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This is all to get Skate ready for an important mission though, He will be going undercover to spy on the flying forces, He really doesn't fully understand why, but He does know it is important to the White Wolf for him to do so, and if Skate is smart he better just do what she says :P

Anyways the Undercover Drawing and Story will be coming later today, so keep an eye out for it.


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Enjoy ^^", "writing": "[b]Preparations[/b]\n\n\n\"Are you there? It's time, you'd best not keep me waiting...\"\n\n\"Wait what? No it's not, it can't be!\"\n\n\nThe surprised, and somewhat muffled voice bounced back and forth between the stony walls of the deep crevasse it had originated from. There, near the floor behind a very large, very old and very dry fallen log a small brown squirrel shook himself to attention, curled up as he was in a cozy, makeshift shelter that he'd managed to put together over the past few weeks. It wasn't much, mostly sticks and old leaves and half-eaten pinecones, but it was one of the few spots he could get any privacy. As bone-dry as the log that walled it off was, it was still [i]far[/i] too heavy for anyone to move. And, more importantly, it left an opening too snug for anyone but him to get in or out of. It had been a real find. Of course it was as much a cell as a castle; if he stayed there he could defy anyone, but he couldn't go out for food. And it wasn't exactly warm and comfortable either; there were nicer places to sleep, but if he wanted continued access to those he had to earn it. So it was he obediently scurried out and into the more open cavern outside.\n\n\"Are you suggesting I am wrong...?\"\n\n\"Uh... no?\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\n\nSitting sternly on the stony floor before him was a large white canine whose form dwarfed his own. The wolf bitch looked sternly down at him, her coat seeming to glow in what little dim light made it so far down, her eyes glinting like a pair of diamonds as they roved over his diminutive form, scanning and evaluating it. The buck had been... impressively durable and remarkably adaptable in his short stay, vastly outperforming the idiotic birds who also shared their environs. It had thus occurred to the wolfess that he might be very valuable in her continual search for an advantage over those who had wronged her. (Which at that point was nearly everyone.) \n\n\"Then I certainly hope you're ready.\"\n\n\"Well... yeah. A bit nervous but-\"\n\n\"Nervous? Whyever for?\"\n\n\nThe squirrel fidgeted, his tail curling defensively in front of him as he fiddled with a tuft of fur at its tip, something he always did when nervous, which had been often since coming into contact with his... partner. She positively [i]loomed[/i] over him, many times his size and with a love of intimidating people. He could swear she leaned forward instead of sitting straight, just for an extra effect. Truth be told he was almost more nervous staying than leaving, something he dared not admit out loud, though the wolf probably knew it anyway. He decided to be diplomatic; flattery had got him everywhere after all. (Including, often enough, places he'd not really wanted to be.)\n\n\"Just... this is real big. I mean... I don't want to fail you.\"\n\n\nThe canine didn't quite purr, it was surely impossible for her to do so. But the soft growl she emitted in response was near enough as made no difference. She grinned widely, lips curling up and showing the tiniest hint of ivory white teeth. It was, more or less true, though the squirrel was trying to butter her up harder than a herd of cows. It was the sort of reply she enjoyed, flattering, transparently false and ever so slightly uncertain. The squirrel [i]was[/i] far too much fun to keep around, success of failure she was going to enjoy herself later she knew. But before then there was the actual mission and of course the pre-flight prep, such as it was. Her gaze drifted downwards slightly, subtly noticing the buck's morning wood, unnoticed by the male and already retreating as he wakened.\n\n\"Oh I'm sure you won't, you wouldn't dare. However, just to make sure I think we need to give you a little edge.\"\n\n\"An... an edge?\"\n\n\"Indeed. I fear I've neglected a few things this past week, preparing for this very important outing of yours, and we have just a few little exercises to go over to make sure you're in the right frame of mind to handle things.\"\n\n\nThe bitch fell forward with considerable grace, her forepaws stretching out in front of her as she sort of tilted, her chest flattening out onto the ground leaving her sitting partially upright, like a sphinx. Each massive cream paw stopped barely an inch from the brushtail, who hadn't even flinched. He was used to such things by now. What she had said was an understatement; the past seven days had been a flurry of plans and instructions, as well as 'training' to overcome one of his major weaknesses - being too easy to catch. Initially he'd simply been escorted to the snowbanks outside and run down repeatedly, chased over the white, wintry landscape until his lungs felt like they'd burst, only to be pounced on and effortlessly driven into the cool powder by a massive paw, the whole process repeating until his tail was numb and his paws sore. Later they'd moved back to the crevasse, where there were rocks and sticks and things to dart behind and hide in, though never for very long given the cunning of his 'trainer'. He'd been poked, knocked, kicked and bit repeatedly. The only consolation was that his speed and agility had improved markedly, they'd had to or he might have been devoured out of sheer frustration. Concerned about having to endure yet another bout of agility training the squirrel looked nervously at the canine before him, the claws tapping almost impatiently on the cold stone floor , making a series of quiet clacks as she continued to look him over. He looked slightly queasy as a surprisingly short but fluffy tail began to wag behind her, seldom a good sign.\n\nThe exact relationship between the two was... complicated. The white wolf had, for reasons she'd refused to elaborate on, never really stuck with her own kind, only occasionally dropping by her brother's pack. When he'd disappeared and they had fled, leaderless into the tundra she'd been left utterly alone, until stumbling across the crevasse and the eagles which called it home. They hadn't been much consolation of course, being notably stupid and obtuse, and the arrival of the squirrel had provided the only entertainment and conversation worth having. This had ensured his survival when he rightly should have been reduced to a small pile of bone dust, but it didn't mean he was exactly among friends. The birds mostly ignored him but it was impossible to tell whether the canine viewed him as a toy, a tool or a companion, or possibly all three. This made predicting her behavior impossible.\n\n\"Are you sure... I don't want to be tired when I-\"\n\n\"Come on, you know the drill...\"\n\n\nShe batted her eyelashes at him in what would have been a seductive manner if it weren't belied by the icy cold of her gaze. The male hesitated for a long, long moment... then stepped forward almost reluctantly, marching over to stand closer in front of her. The biggest problem he had was that the bitch had a tendency to treat everything like a game, if not outright foreplay. While it had been lacking in the past week it hadn't been at all uncommon in recent memory for the huntress to simply pounce on him seemingly for no reason, hold him down and have some fun. Or to awake to her attentions and amused expression, smirking at his inability to do anything. Still it served to soften the impact of his situation; it was a lot easier to overlook being chased down by a vicious, snarling predator when that inevitably led to her squatting over him already impaled on his cock, moaning with lust.\n\n\"...are you sure we shouldn't skip this? I'll be setting out in like an hour.\"\n\n\"That's plenty of time to recover.\"\n\n\"Oh. Oh good...\"\n\n\nA large, flat paw raised and moved forward slightly, its digits flexing, slowly advancing until it bumped against the underside of the brushtail's light-furred ballsac. The canine wiggled it for a moment, gently toying with his balls and causing him to give an almost inaudible whine. The sudden change of focus bough his heavy cock to his attention, twitching with arousal despite the possible danger and the predatory strength so very close to his pupmakers. He hadn't been aware he was aroused at all, though it made sense, he often was on waking. Now his flagging shaft was quickly bought to stiff attention as he was played with. His heart pounded in his chest as the paw drifted slightly higher, teasing his stiff length. Much to his relief it seemed the training his partner had planned would be a little more... sedate than he'd feared. He almost relaxed. Almost.