Between days of days, this day wasn't as particular as any other day was for him with this kind of lifestyle. Woke up, went through his daily routine to make sure his body is fit and form for the Master, did his duties, came back, was bred or shoved between legs and then was promptly sent back to his room. With certain deviations here and there~ However, this day was going to be a rather peculiar day for the little bold, and he knew that as soon as he walked back into his bedroom bare-naked as he would on all those days prior.

Two pills. Deep purple with a rotoscope of tiny balls through the capsules that were intermittent with colors between purple and bright pink. There was writing through the lid of the capsule that the bold couldn't recognize at first. Beside it was a letter neatly folded with writing on the inside and. . . A fucking wolf. It startled him, at first. A few self-defence spells thrumming at the ready through his palms. The start of a Ice-blizarra piercing through his palm until he realized the beast was chained. Not only that - but marked, causing him to feel a wave of guilt over showing hostility towards the creature. The heavy, pitch-black beast was lying down on the floor, largely disinterested of the bold. Only raising a single eyelid to notice his form rolling out a magical attack before simply closing it once more. That attitude made the bold wonder if this was just some random beast the fox picked up, or one of the pets he owns in his many dimensions. Or just an unfortunate victim he transformed and brain-washed. Who knew. Last, but not least. The cameras. Everywhere. On the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls. Recording every angle and section of the bold’s little encounter. Well, this wouldn’t have been the first time, though bold would be sure to put on a good show for the one who cares for him so dearly.

With immense suspicion, he made his way to the side of the bed where the letter lay dormant. Needing to turn around and face his rear towards the wolf before picking the note up. The canine lifted an eyelid toward the bold's bareslit before raising his head up at attention. His tail lightly beating against the pole beside him.

The little reptile read through the note. . . Letter by letter, word by word. As he went further down, the words became harder and harder to believe - but there was no mistake. This was a direct order from the fox, and he'd know if the task was done. The kobold always whined and pleaded for a thick breeding, and he supposed he got what he asked for. Treat the wolf as a lover? We'll just see how that'll go. . . He took the two pills diligently and threw them to the back of his throat. Swallowing vigorously, finding a lack of water around to really help with the process - while also finding the necessity of it fairly unneeded. He sat down on the bed and waited for the effects to settle in. Meanwhile, the wolf wouldn't spend any time at all as the kobold sat down and idly spread his legs apart. The wolf, smelling his sex from where he laid, slowly raised himself and began an eager trot forward. The bold would clench a bit, his tail flicking and his knees raising. Still rather unsure of this beast as a whole.

"E-Easy there, boy." He pleaded, his hand coming out towards the wolf as he approached. The wolf considered the claw. He sniffed. Once. Twice. giving a courtesy nose-boop to it too as a means of saying 'Yeah, yeah' before quickly shoving his face forward toward the bold's slit, making several small, sharp sniffs, not really making any contact at first. The bold gasped, his tail flicking up behind him while his legs clamped down over the wolf's head. The black dog, making a small growling remark, finally felt his head unclenched by the small bold as he let go once more. Wanting to follow the fox's instructions to the t. As the wolf idly sniffed at his sex - the bare, soft and supple front baring against the thick throws of the wolf's nose, he already felt his insides start to change. . . His eggs would quickly burn within. Each egg firing up like hot coals as his cells would replicate and accommodate. The pills having contained duplicate female sex cells that his body was forced to absorb and adapt to, at least for the next. . . Well, probably as long as the fox was going to make the bold breed with this thing for.

With the heat finally soothing to a dull warmth - the kobold's claw gently retreating from his stomach as he felt the pain subside. He finally let out a low sigh as he decided that it was probably finally time to get to work. He looked down, peering back into those hideously bright amber eyes, giving him an uneasy smirk as he tapped the left side of his face. The wolf only giving out an amused huff at his hesitance. "A-ah. . . Roight, well, uh. . . You look like ya know what you're doin' so. . ."

