Glass clinked together on the bar as Maggie picked up the next round of drinks for her and her girl friends. The tall gray and white wolf could already feel the buzz from the four beers already in her. Her brown bottle was unique in the cluster of tall colorful drinks her friends had ordered; she'd always found that the sugary beverages gave her terrible hangovers though. It was a Friday night, and as such the rural bar was packed full with men and women looking to take a load off after a long week of work. Many of her fellow patrons were local farmers and farm hands looking to knock boots with girls like herself. Maggie weaved her way through the groups of people, trying not to step on any rouge tails or accidentally brush her’s against a random leg. She had to pay attention, the booze already made her head swim a little and her arms feel heavy. It didn’t help that the bar’s lighting was minimal, a few bulbs above the bar itself and the rest coming from the beer branded stained glass shades over the pool tables in between the bar and the back tables where the girls were sat. Loud country music filled her ears as she bent down to set the drinks on the table, each of her friends taking their respective order as the wolf sat herself down in her chair. 


“Thanks hun.” The brown and cream colored wolf to Maggie’s left said over the din as she took a sip of her bright red cocktail, the she wolf’s accent being by far the thickest out of all four women. 


Jenny had always been the group’s instigator, tonight had been her idea after Maggie’s 30th birthday party two weeks prior hadn’t been the chaotic rager that she had planned. To Jessie’s left sat Phoebe, a vibrantly colored red vixen enjoying her first night out drinking since giving birth to her first child, and finally to Maggie’s right was Jessie, a rather attractive coyote and the youngest member of the group. Maggie relaxed in her chair, enjoying the warm buzz as Phoebe started showing Jenny the latest pictures of her son. She was the only one in the group to be married, and the only mother. Jenny had a boyfriend which left the two wolves as the only singles and the only pair with their eyes scanning and observing the various males around them also enjoying the festivities. 


“You know,” Jenny spoke again, taking another sip of her drink before continuing. “That guy over there, that ram…each time you come back over here he’s been staring at your ass.” The wolf continued with raised eyebrows. 


Maggie took a swig from her beer, looking over her shoulder to see what her friend was talking about. 


“The all black one?” She asked in a lighter accent.


“Mhm, every time.”


The sheep stood amongst a group of men, a few other herbivores and some predator species too. By now his back was turned but immediately Maggie liked what she saw, he stood up straight, was obviously very fit with powerful looking legs and hips and horns curled symmetrically against the sides of his head. 


‘Must be a farm hand or something’ The wolf thought to herself, noting the ram’s red plaid button down tucked into dark blue jeans with a leather belt. The outfit was similar to her own, only her jeans were a lighter tone and her shirt was a sky blue plaid. 


“Hmm, yeah he’s not bad.” She mused out loud, turning her gaze back to the table just in time as he noticed the eyes boring into the back of his head and turned to see whose attention he’d grabbed. 


“Not bad? Honey come on…” Jenny teased with a knowing smile. 


“You know herbivores aren’t my preference.” Maggie teased back in a hopeless attempt to defend herself. 


Jenny merely looked down her snout at her.


“What!?” Maggie shot back with a sarcastic grin as her snout began to blush.


Jenny leaned in, lowering her voice as a mischievous look crossed her snout. 


“Girl, how long has it been?” 


“8, 9…ok 10 months.” 


Jenny put her elbow on the table, the wolf dramatically placing her head in her hand. 


“10 months.” She said in a drawn out, matter-of-fact tone, her eyebrows raised. 


“Mags, if you could’ve made a whole ass kid in the time since your last romp, then it's time for you to get laid chica. Plus, it's just for one night so who cares if he’s not your top pick.” 


Maggie sighed, looking off into space away from her friend. Deep down she knew the other she wolf was right, it had been too long since she’d enjoyed another’s company. Turning 30 a few weeks before had thrown her into something of a minor tailspin, the fact that her 20s were over ringing Maggie’s psyche like a bell. She didn’t feel 30, at times she still felt like a confused 20 year old college student, her eyes filled with wonder and terror at the vastness of the world she was about to be thrust into. But here she was, inhabiting that world, her life consumed by the daily monotony of work, grocery shopping and all the other minutiae of life. She’d been the sole occupant of her rented house's bedroom for too long now. 


“Just go talk to him! You got this, he looks like an easy snag!” Jenny encouraged, patting her friend on the thigh. 


Maggie sighed again, taking a deep swig off her beer before setting the bottle down decisively on the table. 


“Alright, fuck it.” She said in a serious tone, rising up from her seat, the chair scooting noisily against the barroom floor.


Phoebe and Jessie looked up from the phone as they noticed Maggie getting up, Jenny shooting the girls a silent “watch this” look as the gray she wolf strutted away, her bushy tail swaying behind her from the sudden onrush of nerves. 