\n\nHis gaze moved upwards, taking in the situation. The canine looked strangely elegant in the dim light. Though he'd never admit it her body always seemed somewhat oddly proportioned, thin and slightly lanky, all paws and head. But it was also well-toned; it was easy to miss it beneath her well-padded curves, her coat rough and thick, obscuring finer details. But when she walked, the sway of her hips was almost intoxicating, if you dared pay attention to it. She moved like a burlesque dancer, with a deep knowledge of her body and the power that it held over others. With her forepaws reaching for him, the female was almost inviting him closer. She ran a digit along the underside of his shaft, and watched his eyes drift to meet hers.\n\n\"Now spread your legs...\"\n\n\nThen nudged him insistently, tapping her paw teasingly against the male’s inner thighs. He tried to avoid thinking about the total number of times that the huntress' furred digits had poked and prodded and explored his nutsack over the weeks he'd been around, but he was pretty certain that it was well into the thousands over several dozen encounters. And even now, with the benefit of experience, there was no telling how this was going to play out. The squirrel was, as always with White Wolf, uncertain; but he did as he was told, putting his paws behind his back, holding on to his tail. She did hate it when they got in the way. He gazed down at the length of canine's bare foreleg: long, sleek and powerful. His eyes swept up across her impressive body, and his member throbbed once more, now as hard as stone. A single bead of pre glistened at the tip of his dick.\n\nThat, of course, was the flipside. His partner was big, loud, domineering and vicious, but at the same time she had given him constant amorous attention. Even then her attitude could win out; often taking meticulous care to never let him cum. Every now and then, the predator took her time to stroke his dick 'til it was diamond-hard, or to suck on him until his head spun, or to ride him to the very edge of release only to back off and watch him squirm. On some days, she’d do all three. Of course she'd never minded much if he finished the job himself... when she'd let him up of course. Sometimes she had him put on a little show for her viewing pleasure. And then again sometimes she was only teasing, waiting until he'd given up hope before diving back in and giving him the orgasm to end all orgasms, blowing his mind (and pipes.)\n\nJust the memories made him twitch, his loins burning with desire as his partner slid more forward, her head dipping down and towards him; the wet, black tip of her nose getting ever closer. Both paws gripped him, one holding on to a foot, the other pressing against his stomach, pushing him down until he was lying flat on his back, his arms pinned beneath him. He craned his neck to look, able to see the massive canine head sitting squarely between his thighs, framed by his legs and tender paws as the pointed muzzle tucked neatly between them.\n\n\"Now.. count 'em.\"\n\n\nHe had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen now, as the wide maw opened slightly, breathing hot puffs of air over him, ruffling his crotchfur as the very tip of a flat, pink tongue peeked out between rows of pointed ivory teeth. The aim was to hold back, as long as possible. The goal was a count of thirty, though he hadn't made it that far very often. And after a week of no attention... The wolf's mouth opened wider, her tongue slowly lolling out, dropping briefly before flashing back upwards with a soft, fleshy smack as it made contact.\n\n\"Nnnf!...\"\n\n\nThe squirrel gasped, not quite ready for the first lick. The contact was swift and sudden, almost a slap as the warm roughness pressed in against him. He'd been distracted, a weakness of all squirrels, ignoring the sensitivity in his crotch, but that first lap rekindled it in a hurry. He shuddered from head to tail as an all-too-familiar sensation bloomed in his gut once again, heat flowing through him. The wolf pulled her tongue back slightly, still keeping it softly pressed to the bottom of the male’s ballbag, grinning wickedly, words coming insistent but slightly distorted.\n\n\"Count 'em, or else I might lose count and have start over.\"\n\n\"One...\" \n\nLick.\n\n\"T-two....\"\n\n\nThe buck groaned reluctantly as a hot wetness brushed slowly over his furred orbs and up along the underside of his shaft, sending bolts of pleasure through him. The first few were quick, they always were, but would get longer and more teasing as things progressed. The wolf’s tongue drew back folding over itself and curling, dipping back into her muzzle to spread the male's musk, scent and flavor; coiling in preparation for another strike. The predator watched her partner’s gonads dangle for a moment, not quite touching the ground, admiring their heft. After so many days of denial they really had filled up nicely.\n\n*LICK.*\n\nThe squirrel's rear was lifted into the air slightly as the wet pinkness caught his left nut squarely, tucking under and lifting it up towards his sheath. His head jerked forwards sharply, but he managed to stop himself before he could fully curl over or buck, his hips tensing as the lap continued, tongue slathering up and over his cock once more, leaving it glistening with saliva and throbbing in the cool air. With grit teeth and visible effort, he forced himself to straighten; she liked his resistance, it was encouraging. He gasped, his breathing already rapid.\n\n\"Th... three...\"\n\n\nUsually this sort of training had been mostly tolerable, even on those occasions he hadn't been allowed to finish Teasing and denial wasn’t exactly fun, but were seldom kept up for more than half an hour, and he was more often than not rewarded with some toe-curling blowjob work. But now though, the combination of blue balls and sore paws was really taking a toll. The past few days had found him waking up hard but with limbs too stiff to properly jerk off and a full schedule of training ahead. He hadn't climaxed so much as once the entire week. His nuts — naturally large, but not absurdly so — seemed to him to have an extra size and fullness to them, as if the mounting pressure, both physical and mental, had thrown them into overdrive. And his was exquisitely sensitive all over.\n\nAnd to his credit, as the licks went on and on he pushed through. At some earlier point the male had learned how to lay there and take it, even as every nerve in his body lit up at once like a passionate firework. There was something oddly satisfying about the whole experience. Sure, his cum-stuffed balls were being teased and toyed with by lick after lick after lick. Sure, he could feel every detail of every impact, his testicles bobbing and shifting under the constant ministrations, his cock twitching and flicking as a slick pink serpent coiled around and milked it. Sure, there was a deep, throbbing pressure deep in his gut, emanating from the rigid shaft that was being so mercilessly stimulated. Yet somehow even as his partner worked ever more slowly, putting ever more care and attention into every lap, his body trembling with every contact as she sought out his weak and sensitive points, he found a way to detach and ride the rising pleasure.\n\n\"N-nineteen...\"\n\n\nGood thing, too, as White Wolf had no interest in holding back — not even now, an hour before he went out on his all-important intelligence gathering mission. The predator's tongue was even starting to grow tired, and so she switched to pawing him: slightly less precise, but no less pleasurable. With her left paw gripping him tightly to hold him in place, her right began to rub up and down his pointed meat. It was oversized and cool from pressing against the floor, but the soft fur and slightly yielding pawpads were pressed down onto him with far more force, almost squashing the air from his lungs as his cock was pushed down into his stomach, even drifting over his soft orbs. Her sleek form shifted slightly, fur gleaming like silk as the buck squirmed.\n\n\"T-!! T... tahh...\"\n\n\nThe male’s eyes had glazed over somewhere around lick #8, but the sudden change in pressure and sensations had caught him off guard and broken through the fog. His pupils shrunk to pinpoints as the coarseness of the large paw brushed unflinchingly over sensitive skin, the oversensitivity taking his breath away. He stammered incoherently, panting, voice tinged with just a hint of frenzied panic. Behind his back, his arms quivered. Watching her plaything intently the female raised her eyebrows.\n\n\"Hmm? Didn’t hear that.\"\n\n\"T-tweaaagh... T-t-twenty!\"\n\n\nThe squirrel squeaked, his voice leapt briefly into the soprano as he was held down, a canine paw rubbing briskly and repeatedly over his shaft. His legs had already been quivering and shaky, but suddenly they wobbled violently, his entire body struggling where it was pinned. It was as though the buck had been absent for the past few minutes, and had just now noticed what was happening to his body. There was no reassurance at all from the predator as she met his gaze with a quick smile before looking back down at her targets. She paused to rub a single digit against his cock,a large, blunt claw tickling it almost gently, giving the male a few seconds to recover. Despite his best efforts at holding back he was now spurting pre like a leaky faucet. She pressed his drooling length up against his stomach, two fingers splaying around his engorged shaft as she gave it a slow stroke or two.