer to sleep with another Wolfen, especially the thick-furred Alexei, who wasn't even chilled without a shirt on. Anastasia was surprised at just how comfortable she was like this, as the opportunity to sleep alongside one of the males didn't present itself much.

"I suppose a benefit to this," she said softly, scooting closer so that her back was directly touching the male's fluffy torso, "is that we will not oversleep."

She then smiled slightly, closing her eyes to enjoy the male's body, heat, hearing the guttural sound of assent in his throat.

Alexei, on the other hand, wondered if he sounded like he was growling--more than once, his non-verbal cues had been taken as threats, probably due to his appearance and stature. But Anastasia didn't seem to do so, and the dark Wolfen relaxed.

"...It is much warmer with another Wolfen. Maybe if I ask Ana nicely, we can do this again?" he thought, before slowly falling asleep.

The Wolfeness snuggled against him in her less than conscious state, and sighed as she felt his dark, muscled arms slowly wrap themselves around her. To her, it was surprisingly comfortable, but for some reason, she couldn't quite allow herself to truly sleep.

"This isn't good... what if Comrade Matvei catches us? He'll be upset..."

"And yet.. I don't feel that that's so important. Alexei has always been the loner among us. And this is the first time I've ever seen him really relax. No, for his sake, I must stay."

After that, it was easier for her to drift off.

Eventually, the male's arms wrapped around Anastasia tighter, and pressed her right up against him. She didn't awake, however; she merely rubbed up against the much closer source of heat, and sighed in comfort.

However, Anastasia did wake up when she felt the male's hips rub up against her, and something in between his legs press against her rump...

Her eyes opened, slowly, but still, she didn't speak. Maybe she could pretend it didn't happen...

But no, there it was again. And this time, she felt Alexei's paws cross over her and reach down to her hips, pressing her lighter form against him. The Wolfeness spoke up--she had to.

"Alexei...comrade..." she said softly, testing to see if he was awake.

He wasn't, so she spoke a little louder.

"Alex!" she said sharply, and the male Wolfen's eyes shot open, and he released her immediately to squirm away, then stand at attention.

He said nothing, but the ashamed expression on his face told Anastasia all she needed to know. But for some reason, the Wolfeness couldn't bring herself to berate or hit him. He... comforted her, as much as she meant to comfort him. But it seemed that he'd only allowed her to sleep with him for her benefit.. that he didn't trust her to not hurt him if protocol demanded it, at all.

She looked up at him, and their eyes met. He quickly looked down, and braced himself for a slap that he'd been taught he deserved, a thousand times over.

"...Alexei... comrade... please, calm down," she said, and put a paw on his forearm, only to have him cringe horribly, whimpering in fear once; like she'd come up with some new means of chastising him.

"Please... I will not hurt you..." the Wolfeness said, not removing her paw from him.

The combat specialist eventually calmed down, slightly, but still looked pointedly at the ground, saying nothing. Anastasia bit her lip, unsure of what to say...

"I... what... your paws... I don't mind, but what were you doing? ...Be honest. I will not strike you," she promised, and the male's eyes flickered over to her once.

"...Apologies..." Alexei's deep voice said, sounding almost like the growl of a threat, "I... was aroused. ...It won't happen again, comrade," the Wolfen said.

Anastasia blushed at that, and swallowed nervously before trusting herself to speak.

"I arouse him?" she thought, mentally recalling that while she was slim and had a fairly well-rounded body... she could not be considered beautiful.

By human standards.

"There is no reason to apologize," she said without emotion, "It was largely my fault for sleeping like that. ...I am a physician, and well aware of my own physiology."

The Wolfeness stepped a little closer to Alexei, and placed her paws on his rock-hard abdomen, as if to comfort him.

"I have the needs of any mammal. I do not know why they made me a female," she remarked, looking up at him, trying to meet his eyes and succeeding, for a second, "I do not know. I am constantly faced with the struggle of balancing my feminine tendencies for peace and negotiation with the necessity of combat for our great country."

But the male Wolfen still looked like he felt guilty, and refused to talk. So Anastasia took things a step further, and wrapped her arms around him.

"It's only to comfort him."

"If it makes you feel better, comrade... I would not have stopped you."

"No! I shouldn't have said that," the female throught nervously and blushed, hiding her face in his thick fur.

Her goal, however, was accomplished, and Alexei calmed. She felt his larger, more muscled paws rub down her upper back, then cross around her.

"You... wouldn't?" he asked, and she had to nod, or have him become fearful and silent again.

"You, too, were aroused? ...Perhaps... as comrades... we could comfort each another," he said, as if choosing his words carefully.

"No... Alexei is too simple-minded to do that. He merely wants to calm his own physical desires, and understands that I have the same needs," she forced herself to think... but she had to admit, the way she felt with those sleek, dark arms around her was anything but comradely.

But the Wolfeness sighed, after almost freezing up for a second.

"I cannot... I can't. Matvei... he won't like it. And if I become pregnant, you will not have a doctor in the field."

She took in a deep breath, and felt a finger brush down her cheek.

"I am sorry, comrade. But sometimes... you have to do things that you don't like to. That you don't want to. But that you need to."

Those words certainly got a response out of Alexei. She felt him shiver, and press her smaller form against him. The male was recalling his cat... and the way the little animal looked up at his benefactor one last time with those large, emerald eyes... gave one soft, final mew... and then died.

Due to the claw wound across its neck.

Anastasia heard him suck in a long, rattling breath before he spoke... and she noticed that the way he held her was no longer sensual in any manner. More like he just wanted to be close to her.

"I know what you mean, comrade," the Wolfen said, and the physician looked up to meet his dark, hollow eyes, seeing, for the first time ever, softness in them, "about having to do things..."

Then, the Wolfeness was shocked... she'd seen the wetness in his eyes, but never expected to watch a lone tear drop from one and land on her cheek.

She gasped softly, and stopped him from turning away by placing a comforting paw on his cheek. The male Wolfen looked down at her, as if curious, as if asking her what she was doing. Anastasia's finger reached out, and gently wiped the wetness from his eye...

Her slim, yet almost sinewy arms wrapped around him tighter, and she nuzzled his chest.

For just a moment, Alexei managed to forget himself. His eyes closed, as he lost himself into the Wolfeness's passionate embrace, which he returned whole-heartedly. For him, all there was were her arms wrapping around him, and her soft paws latching in place behind him...

"How did you learn to do this?" he mumbled, reaching down to nose at the top of her head.

"I... don't know," Anastasia said, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts touched his chest, as she looked up at him, "I..."

She broke off, and continued to stare up at the male. He was so different from the Alexei she knew... that she thought she knew.

"It's true. Nobody knows him, really. Not even the trainers. Not even us, his closest comrades."

She swallowed, and felt her mouth dry as she eased closer to him, as if expecting something.

"I... didn't mean to make you cry. I just... my duty..."

Words no longer mattered. The dark Wolfen opened his eyes, and found that his face was just inches from Anastasia's... He felt her curved, soft bosom rest upon his own thick, muscled chest, and allowed himself to go along with the moment, involuntarily.

A small voice in Alexei told him no, told him that Matvei would hurt him. But a stronger voice in him said go, told him that he had to do this or forever be alone...

He reached down. She reached up.

Their lips met.

