Springtime Beckons


Winter was coming to an end.

The days were starting to get warmer, not to mention longer, and as such Kinky was finally ready to scratch the itch which she had been aching to achieve... amongst other things, for the last week or so of the long, frigid winter. She wanted to go camping. To escape the rush and bustling life of the city, and seek solitude. Safety. Peace.

The crimson furred wolf drove out to favourite jumping-off point for hiking, a small dirt track car-park in which she had no concerns about leaving her vehicle unattended for several days on end. Locking up the car and sliding her rucksack onto her shoulders, she set off alone into the large and trackless forest. With every step, an internal war boiled within her heart and mind. A struggle for control. For sanity. A contest between the rational knowledge of the intelligent woman that she knew herself to be, and the wild beast that her body was demanding she become.

At the best of times Kinky could be a little shy and introverted, not one to seek out companionship when peace and quiet would easily suffice. But this past week had made that desire for alone time all the more prominent, as she had been faced with the sudden temptation of a rather fearsome biological imperative.

In short, she was in heat.

Tossing her hair, the long, luscious black strands with their deep blue highlights tied back in a ponytail to keep from getting them tangled in the myriad branches through which she was darting as Kinky plunged ever deeper into the quiet, solitary woodland, the wolf moaned deep in the back of her throat. She could feel her body's demands growing more and more urgent by the second. The wetness of her nether regions, drooling and throbbing with desire. Her clitoris felt like it had swollen to the size of an apple, and with every step the dampened cotton of her panties dragged across it, forcing Kinky to fight back a constant string of heated grunts and gasps as she inadvertently pleasured herself.

With every metre she pushed deeper into the forest, Kinky promised herself that relief was not far away. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she couldn't take it any longer, and then the time would finally come for her to set up camp. To find a clearing just big enough for her pop-up tent, set it up, crawl inside, and fumble around in her rucksack for the... devices she had brought along to help her get through this heat without succumbing to the temptation of a man.

"Oh... n-no... nnnhh!"

Suddenly, the female's eyes widened and she staggered, clutching at the trunk of the nearest tree as her legs buckled and almost entirely gave way beneath her. Her muzzle fell slack, gasping wildly for air, and her entire body trembled as seemingly without warning the tortuous grinding of her clit against her panties proved too much to handle. She came right there and then, and though it remained hidden beneath her blood red fur, her face glowed bright red as her pussy gushed a horrifyingly abundant and erotic volume of sexual fluids out and over the already damp fabric of her panties and grey hiking trousers.

For almost twenty seconds Kinky stood there, clutching at that tree-trunk with her fingertips clawing visible tracks into the bark and fighting not to toss her head back and howl in an instinctive plea to any males in earshot. She did manage to resist though, and thus after only a few more seconds of time devoted to resting and composing herself, she set off once more; the only change to her demeanour being a slightly bow-legged gait to avoid the worst of her panties' sticky wetness against her thighs.

For more than an hour, and another two unprompted orgasms later, Kinky pushed deeper and deeper into the forest, before finally realising that she couldn't make it any further. By the time she stopped in a small clearing, within earshot of a gently burbling stream and way, way beyond any noises or signs of other intelligent habitation, she want whimpering and panting aloud almost constantly. Her nipples felt like daggers as they pressed into the fabric of her bra, and the waves of desire emanating from between her legs had ceased simply to be pleasurable and moved into the territory of actively painful. No longer did she simply want immediate and intense physical relief for herself. She needed it.

Her body knew where she was, and why she had come here, and as such it wasn't holding back anything now that Kinky had escaped the myriad reasons why she couldn't simply let herself and her desires loose.

Within ten minutes, the pop-up tent was erected and ready for use. Kinky's bag was inside it, and the wolf herself was standing just outside its zip-up door, peeling off the last of her clothes; her sodden, heavily scented black panties.

