Dakota was never taken seriously. The anthro kingfisher had always been seen as weak compared to her peers in the village. She had gotten tired of it and sought to prove herself. The question was how to do that? Her answer was to head into the nearby forest and bring something back. But not just anything. She would hunt down one of the forest’s fiercer creatures all by herself and when she brought it back they would all see. It all sounded so simple on paper. Having some hunting experience already, the avian just needed a few more supplies that she acquired from the local shops. With everything gathered she took a deep breath and ventured into the forest by herself. Rather than taking the safer well-trodden path Dakota purposely traversed the path that most avoided if they could. 

Dakota wasn’t scared, in fact she was actually feeling quite sure of herself. She had everything that she would need on hand. Her future catch didn’t stand a chance. There was still the question of what the catch was going to be. Even up to this point the kingfisher still had no specific goal in mind. Her only requirements were that it had to be impressive. She trekked deeper into the forest and kept her eyes peeled for something worth catching. So far she found nothing and that’s the way it continued to be for a while. After walking for so long the avian was finally about to give up but something in the near distance caught her eye. It was den. A big one. With careful excitement she approached the den. Upon getting closer being able to get a better look Dakota saw that it was empty. But the tracks outside of the den were fresh, meaning its inhabitant would likely be back soon. 

Judging by the den’s size the thing that lived in it was big as well. Now having the chance she had been waiting for, Dakota sprung into action. She began unpacking the things that had been bought earlier. Not having a specific creature led to her grabbing some all-purpose stuff. Having some rope in hand, the kingfisher was setting up a tripwire that would trigger a net. It didn’t take her long to set the contraption up. And to guarantee its success she made sure to lay some bait as well. Just as it was all complete, she heard the nearby snatching of a branch. She was quick to duck into some nearby bushes. Dakota was just in time too. Prowling its way back to its den was a massive feral dire wolf. It paused just before the trap, sniffing at the air. At first Dakota feared it would sniff her out but instead the wolf’s attention was on the bait. 

As the wolf walked by, Dakota was able to get a good look at body; his incredible size, muscles, and a pair of heavy looking balls that swung between its hindlegs. The wolf sniffed again at the bait before leaning his head down to eat it. Dakota was ready for the trap to be sprung but it hadn’t. The wolf had gotten to the bait but his large paws had stepped over the rope. In hindsight she should have better disguised it. It stood out all too clearly. While gobbling up the bait the wolf was careful to not let his paws touch the rope. As the bait was nearly gone, Dakota knew she had to do something. As quietly as she could, the kingfisher unearthed a knife. Summoning her courage, she sprang from the bushes and cut the rope herself. Being triggered, the net came down. But it failed to snag the massive wolf. It was much too small, dropping down on his back. The wolf shook it off, now looking rather annoyed. 

Before she could respond to this the wolf had turned around and pounced. The large creature had her pinned down with just one paw on her back. It growled and swiped with its other paw. The wolf’s large and sharp claws made quick work of Dakota’s clothes, tearing the lower back part of her shirt and pants entirely. With them being ripped open entirely her sex was out and open, much to her shock. Still held down by the large and heavy paw, Dakota was finding it hard to reach for her other supplies, such as the knife she had dropped. She managed to reach an arm for it but the weapon was just out of reach. 

The wolf was still trying to process the recent events that happened. It had gone out to patrol its land and on the way back he caught a scent that was entirely unfamiliar to him. Worse yet was that the scent was leading him back to his own den. With urgency, the feral had returned to his dwelling only to find food lying on the ground with an oddly placed rope just in front of him. Even a young dire wolf knew better than to interact with the foreign object. He did help himself to the available meal though. That’s when he heard a sudden shout and snap. The reasons for the rope and food had made themselves known in the form of an anthro trespasser. He acted on instinct, first pinning her down before going in for an attack to make sure she knew this was his turf. But he tore into the fabrics covering her body instead. The ripping and tearing of them surprised him but even more so had the sight and scent of the female’s sex. It reached his nose and triggered another instinctual feeling within him. His powerful sense of smell focused on the alluring aroma and it was making him pant. With lust rising and spreading throughout his large body, the dire wolf’s intentions changed. He still planned to teach this intruder a lesson but in a different way. 

Dakota was still trying to escape when she felt a puff of warm breath on her crotch. It made her pause and falter. The dire wolf’s nose was just short of touching her soft pussy lips, sniffing and exhaling more warm breaths upon it. It took her some time to realize the dire wolf’s intentions. When she did, Dakota’s eyes went wide and she tried to get away but it was doing her no good. 

“Hey! No! Stay away from there!” she protested. 

The dire wolf wasn’t listening. Having his interests piqued, the wolf ignored her struggles and words. Whether it belonged to an anthro or feral, the creature knew what the vagina was. The sight of such a neat and tight looking sex roused his natural instincts to mate. Acting upon them, the canine pushed his muzzle forwards a bit, first outstretching then swiping his tongue over them. He was given a light taste of her sex, it was just enough to rile him up. Wanting more, the wolf rolled his tongue over the opening with more pressure. Reluctantly, Dakota was forced to shudder and moan from the feeling. 

“G-get off of me, you big dumb...mutt!” Dakota exclaimed. She balled her fists against the unwanted pleasure that was building from every lick. In her eyes this was wrong on so many levels. The avian had come here to prove herself and yet she had failed. Every step of her plan had come undone. Her trap had failed miserably, she was pinned down under the creature she was meant to catch and now that creature was licking her down there. They had been rough at first but were starting to slow. She could feel hot wolf spit being smeared between her legs and shuddered in disgust. On top of her humiliating failure, this feral was now doing stuff to her! Gaining pleasure from the forced act felt so wrong but her pussy was heating up and secreting. 

