[b]Candycane[/b]

It was cold, dry and dead at the bottom of the vast stone canyon. The rocky floor was littered with small rocks, fallen, brittle branches and occasional patches of snow that had fallen down from the heights above. Little light made it this far, filtering through a roof of tangled wood covered with six feet of snow. It was like the basement of a very big, very open house, surrounded on all sides by sheer rock walls.

Through it a small brown shape bounded and scurried.

This was Skater the squirrel and he moved with practiced ease over, under, through and around the myriad tiny obstacles that lay between him and his goal. Nimble was practically his middle name. He was heading towards the safety of his squirrel hole, which to be honest was really just a small pile of rocks in a rough dome shape. But it was secure enough for his purposes. Along the way he drooled like an Alsatian outside a butcher's shop, trying desperately to ignore the taste in his mouth, as well as the cool, refreshing feeling.

Finally he made it to his goal, stopping to catch his breath after the made, several mile dash he'd made to reach home base. He wriggled his nose a bit, then his tongue, trying to dislodge the large, cylindrical object in his cheeks. Finally he had to yawn wide, reach in a paw and yank the candy cane out.

It was... well not a [b]whole[/b] cane. Or even half. More like an inch really, with the red stripe somewhat faded from having been carried so far in a moist environment. He really [i]had[/i] tried not to enjoy it on the way back, to save it all for now, when it was nice and quiet and reasonably warm and he could focus his full attention on the treat. He held it aloft in one paw, the spoils of war.

A massive, white, beclawed paw thudded down an inch away, making the ground shake.

"Well well, and what exactly do we have here?"


Skater looked over at the flat, snow-furred paw, his gaze rising up a far-too-thin ivory leg, across a scrawny but powerful body to a large, grinning head. The wolf to whom the paw belong looked down at him, pleased to have caught the rodent trying to sneak about, less pleased by the slurping noise as the cane was reinserted and gnawed upon with vigor.

"Nurfin."

"Really? Because that looks and... yes smells like some sort of food to [i]me.[/i]"


A large, broad snout dipped down, pushing firmly against the squirrel's face, turning his head to the side as several loud, humid sniffs puffed clouds of breath over him. The scent of peppermint would be impossible to ignore; with his tongue pressed up against the sugary morsel it almost burned with the taste.

"Mnn ah 'ndy 'ane."

"Ugh. [i]Candy.[/i] Empty sugary rot... Where's mine?"


The chewing intensified, the crinkle and crackle of shattering sugar sounding loudly in the broad, empty space as sharp teeth did their best to reduce the sweet lump to easily swallowed crumbs. The white wolf scowled, somewhat put out at not being offered any.

"Ah oo n't ike-"

"Wolves don't know if they like candy or not until they try all kinds. Spit it out brushtail I-"


There was a rather terminal *crunch!*, a bulge of cheeks and a quiet swallow. With it went the very last of the hastily consumed cane; devoured considerably faster than the squirrel had intended, but with a finality and smugness that was evident to both parties present.

"Too late, it's gone."

"Oh is it now? And where exactly did you get, you tree-climbing sneak?"

"It was a gift, for being such a good boy. Christmas and all that. Don't worry, you'll get one too, I'm sure; we can roast an elk with the contents of *your* Christmas stocking."


It hadn't, in fact, been a gift. He'd stumbled across it while raiding a nearby house. Which wasn't a very good thing at all to be doing. Still he was slightly annoyed; it wasn't as if the canine would even [i]enjoy[/i] the treat, she was only being obstinate to spite him, the literal bitch.

"And what exactly is [i]that[/i] supposed to mean?"

"Means no candy for you. If you [i]had[/i] candy they'd take it off you and throw it to the ants."

"I [i]want[/i] a candycane squirrel."

"Well that's too bad, 'cause there aren't any. Tough luck there bitch."


Once again the large, broad muzzle moved down to the squirrel's level. He wasn't intimidated; he was the only decent company she had all winter; she almost certainly couldn't kill him and not go stir-crazy before spring. He shut his eyes, ignoring her, and stuck out his tongue with an imputed 'Nyeh!'