It must have been late afternoon, and though the days had indeed gotten longer and warmer this past week, it was still quite dark even in this clearing; trees on all sides blocking out the sun where it hung just a few inches above the horizon for the final hour or two of its daily ritual. The female wolf's keen eyesight meant that vision wasn't a problem though, and indeed there was something almost more comforting about doing what she was about to do in the darkness. Another manner in which she felt solitary and alone. Perfectly hidden from all other people, in the wilderness, in her tent, in the darkness.

Nervously, barely able to convince herself that she was finally able to do so and frankly terrified of how she would react after so long forcing herself to remain in control, Kinky lifted one trembling hand to her breasts and caressed one nipple with two delicate fingertips. She gasped breathily, and felt her knees quiver as the gently glowing blue of her bare flesh reacted intensely to the stimulation. A trickle of lustful fluids ran down her inner thighs, silently demanding her attention, and with her face burning anew beneath her already crimson fur, Kinky's other hand prepared to sink downward and finally begin attending to her most pressing needs.

Her fingers slipped between the slick petals of her labia, delicately probing and teasing for just a split-second before shameless desire took over entirely. She spread her legs, forgetting all about the intimacy and privacy of the tent beside which she was standing as she pressed two digits up inside herself, the palm of her hand grinding against her clitoris lustily as at long last she began to attempt to achieve meaningful satisfaction on behalf of her heat stricken self.

She threw back her head, grunting shamelessly in delight as her fingers curled and probed at her g-spot. Again and again she jabbed at that rough patch of flesh just a few inches inside herself, and each time was awarded with a wave of pleasure and a gush of fluids. She could feel her legs about to give way. Feel herself ready to tumble helplessly to the soft, earthy, leaf-littered ground as she surrendered to orgasm. But she didn't care. In fact, she welcomed that loss of control. After all... at long last there was no-one else here to see her. To judge her. Or worse, to tempt her.

"Oh... oh god, I'm... I'm so sorry!"

A voice.

A new voice.

A male voice cried out sharply, cutting through the air almost as passionately as Kinky's ever building grunts and moans of bliss.

For a split-second, Kinky's eyes flew open and she stared at the man suddenly present at the edge of the clearing in abject horror. Not only was he rather handsome, he was her kind. A wolf. A male wolf; grey furred with a deliciously cute band of blue running through the tufted hair upon his head. A perfect mate... a perfect sire for a fertile womb such as hers.

The horror of what she was seeing, the temptation she was witnessing, lasted only a moment.

Kinky staggered forwards, towards the male, pulling her hand from between her legs even as she grasped at the front of his jacket with her other paw. She pressed the juice-stained fingers beneath his nostrils, and growled savagely as he instinctively and helplessly inhaled the rich scent. His eyes widened, and in similarly brief but intense terror, he shook his head in mortified realisation.

This man had not simply stumbled upon a nature rambler enjoying the fruits of the burgeoning springtime warmth here in the forest.

No, he now realised that he was seeing something far more personal. Far more intimate. And far more dangerous to be around.

In an instant, inhaling the scent of her pheromone laced liquids, he was captivated.

He grasped at her hand with both of his, clutching it by the wrist as fondly, intimately he opened his muzzle and extended his tongue. Tenderly he licked at her hand, tasting her sweet fluids and growling deeply in satisfaction. Kinky growled back at him. Their eyes met, hunger and need raging back and forth between them.

"Please..."

The female wolf's voice was high and strained, the very epitome of frantic desperation.

"Please, help me..."

The male nodded urgently. He pulled the naked woman close to himself, clutching tightly at her bare arms, and whispered tenderly to her.

"I have a cabin just a mile or so away. A bed. C-come with me... I'll help you. I'll give you what you need."

Kinky shuddered within the male's embrace, and almost sobbed as he extended his tongue and began to lap intimately at her face. Not kissing, licking like an affectionate wild animal.

"A... a mile?! But, w-why not right now? Right here?"

The male snarled, not in anger, but in a show of feral dominance as he shook his head.

