Chris Summers had grown up in what many would consider a position of privilege. He had a loving family who'd saved a sizable college fund in order to secure his future, but when the time came he simply decided that college wasn't for him. He'd grown steadily disillusioned with city life and civilization as a whole, shocking his parents when he took that college money and bought a cabin and plot of land in the frigid wilderness instead, far north of the city that was supposed to be his home. He left without a word, giving no indication of where he could be found. He didn't want to be found. 

	That was a little over two years ago. He'd read every survival book he could get his hands on and initially felt prepared, but as months passed and he roughed it through that first winter he quickly realized that this wasn't the idyllic, Walden-esque life he'd envisioned. It was hard, grueling at times, and if not for the supplies flown in yearly he worried about his ability to survive in the viciously hostile land. 

	Chris waited nervously for that plane, and when it was a day late he remained optimistic. Days kept passing though, then turned to weeks with no supply plane in sight and with winter fast approaching he became increasingly worried. Even the satellite phone he kept for emergencies couldn't find a signal! The 20-year-old looked over the meager rations he had remaining - mostly preserved salmon he'd caught, as well as a bit of rice and coffee that remained from last year's supply plane. There wasn't much meat, which he had an increasingly pressing need for.

	After his first year alone in the wilderness he found himself getting very lonely, so the first supply plane brought him a year-old husky. He named her Autumn, and as she'd grown into a mature dog she really became the perfect companion for him, even if she were sometimes a bit much to handle! 

	Chris looked down at the dog - she was a 'red husky', the fur along her back a rust or copper color blending into the snow white of her chest, belly and face. Sky-blue eyes gazed up at him as her curled tail wagged. He worried about her as much as he worried about himself. She needed to eat meat, and large amounts of it! He'd tried his best to hunt, and though anyone would be stupid to live in this place without a rifle he had no luck. The only meat he managed to bag other than an occasional hare was the salmon he'd net when they were running upstream.

	Autumn whined and he could tell she needed to go outside. The sun was already setting and it was freezing out, so a walk was out of the question. He took her out front and fastened her collar to a rope he kept tied around a tree for just this purpose, heading back inside to continue taking stock of the food situation. He'd check on her in a few minutes, he told himself.

	What was he supposed to do? At this point he might as well hope that a moose conveniently falls dead in his backyard, because other than something miraculous like that happening he felt completely screwed. Ten jars of preserved salmon could be stretched out for maybe six weeks between him and Autumn, if that. Winters here were so long that it often felt like spring would never come. They needed so much more than what they had..

	He was shaken from his train of thought by loud, pained yelps and whines coming from outside. Autumn! Chris grabbed his rifle, the windowless cabin offering him no view of what was happening until he opened the door. What he saw completely shocked him.

	A large wolf had mounted his husky, his hips pumping at her backside as she whined loudly! He was much bigger than her, and as Chris pointed his rifle at the feral beast he noticed that it had a tracking collar. He was fully prepared to come out here and shoot a bear, but he wasn't so sure about a tracked wolf. He yelled loudly to try and scare off the wolf, but that only startled him so that he fell off his mount, the husky yipping sharply as he turned butt-to-butt with her.

	Chris shook his head in disbelief. He felt so sorry for Autumn, keeping that rifle pointed at the wolf in case he became aggressive, but he knew that he couldn't do anything now that they were tied without hurting her. She whined and cried while he quietly whispered comforting praise and apologies to her, until after a few minutes she seemed to calm down and relax. 

	It took another 20 minutes of standing there shivering in the frigid cold before the two canines separated. Just as the last light of day faded the wolf popped out of the husky, Autumn whimpering out a single time as the wild beast ran off, disappearing back into the woods. He quickly collected his canine companion and took her back inside, where she sat and licked at her roughly abused crotch while he tried his best to not watch.

	"I'm so, so sorry girl. I didn't even think that could happen, I didn't know you were in heat. I promise, I'll never let you outside alone again!" He reached down and pet her, and though she had little idea what he was saying she seemed comforted by his words, nudging back against his touch and standing with a happy wag of her tail. Well, at least she seemed unfazed. 

