Rick laid there in the comforts of the silk sheets and feather-soft pillows, but his mind was elsewhere; eyes, just out of focus, staring up at the ceiling. Ginger watched him from the corner of her eye and sighed as she combed her red curly hair. It seemed that's where he always was this past year was somewhere far off inside his mind. Where his mind was she knew... The wildling, a she-coyote he knew nothing about, but wanted, because according to Rick she was the love of his life, Fated Mate as he would say. But was it love? Was he in love? With a wildling? Ginger couldn't believe it. Even after he told her when he returned to her one night after his shift months after it happened. It had been months since his last visit which wasn't like him. She was his favorite human girl at the pleasure house, he came to see her almost every night after his shift. For a while she had thought he might have loved [i]her[/i]... after the wildling thought she knew different, and it was a hot white poker jabbing at her heart at every reminder. She loved him. She let out a long longing sigh. She didn't like it, and she didn't like the thought of that wildling.  So often his mind was so far away, it meant he was as far away from ginger as can be.


Ginger has been in love with Rick for so long, that she doesn't even remember the day it happened, it just always was. Somewhere in those first nights they shared together and the time spent apart she fell in love with this large masculine dog. He was different from the other clients she had, he was caring and always after the sex was done he would hold her as if she was a someone important rather than a paid lover for a night. They would talk about their lives and what they thought of the future.  She fell in love with him, and wanted to be with him. It wouldn't be hard for them, many humans and Doms have paired and were viewed better than a dom and wildling not that such a thing ever happened.  Female humans were able to breed with male Doms and bare pups rather than babies. If anything they would have had her human eyes and she would have loved it. She could've given him a pup, a son or daughter, whatever he wanted.  A pup that his family, who were always pestering him for grandpups, would have adored and loved.  Ginger had dreamed of becoming Rick’s mate for so long, it was all she looked forward to. She had planned to tell him how she felt the night he didn't show up.  It was mating season in the city for the Doms, and usually Rick would come to her to sate himself rather than try and find someone, but he never showed up... it was the night that the wildling had come into his life. The next time he came to her was months later...  he was troubled, and when she asked him why he told her of that night. Ginger was still able to hear the loud cracking sound that her heart made that moment when he told her he wanted another.


Now what was she to look forward to?  He loved another, or so he claimed that he did.  She still didn't think he was in love.  Or maybe she was refusing to believe it, but that didn't change the fact that he didn't want Ginger. Not in that way, the way she wanted him; more than a lover, more than sex, she wanted to be his, and she wanted him to be her’s. She wanted to be the mother of his pups, the mate he would grow old with,  and to die with him loving her as she would him. All that was at an end, All because something had called Rick into the woods that night, that called him so deep into the woods that he found the wildling. A she-coyote with long hair and golden eyes. Ginger sighed, sinking deeper into her depression. What was she to look forward to now? 


If she told him how she felt about him.... It wouldn't change anything...


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         Rick heard ginger sigh distantly but his mind was on the wildling, the female coyote whose name he didn't  even know. their night was the only thing he could think of anymore. how she fit perfectly in his arm after they had made love to each other, how he didn't need to hold back his strength while he pounded into her so roughly. how beautiful she was that night even though she was wounded and weakened she was still so strong and beautiful. Just thinking of her made him hard and ready for her. and only her and how he wished she was there with him, how he wished she stayed with him. so when he awoke that morning she was there ready for him and he would have stated himself and her for hours. His thick member grew harder the more he thought about her. He remembered how wonderful she had tasted, how she tasted like newly fallen rain, untainted by anything or anyone. so different from the girls in the city he was with before, some had tasted like cigarettes, smoke, too much gloss and artificial flavors. Even Ginger, who had been his favorite pleasure girl, didn't taste real.  nothing like the wildling she had tasted like fresh mountain water, pure clean. Just thinking of her kisses and taste made his own mouth water for her, hungry for her. It had been just about a year yet he never was able to quench his hunger in all that time.he had to find her, no one else would do.


        Months he spent looking for her, out in the forest whenever he could, but didn't find anything. He wasn't much of a tracker, so he had asked one friend. but that didn't work, and had said that it had been for the best. That night he had tried to go back to his normal way of life, had gone to see ginger, like he always did before the wildling. only it wasn't like it had been, he wasn't satisfy. he couldn't handle her the way he liked, rougher, harder, he couldn't growl at her without frightening her. It didn't bother him before, he had liked the gentle way he had to be with the human girl. Ginger, a beautiful human girl, had he liked her well enough to continue to see her on a regular basis. She was sweet, kind and caring and above all else, she was gentle. It never bothered him before.They had long talks about their lives and at one point, he had thought about taking it seriously with her. He didn't though because he felt as if he was missing something, at the time he didn't know. Now he knew it was the wildling, something about the wildling had filled that missing piece in himself. He sighed again thinking what he could do.
        Suddenly Rick felt something between his legs, he looked down to see ginger licking his hard throbbing cock. 