‘Right, just don’t come on too strong…’ She thought to herself as she padded over. 


The black sheep’s back was still turned as Maggie passed behind him, the wolf brushing her tail high up against his thigh firm enough for him to know that it was no accident. The tail brush was a universal sign for “follow me” and sure enough as soon as she leaned her body against the bar a black mass appeared in her periphery, the only color being the shiny gold of his pupils barely visible behind his shaggy blank bangs. Turning to face the ram Maggie could see his group observing the interaction just as hers was, the males eager to see their buddy score with the big predator woman. 


“So, whatcha drinkin’ tonight?” The ram said in a confident tone as he leaned against the bar. 


Maggie matched his move, leaning her elbow against the polished wood surface as she faced him. He had a slick confidence about him, his face bordering on arrogant as he lounged against the bar. If this boy had been her own age then she’d have been annoyed, but Maggie could tell that this ram was at least a few years younger than herself. His age transformed his cocky self assuredness into a boyish charm in the tipsy wolf’s eyes, not that she was going to let him know that just yet. 


“I’ll take a  bourbon.” She said cooly, the wolf allowing her tail to sway behind her just a little bit to show this guy that she was interested. 


“Heh, sure thing. What's your name by the way?” 


“Maggie.” 


“Maggie, I’m Travis.”


Before the wolf could reply the bartender strode up, the experienced boar recognizing fraternization when he saw it. 


“Two bourbons please, uh you want ice in your’s or…” The ram gestured at Maggie. 


“Neat,” the wolf said simply. 


The sheep raised his eyebrows briefly and pursed his lips, impressed at the she wolf before him. 


“Neat it is.” He said, looking back at the bartender who patted the top of the bar before stepping off to complete the order.


There was a brief moment of silence as the pair sized each other up in their minds, it was Travis who broke the silence and made the first move. 


“That tail of yours has a mind of its own huh?” The ram asked with a cocky smile. 


Maggie could tell by the look on the black sheep’s face that he knew that all he had to do was not screw things up if he wanted to land her. 


“I’ve learned to trust her intuition.” The wolf replied calmly as two glasses of straight bourbon were placed on the bar in front of them.


The pair lifted their respective glasses to their lips at the same time, each gauging the other’s reaction to the liquor as they searched for weaknesses in their opponent. But both of them sipped and swallowed without wincing, the wolf and the sheep making eye contact the entire time. 


“Not bad.” Maggie said as she set the glass down on the bar, watching as the ram tossed the rest of his down his neck. 


“You like what you saw earlier?” She continued in her cool, stoic tone, the wolf not eager to reveal too many of her emotions just yet. 


“I’ll tell ya…after you tell me if you liked what you saw.” Travis replied with a sneaky wink. 


‘He talks big game, I wonder if he can back it up…’ Maggie thought to herself as she pondered her next move.  


“Well…” the wolf said, picking up her whiskey and swirling the amber colored liquid around in its glass. “Let's just say that you and this bourbon have a lot in common…”


“Heh, not bad…” The ram chuckled as he set his glass back down, looking away from her as he processed her cheeky quip. 


Maggie shot the rest of the liquor back, stifling a wince as Travis deftly stepped in closer, lowering his voice into a sultry tone. 


“Why don’t I cover our tabs and drive us somewhere nice and quiet…then I can show you how good I really am…” 


She could smell the faint remnants of cologne still on him mixed in with the ram’s natural scent and the smell of a full day's work built up on his body. The combination of masculine odors suddenly filling her nose and causing her heart rate to jump up a notch. Normally she’d shoot down any guy who played his hand that early, but she had initiated things and already knew what she wanted from him. 


‘Damn…didn’t take him long to get to the point did it…’ she mused to herself. 


Maggie took a moment, the wolf not restraining her facial expressions as she made a play of contemplating Travis’ offer.


“Yeah, why don’t you?” She spoke after a moment, making eye contact as the wolf finally let some erotic emotion creep into her voice. 

A mischievous smile crept across the ram’s snout as he nodded his head and signalled for the bartender. 


“I’ll be back, gotta let the girls know I ain’t coming back with them.” Maggie said, averting her gaze as the reality of what she’d just agreed to began to set in.  


“Come and get me when you’re ready.” Travis replied as the wolf turned to leave, the black sheep taking hold of the wolf’s tail and letting the soft fur pass through his grip as she walked away. 


This time the walk back through the bar seemed to be in slow motion as Maggie realized that her almost year long dry spell would be coming to an end. Her heart raced with excited nerves, her belly full of butterflies as the reality of a night not spent with her toys set in. Jenny was waiting for her, the brown she wolf turned in her chair to face her gray friend with an eager look on her face. 