This encouraged the wolf to take things further after another slow lick on the outside, it found the mark and began shoving its way inside. Dakota groaned and tried to clench to keep it out but the large feral was overpowering her with his tongue. It pushed in and spread her wet lips apart. Keeping it up, the wolf sunk the length of the wet muscle inside of her, much to the kingfisher’s growing dismay. She moaned but still wanted it to stop. The dire wolf was already taken with the scent and taste of her; powering through her clenches eventually led to his entire tongue being shoved in. Dakota’s breath caught in her throat. There wasn’t a moment given for her to collect herself, the wolf’s large tongue was moving already. It lapped and twisted along the wetting walls, making them even slicker and warmer from the addition of his saliva. From his perspective the growing scent of her arousal and flavor was reason enough to keep licking. His canine tongue had no trouble sweeping over the sensitive borders. Dakota reacted every time, gasping and squirming beneath his paw. 

The continued efforts to escape were working against her. Squirming more caused the paw to press down even more, slowly squeezing the air from her lungs. Dakota continued to clench her sex down on the moving tongue, hoping to push it out and make this stop. If anything the wolf saw this as a challenge. It was hardly any trouble for him to work his tongue through the tightness. Dakota groaned as she felt her walls being spread again despite her best efforts. Worse yet, the tongue was moving faster and harder. It was all so easy for the dire wolf, not being fazed at all by the various ways that Dakota tried to save herself. He could feel the sex squeezing down on her but not in the same way it had before. 

Dakota could feel it as well, much to her dismay. Her sex was starting to throb around the wolf’s tongue. That sensation was getting stronger with every grind and twist, forcing more reactions from her. She still couldn’t get away and began to blush from the growing sensation. There was no point in squeezing down on the tongue now, the dire wolf had proved that even his tongue was stronger than her… 

Her producing more fluids only encouraged the wolf. Collecting the taste brought him satisfaction to keep going. The heat, tightening, and growing warmth were all signs that he recognized well enough. Licking further forced Dakota to cry out. Being pushed to her limit, the kingfisher came against the dire wolf’s tongue. The climax’s intensity left her shaking even more. Her juices splashed out all over it and the canine’s muzzle. Enjoying the taste, the male continued to lick her sex, lapping up the fluid while Dakota was still exclaiming and shaking. This continued until her orgasm came to an end. The canine pulled back then, pulling his tongue free and swiping it over his wet lips. 

Dakota was left gasping from the whole ordeal. She had never cum that hard before. Even as the wolf’s paw eased up she found it hard to move herself. This gave the large feral the chance to get into a new position. He used his paw to flip Dakota over, scratching her body a bit with his claws. Having her on his back now, he dragged his paw along her front and tore what was left of her clothing away. Dakota gasped and groaned as the light breeze hit her body. Just as she was finding the strength to move herself the wolf growled and stepped over her. That growl seemed to be a warning for her. Dakota then realized that even if she managed to get on her own shaky feet she wouldn’t be able to run away properly. Knowing the land and being much bigger, it would be no trouble for the animal to hunt her down and maybe even do something worse. Acting in what she hoped were her best interests, the avian kept herself still. The wolf was facing in the opposite direction as he stood over her, his fat and furry sheath and balls were hanging right over her face.

Before she could ask or wonder, the wolf dropped his groin down. His fat balls dropped on her face, blocking her vision completely. Before she could recover from that, Dakota felt the furry orbs being rubbed back and forth. A deep rumbling sound came from the feral. It continued to grind its sack on the anthro’s feathered face. When it pulled back Dakota was allowed to see but the sight she was presented with was a large and dark red cock that was still sliding from the wide sheath. Dakota gasped and while doing that the wolf dropped his groin again, grinding his cock directly against her face. Holding her in place with his weight alone, the wolf humped the anthro’s face to his leisure. The grinding wasn’t overly rough but for Dakota it was no less disgusting. A feral creature’s cock was touching her face, sliding against it. It was hot and slightly wet with sheath fluids. While she groaned and shuddered, more low rumbling sounds came from the canine, they suggested that he was enjoying this. As the grinding continued more of the cock came out, being massive in its own right. And to end it all off, an extra thick looking knot popped free. Covered in swollen veins and pulsing along with the rest of the inches, the sight of the fleshy bulb filled Dakota with a sense of dread. 

The wolf eased his weight for the most part and took a few steps back. Dakota dared to breathe a sigh of relief but that was a mistake. With no warning the wolf had thrust forward and caught the kingfisher with her mouth open. Going along with this, the canine continued pushing. Exclaiming around the shaft, Dakota felt her mouth being spread further than it ever had. She struggled against the increasing size; the wolf was forcing his cock in and seemed to just be getting thicker. She struggled harder than before but the creature wasn’t fazed by her free hand pounding against his leg. Now finding it hard to breathe, Dakota winced from her throat being forced to spread around the long and thick wolf cock. A thrust came and just like that her windpipe was suddenly jammed open. The rest of the wolf’s length slid in all the way down to the knot. A deeper growl came from the wolf. He kept himself like that and even ground his cock against the walls of Dakota’s throat, savoring the pleasure he was feeling while she was still fighting for air. 