\n\nThe buck made an inarticulate noise, half gasp and half whimper. At the female’s touch, his whole body went taut like a wire, pressing up against her. Though it seemed, somehow to be an eternity ago it had only been a week since his last orgasm, yet the male was desperate to unload the massive numbers of swimmers he had managed to build up in his oversized spunk tanks. He thrust his hips weakly to match the wolf's motions, his eyes starting to glaze over again. Of course, the his partner had other plans. Her tongue now rested she narrowed her eyes, grinned and let her tongue flick out again, pressing it up into the low-slung gonads once more.\n\nThe brushtail made a sound like a feral animal — a guttural moan of desire that bubbled up from deep in his throat. A fresh explosion of overwhelming sensations shot through his abdomen, his nervous system flooded with signals as his companion lavished his pupmakers with fresh attentions, not letting him rest for a moment. Still, in the brief pause he'd had from the slick, wet warmth, he seemed to have regained control, laying back down against the hard ground. After a moment he stuttered, clenching his paws into tight fists.\n\n\"...T-twenty-one...\"\n\n\nSatisfied, the huntress gave him another second to recover. She watched his testicles bounce gently from the aftermath of her lick, bobbling about for a short moment before they quickly settled back into place. She gave the buck's cock one more rough stroke, then withdrew her paw, leaving his member to throb visibly in the open air. The squirrel groaned at the loss, and at the needy, almost aching desire that now radiated outwards from his groin. His hips bucked forwards and backwards in a few short spasms, as though unable to decide whether he wanted to get closer to his partner or move further away.\n\nThe wolfess watched knowingly, a broad smile on her lips. This was a view that she had become intimately familiar with from their many, many 'paws-on' sessions. She was the closest thing he had to a mate, after all, and she owed him her full attention. For as long as he'd been resident near her it had been endless, [i]endless[/i] fun trying to break him... well, not to [b]break [/b]him as such, but to push him to his limits and beyond. And now of course, with such an important task ahead, he'd need to be especially ready and clear-headed for any challenges he would face. And the wolf knew her opponents well now, she was a keen observer. And all her observation had taught her a few key things.\n\nFor one she was far from the only female around. As an expert cocktease she knew how easy it was for a male to get derailed by any odd sweet thing. It would be a good bet the buck would come across at least one while infiltrating enemy territory and he'd need to be able to resist the lure of tarrying, or worse giving up vital information. So she simply needed a little prep-time before the big mission to thoroughly drain the guy's tanks. Her techniques were harsh, but he had agreed they both wanted to make sure he was prepared. It had almost been more than the male could handle before, but somehow he had toughened up and pulled through this time. He was only ten licks from his goal... she'd have to make more effort.\n\nAs the canine drove another firm lick up over her partner’s spunkmakers, letting it rest almost limply over his throbbing cock, she took a brief look up and down the length of the squirrel's body, evaluating his physical condition at a glance. He was stronger now for sure, both physically and mentally. Hours of chases and dodging had brought increased attention and speed, and hours with her had taught him how to persevere through almost anything. She'd also had an unprecedented chance to practice and hone her own seductive techniques; tiny though her compatriot was, all males were the same deep down.\n\nLick.\n\n\"Twenty-seven...\"\n\n\nThe brushtail gasped, his voice wavering. He felt an incredible sense of pressure, a burning need for release only barely kept at bay. His gonads felt heavy and impossibly full, like they had swollen to the size of coconuts. Every instinct in his body told him to simply let go to buck and thrust and burst forth, but somehow he managed to ignore that. Through the pink haze of lust, he focused on the harsh grin between his legs, the canine almost willing him to break, to submit to her advances. He fought back gamely. With only a few licks left, the wolfess was trying her best to make each one count. She pulled him slightly closer with both paws, getting him into a slightly better position to attack as she now positioned her muzzle over him, sniffing hotly at his soaked crotch, tongue extending.\n\nLICK.\n\n\"T-Twenty-eight!\"\n\nThe squirrel's eyes bulged and he sputtered immediately on contact, as if the words had been pressed out of him. He shuddered, bending forwards just slightly. A heavy paw pushed him back down even as he tensed, gritting his teeth, stifling a slutty moan. His nuts churned and his cock felt like it might burst forth at any moment, leaking a constant stream of pre that did nothing to alleviate the almost unbearable pressure.\n\n\"F-Fuck! Nnnf! I'm gonna make a mess on you... bitch!\"\n\n\"Two more, come on now you dirty little squirrel...\"\n\n\"Twenty-nine!\"\n\n\nThe penultimate lick was fast and forceful, flicking over his exposed shaft with rocketlike speed. The buck almost barked his words, hindquarters lifted far enough to almost curl around before she pulled back, letting his rump land heavily on the ground, still tingling with pleasure and the press of contact. His balls felt like they might just supernova, a deep heat held within them and threatening to burst forth. The male was unable to keep his paws behind his back any longer — and yet somehow, he still managed to keep them away from his groin. Both arms trembled at his sides as his mate moved in for her final assault.\n\nHonestly the wolfess was having fun. The strange faces that the buck made always got progressively funnier towards the end of each playtime, and she found that seeing him so vulnerable was incredibly hot. It was rare for her to get to the end of a session without feeling quite flushed, and today was no exception — a warm feeling had been growing inside her for some time now. Indeed it was almost a shame to bring things to a close, especially since he was so obviously pent up. After this who knew when another opportunity like it would arise? She was really going to miss this, but was equally intent on enjoying every last second while it lasted.\n\nWith an almost wistful sigh, the predator drew her tongue back, her paws holding the buck down, firmly spreading his legs and leaving his tasty squirrel meat fully exposed. Her entire body grew tense, muscles bulging in anticipation, as if ready to pounce — and then she gave one final lick, long, strong, hot and slow across the soft orbs, bulging sheath and dripping prick. It continued up the heaving chest, mussing the fur there as her tongue curled and stroked.\n\n\"Thirty!\"\n\nThe squirrel squeaked properly this time, stars exploding at the edge of his vision. Unable to restrain himself any longer he curled forward and grabbed the extended paw of his mate, his claws digging into her coat in a weak attempt to pry her paw off of him, to give him room to buck and thrust. His knees began to buckle and his paws kicked uselessly at the air. The bitch felt her arousal spike as the squirrel clung to her bare leg, but their training wasn’t quite over yet. She watched him closely, her free paw moving up and laying heavily on his sensitive sac, pressing down firmly enough to get his attention, even through the fog of pleasure in his mind, wriggling her digits once more, massaging his orbs both sensually and slightly threateningly.\n\n\"You made it... but no making a mess just yet... or else.\"\n\n\"Ahhh... nnhh…nghhaa...\"\n\n\nThe buck babbled almost incoherently, trying his best to obey her commands. For a few seconds he couldn’t even think. All he wanted to do was to buck, to breed, to shoot forth and splatter his hot seed over the grinning visage before him. But weeks of drilling had taught him how to focus, even when so close. With incredible effort, the male managed to hold off climax one second... then two... then three... until somehow, he managed to calm the raging firestorm of desire. With a shuddering exhale, he straightened as much as he could, his arms falling loosely to his sides. His eyes were wide and unfocused, almost unseeing, but after a few slow blinks he seemed to come to, and his gaze eventually settled on back on the canine now looming over him once more.