“Well?” She asked, she had observed the interaction and knew that things had gone well, but she still wanted to hear Maggie say it. 


“He’s gonna cover my tab and then…yeah we’re gonna head out.” the nervous canine said with a hint of blush showing on her muzzle. 


“See, told you he’d be easy!” Jenny gloated while patting her friend's thigh again.


“Oooo, you’ll have to tell us all the details tomorrow.” Phoebe said in a sly tone as she sipped the last of her bright blue drink, the vixen placing the little paper umbrella in her hair.


“All the details…” Jessie repeated, her eyes narrowed as she playfully teased her friend. 


“Well go on! Don’t leave the big guy waitin’ on ya!” Jenny goaded, this time patting the wolf firmly on her rump. 


Maggie retrieved her purse from the seat of her chair, giving her friends one last “here I go” glance before returning to where Travis was standing. 


“Ready?” He asked, a sly smile still on his face as Maggie padded over. 


“Yeah, all settled up?” 


“Mhm.” 


The wolf let out a content sigh, her nerves reaching something of a crescendo in the noisy and crowded bar.  


“Alright big guy, don’t let me down.” 


“Ha! I know how to make you wolf girls howl.” The black ram chuffed as he put his arm around Maggie and led her away from the bar, looking back at his friends who all raised their glasses in salute of their successful comrade. 


Maggie’s ears rang slightly as she stepped out into the relative silence of the night air, it was cool but humid, typical of summer. A few bikers with their denim cuts on stood by their motorcycles in a cloud of cigarette smoke. The scent tickled the wolf’s nose as she thought about asking for one. She didn’t smoke regularly, but enjoyed them when drunk or after sex, or a combination of both. The gray wolf silently hoped that Travis had a pack and was willing to share. The night atmosphere buzzed and chirped with the sounds of crickets and cicadas high up in the tall trees surrounding the tiny rural bar, tucked away on a backroad the establishment had been a watering hole for the local folk for generations. As they stepped through the small gravel parking lot the pair passed by Maggie’s own car, she knew that one of her friends would help her pick it up the next day if it came down to it, it wouldn’t be the first time for her. 


“Hop in.” Travis said as he gestured at a parked square body Chevy, the old work truck showing signs of its continued service. 


“What year is this?” Maggie asked as she gripped the faded chrome door handle on the passenger side. 


“73 Cheyenne C20, my grandpop bought it new, then gave it to my dad, then he gave it to me.” Travis answered as pushed Maggie’s hand off the door pull and popped open the door for her himself. 


‘Huh, maybe he isn’t a total douche after all…’ The wolf thought as she climbed onto the pillowy bench seat.


She watched as the all black ram seemed to melt away in the night, reappearing as he crossed in front of the truck and was silhouetted by the lights from the bar. As the driver door opened the faint interior light on the roof kicked back on, dousing the cab in dim 1970s incandescence. Maggie scanned the interior, noting the pair of worn looking work gloves up on the tan dash along with a camo ball cap. Reaching into the passenger side door bag Maggie could feel an old bag of chips, an empty dip can and a condom wrapper, its latex contents long gone. 


‘No smokes, maybe in the other one.’ She thought as Travis slid the key in the ignition. 


‘Still has the original 3 on the tree though.’ The wolf continued to herself, impressed that such a truck still had its original gearbox, or at least the same type it came with from the factory.


“You know a spot?” Maggie asked aloud as Travis worked the column into first gear and switched on the headlights. 


“Hell yeah I do, not too far.” He responded as he cranked his window down. 


Maggie did the same and soon the humid air was rushing through her hair and fur as Travis drove her off into the night, she could see some heat lightning off in the distance, the storm much too far away to threaten them, but the occasional flashes through the passing trees reminded her of the fleeting nostalgia of these short summer nights. Travis was right, the spot he had in mind was only a few miles down the road from the bar. It was a quiet little overlook, a spot for visitors to pull over and gaze at the view down in the valley. It was perfect for these late night rendezvous as the small paved area was shielded from view by a row of trees and dense thicket. As Travis parked the truck Maggie could see the scattered lights of the homes down in the valley glittering far below, their occupants up to who knows what and oblivious to their observation. 


“This work for ya?” The ram asked, his black face obscured by the darkness inside the cab. 


“Yeah, this works.” Maggie replied, her voice somewhat distant as she took in the view. 


The wolf’s attention was brought back to the moment by the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down. Maggie’s breath caught in her throat as the noises were followed by the sound of a pair of jeans being shuffled down and their owner readjusting himself in his seat. The wolf scooted closer, she had enough experience to know what she was supposed to do next. Travis reached up and pressed the roof light, its dim incandescent light once more illuminating the cab. 


