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The mountain's shadow reached far into the lower lands. A pair of tall, gray figures strolled out from its edge and into the brightening morning. At their back was many miles of treacherous terrain and savage snowcat barbarians. Ahead of them, new lands. Fertile and rich ones at that.

Rime lay a huge paw on the edge of the hilly savanna rolling onward as far as the icy eye could see. After the foes their pack had already defeated, conquering these new reaches would be a simple task. His muzzle cracked with a grin, a predatory expression directed at the world itself.

The harsh conditions of the mountains had forged a mighty wolf pack. Rime and Fjara were prime specimens. The males laden with muscle and possessing sharp claws with enough strength to rend solid rock. The females stood eye to eye with their counterparts, thinner and sleeker, feared more for their speed and precision than raw strength.

Rime was brought out of his thoughts by a kiss placed on the side of his muzzle. A wink and Fjara turned, her tail sliding against his side as she set off for a nearby grove where the scent of fresh water lingered. The wolfess' armor fit well to the midst of her figure. The chainmail enhanced leather one-piece garment left her hips bare over long legs and wide hips that he would follow into the shadow realm without a second thought. For the Ice Wolves to rule the world, there would have to be enough of them. He was ready to get to work and followed his mate.

She had already shed her armor by the time he caught up, wading into the pond with only her tail covering the rear view of her form. In seconds his own armor was tossed aside. He lay his hands on her waist, sliding down and spreading to cradle her hips. Round, firm buttocks pressed warmly against his lap as she peeked over a shoulder for a kiss. Her tongue curled over his muzzle, ventured inside. Reaching around, he cradled her breasts, soon to swell larger with milk.

She was very capable of expanding the pack. From the way she pressed herself against him, she knew it. Her tail arched high and he thrust forward. His cock slid into the warmth of a fertile wolfess. No place he'd rather be.

As a fevered climax drew near, Rime was yanked by the ear from the bliss. A noise out in the woods, footsteps approaching. As he turned to search the bank, Fjara had by now detected the intruder too. She perked her ears up, turned her head as nostrils flared.

"Who is that?" She whispered faintly, not really asking anybody but herself.

Its ears appeared before the rest of it. The bushes parted for a short, plump vulpine covered in tan fur. Large amber eyes scanned the pond, froze and widened once they came to the sight of Fjara. Fangs overhung her slack jawed, blank stare for a moment before she came to her senses and covered up, hugging her breasts from the obviously prying eyes.

Fennecs were the first of the savanna residents that the Ice Wolves had encountered. But the small fluffy creatures offered no resistance and so were considered little more than pests scurrying around here and there.

Baring teeth, Rime released a low growl figuring that would chase the thing off. But the fennec only continued to openly ogle the naked wolfess. Rime was starting to grow angry in earnest now.

"Hey!" He snarled.

Finally the fennec's attention was captured. It twitched its whiskers at him a bit. Large ears moved, batting this way and that. Not showing any sign of being intimidated though. This handful of fuzz either had no self preservation instincts or it was too stupid to realize it was a private matter it stumbled upon.

"Get lost! We're mating here," Rime growled.

At this, Fjara craned her head around, confusion on her face.

"Huh? We're mating?"

She turned around, eyes widening as she looked down. Poking out into the space between them was a slender pink shaft hanging limply and softening having blown its load without her having a clue. It hadn't been thick enough for her to notice, nor long enough to reach. The heirs that Rime wanted to plant in her womb were instead oozing down her ass crack. A small damp spot in her fur that wouldn't have a chance to become mighty Ice Wolf warriors.

They locked eyes a moment and then Rime's chest heaved as he turned on the intruder. He took one stride toward it before noticing another of the fennec's features that stood out. It stood way out actually.

Extending from beneath the innocent looking furball was a glaring red shaft, longer than he was tall even including the ears. Thick and trailing precum in a steady trickle- already leaking more than he had blown. The fennec's round belly rested on a swollen knot. The monstrous cock was heavy enough that it would have flopped on the ground had it not been so rock hard, flexing with a gentle upward curve and Rime didn't have to guess who it was pointed at. And clearly it wasn't just for fun and show either. Beneath it dangled a set of heavy nuts nearly dragging in the dirt.

Claws clenched at either side of Rime's lap as his tail whipped around to cover his own male bits. Anger guttered with a sudden draft of humiliation. He froze, hunched as if about to pounce with his shadow falling just short of the bank.