He slowly dragged his claw from the side of the wolfs face all the way down to his chin before gently sending his regards by flicking the front of his claws against the wolf's lips. Unsure of himself, he'd bring two claws down to his sex - pressing his fingers and sliding them across the front of his labia, before hooking them on each side of his folds. Exposing the inside of his fleshy interior and walls out to the wolf -, spreading his legs out a bit wider. His folds now giving something more similar scent to that of a bitch in hear than a reptile, causing the wolf's to go from curiously sniffing to wagging in excitement. 

The kobold's tunnel was pink, and quite tight. There were several ribbed textures from the inside of his folds to the entrance of his tunnel, his hole sideways with visible muscular bumps on the inside that would drag in and clench like a sentient mound of flesh.

The wolf, quite unable to keep a hold of himself much longer - whilst not really caring to, pressed his face right up against Boro's sex. His cold nose pressing hard against his clit while his lips shivered and clenched against his own. Yet again, the kobold froze. Clenching hard at the sensation while his tail flicked in the air with a wild attitude. His clit twitching and trembling at the hard press. With a momentary, drawn out silence, the wolf opened his maw – letting a flat, broad tongue press hard against the folds of his sex. His textured insides gently dragged upwards as the wolf pulled his tongue up, making sure to give plenty of attention to his clit in the process – drawing a heavy, high-pitched moan from the kobold. His fingers finding themselves slowly departing his folds as his hands fell back down on his thighs, a little too uneasy to start petting and caressing the wolf just yet. The beast, once again, dragged upward. This time however it was much more impatient, yet the rolling heat of his heavy, twitching appendage over the bold’s own never swayed. Another. Another. With each heavy lick, the bold would throw his hips forward gently, finding himself much more aroused and engaged than he would’ve expected before he took those pills. He was finding himself a world of pleasure he wasn’t quite prepared for, and it was only going to get a whole lot more intense. The wolf didn’t even bother those flat licks anymore. Instead simply pressing his muzzle forward, forcing his broad tongue through the first few inches of his hole – despite the righteous resistance it proved to be. The kobold pressed both of his claws towards his clit, thrusting wildly into them – hoping to bring down the thrumming pleasure in his loins before simply outright throwing himself backwards. His tail folded under his form as his body laid back. His ankles hooked hard into the bedsheets. Moaning. Hard moaning. A pre-soaked claw did its best to keep him down. Finding his palm wedged between his teeth as he tried to keep the noise down, only really making deep bitemarks in his smooth, scaled form.  “N-Mmmhh! Ffffhahmmhm! Mmmmm!” A simple melody played by several kobolds receiving their first of many orgasms. His sex would flex, clenching down hard on the wolf’s thick tongue – sadly, and abruptly interrupting its wild and thick movements – making the bulge in his tunnel even more visible as his body collapsed down on it. The wolf gave a surprise glance at the bold. His eyes flicking open wide as stood there, unable to move his tongue. Only feeling a thick gush of fluid down his tongue before the bold’s female fluids ran down his crotch and soaked the bed below. The kobold himself now cracking his scales as his hips thrusted into the air wildly. His legs wrapping around the wolf once more, shoving his face further and further into his form before his orgasm subsided and his walls relented. The wolf pulled back, a heavy growl forming once more as his head was commandeered for a second time. The first time was a warning, the second time called for punishment.

His heavy head darted forward, uncaring of the exhausted, tired form of the bold before him – lips parting to reveal a row of incredibly sharp, predatory teeth. The same teeth that would be used to hitch on to the front piece of boro’s clit, and then roughly pulled backward. Not enough to cause him any harm, but certainly enough to deal a great amount of pain. And, a great amount of pain it was! The bold immediately shot forward, his form trembling while his claws rapidly came over to cover up his clit. Fine, then. The wolf nipped at his folds. Up, down, around. If his clit was exposed, he’d nip that too. If they were all exposed, then that called for a hard chomp. Leaving the bold to sit there while his slit would slowly turn from a pretty pink to a raging, irritated red. The bold’s whines and gasps were pretty to the wolf, causing a slight, subtle wag as he enjoyed his time between the male’s thighs. Though it wouldn’t last TOO long anyways. As the wolf stepped backwards, letting the bold finally get a rush of fresh air to his sex. The wolf simply stared the kobold down. Who, of which, was holding his clit and folds in fear and pain. Feeling the blood rush to his sensitivities, quickly repairing the slight, unnoticeable damages. The kobold flicked his eyes up – those pretty pale blues meeting the wolf’s stare, feeling a sense of ‘You know what to do, you slut.’ Coming from the wolf as he backed away before. . . Turning around, lifting his tail, and simply giving a look behind him, wagging the tip of his tail in the are a little impatiently.