‘Goodness…’ Maggie’s inner voice exclaimed as she beheld what Travis had in store for her.       


The color matched his body, jet black along its whole length where it terminated in a round, uncut head. He had a small tuft of fur above it, but below Maggie could see that the ram’s balls were totally smooth, the slick black skin shining off the faint interior light. She gulped, the ram’s member was a solid eight inches, but it wasn’t the length that gave her pause though, it was the boy’s girth that took her by surprise with his cock being not too much thinner than a soda or beer can. Travis smirked to himself, he’d seen this look on women before, especially predator girls that horribly underestimated what some herbivore males could pack downstairs. Maggie steadied herself as she pulled her knees up onto the truck’s bench seat, the wolf shuffling her face nearer to the big herbivore’s crotch in the process. Travis had a satisfied look on his face as he placed his right arm atop the seat and held his dick up with his left. Maggie could detect the heady odor radiating off it with her powerful nose. The cramped atmosphere at the bar had dulled her senses but now here in the cab with just the two of them and she could pick up the undiluted scent of hard work and virile masculinity pouring off of him. The wolf licked her lips, the ten months of involuntary celibacy were putting in their work on her as she beheld the ram’s impressive hardware. 


“Like what you see now puppy?” Travis boasted from his position above her. 


“Shut up.” Maggie playfully teased in response. 


The wolf took one last breath, leaning her snout in as Travis cut off the dim light. There was just barely enough illumination from the lights in the valley to see as the pair’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, though Maggie’s view was obscured by the dark sea of fur and genitals in front of her nose. The moment her tongue made contact with the ram’s smooth skin a warm, satisfying sensation washed over her body. Her fingers just barely failed to meet as she gripped the ram’s cock at its base, steadying the pitch black member as she licked its sensitive head.


“Mhhh…yeah…” Travis sighed in a low, gratified voice, the ram sucking his teeth as he felt the wolf’s wet tongue dance on his dick. 


Maggie wasn’t shy, she knew how to pleasure a man with her mouth and was intent on showing this cocky young ram just what she could do for him. With his penis held steady she slid her tongue between his foreskin, running it around his circumference as clear saliva dripped down his shaft and onto his balls. The effect was immediate as she heard Travis take a sharp inhale, his body shifting from the sudden injection of pleasure into his system. Though he wasn’t the kind of boy to leave such a move without a response, dropping his hand from the top of the seat Travis rubbed the wolf’s butt, feeling the satisfying curve of her generous backside. He could feel her warmth through the taught denim, even bent over like this there was still a little bit of give to her ass as he squeezed it and traced the “W” pattern stitched onto the back pockets. 


‘That's enough teasing…’ Maggie thought to herself as she prepared to turn up the heat. 


The hand on her backside did feel rather nice, and the wolf was keen to see what he’d do with it once she took things to the next level. Opening her jaws wide Maggie slid her mouth over the ram’s fat head, feeling his warmth and heady flavor overwhelm her senses as her jaws struggled to cope with the intrusion. The wolf’s throat produced all kinds of sloppy, erotic sounds as she stuffed the ram’s length down her gullet. Travis moaned with pleasure, the ram basking in the feeling of another proud predator girl stuffing his cock in her mouth. 


“You like that fat sheep cock don’t ya.” He teased, spanking the wolf on the ass. 


Maggie responded by pressing his member to the roof of her mouth and sucking hard as she pulled back, the wet noise filling the cab after the bassy whump of the butt slap.


“I’ll take that as a yes.” Travis continued in a proud tone as he felt her answer.


 The big ram wasn’t done with Maggie’s bottom however, his powerful digits continued to grope and squeeze on the wolf’s tush as they pleased, running themselves up and down the thick crotch seam in the middle to gently tease her. The moment he noticed her tail lift of its own volition he planted another spank on that generous rump, the sheep enjoying the little bit of jiggle it still had beneath her jeans. Maggie played into it, wiggling her butt and keeping her fluffy tail lifted to show that she was into the spanking and wanted the ram to continue. Her throat continued to put out all kinds of filthy noises as she gulped and choked on Travis’s girthy penis, a pool of slobber building up on the ram’s nuts and soaking into the seat. 


‘Fuck its so much!’ Her inner voice screamed, she’d sucked longer dicks than this but never one so taxing on her jaw muscles. 


Maggie tried her best, but the last few inches proved too much for the 30 year old. Whatever she couldn’t fit in her mouth she tried to make up for with her hand, stroking in time with her motion as she focused on tongue work, pausing occasionally as she came up to slide that dexterous canine tongue around his head and foreskin. The move also served to give her mouth a break from bobbing up and down on the impressive tool. She knew it was having an effect as she could hear the heavy breathing and throaty growls emanating from Travis each time she focused on it, the hand grip on her ass tightening as the ram struggled to keep his composure. 