\n\nThe wolf gave him an approving nod, barely noticeable as her paws withdrew from off of him. She glanced down at the his groin, taking quick stock of his condition after so thoroughly working him over. His light-furred ballsac, tucked neatly beneath her outstretched paw, had drawn tight around his heavy nuts that were now hot and wet both with her licks and the copious pre he was steadily producing. Just above that, the his stiff member begged for attention, still desperate for the bitch’s touch even after her relentless assault. He hadn’t cum for a week, after all. That was forever in squirrel terms. Somehow the predator's grin became even more impish as her paw moved up slightly, fingers splaying apart around the base of the squirrelcock, squeezing it gently, almost gripping him by it as a large muzzle dipped down and she finally wrapped her moist lips around him.\n\nThe squirrel cried aloud, in a voice that was equal parts elation and surrender as an all-encompassing warmth surrounded his needy length. His paws flew immediately to the sides of her broad muzzle, as much for something to hold onto as something to buck into. After the complete torture of the past few minutes, the contrast of blissful wet suction around his long-denied length was utterly overwhelming. His knees shook. His life was in her paws now. And in her mouth. Oh fuck yes, her mouth....\n\nShe took him easily, looking up at the trembling buck. Many, many previous sessions had given her an opportunity to hone her blowjob technique into an art form, even given the massive size difference between the pair. By now, she knew every telltale twitch of of his body, every breathless moan, every throb of his cock against her tongue. This was what she lived for, the ultimate pleasure. There were few things hotter than breaking down buck one teasing lick at a time, only to build him back up into an orgasmic frenzy afterwards.\n\nFor a second she let go of the base of his member, sliding the paw back around his waist to grab his tail, pushing him forward even as he bucked into her.Her other paw scratched roughly along the ground, leaving long grooves in it as her claws dug in. He was barely touching her and she wasn't touching herself, but the entire situation was so blindingly arousing he feared she might actually climax from it. But like her partner she was good at holding back... and she'd have to, at least until after the mission was complete. The hunter purred around her lover’s dick again, squeezing her lips together as heat spread quickly through her.\n\nThe squirrel was utterly helpless. His entire crotch had been drawn into the milking muzzle now, the massive, teasing tongue slid against every inch of him. He babbled something incoherent, groaning and gasping and clinging to fistfuls of her muzzlefur, torn between lust and joy. Every time the bitch swallowed his full length, her muzzle bumped up against his balls. In any normal situation he wouldn’t have even noticed, but with his gonads so thoroughly teased and toyed with, even the most gentle jostling sent new bolts of electric desire up his spine. He could hardly believe that it had only been a single week of denial, his body was desperate for a chance to blow. He teetered in place, slowly and painfully inching towards orgasm as time ticked by.\n\nHis partner was loving every second on the other hand. She yipped in pain and pleasure as the male yanked at her fur, growling happily. Her head-bobbing grew less controlled, more uneven. She leaned further forward. Her eyes squinted shut. The squirrel whined — a high, desperate, wordless whimper. He lay frozen stiff except for his raging hard-on, which twitched in desperate fits and spurts, just a second away from release. A single stroke more, and he would paint the her white; muzzle, face, stomach... all covered in rope after rope of squirrel spunk. One more stroke...The very tip of her tongue found that of her partner's length and circled rapidly around it in fast, tight circles, and the heat built, and built, and built, until finally—\n\n\"FFFF-FFFUCK YES! OH YES!\"\n\n\"Mmnnmmh...\"\n\nThe female tensed as a wave of bliss rippled through her, her cry of ecstasy only slightly muffled by her buck's cock. She arched her back, pushing down hard against the him as he continued to rub and thrust against her tongue. The sight of her favorite toy writhing in orgasm was enough to bring her right to the edge. He moaned, his full pupmakers finally preparing to unleash their pent-up load. His vision started to go black at the edges. His hips twitched of their own accord. He howled loud and long as the dam finally broke, an influx of pleasure flooding out into his dick, permeating the entire volume, making it throb madly in the throes of an explosion of bliss. From there the pleasure poured into his balls and then infused his whole body, every muscle and every patch of skin burning with flames of passion.\n\n\"Oh yes! Take it! Take it bitch!\"\n\n\nThe burning pleasure was so much that he felt as if he wanted to explode, and explode he did, a massive blast of seed firing from his cock and pouring into his partner. A seeming geyser of cum followed, bursts upon bursts of jizz that splattered hotly onto the welcoming tongue, only to be quickly lapped up. The flow only increased from there as what felt like a lake of cum emptied itself. And still the pleasure did not abate one bit. All the cum the buck was emptying out didn't decrease the pressure that was building up all throughout his body, no matter how much sticky seed sprayed from his meat. And the more essence that filled the wolf's maw, the more greedily she milked him. He almost blacked out from the sheer intensity of the climax, squeaking with pleasure and panting heavily, tongue hanging out.\n\nIt was only after the initial burst had ceased that his hips jerked and he slammed his cock in and out, pulling it almost entirely out of the wolf's muzzle before hilting in it again and again. And so he just kept on thrusting, sawing every inch of his fleshy lance in and out of the accepting muzzle, even his heavy sacs popping in and out with a little noise every time it entered and exited. Being past the peak of his climax the buck was extra sensitive, so the added stimulation soon had him firing bigger globs of warm cum into hit mate's mouth. All the while the bitch simply lay there, used to the incessant thrusting. Crotch slammed against face, cock smashed against tongue, the squirrel's attempt at dominance really was hot as fuck, and she had no qualms about egging him on. When she wasn't swallowing bursts of hot squirrel seed she was working his tip with her lips, her tongue, everything she had. And no matter what, she was doing her best to suckle and slather the his entire length for every long minute the climax lasted.\n\nAnd then, with a quiet gasp, she released him, his cock sliding free from her lips in one smooth slurp. The hunter swallowed a final time and took a deep, shuddering breath, leaning backwards and placing her paws back on the ground for support. She blinked a few times as an afterglow began to settle over the buck. Her eyes slowly focused on his pointed shaft, still pointed at her face like a firecracker ready to explode. One last, long lick made him whimper incoherently as he was cleaned, leaving almost no trace of the previous half hour.\n\n\"Haah! Haah. Haah.\"\n\n\"Oh fuck, that was... fuck...\"\n\n\"Well said. And that should certainly prevent your hormones getting the best of you when you're out.\"\n\n\nThe buck lay flat on the ground, as if his body were pinned to it. His fur was damp and slightly mussed, but aside from that there was little outward sign of what had just transpired. The canine was back to siting on her haunches, looking down at him with a satisfied and very smug expression. And yet there was something slightly off about her... He wasn't sure if she'd climaxed, the sheer intensity of the experience had made it impossible for him to keep track. But if she'd held off she'd be incredibly needy right now. She reached out to wrap her paw around his thick shaft once more, large paw moving slowly forward and down, already splayed for two digits to give it the lightest of squeezes. She gave the length one slowww stroke, rubbing it against her soft fur. She grinned as she felt a forceful throb between her fingers, followed by a series of smaller twitches and tremors — a telltale sign that her buck, as exhausted as he was, was not yet completely drained. She pulled back one final time, letting him get to his feet. She’d gotten used to this routine too, coaching the addled male into getting up, either for another go or to finish some chore. It was cute, watching him slowly come out of his pink-misted trance.\n\n\"Just think, it’s going to feel so very good when you fuck me after you come back.\"\n\n\"When... I get back?\"\n\n\"Of course. When you get back, and [b]when[/b] you succeed you'll need a proper reward. I should be all warmed up by then and I'm thinking you'll breed me like the horny stud you are until one of us passes out.\"\n\n\nThe buck nodded. She was definitely needy now, holding off until her advantage was secured. He knew well he'd need to recuperate quickly; the canine got incredibly demanding when she needed it and by the sultry tone of her words the little buck knew he'd have a big job ahead of him, once his mission was complete. He tried not to think about it; he had other things to worry about, the day was just beginning.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Preparations