The kobold. . . Understood. This wolf was far more intelligent than many of the beasts he’s encountered in the woods, or any of the pets he’s met from other owners. This one was rather experienced, and deviant to boot. It. . . Was most likely best left to discretion and the bold would do well not to think or question it. With a  heavy huff, he’d lunge forward. His claws grabbing at the sheets below him as his knees roughly planted on the floor. The wolf, giving a satisfied wag of his hips and a heavy, happy pant, looked behind him expectantly. The bold shook his head, he had two things – well, okay, FOUR things in front of him. The wolf’s tight pucker, his. . . heavy pair of balls and a sheath right below it. He wasn’t sure which was the right thing to treat first. He’d begun to speak, his tongue flicking in the air as his dialogue arose: “Roight, well, ah, which one of ya things do you want me to mess with mate-“ He was quickly cut off as the wolf gave him his answer. The muscular beast took a step backwards, his rear-end planting itself directly on the front of his muzzle, before simply just standing there, circling across his face. The little reptile quickly reared back – surprised at this sudden suggestion, while also finding himself a bit disgusted. He would serve the fox plenty of times by licking his hole when asked, but the fox would clean himself out. . . Yet the bold didn’t smell any stench from the wolf – only the over empowering scent of the beast’s growing length before him. There wasn’t anything visually either that would indicate a lack of cleanliness. So, maybe. . . Fuck it, it was worth the shot, wasn’t it? He take a long, exasperated sigh, knowing that even wolves in this dimension don’t just have simple requests and desires. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he’d pull his head forward and face the hole, frankly a fair bit intimidated himself. 

He’d inch a bit closer, and closer. His maw gently parting as a tongue carefully came out to reach the wolf’s hole. . . It was. . . Clean. Nice, even. In fact, it was quite a lot like his Master’s own. It probably had something to do with the fact that they were both from the same family of canine bu- Another shove from the wolf. Another grind. The bold’s tongue was forced deeper into the wolf, feeling nothing but a leathery inside as he drew his tongue backwards. Hm. Fine. The kobold gave another lick – and another. He’d press his thin tongue down the perimeter of the hole, enjoying the feeling of his tongue flicking and pressing against the rim of his hole. He’d slowly start shifting from the outside of the puffy flesh to the inside. Flicking, licking and kissing the front of the wolf’s hole as his eyes slowly lidded to a close. The wolf himself made quiet, rumbling-yet-whistling huffs as the bold did his handiwork. The rear-end of the wolf becoming thoroughly drenched with his saliva as he pressed his tongue in, and out. In, and out. His head bobbing up and down in rhythmic tandem with the movements of his tongue. His lips now almost slurping at parts of his hole as his body inched closer and closer. His arms pulling up to wrap around the wolf’s hips, sometimes bringing them closer to his rear to part the sides of the wolf’s hole. Though the most they’d find themselves doing is rubbing and stroking along the ballsack of the wolf, feeling and appreciating just the mere size, weight and magnitude. Feeling the taunt skin ripple and tug as new, fertile cum was made by the minute. Building as time grew on to bake a very special batch for the bold, the balls themselves feeling like footballs by comparison. A separate claw also making its way towards the wolf’s overly enlarged sheath. Running his smooth, scaled and padded claw from the tip of the canine’s cock to the base. His cunny drenched in the thought of having something like that pump something so virile in his hole. The reptile was in heaven as his breath began to shudder and moans softly rattled out, burdened with such pathetic need, thrusting in the air impatiently, letting droplets of pre build a puddle under him, flinging some strands toward the black beast’s ankles. Huffing as he felt the wolf clench down and twinge at the movement, his claws tipping and tapping at the floor as waves of pleasure washed over his own body, although, it wasn’t too terribly long before the little horny and fertile kobold would slow down. His maw coming to a close as his thin reptilian tongue flicked back in. His eyes, drunken with an immense lust, would peer downwards, finding his target being those pair of heavy balls. He’d lean forward, planting a kiss right toward the wolf’s ass once more, his lips curling around and tugging at the soft leather of the wolf – his tongue flicking and enjoying the sensation before planting another kiss. And another. And another. One more was planted not on the wolf’s hole, but on his taint. 