Anastasia let a breath out of her nose as the kiss continued. Then, its intensity increased as their arms wrapped around each another tighter still. The Wolfeness kissed him with all the strength she had, every pent up tension she held... and he accepted it all, and even gave her some hints of affection back.

Even as her body squirmed up against him, in fledgling seduction, she felt, in the back of her mind, that his main interest was in holding her close... in being close to her.

The Wolfeness gasped into his maw, and slowly drew away, though his arms didn't allow her to get too far. She reached up to hook her paws behind his neck, and covered his muzzle with a series of quick yet passionate pecks.

It was then that she realized that she'd nearly overwhelmed him, so much so that they were now in a chair with her on his lap, so that they were looking each another face to face, for once.

"We shouldn't," she said breathlessly, "...this is wrong..."

Then her quick pecks gave way to another deep kiss as he returned her affection.

"Cameras," she mumbled as they broke apart for a moment, even as she felt his powerful, muscled paws stroke her, "They'll see... we'll be punished..."

Then, Anastasia gave up speaking again to kiss him more, as her maw swiveled on top of his. She could feel the male calm even more, and felt that she was, to him, the only thing in the world at that moment. Matvei, the trainers, and even the country didn't matter... just her.

And for Alexei, it was true.

All that existed in his world was the Wolfeness... her soft, dark fur, her warm, sharp breaths, and the feeling of her lips on his. The Wolfen sighed, not caring if kissing was as far as they went, as long as he could be close to her.

"But the mission," she suddenly said, breaking off again, "It's... what we were born to do."

There was another kiss, before Anastasia realized that she was unconsciously grinding her pelvis up against him. Was she out of control? Was this only because she'd never been allowed to get close to any of her packmates, because she'd spent her life without any sort of sexual contact? Or was it... Alexei?

Was it an experiment? Just another test, to see how the Wolven would react in such a situation?

As their kissing continued, the female would find herself saying things like, "stop," or, "I have to leave."

And yet, she never gave the male any physical signal that she didn't want--_need_his affection. Slowly, however, her words ceased, and she feel into the sensation completely... and swore that in him, she tasted the same burning desire... to be loved?

In the end, it was Alexei who broke out of the kisses. Her eyes slowly opened to look into his, seeing the same flames that had ignited in hers.

"Comrade... Anastasia. If you do not want to go on... I will understand. I--" he broke off; after all, it wasn't her concern whether or not he'd be fine.

"...What you've given me just now... it's more than I could ever ask, hope, or dream for. More than I deserve."

"No," the Wolfeness wanted to tell him, "That's not true at all. Alexei... you may not be the best of us in the classroom, and you may not be the most social Wolfen... but you're always the one that stayed after to get more help. You're the one that always took every blow that others laid upon you without complaint. You're the one that always helped the rest of us when you could... and you don't say a word though we never, ever try to do a thing for you."

Anastasia felt a pang at that, and swallowed tearing her gaze away from those needy, soft eyes. She felt her paws being taken in his muscled, deadly, yet gentle appendages... and the blunt softness of his head rub up against them.

Now it was her eye that leaked a drop of wetness onto his lap.

"The right thing..." she said softly, fearing that if she spoke any louder, her words wouldn't leave her maw, "the right thing... is for us to respect the parameters... of our lives. It's... literally what we were born to do. To do the best thing for our comrades.. no matter what we lose as individuals. I'm... so sorry, forty-seven, she whispered, kissing his neck; not daring to lock lips with him again, "I'm sorry... but I have to go..."

Alexei's head hung as his eyes slowly shut. He made no motion to stop the light, comforting weight of the Wolfeness from leaving his lap, and allowed each tapping sound of her booted feet to punch right into his heart.

"I'll be in my private quarters if needed!" she called, in a voice that could only be called strangled.

Anastasia dashed down the halls and corridors of the training base, glancing to her side to look through tears at Matvei and Sergei... both were training hard, and she felt guilty--that's just what she should be doing just now, if only she were a little stronger.

"I am such a bad packmate... to excite poor Alexei like that before our first mission... to advance upon him... he only kissed me back, I was the one that started it," she thought with a sob as she flung herself into the thankfully empty med-bay, dashing into the room that had been set aside for her, then shutting the door... but not locking it.

Even in her guilt, her sadness, and her distress... Anastasia couldn't help but hope that he'd follow... and take the responsibility of whatever might follow out of her paws. She found that she'd taken refuge in an old, creaky wooden chair, and that her arms were wrapped around its back, as if begging it to hug her back... but it never would. The only one that could give the Wolfeness what she so desperately needed was Alexei...

She didn't even try to stop the flow of tears from dampening her uniform. Eventually, she got up from her chair, and swapped her uniform for a robe... and even she could smell the scent of her arousal.

"Alexei..."

After she had left, the combat expert's normally emotionless face... broke. It twisted into inexpressible sadness, and he held it in his paws for a long, long moment, wanted to just rip himself apart... anything to tear himself away from his pain, this pain that was so much more clearer now than ever.

"...She's right. ...The mission... it always comes first. I... she... us... we're not important..."

He stood, and took in a deep, shaky breath. His military posture returned, somewhat, and he made as if to leave in the opposite direction of his female packmate.

But something stopped him. He'd spent enough time with his packmates to form some bonds with them, though it was obvious that he was much, much less close to them than they were to each another. And yet he could swear that he could feel Anastasia's longing for him... or perhaps that was just his own heart calling out for her.

Alexei had never felt like he belonged. Not among his packmates, not among his trainers... nothing and no one, not since his pet had left him. But today... Anastasia had made him feel like he was a part of the world; an important person in the lives of others. Or at least the life of one other. It was a feeling completely foreign to him.. but now that he had tasted it, he needed it. More than he could say in words, he felt the overwhelming desire to feel loved, if only by one person, if only because he could offer her some physical comfort consume him...

He turned, his mind working furiously to justify what he was about to do to himself.

"...She was crying. She needed... not me. She needed the creature pleasure I can give her. And if I don't... her sadness and her desire will affect the mission. ...If I make her happy... then we can both complete the mission that much better."

The combat expert, the pragmatist, the loner, the dark Wolfen that was so antisocial, yet so desperately in need of affection from someone nodded. His duty was clear... and he would do his duty, no matter how much she thought it was against mission parameters. He would do his duty, unless she physically stopped him--he could never bring himself to hurt his beloved packmates, and that would be bad for the mission anyway...

Yes. There was a comrade in need, and his feelings had nothing to do with the fact that he could help her.

"I can help her. And so... I will..."

By now, the weapons specialist realized that his feet had carried him to Anastasia's de facto private quarters. He'd never been inside them before--he'd spent much of his life in the med-bay, yes, but he'd never set foot into an area that his packmates thought of as their own. Of course, this was a courtesy that wasn't extended to him.

He took a deep breath, and raised a fisted paw to her door. But then, he reconsidered--knocking from here, without making her look into his eyes, and upon his bare, muscled chest... that would cloud her judgement. She'd refuse him entry... and spend the entire mission beating herself up about it. No... he had to be a little more forceful.

So the Wolfen threw caution to the winds, and wrenched the door open. Without even looking inside, he slipped into the room, and closed the door, looking to make sure that it locked shut... and heard the gasp of his packmate behind him.