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        Ginger needed to somehow make Rick forget that night, forget about that wildling. She was here for him, she loved him. She wanted to be his life! She sucked on his large furry balls. How she loved the texture on her tongue, it wasn't thick or long that it would get stuck in her mouth, but lightly furred. enough to tease and tickle. Many of the girls in the whorehouse hated the fur, but not ginger, she loved it. Or rather, she just loved RIck. She pulled back slightly and licked up his already hard shaft, wishing it was her that had caused it. She knew better, it didn't  matter, she would make him forget somehow. Just as she was to start warping her mouth around his tip, he pulled her roughly off of him.
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Rick couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled ginger off of him, he saw the hurt in her eyes and knew that she wanted more from him. At some point he might have, but then he met someone else. He couldn't give Ginger what she wanted, he couldn’t give her the life that she wanted. not with him. He didn’t love her. He didn’t want her. He wanted his Mate. The Wildling. He shouldn't have come here. It had given ginger a false hope, made Rick feel unclean and unfaithful, and so he was guilty . It had to stop tonight. He had to try to find his true mate. Even if it meant leaving everything behind. His family, his friends, his job, his home, everything. It all meant nothing to him anyways. He rather face the dangerous woods filled with wildling that could kill him then never seeing his mate again. He had to go. He looked down at ginger and took a deep breath knowing what he was going to say was gonna hurt her.
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“I’m sorry....” he said “Ginger.. I won’t be back... I have a mate... and I have to find her... I’m sorry”  ``''No’, Ginger thought and watched him as he got up, ‘NO!’ quickly and dressed and left. “No...” she quietly cried out loud, tears started streaming down her face. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and cry, to do nothing. If she did, Rick would never come back, no... no! She thought and climbed out of bed and got dressed. She will run after him, she will stop him, and she will tell him that she could be everything he wanted! And She’d never leave him. Ginger ran out, knowing he was going to the cabin, to the woods behind them. A place he once had said he might take her to, she knew where it was, from the many times Rick talked about it. His own little get away. She only had to catch him before he disappeared from her life. He will not leave her, not for a wildling. As she ran, the clouds that gathered that day started to thunder and the rain started to pour down on her, but she didn't let up. You're not leaving me...she thought.
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        One year, that's how long it has been, and yet Afterstorm couldn't stop thinking of the Rottie... of Rick. The dog that saved her life, the dog that made love to her, held as she slept. For the past couple of months it had been harder now the pups were born. She laid on her bed made of pelts, and moss, watching them as they slept.  The boy looked like her, but had his navy colored eyes and fur coloring, black and brown. The girl was her coloring, greyish blue, brown and black, but looked like a rottie otherwise. Afterstrom love them so much, her pack had expected them, watched after them as if they were their own. They asked what happened that night, and Afterstorm never explained to them what had happened. 
        Now Afterstorm wasn't sure what to do anymore. About a month ago she had traveled back to that cabin. He hadn’t been there, but she was able to track his scent to a strange house, there through one of the windows by chance she saw him. Her breath had caught in her throat, then when she had released it came out a growl. He was fucking a human girl. Afterstorm saw the way that girl had called out his name, the way she had looked down at him, and Afterstorm had turned and ran home. Rick... his name.. On that whore’s lips. She hated that was how she finally learned his name, wishing she never heard it but it stuck to her. Her kind wasn’t the type to cry, or to let another steal their mate, but they weren't her kind, they were not bound to her ways, she had come home and watched her pups sleep. They needed a father... and it was mating season again. A scream was heard from somewhere, beyond her home.
        Crawling out of home made of mud and leaves, and bits of straw, Afterstorm stood there, looking up at the sky. It was raining pretty hard, she wondered how many would be out in this weather and hoped that it would let up soon. One of the elderly one came forward. Granny Sweetfur, “I will watch after them... and if you fail to come back... we will continue to look after them..”
“Thank you elder, I promise to come back for their sake...” Atferstorm said before she ran off into the woods, she didn't get far when she heard fighting coming from the river. And a female scream.
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        Ginger had kept running, right into the woods when she didn't see the light on in the cabin, she figured Rick was out there somewhere already looking for that wildling. Never stopping to think of her safety, or consider all the noise she was making, as she stumbled looking for Rick, calling out his name. No she didn't think about it, or how that would attract someone other than rick. She just charged ahead, bushes scratching her, tree branches slapping her in the face. Then Ginger came to a river, and stopped, panting loudly, her heartbeat thumping loudly in her ear. She wasn’t used to running at all, she wasn't one of the thinner pleasure girls, but was curvier, and chubbier. It wasn't till she had her heartbeat under control did she even become aware of the splashing sound of water, it wasn't the rain, it was as if something was moving towards from the river, she looked up towards the sound and her heart stopped beating. There watching her was Dingo. He was large, almost as big as Rick, only not as thick muscular as Rick. he was leaner, still muscle bound, but thinner. He wore a smirk as he came closer to her, moving ever so slowly, the water coming up to  his naval, there she could see the tip of his cock, it slowly rose out of the water, red and large, Ginger faintly remembered rick saying something was mating season in the wood a week go. 
        Having a hard time looking away from the dingo, ginger slowly backed away from the strange creature as it came out of the water, his smirk turning to a snarl now. What? She thought, was he gonna eat her now? She should run, she turned only to run smack into a wall. A wall? No, that wasn't right a tree?? No...... A body, it was muscular, big and black and brown, rick? She looked up only to drop to her knees as a Huge wolf looked down at her, his cock waving proudly over her head, balls inches from her face. A strong musk came from him, making her dizzy. 
“Stay right there cutie... I'll make the mad dingo go away...” it spoke and turned its attention to the Dingo who was snarling at the wolf.