The fennec decided he had seen enough. He shot one final glance up at Rime. Smug, quite satisfied with himself. Even though he really should have been shredded by now. Then he bolted into the trees with his giant member wobbling as it led the way. His tail flickered out of sight and left the giant wolf in a strange hangover of feverish confusion. He felt drained, in both senses of the word.

Fjara nudged his shoulder, "Come, love. Let's not spoil the mood,"

Rime grumbled but relented, turning into an embrace as she laid her head on his shoulder.

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Dusk was quickly descending over a hazy horizon. The breeze stood still, even the wavering heat over the savanna had halted as the world seemed to pause for the arrival of night. The only disturbance to be found were the trails cutting through the tall grass outside the Ice Wolf village. A snicker here and there, the crunch of a twig. A spear bobbing briefly over the grass before dipping back out of sight.

The hyenas had caught wind of their new neighbors and had come to enact a toll. The first of them poked his scarred muzzle out of the grass, clutching a spear as he crept forward onto a dirt trail snaking along the bank of a pond. Down hill tucked in the shade of the woods, wooden huts capped by leather and furred pelt rooves.

A half dozen hyenas followed the first, pressing their little sneak attack. But the next thing they knew, the wind abruptly kicked up again.

A wave of frigid air blasted as one of them was sent flying off his feet back into the grass. The wolfess that appeared in their midst wasted no time swinging her spear a second time. Another hyena was cut down, falling back into the pond only to crunch against an arc of ice that had formed there in tandem with the swing of the wolfess' weapon.

A spear shot toward her but Fjara parried it one handed, reaching over to seize the attacker by the throat. A choked gasp and gargle followed by a dull thud of dead weight impacting dirt. Followed in quick order by two more similar sounds. The last hyena plowed back into the tall grass in a blind panic.

Once more the world grew silent and still, eerie now that he knew what lay in wait out here. Combined with the sensation of eyes upon him left the hyena trembling as he dared to peek over his shoulder. Through a split in the grass, he could see that she was crouched on a rock, face blank of any expression as she rested her spear over a shoulder.

Her gaze left him frozen for a few long reaching seconds. Then he exploded into motion, hurling his hunched body forward as fast as muscles would allow. The spear sailed through the air after him, close enough to shave a few hairs from his mohawk. It buried itself in the ground but by that time he was out of sight.

Fjara stalked forward, examining her spear a moment. She found no imperfections that would have caused her to miss like that. She snarled at it regardless, ears flickering as she stuck the weapon's end in the ground. There was a blush of heat in her face, and a little lower..it was springtime and it wasn't just the weather growing warm. She was going into heat and it was starting to impact her combat ability.

It was then that she noticed somebody had joined her. A glance down revealed a fennec fox leaning on her spear, beaming up at her.

"That was quite the battle. I'm impressed!" He said as his eyes roamed up the wolfess' legs.

"You again? You really shouldn't be sniffing around here unless you have a death wish," She remarked with a show of fangs.

He plucked a flower from among the grass, rolled the stem in his fingers as he considered it, "But it's the best season to go sniffing around,"

With a coy grin he looked back up at her, seemingly without a care in the world as he offered the flower.

"The only reason you aren't dead yet is because there's no honor in it. But the moment you run into a wolf in need of a pair of socks, that'll be the end for you,"

Despite the warning, she accepted the flower though didn't seem to know what to do with it.

"Oh, milady! I would gladly serve as a pair of socks for you," He added.

As his ears flickered, she could swear there was a haze around the fuzzy tufts lining them. Sort of like the fumes of alcohol, not something that was outright intoxicating but rather enticing. Would a taste be enjoyable? The round outswell of his belly competed with the sheath between his legs, several sizes too big for how small and cute he was. The fennec didn't have anything else going for him. Maybe the giant cock and fat, heavy set of nuts was where nature had focused all of her blessings.

She reached down and took hold of the scruff of his neck. Incredibly soft fur between her fingers.

Her head snapped up at the sound of grass rustling. A couple seconds later, Rime stepped out into view and found Fjara standing over the slain invaders with arms behind her back and a nonchalant grin. He drew breath to congratulate her for the kills, but from the pond behind her came a loud PLUNK and splashing of water as if a heavy stone had been dropped directly down into it.

Strange, but Fjara was quick to recapture his attention with a claw under his chin.

