In the tundra mountains of Noatak National Reserve in Alaska, there lived an expansive, yet turbulent, pack of wolves. Their influence across the arctic reaches stretched far, and their back was typically home to 20 or 30 wolves at any given time, which some of the pack members coming and going as they got older or branched out to new horizons. So great was their influence that they were often observed, and spoken about at length amongst the locals who stayed to the south of the preserve. During what remained a still cold late winter into early spring, the females were beginning their heat...and for one female wolf in particular, they were in for a rude awakening.

The males smelt it on the wind as they rose from their nocturnal sleep; the waft of heat, of sex. During this part of the year was the time females went into heat, ready to be impregnated so that they could have their cubs in late spring, which was the perfect time to raise them close to adulthood before the next winter. Males didn't necessarily go into heat themselves, but they generally got quite rowdy around the time that females were ready to breed; this time was no exception. As soon as some of them began to rise for the morning, the males started getting restless. They sniffed the air, pawed the ground, and their desire to be on top, to breed and spread their offspring, made them aggressive. Some of them were already fighting before the sun had even fully risen, but all it took was a snapping of teeth and the bark and growl of their alpha to stop them.

He was the strongest of the group, and so he'd get his pick of the litter first-- this was how it worked. What was confusing to their instincts and senses, however, was that the pheromones of heat only originated from one; a female among them was going through their heat earlier, and younger, than the rest. Wolves were normally sexually mature at around 2 years old, but for this female pup, who was only 9 months, there was only confusion about their growing heat. She had probably started to feel it the night before, but it was in full force by the time she awoke. The one who sired her, a much older female wolf of the pack, could sense her sudden maturity too-- to be ready for breeding at such a young age was unprecedented, but to wolves who only operated on instinct, it mattered little; in the end, if she was ready, she was ready.

Though most males in the camp could smell the heat of an awaiting pussy, they could not fight to claim it as their own; as pack mentality dictated, it was the Alpha who often had the first taste of heat, and even thereafter other males in the pack were normally fought or kept in line so they couldn't mate with other females. It made sense, from an animalistic perspective, only the strongest should pass their genes on, but that didn't mean he would be Alpha forever. On that quiet morning, as other males grew restless, the slightly larger Alpha wolf padded through the crowd, sniffing the air, directing him towards the scent of a female ready for sex. The pup was confused, and hid around her mother, her body aware of the changes. She instinctively understood her role, but she whined at the older female, who licked at her face and cleaned her ears to soothe her, for she was still a puppy in her eyes, even if she were sexually mature.

She trotted and moved around her mother and tried to hide in under her legs, her body only just barely half the adult female's height, but there was no hiding her maturity from the Alpha, who weaved through the crowd of other wolves to get to her. The pup's instinct was to look over and at least acknowledge the Alpha with her gaze as he approached, but she didn't approach and kept to the adult female's side. Unlike her, however, the adult across from the Alpha knew better than to stand in the way of what he wanted. Just as she was about to move aside, however, a challenger stepped forwards.

Driven by the smell of a soft, ready cunt, one of the lesser male wolves of the pack stepped forwards in between the pup and the Alpha, his lips licking from the scent alone of the ready female. At first, it didn't seem like his body language meant much; he moved with purpose, but his form was relaxed and he pawed at the ground in the same way an impatient male might, but that relaxed form quickly turned aggressive as the male's intentions became clear. The Alpha of their pack rose to the challenge immediately, and in a blink of an eye, an all-out brawl ensued.

For those watching from the sidelines, such an occurrence was normal; males trying to assert dominance and challenge the Alpha happened more or less every single year around the same time, so there was little to no reaction from the majority of the other wolves laying around, though the pups reacted strongly and backed up, having never truly experienced a fight of dominance more than once or twice-- wolves, however, were quite alert and intuitive to the intent of those around them, so they calmed relatively quickly. Whoever came out on top between the two was allowed to lead the pack, one way or another...but for this particular group, there was a reason their current Alpha had reigned for so long. The fight was brutal; teeth were gnashed, barks and snarls were made, and only a handful of times did they separate and briefly circle each other to inspect the damage to themselves and their opponent, as well as their individual intents, before they went at it again. Blood was shed and flecked the snowy tundra of the ground beneath them. Both their tongues tasted the blood of each other, and yelps were made as teeth sunk into flesh. In this battle of dominance, there was no mercy; if they held back even a little, it could be seen as a sign of submission, but in the end, the victor became clear.