“Shit wolfie…you’re fuckin’ good I’ll give you that…” For the first time Maggie heard some strain in Travis’ voice, the wolf’s pride surging as it became clear that she was getting the upper hand on him. 


“But…you can’t quite take it all the way down, so let me help you.” The snarky confidence quickly returned to his voice as Maggie slid her mouth down the length of his dick as deep into her throat as she had deemed comfortable, his words suddenly dissolving the confidence she’s just gained.   


Suddenly the ram’s other hand made its presence felt on the top of Maggie’s head. The wolf’s eyes went wide as she realized what he was doing. 


“Like this…” He taunted as he pressed her throat the rest of the way down. 


Maggie fought to restrain her gag reflex, she had trained it down to almost nothing but the ten months of abstinence had allowed her deep throating skills to rust somewhat. A loud gagging noise erupted from the wolf’s throat, her arms flailing beside her as she desperately fought to retain control of her body. Travis’s arm was unyielding, his strength built up over a lifetime of farm work ensuring that no matter how hard she tried, the big canine wasn’t going anywhere.  


‘Mind over matter MIND OVER MATTER!’ Maggie screamed internally as she fought against the firm grip holding her in place. 


“Ahhh, there we go…” The ram let out a content sigh as he felt his full length embraced by the wet heat of the wolf’s mouth. 


Intense sounds still escaped the wolf as she struggled to cope, gagging and choking as she fought to regain control over her body’s reflexes.  


“See, you can do it, you predator girls just need to be taught how to suck prey dick the right way.” He continued, the muscular sheep referring to himself as “prey” further cementing the warped power dynamic in the wolf’s mind. 


Maggie steadily calmed herself, one by one taming and controlling her body’s rebellious nerves as she regained her oral abilities. As she felt her reflexes fade off, the wolf felt rather proud of herself for being able to get her body under control all by herself. Now her nose was buried in Travis’ crotch fluff, his masculine scent saturating her brain and working to calm the female even further. Once more she began to work her tongue, sucking on the ram’s penis like a pacifier as she felt his other hand slide down her tush until it rested between her thighs. Travis’ fingers, strong from years of farmwork pressed into Maggie’s crotch, working the wolf over from above her jeans. It was clear that the boy knew what he was doing, his middle finger teasing and using the rough texture of the girl’s pant’s against her. His movements were tiny, short but firm as he rubbed her slit from the outside. This time the effect on her was immediate to him as Travis felt the wolf girl moan on his dick, her throat’s vibrations nearly sending him over the edge. 


“That's a good girl…” He cooed, loosening his grip on her head while he teased her pussy, the dominant ram was pleased to see that her mouth remained where it was as he let off. 


Maggie wrapped her hands around Travis as best she could, holding herself there as she resumed bobbing her head up and down a few inches at a time. The temperature inside the cab of the truck was heating up, even with the windows rolled down the already humid air became even more tepid and sticky from the exertions of the two partners. Maggie felt her panties starting to stick to her ass and Travis felt his rear end start to tingle and itch from being sat in the seat with the wolf’s mouth around his dick for so long. 


“Hey…hey Maggie.” He called, actually using her name as he patted her butt gently as he tried to get her attention. 


Finally the wolf lifted her mouth off of the sheep’s oppressive member, her throat making a wet, guttural noise as it suddenly found itself free of black sheep penis. Travis’ dick shone in the low light, the slick coating of spit left behind by the wolf’s mouth causing its slick dark skin to gleam.


“Holy fuck dude…” Maggie gasped, coughing as she regained her composure.


“Heh, sorry, they don’t call us “rams” for nothin’” Travis joked as he popped the wolf on the butt again.


“Next time just let me suck your dick normally, or at least warn me.” 


“So there is a next time?” The ram asked in a cocky tone. 


Maggie just rolled her eyes, she knew that he was just messing around with her, again her response was physical as he pressed her snout underneath his dick, the wolf’s tongue lapping away at Travis’s heavy looking balls. 


“Mhm…Yup.” Travis smirked as he got his answer. 


“So uh, are you gonna suck my dick all night… or do you want to fuck still?” He continued, his middle finger pressing firmly into the wolf’s denim covered pussy. 


“Yeah, let's go.” Maggie replied coolly, lifting her face out of Travis’ crotch and wiping her snout with her sleeve as he flicked the overhead light back on. 


With the light on Maggie could see the puddle she’d left on the seat, she knew that the cab of this truck would smell like sex for a while afterwards, she could only imagine the teasing he’d get from his friends. Travis opened his door, the black ram standing besides his truck as he unbuttoned his shirt. 


“Lay down here.” He commanded, patting the edge of the seat and signalled where he wanted the wolf’s snatch. 