"The night can't fall fast enough," She said, "I'll be waiting for you,"

With that promise, she was off down the trail back toward the village.

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Crickets chirped outside the hut as the night grew late. The circle of stars over the firepit and the embers within it, traced out just enough of her shape. Atop the lush mattress and pile of pelts, she lay on a pillow, her hindquarters raised up a bit and presented in full glory. Her tail arched from its base, exposing warm, aching loins to the soothing cool of the night.

Now was the time. In this position, he couldn't miss. Rime rose from the shadows, letting the hut's flap drift closed behind him.

His palm slid against an inner thigh, up and under to scoop her pussy into his palm. The lips feverish, wet and sensitive as she made soft feminine sounds from the touch. Her tail flicked back and forth, brushing over his lap. Poised at the foot of the bed though, he hesitated just shy of mounting her. Her paws rested on the mattress just below his achingly, rock-hard cock. Those pleasantly pink pawpads looked so soft, he just had to run a finger over them. Her toes flexed in response.

Caressing her pawpads and feet...he wasn't sure why but they were quite suddenly more appealing than her pussy. He brought her feet together, squeezing his cock. Had he really never noticed before? Or was there something in the air?

Fjara raised herself up on her elbows, looking over a shoulder as he began to thrust. Excited, breathing heavily as he increased the pace. Her pussy and the duty of breeding more wolves was long forgotten by now. And suddenly, another batch of them was spent on her paws, oozing between her toes. Ears pinned, she whirled around to sit up on the bed no longer trying to mask her frustrations.

Rime had meanwhile fallen back to the floor in ecstasy. Somehow he knew that he had become a degenerate only interested in mating with nice cute paws. The realization was in the back of his mind, where the pheromones had penetrated. All because of that little perverted, big eared bastard. The wolf should have been tearing the savanna up looking to flay the fennec. But all he mustered was a content sigh, squirting one last burst of cum on Fjara's paws where she sat fuming.

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Fjara only meant to step outside for some fresh air, but found herself taking a few more. Even stark naked as she remained, wandering in the moonlight through a silent village. Mostly silent, anyway. Stirring the night air were subtle sounds that did not help her frustrations. It was, after all, the eve of the wolf moon. The night when the heat season was at its height and most of the pack's mating was done.

Her eyes were drawn to the trees and some kind of movement up there. Unsure of who or what, until one of them darted across a beam of moonlight. It was one of the fennec foxes. Hanging out in the branches were more of them, ears flickering.

Stepping up to one of the huts, Fjara peeked inside. Sure enough, there was a fellow wolfess by the firepit. On her knees, naked as the sound of slick rhythmic plopping could be heard. No male wolf to be seen, but beyond the female's head as it bobbed up and down, a set of distinctively large ears could be seen. She was cradling one of the fennec foxes in her arms and evidently showing him a good time. Eyes shined in the moonlight as another one peeked out from around her hips. Then movement- another one poked its nose out from beneath her tail. Finally the paws. The female's paws were spattered. And the culprit, her mate, was asleep sprawled on the bed.

Fjara backed away from the scene with a hand over her mouth. So the hyenas weren't the only tribe making their move today. Those devious fennecs had been hanging around just overhead this whole time, stirring up a cloud of pheromones over the unsuspecting village.

The familiar pond came into view with a short hike to the outskirts. Fjara marched straight there and it was little surprise that she found a silhouette in front of the moon. Not just by his ears did she recognize him- it was the hefty nutsack dangling down from where he sat on a branch. That musk of his, it immediately rushed into her nostrils.

She knew where his eyes were but only crossed her arms, feeling the weight of her breasts resting on them as her nipples stiffened.

"I never got the chance to thank you for saving me earlier. Your mate seems a little grumpy," The fennec said.

"Were you really in any danger?" She returned, "It seems you little furballs have had quite the effect on the whole village,"

He leaned down with a mischievous expression on his face, now slightly closer to her lips than his dangling nuts were.

"Eh, we like to think of it as getting to know our neighbors. Makes diplomacy a bit easier, ya know?"

"Is that so?"

She cocked her head up and with one hand took hold of the branch, which creaked as she pulled it down. Their lips were inches away, when she let it go. For a second time she sent him in a high arc before splashing down in the pond. He wasn't under for long before his belly and balls bobbed to the surface. He lifted his head after a moment, swiping his waterlogged ears out of his eyes. This time he found the wolfess wading across moonlit water until she loomed over him.