This would continue on for a short while, every kiss bringing him closer and closer downwards until he found his face buried under those. . . Those puppy-factories brushing such an immense heat over the kobold’s face, he may even feel a slight rush of pink over the bridge of his nose. Was he getting drunk off this stuff? Surely he wouldn’t get like this over some lowly wolf – it’d must be the pills! He’d only ever get like this around his Master or a dragon. . . yet, no more thoughts. No more cares. No more thoughts, no more cares. He’s press his maw forward and give a long, tempted lick across the rear end of the right sack, all the way up to the taint. Clenching, yet, relishing in the sour taste of the wolf’s ball sweat as he ran up the taint, only to come down and do the very same with the other. No cares, no worries. The bold would casually find himself grow wetter and wetter, his sex growing an immense heat as he found himself face-to-face with the one thing that’ll leave him fat and awkward for the next few months. He couldn’t control himself, and he couldn’t care to. He’d lower his head as he gently opened his maw under the wolf’s right ballsack. Plunging forward and letting it settle over his maw, his cheeks squeezing down on the side as he proceeded to swallow and lick the large ball. Before doing the same with the other. Again, and again. He wasn’t sure how long this would last. Minutes? Hours, maybe? He’d let the first person who told him stand as prophet of truth. Over time, between loving nuzzles, swallows, licks and claw-massages, the wolf’s balls would’ve been plenty stimulated and primed for whatever he had in store for the bold. All the while letting out the cutest little moans and huffs and breaths as he went to work. The wolf was loving every second. His hind claw lifting up behind the Boro boy to give him more room to work – though the boy was taking more than enough time, and the wolf was getting anxious. At this point, he needed to breed with something – now, and he didn’t care who, or where. Promptly pushing himself off of the kobold, finding the boy to lean forward, missing on the one thing he’d so dearly care for moments ago, he was quickly met with a firm headbutt from the wolf. His pleading, begging feral yarps and yips for more quickly silenced as the wolf pressed his noggin against the kobold’s own. Giving a firm, harsh growl. If there was ever a clearer sign of ‘Stand still, or I’ll hurt you so, so very bad’, then the kobold didn’t know what it was. Standing still, he’d see the absolute ginormous form of the wolf before him lunge forward. The wolf’s front paws hooking onto the bed. The bold feeling his back pressing against the bedframe – his rear-end planted firmly against the ground as he witnessed the wolf’s huge form completely cover him. A shadow now enclosing the kobold’s small form. The wolf would stop for a moment, the kobold taking his time adjusting to the now sudden darkness as he leaned forward to see what he was looking at – before what he was looking for poked him right in the nose. It was a huge sheath, with the wolf’s fleshy tip poking forward. The bold would peer to the side, seeing the huge puddle of pre that had been collected during the bold’s worship, the wolf’s pre production seeming to only grow more aggressive over time as the bold felt a flick of pre across his chest and stomach, thoroughly coating himself in the musk. Ensuring that if he was ever alone after this, he’d be left with something to masturbate to for weeks. If the bold were to gauge from this close proximity, the wolf had to have been easily eight or nine inches long, including the visible knot from the inside of his sheath, and about the thickness of a shaving gel can. He wondered if he would even be able to take this length at all. . . The wolf’s length tensed harshly, and visibly. His length pulling all the way up to tap the bottom of his stomach before reaching back down once more. Tense. Tense. Pulse. Throb. Flick. Drip. It was waiting for the bold’s next move. Swallowing, knowing he had nowhere else to go – nowhere else to run, he’d lean forward. Giving the smallest, most experimental lick.