	He laid down in bed, reaching down to pet Autumn at bedside, feeling exhausted and drained from the long day. He laid down and tried to sleep, but there was so much on his mind, so much distracting him that it was hard to relax. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself, but the more effort he put into it the more awake he felt, buzzing energy coursing through him as his nerves refused to rest. 

	The more he tried to sleep the stranger he felt. He had an increasingly hard time justifying the sensations he was feeling as normal, and finally Autumn barked loudly and licked at his hand, forcing him back to full awareness as he opened his eyes and sat out of bed. There was no way he could sleep feeling like.. 

	His vision was blurring and he couldn't seem to see clearly no matter how much he blinked, rubbed his eyes or shook his head. He stood up out of bed and nearly fell over, his feral companion barking loudly again. Oh god, what was happening to him? He looked at his hands and arms as that buzzing sensation got stronger there and led white hair sprouting there. No, not hair.. it was thicker than that. It was fur!

	Chris turned over his hands and watched in shock as his palms were replaced with black pawpads, fingernails growing into dark canid claws. Autumn was running circles around him, barking frantically to add to the chaos while her owner's legs cracked and re-arranged themselves into a classic digitigrade form, his footpaws shifting and growing white fur to match. He screamed out and fell to his knees, having not yet learned how to stand upright on the new anatomy. 

	His shirt felt large and billowy around him so he took it off, watching in shock as not only did white fur grow down along his chest and stomach, but it was dotted with dark nipples that made him shiver when he testingly touched one. He felt a pain in his face and a massive but momentary headache as a snout extended outward, his ears shifting to the top of his head growing canine in shape and perked up just like his husky companion's. 

	He managed to stand back upright on his wobbly legs and it made him realize that he was much smaller than he once was. From 5'7" he now stood at around an even 5' and couldn't have weighed more than 120 pounds. His pants and underwear slipped off and fell down around his ankles while his hips changed shape, broadening while white fur sprouted along his thighs and crotch, tempered by the copper colored fur growing from his flanks.

	Chris yelled out sharply when it felt like something stabbed him in the base of the spine, that stabbing pain quickly giving way to a sensation of outward growth. He reached behind him and grabbed the fluffy, curled husky tail as it rapidly extended from his backside, rust colored on the top with a white-furred underside, just like Autumn's. He let go of his tail as his attention was drawn down to his crotch by an intensely disconcerting sensation coming from there.

	His eyes were now sky-blue like hers, blinking in a sheer incredulous stupor as his cock and balls were drawn up into his crotch, disappearing in the thick white fur there. He reached his paw down between his legs in a panic, feeling at the momentarily barren flesh and fur there before something started to grow out against his touch. Canine mouth hung open in exhausted shock, watching as distinctly female anatomy grew down there, pulling that paw away to see more clearly.

	It only took a matter of seconds for the puffy spade to take shape between his legs, a slit at the center seeping slight moisture making it undeniable that he was now a she! Chris looked down at Autumn and recognized that they were almost identical, only Chris was an anthro husky. A female anthro husky.

	Chris repeated that in her head several times. The female pronouns didn't sit well with her and made her distinctly uncomfortable. What the hell was going on?! She screamed and whined out, Autumn barking along with her. She felt exhausted and more than that, voraciously starving! Hunger overwhelmed her other thoughts for the moment, popping open a jar of preserved salmon and devouring the smoked meat.

	The meat in that jar might've last Chris a week before by herself, but she was so mindlessly hungry that before she knew what she was doing it was gone and she was popping open a second jar, then a third. She ate so sloppily that it left plenty of scraps for Autumn to clean up, but between the two of them the meat was disappearing at a frantic clip. A fourth jar. Then a fifth.

	It took less than half an hour for all ten carefully preserved jars of smoked salmon to disappear into the dog's bellies. Chris would doubtlessly have a lot to deal with the next day, but for the moment sleep was her most pressing need. Sated, she exhaustedly laid out on her bed and passed out. 