"Are you there? It's time, you'd best not keep me waiting..."

"Wait what? No it's not, it can't be!"


The surprised, and somewhat muffled voice bounced back and forth between the stony walls of the deep crevasse it had originated from. There, near the floor behind a very large, very old and very dry fallen log a small brown squirrel shook himself to attention, curled up as he was in a cozy, makeshift shelter that he'd managed to put together over the past few weeks. It wasn't much, mostly sticks and old leaves and half-eaten pinecones, but it was one of the few spots he could get any privacy. As bone-dry as the log that walled it off was, it was still far too heavy for anyone to move. And, more importantly, it left an opening too snug for anyone but him to get in or out of. It had been a real find. Of course it was as much a cell as a castle; if he stayed there he could defy anyone, but he couldn't go out for food. And it wasn't exactly warm and comfortable either; there were nicer places to sleep, but if he wanted continued access to those he had to earn it. So it was he obediently scurried out and into the more open cavern outside.

"Are you suggesting I am wrong...?"

"Uh... no?"

"Good."


Sitting sternly on the stony floor before him was a large white canine whose form dwarfed his own. The wolf bitch looked sternly down at him, her coat seeming to glow in what little dim light made it so far down, her eyes glinting like a pair of diamonds as they roved over his diminutive form, scanning and evaluating it. The buck had been... impressively durable and remarkably adaptable in his short stay, vastly outperforming the idiotic birds who also shared their environs. It had thus occurred to the wolfess that he might be very valuable in her continual search for an advantage over those who had wronged her. (Which at that point was nearly everyone.)

"Then I certainly hope you're ready."

"Well... yeah. A bit nervous but-"

"Nervous? Whyever for?"


The squirrel fidgeted, his tail curling defensively in front of him as he fiddled with a tuft of fur at its tip, something he always did when nervous, which had been often since coming into contact with his... partner. She positively loomed over him, many times his size and with a love of intimidating people. He could swear she leaned forward instead of sitting straight, just for an extra effect. Truth be told he was almost more nervous staying than leaving, something he dared not admit out loud, though the wolf probably knew it anyway. He decided to be diplomatic; flattery had got him everywhere after all. (Including, often enough, places he'd not really wanted to be.)

"Just... this is real big. I mean... I don't want to fail you."


The canine didn't quite purr, it was surely impossible for her to do so. But the soft growl she emitted in response was near enough as made no difference. She grinned widely, lips curling up and showing the tiniest hint of ivory white teeth. It was, more or less true, though the squirrel was trying to butter her up harder than a herd of cows. It was the sort of reply she enjoyed, flattering, transparently false and ever so slightly uncertain. The squirrel was far too much fun to keep around, success of failure she was going to enjoy herself later she knew. But before then there was the actual mission and of course the pre-flight prep, such as it was. Her gaze drifted downwards slightly, subtly noticing the buck's morning wood, unnoticed by the male and already retreating as he wakened.

"Oh I'm sure you won't, you wouldn't dare. However, just to make sure I think we need to give you a little edge."

"An... an edge?"

"Indeed. I fear I've neglected a few things this past week, preparing for this very important outing of yours, and we have just a few little exercises to go over to make sure you're in the right frame of mind to handle things."


The bitch fell forward with considerable grace, her forepaws stretching out in front of her as she sort of tilted, her chest flattening out onto the ground leaving her sitting partially upright, like a sphinx. Each massive cream paw stopped barely an inch from the brushtail, who hadn't even flinched. He was used to such things by now. What she had said was an understatement; the past seven days had been a flurry of plans and instructions, as well as 'training' to overcome one of his major weaknesses - being too easy to catch. Initially he'd simply been escorted to the snowbanks outside and run down repeatedly, chased over the white, wintry landscape until his lungs felt like they'd burst, only to be pounced on and effortlessly driven into the cool powder by a massive paw, the whole process repeating until his tail was numb and his paws sore. Later they'd moved back to the crevasse, where there were rocks and sticks and things to dart behind and hide in, though never for very long given the cunning of his 'trainer'. He'd been poked, knocked, kicked and bit repeatedly. The only consolation was that his speed and agility had improved markedly, they'd had to or he might have been devoured out of sheer frustration. Concerned about having to endure yet another bout of agility training the squirrel looked nervously at the canine before him, the claws tapping almost impatiently on the cold stone floor , making a series of quiet clacks as she continued to look him over. He looked slightly queasy as a surprisingly short but fluffy tail began to wag behind her, seldom a good sign.

The exact relationship between the two was... complicated. The white wolf had, for reasons she'd refused to elaborate on, never really stuck with her own kind, only occasionally dropping by her brother's pack. When he'd disappeared and they had fled, leaderless into the tundra she'd been left utterly alone, until stumbling across the crevasse and the eagles which called it home. They hadn't been much consolation of course, being notably stupid and obtuse, and the arrival of the squirrel had provided the only entertainment and conversation worth having. This had ensured his survival when he rightly should have been reduced to a small pile of bone dust, but it didn't mean he was exactly among friends. The birds mostly ignored him but it was impossible to tell whether the canine viewed him as a toy, a tool or a companion, or possibly all three. This made predicting her behavior impossible.

"Are you sure... I don't want to be tired when I-"

"Come on, you know the drill..."


She batted her eyelashes at him in what would have been a seductive manner if it weren't belied by the icy cold of her gaze. The male hesitated for a long, long moment... then stepped forward almost reluctantly, marching over to stand closer in front of her. The biggest problem he had was that the bitch had a tendency to treat everything like a game, if not outright foreplay. While it had been lacking in the past week it hadn't been at all uncommon in recent memory for the huntress to simply pounce on him seemingly for no reason, hold him down and have some fun. Or to awake to her attentions and amused expression, smirking at his inability to do anything. Still it served to soften the impact of his situation; it was a lot easier to overlook being chased down by a vicious, snarling predator when that inevitably led to her squatting over him already impaled on his cock, moaning with lust.

"...are you sure we shouldn't skip this? I'll be setting out in like an hour."

"That's plenty of time to recover."

"Oh. Oh good..."


A large, flat paw raised and moved forward slightly, its digits flexing, slowly advancing until it bumped against the underside of the brushtail's light-furred ballsac. The canine wiggled it for a moment, gently toying with his balls and causing him to give an almost inaudible whine. The sudden change of focus bough his heavy cock to his attention, twitching with arousal despite the possible danger and the predatory strength so very close to his pupmakers. He hadn't been aware he was aroused at all, though it made sense, he often was on waking. Now his flagging shaft was quickly bought to stiff attention as he was played with. His heart pounded in his chest as the paw drifted slightly higher, teasing his stiff length. Much to his relief it seemed the training his partner had planned would be a little more... sedate than he'd feared. He almost relaxed. Almost.

