This is the second part of the Skate and Wolf series Me and a Friend are doing. This will most likely be a short series.
This series features My OC Skater squirrel and the White Wolf from the movie 'Niko 2 - Little brother big trouble' which is the sequel to the movie 'The flight before Christmas'.
Story contains:
Squirrel and Wolf
Predator and Prey
Size Difference
Male and Female
Mating
Drawing was done by Me, and the Story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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In The Dark Of The Night
It was long into the night and the rocky ravine was dead silent. Sometimes literally as the small scattered piles of bleached, chalky bones attested. There was life here, but scattered and sleeping. Mostly the eagles which roosted high above the stony floor, gripping onto the many dead branches that made up the roof of the tall structure. Below, near the ground there was barely a whisper of sound, at least most of the time.
There was a quiet *crrk!* and a small stone, a few pounds at most, dislodged and fell, loud *CRACKS* and *THUDS* echoing endlessly through the near empty canyon, the noises reverberating off of the walls and bouncing back until a waterfall of noises cascaded through the dark. As the stone hit the floor and shattered into gravel, fragments flying in all directions, the sound finally began to die away, fading slowly into nothingness.
Amidst the cacophony a prone form lay, curled up on a flat, raised rock, gently rising and falling, the pattern of deep breathing, of sleep. The entire affair had no stirred the white wolfess who lay there, heedless of the noise of the world around her. A long occupation with a raucous birds above had dulled her senses and given her the ability to rest during even the worst pandemonium.
This was known well by the bearer of a pair of small, beady eyes, looking out from beneath a fallen log at the edge of what could very generously be called the 'room' which held the supine canine. He had been watching and waiting for some time, making sure of the conditions and his plan for more than a week. As the sound cleared the brown squirrel slipped noiselessly out from his hiding place, scurrying across the cold, hard ground and dashing behind a small boulder.
He had been used. He had been humiliated. He had been played with. And there had been nothing he could do at the time. He was a small thing, easily overpowered and part of a race best known for being lunch for larger things. The indignity of it all burned within him like a dying ember, a small hot anger that had pushed him to seek a measure of revenge, to reclaim his place and a proud and noble buck. To that end he had not fled the scene of his disgrace, but merely backed off a bit; studying the birds and their canid leader, learning their habits and traits. He knew that they were far, far too high to hear anything that happened down below, that in the darkness their eyesight was no use and most importantly that the bitch that lay not a dozen feet before him would not awaken until the light of dawn shone in through the various cracks in the walls in a few hours time. Until then she was dead to the world; even rocks, branches and debris landing on her in nights previous had done little more than provoke an annoyed grunt and a rolling over. He'd even taken the chance, the night before, to hurl a rock at her, to no result. He was supremely confident in his plan.
Abandoning his previous scurry the squirrel stepped out into the open, only the slightest gleam of moonlight illuminating the space before him and the target in his sights. He strode forth confidently, though his pulse was racing. He couldn't quite believe what he was doing, terrified and yet ecstatic at the same time, impressed with his own boldness. It was a simple matter to hop up to the broad dais that held the sleeping wolf, close enough to hear her deep, slow breathing. Stepping slowly closer he approached what was less a feminine form and more a mound of white, coarse fur, close enough to reach out and touch it. With a sudden motion he lashed out, kicking the soft expanse as hard as he could.
There was no response. The squirrel scurried back from where he had leaped, almost by instinct.
Perfect, just as expected. The only question now was what exactly to do to mark his revenge? He could simply clamber up her flanks and relive himself; sure to be an appropriately shocking and degrading thing for her to wake to. He could tie all her paws together and leave her helpless before kicking her in the face and running off; letting her know exactly who had got the best of her. He could gnaw off all the fur on her tail so...
A new thought grabbed his attention. Her tail, yes. Given how he himself had been treated perhaps a more... personal revenge was in order. He circled around the sleeping form, examining his options. He was in luck; the surprisingly short, fluffy tail was not curled about her body but stuck straight out, leaving her sex exposed just beneath. He had the perfect opportunity and took it, carefully stepping up, gracefully hopping over the fuzzy appendage and strolling to its base, laying a paw on it as he stood back a moment, sizing up his foe.
It was certainly no task for the faint-hearted; this close the canine's sex was, like her, surprisingly large. He was quite certain that his entire body would fit within, with little difficulty. It was an... interesting shape, warm and full and furless. In the cold night air he could feel warmth coming off of it, even at a distance; the lack of an insulating coat leaving it well exposed to the elements and him. Growing more bold he reached out, placing a paw softly on its outer edge. It was hot, almost burningly so to his frostbitten digits, and yielding, like hot marshmallow. He squeezed gently and felt it give under his grasp. Checking for a reaction from the bitch, and finding none he settled on his new plan; another paw reaching out and grasping, giving him purchase as he pulled himself gently closer.