It was salty, horridly salty. Surely from the vast amount of fluid that covered the rod from top to bottom. The wolf gave a heavy and hard thrust forward from the lick. The beast clumsily missing, ending up just rubbing the wolf’s fat sheath across the front of the kobold’s face. Harshly poking his forehead and cheek with the wolf’s sharp, tapered length. The wolf would pull back once more, letting the little reptile do his work. A claw, tempting and careful, raised up to take a light hold of the wolf’s sheath, just to keep it steady. Gently, and cautiously, he’d shuffle forward. Time seemed to stand still in that moment. The wolf keeping himself completely unmoved and quiet – his eyes flung open as he waited for those lips to touch his length. For the confirming that contact was made. With a quiet, cautious “Ah~” from the kobold, his lips would wrap around the front of the wolf’s length, before he was abruptly made to swallow the rest.

The wolf lunged forward, hard. His sheath rapidly rolling back from the kobold’s tight lips – making the kobold abruptly gag and reflex as he felt the sharp tip jab at the back of his throat. Most importantly, though, he was flung back. The wolf’s crotch pushing hard against his face as his head was pinned between the metal stand behind him and the wolf’s crotch. There was a desperate, waiting moment as the wolf stood completely hilted in the kobold’s maw. Letting him squirm and swallow as the canine’s length rapidly swelled over his tongue.

He’d pull back once, slowly. Enjoying the warm sensation of the wolf’s squishy length slide back across the reptile’s tongue, making an incredibly wet, sloppy noise as he reared back, before pressing forward. Slamming the kobold back into the bedstand. Making the back of his head throb in pain. More, and more, the wolf’s length would grow to its full size. No longer did it sloppy stab at the back of his throat, but it would FILL his throat. Bending more and more until it was almost completely past his gag reflex, almost poking at his stomach. Pull. Thrust. Pull. Thrust. The wolf’s knot would press sternly against the tent in his own sheath, bashing against the kobold’s muzzle every time it made contact, before suddenly flicking forward and showing itself from the sheath of the male. The sight of it alone made the kobold crave and immense need. The rounded shape – the pulsing form, the growing stature as the size only intimidated the little kobold even more. The wolf huffed, finally feeling the exhausting, constriction sensation of his sheath plop free from its restrctions as he was finally given full reign over his cock. No more time faffing about.

He'd pull back, and thrust. Slowly, at first. . . Tap. Tap. Tap. The kobold thankful for his horns as he angled them back, bracing them against the bedstand, about the only thing stopping himself from getting a concussion in this moment and time. The wolf stepped a bit closer, his knot now pressed much more firmly against the kobold’s muzzle as he began to rapidly pick up speed. Tap. Taptap. Taptaptaptap. The wet slapping noise of soft, unfurred leather bashing against a bluthering, whining kobold ringing out in the house. The kobold’s throat would start to burn as his hole was filled and tightened and clenched over the canine’s form. Pre splashing against his throat as it coated his insides and filled his stomach. Soft, groaning huffs rang out from the wolf as he pressed himself firmer, and harder against the little kobold he had trapped between his legs.

It wouldn’t be too much longer until the kobold’s jaw and throat would begin to loosen up, either. And with how this wolf was treating him, it wouldn’t be too much longer until he found his nosed pinned and tied up against the wolf’s crotch – which he had to avoid at all costs. Hopefully the wolf would just finish himself off in his throat, and they could move on, but. . . Tap tap tap tap, the world became a blur as the beast took the reptile like an alpha takes their bitch. Fucking him in the best, most vicious way an animal could. A hard and final push came out from the wolf, one that would make the bold’s horn press harder and harder against the bedstand. . . Until. . . *Clink!* His horns stuck in the bedstand, clipped under a rod and in a rather complicated spot. He couldn’t move his head, or his jaw, and as the wolf relented – only to step forward and get more ground, he knew exactly what was about to happen.

The kobold tried to plea. Soft, muffled noises ringing out below as his head tried to twist out of the way, but it wouldn’t happen. The knot was grinding against his teeth now, and surprisingly enough, something inside of him knew that if he tried to keep up this fight any longer, he knew his teeth were going to lose. Letting out a small, defeated, desperate yip, he’d push open his maw a few inches wider before. . .