Just as her lungs began to ache the cock was being tugged free. She took the chance to take in air. It was a smart move as the shaft came back down with force. Shoving all of his length back in again, the wolf began moving his hips back and forth. It was done roughly but also effortlessly. While Dakota was forced to gag and take in small amounts of air when she got the chance, the wolf was smoothly rocking his lower half with natural ease. His cock was pulsing hard against the squeezing walls. The fluctuating tightness was giving him more pleasure. Not even a minute into rutting the kingfisher’s mouth he was already leaking precum from the tip of his cock. When pulling back his precum would be smeared onto her tongue, forcing Dakota’s to get a good taste of it. She hadn’t the room to try and spit it out. Even worse than just holding it in her mouth the only option was to swallow it. With the cock already taking up so much space and spurts of precum threatening to make her choke, Dakota had to swallow the remainder of her pride by gulping down the hot and sticky stuff. The flavor was strong and it made her wince. The only relief given was the gradual stretching of her throat. By the cock sliding in and out so rapidly her oral muscles were forced to accommodate the erection. Feeling it pulse and spurt deep in her throat was the worst. The sticky heat came from a place she couldn’t reach and blossomed outward from there. 

Handling all of that was hard enough but when the wolf started thrusting in even harder and faster Dakota’s eyes widened. This was too much. If this kept up she would be torn apart. There was only one option available to her. Justifying it as a means of saving herself, Dakota closed her eyes tight and began to suck on the cock as best she could. Against the pumps she was moving her tongue and even swallowing around the shaft, giving the wolf even more tightness to hump against. She felt the canine shudder and a bigger amount of precum rushed from the tip. Swallowing it down quickly, Dakota kept it up. The wolf began to pant, his tongue lolling from the pleasure increasing exponentially. 

The wolf wasn’t letting up. He kept his cock swabbing the walls of her throat. Being focused on his pleasure alone he gave the anthro no chance to catch her own breath. Knowing that she was working on borrowed time, Dakota doubled her efforts. She sucked and licked on the huge dire wolf cock as much as he could, taking so many big gulps of pre that her stomach felt hot and full already. The wolf snarled and thrust forward with great strength. Dakota screamed around the shaft. Her mouth was spread even further. The knot popped in, locking itself inside of her mouth. And that came just before the literal flood of wolf cum. It was pumped with so much force that the searing and viscous cum was forced into her stomach without the need to swallow. She was forced to take it all thanks to the knot.

So much cum was being pumped into her throat. What she could swallow had begun to leak out of her mouth through small gaps around the knot’s seal. She still couldn’t breathe and now it was likely that she would drown from the excessive deluge of cum. Luckily the wolf snarled and tugged his cock free, spurting the last of his large loads all over her face and neck. The kingfisher hadn’t ever been so glad to have a cock suddenly tugged from her mouth. She could only gasp and cough, struggling for breath while the canine was still marking her with his thick and gooey ropes.

Even after shooting so much, the canine’s erection was still lasting, every inch was fully engorged and the balls were still looking plump and heavy. She couldn’t move; still struggling to catch her breath while her stomach was also a bit bloated. The wolf was repositioning himself, clearly wanting to do more. 

“No… Please…” Dakota’s please fell on deaf ears. Still looming over her but turned around so that they could face each other, the wolf placed his front paws on the kingfisher’s arms, using them to hold the anthro down. Still recovering from the stretching and flooding of her throat, Dakota didn’t bother struggling. That was until she realized that the despairingly large cock was now pointed at her own groin. Already moving in, the feral male prodded his tip to her already licked sex a few times before the first rough push was made. 

With the same amount of roughness, the tip was wedged in between Dakota’s vent lips. It was already being stretched further than it ever had been. She grunts and hisses were still being ignored. The only response given was a low growl that came before the next push. Even more was forced in and Dakota was forced to exclaim against the mix of discomfort and unwanted pleasure. The kingfisher attempted to clench down to keep the shaft from going even further but the feral had no trouble jamming his cock through the tightened muscles. With no intention to stop until every inch was inside, the creature continued pushing with force. As her throat had been, Dakota’s pussy had to make room for the invading flesh. 

Wanting to bury every inch as quickly as he could, the wolf rammed ahead with his hips and Dakota could only shake and squeal. Having her pussy filled beyond what should have been possible, all but the knot was stuffed into her. Hot, thick, and reaching in deep, the canine’s erection was twitching directly against her walls. She could feel it, pulsating rhythmically. She could only describe the feeling as “full.” Though her stomach was already a bit bloated there was an even bigger bulge where the last few inches were. 

There was still no time for her to get used to this. Everything was driven by the wolf’s wants and desires. He started things off by moving his hips, first pulling back and then thrusting forwards again. By doing this the creature’s cock slid along the snug walls, sending tingles and jolts throughout Dakota’s body. She didn’t want them but had no choice but to endure the feeling. The wolf was immediately taken with the warmth, softness, and slickness of the female’s sex. It drove him to push his cock in deep again, forcing another sound out of the kingfisher. Her squeezes only brought him more pleasure and that in return earned Dakota more thrusts that kept her groaning and struggling. It got even easier for him the more he did this. The steady sliding on of his massive length and the various wet sounds that came from his length slipping in and the knot slapping against her lips was another reason why Dakota was grimacing through it all. 

He was already speeding up, still giving no opportunity for her to gain anything from this. Rocking his hips in the rapid and rough manner that ferals often did, the dire wolf was concerned only about his building pleasure and what he could get out of this unorthodox mating session. Her body wasn’t as easy to mount and penetrate but by holding her down and poking around with his cock the quadruped had managed. Now panting, the canine was releasing precum that added to the heat and viscosity of Dakota’s pussy. Much like her throat, the avian felt her sex being drenched in thick jets of precum. 