Maggie complied, shifting her weight as she lay down on her back and scooted herself towards the open driver door. This wasn’t her first time getting dicked down like this, truck sex was an art that every country boy and girl was expected to perfect in their youth, and it was clear to each of them that their partner was a professional. Now the sound of the wolf’s belt being undone and her zipper pulling down filled the cab as Maggie worked the pattern stamped leather out of a belt loop. The wolf hoisted her legs in the air, plating her brown leather cowboy boots squarely on the ram’s shoulders as she popped open the button on the tail loop and slid the light colored blue jeans off her ass and up her thighs until they could stay put on their own. 


“Heh, cute panties wolfie, but aren’t you a little old for these?” Travis teased, pointing out the soft white underwear the wolf had on, his fingers toying with the little bow in the middle of the waistband. 


Travis admired his handiwork as he noted the quarter sized wet spot in the middle of the crotch. Pressing his thumb into the wolf’s soft mound he rubbed her in small circles, the ram maintaining a gentle pressure as he let the texture of the fabric once again do the work for him. 


‘Fuck he really does know what he’s doing doesn’t he?’ Maggie asked herself as electric tingles of pleasure crept up her spine from the gentle touch. 


“J-just shut up and get them off would ya?” The wolf retorted, trying and failing to hide the building tension within her. 


Travis just smirked before doing as he was told, untucking the wolf’s undies from her tail and lifting the bikini cut panties off her ass just enough to expose his real prize. The ram took a deep breath through his nose as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of an aroused wolf vagina. Most of Maggie’s bottom was white as opposed to her gray back, limbs and face. Travis wondered if the white fur went all the way up her belly too as he beheld the sight. A strand of clear juice connected to her fluffy thigh, the girl’s natural lubricant reflecting the truck’s light as the big ram lined himself up. 


“You have a nice ass girl.” The black sheep complimented, slapping the wolf’s left buttcheek as he gripped his head in preparation to enter her. 


“I’m 30 actually…” Maggie whispered from inside the cab. 


“Really!? You’re ten years older than me?” Tavis exclaimed, momentarily losing his sexual train of thought.


“Ha! What? You afraid of a little mature pussy?” Maggie taunted back, the wolf excited to get a quip in herself. 


“Pff, yeah right, just don’t scream too loud while I’m fucking you.” He retorted, his confident tone returning as he was goaded by his partner.


Maggie wanted to reply, but the moment she felt the head of the ram’s penis kiss her downstairs lips she wished she hadn’t taunted him at all. She’d felt how big he was in her mouth but down here was a different story, and with the booth of them all lubed up her body put up little resistance as he firmly fit her pussy to size. Immediately Maggie gripped the side of the bench seat, her throat gasping as she felt her sex stretch to accommodate the big herbivore. The she wolf was no stranger to being stretched, she’d taken a male canine’s knot plenty of times, but as the beefy sheep dick slid further into her snatch it increasingly felt as if she was being knotted for the entire depth of her tunnel.


“Mhm, that's what I thought.” Travis said calmly, noting her struggle as he planted another spank on her upside down booty. 


“You ain’t the first wolf bitch I’ve broken in on this seat, y’all act high and mighty like you only want your own kind but each one of you I’ve fucked keeps coming back for more!” Travis’ tone didn’t sound proud or boastful, Maggie could tell that he meant what he said this time. 


And as he began to move his hips she believed him. The realization that she was just the latest in a multigenerational line of she wolves to get their pussies stretched on this old Chevy bench seat somehow just made the whole thing hotter to her. With the imagine in her mind Maggie gave herself over to the pleasure being pumped into her from the driver’s door. With nothing left for her to prove the wolf let her mouth hang open and desperate, erotic moans fly from it. The feeling of her lips gripping that pitch black shaft as it slid back and forth between her legs was sending both of them into orbit, the fat head of the sheep’s cock repeatedly punching her womb only adding to the wolf’s building pleasure with each thrust of the ram’s hips. She didn’t try to stop him as Travis reached forward to undo her shirt buttons, the ram pausing his thrusting, leaving his penis stuffed inside her cunt as he worked the buttons free. Maggie’s breath was ragged as she felt the tip grinding against her back wall from his motions, the black tip spurting ample amounts of lubricating precum and depositing a few rogue sperm right onto her cervix. 


“Heh, nice puppies.” He said with a sly smile as he pushed her bra up, the wolf’s pink nipples poking through her soft white chest fur, the revelation also confirming Travis’ earlier suspicions about her fur pattern. 