*Pop!* The knot slipped through. The wolf would be rapidly pumping himself against the kobold. His crotch pressed hard against his nose, his eyes able to see nothing but fur, and able to smell and breathe nothing but the dominating musk of the wolf before him. The wolf began to let out a long, sustained growl as he released in the little reptile. With a heavy throb, a thick rope of cum would begin to flung itself forward. Another, another, it was like a water sprocket that was left on as thick ropes of wolfy cum filled his gullet and insides. His eyes nearly rolled back, his head unable to move even an inch as he was pinned there, forced to swallow every heavy throb that rang true. Honestly, he couldn’t even feel the cum start to fill him up – the only indication of that being simply his need to eat growing less and less, and his appetite quickly subsiding as his stomach grew heavy. Swallowing on that rod in his throat that would throb again. . . And again. . . And again.

The wolf wasn’t done, though. Besides, what did you think knots were for? Seeing as how the knot was quickly slipped behind the bold’s lips, it would grow in immense side. Filling his cheeks, filling his throat before the male’s immense length He’d feel the burning in his throat grow to intense measures as the twitching ceased, and his jaw was nearly unhinged. . . He couldn’t breathe. What’s worse is that he couldn’t move his head in protest, or even draw a breath to scream. The wolf knew better than to keep the kobold knotted like this – yet, he wanted to see just how long he could last. Amused, he’d look down, seeing the kobold’s horns completely entrapped by a few awkwardly-broken bedstand poles. He’d roll his eyes, before flipping himself around. Making the kobold face his rear as the wolf peered outward. Finding himself a bit too long to service the bold like this, he’d flop himself down. The kobold now able to feel a rather measureable force pulling the knot back out – but that didn’t get it out just quite yet. His breath was still kept to a quiet whine, his lungs now beginning to start that horrible, rapid burn that many drowning victims suffered in their final moments. The kobolds cheeks now starting to turn blue while his consciousness slowly slipped away from his body, the wolf would just take his sweet time by lapping at that kobold’s sex, enjoying how the kobold would lick and grasp at everything and anything to get himself free. Kicking the wolf’s forearms and face, grasping at the behind him – though, slowly, and surely, it would all swirl to a blackness that the kobold couldn’t react to. Finding the entire thing rather entertaining, the wolf would roll his eyes, plant a firm hind paw on the back of the bedframe before using the immense strength in his legs to yank his knot out of the kobold’s maw. And just like that, the kobold took in a huge, quick breath – sounding more like a deflating air balloon than a kobold, before exhaling, and taking another. All of a sudden, color would come back to form. Pain would grow to be an even recognizable sensation and the pleasure from the wolf casually licking him would come back to form. . . In fact, apparently his body has been reacting to the treatment quite well while the kobold was lost in the land of asphyxiation as another hard orgasm hit. His entire body wrenching and humping into the heavy, lazy form of the wolf as he licked and lapped away.

