Heh yeah, I bet you never thought you would see this anytime soon, a small little squirrel dominating a big Wolfess and even blowing his load inside her AND surviving all of it too :P
Well sometimes this is what happens when you loose a bet though, Skate knows his weather, He's been living outdoors for many years and has learned a thing or two about weather patterns. And it looks like this skill has just won him a bet with this Wolfess that he keeps hanging around.... because why not? She seems to like the squirrel ;)
And look at that cute expression on Skate, He is absolutely loving being able to dominate the Wolfess for once!
I also love the low lighting I did in this drawing too, I think it looks really nice actually ^^
Drawing is done by Me, and the story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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The Bet
It was cold outside.
Well, in all honesty the word 'cold' didn't really even do it justice; it was freezing outside. Petrifying. Arctic. The wind howled like a tortured wolf as it blew over banks of fine powder snow, driving fragmented flakes deep into the cracks and crevasses of a lonely mountain spire that stuck up from the undulating planes like some sort of ominous black monolith. A storm whirled about it, coating the dark grey rock in a sheen of ice, thick grey clouds blocking the sun and only adding to the diminished visibility the whipped snowdrifts produced.
Deep, deep inside the rocky outcrop creatures hid. A number of large eagles nested in its upper reaches, where twigs and sticks had blown or been carried. Now many were frozen to their perches, trapped beneath a blanket of encasing white. Lower down, on the flat rocky floor of the deepest crack in the stone two other figures stood. There they were almost completely protected; snow had blocked most of the entrances, leaving the air to sit and warm slightly, free from the wind. It was cool, quiet and secluded. Not the most comfortable of habitats, but by far preferable to anything else within a hundred miles around.
The first figure was a small, brownish squirrel by the name of Skate. He was very nearly an ordinary squirrel, except for a remarkable talent at predicting when snowstorms would arrive. This talent had just now allowed him to win a very important bet; one that allowed him, in theory, the complete control over the other individual present. This was a large, white wolfess several times his size. The only issue was that as a very small, very fragile and very edible rodent he didn't actually have even the slightest hint of the authority needed to force compliance with the wager. It was entirely possible that he'd be told to go sit on an acorn and be left with nothing to show for his victory at all. On the other paw...
“So, looks pretty stormy out there.”
“It does.”
“Which means I win.”
“That's true.”
“Which means you have to do what I say.”
There was a long, silent pause as the two stared each other down. The squirrel was secretly exceedingly excited; he hadn't been immediately shot down, which meant his partner was considering her options. There was, of course, no way in hell that she, a proud predator, would relinquish any sort of real control to a mere squirrel. But on the other hand they both knew that what he had planned would be a great deal of fun for the both of them. And she very much liked messing with his plans. The challenge hung in the air, unspoken.
The canine's expression was kept carefully blank and hard to read. Slowly however it began to shift. It was seldom that she smiled; most of the time her teeth were bared in snarls. But very gradually a definite grin overcame her features, dim light glinting off of two long rows of pointed teeth as her lips pulled back. It wasn't a welcoming gesture by any means; it was very reminiscent of the grin of a skull, cold and hinting of death. The squirrel's heart skipped a beat; the challenge had been accepted.
“I guess so, if you're competent enough to lead for more than two minutes.”
Two small squirrel paws were rubbed together with eagerness. (And to warm them, numb as they were.) She probably had some sort of plan to try and undermine his victory, but he too had a few ideas to spice things up. The pair had been cohabiting for some time; they knew each other's tricks, more or less, and had a considerable amount of fun vying for dominance. The squirrel seldom won of course, but it wasn't about the destination so much as the journey. He smiled confidently, perfectly sure that he could handle whatever was ahead, wherever it led.
“Alright then. I think we both know what I want and where this is headed.”
“Oh really? Well I suppose this won't last too long then.”
There was a derisive snort from the huntress as she rolled her eyes. She faced away from the buck, taking large, exaggerated, backwards steps towards him until she was only a few inches away. With a huff she dropped her forequarters, leaving her rump jutting upwards, pushing it into his face, tail curling neatly over her back. Her voice positively dripped with sarcasm and mockery.
“Well, hurry up, not that you ever do anything else. I suppose I can spare thirty seconds.”
Skate smirked and dismissively flicked the broad white flank with a paw. Of course; exactly what he had expected. It was far from an unwelcome development of course, and he was sorely tempted to pounce, just to see the reaction of the predator to such a straightforward approach, but it would be a terrible, terrible waste to squander such a unique opportunity on something so vapid. He wanted to draw things out, have a little more fun.
“Hey now! Just 'cause you're begging for it, doesn't mean I am. Back off a bit. I wanna see you dance.”