A final yelp sent the younger male wolf tumbling, and he scrabbled away from the alpha, clambering to his teeth and hanging his head low, showing his submission. It knew its wounds were severe, and it limped even as it paced around the Alpha, who stood with his paws spread out and his head low, a growl escaping his muzzle. The younger male didn't stand up to him anymore, despite his yearning to breed; he backed off and withdrew, limping away from the fight before his injuries brought about his death-- even wolves, territorial as they were, knew to back off when needed. Once retreated, the Alpha raised his head and his body relaxed, but that didn't mean he'd gotten through the fight unscathed; bites, cuts and bleeding wounds were all over his body, but he had no intention of actually cleaning them, or tending to them in any way, for his instincts were on one singular thing.

Even at that moment, barely a handful of minutes after the ensuing fight, the smell of sex stirred his body, and just about all his remaining energy from the fight surged into one location. Blood rushed towards his crotch in a matter of seconds and the tapered end of his canine cock slid from his heavy sheath, pulsing and swelling in reaction to the inference of sex. He padded over to the ready female almost immediately and the adult female wolf made no intentions of stopping him, stepping to the side. The young pup sniffed at the air near the Alpha, recognising the arousal, but she didn't know how to react to it and simply turned away, watching her mother retreat. If there were any actions that resembled confusion, her standing there looking between them would be a titular example.

The Alpha swiftly stepped behind her, his body and flank briefly grazing hers as his head bowed down to sniff around her behind, his tongue flicking to the smell of heat, his gaze crossing over her puffy, needy cunt. He brought his muzzle closer and his tongue smeared across her entrance, his cock surging from his sheath when that entrance clenched against his tongue, his instincts telling him to mount. In response to the tender licking, the pup instinctively bowed her body, lifting her torso up and lowering her head and chest to keep herself in something akin to a submissive position. She lifted one of her legs up briefly to adjust, then planted it back down and curled her back, pushing her pussy against his mouth, and he let out a growl, lust overtaking him.

He explored her a few moments longer, his tongue slathering up and down and making her pussy glisten with spit, before he quickly, almost desperately, moved into position behind her. He stepped forwards over her as his body lined up with hers in parallel, mounting her from behind and hooking his front paws against her small body. Were she a normal adult, it would have been easy for him to link his body to hers and snugly pull her frame to his pelvis, but as she was small in stature and a little too young, his paws missed their mark at first and failed to couple around her bony hips, causing her to effectively be squashed under his stocky frame. After a moment, he pulled his paws up again and the claws scuffed at her hips, yanking her to his crotch, and his instincts kicked in.

He loosely thrust at the air, searching for a hole to fuck, thought one specifically-- again, if she were a normal female, it would have been an easy task, for their bodies were built for it. However, her smaller body was too short, and with each thrust his sheath rubbed the back of her tail from above and stimulated his cock enough to force it to shoot out, thinking that the pussy was right in front of it. The length was narrow and barely swelled with blood, and if it had found its mark it would have grown bigger, but instead it merely remained floppy and narrow, and the Alpha's frustration grew. So horny and lustful was the male that his barely even half-mast cock was already spurting and dribbling strings of pre-cum that very easily missed their mark, splattering across the lower half of her torso, across her back, and matting her fur with pre-seed.

Sensing his inability to perform his rightful duties as Alpha, the young pup's mother-- and by extension the mother of several other wolves in the tribe-- approached the two amidst their pre-coitus, bowing her head to inspect the 'problem'. She already sense it, but when her eyes confirmed it, she performed an act that some might have considered out of character, or perhaps intelligent for a specific with their own limited smarts-- she ducked her head, sliding her nose underneath the pup's body around her stomach area, and with her superior strength, she lifted her head up, forcing the young female's body into a position that lined up better with the Alpha's form. The male shifted, repositioning his hind paws, and a satisfied snort escaped his nose when his arms hooked more properly around the pup's hips, though his paw scuffed and pushed against the older female's muzzle for a moment as it found its mark. The tapering end of his stiff yet narrow cock met with the warmth of the pup's puffy pussy, and that's all he needed; he instinctively pushed, forcing the entirety of his cock into her, and in response, the female yelped.