Travis savored the sight of Maggie’s tits bouncing in time with his thrusts as the ram resumed his motions. Each impact of his hips was cushioned by the wolf’s soft ass, the rhythmic clash of their bodies was muffled by their thick coats into a dull “Paf paf paf paf” as he hilted himself with each forward thrust. Maggie held her left arm over her eyes, her mouth snapped shut as she stifled her heavy moans, the wolf’s right hand still gripped tight onto the seat cushion. Travis split his attention between her and looking out around him to make sure that they were still alone, getting busted when he was so close to busting himself would make for a terrible end to the evening. 


“You care if I cum in you?” He asked, his breathing growing heavy and throaty as the wolf’s grippy walls drove him closer to climax, he wasn’t trying to make this encounter last too long for fear of being discovered. 


“Mhhhhh…fuck it! D-do it!” Maggie moaned out from behind clenched teeth, opening her mouth just enough to bark out the command, the wolf already lost to the throws of sex.


“Fuck…yeah, gonna cum…” Travis growled from deep within his chest, his hands pulling the wolf back further into him as he stood on the tips of his hooves, his lover’s marching orders sealing his fate right then and there as he attempted to drive his whole body into the wolf’s cunt. 


The ram’s thrusts turned into heavy grinds as he forced the head of his penis against the wolf’s cervix. His body tensed, the head of his cock flaring out at the tight walls of the she wolf’s sex pulled his foreskin back. Travis let a deep gasp right out of his chest, his body shuddering as the first heavy rope of semen splashed directly against the she wolf’s womb, coating it in thick, sticky sheep cum. Maggie clenched, her muscles contracting as the cock stretching her pussy twitched and pulsed within her, the forceful pressure against her womb sending powerful jolts of pure pleasure into her brain. The ram’s breathing continued to be short and sharp, his balls convulsing against Maggie’s butt as they unloaded their precious cargo of virile, healthy sperm deep into her. The wolf’s tail bounced between her lover’s legs aggressively as she took the heavy load with willing elation. 


“God…I feel it…” She moaned desperately as the warmth of sheep seed spread aggressively between her legs.  


Billions of Travis’ eager sperm flooded into the wolf’s womb, the energetic swimmers immediately setting to work as they suddenly found themselves within a female. Maggie wasn’t concerned with whether or not they found their mark at the moment as her head still swam with intoxicating pleasure. Finally the heavy gushing of cum came to an end, Tavis’ cock still twitching inside her as gentle, reflexive thrusts pushed more of the ram’s potent baby batter against the canine’s cervix. 


“It's so much…it's so THICK!” Maggie exclaimed, laughing as she regained focus. 


“Uh huh, not like that thin watery shit those wolf boys shoot huh?” Travis gloated, the sheep out of breath but with his spirit still intact. 


“It’s a safe day right?” He asked, still struggling to catch his breath. 


“Uhhh…yeah, I-I think so.” Maggie replied after a moment's pause. 


“Fuck girl it better be.” This time there was real worry in the normally arrogant ram’s voice. 


“It is, don’t worry, I just had to think about it.” The wolf replied in a coy tone as Travis began to withdraw himself. 


“Don’t play like that.” Travis chuckles, shaking his head as Maggie’s pussy reluctantly gave up its prize with a wet sounding pop.


The ram stepped back to admire his work as a rivulet of thick sheep cum slid down from Maggie’s gaped vagina and coated her ass, the stream slowly creeping towards her tail. Proud of himself, Travis pulled his jeans up just enough to retrieve his phone and snap a grainy, but memorable picture of his moment of victory. Maggie was none the wiser as she lay there and basked in the warm feeling of the stout creampie she’d just taken, the wolf enjoying the silky feeling of fresh cum up inside her.


“Hey…sheepie.” She called, not bothering to raise her head as her vision was filled with dingy truck headliner. 


“Yeah?” 


“You’re not done yet!” 


“Maggie, I just came.” 


“That's great, I didn’t”


There was a pause as Travis tried to work out what she was getting at. 


“Ok…what do you want me to do?” He asked incredulously. 


        “Well, you’ve talked all this shit about wolf boys, but there’s one thing they’ll always do for a girl that an herbie boy won’t!” Maggie’s voice was now filled with pride as she remembered a way to get the last laugh with this cocky sheep. 


        “Oh god…” he whispered under his breath in an annoyed tone as he dreaded what the answer might be. 


        “Yuuup! Clean up after themselves, so if you really wanna beat those wolf boys, get lickin’!” 


        Travis sighed dejectedly, he knew he should have known that was coming, but no wolf girl had ever asked him for a cleaning service before. He figured it was probably because they had all been around his age and had been rather out of it when he was finished with them. These girls simply lacked the experience that Maggie had when it came to dealing with well endowed men like himself. 


        “You really want me to do that huh?” He asked in a final, desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable. 


        “Damn straight!” 