His gaze moved upwards, taking in the situation. The canine looked strangely elegant in the dim light. Though he'd never admit it her body always seemed somewhat oddly proportioned, thin and slightly lanky, all paws and head. But it was also well-toned; it was easy to miss it beneath her well-padded curves, her coat rough and thick, obscuring finer details. But when she walked, the sway of her hips was almost intoxicating, if you dared pay attention to it. She moved like a burlesque dancer, with a deep knowledge of her body and the power that it held over others. With her forepaws reaching for him, the female was almost inviting him closer. She ran a digit along the underside of his shaft, and watched his eyes drift to meet hers.

"Now spread your legs..."


Then nudged him insistently, tapping her paw teasingly against the male’s inner thighs. He tried to avoid thinking about the total number of times that the huntress' furred digits had poked and prodded and explored  his nutsack over the weeks he'd been around, but he was pretty certain that it was well into the thousands over several dozen encounters. And even now, with the benefit of experience, there was no telling how this was going to play out. The squirrel was, as always with White Wolf, uncertain; but he did as he was told, putting his paws behind his back, holding on to his tail. She did hate it when they got in the way. He gazed down at the length of canine's bare foreleg: long, sleek and powerful. His eyes swept up across her impressive body, and his member throbbed once more, now as hard as stone. A single bead of pre glistened at the tip of his dick.

That, of course, was the flipside. His partner was big, loud, domineering and vicious, but at the same time she had given him constant amorous attention. Even then her attitude could win out; often taking meticulous care to never let him cum. Every now and then, the predator took her time to stroke his dick 'til it was diamond-hard, or to suck on him until his head spun, or to ride him to the very edge of release only to back off and watch him squirm. On some days, she’d do all three. Of course she'd never minded much if he finished the job himself... when she'd let him up of course. Sometimes she had him put on a little show for her viewing pleasure. And then again sometimes she was only teasing, waiting until he'd given up hope before diving back in and giving him the orgasm to end all orgasms, blowing his mind (and pipes.)

Just the memories made him twitch, his loins burning with desire as his partner slid more forward, her head dipping down and towards him; the wet, black tip of her nose getting ever closer. Both paws gripped him, one holding on to a foot, the other pressing against his stomach, pushing him down until he was lying flat on his back, his arms pinned beneath him. He craned his neck to look, able to see the massive canine head sitting squarely between his thighs, framed by his legs and tender paws as the pointed muzzle tucked neatly between them.

"Now.. count 'em."


He had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen now, as the wide maw opened slightly, breathing hot puffs of air over him, ruffling his crotchfur as the very tip of a flat, pink tongue peeked out between rows of pointed ivory teeth. The aim was to hold back, as long as possible. The goal was a count of thirty, though he hadn't made it that far very often. And after a week of no attention... The wolf's mouth opened wider, her tongue slowly lolling out, dropping briefly before flashing back upwards with a soft, fleshy smack as it made contact.

"Nnnf!..."


The squirrel gasped, not quite ready for the first lick. The contact was swift and sudden, almost a slap as the warm roughness pressed in against him. He'd been distracted, a weakness of all squirrels, ignoring the sensitivity in his crotch, but that first lap rekindled it in a hurry. He shuddered from head to tail as an all-too-familiar sensation bloomed in his gut once again, heat flowing through him. The wolf pulled her tongue back slightly, still keeping it softly pressed to the bottom of the male’s ballbag, grinning wickedly, words coming insistent but slightly distorted.

"Count 'em, or else I might lose count and have start over."

"One..."

Lick.

"T-two...."


The buck groaned reluctantly as a hot wetness brushed slowly over his furred orbs and up along the underside of his shaft, sending bolts of pleasure through him. The first few were quick, they always were, but would get longer and more teasing as things progressed. The wolf’s tongue drew back folding over itself and curling, dipping back into her muzzle to spread the male's musk, scent and flavor; coiling in preparation for another strike. The predator watched her partner’s gonads dangle for a moment, not quite touching the ground, admiring their heft. After so many days of denial they really had filled up nicely.

*LICK.*

The squirrel's rear was lifted into the air slightly as the wet pinkness caught his left nut squarely, tucking under and lifting it up towards his sheath. His head jerked forwards sharply, but he managed to stop himself before he could fully curl over or buck, his hips tensing as the lap continued, tongue slathering up and over his cock once more, leaving it glistening with saliva and throbbing in the cool air. With grit teeth and visible effort, he forced himself to straighten; she liked his resistance, it was encouraging. He gasped, his breathing already rapid.

"Th... three..."


Usually this sort of training had been mostly tolerable, even on those occasions he hadn't been allowed to finish Teasing and denial wasn’t exactly fun, but were seldom kept up for more than half an hour, and he was more often than not rewarded with some toe-curling blowjob work. But now though, the combination of blue balls and sore paws was really taking a toll. The past few days had found him waking up hard but with limbs too stiff to properly jerk off and a full schedule of training ahead. He hadn't climaxed so much as once the entire week. His nuts — naturally large, but not absurdly so — seemed to him to have an extra size and fullness to them, as if the mounting pressure, both physical and mental, had thrown them into overdrive. And his was exquisitely sensitive all over.

And to his credit, as the licks went on and on he pushed through. At some earlier point the male had learned how to lay there and take it, even as every nerve in his body lit up at once like a passionate firework. There was something oddly satisfying about the whole experience. Sure, his cum-stuffed balls were being teased and toyed with by lick after lick after lick. Sure, he could feel every detail of every impact, his testicles bobbing and shifting under the constant ministrations, his cock twitching and flicking as a slick pink serpent coiled around and milked it. Sure, there was a deep, throbbing pressure deep in his gut, emanating from the rigid shaft that was being so mercilessly stimulated. Yet somehow even as his partner worked ever more slowly, putting ever more care and attention into every lap, his body trembling with every contact as she sought out his weak and sensitive points, he found a way to detach and ride the rising pleasure.

"N-nineteen..."


Good thing, too, as White Wolf had no interest in holding back — not even now, an hour before he went out on his all-important intelligence gathering mission. The predator's tongue was even starting to grow tired, and so she switched to pawing him: slightly less precise, but no less pleasurable. With her left paw gripping him tightly to hold him in place, her right began to rub up and down his pointed meat. It was oversized and cool from pressing against the floor, but the soft fur and slightly yielding pawpads were pressed down onto him with far more force, almost squashing the air from his lungs as his cock was pushed down into his stomach, even drifting over his soft orbs. Her sleek form shifted slightly, fur gleaming like silk as the buck squirmed.

"T-!! T... tahh..."


The male’s eyes had glazed over somewhere around lick #8, but the sudden change in pressure and sensations had caught him off guard and broken through the fog. His pupils shrunk to pinpoints as the coarseness of the large paw brushed unflinchingly over sensitive skin, the oversensitivity taking his breath away. He stammered incoherently, panting, voice tinged with just a hint of frenzied panic. Behind his back, his arms quivered. Watching her plaything intently the female raised her eyebrows.

"Hmm? Didn’t hear that."

"T-tweaaagh... T-t-twenty!"


The squirrel squeaked, his voice leapt briefly into the soprano as he was held down, a canine paw rubbing briskly and repeatedly over his shaft. His legs had already been quivering and shaky, but suddenly they wobbled violently, his entire body struggling where it was pinned. It was as though the buck had been absent for the past few minutes, and had just now noticed what was happening to his body. There was no reassurance at all from the predator as she met his gaze with a quick smile before looking back down at her targets. She paused to rub a single digit against his cock,a large, blunt claw tickling it almost gently, giving the male a few seconds to recover. Despite his best efforts at holding back he was now spurting pre like a leaky faucet. She pressed his drooling length up against his stomach, two fingers splaying around his engorged shaft as she gave it a slow stroke or two.