It was hard for her to adjust. The wolf was so big for one. She never knew her own pussy was capable of being stretched so wide let alone that it could take so much abuse both inside and out. Hearing the deep pants in her eyes and looking up to see the flurry body rocking back and forth...she just wanted this all to be over already but the predator just couldn’t get enough. Out of instinct her sex was clenching down on the pumping shaft. The following surge would power through that squeeze, leaving her entire passage aching for a moment. He was brutal and seemingly insatiable, reaming his dick into her without much effort on his end. Those massive paws were still holding her down, both keeping her arms pinned down and leaving no room for any attempts. It was overkill in her eyes but the wolf proved himself to be intelligent enough to render her trap useless and get her in this position…

While Dakota was getting lost in her self-loathing based thoughts, the wolf put down more weight and used this to reach his cock even deeper. Exclaiming in reaction to this, Dakota could see and feel the bulge in her stomach getting even bigger, straining beneath her skin and feathers. More precum was being released, adding to the heat she felt internally. The excess of his own fluid allowed him to slam in with greater ease. This combined with Dakota’s persisting clenches, getting him all the closer to his orgasm with every thrust. 

It lasted until he snarled and thrust in with more force than before. This time the added girth that the knot provided was really felt. Dakota’s pussy lips were being pushed apart by the bulb. It was being done slowly and she felt every second of the stretching becoming more intense until it finally lurched forward with a wet pop and locked itself in. Immediately after the wolf’s cock throbbed hard and released the first big spurts of seed. Spraying from the pointed tip with just as much power as before, the seed was pouring in deep. It was so much that Dakota feared her womb was being flooded as well. She desperately hoped that it was incompatible with wolf sperm cells. The seed was still being released and the wolf was panting heavily while draining his balls for the second time in a row. With the knot being so big, most of the seed was forced into her deepest parts, resulting in her stomach bulge getting even bigger. The rest was seeping out through the small gaps, just as the same as when her throat was penetrated. When the beast’s climax came to an end he was quick to start tugging on his knotted cock. This made Dakota cry out, feeling a sharp pain from the bulb being so harshly pulled while still lodged inside of her. As the tugging continued more cum was leaking out until a larger amount came free just as the knot did, being paired with another loud pop and squelch.

Dakota was finally given a break though it came at the cost of her sex being left in a gaped and aching state. A heavy amount of seed was leaking out of her, spilling onto the forest floor. Feeling the hot stuff running out was yet another reason for the anthro to voice her disdain for this entire situation. The dire wolf was still standing over her but it was a godsend to see his knot and shaft slinking back into the fat sheath. That was a clear sign that the wolf was satisfied. 

True to her assumption, the wolf’s sexual appetite had been satiated but he wasn’t through with the kingfisher just yet. Being a big wolf meant that he needed big meals to sustain himself. All of that rocking back and forth seemed to have upset his stomach somewhat. Maybe it had been those slightly-sour smelling berries he had eaten that morning? 

Whatever the reason, the wolf felt his stomach stirring and even gurgling. After a particularly heavy rumble he could feel it traveling through his guts, quickly sliding further and closer to his now clenching tailhole. A groan came from the creature, knowing that the digested food would be making its way out of him very soon and it would be pretty messy. With a small whimper the large canine turned himself around again. He lowered himself, having his front paws on the anthro’s legs and his tailhole pointed at her face with his tail lifted. 

Still in a dazed state, Dakota assumed that the wolf wanted to be rimmed. His hole was slowly getting closer to her face as the canine got into his squat position. The heavy balls were just touching her lower chest, swaying a bit and rubbing their fur against her cum-covered feathers. It eased in even closer and Dakota was already giving in to what the wolf supposedly wanted. She just hoped giving it satisfaction would lead to her finally being released. 

The wolf was surprised when he felt his rim being touched by Dakota’s face. She reluctantly made contact with it and then began to lick it. Just wanting to get this over with, the avian got right to it. She drew her tongue all over the rim, getting it wet with her saliva before it began pushing in. Pleasure crept into the wolf and it was actually helping his bowels relax. He could feel it reaching his rim now, heading right for the anthro’s moving tongue. 

So sure that the wolf wanted to be rimmed, the idea of it being something else hadn’t occurred to Dakokta until the hole slowly expanded even more and something mucky touched her tongue. The feeling made her recoil but the wolf was already sitting on her face, keeping his tailhole pressed firm to her mouth. 

The wolf felt a sense of relief as his rim opened up, allowing his waste to pass through.Dakota still hadn’t figured it out. Her tongue touching something had surprised her and she eased back on reflex. But the wolf had her pinned again, his ass being connected to her mouth with hardly any room in between. That thing she touched while rimming the canine came sliding out, forcing her mouth to spread around it. The muddy texture, strong disgusting taste, and the fetid smell made it clear.  Dakota wanted to scream but her voice was muffled around the shit being forced into her mouth. The canine pushed again and the first gush of liquidy scat filled her mouth. Dakota’s first instinct was to retch and spit it out but there was hardly any time or room for that. More was being forced into her mouth thanks to the canine anal muscles being powerful like the rest of him. It oozed from the corners of her mouth and down on her feathers, being thick, sticky, and heavy as well. Not to mention the powerfully acrid smell that was spreading out further. Much to her dismay, Dakota had no choice but to swallow some of it just to keep her throat from being blocked…

Seemingly as an act of mercy the canine lifted his ass up but only just a bit. He continued excreting soft and dark colored waste that had an extra rank smell to it. Dakota felt the weight of it when it fell down on her, pilling up on her body. The scat that plopped from the hole splattered onto the scat that was already on her, splashing and dotting her face. Her internal screams were drowned out by the deep wet hissing that came from the canine’s hole. What followed the already soft flow was an even greater rush of slushy waste that was a lot more liquid than solid. Like a broken pipe, the muddy and foul smelling substance cascaded over her, covering more of her body and splattering even more than before. She could feel the gunk sinking into her feathers, weighing them down and leaving them sticky. It was constantly flowing out, making gut-wrenching sounds as it splurt past the soft and now dirty rim. 