He was then knocked firmly backwards by the same wide, pointed snout as the wolf took a step forward, leaning down and looming over him, his eyes opening wide in surprise. He was pressed solidly into the floor, flat on his back, face-to-face with the soft black nosetip of the oversized hunter. Before he could react, or even blink she stuck out her [i]own[/i] tongue, many times larger, longer and wider than his. It smacked against his muzzle, curling around his and smothering his mouth nose and ejected tongue. There was a strong scent of wet dog and humid breath as the wet appendage slathered itself over him in a single, wet lick that left the fur on his face matted and hot. When it was over the wolf remained there, icy blue eyes staring slightly off to the side as their owner's tongue retracted back into the wide, toothy maw. There were a few smacks, an almost inaudible swallow, a deep, wordless pause as the huntress seemingly considered the flavor.

Very surprised and not a little annoyed the buck squeaked in protest and tried to wriggle out from beneath the nosetip that was still pressed firmly against his own. Every inhale and exhale from the larger mammal washed over him, warming his fur but also proving to the brushtail that some peppermint would in fact go a long way to improving his partner's breath. As he tried to escape a large, flat paw slammed down for the second time that day, square on his stomach. He was winded with a quiet 'Ooof!' and pressed even more firmly against the floor, spread-eagled as the paw flexed absent-mindedly, kneading the soft fur of his stomach and making him shift uncomfortably.

"Hmmmnn... cold somehow, sweet... faint hints of savory squirrel. I think I [i]like[/i] candycanes, I really do..."


The paw continued to press down on the smaller male, rendering escape, or even the slightest movement impossible. Each large digit flexed and curled, the paw grasping and releasing repeatedly, flat, blunt claws raking softly over ruffled fur. It was very nearly a massage, albeit one given by someone far more massive and powerful than the squirrel himself. It wasn't [i]bad[/i] exactly, or even that uncomfortable. But it was threatening, overpowering and annoyingly humiliating. Which of course was exactly the intention, both wolf and squirrel knew. Skater began to get hot beneath his fur, both from embarrassment and anger... and maybe something else. He struggled uselessly to get up, paws scrabbling at the foreleg pinning him, leaving ruffle marks in the formerly flawless cream colored fur.

Suddenly the oppressive paw pulled back, whisked away with unexpected speed and grace as the canine jerked backwards, moving about a foot back and sitting down on all fours, as if paused to pounce. She wore a wide, false grin and her tail flicked back and forth madly. Anyone who wasn't thinking would mistake her for a large, overexcited puppy; Skater knew better. It was a sarcastic act, full of mockery. As the buck expected, when she spoke next her voice was high and singsong, filled with false innocence and joy.

"Oh [i]loooooook![/i]"


For a third time the paw slammed down. This time it did so between the buck's legs. Wincing in shock the squirrel jerked into a sitting position, eyes wide, mouth open in a wordless cry. Amazingly however it didn't impact his crotch, the heel of the paw instead smacking solidly against the rocky floor not a hair's breadth from the squirrel's nut store. The large, white digits impacted his groin, but harmlessly so, pushing down firmly even as he grasped desperately at the hunter's leg once more, his heart beating wildly, breaths coming short and fast with shock.

"[i]See?[/i] You [i]do[/i] have an extra cane after all!"


Still in shock the buck couldn't process the wolf's singing, mocking words until a strange sensation from between his legs alerted him to something. Releasing his grasp on the huntress' leg he looked down to see to widely spread ivory digits between his thighs. They were right over his sheath and were firmly hugging a pointed pink length that was, even as he watched, emerging further from its hiding place. It was vaguely astonishing; he hadn't even noticed himself becoming aroused; the sudden pawing had evidently been a mite more pleasant than he'd been able to admit. As he stared the wolf cocked a digit, lifting it slightly, and rubbed it along the length of his shaft. A dull, blunt claw pressed against sensitive skin and stroked idly up and down his pointed member, the scintillating contact only speeding his arousal. It took no time at all for his cock to extend fully, throbbing in the cool, dry air as the bitch spoke again; her voice more normal now, sarcastic and mocking.