“Dance?”
“Pretty sure you heard what I said; your ears are big enough. We both know how much you're into this ya dirty bitch, so why don't you show me just how badly you want it?”
There was a suppressed growl; the squirrel was pushing his luck, but then he always did. It was exhilarating to see just how far he could go, even, especially when he went too far. Nevertheless the wolf seemed to accept his command, her muzzle bearing a tense grin; almost, but not quite, a snarl. This was where the game really began; where things started to heat up. Skater was actually quite curious, as squirrels tended to be; White had all the grace and charm of a thrown brick, seeing her even try to dance would be very amusing indeed.
She stood up properly once more, adopting a thoughtful pose as she considered how best to approach the situation. Finally she started to pace in slow circles around the buck, carefully avoiding his gaze. Slowly this turned into a figure-8 pattern as she moved in towards the brushtail, stepping quickly past him to circle once more. With each pass she drew closer, until her fur was just tickling past his,the merest hint of contact. Ever so glacially her passes slowed, growing longer and longer each time. Eventually she was rubbing past, leaning into the smaller male, almost pushing him over as she did so.
Her pace changed too; now she was stepping up behind him on each pass, so he got a good view of her hindquarters each time she walked away. She swayed her rear invitingly with each exaggerated pawstep, her creamy flanks undulating back and forth as her entire body moved with the rhythm of her walk. The buck good a good snoutful of her scent as she passed, her tail occasionally flicking to the side to tap him on the back of his head or flick teasingly under his muzzle. It wasn't exactly the most seductive of moves but it was enticing enough.
“Hhhhnnnn...”
On one final pass her padding steps slowed even further, coming to a halt just in front of him. There was a pause, drawing out for long seconds as the wolf pretended to be distracted, not noticing the buck, before two forelegs stretched out. Their claws unsheathed and their toes curled as, for the second time that day, the predator's front end dropped towards the floor in a mimicked stretch. It was a slow, almost sensual movement as the wolf's body elongated, her paws scrabbling languidly at the cold stone as they inched ahead, making quiet scruffling noises. Once again her rear was raised for the squirrel, tail down demurely this time, tucked almost submissively between two snowy thighs.
Finally White's hind legs began to stretch backwards too, parting slightly as one passed either side of the small squirrel, leaving faint scratches on the ground inches away from him. This lowered the huntress' entire body towards the floor, as if she were lying down. The shielding curve of the surprisingly short tail drew closer until it only just brushed the very tip of Skate's nose. There was another long pause as the two stayed in position, the wolf's body tensing and relaxing slightly as the stretch was drawn out and enjoyed. Kept this close the buck could scent finer details to the powerful canine musk that almost radiated from the white flanks and assaulted his delicate senses. In his position he could feel a vague warmth and a trace of pheromones hinting subtly at the sex, and more importantly, receptiveness of his partner. His pulse rose as his body began to respond; ancient instinctive pathways lighting up as memories of other encounters flashed through his mind, dipping in and out of awareness like a sunlight reflecting off the scales of a salmon deep in a mountain stream.
With a sudden sharp movement the canine pulled herself upright once more; at the same time her tail uncurled, its tip slapping solidly against the buck's chest and quickly flicking upwards under his chin and off the end of his muzzle as the predator stepped briskly away as if nothing had happened. However, after taking a few steps she turned smoothly, almost pirouetting on her hindpaws as she made her way back to the male. She stopped once more, a few feet from him, and repeated her stretch from earlier, facing him this time. Her pale form moved like cold maple syrup, seeming to flow forwards with smooth slowness as her forepaws crept inch by inch either side of the squirrel. Her head lowered down until her chin was almost touching the floor demonstrating surprising flexibility for one so large.
The long, narrow muzzle tucked neatly between the sitting squirrel's thighs as it was pushed forwards, first lightly, then firmly nuzzling into his crotch, gently forcing his legs apart. At that level White and Skate were now nearly eye-to-eye, the buck even able to look down slightly on his partner. The soft, black tip of her nose was damp and slightly cool. She inhaled slowly, scenting the buck as she drew in a long, deep breath, holding and analyzing it; picking apart its familiar details. Then, with a low, deep yawn the icy muzzle gaped open, just a crack at first, then wider as the jaws parted and revealed the ivory fangs within, showing them off to their fullest extent. A large, flat tongue pulled back, its tip curling almost into a circle as the yawn went on. A warm, embracing burst of hot exhalation rushed over the squirrel, brushing through his fur as the canine snout finally began to close, teeth clicking together with the most quiet of snaps.