The flow wasn’t slowing or easing up, covering her chest, stomach and her face was already covered. Panic of course took over but her legs were firmly pinned down and trying to hit the wolf did no good. She wasn’t strong enough to hurt him and reaching up just led to her arm being covered in a thick coating of the stuff. 

It could be called luck that it only went as far as her neck, sparing her face any more. But the wolf’s excrement was still coming out. Now her body was becoming weighed down by the several pounds of partially liquid dung that could only come from a creature so big. The warmth was deceptively cloying, heating her up body in an almost comforting way. 

But it was hard to be comfortable when the last of the slushy waste was immediately followed by even thicker clumps. Dakota could only watch as the canine squatted even more, his tailhole expanding further around the gooey blobs until they dropped down and joined the rest, adding even more weight and making another big splatter that led to some getting on her face. Another one of those large turd blobs was slowly pushed out and fell down, leaving the wolf’s hole winking a few times as it slowly returned to its usually tight state. The wolf shook a bit, wagging his tail back and forth in a manner that suggested relief and satisfaction. 

Getting up from his squatting position, the wolf casually walked away and around Dakota. She could do little more than just watch as the creature came up to her face, staying to the side and lifting up his leg. The fleshly pink tip poked from the sheath just before a sudden rush of urine sprayed out, striking the female anthro’s face perfectly. The hot liquid continued to rush over her face and neck as the wolf kept himself in place and his leg lifted. Even moving her head from side to side wasn’t enough to escape the golden shower. Some of the waste on her face and neck was washed away but it hadn’t done much for the rest of her body and the fact that she was literally being pissed on by some dumb disgusting mutt. 

She was still keeping her mouth closed tight but it was hard to breathe while having so much fluid poured onto her face. When she did manage to inhale the smell of fresh piss was strong. Sometimes she would inhale some of the fluid and it would burn her nostrils even more than the smells of wolf shit and piss did. While she was struggling to endure the lasting flow, the wolf’s tongue was lolling and his eyes were half closed, a clear display of enjoyment and pleasure. This was kept up until the stream weakened and then died down into a narrow and light trickle. The tip popped into the sheath again, leaving a drip of urine to cling to the sheath. 

The wolf eased back and got a good look at her before turning his head away, seemingly now completely uninterested in her. After kicking up some grass and dirt with his back legs, the wolf began to walk away, leaving Dakota partially buried and soaked. 

It took her a while but Dakota had managed to unearth herself from the pile. Needless to say she felt disgusting and wanted nothing more than to return home and take a bath. The sun was just short of setting by then and the walk back home was all too quiet. That silence was broken when she returned to her village. Just wanting to get home, Dakota kept her head down and walked by as quickly as she could. Of course the various comments of others reached her eyes. She was quite the spectacle, being completely naked, covered in dire wolf cum, urine, and excrement. She both looked and smelled terrible and those she passed by were not shy about pointing that out. When he finally got home the avian was quick to get inside, locking the door behind her before a beeline was made for a bath. 

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Dakota didn’t get much sleep that night. Her dreams were plagued by that dire wolf. Throughout the night she was reliving the various things that had happened to her. But things were different in those dreams. At first they were just as brutal as she remembered but as time passed the dreams changed or rather her dream-self’s reactions were greatly changed. She began to enjoy the deep stuffing of her pussy and the deep pants that filled her ears. The force of those thrusts kept the cock reaching deep inside and his cum would rush into her, hot and thick and clinging to her both inside and out....

When Dakota woke up the first thing she felt was arousal and wetness between her legs. She did her best to ignore it but it was hard when she was being reminded of what happened. The others were quick to tease and even mock her. It was revealed to her that a thick trail of cum  had leaked out of her and was left behind when she was racing back home. Rumors had spread overnight that she had a good time in the forest yesterday. Dakota did her best to ignore them but it seemed that her own mind was against her as well. Random flashes of her dreams came back to her, namely the parts where she was allowed to enjoy the canine’s size and roughness. Her sex responded with tingles and even getting wet. This continued throughout the day and got worse as the day dragged on. Her dreams and memories were starting to mix and she saw herself moaning and begging for more as the wolf savagely thrust into her. It kept her distracted and aroused. 

She told herself that she was just in shock, unable to get the events of yesterday out of her mind and this “arousal” was just a way for her to cope with it all. That’s the explanation she stuck with but it was growing harder and harder to ignore the throbbing of her sex and the images that kept themselves lodged in her mind, endlessly teasing her. It got to a point that Dakota returned home and began fingering herself. As much as she hated to admit it, she thought about that mutt and his huge cock...but even after achieving a climax it still wasn’t enough. Her way of thinking changed again. The wolf was still in the nearby forest. If she wanted his cock so bad she could go to him and experience it all over again. She was already a laughing stock, why care about her reputation and what anyone else would think?

Dakota was having second thoughts. She was back in the forest doing her best to retrace her steps to the dire wolf’s den. The quiet walk gave her time to think and she realized how stupid this was. Looking back it could only be considered a miracle that she wasn’t maimed or torn apart both inside and out. And yet...she was still walking, bringing herself all the closer to the wolf’s den with every step forward. 
“Just one more time.” That’s what she told herself, being certain that this was just an itch that needed to be scratched. After that it would be over and done with. 