Anastasia quickly stood, professionally, and pulled her robe to cover her more completely, wrapping her arms partially around her waist in a guilty self-hug.

But incredibly, even as she blushed, looking down and to the side slightly... she could feel her emotions calm rather than fly out of control. Alexei was here...

"Number Forty-Seven," she said as emotionlessly as she could manage, not even addressing him by name, "what brings you here?"

The Wolfeness buried what confusion and doubt remained in her with the air of detached professionalism that befitted a real soldier--a real asset to the Soviet Union. Yet even she registered that Alexei had acted in this manner for years with little deviation... could it be that he was hiding his emotions as well?

The male turned, and she felt her body nearly seize up in his calm, meaningful gaze.

"Comrade..." he addressed her, in his calm, raspy, growl of a voice; the result of hard, intense, frequent training and the use of a thousand different drugs, "you need my help..." he said, taking a short, cautious step forward, as if afraid of being struck down, "please... let me assist you."

That last phrase came out in a different tone. It was as if he was begging her... and Anastasia's detached demeanor slipped.

She wouldn't acknowledge it, but her mind was building an elaborate school-girl fantasy around the situation. The Wolfeness realized she'd taken a step back, more by ingrained training than instinct. Her rump bumped into her bed before one foot moved slightly forward--she'd never be able to defeat Alexei in paw-to-paw combat. And yet... training had taught her that no matter what the odds were, she had to do her best. Even at the cost of her life.

"...What do I need help with, Forty-Seven? I don't understand..." those last words came out almost hypnotically--his dark eyes, like obsidian marbles against the dark charcoal of his fur bore into her, making her feel different, strange, breathless.

"I was just," her eyes widened as she caught the scent of her arousal again, and pressed her legs together to conceal it, "I was going to take a shower. Then rest some before the mission. ...Do you know anything that I don't?"

Anastasia was trying to revert to that cold professionalism that she had when Alexei first entered the room. But he saw through it, and seemed to look down at his feet, closing his eyes.

"Ana... don't underestimate me. My sense of smell is as acute as yours... and despite your efforts to the contrary, I can smell you. ...You know as well as I do, that you wish to have sexual intercourse with me."

He said intercourse for a very, very good reason. She obviously had no desire to have relations, even sexual ones, with him. Anastasia only needed a male... and Alexei happened to be the one closest to her in her time of need. It wasn't him... no, it wasn't him at all.

"I don't know why you picked me, over the others," his voice cracked slightly at that, and he swallowed.

"I may be big and strong... but trainers have told me, in passing, that much more is important in a relationship."

"But this won't be a relationship. It is purely physical," he thought sadly, before resigning himself, and determining to take what pleasure he could out of it, "so it stands to reason... that you want me merely for my body. Nothing else. Because that's all I am... a seven foot tall slab of muscle and training."

He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"You made me very happy in those few minutes... and now, comrade, I would like to do the same for you."

His eyes met hers, and both seemed to calm. But within seconds, Anastasia was breathing quicker than ever. She didn't know what to say--she was staring at him with a mix of marveling between the beauty of his words... and the total lack of emotion that he said them with.

Something about that touched her, and the Wolfeness felt a tear well up into her eye without understanding why. So he did have feelings... he just didn't know how to express them properly.

"...Alexei..." she said, a touch of emotion creeping its way into her suddenly soft voice, "Comrade... it's not up to me. If it were my decision, I--"

Anastasia paused, and forced herself to calm down. Her eyes closed tightly, as she thought long and hard about what might happen if she said yes... or if she said no.

The Wolfeness, much to Alexei's surprise, stepped forward, and rested her forehead against his chest. However, she stopped again, and spoke, taking his larger paw in hers.

"I... can't say yes."

Alexei felt the cold, bitterness of her denial flood over his system, threatening to extinguish the small, dimly burning candle that his life represented. He closed his eyes, allowing his head to hang in shame, and prepared to leave.

The weapons specialist was about to take the first step back into the life that he'd know for all these seventeen years now, the lonely path of solitude, when he felt a smaller, more feminine nose nudge his own.

"But... I won't say no. I cannot say yes, comrade... but I will not say no."

He opened his eyes, and their dark coolness met Anastasia's more welcoming orbs of green. Each seemed to lose his or herself into the depths of their packmate: Alexei was finally, _finally_tasting the forbidden fruit of companionship, even if it was just for physical pleasure. Meanwhile, Anastasia was beginning to see the depths in those sad, gray eyes.

"...I understand, comrade," the male whispered, clasping both of her paws in his own.

Shortly, however, one of his paws made its way to the back of her head. Gently, he used the powerful muscle in his arm to guide her forward, holding her to his chest for a moment. Anastasia gasped--he'd said that what was going to happen was only because she needed some physical relief. And yet... what was going on now only made her desires graver. And so the Wolfeness wondered what kind of relief Alexei was looking for...

Yet, she didn't move. She listened, and felt. Their two heats pulsing alongside one another. Their slightly shallowed breathing rolling in waves to mingle with each another in the atmosphere of the medical bay. And their souls...

She sighed, and found herself nuzzling his chest, rubbing at it with the smooth, bluntness of her head. But then, she stopped herself--if she allowed herself to have some sort of relationship with Alexei besides that of comradeship... she'd never forgive herself. As it was, they were doing something very, very wrong to physically relieve each another.

Anastasia shivered. What was he waiting for? If he wanted to force her into this, he could; she couldn't hope to successfully fight him off, or even alert anyone else. Soon, though, her nervousness gave way into a deeper understanding. Under this incredibly tough, dangerous, yet paradoxically humble and submissive exterior... was this seven foot tall male, this combat expert, this loner, this pet owner, affectionate?

The thought made her gasp, and she quickly shut off the academic part of her mind. If she allowed herself to comprehend the psychology of Alexei, the depth of his persona that she was only beginning to understand, she'd ruing the moment. The moment that, she had to remind herself, was only for physical relief.

"Alexei, comrade... you haven't done anything wrong," she said, because even now, the Wolfeness could feel shivers of cold panic run up and down the male's back, "everything you have done has been the right thing. I, on the other hand... am too cold and analytical. I think too much about biology, and not..."

For most intents and purposes, Anastasia's voice trailed off. And yet, Alexei, whose paws were occasionally stroking up and down her back, swore that he heard a single word.

"...emotions."

He felt her relatively fragile, small head rub up against the unyielding muscle and bone of his chest, then felt her soft, delicate lips press up against his.

This kiss was long, but it wasn't as their previous kisses had been. It was gentler, as if more precious, as if the slightest thing might break it. If either of the Wolven knew more than what their trainers had taught them, they'd have called it loving.

Anastasia felt a strong, muscled, yet gentle, and soft paw stroke against the luscious fur and fless of her cheek, and looked up into Alexei's eyes as their kiss broke.

"You're not cold...." he said, before their lips met again.

The combat expert's eyes closed. And so, he missed the tears that leaked out of the medical expert's. Alexei wasn't the only Wolfen who was insecure. Anastasia had always know that, while she was a genius in the field of medicine, she was easily the most physically weak Wolfen. And the prior events of the day had convinced her that she was also the most emotionally weak of the pack as well.

"Alexei... you're too good for me."