White was laying down completely now, and her forepaws shifted, pulling together and gripping his sides, holding him in place, even dragging him slightly forwards. Once more the huntress inhaled his musky scent, her muzzle burying itself more deeply into his fur, pressing up snugly against a full and heavy pair of nuts, its brad curve rubbing over a swollen sheath from where a pink tip was slowly emerging. This time the wolfess exhaled straight through her nose, directing the warm air right over the emerging member, the forceful stream of humid heat caressing and brushing over it, encouraging it to emerge further, drawing another inch from its hiding place.
Once more the broad snout opened, just enough to permit the flat pinkness of a tongue to emerge, slipping out between pointed teeth to brush over white fur, as if straightening it as it curled and curved over the very end of the canine nose. Completely by coincidence its underside just so happened to brush against the squirrel and his buckhood, a wet warmth lingering there for several seconds before it withdrew, along with the nuzzling muzzle. That and the sudden chill of the cool air on wet fur was enough to finish the buck's rousing as his length now stood, twitching proudly between his legs. A large, flat paw was pulled back, raised up and left hanging just above the buck's crotch. The wolf's digits splayed and wriggled impishly as once again a long, pink tongue emerged and lapped delicately at it, as if grooming; slicking it with saliva before it moved towards the ready shaft. There was a moment of confusion from the squirrel; given their size differences a standard pawjob was surely out of the question. This feeling evaporated as the pointed cock was slipped smoothly between two splayed fingers, the silky hidden fur there skimming softly over warm skin. The buck hissed at her touch, sucking in a quick breath between his teeth. Her paw was soft, almost unbelievably soft.
“H-holy shit.”
“Mmm. Not all of my paw touches the dirty ground squirrel.”
The paw moved sedately down, clenching slightly and squeezing the trapped length as it did so. The pace was slow and even, each firm, powerful stroke taking a score of seconds; a vicelike pressure that revealed the superior strength of the canine as she rather expertly pawed off her mate. On each downstroke she was even able to extend her claws, the wickedly curved talons brushing harmlessly through dark tan chestfur, leaving broad trails in it and just barely scritching across the skin. It was an unusual experience, but a remarkably pleasurable one.
“Come on now, I can’t be doing all the work here, at least move a lit- Yeah. Like that...”
Skater began to buck slightly, pressing up into the paw as it stroked him, his own reaching forward and gripping the larger, holding onto it weakly as the satiny sensation of soft fur brushed against him again and again. To his further surprise the snowy muzzle dipped down, pressing softly over his tip as it stuck out between the milking digits. There was a sensation of sucking wetness as it closed around the very end of his length, further working him, his pleasure and arousal rising. However, before things could go too far, the paw pulled away and, with a quiet *slip* his shaft was pulled free; left once more to quiver in the cool air. The huntress' head slowly lay down once more, leaning against the cold floor. Two icy-blue eyes looked up at the brushtail, wide and eager and sparkling with hidden mischief. There was a whine, high, quiet and needful that the buck was surprised to find hadn't come from him. This time her words were quiet, almost begging.
“Please squirrel... please fuck me...”
It was all an act, of course; he knew it instinctively. But a damn convincing one; one he couldn't resist. Without any further words the canine stood up, pulling away for a second and turning around before settling down once more on her haunches. Once more the buck found himself facing a broad, snow-furred flank just a few inches away and so very, very accessible. His suspicion increased as her bottlebrush tail slowly swept to the side, raising very slowly and curling almost all the way over her back; forming a near perfect circle as it lifted. This left two very warm and inviting holes exposed to the eager male, ofering him prime pick. This was unusual; she was never, never this companionable. Something was being planned.
It didn't matter; there was only one way things could end now; resistance would only make the experience more interesting. Skate stepped forward and, with a quick leap, jumped up and grasped two pawfuls of coarse, white fur. This allowed him to scrabble somewhat clumsily atop the broad curve of the canine back. It was a welcome change from the cool air of his surrounds, soft, warm and inviting. He could feel her moving under him, muscles tensed, even the beat of her pulse and the rise and fall of her breathing. He pulled himself up and over, until his chest was laying flat against the gentle curve of her tail. This forced it further down, almost pressing it flat against her back as he pulled tight, pushing himself snugly against the warm coat. He was tempted to grip the base of it; he could wrap both paws around it if he tried, but it was prone to wagging and could easily shake him lose. Instead he let it curve under his chest and tuck neatly beneath his chin. He could bury his nose in the tailfur if he wished and in fact had related plans.
“Alright, since you asked so nicely. But no funny business now; I want you to be a good girl and take it nicely. Remember the bet.”