The buck made an inarticulate noise, half gasp and half whimper. At the female’s touch, his whole body went taut like a wire, pressing up against her. Though it seemed, somehow to be an eternity ago it had only been a week since his last orgasm, yet the male was desperate to unload the massive numbers of swimmers he had managed to build up in his oversized spunk tanks. He thrust his hips weakly to match the wolf's motions, his eyes starting to glaze over again. Of course, the his partner had other plans. Her tongue now rested she narrowed her eyes, grinned and let her tongue flick out again, pressing it up into the low-slung gonads once more.

The brushtail made a sound like a feral animal — a guttural moan of desire that bubbled up from deep in his throat. A fresh explosion of overwhelming sensations shot through his abdomen, his nervous system flooded with signals as his companion lavished his pupmakers with fresh attentions, not letting him rest for a moment. Still, in the brief pause he'd had from the slick, wet warmth, he seemed to have regained control, laying back down against the hard ground. After a moment he stuttered, clenching his paws into tight fists.

"...T-twenty-one..."


Satisfied, the huntress gave him another second to recover. She watched his testicles bounce gently from the aftermath of her lick, bobbling about for a short moment before they quickly settled back into place. She gave the buck's cock one more rough stroke, then withdrew her paw, leaving his member to throb visibly in the open air. The squirrel groaned at the loss, and at the needy, almost aching desire that now radiated outwards from his groin. His hips bucked forwards and backwards in a few short spasms, as though unable to decide whether he wanted to get closer to his partner or move further away.

The wolfess watched knowingly, a broad smile on her lips. This was a view that she had become intimately familiar with from their many, many 'paws-on' sessions. She was the closest thing he had to a mate, after all, and she owed him her full attention. For as long as he'd been resident near her it had been endless, endless fun trying to break him... well, not to break him as such, but to push him to his limits and beyond. And now of course, with such an important task ahead, he'd need to be especially ready and clear-headed for any challenges he would face. And the wolf knew her opponents well now, she was a keen observer. And all her observation had taught her a few key things.

For one she was far from the only female around. As an expert cocktease she knew how easy it was for a male to get derailed by any odd sweet thing. It would be a good bet the buck would come across at least one while infiltrating enemy territory and he'd need to be able to resist the lure of tarrying, or worse giving up vital information. So she simply needed a little prep-time before the big mission to thoroughly drain the guy's tanks. Her techniques were harsh, but he had agreed they both wanted to make sure he was prepared. It had almost been more than the male could handle before, but somehow he had toughened up and pulled through this time. He was only ten licks from his goal... she'd have to make more effort.

As the canine drove another firm lick up over her partner’s spunkmakers, letting it rest almost limply over his throbbing cock, she took a brief look up and down the length of the squirrel's body, evaluating his physical condition at a glance. He was stronger now for sure, both physically and mentally. Hours of chases and dodging had brought increased attention and speed, and hours with her had taught him how to persevere through almost anything. She'd also had an unprecedented chance to practice and hone her own seductive techniques; tiny though her compatriot was, all males were the same deep down.

Lick.

"Twenty-seven..."


The brushtail gasped, his voice wavering. He felt an incredible sense of pressure, a burning need for release only barely kept at bay. His gonads felt heavy and impossibly full, like they had swollen to the size of coconuts. Every instinct in his body told him to simply let go to buck and thrust and burst forth, but somehow he managed to ignore that. Through the pink haze of lust, he focused on the harsh grin between his legs, the canine almost willing him to break, to submit to her advances. He fought back gamely. With only a few licks left, the wolfess was trying her best to make each one count. She pulled him slightly closer with both paws, getting him into a slightly better position to attack as she now positioned her muzzle over him, sniffing hotly at his soaked crotch, tongue extending.

LICK.

"T-Twenty-eight!"

The squirrel's eyes bulged and he sputtered immediately on contact, as if the words had been pressed out of him. He shuddered, bending forwards just slightly. A heavy paw pushed him back down even as he tensed, gritting his teeth, stifling a slutty moan. His nuts churned and his cock felt like it might burst forth at any moment, leaking a constant stream of pre that did nothing to alleviate the almost unbearable pressure.

"F-Fuck! Nnnf! I'm gonna make a mess on you... bitch!"

"Two more, come on now you dirty little squirrel..."

"Twenty-nine!"


The penultimate lick was fast and forceful, flicking over his exposed shaft with rocketlike speed. The buck almost barked his words, hindquarters lifted far enough to almost curl around before she pulled back, letting his rump land heavily on the ground, still tingling with pleasure and the press of contact. His balls felt like they might just supernova, a deep heat held within them and threatening to burst forth. The male was unable to keep his paws behind his back any longer — and yet somehow, he still managed to keep them away from his groin. Both arms trembled at his sides as his mate moved in for her final assault.

Honestly the wolfess was having fun. The strange faces that the buck made always got progressively funnier towards the end of each playtime, and she found that seeing him so vulnerable was incredibly hot. It was rare for her to get to the end of a session without feeling quite flushed, and today was no exception — a warm feeling had been growing inside her for some time now. Indeed it was almost a shame to bring things to a close, especially since he was so obviously pent up. After this who knew when another opportunity like it would arise? She was really going to miss this, but was equally intent on enjoying every last second while it lasted.

With an almost wistful sigh, the predator drew her tongue back, her paws holding the buck down, firmly spreading his legs and leaving his tasty squirrel meat fully exposed. Her entire body grew tense, muscles bulging in anticipation, as if ready to pounce — and then she gave one final lick, long, strong, hot and slow across the soft orbs, bulging sheath and dripping prick. It continued up the heaving chest, mussing the fur there as her tongue curled and stroked.

"Thirty!"

The squirrel squeaked properly this time, stars exploding at the edge of his vision. Unable to restrain himself any longer he curled forward and grabbed the extended paw of his mate, his claws digging into her coat in a weak attempt to pry her paw off of him, to give him room to buck and thrust. His knees began to buckle and his paws kicked uselessly at the air. The bitch felt her arousal spike as the squirrel clung to her bare leg, but their training wasn’t quite over yet. She watched him closely, her free paw moving up and laying heavily on his sensitive sac, pressing down firmly enough to get his attention, even through the fog of pleasure in his mind, wriggling her digits once more, massaging his orbs both sensually and slightly threateningly.

"You made it... but no making a mess just yet... or else."

"Ahhh... nnhh…nghhaa..."


The buck babbled almost incoherently, trying his best to obey her commands. For a few seconds he couldn’t even think. All he wanted to do was to buck, to breed, to shoot forth and splatter his hot seed over the grinning visage before him. But weeks of drilling had taught him how to focus, even when so close. With incredible effort, the male managed to hold off climax one second... then two... then three... until somehow, he managed to calm the raging firestorm of desire. With a shuddering exhale, he straightened as much as he could, his arms falling loosely to his sides. His eyes were wide and unfocused, almost unseeing, but after a few slow blinks he seemed to come to, and his gaze eventually settled on back on the canine now looming over him once more.