She suddenly wrapped her paws behind his neck, removing them from their place at his chest. She used them to pull him in, making their kiss deeper, more involved. And now, Alexei felt a wave of his female packmate's scent roll over him like a tsunami.

"Is this an experiment? Are there cameras here that I have not found? ...Do I even care anymore?"

The academic part of her mind was watching the emotional part become more and more at the mercy of whatever Alexei happened to be doing at the moment. As their tongues met, she watched her heart flutter in joy. As his paw rubbed at her hip, she felt herself squirm against him. And as he opened his eyes to take a long, deep look at her, she felt her soul become more and more intertwined with his.

"He is not as simple as he appears," she realized, as their kiss broke again, and the two Wolven looked at each another, a strange expression in their eyes, one that couldn't possibly be confused with mere lust, "I don't understand it, I don't understand myself, and I certainly don't understand him. But there's something about him... and it makes me demand what he can give me even more."

"I wonder," the male thought, stroking her smaller, vastly less-built arm in a strange, semi-cautious, semi-intimate manner, "she needs physical relief, that much is certain," he conceded, as he took in another deep breath of her scent, "but... she is becoming more aroused. Is it--no, it cannot be me. It's a physical reaction. A physical reaction that prevents either of us from backing away, now that we've decided to come this far..."

His paws stroked over her, down, down to her rump. The Wolfeness blushed, looking down and to the side. He was so, so incredibly physically attractive. And she was, at best, passable.

But the manner in which he kneaded her, rubbed her, squeezed her, felt her... it made her feel as if she was the most beautiful female in the world. She forgot her fur, her claws, and her strange, silverish hair, and gave herself up to the feeling. She forgot that she was the weak one, the unstable one. All Anastasia knew was the feeling of being accepted.

Alexei lifted her up, easily, the meager demands placed on his almost bulging muscles were easily met. The Wolven were suddenly face to face, but they didn't kiss. Anastasia registered movement, and realized that he was going to set her down on the simple bed that had only been used by her occasionally, and that her legs had wound themselves around his middle. She felt his tough, fluffy cheek rub against hers... then the careful, yet firm "pain" of his teeth on her collarbone as he nipped her.

"Alexei..." she whispered, her breath coming out only in gasps now; hot, humid pulses against his neck, "comrade... Alexei... shouldn't we..." she trailed off again, as she looked down to see that his nipping had stopped, and that the male was only nuzzling her neck, as if begging her for something... something beyond physical relief.

"...Alexei... so much... there's so much that I do not understand," she murmured, kissing every inch of his face that she could reach, though not necessarily in a lustful manner, "I don't... don't want to be a scientist right now."

It didn't come out quite the way she wanted for it to. But the weapons specialist seemed to understand.

"That's okay," he breathed, as her lips met his neck, "I don't believe that I would either."

He suddenly pulled away from the side of her muzzle, and kissed her. Anastasia almost swooned at that--she could swear that she could taste something more than the simple saliva of his lust for her. Was it a simple desire to be accepted? To be acknowledged?

To be loved?

No, it couldn't be. At least, that's what the female's brain told her. Her heart told her something different... but she didn't know what to do, her training hadn't taught her how to deal with such a situation. And the Wolven knew almost nothing outside of their training. So all that Anastasia could do was accept the kiss, and return it in kind.

Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as her arms pulled her into him, and the remaining doubts and insecurities in her mind were silenced by the roar of the raw emotion that overtook her. She wasn't used to it--but it was happening nonetheless.

Alexei finally sat down on the bed, turning, with Anastasia still wrapped around him. He enjoyed the hot, wet feeling in his mouth... and felt the strange, foreign inklings of something that he couldn't possibly use words to describe. Anastasia did not love him, no one did. And yet, there was something about the way things were happening that told him otherwise. He couldn't use words to explain it--so he'd have to express himself with action.

One of his arms remained around her form, holding her to him, as the other felt the nape of her neck, her unspoken permission for it to be there.

"I think that for this to work, she has to disrobe. I... hope this doesn't make her uncomfortable," he thought, recalling all the times that Anastasia had been self-conscious around her packmates.

Even so, his paw slipped partly into her robe, rubbing at her chest, feeling a hint of the plumpness of her bosom, yet stopping before the Wolfeness grew too uncomfortable.

"What now?" she asked, as their maws finally separated, albeit still connected by a long strand of saliva that the male quickly licked away, "...if there is trouble later, I will take responsibility for it."

Alexei nodded--even at this stage, they had to worry about what might happen if their trainers found out. He looked away form her slightly, and she swallowed--if he was nervous, then she ought to be terrified out of her mind. And yet...

Anastasia scooted herself off of him, kissing, licking, and nuzzling at him as her weight left him. He felt her press him, and though he could take any blow she might impart to him, he complied instantly with her motions, and lied down, though his eyes never left hers. He was used to being the submissive one, even now... but it wasn't wrong for him to want a little relief of his own in exchange for the physical satisfaction he was going to give Anastasia, was it?

"It must be," he thought, sadly, as the Wolfeness blushed, and looked away, "because to make her feel embarrassed, even now... it must be very, very bad. So... from now on, I'll be nothing more than a tool that she'll use to take care of her physical needs."

As Anastasia looked back at the male, she swore she saw a flicker of the light in his gray eyes darken, then die. Her breath caught in her throat--he was doing so much for her... and only now he was coming to realize how much she didn't deserve it.

She looked down, even as her shoulders shrugged off of the robe that she'd been undoing. A tight, functional bra was revealed, modestly concealing her breasts, though leaving little wonder as to their size and girth.

"Now I understand why you are so self-conscious. You're... beautiful."

His arms were long enough to allow him to hold her around the midriff. They were neither tight nor constraining, yet they were coiled around her securely enough to impart into her just how much he wanted to...

"No, his desires cannot be a simple as the desire to be close to me."

After all, he'd had every opportunity to be close to any member of the pack. And he'd had to have learned how to do that. Though he'd been recuperating in the med-bay during the entire month-long course the Wolven had had in social interaction, surely the trainers had made that up at some point? Even a combat specialist needed some interaction, right?

"There is a small problem," he said softly, and the Wolfeness's ears instantly perked up, "I was never really good in biology, except for general anatomy..."

"That's so that I know how best to kill people."

"...But I believe it's called pre-ejaculatory fluid. And we can't take the risk..." he pawed at Anastasia's belly, rubbing at it slightly, "...you're the doctor," he said, baring his fangs, causing her to gasp, before she realized... it was his approximation of a grin, an expression she'd never, every seen on his face, "how do we take care of it?"

"I... don't know. I understand what you're talking about, comrade," she said, stroking his chest delicately, "I... how are you so calm?" she asked suddenly, and Alexei looked away as if he was slapped.

"I am sorry, comrade," he said quietly, meekly, not daring to meet her eyes, "I'll... be less calm."

A vague undertone of sadness, of the acceptance that he'd never, no matter what he did, be understood, or cared for, or accepted, or anything else, much less loved, crept it's way into his voice. Anastasia didn't know how to respond... so she chose to continue as if her interruption had never happened.

"...Matvei, Sergei and I... well, we watched a video," Alexei admitted, his ears flattening submissively, as he closed his eyes, instinctively expecting a blow for admitting to his wrongs, before he was calmed by a gentle, careful stroke of her finger down the length of his snout, "...the participants in that video solved the problem, by--"

He broke off, realizing what he was about to suggest, before he saw the determination in Anastasia's eyes.