        “Ugggh! Fine! Fine! Just…don’t tell nobody.” The ram relented, sinking to his knees next to his own truck as he came face to face with the wolf’s cummy pussy. 


“Make it quick sheepie, I hate cleaning cum off my tail!” It felt so good to give Travis orders after he’d been so arrogant before. 


“Yeah yeah…”He groaned from between her legs.


“If you’d just been a nice guy and let me suck your dick normally before we fucked none of this would have happened.” Maggie taunted in a coy voice as her tail flicked back and forth.  


The wolf let out an exaggerated sigh as she felt the ram’s tongue slide up her ass and lick the first layer of cum off her cooch. Biting her upper lip Maggie savored her second favorite part of sex, the first of course being the cumshot itself. The ram’s embarrassment only fueled her confidence as she felt each timid stroke of his tongue. Travis tried to put the taste out of his mind as he lapped away at her, though as he went he found that it bothered him less and less. He wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or horrified at this fact. 


‘Better not torture this boy too much.’ The wolf thought to herself, the timid licks not doing much to push her towards an orgasm.


“You’re a good boy Travis…” Maggie said in a sultry voice through a pleasured sigh. 


“Here, I’ll help you out, but you gotta eat me out like you mean it.” Reaching her right hand down between her thighs Maggie lent her own experienced fingers to the mix. 


Travis put the concern over being busted to the back of his mind, the sooner he made this wolf cum the sooner he could pull his snout out of her sloppy vagina. He followed her orders, applying his own practiced oral sex techniques as he ran his tongue through her cummy folds, sticking his oral appendage deeper into the intimate details of her sex. With Maggie’s fingers working herself over from the top and Travis’ tongue from the bottom, it wasn’t long before the wolf’s back was arching on the seat. Her legs clamped around his face under his horns, holding the ram’s nose in his own creampie as she came. It wasn’t her strongest orgasm, but with the silky feeling load of sheep cum still deep within her, it was one of the most gratifying. 


“Ahhhh…that's SO much better…” Maggie sighed, her body relaxing and releasing Travis’ face. 


The sheep rose to his hooves, stealthily licking his lips clean as he pulled his pants and underwear up. He didn’t bother to button his shirt as a gentle breeze worked to cool his body. Maggie too was recovering, the wolf finally lowering her legs and standing up next to the truck, the tall canine ducking her head to avoid smacking it on the truck's roof. Travis couldn’t help but watch as the wolf slid her panties back over her plush ass, the soft fabric sealing her leaking pussy. Maggie noticed him looking, and put on a little show as she wiggled back into her jeans. She didn’t bother with the belt, taking the leather strap the rest of the way off and tossing it on the seat. She followed Travis’ lead and left her shirt unbuttoned after resetting her bra cups. 


“Hey…” Travis called out. 


“Hmm?” the wolf looked up, somewhat surprised that he had anything left to say.  


“Nice tits.” 


“Thanks.” Maggie scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes as the pair shared a chuckle.   


With the driver door open, Maggie suddenly remembered her little quest from earlier, and as Travis scanned the road, watching as a car sped by she couldn’t help but rummage through the door pocket. A sudden spark of joy ignited with the wolf as she felt her hand clasp around a familiar rectangular box and the immediately recognizable shape of a disposable lighter. 


‘Ah damn, reds, they’ll work though.’ She thought to herself as she flipped open the lid on the cigarette box. 


Travis was still watching the road as she placed the filter between her lips and flicked the lighter to life, skillfully igniting the tip of the cancer stick and taking a drag. The sound of his lighter sparking finally caught the ram’s attention, turning back toward his truck he saw the red glow of a cigarette cherry followed by a cloud of blue-ish smoke exhaled from the wolf’s lungs. 


“Heh, I didn’t figure you for a smoker.” he teased as he took the pack and lighter from her outstretched hand. 


“Eh, only when I’m drunk or after a good fuck.” Maggie replied nonchalantly. Taking another puff from her smoke. 


“So I guess that was a good fuck then huh?” Travis teased back as he lit his own. 


The wolf paused for a moment, letting the calming smoke out of her lungs before answering. 


‘No more bullshit…’ 


“Yeah, it was, and if you knock off that cocky attitude bullshit I might just give you another chance.” Maggie looked Travis in the eye, flicking her eyebrows as she took a drag to let him know she was serious. 


“You serious?” The ram asked rhetorically, he knew she was but he just wanted to hear her say it.


“Mhm, and since it’s a Friday night, if you want that chance now…you can drive me back to the bar, then follow me back to my place, and finish cleaning me up.”


Travis licked his lips as he thought about it, his heart started racing as Maggie looked him in the eyes while taking one last puff off her cigarette and grinding the butt under her boot. 


‘Fuck…’The ram’s mind swirled. 


“Hop in.”