It wasn't long before his lower body was pressed up against the burning warmth; the heat soaking through his fur and spreading to his core. So close he could inhale deep breaths of all the wolf's scents, the musk of her fur, the heat of her breath and the subtle, feminine hints that wafted up in the still air, entrapping him in their entrancing embrace and making him ever more sure of his actions as his arousal grew.
He hardly had to do anything to himself; his sheath was neatly nestled between the swollen lips of the canine pussy, hotdogging the soft folds. Combined with the abundant pheromones it wasn't long before his shaft emerged, slipping directly into the almost excruciating hotness. He held himself against the female for several minutes, feeling himself expand into her, growing hard and hot and horny as he met absolutely no resistance; his length penetrating the bitch like a hot knife into butter. She was amazingly even warmer inside, and wet, if not from arousal then at least enough to provide adequate lubrication. This was perfect, perfect! She had looked down on him, oh yes, but here, here he was taking full advantage of her and there was absolutely nothing she could do! Who was top buck now? Him!
Once he had fully enjoyed the exhilarating experience of simply mounting the wolfess he began to give his instinctive desires the satisfaction they demanded. She was far too large to grasp in the usual squirrel fashion, so he settled for simply grasping a pawful of flank fur in one paw and the broad base of her tail in the other, pulling himself up a few inches so he could bring his crotch closer to the encapsulating slit. He began to thrust, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed, the adrenaline of his previous actions fueling his libido, merging with his energetic squirrel heritage as he jackhammered away. His cock pistoned into the bottomless softness, the feeling utterly blissful as his heavy nuts slapped repeatedly into cushiony warmth, the fur of his crotch quickly growing wet with canine arousal. He tried to remain quiet, stifling his own moans and gasps of pleasure, gritting his teeth and pacing his breathing so as not to alert anyone. He needn't have worried; his partner of course was utterly inert. That mattered little to the buck now as he was driven on both by his desire for vengeance and by his rising hormones. It was an almost disappointingly short time before the base of his shaft began to tingle, a pressure and intensity that began sinking into him and driving him even more vehemently forward before, with a shiver that made him grit his teeth, he came.
The buck held on tight as the spasms of orgasm wracked his body; pressed in closely to the sleeping bitch, his shaft jerking and shooting hot bursts of seed deep inside the welcoming tunnel, a full nutsack emptying in hot bursts, not a single drop escaping the canine form, everything he had to give being eagerly swallowed deep inside. He resumed thrusting again as the flow petered out, the sheer force of his peak subsiding enough for him to give a few victory bucks before the warmth of an afterglow seeped into him and he let go of the larger female, slowly slipping from her, still hard but exhausted.
He took some time to catch his breath, stepping back to a safe distance, panting slightly. The cold air assaulted his groin, soaked with sexual fluids. Amazingly he found himself still hard, extremely satisfied both physically and emotionally, yet still wanting more. He idly wondered if he could go another round, turning slowly to look over the prone canine.
She wasn't there.
His body tensed and he held his breath as his brain tried desperately to assure him that he'd simply made a mistake in the darkness, looked the wrong way and that if he were only to turn he would see her, safely asleep. But the longer he stared the more obvious it was to him that he hadn't been mistaken; the wolf had got up while his back was turned and walked off. A chill ran down his spine and his fur stood on end, his tail bottlebrushing as he felt a cold, harsh gaze upon him. He was certain he could hear a quiet breathing, just behind him now... very close. Barely able to make his feet move he turned around, trying not to focus on the shadows before him, dreading what he'd see.
A pair of gleaming eyes stared back at him, tiny points of light in the vast darkness beyond. As he stood, transfixed, they moved closer, the deep grey of night lightening and resolving into a large, pointed muzzle and a smirking canine face. The white wolfess was indeed completely awake, for how long he couldn't be sure. The panicked buck found himself pinned to the spot, his mind going blank.
"Did we have fun? I did wonder just what you had planned, scurrying about the place all hours of the night. Oh... did you think I didn't notice a walking snack hiding in my own lair? You know, I was half hoping you'd try something stupid, follow that little kick of yours up with a proper attack, I am after all SO hungry."
Her voice was level, calm, but also deeply menacing. He knew the tone; it was smooth and sweet, like thick honey, but hid a darker tone. He was going to pay for what had just transpired, and it wouldn't be quick either.
"But it seems that my... feminine charms were too much to resist hmmmn? Now I did ask you a question... did you have fun?"
"Y... yes?"
His reply was barely a squeak, his brain screaming at him to flee but the hard glare holding him in place, freezing his thoughts as the predator slowly stalked closer, soft paws padding gently forward, sharp claws extended and scraping slowly on the ground with each step, a rough, gritty sound like the sharpening of a knife on a grindstone.