"...They solved it, by..." he broke off again, then managed to continue by speaking very quickly and very softly, "takingthemale'spenisintohermouthuntilheejaculatedtherefirst."

Anastasia blushed, then nodded, rubbing at his rock-like abdomen.

"I... can do that, if you like, comrade. ...Should I?" she asked, lowering herself slightly, looking up at him as her breasts slid over the obvious bulge in his pants, causing a quick gasp.

She swore that she could see his eyes widen in anticipation.

"Yes!" he said almost too quickly, before continuing in a meeker, more submissive manner, "... please."

"...Alright," she said, blushing again, almost sighing, but lowered herself to her knees, unbuckling his pants in a businesslike manner, willfully ignoring the fact that Alexei had propped himself up on his elbows to watch, "...I will try."

His pants came free, and Anastasia had to force herself to take a few deep, slow breaths before she unzipped them, then tugged away the undergarment that was issued to all three of the male Wolfen.

What was revealed to her was nothing she hadn't seen before, yet it was totally, completely different this time. She found herself blushing again, slightly, before locking eyes with the male again.

Anastasia willed her paw to move, to encircle the length of her comrade's member, then to move up and down a few times. She managed to flash him a nervous smile before she slowly descended onto him, taking him into her maw.

The Wolfeness held herself there for a few moments, closing her eyes, getting used to the sensation. Her tongue dabbed at different places around the male, and she gauged the change in his breathing rate to note to herself which areas gave him the most pleasure. Then, once she felt secure about herself, she began to bob up and down slightly--he hadn't described this part to her, but somehow it seemed natural... or maybe it was the way that Alexei's eyes occasionally rolled to the back of his head in intense, racking pleasure.

He groaned in pleasure, slightly, as Anastasia gave him a few slightly suckles, still looking up at him. She felt one of his paws stroke through her hair, then remain at the back of her head, guiding her, while the other nearly shredded her bedclothes as it gripped them tightly. Though she was only licking, and somewhat suckling him, he felt incredible... in his opinion, she was as good as the female in the video he'd watched, a thousand times over. And yet, there were some things she hadn't yet done...

"...I think it would be good," he panted, "if you took it all the way into your muzzle. Down to the base. ...If you can, comrade. I would truly and sincerely appreciate it."

Anastasia nodded, causing his member to bob up and down slightly. Their eyes locked again, and Alexei was able to watch as she began to go further and further down over his member, suckling on it as she did. He felt her tongue run over him now and then as she paused, calming herself, or taking in breaths of air.

Due to the length of her muzzle, it was easy for Anastasia to take as much of his member as she could into her maw. She concentrated, mixing suckles with licks, trying to understand what combinations, what patterns, what intensities, frequencies, what areas gave the male the most pleasure... and it was working, well.

Though the paw that was gripping at the bedsheets really did rip it slightly now, the paw on the back of the Wolfeness's head remained as gentle as ever. Alexei stifled a gasp as he managed to register that almost all of his member was well encased by Anastasia's muzzle. The Wolfen moaned as she licked and suckled him in just the right manner, stroking her cheek with the back of his paw for a moment.

"Comrade... that's amazing. But please... I really want to feel it hit the top of your maw. The back of your throat. ...Do you think you could do that, please? For me?"

Anastasia continued to look up at him, then lowered herself that extra one inch, that one final inch that made all the difference to Alexei. He moaned loudly now, as her nose hit his groin, while, simultaneously, the head of his member rubbed up against the back of her gullet. He felt her swallow, giving his member the sensation of being swallowed, and moaned even louder as she continued to lick and suckle at him.

She began to bob her head up and down, occasionally taking it in all the way. Her tongue lapped at the head of his member, where she'd deduced that more clusters of nerves were, and with every action she made, she felt the pleasure in her partner increase exponentially.

Alexei managed to resist the urge to shoot his entire load into Anastasia's maw, wondering, vaguely, if she'd swallow it all. But he moaned louder, occasionally, running the paw at the back of her head through her long, silverish hair, before placing it back behind her head as he continued to watch.

The Wolfeness backed off of his member for a moment, and ran her tongue up the length of his member, smiling inwardly at how much pleasure she was able to give her partner. She returned to the pattern that she'd been repeating before, but now, her sensitive, expert paws, which were rubbing randomly at his hips and abdomen, noticed something. His body temperature was a little higher, his pulse quickened, and his testicles were lifting, all of which meant that the male was approaching completion. She blushed, and her tightened mouth slipped back and forth over the hardened contours of his body. Anastasia then looked up at Alexei, asking for advice with her eyes alone, or at least praise, or something... though, every spasm of pleasure that she sent through him, every gasp of ecstasy... that was praise enough.

"...Wait..." the male said, panting, holding Anastasia's head back with his paw, though his member, still two inches inside of her, twitched eagerly, "...comrade... don't you want to be pleasured as well?"

Anastasia nodded, but quickly stopped as Alexei moaned loudly, and backed off of him entirely.

"I do..." she looked up at him with a sheepish smile, "but... you should be able to... complete yourself more than once."

The Wolfeness then crept up alongside of her larger, male comrade, and gently stroked at his chest, then cheek. She noted that he seemed to stifle a gasp, to hold himself back from hugging her, nuzzling her.

"...I hope you liked that, comrade," she murmured, moving down to kiss at his neck, "it was pure experimentation."

The male only murred, and wrapped his arm around Anastasia. He rolled her over so that her smaller, lighter form was resting on his own, and again, they started to kiss. This kiss, with heavy tongue usage and plenty of fondling, at least on Alexei's part, was more lustful. But still, both participants could taste something more than simple desire in the other.

Anastasia sighed through her nose, swiveling her maw to kiss her comrade more. She felt her arousal rise again, and her breasts pressed themselves up against him, egged on by her delicate weight. She murred softly into his maw, and was vaguely disappointed when Alexei pulled away from her during a brief lull in the tonguing.

"Anastasia, comrade... for this to work, I think you have to disrobe completely," he whispered, starting to rub at her sides, at her thighs, feeling at the undergarments that she still wore.

The Wolfeness blushed, nodding, and leaned back, straddling Alexei. Her rump rested on his hips, a few inches from his still rigid member, and she began to undo her bra. Finally, it came loose, and she pulled it off, dropping it to the side of the bed, though her arm still blocked his complete view of her.

But then she looked up at the feeling of a gentle paw at her forearm. Anastasia gasped, watching Alexei's almost childlike manner of stroking her arm, before gently, nervously, carefully pulling it away. Then he murred loudly, rubbing at her smaller, more delicate paw in his own, while his other paw rubbed at her belly, then moved upwards.

She let out a guarded sigh of pleasure as she felt his paw start to rub at her breasts, and heard him speak.

"Comrade... if you don't mind, I'd prefer if we did it the same way we were sleeping."

Anastasia nodded, considering how to get into that position most easily. But she blushed as both of Alexei's paws lifted her up by the hips, slightly, then helped her turn around. The pair then slumped over to their sides, and the Wolfeness gasped loudly as she felt Alexei's member rub at her slit, as if he was teasing her.

"Alright," she said, then suddenly moaned as she felt a tongue lick her ear, then a gentle pair of teeth nip it, "but... I'll need you to do something."