"I will take you in my bed. My territory. Together we will make it ours... j-just as I will make this, ours."

He reached down and touched Kinky's bare stomach. Her fertile womb, begging for and painfully receptive to the desires of a male. Not just any male though... an alpha. A strong, confident man willing to give her all she craved, but on his own terms rather than hers.

A man just like this wolf standing before her, holding her so tenderly... staring so deeply into her bright violet eyes.

"W-what's your name... h-handsome man?"

She asked the question nervously, though she didn't know why.

He grinned, and growled tenderly as he licked at her face playfully once more.

"Bade. My name... the name of your alpha, is Bade. Now... come with me. Run with me. The sooner we get back to my cabin, the sooner you can feel this without restraint."

The hand which had been so gently cupping Kinky's stomach withdrew, and seized one of the female's hands around the wrist once again. It drew her paw down to the male's crotch, and pressed its palm against the front of his own black, knee length hiking shorts. Beneath the fabric, something vast and rigid throbbed and strained in an urgent desire for freedom.

Kinky almost came again right then and there as she felt the male's erection, already so eager and ready for her. But still, she knew she could not have it yet. Damn him and his rules. A mile of forest-filled land separated her from that swollen shaft of glorious manhood, and thus all she could do was just as the man... as Bade had suggested.

Run with him.

They ran.

Hand in hand, moaning, whimpering, howling, laughing and giggling, they ran.

Leaving all of Kinky's possessions, her tent and clothes and wallet and car keys and house keys and everything behind without a thought, they ran together in search of Bade's cabin. His den, where they could finally be together as Alpha and Bitch. The way nature intended.

They ran for the most part as fast as their legs could carry them, slowing only so that Bade could join Kinky in her freedom and nudity, tearing off his clothes little by little, casting them aside on random tree branches and bushes until he too was unencumbered by clothes. His rigid cock bounced and jiggled with every bounding stride they made, following the same rhythm as Kinky's ample breasts. He chased her from behind, grasping at her buttocks with his fingers, squeezing, prodding, making her squeal and snarl with playful desire. He nipped at her shoulders with his sharp teeth. Growling lustily as he bit down upon the scruff of her neck and stuck one of his feet between her legs, tripping her and sending them both tumbling playfully onto the soft ground.

They rolled, yelping and howling giddily, and sprang up onto all fours. They threw themselves at one another, wrestling and yipping playfully as they fondly fought and batted at one another with their forepaws.

It seemed so natural, so normal that neither one of them noticed the change as it rapidly began to set in. Bodies contorting. Anatomy shifting. Breasts shrinking and nipples multiplying. Fur growing thicker and more luxurious. Hair growing shorter, though retaining its characteristic blue upon both wolves.

Their minds were changing ahead of their bodies, already so primally attuned by the influence of Kinky's heat that it took little to render them almost entirely feral; retaining only a basic understanding of who they had been, and of course some of the urges and emotions which could not have possibly been so clearly recognised by a true wild animal. From the moment they started running, they had been more savage than societal, and now as they bounced and wrestled and played as they carried on towards Bade's cabin, they were simply waiting for their bodies to catch up with the changes that had already swept through their hearts.

Bones clicked, cracked and ground against one another as in an instant the two wolves went from a two legged gait to four, already having been using all fours, but now incapable of practically moving in any other way. There was no pain in the midst of the change though, just an awareness of something suddenly being different. Of a whole new mode of movement suddenly feeling like the correct, natural thing to do.

Their minds were far too far gone to even consider briefly what was happening to them, but though their bodies had no way of interpreting what they were seeing, the ethereal glow of the trees all around them suggested that this forest; this deep, vast forest in which they had both chosen to spend the start of spring, was to blame. The deep green glow illuminated their bodies as the changes began to draw to a close, leaving a pair of four legged, feral wolves where just a few minutes before two people had been standing.