It was incredibly likely that, like most of the cubs in their pack, the pup he was forcefully penetrating was, in fact, his daughter, but that didn't matter. Their sex was reckless, rough and driven by carnal instincts, the yearning to breed, to fuck, to tie. Their mating was a mixture of yelps, snarls and pants, from both of them in one way or another. For him, he strained his already bleeding wounds, caring little for his injuries and wanting nothing more than to fuck and tie with a nice, warm hole, but for her, it was impossibly huge, and she was equally as tight-- those two things didn't mix, and for the alpha wolf it was difficult to thrust, at least at first...but even a pup as young as her loosened with the slippery, wet pre-cum that spurted from his cock. Pleasure mixed with pain for the young female, whose heat was being satisfied in the best way possible, but her body disliked what was happening. She had no way to really deny her Alpha, not when her every instinct told her to stay put and her legs hovered off the ground. The adult female withdrew once the initial penetration was over, and the Alpha's cock was more than long enough to reach that young cunt when she was lowered down, and when the pup's paws met the floor she trembled, forcing her behind upright, submissive for her alpha.

As the male ruthlessly fucked the tight female, curious cubs of both genders approached, lifting their heads to sniff the air and take in the scent of sex, something that they would be able to experience themselves when they were a little older and more mature. They watched as the Alpha fucked his prize, the way he claimed that pup as his own. He fucked with such reckless abandon, with such little regard for the barely mature pup beneath him. The pleasure swarming his system rose rapidly as did his aching need to tie, but it was the delightful feelings that pushed from his crotch up to his stinging limbs that encouraged him to thrust harder, to slam faster, as he neared the brink.

Anyone with sense, who might have been watching the encounter, could easily tell that the Alpha wasn't going to tie her, but it wasn't for lack of trying. As the wolf's orgasm approached, and the female beneath him whined in response to the discomfort, he pushed with enough force to make his knot tie-- or it would have, if it had been any normal female. Instead, his knot kissed her puffy heat-driven entrance, and the pup squeezed in turn, clenching instinctively around his cock, making him unable to shove that bulbous base inside. When he reached the point of no return, there was no shift in expression and no change in his thrusts, but he felt it all the same; it was a surging warmth that rang through every directive in him, every biological need to mate, knot, tie and make pups with the young female below him.

Spurts of off-white cum shot into her pussy without warning as the wolf climaxed, but his thrusts didn't slow down, nor did the force of his rapidly pushing hips in a desperate attempt to link his knot to her hole. In his clumsy frenzy, his knotted cock slid back, the tapered tip sliding from the pup's hole without his knowledge or intention, and the last half of his load shot from the end of his member in needy little throbs, splattering against the floor or arcing forwards to hit the pup's legs, that found their balance on the floor long ago. The curious cubs who had been watching quickly backed up from shock when the cum shot out and threatened to hit them, and being spooked so easily caused them to retreat.

Wolves were a particularly strange species when it came to reproduction; if the knot wasn't tied, then the sex was considered a 'failure', even if they did cum, and the same could be said for the Alpha. Despite having climaxed, tying with the pup had done little to sate his lust, and his twitching, knotted erection remained stiff and aching. He continued to spurt little dribbles of cum onto the ground for another handful of moments, maybe around 30 seconds or so, before his orgasm died down. Had he successfully tied with the female, he would have been pumping load after load into her for a lot longer than just a minute, but as it was, his body naturally halted the flow from his churning nuts, aware he had nothing to stick it in. Beneath him, cum leaked from the pup's used pussy, and she whined with a mixture of need and discomfort, both wanting more yet also wanting to move.

After a few moments of waiting, the Alpha's cock sprung to attention and rubbed with her entrance again, and he wasted no time in thrusting into that tight crevice again, firmly sliding inside. His entry was significantly easier the second time than it was the first and he started up a rapid and heavy rhythm of thrusts again with little care or regard for the whining pup beneath him. Each loose and heavy thrust, driven by passion and a yearning to finally get some pressure around his knot, sends strings of cum seeping from her young puffy cunt, causing it to ooze down her trembling inner thighs, her legs shaking on the ground, her behind still raised. The Alpha occasionally snarls with every other hump, his teeth baring briefly as his body reacts to a mixture of stimuli, namely discomfort from his wounds and the overstimulation of his cock. Despite that, his pleasure rose rapidly, swelling up within him as his hips rapidly pistoned in her. It wasn't going to take him much to cum, not when that hole was sloppy and a little looser than before, and not when it felt so warm and slick inside.