Alexei felt her squirm around slightly, then sighed at the comforting, soft roundness that was the female's bare rump as it pressed up against him.

She lifted her leg up, then felt around for his muscled arm, finding it easily, then guiding his paw to hold her leg in place.

"Here..." she said, shuddering from the stimulation and anxiety, "...hold this up for me, please. You will have to press through a membrane, and the pressure will not be good for me. ...I have never done this before, you see."

Alexei's other arm wrapped underneath, then around the female's waist, holding her to him so that he felt the deep, long breath that represented both her arousal and her preparation.

"I'm ready, comrade..."

"...Alright," the Wolfen replied softly.

She gasped as she felt his long, hard length thrust slowly into her. Now and then, the male would pause, as if making sure that she was okay, then rub at her breasts slightly, or lick and kiss at her side of her neck. As his throbbing member entered her welcoming slit, it met resistance, then broke through it--

Anastasia hissed in pain as she felt him break through her virgin passage. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, shuddering, feeling the width and length of the foreign body as her own body stretched to accommodate it. She gripped the thin cover she'd been lying on, tightly, and laid her head back against him, on his shoulder, as she adjusted her breathing carefully, regulating herself.

"Are you alright, comrade?" she heard him whisper directly into her ear, his query followed by a quick kiss to her cheek.

She tightened her jaw and let out a quiet growl of pain as he continued to thrust in slowly, but shortly relaxed, slightly.

"It'll pass," she said dismissively, though several tears of pain leaked from her eyes, "It hurts a little bit, nothing more. It's because I haven't done it before. I'll be fine after this, do not worry, comrade."

Alexei still seemed doubtful, so the Wolfeness arched her back, pushing herself back against him as she lifted her leg up higher.

"Okay, comrade..." he murmured, "after all, I am doing this for you."

His free paw grasped at Anastasia's, trying to comfort her, to convince her, and him, that she'd be okay, even as his own pleasure increased at the sense of being deep, deep within the Wolfeness. He started to pull out, then move back in, slowly easing into a rhythmic patter of in and out motions.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked, as he continued to mate her, starting to increase his speed slightly.

"I'm okay," she reassured him as her body adjusted to his movement, "it hurts, but not in a bad way. ...It's getting better."

She relaxed and breathed in deep, letting her body stretch to accommodate his masculinity, getting used to the feeling of his movement. Her breathing began to increase as the pain began to recede into a dull throb over the small feeling of pleasure that was building underneath it.

"It...it feels..." she said as she threaded her fingers through his, "good..."

"Mm... yes..." the male murred, in a manner that suggested that talking was the last thing on his mind.

He tightly held the Wolfeness's paw, feeling her slide her fingers in between his. At the same time, he lifted her leg highly still, and slowly increased the intensity, but not rapidity, of his thrusts. It wasn't long before the full length of his member was getting enveloped in her body, though he knew that he was quite far from ejaculation. The wolf nipped Ana's collarbone for a brief second before he spoke. "Comrade, I... I... want to hear you moan, please."

Anastasia let out yip as she felt him deep inside of her, increasing his power, and took in a deep breath. She then accommodated him with a long, low moan, feeling the desire to anyway. Her body pressed tightly against his, even as she spread herself wider by lifting her leg more. She managed to arch her back even more, as her inner walls pressed against the contours of his head.

Alexei's thrusting became even stronger, yet no faster, when he heard the Wolfeness moan. As the tightness increased around his member, which was well inside Anastasia, he felt his own level of pleasure increase, and wrapped his spare arm around her slender body more, holding her to him almost painfully tight. "I don't want to let go,"_he thought, _"I feel... needed like this. Almost... loved." The wolf hardly knew the meaning of the word. He'd heard it a few times in passing from his trainers, but that's it. And yet... if he understood it properly, that was indeed the feeling he felt now. Anastasia, however, couldn't possibly love him. He was, he hardly had to remind himself, the weakest, the dumbest, the most pathetic of the pack.

Anastasia moaned again and began panting as the line between pleasure and pain disappeared. She pressed her head back firmly against his shoulder and whined loudly from the feeling of his thrusts.

Most of her rational thought was leaving her, but there was enough there to hold one thing.

"I shouldn't say this..."_she managed to think, even as her moaning became louder, as he clutched at the arm that was wrapped protectively around her, _"I do not even know if it is true. But if it is... and even if it is not... he needs to hear it. To feel it."

"A-alexei!" she said gasped, almost in a whisper, as he continued to thrust into her, "Forty-seven, I... I love you."

She moaned loudly and squeezed his paw tighter as she tilted her opening further towards him. And yet, there was a long moment in which the male didn't reply. He only thrusted harder, much harder, as if trying to ignore her words.

"Be careful, comrade," he said, and Anastasia shuddered: she'd never heard anything like the dark, threatening anger in Alexei's voice before, "you are allowing your body to tell you things that are not true. You do not--"

"I do, forty-seven," she said softly, ceasing her motions, as his soon died out as well, "I do. I love you, Alexei."

"No..." he said softly, then again, louder, more sharply, "no!"

He removed himself from her, and turned away, his arms wrapping around himself, as if protecting himself from the coldness of the world--because no one else would.

"No, you don't. Nobody loves me. You lie!" he spat, then started to shake.

"Comrade..." Anastasia said, placing a paw on his shoulder, then flinching as he recoiled from her touch, "Alexei, please...." she said, almost begging him, and succeeded in making him hold still, at least.

"...Do you really mean that, comrade?" he asked, and the Wolfeness swore she heard tears in his words, before he turned and looked at her, with wet eyes, "Is it... more than lust? Am I loved?" he asked, before looking away from her, downwards, as if bracing himself for a denial.

Anastasia paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain her feelings. She lifted up his limp paw, and nuzzled it tenderly, and felt him react, clasping hers in his.

"I always have, comrade. I just... it was hard to show it. You never were able to spend much time with us. I love you... all of you... deeply. But now... I love you, Alexei, in a different way. I don't understand it," she sighed, "I am not a poet, I am a medical specialist. All I can tell you is that I love you, and that I always have. And the others do as well," she said, causing him to perk up, and look at her, "Sergei does... that's why he always jokes around, it is to keep us in good spirits. Even Matvei does, comrade... that's why he makes sure we train so, so hard, so that when we must go on a real mission, we are prepared. And comrade," she said, leaning in to stroke his head, and whisper to him, "I have caught him, a few times, arguing with the trainers. Against punishments, for more free time... once, I heard him demanding that you be exempt from another drug test. His request was denied, and he was beaten for speaking out of turn... and he threatened me to keep quiet about it when he found out that I knew. But comrade... he, like all of us... like me... we are all behind you. You are not alone, Alexei... we all care for you."

The Wolfen shut his eyes, but that did little to hem the sudden flow of tears that threatened to burst from them. He pulled Anastasia closer to him, much closer, and hugged her tightly, snuggling against the comforting warmth of her body.

They remained like that for a long time. The sincere purity of his actions made Anastasia love him even more, and she found herself stroking his hairless head, licking him, rubbing him, in a big sisterly fashion.

"It makes sense," she thought, nuzzling his muzzle, "he, like all of us, never had parents. But we, at least, had each another. He didn't..."

"But he does now."