His entire body was now curved neatly over the broad rump of his partner; he could not simply curly his hindquarters around until his hips met hers. He'd already selected his target, ignoring the tight pucker for the warmer softer mound of an exposed and ready canine sex. As he pulled closer his rigid shaft kissed against an already moist and furiously hot swell of exposed, sensitive skin. It tucked neatly between the two soft lips as he and adjusted his position a little. He felt a shift beneath him as his partner moved her stance slightly, helping guide his throbbing dick into her. Skate actually licked his lips in anticipation as he felt himself slip inside her slowly, feeling her gently clench around his member. She smiled and closed her eyes, as he leaned forward to deliver a firm bite to her tail, exploring her fur with his paws and her pussy with his squirrelhood. She gasped softly, almost inaudibly as as he hilted, their hips meeting for the briefest of moments before he pulled back.
“Haaa... Alright then, pup. Show me what you can do.”
The squirrel grinned; usually he'd be more considerate but this time... this time was just for him. If his partner wanted any fun she'd have to fight for it, as she often did. He began to move back and forth at a steady pace, focusing on his own pleasure as he thrust. He must have hit something sensitive however, because she suddenly let out a shuddering sigh and moaned. He shrugged and continued working the spot, moving his hips in smooth, circular motions against her sensitive walls. She responded by growling deeply and giving him anther internal squeeze. In response he laughed and bit down once more on her exposed tail, grunting possessively.
“I think you mean 'who'; come on now, I know that connected, be a bit more vocal hmm?”
Even then his partner made no move to oppose him; simply standing still and breathing heavily. It was obvious she was enjoying the experience, but she was almost never so quiet. It was vaguely unnerving but any lingering feelings of doubt were quickly dispersed as he continued to buck away; he was pressing into what seemed like endless warmth, soft, enveloping and welcoming. It caressed against his shaft with no resistance like a blanket of slick heat that seemed to draw him in somehow, encouraging him inch-by-inch to go deeper, harder, faster. Perhaps this had been White's plan; she was making absolutely no effort to encourage or dissuade him, almost, but not quite, as if he weren't there at all. Yet her body was reacting, he could feel it; her inner walls quivered and rubbed against him, a hot wetness spreading across his fur and the potent scent of female arousal growing ever stronger between them. Her softlips pressed aginst his sheath at the peak of each buck, almost sucking on his entire length as he buried it deep. His pace picked up as his arousal grew and he began to pant heavily, tongue hanging from his mouth as his heavy sack swung lower, filling with potent seed.
All of a sudden there was a growl from his mate and a sudden pressure as she clenched around him like a vice. She almost jumped to her feet, pulling the squirrel up with her so he was now several feet from the floor as he rode her. Skate gasped as he was almost forced out for a second, responding by gritting his teeth and pressing back more firmly. That was more like it; he had learned to expect at least some resistance to his actions. Yet even this was more like encouragement than anything; the huntress was incredibly tight when she tensed up like that, her walls pressing hotly in on his length from all sides. Every thrust buried him to the hilt in an excruciatingly tight passage as he roughly grabbed pawfuls of fur and nipped and bit eagerly at his mate. She was unfazed, barely noting his attacks with the occasional pleased grunt. The increased stimulation led the buck rapidly to higher and higher peaks of arousal, sending him quickly to the edge. It would be quick, it would be dirty and it would be all him. And he was looking damn forward to it.
The wolfess was obviously not even close, but she was holding within her a firecracker that was about to explode, and it needed her urgent attention. She licked her lips, trying to keep her breathing in check as the smaller male jackhammered into her, turning her head to face him and smiling at the intense expression of concentration on his face. His eyes were squeezed shut with effort as he plowed into her as hard and as fast as he could, not stopping or breaking pace for a single second. Tightening his grip around her hips, he pushed farther and farther in with every stroke until there were loud slaps as his hips met hers, a heavy pair of squirrel nuts slapping wetly against her sex at the apex of each rough bucking. Now climbing the final peak before his inevitable climax he gave another deep, primal growl before pulling almost all the way out, as the wolf felt his very tip slicking past every inch of his impressive reach as he withdrew. She joined him in squeezing her eyes shut, groaning loudly against the flickers of pleasure lancing throughout her whole body. She was beginning to warm up but the squirrel gave her no time to rest. He slammed himself back in hard, drawing a loud yelp from her lips, before thrusting in and out at a feral pace with quick, violent movements.
“Hnnn! Alright bitch, here we go. I'm gonna leave a big mess in ya!”