“Look who's talking, the big bad wolf... why don't you go find your own prey? I found her first.. I’ve never had a human before... i want her....” the dingo began to circle the wolf who without warning attacked the dingo, and the two began to rip into each other, Ginger watched in horror and then started to scream. As she pushed her legs to move and tried to stand, she ended up backing herself into a tree and continued to watch the fight, seeing blood splattering on the rocks and ground around them. This can't be happening, Ginger thought, scared out of her wit. What was going to happen to her? Was she to be eaten?? Or maybe... raped? She watched them, silently praying they both died. No, she had to leave now.. But she was shaking so badly she couldnt move. Then a paw grabbed her hand and she was being pulled through the woods, away from the fighting. Ginger looked at her hand running behind whatever has her, following that paw was attached to a she-coyote with long head fur. Behind them, she heard a loud howl, and the thundering sounds of something huge coming after them. The wolf.
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        Afterstorm ran, pulling the female human with her. Why was she helping her? Why was the human girl even here? Didn't she know how dangerous it was out here? Was Rick out here with her somewhere? Why wasn't he with his human girl? Was he dead somewhere by that river as he tried to protect his human? She didn't want to think about it, but she didn't really want to know. Not just yet, first they had to find a good hiding spot, with the rain, the wolf would lose their scent, right now he was just listening for them. As they crashed into trees and bushes. Damnit, this was Mountain! He was the largest wolf of the eastern lands. She knew cause he was the one she wanted to find tonight, they share borders during the summer and winter times. Most feared him,but he was rather attractive, strong and he would have been a good father.  Last year it was his brother, Moguel that she had tired fighting for and almost died, when his now wolf-bitch mate won. Damnit, will nothing go right?? Why does the mountain want a human girl? Damnit!! How could she lose to this human girl twice?!  Why was she helping her? Wh-... Afterstorm was slammed into the ground, she wasn't watching where she was going and had actually somehow circled back to the river where the defeated Dingo was licking his wounds He had saw them and timed it perfectly, he wouldn't get his way with the human girl, but the Afterstorm was still a prize to him.. 
She had figured that mountain would have killed him, but guessing that once he saw his prize was missing didn't bother with the final blow. Now the dingo has tackled Afterstorm to the ground, he snarled and tired pinning her to the ground, as she tries to buck him off. Afterstorm heard a scream, and looked as Mountain picked up his prize, the human girl had been in the process of reaching for a stick to hit the dingo with only to have the Mountain throw her over his shoulder. The dingo watched only for a few seconds, knowing full well he couldn't beat the wolf and turned his attention back to the she-coyote under him instead.
“I guess I'll take you instead...” the dingo said as he tried to subdue her, Mountain walked away, the human screaming for help. Afterstorm continues to try to get up, to save the human girl. Why? She should escape and leave her to her fate. But... that would hurt rick.. And she didn't want him hurt... Why? Because she knew how it feels to lose a mate to someone else. She bucked and kicked the Dingo, he was weak from his fight from Mountain, there had to be a way to get him off of her. Finally she hooked her legs under him and pushed him off of her with all her might, sending him into the river, the strong current taking him away. She quickly gots up and ran towards where she last saw the wolf and girl had gone. Only she stopped short, up ahead staring right at her, even through the rain he could see him clearly.
“Rick..”
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Ginger watches as the Dingo sits on top of the she-coyote, still fighting him when they disappear from view. Ginger cries, sobbing as she feels the wolf start to tear her clothes off, soon they get to a cave, where ginger is dropped onto the ground, she tries to get up only for the wolf to grab her arms and keep her on her knees. He grins as he slowly grinds his cock against her face. Ginger opened her mouth to let out a scream only for the tip to push in gagging her. He roughly humped into her face, precum coating her tongue, he let her pull away as she gagged and coughed it up, before pushing her onto her back. Ginger started panting, his large paws pushed her legs apart, she could feel his hot breath on her pussy, she shook and wiggled, she reached down and tried to push his head away. It didn’t work, he merely chuckled.
“Silly human girl... think you can stop me? It is my right.. I fought for you and claimed you....you are mine to have in any way i wish....” he said, his voice rumbling to her core. His long strong tongue slowly licked her. Ginger let out a gasp, and pulled at his head again. 
He smiled, and continued to lick her, savoring her taste. She tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted, something sweet. Like honey on the rare occasion he was able to get some, but sweeter still.He continued to like her going deeper, he tasted something else. She had been with someone recently... earlier in the day. Puzzled, he pulled back and looked down at her. Finally listening to her mumbling.
“Please.. I wasn't supposed to.. I was looking.. My friend... he’s out there..somewhere...”she sobbed. She wasn't some prize for these filthy beasts. She was here to get her lover back from them! She wanted to scream at him, to yell at him, only she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth, she was crying too much. The wolf pulled away and looked down at her, with questioning eyes.
“Did you come here to mate with your friend?” he asked, moving over her, spreading her legs over his thick thighs, his member resting on her quivering parts. He moaned and slowly rubbed himself on her. He moaned and kept his slow grind. How  he wanted to just push into her, to hear her scream, and moan, only he didn't because something isn't right. If she was someone else’s... 
“I-I wasn't supposed to be here..” Ginger sobbed, rubbing her eyes. The large wolf tilted his head looking at her, he had stopped grinding on her.
“What do you mean? Did you not come here to mate with one of us wildlings? Isn't your friend one? I saw that she-coyote helped you earlier. You know some of us....”
“Nooo.. he isnt a wildling... he a dom.. From the city looking for some wildling he met last year, they had mated and she left him... he has been looking for her ever since.. I’m here to bring him back home....``Ginger hiccupped, slowing her crying, looking up at the wolf. He continued to look down at her, his grass green eyes clear in the gloom of the cave and got off of her. “...thank you?”
“.... i’m sorry little human... I thought you were here for the mating season.. And usually we  just lose control... rest up.. We’ll go looking for your friend... I will help...”
Ginger let out a sigh of relief, and rolled over trying to piece together her clothing as best as she could. She wondered if she could truly trust the brute. She watched from the corner of her eye, could she? I mean he did stop... he didnt eat her... right now he was her only chance.