"Oh good! And my my, it seems like you're in the mood for another round? I suppose I can hardly refuse someone who went toall this effort now can I? Very well then... hop up."
The buck's mind fused, shock, fear and confusion overriding his senses. The huntress was just a foot away now and had curled herself around so that both her muzzle and hindquarters were pointed right at him. Her tail was slightly raised, exposing the hot sex beneath as she watched him, a long, pink tongue slipping from her muzzle and licking hungrily over it. He was completely at a loss for words and actions, completely stunned. What exactly had she meant?
"Oh I am sorry; I did forget. You're rather on the short side... aren't you? Where are my manners?"
So saying the wolfess crouched down, slowly lowering herself to the floor until she was in a sitting position, still looking at him with interest. It was increasingly obvious to the squirrel what she was requesting, but no less puzzling. He knew the bitch wanted very much to get even with him, one way or another, and that the only reason she had not yet torn him to pieces was that she had a more fitting punishment in mind for him. One that involved him getting close to her. He was quite sure she didn't intend to snap him up if he tried anything, and that was even more worrying. All his options were bad, he just didn't know how. But he had no choice but to proceed, before she did something even worse to him. Steeling his nerves he approached the now kneeling form, finding himself in a position not unlike his first attempt as the large fluffy tail swept graciously aside, giving him full access once more to the canine slit.
"Well? Don't just stand there, you seemed very eager just a few minutes ago, where is that infectious enthusiasm now?"
Taking a deep breath the buck once more took two pawfulls of coarse white fur and pulled himself close to the wolfess. Once more the soft heat encapsulated his crotch as he sank into the now much wetter and more eager pussy. For a moment he was stuck, unsure of what to do next, but the insistent stare from his partner pushed him onwards as he began to thrust. Despite having spent himself only minutes before he found, to his surprise, that he was able to manage a brisk pace. The action was mechanical and passionless, driven more by his fear of consequences rather than any sort of lust, but the cold push of terror gave him wings and his body soon settled into a familiar pace, unthinking instincts slowly making themselves heard as they took the wheel.
"Oh my! That tickles!"
The buck blushed in embarrassment; he knew full well that there was little he could do to stimulate his partner, the size difference was simply too great. And she knew it too, taking delight in belittling him. Was that to be her revenge on him? To force him to breed her while making sport of his efforts? It seemed too neat somehow; it certainly fit her, but he expected more... There was a sudden jerk and he had to redouble his grip as the canine got to her feet, lifting him far off the ground as she stood, looking over her shoulder and the brown-furred head that just barely peeked over the curve of her back.
"Do you mind if I get into a more comfortable position? No? Good. You just seem to be putting in all the effort here, while I just lie back and do nothing! I should at lest do something to help you along, shouldn't I?"
There were more sudden jerks as the wolfess began to back up, her gaze still affixed to the clinging buck. Each step caused her body to sway, her hips roiling and threatening to detach the squirrel. That was, until the ivory tail flicked to one side, passing behind he buck's back and holding him firmly, if a little loosely against the white flanks. Still the wolfess retreated, step after step until, with a sudden jolt, she pressed against a wall. The smaller male found himself sandwiched between the cold hard stone and the soft warmth of his domineering mate as she smiled in satisfaction, rows of pointed teeth gleaming wetly in the darkness.
With her partner now adequately pinned the bitch began to press and grind against the stone, pressing the squirrel's quivering hip against her yielding flesh with considerably more force than he had been able to muster. Being capable of far wider movements the wolfess moved her rear in slow, circular movements, repeatedly pressing up against her partner. The buck found himself being roughly rubbed over the eager sex, the sticky warmth quickly smearing over his chestfur and soaking his tail. He was no longer in control of his movements; though his hips continued to buck and thrust, borne along by breeding instinct, his entire body rubbed and jerked at the behest of his canine mate as she took endless pleasure in brushing his soft fur over the entirety of her sensitive entrance. With the increased pressure the smaller male could even feel himself sinking deeper into the parting lips, the warm opening spreading and accepting him, hot lips kissing against his body, soaking it with need, the hot fluid dripping wetly off his underside as the bitch became ever more aroused, chuckling to herself and gasping quietly in pleasure as the struggling form brushed repeatedly against her.