Blue eyes glimmered high where her shape stood out from the background of night sky, out to the wide hips straddling the surface of the pond. Ripples lapped cool water against the lips of her pussy. His attention fell lower as the tip of a claw poked at his belly. Sharp, deadly. She could skin him as easily as she could flip him off. But it was too late for such thoughts to even enter her mind, instincts rewritten, pack loyalty clouded over with pheromones.

Her claw slid down, hand dipped into the water to scoop up his massive balls. She gave them a light squeeze and began to massage the heavy orbs, feeling them sloshing with thick seed that would create big litters.

He leaned back from the sensation, feeling himself stiffen up as his thick cock sprung from his sheath. Her eyes dawned over his belly, tongue dangling over the plump head as it grew, thickened and swelled upward. She made no move to avoid it as the fennec's cock met her lips. They squeezed at his head, tongue slipping out to flare against the hard, smooth surface of the pink tower. As she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue snaked down along the bottom until it was scooping under a swollen knot.

From the feel of it, there would be no escape once she mated with him. And with that idea, any shred of hesitation was eliminated.

The fennec plopped against a rock in the pond, soon after pinned under the wolfess' breasts as they pressed down on him. To say nothing of the wet vice squeezing steadily down his cock. Big and thick as it was, she had no issues sinking the monster between her hips. She had been needing this for a while now, relishing the feel of her pussy stretching around it.

Most of the fennec's mass was in the impressive member while the rest of him was squeezed under her feverish body. Only his balls felt the night air where they dangled between her legs and the tips of his ears poking out from under her breasts. The rest of him was swallowed by the warmth, soft fur and curves of a horny naked wolfess in heat.

She thrust herself against him, her loins enthusiastically riding the full length of his cock. Her pussy gripped tightly at his shaft, enjoying the ride up and down as it glided in a thick layer of their fluids until his knot slapped against her with a splat. Friction and excitement alike warmed his cock, making it feel like a firebrand each time it plunged back into her womb.

Clenching at him, bringing him as deep as she could. It didn't feel like a conscious movement to her, more like a spasm. A muscle memory, obeying the need to mate and breed- even if it was with a plump little fennec. She couldn't hold his height and appearance against him, not now anyway. Not in light of the hard, strong member filling her loins- exactly what she had been craving. Big and thick enough that it was a challenging task to ride, flexing subtly inside, brimming with thick seed. The fat pulsing head delving deep.

She didn't much mind what this cock was attached to. It was perfect. More capable than her lupine mate.

Her fangs flashed as she steadily increased her pace. The fennec was rapidly squished down and then released to spring back up, jiggling like a fuzzy ball of gelatin under the wolfess' athletic body. It sounded like one too, with the rapid sloppy plopping noises from the great amount of leaking precum that she was milking out of him.

Had he not been so rounded by plenty of insulation, this mating session might have been the last in his long career. The wolfess was in a wild enough mood to crush somebody as long as she extracted one last spurt.

Once more her hips rocked forward into him and his knot barged past her entrance, with a plop the two were firmly attached. The fennec, a creature that would hardly make a snack to the wolfess, had knotted her.

All across the village, the females of the wolf pack were being seeded with huge litters of fennecs. And with a blazing, howling orgasm, Fjara joined the festivities, leaving claw marks down the solid rock to either side of the love-dazed fennec. He was terrified even as he floated in the middle of heaven.

It didn't matter, he unloaded his balls into her regardless and thick ropes shot from where they were joined. Warmth oozed down her hip bone, lower stomach and thighs, the overflow from a thoroughly flooded pussy.

It was over. Some time passed before she was able to slide off of him. Though she was sure to plant a long kiss on his lips before popping his knot back out of her. With a pleasured sigh, she slunk away to lounge near the pond bank and soak her body in the cool water.

But as the fennec gathered enough breath to lift his head, he found that a few more of the pack's females had decided to go skinny dipping.

"Oh, he's cute,"

"You heard Fjara. He must be good at mating..."

"Wait your turn," with a snarl added.

The fennec's cock was already rising again as the other ladies advanced on him. It was going to be a long night.

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The fennec foxes possessed strong genes. This became evident months after the night of the wolf moon. The pack underwent a population boom the likes of which they had never seen before. With the one small drawback being that they could no longer be called a wolf pack. Most of the offspring resembled fennecs, with a rare one retaining its lupine coloration.

The lower lands and savanna remained unconquered.