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Rick turned, hearing the scream. That sounded like.. It couldn't be.. She wouldn't... “ginger!!” he ran off towards the scream, it was hard to find his way around here. He soon heard fighting, smelled the scent of blood faintly, but it was hard for him to know where it was coming from. The damn rain, he didn't know the way around, but he couldn't leave unless he knew for sure that it wasn't ginger. He couldn't leave her out here, what would happen to her if a wildling got her? He wasn't sure how the wildling felt about humans.. Maybe the same as doms? Heard it again a scream, it sounded just like ginger, but was it her? He ran towards the sound again, soon he felt something like a minor earthquake, and more fighting.. No struggle.. Then a splash. What the hell is going on, where should he go? Something was running towards him. He stood there as..... She came into view. All breathing became impossible. The Wildling... his wildling... his fated mate.... She stood there staring at him and he, at her, was as beautiful as he remembered. The rain only added to her... the water running down her curves, flattening her fur to her. Her large yellow eyes seem to pierce through the rain and darkness, looking at him.
“Rick...” she knew his name. It moved through him, it stroked him to a need to take her, stronger than ever before, he didn't even know he had moved until he had her pinned to a tree. He pressed his nose to her’s, her eyes grew large looking up at him, she gently touched his face, she was so warm. He has been cold so long.. Since the night she left him. Growling he meshed their lips together, kissing her, she tasted just as she did then. Like the rain water after a storm. She moaned and gripped his head and pulled him closer still, her other hand going to his pants and rubbing his already hard member through the pants. He shivered and started on her neck, biting and licking causing her to moan and call out his name again. Good so good, he thought, wanting to hear her say it again, he moved downwards to her beasts. Last time he didn't really get to play with them as much. He licked and sucked on one while his other hand plucked and pinched the other, she moaned and panted, his name on her lips still. He moaned too, and switched nip, sucking hard and licked the sting away only when she cried out again. More he thought, he was so lost in passion, he didn't notice anything anymore. Just her, just needing her, finally having her, she was his again, this time he wasn't going to let go.