The wolf gave him an approving nod, barely noticeable as her paws withdrew from off of him. She glanced down at the his groin, taking quick stock of his condition after so thoroughly working him over. His light-furred ballsac, tucked neatly beneath her outstretched paw, had drawn tight around his heavy nuts that were now hot and wet both with her licks and the copious pre he was steadily producing. Just above that, the his stiff member begged for attention, still desperate for the bitch’s touch even after her relentless assault. He hadn’t cum for a week, after all. That was forever in squirrel terms. Somehow the predator's grin became even more impish as her paw moved up slightly, fingers splaying apart around the base of the squirrelcock, squeezing it gently, almost gripping him by it as a large muzzle dipped down and she finally wrapped her moist lips around him.

The squirrel cried aloud, in a voice that was equal parts elation and surrender as an all-encompassing warmth surrounded his needy length. His paws flew immediately to the sides of her broad muzzle, as much for something to hold onto as something to buck into. After the complete torture of the past few minutes, the contrast of blissful wet suction around his long-denied length was utterly overwhelming. His knees shook. His life was in her paws now. And in her mouth. Oh fuck yes, her mouth....

She took him easily, looking up at the trembling buck. Many, many previous sessions had given her an opportunity to hone her blowjob technique into an art form, even given the massive size difference between the pair. By now, she knew every telltale twitch of of his body, every breathless moan, every throb of his cock against her tongue. This was what she lived for, the ultimate pleasure. There were few things hotter than breaking down buck one teasing lick at a time, only to build him back up into an orgasmic frenzy afterwards.

For a second she let go of the base of his member, sliding the paw back around his waist to grab his tail, pushing him forward even as he bucked into her.Her other paw scratched roughly along the ground, leaving long grooves in it as her claws dug in. He was barely touching her and she wasn't touching herself, but the entire situation was so blindingly arousing he feared she might actually climax from it. But like her partner she was good at holding back... and she'd have to, at least until after the mission was complete. The hunter purred around her lover’s dick again, squeezing her lips together as heat spread quickly through her.

The squirrel was utterly helpless. His entire crotch had been drawn into the milking muzzle now, the massive, teasing tongue slid against every inch of him. He babbled something incoherent, groaning and gasping and clinging to fistfuls of her muzzlefur, torn between lust and joy. Every time the bitch swallowed his full length, her muzzle bumped up against his balls. In any normal situation he wouldn’t have even noticed, but with his gonads so thoroughly teased and toyed with, even the most gentle jostling sent new bolts of electric desire up his spine. He could hardly believe that it had only been a single week of denial, his body was desperate for a chance to blow. He teetered in place, slowly and painfully inching towards orgasm as time ticked by.

His partner was loving every second on the other hand. She yipped in pain and pleasure as the male yanked at her fur, growling happily. Her head-bobbing grew less controlled, more uneven. She leaned further forward. Her eyes squinted shut. The squirrel whined — a high, desperate, wordless whimper. He lay frozen stiff except for his raging hard-on, which twitched in desperate fits and spurts, just a second away from release. A single stroke more, and he would paint the her white; muzzle, face, stomach... all covered in rope after rope of squirrel spunk. One more stroke...The very tip of her tongue found that of her partner's length and circled rapidly around it in fast, tight circles, and the heat built, and built, and built, until finally—

"FFFF-FFFUCK YES! OH YES!"

"Mmnnmmh..."

The female tensed as a wave of bliss rippled through her, her cry of ecstasy only slightly muffled by her buck's cock. She arched her back, pushing down hard against the him as he continued to rub and thrust against her tongue. The sight of her favorite toy writhing in orgasm was enough to bring her right to the edge. He moaned, his full pupmakers finally preparing to unleash their pent-up load. His vision started to go black at the edges. His hips twitched of their own accord. He howled loud and long as the dam finally broke, an influx of pleasure flooding out into his dick, permeating the entire volume, making it throb madly in the throes of an explosion of bliss. From there the pleasure poured into his balls and then infused his whole body, every muscle and every patch of skin burning with flames of passion.

"Oh yes! Take it! Take it bitch!"


The burning pleasure was so much that he felt as if he wanted to explode, and explode he did, a massive blast of seed firing from his cock and pouring into his partner. A seeming geyser of cum followed, bursts upon bursts of jizz that splattered hotly onto the welcoming tongue, only to be quickly lapped up. The flow only increased from there as what felt like a lake of cum emptied itself. And still the pleasure did not abate one bit. All the cum the buck was emptying out didn't decrease the pressure that was building up all throughout his body, no matter how much sticky seed sprayed from his meat. And the more essence that filled the wolf's maw, the more greedily she milked him. He almost blacked out from the sheer intensity of the climax, squeaking with pleasure and panting heavily, tongue hanging out.

It was only after the initial burst had ceased that his hips jerked and he slammed his cock in and out, pulling it almost entirely out of the wolf's muzzle before hilting in it again and again. And so he just kept on thrusting, sawing every inch of his fleshy lance in and out of the accepting muzzle, even his heavy sacs popping in and out with a little noise every time it entered and exited. Being past the peak of his climax the buck was extra sensitive, so the added stimulation soon had him firing bigger globs of warm cum into hit mate's mouth. All the while the bitch simply lay there, used to the incessant thrusting. Crotch slammed against face, cock smashed against tongue, the squirrel's attempt at dominance really was hot as fuck, and she had no qualms about egging him on. When she wasn't swallowing bursts of hot squirrel seed she was working his tip with her lips, her tongue, everything she had. And no matter what, she was doing her best to suckle and slather the his entire length for every long minute the climax lasted.

And then, with a quiet gasp, she released him, his cock sliding free from her lips in one smooth slurp. The hunter swallowed a final time and took a deep, shuddering breath, leaning backwards and placing her paws back on the ground for support. She blinked a few times as an afterglow began to settle over the buck. Her eyes slowly focused on his pointed shaft, still pointed at her face like a firecracker ready to explode. One last, long lick made him whimper incoherently as he was cleaned, leaving almost no trace of the previous half hour.

"Haah! Haah. Haah."

"Oh fuck, that was... fuck..."

"Well said. And that should certainly prevent your hormones getting the best of you when you're out."


The buck lay flat on the ground, as if his body were pinned to it. His fur was damp and slightly mussed, but aside from that there was little outward sign of what had just transpired. The canine was back to siting on her haunches, looking down at him with a satisfied and very smug expression. And yet there was something slightly off about her... He wasn't sure if she'd climaxed, the sheer intensity of the experience had made it impossible for him to keep track. But if she'd held off she'd be incredibly needy right now. She reached out to wrap her paw around his thick shaft once more, large paw moving slowly forward and down, already splayed for two digits to give it the lightest of squeezes. She gave the length one slowww stroke, rubbing it against her soft fur. She grinned as she felt a forceful throb between her fingers, followed by a series of smaller twitches and tremors — a telltale sign that her buck, as exhausted as he was, was not yet completely drained. She pulled back one final time, letting him get to his feet. She’d gotten used to this routine too, coaching the addled male into getting up, either for another go or to finish some chore. It was cute, watching him slowly come out of his pink-misted trance.

"Just think, it’s going to feel so very good when you fuck me after you come back."

"When... I get back?"

"Of course. When you get back, and when you succeed you'll need a proper reward. I should be all warmed up by then and I'm thinking you'll breed me like the horny stud you are until one of us passes out."


The buck nodded. She was definitely needy now, holding off until her advantage was secured. He knew well he'd need to recuperate quickly; the canine got incredibly demanding when she needed it and by the sultry tone of her words the little buck knew he'd have a big job ahead of him, once his mission was complete. He tried not to think about it; he had other things to worry about, the day was just beginning.
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