Just a bit further up she found the wolf’s den. Taking a deep breath, the kingfisher approached carefully and quietly. When she got close enough, Dakota peered into the den and found that the wolf was inside, lying on his side and sleeping. His back legs were slightly spread, giving Dakota a good view of his sheath and balls. The mere sight of it made her tremble and twitch between her legs. Again she began to rationalize, telling herself that she had come this far just to do this. No point in going back home “empty handed.” 

She still had no plan in mind. Just one step after the other, doing her best to keep herself quiet. But that didn’t last; much to her own dismay Dakota managed to step on the only fallen branch in the area. Even worse was the dire wolf suddenly perking up. His eyes opened and his ears were standing erect, swiveling back and forth a bit. The canine at first growled, looking around in confusion before his eyes fell on Dakota. His expression changed into one of curiosity, paired with a very telling tilt of his head. They were both staring at each other, seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move. Dakota dared to be the one to do so, taking the first steps into the den. The sun’s position was perfect, light was  beaming into the cavern, making it easy for her to see. The den itself was nothing special. It was simply large and carried the unmistakable scent of canine. The canine itself was still looking at her. At least it wasn’t showing aggression… 

“Let’s hope this works,” she muttered to herself. The cloak she wore was suddenly pulled off to reveal her fully nude body. 

The canine was looking even more curious as it approached her now, his large paws tapping against the cavern floor as the distance between them was made less and less. They were practically face to face and Dakota could feel the creature’s warm breath stirring her facial feathers. She reached a hand out and the wolf growled a bit, showing his fangs. Though she felt fear, Dakota just decided to go for it. After another deep breath proceeded to tread a wide circle around the wolf. It stood in place, allowing her to slowly walk around. When she was facing his side profile, Dakota slowly approached and the wolf allowed it but was looking back at her as much as it could. Reaching her hands out again caused him to start growling but she wasn’t deterred this time. Riding on nothing more than hope that this would work, Dakota lurched forward and her hands made contact with the wolf’s balls. The wolf actually jumped a bit in response to the touch. 

She was now touching the wolf’s balls. They were large, heavy, and full of seed again. Feeling a rise of excitement welling up within her, Dakota put her loosely-put-together plan into action. Using both hands to cover more area at once, she began to rub the fur covered orbs, moving her hands in circular motions. Dakota also made sure to handle them carefully so as to not cause the creature pain. The last thing she wanted to do was give a reason for him to bite or claw her. 

The wolf had been on edge the moment he saw that anthro bird back at his den. He wondered what she was doing back. It was even more alarming when she walked in and tried to touch him. This was his turf and it seemed she hadn’t learned her first lesson. That’s when she began walking around him. At that point the canine was just confused. So he allowed her to continue. From what he could tell, she wasn’t presenting a threat. But her suddenly rushing forward surprised him. For a moment he thought the anthro came for revenge but what came was the surprisingly gentle cupping of his balls. As her hands began rubbing he could feel pleasure radiating outwards to the rest of his body. Almost instantly he began to relax, realizing that the anthro had returned for another reason. He instantly relaxed and allowed her to continue. 

The attention given to his balls felt good but the wolf was soon wanting more than that. So he took it upon himself to assist by shifting his body weight. Simply rocking his body to the side was enough to make his heavy balls swing and now rest against Dakota’s face. She made a sound of surprise in response but didn’t withdraw. Dakota was momentarily stunned by the sheer weight that struck her face and then there was the scent that poured into her nose. It was strong but surprisingly it wasn’t unpleasant. The scent was earthy and masculine and the balls themselves were a bit damp with sweat. She had never done this before but Dakota was compelled to keep her face there. While letting the orbs rest on her face the kingfisher was breathing in the aroma that wafted from them. The more she did that the more appealing the scent became, it was even making her mouth water. 

It didn’t take long for her to get hooked on the musk. It got her curious enough to get a taste as well. Just gently touching her tongue to the sack was enough for her to get a taste and she enjoyed that as well. What was meant to be a light experimental lick became many more to follow. She ran her tongue along the sides and the bottom, covering all the area that she could. Dakota proceeded to lick, sniff, and moan against the sack, giving it her full attention. The more she did the more she wanted. The next step was to start nuzzling against the furry pouch, smearing the scents of sweat and musk onto her own face. 

She kept running her tongue until the entire thing was made even wetter because of her saliva. The next logical step beyond that was sucking on them as best she could. Being on the receiving end of this all, the wolf began to softly pant, feeling waves of pleasure from the anthro’s mouth. The licking and sucking were making him groan. Due to the difference in size between them, Dakota couldn’t manage to actually fit any of the orbs into her mouth. The most she could do was just suck on the surface, getting the even stronger taste of wolf sweat all over her tongue. At first the wolf was on edge but now the anthro’s intentions were obvious. He actually stood as still as he could to not interrupt the worshiping of his balls. 

All of this pleasure naturally led to his cock twitching and sliding from his sheath. This wasn’t unnoticed by Dakota. Her eyes were immediately transfixed on the shaft that continued to ease out, eventually reaching full mast save for his knot. It was twitching hard and already leaking precum. An even stronger aroma reached Dakota’s nose and even from a small distance it was filling her lungs. With her mouth watering even more, the avian reached out and made contact with the canine’s large cock. Just as she remembered, the shaft was hot and already slick from sweat and sheath fluids. Bringing her face in closer also made the scent stronger as well. 

She couldn’t properly hold the whole thing, even with both hands. But that didn’t stop her from moving her hands up and down. The wetness on the length made it easier for her to slide along the canine’s throbbing inches. Responding immediately to the contact, the canine huffed and spread his legs a bit further. While doing this, the precum was getting on her hands, clinging to them. Using that to her advantage, Dakota continued pumping them back and forth while also smearing the precum along. She used the even hotter and slicker fluid as a natural lube to make things easier for her while also increasing the pleasure for the canine. 