The Alpha's body spasmed with his growing pleasure, but his thrusts remained sharp, measured and paced-- there was definitely a renewed passion in the way his hips bucked and balls jiggled, but it couldn't be seen on his face, when all he did was loll his tongue and pant. He didn't even notice or recognise the sensations of his climax until it was exactly upon him, and he spurts thick, heavy ropes of cum into her again, overflowing her young pussy and dribbling out around his still thrusting cock. He didn't pause to recuperate this time and continued to hump her, his swelling knot pressing against her entrance, forcing it to stretch. It didn't quite allow him access at that moment, and he instinctively knew that he couldn't be able to tie them either; if he could feel irritation or frustration, that's what he'd be experiencing. Cum readily oozed down her legs as his thrusts slowed, his member still shoving in and out, the squelching sounds of his cock sliding in those cum-soaked inner walls making the nearby wolves twist their ears to listen, riled up by the sound and smell. The Alpha sort of relished the sensations, but not even for that long; he took a very brief pause, barely a few seconds or so as the last of his nut shot into her, before he started to thrust and breed her again.

His body demanded rest, of that he was certain; his cock felt raw and sensitive from his continued thrusts, but he was unable to stop, not when his lust wasn't sissified, and his knot wasn't tied. He picked up for a third round, and despite her whining and panting that combined with his, her innards flexed and spasmed around his fat alpha cock, readily accepting him and feeling looser than before. Each forceful fuck of her tight cunt had made her more and more susceptible to his knot, and in his thrusts, he could sense she was looser, from the way her entrance stretched ever so slightly with every thrust forwards. The cum leaking from her had started to drip from her paws as he continued, his needy nuts churning, awaiting his third and potentially final nut.

It was difficult for the alpha wolf to feel how close he was getting from how sensitive and mostly raw his knotted cock was, but he could sense it instinctively, and knew it wouldn't be too long, even though he'd only just started. Perhaps it was due to the fact he hadn't properly tied yet, or perhaps it was because he was just so horny, so eager for the first rutt of the year, but either way, he was almost ready. He shoved, and the yelp that followed signalling to him his success; the pup was well and truly stretched, and her undeveloped pussy welcomed him.

The tightness was extreme and delightful to the Alpha, who squirmed atop the small body. The pressure around his knot sent sparks of endorphins all over the male's body that drowned out any immediate pain he felt for the wounds that afflicted him, and he was sure the tapered end of his thick canine cock was pressing into something so delightedly warm and tight, something that opened up to accept him. Unbeknownst to the alpha, who was used to mating with larger females, his cock was pushing into the pup's tender cervix, a place that no male should try to push into. With each jiggle and thrust, however, the Alpha felt himself sink deeper and deeper, his knot stuck firmly in her spasming hole, her inner walls squeezing periodically around his member as her body trembled. She was orgasming around his thick cock, and with each little nudge of his hips-- he was barely able to move half an inch or so with how much he was squeezing-- he could feel the tip of his dick massaging that forbidden entrance. The pressure built rapidly with his tied cock, and his balls jiggled back and forth as he rocked his body, trying to ease himself into his climax, and it didn't take long; he knew he was right there, on the brink.

When the intense feeling washed over him, he stopped. He rocked his hips forwards and his humping ceased as his knot swelled, and he very easily and quickly passed the point of no return. By the time his cock was climaxing, the alpha was already starting to move, snorting and huffing through his nose as he swung one leg over the pup's small body, trying gingerly not to knock her over as he turned, his hind leg passing roughly over her pre-sticky back until he stood facing away from her completely. With his dick forced backwards, his knot still inside her, his cock pumped cum into her with renewed vigour; spurt after spurt flooded her young hole, and his turgid, swollen knot kept everything firmly inside, unable to leave. Only the tiniest of dribbles leaked out from around his knot, trickling down the pup's underbelly as the mother finally moved from beneath her offspring, retreating to allow them room to relax.

The Alpha stood there, panting warmly, his satisfaction finally peaked as his balls churned with each hard and wet pump. The young pup could barely stand on her own paws, her front legs touching the ground easily enough but her entire back half lifted off the ground, violently shaking with the force of his load shooting into her, her belly swollen with cum. She whimpered, both in a mixture of unease and, admittedly, pleasure. She quivered in a way that only a pup her age could do after getting relentlessly fucked. The Alpha merely stood there, observing the rest of the pack as the males sniffed at the ground near him, taking in the scent of their mating, riled up and eager to mate themselves...though, as he's the Alpha, they might never get the chance.

The Alpha would be locked into her young body for a while; she would just have to get used to it, for now, until her mother could clean her later. After that, he'd check the other females in the tribe before they went hunting, as they always did.