Huffing and yelping, Kinky's legs kicked out wildly in the air as she rolled over onto her back, Bade leaping astride her, snarling in dominance even as he tenderly lapped at her face with his large, rough tongue. As the male lowered himself over her, pinning Kinky to the ground, she could feel his swollen member and heavy balls resting against her lower body; twitching and straining in desire. She whined hungrily, pleading for him to set her loose so they could get back on their way to his den... and the male obliged with a lustful whine of his own.

They bolted the remaining half mile to Bade's home, Kinky following the trail of the male's scent while the alpha wolf himself followed close behind, nipping at the tip of her twitching tail and staring hungrily at the snatched glimpses of her nether regions between her rapidly sprinting back legs. As they ran, their minds reeled; everything so much simpler than before, so much less convoluted, though they couldn't possibly remember or conceive how that was the case. Yet still, there remained within them both a deep seeded desire for what they were about to do to transpire. Not simply a frantic urge to mate... though that was undeniably present, but a need for pleasure.

It took barely five minutes for the two wolves to finally arrive at Bade's cabin, the door unlocked and easy to simply push open via the force of their bodies pushing against it.

They entered the darkened chamber, with its wooden floors and so many myriad possessions of which they had no concept of how to use or value, and whimpered softly. Though in their minds the idea of coming here had been so clear and precise, it seemed now a mere relic of a bygone age. They wanted to be here... but they didn't know why.

Still working on instinct, following the residual scent of the male which was somehow different from the actual scent emanating from him now, Kinky padded into what must have been a chamber reserved for sleep and other such nocturnal activities. She could tell this simply by its scent. The strength indicating that Bade had spent much time here without moving... sleeping, and of course, the varied other scents present in the air too. The stale scent of manhood. Of cum. Somehow though, Kinky did not feel jealous or angry. She seemed to still recognise the concept of masturbation, and closed her eyes for a split second, shuddering where she stood upon all fours as she pictured Bade grasping one of those large, pillow-y objects upon the bed between his forelimbs and humping at it wildly until he sprayed its smooth, cool surface with his manly essence.

It was as the female wolf was lost in that momentary fantasy that Bade made his move, content at last that they were where they needed to be, and ready to give this beautiful crimson furred female all that she deserved and so much more. He nuzzled beneath her twitching tail, and lapped testingly at the swollen lips of her pussy.

The juices were warm and sweet... but not nearly as sweet as the sound of stunned bliss that rang through the wooden cabin as Kinky yelped in pleasure, spinning around on the spot to face Bade, wide eyed and panting.

For a moment their eyes met, and they shared a moment of recognition. That there was something more to tonight than just raw animal lust. That something had happened to them. Changed them. And connected them irreversibly, for tonight at least.

Then, with just one more whimper of pleading longing, Kinky span round once again and lowered her upper body down to the floor; presenting her pussy, tail flagged high out of the way, to Bade where they stood just beside the soft sheets of the male wolf's former bed.

The alpha wolf could have buried his face in that sweet honey-pot and lapped at the juices which flowed forth for hours. He could have made Kinky cum countless times just tasting her sweet essence, preparing her for what he knew he had to offer. But no longer were such thoughts of foreplay present in the male's mind. Now he craved one thing and one thing only from this heat-stricken female before him. The pureness. The wholeness. The absolute perfection that could only be achieved through the most frantic, savage act of breeding.

Pushing off from the ground with his strong forelimbs, Bade growled as he mounted the female, shuffling forward upon her back even as she began to yelp and whimper in fevered anticipation. His hips began to buck uncontrollably as he felt the tip of his cock brush against the soft, dampened fur of her loins, and thick streaks of pre-cum lashed the female's thighs in the mere few seconds it took for Bade to find his mark.