Giving the canine more pleasure resulted in him responding with harder pulses of his shaft and thicker oozes of his precum. Dakota was suddenly feeling parched as she watched the fluid ooze out and fall down onto the floor. In her eyes it was a waste and she wanted to fix that. Her hands were still moving but her mouth was free. She moved herself to face the tip directly. Another deep breath was taken, filling her nose and lungs with another heavy dosage of feral musk, before she eased her head in carefully until her tongue was gently touching the pointed tip. 

The wolf was pleasantly surprised by the soft and wet tongue’s slow lapping. Dakota started out by simply lapping over the opening, collecting and cleaning up the precum as it was leaking directly from the opening. The more she licked, the more comfortable she became. More pressure was applied and the licks lasted for longer as well, collecting more of the fluid in the process. Of course pleasure coursed through the canine’s body as the licking became gradually more intense. This pleasure led to a bigger amount of precum leaking out and onto Dakota tongue. She failed to collect all of it and a good amount was leaking from her mouth and down her neck. The kingfisher didn’t mind this as the warmth clinging to her body and the persisting musk kept her senses stimulated. 

Keeping this up led to the precum actually spurting out from the shaft, getting her feathers and clothes hot and messy. She no longer minded the mess that got on her and was actually hoping for more. It wasn’t long before the canine’s musk was all she could smell. But it kept her aroused and it also helped her focus on the much larger mammal. Just the day before Dakota would have been vehemently against any of this but she had come here willingly. 

She kept on licking but took things even further by pressing her lips to the tip. It started out in the form of kissing and doing so was getting her face even messier from the oozing stuff. The taste and smell of him; she just couldn’t get enough of it and opened her mouth to actually take the length inside. Dakota began to push the tip past her lips. That’s when the canine jumped in response. He was surprised but quickly embraced the feelings that came from his shaft being engulfed. But Dakota could only take so much on her own. But it wasn’t enough for the canine. So the feral took it upon himself to start pushing. Dakota groaned around the length as it was sinking deeper. Her intentions were to take things slow but the other creature wasn’t having that. He reached a paw underneath himself to keep Dakota in place while he pushed forward with his hips. This stuffed more of his cock into the anthro’s mouth and even into her throat. Dakota was actually surprised by this. His erection felt even bigger than last time but even more surprising was that she was actually taking his length. Sure her mouth was spread much further than usual but it still completely caught her off guard. She made a muffled sound around it but those sounds were overpowered by the wolf’s own growls and snorts. Another firm push came and all but the now exposed knot was inside. 

The wolf kept himself and in place and that gave her the time needed to adjust to the cock’s size in her mouth and windpipe. The wolf’s paw was still keeping her in place and when he felt the time was right, he began to softly and slowly rock his hips, goading her into sucking him off. Dakota understood and she began to take matters into her own hands, daring to bob her own head back and forth. There was only so much that she could reach and to circumvent that, the canine rocked his own hips in time with Dakota’s bobbing, managing to stuff the rest of his length inside. 

Dakota went along with this and did her best to suck on the wolf’s cock in time with the simple thrusting. While also taking the girth she was running her tongue along the length’s underside. A harder thrust pushed his cock into her throat. The wolf very much enjoyed the added wetness and tightness of the anthro’s throat. A small gush of precum was released directly into the avian’s throat and Dakota was surprisingly quick to drink it down, swallowing around the moving shaft as best she could. 

The wolf was listening to the various sounds that Dakota was making. She was doing a good job of working her mouth in time with his thrusts. He was given constant pleasure and attention, keeping him aroused and riled up. This resulted in more precum being pumped directly into the esophagus, swelling the passage a bit before it was swallowed down. Wanting even more of this, the dire wolf started moving his hips with greater force. He ground his cock against the soft tongue and silky throat walls, huffing again from the feelings that came from this. 

Dakota was talking all of it. Perhaps her orifices were still somewhat loose from the previous day’s various events. Having her head rocked from the force of the canine’s thrusts caused her to groan around the shaft. Somehow she was keeping up with all of this, enduring the stretching and throbbing in her esophagus. While most of it was swallowed, Dakota managed to get a good taste for the male’s precum and felt his cock pulsating even harder. His taste and scent was no less addicting and Dakota found herself still moaning around the girth.  

The canine had become rather fond of thrusting into the kingfisher’s throat. Most of his length was kept in the clenching passage. Dakota’s own control of her throat was getting better with time and he was able to reach further into it. Using his own precum, the wolf was able to slide his cock along the soft walls with ease. The warmth and slickness were added sensations that added to his overall pleasure. He repeatedly reached his cock in as far as it would reach. With the pleasure growing even higher on his own the wolf felt himself getting close to his climax. Instead of slowing down or easing up the force put into his hips, the wolf instead pounded in both harder and faster, pushing Dakota to her limits. She was now feeling overwhelmed, starting to gag and choke against the pistoning shaft. 

A few more hard thrusts were delivered before the wolf reached his peak. He tried but didn’t knot her mouth, instead keeping it pressed firm to the avian’s lips. From his tip came thick jets of seed that were stuffed with force. Even more so than the precum, the seed was hard for Dakota to manage. Both her throat and mouth were being flooded with the canine’s spunk. Dakota moaned against the stuff and tried her best to manage it all but some was already leaking out of her mouth in heavy amounts. She was still moaning while also struggling to handle it all. All of a sudden the taste was something she couldn’t get enough of. The wolf was still humping into her mouth, extending his climax and milking out as many ropes as he could manage, whether or not the anthro could handle it. He finally gave her relief when he pulled his cock free and released the rest all over Dakota’s face. The dire wolf was left panting and a bit muskier from the effort put into the face-rutting. A bit of cum was still leaking from the tip. After swallowing down the last of the cum in her mouth Dakota also noticed that the same shaft was still fully hard. 