"So... have I been a good enough girl [i]now[/i] for you to share your candy?"


It was blindingly obvious that this had been her intention from the start, at least from the first mention of 'candycane' and maybe even earlier. The heavy paw withdrew, but the probing, teasing digits were never far away; poking and flicking the sensitive squirrelshaft as their owner looked down smugly. Every time he made a movement there was a retaliatory stroke or jab; a cool pawpad stroking his length or a flicker of fur brushing ever-so-lightly over his sensitive tip. He was aroused, embarrassed and trapped, and what was worse she [i]wanted[/i] him that way. It was exactly the kind of entertainment that made the predator tolerate the presence of a bush-tailed snack in the middle of winter. The buck tried to resist, swatting uselessly at the larger paw, but another simply pressed down and held him against the floor again. A wide, toothy grin filled his vision, hanging over him as the triumphant canine smirked down at her prey.

"Nnnf! Are you nuts? They'd need to make a whole new naughty list just for you!"

"Well that's just too bad; 'cause what I want, I get."


The pinning paws lifted as the wolfess stepped back, but the squirrel had no time to right himself as yet again the massive muzzled loomed over him, lowering down between his legs with singular purpose. A smirking maw cracked open only slightly, revealing hints of ivory teeth and a wash of hot breath that made the buck's shaft tense and twitched as it flowed over the sensitive length, ruffling and warming his fur. Both squirrel and wolf froze in place for a long time, held by anticipation. The huntress was eager, drooling over her upcoming meal. A glistening, heavy drop of saliva hung at the end of a barely extended tongue, growing and swelling before slowly shifting downward on a string of drool, wetly impacting the squirrelcock and sliding down its length, leaving a warm, wet streak in its wake. Finally, with a single, effortless motion the canine snout moved down the last remaining inches and took his cock.

It wouldn't be accurate to say his length was simply swallowed; the sheer size of the enveloping mouth that gaped wide before firmly pressing shut with a soft *click* of meeting teeth was far too great for that. Rather it managed, with a glacial, almost unbearable slowness to [i]engulf[/i] his cock, balls sheath and most of his crotch. Once again there was a moment of pause and reflection as the wolf sat there, eyes closed, savoring the long seconds. Hot, wet drool began to puddle around the squirrel's meat, thoroughly dampening his fur as a rising, nearly burning heat began to build between his legs. A rough, lat tongue extended, sliding over the underside of his shaft, cupping his balls and extending from the closed muzzle; lapping about beneath his tail, rimming him even as the blowjob proper began.

There was a lewd, wet slurp and a sudden suction that grew ever more firm as the huntress began to suck on the slick shaft. The buck gasped and fell back, arms and legs spread, leaving him completely exposed as a lilting sensation of pleasure rushed through him, arcing down his cock and spreading out from the base to fill his quivering limbs. The squirrel shivered as the intensity built; the large muzzle lifted slightly and he felt himself being dragged up of the floor an inch or two by the sheer power of the suction that gripped him. Skater could vaguely see muzzlefur shifting and bulging as a long, hot tongue moved about inside, extending and withdrawing, always rubbing scintillatingly over his shaft as it did. Purposefully loud, lewd noises began to emerge from the large canine,slurps and sucks and smacks as she worked over the length in her muzzle. The buck was barely able to respond, his voice hesitating and panting as he spoke.

"Hnnn! You're a filthy bitch,you know that? A.... ah! You're loving this aren't ya...? Fuck yeah you are!"

"Mmmmmnnnnnnpph."