The mere seconds it took for Bade to hit his target felt like an eternity for both wolves, but the male more than made up for that brief delay once he got started. With his forelimbs already wrapped tightly around Kinky's trembling midsection, the male wolf let out a fevered yelp of bliss as in one single, potent thrust he plunged every last inch of his swollen erection into her already soaked, clutching depths. Without hesitation, fuelled by a potent combination of pheromone induced lust and true pleasure as the female's inner walls milked his rigid shaft, Bade began to hump at his new lover with savage urgency. His balls slapped roughly against her over and over again in a frantic frenzy as like a blur his hips bucked and twitched wildly in his efforts to breed the beautiful bitch beneath him.

If Kinky's forelimbs hadn't already given out beneath her in the mere anticipation of being pleasured and penetrated by her alpha, they would certainly have done so once he began to jackhammer his rampant arousal within her. There was absolutely nothing that she could do to resist him or the pleasure he was forcing so deliciously upon her. She yelped and wailed and howled in abject bliss, so over-stimulated, so overwhelmed by not only the sheer ferocity of his ministrations, but their effectiveness too. Never in her life had Kinky allowed a man to be with her during heat. It had always been too risky. Too dangerous for her, not wishing to be encumbered with a child simply to satisfy her physical needs. If she had known though... if she had known just how good a real, living man could feel when in such a state of heightened sensory arousal, it might almost have seemed like it was worth the risk.

There was no debating such thoughts now though. No considering what was right, wrong or more sensible.

There was only the instinctual need for satisfaction, and for her lover's seed to flood deep inside her.

On and on they went, beyond climax time after time without ceasing for a second. Kinky panted and whined and drooled upon the wooden floorboards, open mouthed and her tongue hanging out as fluids gushed from her tightly clutching pussy for the fifth... or was it sixth... time in what couldn't have been more than ten or fifteen minutes. Even as she came though, and howled in bliss anew, she could barely hear herself over Bade's own frantic snarls and grunts of pleasure and effort; pumping wave after wave of his fertile seed into the womb of the beautiful mate whom he had only known for a matter of an hour or two.

It was pure, passion fuelled adrenaline that kept Kinky's back legs standing firm as she was ploughed wildly from behind over and over again, her knees trembling, her clawed toes digging into the floorboards of the cabin, but not faltering or falling even for a moment. She dared not move. Dared not let this amazing feeling stop for a second, lest it might cease for good. It had to continue. It had to last longer. Her body wasn't ready for these incredible sensations to end yet. And, more importantly, whatever was making her body endure such incredible and unfathomably vast volumes of pleasure was not ready for it to end.

Again the male wolf howled as he poured yet another round of hot cum deep into Kinky, far more than his body should have been able to produce after just one prior orgasm, never mind the number he had actually endured! Such was the volume of his seed that even his swollen knot, now holding him tightly and inescapably within the female's depths, could not prevent some slight overflow from the tight seal of their bodies. The hot, sticky fluids of his climactic desire splashed out against the female's trembling walls, flooding and filling her to bursting point, and prompted Kinky's body to trigger yet another mind-bending orgasm of her own. Together their shrieks, howls and yelps of ecstasy rang out through the cabin and beyond. Out into the gathering evening dusk and through the silent forest. The silent, shimmering, glowing forest beyond the cabin's wooden walls.

Outside the cabin, beyond the bubble of bliss in which those two wolves were locked with one another, the entire forest burned with a bright green glow; nature celebrating the coming of spring, beckoning forth the season of fertility and new life with all the joy and pleasure it could muster.

All through the forest, creatures of all shapes and sizes made wild, rampant love to one another. Overwhelmed by emotion and instinct alike, and entitled to pleasure the likes of which they had probably never known before. United in a shared night of perfect bliss, from which there was no escape through either guile or intellectual reasoning.

Come the morning, those few creatures of true intellect and sapient sentience; those who spent the majority their life beyond the forest, beyond nature's grasp, would be granted their minds and bodies once more.

But while the trees shone and the air was still; no breeze to disturb or confuse the ancient magics at work here, all creatures would be equal within the forest realm. Equal in mind, in spirit, and in sheer unbearable bliss.



By Jeeves