The wolf lapped his lips, those thin black lines now properly glistening, coated with the fluid of a particular kobold. He’d give the best grin a feral would could give as he slowly stood back up again, walking over the kobold once more as he’d done before. His heavy, spent cock pointed toward, dribbling pre over the kobold’s scaled, writhing form. Boro would scamper on the ground. Both claws gripping at the edge of the bedframe as he tried his hardest to yank his horns out from the gripping claw of the bed. “N-No! Not again! Please! I-I’m gonna fahkin’ die if you put that god-damned thing back in!” The wolf rolled his eyes, finding himself rather annoyed at the kobold’s dramatics as he brought a paw over his head, planting a firm smack over the top of his face. A firm “Twannggg!” Ringing out from the bedframe behind him as he felt freedom return to his head and neck. He wasn’t pinned by the bedframe anymore! 
The kobold reached behind him, grasping and enjoying the sensation of freedom once again. A sigh of relief washed over his stained body, his head flickering up to meet those bright ambers, only finding himself midway through his appreciation before quickly finding a stern, expecting glare. “Whew! Christ, nearly fuckin’ died there, right? Good thing you got me roight out when ya di-“ The stare was intense, and almost unbearable. It was almost like the kobold had said something to him to insult his entire family. Boro’s shoulders would raise and his gaze would return quite fearfully toward the wolf, a simple “O-Oh. . .” Stammering out. The wolf, rather simply, took a single paw and placed it firmly against his chest. His claws raking against his scales painfully until the force was enough to bring him to the floor. Yet again, the wolf would overshadow the poor little kobold. His large paw quickly came down towards his flat chest, the sheer size comparison alone was enough to send a chill through the kobold’s spine. The wolf applied pressure – quite a bit of pressure. It was enough to make the kobold squirm and kick around. Air quickly exiting his lungs once more. Was the wolf getting his sick kicks off of watching him face death over and over? He give a single glance up to meet with the wolf’s gaze once again, fearful of what he’d see next – only to see a parted maw, and a large, almost unnaturally thick and flexible tongue before him. Slowly, carefully, that maw would begin to lower, the parted muzzle alone enough to completely cover the bold’s face. The tongue would slide across the kobold’s lips. Back, and forth, finding an entrance before planting themselves right at the front. The muscle would bunch up, applying more and more force against his lips, hoping to wrench them open. The wolf, giving no noise at all, would simply solve this issue, by scraping his claw down against his chest and stomach hard. The kobold screamed in pain, his maw yanking open in surprise before finding it quickly filled with the wolf’s flat, wriggling tongue. Before too long, the wolf would simply finish the seal off by twisting his head and gently closing his maw over the kobold’s own, forcing the little cunnyboy to breathe nothing but dog breath for the next coming moments. The kobold’s tongue would do its best to fight off its now rather rampant and lusty intruder. Pushing, wriggling and flicking against its shape, only to be completely dominated by the writhing shape and form. The wolf finding no trouble at all pushing its way towards his cheeks, his tongue, his throat and finally his gag reflex. Taking a moment to sit there, force the puny, pathetic reptile to breath his own oxygen. Finding it harder and harder to breath as time went on. The wolf flattened his tongue out, bulging Boro’s throat out as the wolf demonstrated to the bold quite clearly what his position was around the wolf and what his job was for the next coming long, long while. With that out of the way, the wolf would sit there, swallowing for a few moments, before pulling his maw up and flicking his tongue back in. Leaving Boro to stammer and breathe fresh air for once, Feeling the air cool his lungs off once more. Finding this dance with death being quite tiring at this point.

The wolf was tired of playing this waiting game, and as the Boro would surely see by opening his eyes once more and taking a peek below the wolf – his erection was again in full effect. Hard, across all inches, and throbbing once more. It was just as needy and just as virile as the time before, except there was no longer any reason to hide any inch of it. The wolf made a quick motion with his maw, hooking the hips of the soaked reptile and quickly flopping him over on his stomach, before promptly hooking his hips once more and pulling him upwards, forcing him on his hands and knees. It was time. The kobold gave one final look behind him as he saw that throbbing length bounce around with such an immense weight as the wolf stepped over him, bounding the bed once more, lowering his hips and thrusting randomly. The bold felt something within him break. He. . . Was ready. More ready than he had ever felt before. He was going to be a mother! A proud one, at that! His poor, crying teenage eggs would finally be satisfied and seeded, finally laving the bold filled and dripping from the front. . . The wolf would curl his toes, piercing the sheets above him as he inched closer and closer, lowering his hips in a dire attempt to hit anything. This was it. It was coming. As he felt that wolf’s boiling-hot tip pierce and poke against his thighs and ass, he knew it wouldn’t be  much longer now. Another clawed tap against the ground – another thrust before-

The kobold let out a harsh, pained yelp as the wolf thrusted rather hard into the kobold ass, finding the thick and fleshed tip piercing through his rear end without any care or hesitation. The canine’s pre quickly being used up as the insides would absorb most of it. The wolf would have thought anything different, either. His tunnel was ridged all the same, what was the difference with this one? He’d pull back, and thrust. . . And thrust, and thrust, his animalistic speed and instinct taking over once more as he sloppily hammered away at the kobold’s small, writhering hole. The kobold’s tail would writhe. Flicking and slamming against the side of the wolf as he rutted away. The small cunnyboy made a small, futile attempt at bucking the large beast off. His shoulders only meeting a wall of meat above him that seemed uncaring and disinterested in his predicament. Small little noises would ring out from the bold, angered and disappointed. Not wanting the wolf to miss his best, most fertile shot at missing him. “F-Fucka! You’re in the w-w-wrronngggg, ah! Fuckin’ hole! Cunt! Fffuck!” He’d feel the pain that’d shoot through his body with the sound of every bare-leather-slap against his rear end finally broil down to a small pleasure that’d grow in size as time went on and on, but the wolf knew what he was doing. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with the little kobold first.