There was no real response; instead, for a moment, the wolf's eyes opened, looking up at the squirrel for a second before slowly closing once more as the huntress began to moan deeply with evident pleasure. It was a pretty sure bet that the actual physical act wasn't [i]that[/i] much fun; she was simply enjoying his responses, the way he panted and moaned and scrabbled at the ground as his entire body tensed. The buck knew he wouldn't last long, not under the hot, wet assault the stroked and caresses every inch of his meat, making him want to fill up the milking mouth as it easily took him balls deep. He placed both paws on the large snout, grabbing tufts of the short fur and locking himself into position as his hips thrust rapidly into the heat. Even as he jackhammered away there was no doubt as to who was setting the pace, seemingly hardly noticing the male's movements as she continued to powerfully pleasure him. It was a matter of minutes before he felt his balls pulling up, ready to release their load, the sensations building to an inevitable peak as he grit his teeth and tensed up in preparation.

"Unf! Unf! UNF! Alright you dirty lil' dog, I'm gonna.... make a mess on ya! Hope... hope you're ready bitch!"


Those final words were cut off by a sharp, loud squeak of pleasure as the squirrel climaxed. Almost without warning he began to buck wildly, the first burst of hot jizz jetting out of him, splattering onto a waiting tongue and coating is with a thick layer of squirrel seed. Others followed, each thrust and plunge of his hips into the waiting mouth accompanied by another hot release as sticky rope after sticky rope filled the canine's mouth with speed. There was the vaguest hint of a grin from her and a deep, pleased growl as she stopped sucking and simply let her mate fill her muzzle. The brushtail's vision blurred as the powerful feeling of release overtook him. Throughout it all his partner didn't swallow once, letting him fill her with his load, the occasional trickle leaking out around his length and over her chin and muzzle.

"O-oh fuck yes... take it all you slut... every drop!"


Only very gradually did the torrent of pleasure subside; the squirrel letting go of his partner and falling back to the floor slightly, his cock escaping her maw with a wet *slurp*, causing the last few bursts of cum to jet over the ivory muzzle, painting it a different shade of white as they did so. For a minute or two the dazed squirrel continued to thrust,his length rubbing against the side of the broad muzzle, fucking the smooth fur there and leaving glistening streaks through it as the buck cleaned himself off on the canine. Finally reality began to drift back to him as his vision cleared and he lay, panting, on the cold ground; looking up at the predator who was still staring silently right past him,as if preoccupied with other things. Making sure that he was paying attention her mouth slowly opened; exposing the heavy load the squirrel had released, completely coating her tongue and teeth, dripping from them in thin, sticky strands. Slowly the broad, pink tongue extended, curling up and sweeping over the wide muzzle, cleaning the fur there as it passed; gathering up the very last traces of the buck's release in a single, smooth motion before retracting. The canine muzzle closed slowly, with an obvious, theatrical *gulp* as the entire batch of squirrel stuff was swallowed in one lurid action, the bulge of it easily visible as it slipped down the wolfess' throat. For a minute or so she simply sat there on her haunches, forelegs crossed before her, grinning widely.

"There, now that wasn't so... hard was it? It's [i]good[/i] to share."


The squirrel noted the slight mocking sarcasm in her tone as he picked himself up. His coat was soaked with sweat, except on his frontside where it was also copiously wet with the aftermath of his milking. His breath came out in short pants, each one making a tiny cloud of vapor in the cold air; matching the larger, slower ones released by his partner who now seemed content simply to sit there and observe him.

"You wouldn't know good if you blew it."

"Oh [i]noooo,[/i] does that mean I'm still on the naughty list? Whatever shall I do?"

"Me. If you're good enough maybe I'll put a word in with Santa."

"Bite me squirrel."

"Now now, temper, temper!"


There was a snort, and a wider grin; once more showing off hints of daggerlike teeth in the smiling muzzle as the canid sat there, her tail flicking idly back and forth, expressing interest. It may have simply been the poor light, or maybe the air really was [i]that[/i] cold, but the buck could swear he could see faint hints of curling steam rising from the larger creature, especially her hindquarters, where they were fanned into strange shapes by the whisking tail. She caught him staring and snickered, a faint gleam of mischief in her eyes.

"Oh I never said I was [i]mad[/]i squirrel..."