Alexei seemed to murr in contentment, for the first time in his life. "Is that why I've been working so hard all these years? I've always done it for my comrades... but now I think I know why I always intended to live through whatever was thrown at me. Is it because, all along, they've all loved me?"

Anastasia's calm, comforting, soothing motions answered his question. Alexei rubbed his own cheek against Anastasia's, allowing her to feel some of the dampness that was now flowing unhindered from his cool, dark eyes. "...I love you too," he whispered.

"All of you."

"...I think I always knew, comrade... it's why whenever you were around, I... we, all of us, but me especially... it's like you represent protection, safety... and the willingness to do what it takes to defend us. ....Let me hold you, Alexei... just for a little while."

"Yeah," Alex managed to rasp. He wrapped both arms around the Wolfeness, holding her close to his body, loving her for letting him.

Even in his pack, he'd always felt different. Isolated. Like an outsider. Maybe it was because he'd been given so much extra training by the humans due to the likelihood of fighting on missions that he never really had time to bond or learn how to socialize with his packmates. But over the years... he'd concluded that it was his fault. There must be something wrong with him. Something broken. Something weak. But Anastasia, by allowing him to be so close and even exposing her neck to him, had shown him otherwise. _"She really does love me,"_he thought, kissing the female, then rubbing his cheek against her own. The Wolfen, he wasn't a very emotional person. In fact, besides the unconditional trust shown to his comrades, he'd never felt affection towards any being but his late pet kitten. And now, Anastasia. But he was starting to understand. "...I don't think our trainers will become angry if they find out," he said quietly, as her ears quirked up, asking him to explain, "...they created us, and are sending us on this mission, out of love for each other. They'll understand if we want to experience the same feelings. ...Maybe they'll even see us as more than soldiers," he whispered, still holding her as close to him as possible.

"...I cannot say, Alexei, comrade," she said, looking into his eyes, "I do not know how they truly see us. I assumed that they saw us as lab rats, as mere experiments... but for them to send us on a real mission, they must think that we are something more. You noticed how they were always kind and polite, yet detached?" she asked, and the male nodded, "they cannot afford to become close to us, in case the experiment... fails. It would be too painful," she said, and felt the smooth bluntness of the male's head rub her neck.

"...We are not allowed to do this. ...I mean what we were just doing. Not at this phase, anyway. I do not know about the rest of you, but it has been hinted at to me that our mission is... important. Hopefully they simply will not notice, considering the business of the base, today. In any event... that does not matter. All that matters is us, and for all I know is that this might be part of their plan. Part of their research. ...I hope so, because I enjoy the science of it."

She softly kissed him on the lips and ran her fingers through his hair affectionately.

"I'm really glad we did this" she whispered to him quietly.

"As am I, but... comrade... we haven't finished yet," he said, looking up at her with his large, gray eyes, eyes that suddenly seemed soft, warm, and welcoming.

"...Then... we shall..." she murmured.

Alexei nodded again, and licked her nose, before he caused Anastasia to giggle in surprise as he lifted her to lay on top of him. Holding her by the hips, he glided her down slightly, so that his member rubbed up against her again. The Wolfen couldn't resist the temptation to nip her collarbone again, then whimpered and looked down submissively.

"She'll be sore... I'll have to stop that."

"...In the video... the female seemed to like it when she sat on top."

"..Video? What vide--ooh..." she suddenly murred, feeling Alexei squeeze her rump, and leaned back.

Anastasia blushed once, and placed her paws next to his ribs, leaning over slightly. His paws stroked up and down her sides, before coming up higher to fondle her breasts gentle; rubbing, squeezing, feeling them.

"Alright, comrade... I'll try," she whispered, then reached down to take his member into her paw.

She guided it as she eased down onto it, teasing herself with its tip for a moment.

"This way, the penetration will be a lot more intense..." Alexei said, before he gritted his teeth in the effort of not moaning out loud as Anastasia lowered herself one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, then eight inches downwards, until his full length was inside the welcoming folds of her sex. The Wolfen kept her there for a moment, then lifted her up by the hips a few inches, then allowed her to lower herself back down at whatever pace she chose.

She gasped as she felt his body penetrating hers; as he had said, this way, there was much more penetration. Slowly, the last tongues of pain left her, replaced only by intense pleasure. She rested against him for a moment, acclimating herself to the sensation, before she reached down to adjust the folds of her labia. Anastasia then looked up to smile at Alexei before leaning in to kiss him some. The Wolfeness then rocked back, and slowly move up and down.

She massaged his member with her hot, welcoming, tight passage, and increased in her pace until she was thrusting against him quickly and roughly, hearing his own soft sounds of pleasure mix with her own.

Meanwhile, Alexei timed his own relatively meager upwards thrusts so that he met the Wolfeness's downward motions. He reached up, then held her breasts in his paws, squeezing and massaging them, increasing his own pleasure. And as the Wolfen began fondling her nipples, he said two words. "It's coming."

The female gasped and panted as he matched her movement with his own firm thrusts and whined lightly from the pleasure of it. She moaned deeply, and squealed as his member moved over a particularly sensitive spot. Her back arched forward and she breathed hotly on his chest as something began to build in her. She gasped loudly and gripped his chest as she sucked in a deep breath and let it out quickly.

"...Sorry, comrade... just a joke," said the Wolfen, before he froze Anastasia with a smile. In truth, it would take more than that to get Alexei to ejaculate. But having the Wolfeness ride him like that... it was a nice start. He held her up for a moment, then thrust in an out of her very quickly for a brief moment, before reverting to the original rhythm.

Anastasia had been whining loudly when he spoke to her. So she looked down and began to ask him what he had said when he began to thrust into her faster and harder than before. Her words ended with a loud cry and followed with panting gasps as the pushing pressed her over the edge. Her slender passage pulsed and closed tightly around his member over and over again.

"Wait, comrade... not yet... you've got to save it..." said Alex, as he slowly eased them both into a static state, then pulled himself up so that he was sitting upright. He kissed Anastasia, hard, thrusting his tongue into her long muzzle, wrestling her own, as he held her closer, his arms wrapping around her. She responded in kind, murring, squeaking as she did, feeling the ability to think straight leave her, being replaced by the overwhelming desire to mate with Alexei...

The Wolfen started to kiss her lower, lower, then lower still, before he was licking and nipping at her breasts. She gasped and whined in intense pleasure, and yet

He did so for just a moment, though when he was finished, both were covered in his saliva. Then, he walked around to the back of Anastasia, his member leaving her, coming out red, throbbing, anxious, and carefully dragged her off the bed, so she was bent over, both paws clutching at the sheets. "The movie taught me many things," he said, as he plunged into her sex once again.

Amy whined as he lifted her from his body but went back to breathing heavily as he licked her sensitive breasts. She licked his face lustily as he worked over her nipples and gripped at him as he moved around behind her. As she wrapped her mind around what he was doing she complied with what he was trying; bending over and lifting her tail to accommodate him. She grinned at him absently, then howled as he pushed into her body.

Alex leaned over the Wolfeness, running a paw through her hair, even as he continued to thrust into her. He brushed it to the side, exposing her ear. "You're beautiful," he whispered, then gave her a lick, even as he slammed his hips forward once more.