After a minute or so the wolf changed position, her forequarters lowering as she keeled. This put her rear in a higher position and tiled more upwards, a perfect breeding pose, were she with a male of her own stature. The squirrel however found himself being increasingly puled back, slipping between the female's legs despite clinging tightly to the fur of her back. He was becoming increasingly worried about his situation, trying desperately to protest as the repeated pushes and brushes squeezed the air from his lungs, his words nothing more than objecting squeaks as the sounds of heavy panting grew louder, drowning him out. His eyes went wide as he felt himself sinking in deeper, the hot pussy showing absolutely no signs of resistance as it parted and welcomed him. With a shove he felt a foot lose its grip and sink into the soft expanse. He kicked out and struggled, but this only caused the bitch to tense, her crease wrapping around him tightly and holding him in position for a few seconds before slowly relaxing. But the motions didn't stop, slowly shaking him loose as his other leg sank into the expansive love tunnel. Soon he was holding on desperately to the broad base of the wolf's tail, both paws wrapped tightly around it.
The slick wetness has spread now as the buck found his muzzle tucked neatly beneath the wolfess' tail, a tight pink pucker pressing against him as she ground back hard, burying him in soft fur and warm flesh. His entire coat was soaked with her arousal and all he could scent was her need, filling his nostrils and short circuiting his brain as the powerful stimulus sent his instincts into overdrive. Despite his precarious position he still bucked and thrust, almost half of his body buried in the warm pussy, soaked and slicked with lubricating fluids, jerking back and forth as the horny bitch pressed back, ramming him in. Increasingly he felt her walls closing and clenching around him, holding him in place as she would a male's tie, using his entire body as compensation for his size. As fogged with terror and desire as his mind was, part of it was aware she wouldn't last long. But he would climax first.
The sheer intensity of the experience, the fear, the pleasure, the shock; all combined into one incredible feeling, a heart-racing, mind-numbing, fiery passion. Every inch of the buck felt electric, the controlled pace of thrusting breaking down into wild and ardent spasms, his body abandoning all control as a burning pressure coruscated through him, starting at the tips of his limbs and sinking into his chest before collecting together and drawing forward, bursting forth from him in a torrent.
He wasn't sure if he ejaculated, or even if he came, perhaps the sheer intensity and feverish energy was simply his body giving out under the pressure, letting go in a river of feeling and release. He couldn't feel anything as his mind was flooded with the feeling, his vision going black as he screwed his eyes shut and squeaked incoherently. Whatever it was it only spurred his partner on as she too neared climax. She stepped forward and for a moment the weight on the squirrel buck lifted, leaving him unsupported and in danger of falling off, before she sat down heavily atop him.
Everything went dark and quiet as the expansive hindquarters slammed down, flattening him against the floor and driving him upwards into their welcoming embrace. The buck's muzzle was pressed firmly into a quivering ring as the rest of his body slid wetly into a tightly squeezing slit, a pressure so powerful he could do nothing, not even squirm in its grip. The soft fur cut off all sound and sensation, leaving nothing but the soft enclosing warmth. This was followed by tension, then heat as the full climax sparked through the bitch's body, a burst of wet heat gushing forth and coating the squirrel anew, soaking him utterly and splashing onto the cold floor below. Several more bursts followed as the canid's body tensed and spasmed and pressed against the buck, drawing pleasure from his struggles and objections. It was only slowly that the pleasure subsided.
The squirrel wasn't sure how long he remained pinned after that; his sense of time had drained away along with everything else. His body felt like lead, unable to mount even the slightest resistance to his plight. He simply lay, pressed in the warmth and wetness and darkness. Eventually there was movement, pressure relieved as the wolfess finally stood up, shaking herself off and turning back to look over the captive buck who lay sprawled, outstretched on the ground in a puddle of fluids, staring blankly upwards. Padding slowly over to the squirrel the huntress looked him over, pleased with the results of her nighttime fun.
"Oh yes... that was fun. I do hope you enjoyed it as much as I did though... oh dear, you seem to have made quite a mess. We really should get you cleaned up..."
Stepping into a better position the white wolf cocked a leg expertly, stood still and concentrated. There was the sound of relief and flowing water. It would save going in the morning after all and dilute the evidence of what had happened, as if those idiotic eagles would even be able to tell. She took a good long time emptying herself on the prone buck, the perfect capstone to dealing with the impudent male who had dared try to mess with her. Most definitely she didn't regret not simply devouring him earlier, who knew prey could be so much fun? Finally she was finished, turning back to examine her handiwork. The squirrel looked little different, still soaked but maybe a bit cleaner than before. Reaching forward a pair of clawed digits formed a pincer, grasping the end of a long, brown tail and hoisting the spent male into the air. She held him in front of her muzzle for a few seconds, where he dangled like a small sack of flour. With a snort she flicked her wrist dismissively, sending the limp rodent flying in a smooth arc into a small pile of twigs and dried leaves at the far end of the chamber. He would probably be able to see himself out, when he recovered.
Content after a little late night fun the wolfess once more lay down on her stony bed, curled up and went to sleep. She would have verypleasant dreams for a long, long time.