**********

	Twenty miles north through the rugged wilderness sat the nearest cabin. It's resident was a man in his early 30's by the name of Logan Sharpe. He'd lived his entire life in the cold, frozen lands of the far north and was in many ways the opposite of Chris. The two barely knew each other, only meeting up once a year to pick up flown in supplies. People didn't generally move to remote wilderness areas to make friends, after all. 

	Logan wasn't bothered by the lack of supplies, he'd have plenty to get him through at least one hard winter, and with his survival skills felt like he could live out here indefinitely - the flown in supplies were a luxury and convenience to him. This was evidenced by the hunks of freshly killed moose meat that he carefully arranged in his outdoor smoker. That alone should be able to get him through most of the winter, he figured.

	He had a rugged, untamed look about him that marked him as a man of the wild. That uncultivated look was further pronounced by the fact that he'd spent the day out hunting and preparing his kill. He finally finished up getting the meat put in the smoker and headed back into his cabin, exhausted.

	The lack of running water made cleaning himself up a chore, resorting to buckets of melted snow to get the job done. He dipped his hands into the cool water to wash them off and as he looked down at them they seemed strangely far away. He tried to shake off the sensation, but then an intense vertigo and fatigue hit him.

	Logan blinked his eyes a few times and then looked back down at his hands which seemed to be changing shape! He thought he was just tired at first, but he couldn't possibly be exhausted enough to imagine this! Grey and white fur sprouted from his arms and the back of his hands, the man frantically scratching at it with growing canine claws as it itched more than anything he'd felt in his life!

	He started growing larger as the itching fur spread over his body. So much larger that the fabric of his clothing strained and ripped, falling off of him in tatters leaving him unclothed but for the shreds hanging off his limbs. The shocked man screamed which cut off in a strangled snarl, a large snout growing out of his face with a big black nosepad at the end, white fur growing down his chest and inner thighs while the rest of his body filled in with grey.

	He kept scratching and clawing at himself, growing increasingly angry and frustrated as his body changed. There were profound changes happening inside of him as well, four times his former testosterone levels pumping through his veins, the pain of his tail shooting out from the base of his spine inciting an uncontrollable rage in him. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his eyes turn yellow, wild and distinctly canine before shattering it with his fist.

	Gazing down along his form he couldn't ignore the changes to his crotch, his balls nearly doubling in size and covered in frizzy white fur while his length turned red with a slick exterior, changing shape to a tapered canine tip as it was sucked into his developing sheath. There was no doubt that he was turning into an anthro wolf, standing on digitigrade paws as he looked down at what were once his feet. 

	The transformation nearly complete, Logan flew completely off the handle. The last of his fur grew in, his canid ears fully taking shape as he was blinded by rage, growling and snarling like a feral beast! He started grabbing and smashing things incoherently, anything he could find with no sense or reason as he destroyed his own cabin at a frantic clip. His claws dug into his bed, shredding the thing as stuffing and fabric was wildly strewn about the room.

	He growled again loudly, shaking his head as he tried to control himself and regain his senses. It was hard, and if he didn't catch the smell of smoke in his sensitive canid nostrils he might not have been able to stop at all. He just barely managed to whip his head around towards the direction of that scent, looking absolutely horrified at what he saw. The wood stove he used to cook and heat his cabin had been almost completely covered in stuffing from his bed, smoke billowing as the fabric burst into flames.

	The wolf looked for something to put out the fire, but it grew rapidly and he'd knocked over his buckets of water in his frenzy! He was in a blind panic as the wood of his cabin started to catch fire and the flames rapidly crept up the wall behind the wood stove. The smoke filled the small cabin, making it so that Logan could only see the intense light of the fire through the haze, hacking and coughing. It was too hard to breathe!