She was hardly given any time to collect herself before the wolf pushed her over. The kingfisher caught herself, landing on the cavern’s floor. With the canine’s twitching cock looming before her, Dakota instantly knew what she wanted to do. Being quick to get on her hands and knees she willingly presented herself to the feral. Anticipation was welling up when the tip began prodding at her sex. She wasn’t made to wait for very long. After a few more prods another forceful push was made. Dakota gasped and moaned from being instantly filled with so much cock at once. And there was still so much still waiting for her. As more was eased in the shaft’s heat and thickness became very apparent. About half of it was in now. Sinking in so deep caused a bulge to form in her already slightly inflated stomach. Precum was leaking from the tip again, further lubricating her already dripping sex. 

Having just a bit more than half of the shaft inside was reason enough for both to express the pleasure they were feeling. The bird’s pussy had been loosened by the previous rutting session but it was still snug around his cock. With a growl and first push then pull, the wolf began thrusting into Dakota. The canine’s flesh slid along with ease thanks to his strength and abundance of various fluids. Every thrust in led to a bit more being pushed in. This slow addition was something that Dakota could handle and she was feeling pleasure radiate throughout the rest of her body. She couldn’t see but the bulge in her stomach was certainly felt and it was getting bigger from more of the dire wolf’s cock being inserted.  

The wolf was full into it. If this anthro was willing to give herself to him then he would be taking full advantage. And the feeling of his cock being engulfed by her soft and tight passage. It was even better than he recalled. With so much of his cock already inside the wolf started thrusting faster and the bulge in Dakota’s stomach was rising and falling in time with these motions. Dakota’ body was being rocked back and forth. As even more was pushed into her she was starting to feel the strain. It was the arousal and raw pleasure that kept them there. Another rough thrust finally had the knot pressed firm to her soaked lips. Her moans were paired with the canine’s heavy pants. The canine took great pleasure in sinking all of his inches inside every time, roughly slamming his knot against her cunny over and over again. As he endured this her sex was loosening up and it was becoming easier for her to handle. 

Just as she had gotten used to this, Dakota was surprised by the canine pulling his cock free and poking it against her ass now. 

“W-wait!” Dakota tried to protest but she was quickly cut off. Her own exclamation interrupted her. 

With a single thrust forward the canine was shoving his cock deep into her ass and he was already thrusting inside. Using the same amount of strength as before, the canine forced himself inside to the point that his knot was slamming into her spread tailhole. Dakota was left gasping and shaking from the mix of pain and pleasure. The canine just wouldn’t stop. He was still rutting roughly, being more focused on his own enjoyment than anything else but Dakota was soon moaning out as her senses had caught up with all of the thrusting. The knotted cock was slathered in hot and slippery fluids that greatly helped her. While she felt herself getting close the wolf was still going strong, pushing all but the knot inside of her. Her pussy was still dripping while also having the canine’s precum leaking out of it as well. 

The knot was pressed even closer to her ass, slowly forcing it to spread even wider. The moment he felt the rim expanding and making room for the bulb, the wolf couldn’t resist pushing even more. As he kept this up more and more of the knot was allowed in. While it was easy for him Dakota was again feeling a sense of strain from this. Of course her ass was being forced to spread further than it ever had. While the wolf was groaning and releasing more precum directly into her ass, Dakota was wincing and moaning at the same time. She was feeling a sense of fullness that got stronger still until the bulb finally managed to pop its way inside. 

A few of these thrusts were managed, some being so forceful that the knot was nearly pulled out again. This was kept up until he howled and came hard inside of the anthro. Panting hard and lolling his tongue, the wolf released more waves of potent cum that were being pumped directly into the ass. This caused her stomach to expand more and more to the point that she was looking very much pregnant. But it wasn’t stopping there. Even more was being pumped into the point that Dakota’s stomach was touching the ground while she was still on her hands and knees. The wolf’s orgasm was still lasting and further inflating her body even more. Dakota was still feeling pleasure from this, moaning out as the skin and feathers of her abdomen and stomach steadily expanded further and further out. The seed could be felt sloshing inside of her, a feeling that sent jolts through Dakota’s body. 

The wolf continued to drain his balls to the point that Dakota’s body had become inflated beyond means thought possible. Not only was her stomach touching the ground but her feet weren’t anymore. At this point she was looking like some kind of living inflatable toy but instead of air she was full to the brim with wolf cum. She could feel the heat and weight in her gut but along with that the kingfisher had also been pushed into an orgasm that left panting just as heavily as the canine was. The fully inserted and engorged knot kept them locked together and it also ensured that she would be taking every drop of his seed. 

After enjoying a particularly intense climax himself, the canine collapsed without warning. Being underneath the wolf, Dakota was all but crushed underneath the satisfied dire wolf. Her expanded belly was pressed hard against the ground and cum erupted from her. Rushing up her throat and out of her mouth, the wolf’s excess seed came spilling out with the force of a geyser. It splashed across the ground in front of them. The wolf seemingly paid this no mind as he was quick to roll over while still having his cock inside of the female. It softened enough for the knot to come free and the rest of the length followed suit, spilling out onto the cavern floor. Dakota was finally allowed to bask in the feelings that came from the intense climax she had experienced. She turned herself around and pressed herself close to the canine who embraced her back, wrapping his large paws around her as best he could. Feeling a mix of comfort and tiredness she was quickly lulled to sleep, having her body pressed against a bigger, furrier, and warmer one...