Amy was whining loudly in pleasure and let a low groan out as he licked her. His leaning caused his member to rub through her differently and it was exciting and new.

"Th-thank you, comrade," she forced out through her excitement, "you're wonderful...I-I--" she then stopped trying to talk and moaned loudly as her body clamped on him again.

Alex moaned as well, as he was nearing the climax of his pleasure. He thrust into her as hard as he possibly could, watching her rump shudder from his strength, hoping that he wasn't hurting her too much. He could feel his member throbbing within the confines of Anastasia's sex, and knew that it wouldn't be long now.

A loud scream of pleasure escaped her lips as she let her arms collapse and pressed her face into the cushion of the bed. Her sex clamped even tighter around the male as she screamed Alex's name without his number. With her rings constricted as they were she could feel ever line and contour on his throbbing member sliding back and forth along the slick passage of her femininity as she gripped the blanket and whined. As she took three deep, gasping breaths then cried out one last time as a small spray of her feminine juice poured hotly over his leg and sack.

The wolf managed to slow down for a moment as he leaned over, panting as Amy came. "Comrade... should we take the chance?" he asked, still pounding away at her slit.

The Wolfeness whined deeply as he continued to push into her through and following her orgasm which in a way prolonged it.

"Wha-what?" she asked breathlessly which momentarily silenced her sounds of passion, "chance? Yes. We should."

Whether she understood the chance he was referring to or not wasn't apparent. But it was her response regardless. And Alexei accepted it.

"Okay..." he managed to mutter. The Wolfen straightened up, and thrust into Amy harder and faster than ever before. His loins were on fire, growing by the second, as if ready to explode-- He came into the Wolfeness, long and hard, filling her up with his seed. The thrusting sounds became wet and sloshy, but he still kept going, continuing to shoot off into her.

Finally, moments later, he slumped down on the bed next to Anastasia. He spread his arms slightly, cautiously, and she filled them after a moment. A tired laugh escaped her lips as she squirmed up against him.

Alexei murred, wrapping his long, muscled arm around the Wolfeness, cuddling her to him. She sighed in pleasure, feeling incredibly safe and warm in his embrace.

It wasn't long before the comfort that each provided the other lulled them into sleep...

Alexei woke up first. He yawned, and nuzzled at Anastasia, before looking at the clock, and nearly yelping.

"Only twenty minutes before we must assemble!"

But waking up Anastasia now would do them no good. They both had to bathe--for if he didn't, the trainers, and Matvei, would surely find out. And though he now had no doubts as to whether or not his alpha cared for him... he knew that Matvei wouldn't hesitate to beat him for such activities.

"I'll have to bathe quickly, then wake her, for we cannot bathe toge--"

Anastasia's sudden yelp made the Wolfen jump, and he looked at her meekly.

"Comrade, only twenty minutes! Come, we'll have to bathe together, and wash each another, so that the other's don't find out that we've--"

The Wolfeness blushed, and broke off. But the constant tick of the clock made her find words.

"I understand, Anastasia," Alexei said, and she was comforted by the strong, protective paw that rubbed her cheek, and guided her face up to look at him, "now come... we must hurry."

Anastasia nodded once. His calm, comforting manner made her think clearly again. They could get out of this. If they were smart, and fast. So she opened the door to the single, small bath that she was allowed, and blushed, as she motioned for her... mate... to join her.

There wasn't much time for them to kiss or revel at the attractiveness of each another. However, they did anyway when they got the chance. Anastasia swore that as she lathered up Alexei's back, while he cleaned her chest, he was giving her breasts just a little more attention than he might have. And the male Wolfen in turn felt that she was lathering up his member for just a little longer than was necessary.

But in ten minutes, the Wolven were cleaned, and dried. As they dressed, they occasionally made eye contact. This resulted in either blushing, or smiling... and two minutes later, they were out the door, dashing towards the pack's common room. Fortunately, the halls were bare, in preparation for the Wolven's first real mission, so the two hurrying Wolven went unnoticed, to their knowledge.

With five minutes to go, Alexei was in his best shirt, and Anastasia had set her hair into a perfect, practical ponytail. As they looked at each another, suddenly, both paused.

"I never really noticed how attractive you are."

Both said that simple sentence, simultaneously. And then both blushed. Alexei looked at Anastasia meekly, but the Wolfeness only laughed, and moved forward to kiss him.

"Now come, comrade... we may yet make it on time."

Indeed, Alexei and Anastasia burst into the briefing room with only seconds to spare. Sergei favored them with a smile, and Matvei only seemed to shrug--he wasn't upset, as they were not late... but he would have liked to give his pack a motivational speech before the General arrived...

The man had long since ordered the other overseers, as they were called, to "take a break". It was, of course, highly irregular for the new leader of the project to suddenly favor his underlings with such a luxury... but many of them had worked under him before, and even those that hadn't had heard of him--he wasn't known for doing things as most did.

So they brushed it off, and for those few hours, the General was the only one monitoring the Wolven. And yet... he wasn't even watching the TV screens that showed the images relayed to them by cameras all throughout the base, even in the "private quarters" of each and every Wolfen.

He'd shut the system down, and merely stood at rigid attention, with his eyes shut. He'd seen enough, long ago...

"This will either make them the most powerful force in the world... or will forever render them useless, at each another's throats, squabbling amongst themselves forever."

"This project cannot fail."

"Comrades!" a voice said from the unseen, darkened stage of the debriefing room, causing all four Wolven to instantly stand.

The General was paying attention, close attention. He saw the noses of each Wolfen twitch, Matvei's first, of course, as they scented him, and filed away his distinctive smell in their minds. But their gaze couldn't penetrate the extreme darkness of the stage, contrasted by the lighted seating area. And so, they couldn't see that his eyes were completely locked on Anastasia's and Alexei's.

Oh, they were perfect, of course, staring straight ahead. But the General knew better than to underestimate the Wolven, least of all, the combat specialist whose hidden depth had shocked him. And so as he blinked, involuntarily, he wasn't totally surprised to register that the tallest Wolfen's eyes fluttered over to Anastasia.

"I am General Boris Asimov."

He was sixty, and yet, he looked forty. He was not overly muscled, as Alexei was, but he was fit, and toned, comparable to perhaps Matvei's build. The human's eyes were as green as Anastasia's, yet as authoritative as Matvei's hazel pupils, yet as yearning for success as Sergei's deep blue eyes, yet as potentially dangerous as Alexei's dark orbs. He wore a simple uniform, without any medals visible; they'd become too much of a trouble years ago, and now, he preferred to go without them; for the bravery, valor, and sacrifice that they represented were still carried within him.

"I know that you have not had time to grow accustomed to me, or my leadership. Therefore, I will only ask you to see me as a General for now. Not as General Boris Asimov. Your loyalty to me will come later," he explained, then walked forward, sitting down just behind the Wolven, Alexei's fur visibly prickling as he passed.

A click was heard, and a projector flashed to life, shining a slide onto the backboard in front of the soldiers.

"Operation Prussia," the General said, though the slide that came into view was a map... a map of Canada.

"Prussia..." thought Matvei, though his expression didn't change for a second, "...when the Soviet Union diverted the attention of a larger force intended for the western front. So... we are to--"

"Your mission," said the General loudly, as if he knew that at least the alpha's mind was wandering, "...will turn the tide of our unspoken war."