	He stumbled through the smoke in the wrecked cabin, managing to find the door as the heat of the fire singed some of his fur. Tumbling outside into the cold night, he watched in complete horror and disbelief as the flames danced higher, lighting all around him as they engulfed the whole of his cabin. He was helpless to do anything as the entire life he'd known burned to the ground in front of him, watching it burn for hours until only a smoldering pile of rubble remained.

	Not a single thing could be salvaged from the fire. 

	Logan did the only thing he could think of in the moment. He grabbed as much moose meat from the smoker as he could carry and trod through the snow towards the nearest cabin, which happened to be Chris'.

**********

	Chris noticed the smoke rising in the sky when she woke up the next day, but what was she supposed to do about it? She took stock of her situation, having eaten her whole stockpile of preserved salmon in once night, she had no meat left. Despite that she still woke up hungry! Her canine anatomy demanded meat now more than anything, and little other than that would be able to satisfy her. She didn't have a choice - she'd have to try to hunt today.

	She made some coffee to try and give herself a boost of energy as she got ready to go out. None of her old clothes fit her anymore - jackets and shirts were ridiculously over sized while she couldn't pull her pants or underwear up past her broad hips. She quickly finished her coffee and grabbed her rifle, leaving Autumn home at the cabin as she headed outside.

	To her relief she found that her thick fur kept her warm in the biting chill and frigid wind, something that she was thankful for. The way the snow crunched under her bare footpaws was strangely satisfying. She walked off towards a clearing where she'd seen some large game in past seasons.

	Logan finally emerged from the wilderness just as Chris came outside and headed off in the other direction. He wouldn't even believe the husky bitch was Chris if not for what had happened to him, but at this point he was ready to accept almost anything! The fact that Chris was so different and quite notably female gave him pause, and he didn't approach immediately. Instead he buried the meat he carried in the snow and then carefully shadowed her, following with an intense curiosity as she walked off with rifle in hand. 

	Chris walked the half-mile from her cabin to the clearing, trying her best to slowly approach the area. Despite her best attempts at stealthiness the first thing she saw once within line of sight were several caribou running in a panic, stampeding away from her. She quickly raised her rifle and fired a wild shot that came nowhere close to her intended target. The noise of the shot was unbearable as she dropped the gun and fell to her knees, wincing and whining while her ears rang.

	It took several minutes before she was ready to pick her rifle back up and stand on her feet again. She felt completely demoralized by her failure, turning to head back towards her cabin in defeat. She would have felt all the more embarrassed if she knew of the wolf that was following and watching her!

	Logan saw every last bit of the shameful display of hunting 'prowess' from the husky. He'd come to Chris for help since his cabin burned down, but what could she possibly offer him? His judgment told him that he should just leave and not burden himself with someone so incapable, but a strangely sweet scent carried on the wind made him change his mind as he watched her. He felt bad for her, like he should help or protect her somehow. He didn't realize it was her scent that was affecting his judgment as he snuck back ahead of her towards the cabin.

	The husky felt absolutely defeated as she walked back home. It made her feel even worse that she wouldn't have anything to feed Autumn tonight. Just as she was thinking she'd have to sleep on an empty stomach that night the scent of freshly smoked meat entered her senses, accelerating the last few paces back to her cabin to find a sizable hunk of moose leg laid out on her doorstep.

	She looked one way then the other, snapping her head back and forth as her ears swiveled, but she couldn't see or hear any signs of life. It was obvious that the meat had just been put there recently, but she was too desperately hungry to question the mysterious gift, picking it up and heading inside.

	Autumn wagged her tail, happy to see Chris. Her demeanor hadn't much changed since her encounter with the wolf and her owner's change, something the anthro husky was extremely grateful for. The feral dog was the one thing that still seemed the same in her life. She reached down to pet over her ears, but the non-anthro made it apparent she was much more interested in the meat!

	"Oh, you want some of this, huh? Do ya?" She smiled and tore off a hunk, waving it in the air for a moment just out of reach before dropping it to the floor where it was eagerly gobbled up. "Good girl." She praised her pet as she helped herself to a big hunk of the partially smoked moose meat. Sometimes the wild game had been a bit hard for Chris to stomach, but that meat tasted like the best, most satisfying meal she'd ever had. 