Without any warning or hesitation what so ever, the wolf would pull his cock out, shooting a spare shot of pre against his folds as he quickly lowered and thrusted into the PROPER hole this time, not even missing a beat in his rapid, heated pace. Again, again, again, thrust and thrust and pulse and pulse. The kobold would feel a whole new world of pleasure as the wolf hit the sweet spot. His entire form arched – his pleasure skyrocketed, but most of all: his wombs craved. His tunnel would pull, and clench, his entrance would burn with such immense heat but none of it could overpower his craving to breed. The knot rammed at his entrance like a battering ram, his small hole pushing back at every opportunity – not sure if it could even have the physical capacity to hold it in. Though the wolf wouldn’t give a good god damn. Their combined fluids and the wolf’s harsh movements would coat both of their crotches in a sloppy, glazed, pre-drenched mess. The kobold’s knees bent together, humping back into every thrust and accenting it with a moan for every other one. A visible bulge under the kobold, surely capture by a camera beneath him, showing every inch sliding in, and out of his cute, smooth form.

The kobold clung on for dear life, nothing but high-pitched yips, yarps and moans ringing true. His claws gripped at the metal before him hungrily as he felt the horny wolf above him shudder, and his foot-claws tip and tap at the ground beneath him. It was time, he was close. The kobold knelt his head down, his teeth baring against the metal as the wolf gave one, firm solid slap – and just like that – pain exploded within him. He felt his cervix instantly compromised as the wolf shoved his entire length into him. The kobold could feel a dire second as the wolf’s tip poked and prodded right up against a clutch of fresh eggs. He was worried they’d break, but he was mostly worried if the wolf would cum. And, with that, he did. With one true throb, the kobold would fertilize. The oversized dog, with a single throb, filled the kobold’s undersized womb. And with such a direct hit against his eggs, he could already feel them compromise, and begin to germinate against the wolf’s sperm. His entrance was incredibly stretched, another camera able to see a visible bulge as the knot stood still, throbbing and growing within him. This time, with zero intention of pulling out. Another throb. With nowhere else to go – his entrance completely plugged, the kobold’s ancestral ability to stretch and accommodate took center stage. Extending and stretching outward, causing his underside to distend with cum. Already making him look several months pregnant. Another. Another. The wolf would turn around, letting his form naturally pull on the knot as he came. For the next three hours, they’d sit there like that. With the wolf cuming into the kobold while the boy groaned and moaned in absolute, lust-drunken bliss.

He was lucky enough to let a few shots of cum squirt out his front, causing a thick puddle of dog cum to collect between his knees. The only relief being those few moments where the knot would let up, and some cum would make it through. However, it was only inevitable when that knot finally loosened up. The wolf making his way to the other side of the room, licking his tool clean while the kobold. Fulfilled, drained, and properly seeded. Surely impregnated with the wolf’s litter, he’d lower himself. Completely passing out from exhaustion as his face slumped to the ground and his vaginal would pushed most of the wolf’s cum out. Covering most of the floor, except swerving around each camera on the floor, the fox apparently already prepared for that with magical barriers. Within a few moments later. The wolf would walk up to the kobold once more. Seeing his unconscious and used body, shrugged. Simply grabbing the kobold by the ankle, dragging him a few feet away and then lowering himself over the boy once more. Causing a generous smear in his wake. The wolf didn’t need the boy to be awake to breed him, and he definitely wasn’t going to break his combo. For the next few hours – days, maybe, the wolf would use the kobold again and again. The reptile waking up intermittently to clench and moan, before passing out once more. All the while the wolf had the time of his life. Between days of days, this day had to have been one of the hottest for the bold. If he was ever alone in the woods again with a wolf, he wouldn’t be sure if he could stop himself from goading a good fuck out of them anymore.