After a minute or so of that relentless pace, he yanked himself out and shifted to the side slightly, catching his breath and pulling back from the brink as he held himself just out of her, leaving her insides burning wetly and eager for more. She moaned again as the buck resumed jamming himself inside her to continue his pleasant game. Over and over he did this, fucking her as hard as fast as he could, only to pull out and let himself calm down a little bit, all the while relishing the cries of pleasure from his partner. This drew out his climax but he couldn't hold off forever. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she felt his muscles tighten and he thrust as deeply as he possibly could. Still watching every moment of his furious breeding, tensing her body against every thrust she locked eyes with him, knowing his climax was mere seconds away, and growled.
“Alright, squirrel; fucking mark me! Mark me with your seed! Come on!”
As she uttered those words she forced her body relax; every last bit of resistance melted away as her sex drew him in once more clasping around his cock like a velvet glove. His eyes shot open in surprise and pleasure as he murred, his mind going blank. He was completely unsure of what had just happened and whether or not he was the dominant one in that moment. Quite possibly that wasn't the case anymore as he whimpered and dutifully obeyed the shouted command as his fuckstick jerked and spasmed deep within her. He didn’t vocalize very much as he came, he just looked deeply into her eyes as she grinned back at him in triumph. She did like being in control, even if not in the usual sense. His cock shuddered and thrust as his orgasm started, a burning torrent of seed seeming to well up from deep within him, rushing through his shaft with powerful pressure, moments from bursting free.
He let out his breath as his first spurt streaked from his tip, firing deep within her welcoming depths; every last drop of it accepted by her tight passage. It was only a few seconds, but the sheer, overwhelming sensation he was experiencing at that point made it feel like so very much longer, and endless plateu of pleasure before the second burst was finally released. His thick seed painted his mate's inner walls in sticky white heat as load after load was released from him, pouring out and into his partner who took every single shot with ease. The pulses were punctuated by his soft grunts, the electrifying tightness in his balls as they drew up tight, emptying completely into his bitch. Still there was no resistance, just and endlessly accepting warmth that milked and drained him, wordlessly begging for his jizz and taking everything he had to give.
Finally the bursts slowed and stopped, the occasional quivering of inner walls gently massaging his dick and drawing out the last few weak shots of cum into his mate. For a minute or two the buck simply lay there, numbly gripping his partner's flanks and staring dumbly into empty space. Slowly he caught his breath and his senses returned to him as he felt the full-body warmth of afterglow; only added to by the hot bitch beneath him and the encasing warmth still around his length. He sighed and nuzzled contentedly against the soft tail, still tucked neatly beneath his chin. He felt that he could almost fall asleep right then and there, though he was concerned he might simply fall off.
He wasn't exactly sure just how long he enjoyed the seemingly endless stretch of post-coital bliss; he may have indeed fallen asleep at one point, there was no way to tell. But eventually he forced his heavy eyes open and tried to focus on his mate, who was still looking at him, grinning widely. This bought back a buried confusion; she hadn't finished; she hadn't even been close. And she'd made no move at all to ensure she did; it had all been focused on him. That was incredibly generous and even more suspicious. He carefully withdrew, holding on tightly with paws that were stiff and tired with expended effort before slowly lowering himself down her body and getting shakily to his feet before her. His curiosity was killing him now; he hadto know why she'd been so unusually accommodating.
“I don't get it.”
“I'm pretty sure you just did, or is your memory really that bad?”
“No, what's your deal? You did exactly what I said. You hardly even tried to mess with me.”
“That was the bet wasn't it?”
“Yeah, but what are you up to exactly?”
“Oh nothing really. But since you ask...”
The powerful predator turned to face him, stepping forward, her head low to the ground, at his eye level. As she did so her grin grew wider and wider. Eventually her muzzle pressed insistently into his chest and slowly pushed him over onto his back. Once again their gazes locked as a pair of cool blue eyes filled his entire vision, commanding his attention as the huntress spoke. Even as her words sounded in his ears he could feel a growing warmth in the room and a certain subliminal insistence that told him the day was far,far from over.
“...you've had your fun, now it's my turn. So hold on tight because I'm gonna fuck you into the floor.”
A shadow fell over him as the wolfess loomed above. She continued to step forward, gracing him with a view of her underside as she did so. Eventually her hindquartrs were positioned directly above him. Staring up he could see she was still wet and eager, a glistening drop of need slipping down off of her sex as he watched, splashing onto the ground next to him as she once again began to crouch, pinning him beneath her larger form. He was overwhelmed with soft fur, blocking out the feeble light and smothering him with soft warmth as a heavy weight bore down on him. He had a definite feeling, as his hard shaft poked and prodded against something soft, that he wouldn't be getting free anytime soon. It didn't matter, a few hours of being ridden would almost definitely be a whole lot of fun.
In fact he'd bet on it.