	She laid out in bed as the sun began to set outside. The days were so short in the winter here that if you wanted to get anything done in the light you had to be quick about it! She heard the wind whipping outside - probably a snowstorm coming in. She saved some of the smoked meat, but it'd only be enough to feed the two of them another day at best. Hopefully the storm would blow over quickly.

	Autumn whined up to her and she reached over to tenderly pet over the length of the feral husky's back, giving her a pat on the rump. "We can't just eat all the meat now, even though I know you want to.. sorry." The non-anthro seemed to have something else in mind though, perhaps triggered by that pat to her backside. She turned away from Chris, lifting her tail and looking back over her shoulder, haunches raising to show off the dark, puffy spade between her legs. 

	Chris was a bit baffled and shrugged, patting her on the rump again, "I don't think I can really help you with that.." She offered as she looked at the dog's heat-slick vulva. "Unless you want me to put you outside and hope that wolf comes back. You might think you want that but trust me, you really don't." The thought trickled into her mind and lingered there, though. No, she wouldn't put Autumn through that again, but the image of that wolf on top of her, pumping and grinding his hips was something she couldn't get out of her head.

	A strange, foriegn pleasure jolted through her body and she noticed that her paw felt wet. It took her a moment to process that she'd stuck it down between her legs and was rubbing over her bare sex! She blushed in embarrassment at the realization how much it looked like Autumn's, swirling her paw against it in small circles that made her moan out quietly. Her slickness down there built rapidly as she tested and teased herself, a digit pressing into the slit at the center of her spade that made her quiver in response.

	Chris stopped herself and pulled her wet paw from between her legs. God, it was so hard! She realized that she must be in heat just like the feral dog. Ugh! She couldn't let herself keep touching herself down there, a remnant of her human sensibilities rejecting the act and anatomy alike! She sat up in bed and grabbed a book to try and distract herself, struggling to keep the images of that wolf from running through her heated mind.

	There was a knock on the door, followed by several more as Autumn barked in excitement. Chris stood to attention - who could possibly be at her door now, at night and in the middle of a storm? She slowly opened the door, holding it firmly against the whipping wind outside as a much larger anthro wolf pushed in past her. She slammed the door shut, leaving the two canines safely inside, staring at each other awkwardly.

	Chris spoke first, "What..? Who are.. ?"

	The wolf opened his large maw, "I.." but before he could continue he paused, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the thickly potent scent lingering in the cabin, looking down at the husky with his wild eyes. "I'm Logan. My cabin.."

	The husky's bright blue eyes opened wide, "Logan! Shit.. I saw the smoke. I'm so sorry.."

	He gruffed and shook his head, "It's okay. I'll stay here now." He was having a hard time focusing, the words just slipping out of him.

	Chris was taken aback by how direct he was, "Well, maybe you can stay through the storm, but after that.."

	Logan cut her off with a stern growl that shook the husky to her core, "You can't hunt. There's no more planes coming. You need me." He said as he walked over to her bed and laid out on it comfortably. "You'll die out here alone."

	The husky opened her muzzle to respond but she knew that he was probably right, and all she could do was choke out a soft, "Okay.." as she was forced to swallow her pride.

	The wolf grinned, seeming pleased with himself. He tossed her one of the pillows from the bed then rolled over to face away from her, "Good. I'm tired, need sleep. Talk later."

	Chris felt so confused by how suddenly everything had just happened, she had no idea how to process it let alone react! Logan was now a big wolf who'd completely taken over her bed, leaving her to lay out on the floor with a lone pillow as her feral companion curled up next to her. The scent of his bare masculinity tickled her nostrils and affected her canine hindbrain, helping her to feel strangely comfortable in his presence as she got used to inhaling that musk with every breath. It took a while, but eventually she managed to fall into a sleep that was plagued by heated, feverish dreams. 

**********

	Logan slept deeply in his exhaustion, at least initially. He'd expected to pass out until daylight, but to his surprise he woke up after only a few hours, tossing and turning back and forth in the unfamiliar bed as sleep eluded him. The potent scent of the bed and cabin was having an effect on him, and he found himself sniffing at the husky's pillow while he hugged it to his chest. Those heavy pheromones made him wantingly grind his bulging sheath down against her bed, smearing a slick mess over her sheets.

	He looked down at the husky sleeping on the floor in the unlit cabin, wolfish eyes able to see perfectly well in the near darkness. She was laid out on her belly, the wolf licking his lips subconsciously as her spread thighs gave him an inviting view of the wet, puffy spade down between her legs. He groaned as his hips once again humped down against the bed. The wolf wasn't even fully aware of what he was doing as need sprung into action, dropping down to the floor and moving up behind the husky like a predator stalking his prey.

	Chris was still asleep when a paw firmly grasp around the base of her curled husky tail and roughly yanked her haunches up off the wooden floor, startling her awake with a yelp! She looked around the room but couldn't see much of anything in the dark, her night vision nowhere near as good as the wolf's as his masculine musk completely permeated her senses. The husky bitch was given no time to react or process what was happening before a cool nosepad pressed in against her bare spade, sniffing deeply as hot, huffing breaths washed over the sensitive anatomy. 

	The wolf was nearly intoxicated by the husky's heated scent from up so close, his big tongue roughly stroking over the length of her vulva repeatedly, swiping into the slit at the center and making her quiver and moan. The firm grasp on the base of her tail kept her squirming hips in place as she let out a needy sounding whimper and nudged her haunches back against his snout, triggering deep instincts in his canine hindbrain.

	She was dizzied by the pleasurable waves that his broad tongue sent coursing through her body, struggling for words as she panted and huffed desperately. It wasn't until the wolf's snout disappeared from between her legs and she felt his paws gripping down around her haunches that she started to realize what was happening. He moved so quickly though, his weight pressing down over her back while he eagerly huffed right into one of her ears, giving it a firm nip and growl that send a shudder up her spine.

	His paws wrapped down around her pulled her hips back until she felt the wolf's larger haunches covering hers followed by a slick firmness nudging insistently up against her bare spade. A sudden panic struck her, but she was held tightly in place by the aggressive wolf as his hips shifted against her backside. She cried out in the darkness, "L-Logan?! I can't.."

	He wasn't even hearing her words, though. A dominant growl silenced her as he took the scruff of her neck in his teeth, a jolt of pleasure surging in his loins as his tip caught in the husky bitch's entrance and he eagerly ground his hips forward. The first inch or two sunk into an intensely tight, grasping heat until his bristly furred sheath bunched up against her outer sex, groaning in ecstasy above her.

	The husky bitch was quelled into submission by the dominant growls and bites triggering some of her deepest instincts, ducking her head low and whimpering quiet subservience even as the wolf's bare tip wedged into her unclaimed breeding tunnel. Her muzzle hung open in an uncontrollable pant, unable to resist her canine drive to squeeze her hips right back against the wolf. His arousal kept growing inside of her, applying steadily increasing pressure against her slit while he used her spade to peel his sheath back from the rapidly emerging wolfhood. 

	Logan gave her no time to adjust, pulling his hips back and roughly rutting his bitch in firm, urgent thrusts before his length had even fully grown. She yelped and winced at those first few thrusts stretching her deeply as the wolf eagerly took her, rocking her back and forth beneath him while his dull claws dug into her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her. His heavy balls loudly smacked against her stretched vulva, the lewd wet sound ringing in her ears.

	She wanted to cry out, wanted to do anything to stop him from finishing what he started, but every thought she could manage was fleetingly replaced by the feel of another jolting thrust sending intense pleasure rolling through her body! Every growling huff and every pump of the wolf's hips further devolved her ability to think coherently until she felt like nothing more than a feral bitch, claimed and bred by her dominant alpha. The overwhelming pleasure built rapidly until she started feeling an unknown urgency, high-pitched moans and cries escaping her completely unbidden.

	The wolf grinned with a deep sense of satisfaction as her hips erratically jerked and rolled back against his impaling length, the intense heat of her canine sex perfectly snug as it wrapped down around the matching shape of his tapered wolfhood. She was so intensely tight, gripping down around his cock as he felt his knot rapidly growing in size. He gave a few stiff jerks of his hips, growling into her ear as it lodged behind her pelvic bone and kept ballooning inside of her, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation of her muscular sex clenching down around the sensitive bulb. His hips kept rocking and jerking in short thrusts, slowing his pace from the initial frantic frenzy as his big panting tongue hung out of his maw.

	The husky bitch was completely at the wolf's mercy in the vulnerability of her heat, his big knot swelling and stretching her out massively as it pressed right against her clit, making her toes curl as she scraped her claws along the wooden floor. It was all she could take, her moans turning to yowling whines as she was completely rocked by her first climax as a female, shaking and convulsing beneath the wolf as he held her in place. In the dark cabin her vision flashed bright white light with each overwhelming wave of pleasure that shot through her, the wolf's hips slowing and finally stopping their thrusting as he grit his teeth and snarled above her. 

	Logan had never felt a pleasure so deeply satisfying in his life as the way the climaxing husky's breeding tunnel squeezed down around his knot and massaged his whole length in powerfully rippling contractions, keeping a firm grip on his prize as he shuddered against her and started pumping her full of potent wolf seed. His hips jerked, tail stiffening behind him with each pulse and spurt that flooded her fertile womb, letting out a deeply contented sigh as he set about the time consuming task of empting his balls into the husky bitch.

	Her peak wasn't nearly as long lasting as the wolf's and it was only a moment before her cries of ecstasy quieted to panting whimpers, riding out the last pleasurable waves before she became acutely aware of the massive bulb painfully stretching her insides. Yelps and loud whines rose out of her as she winced and struggled, able to feel that huge canine cock twitch and jump inside of her with each intensely hot spray of wolfcum splashing against her cervix. His huge balls were pressed right up against her stretched vulva, pulsing as they delivered their potent load directly to her waiting womb, seeking out the ripe ova there and seeding her with new life. 

	"L-Logan! Did you just.. shit! Fuck!" She cries out in a near panic.

	The wolf seems unfazed though, nuzzling into the nape of her neck and nipping at one of her eats with another firm growl as he responds. "Shhh, shhhh. It's okay."

	The simple words and actions silenced her to quiet whines until she adjusted to that big knot stretching her and fell silent, all the while intensely aware of the way his big wolfhood kept pulsing and throbbing as her powerful vaginal muscles did everything they could to completely drain him.

	He huffed above her, tenderly licking at her ear. "Mmmm. Good girl." 

	She couldn't help the way her curled husky tail wagged at the simple praise, unable to see the wolf's predatory grin as his canine brain instinctively knew that she was nothing more than his bitch now. 
	
**********

	The two slept surprisingly well on the floor that night. When she woke up, Chris felt more relaxed than she ever remembered feeling until she remembered what had happened.

	"That was a really bad idea." The husky said as she looked towards the large wolf.

	Logan shrugged back at her, "Maybe. Probably. I didn't hear you complaining, though. Little bit late to start now."

	She looked down at the floor, glancing at her stretched spade on the way down with a blush. "Yeah, I guess so.. What do we do now? If I'm.."

	The wolf looked down at her thoughtfully, moved over and wrapped his big paws around her, resting his snout on top of her head. "We'll deal with that. I'll take care of you, I promise."

	She felt strangely comforted by his words and felt compelled to bury her snout into his chest fur, breathing in his masculine scent that both excited and relaxed her. She shook her head and looked up to Logan in a moment of clarity, her sky-blue eyes gazing into his wild yellow irises. "This is pretty fucked up, right?"

	He just laughed and nodded down to her. "Yeah, it is."