I'm so happy to finally post page 1, this took way longer than I thought it would, but after about 2 weeks of on and off working on it and around 30 layers later, page 1 is finally finished!
I really wanted to draw these two again, and this started off with just a single pic, but I got so inspired to draw more of them that I ended up just making it into a small comic.
I freaking love these two together though, its one of my favorite crossovers actually, and I plan to do even more with them in the future.
I hope to have page 2 done soon, so keep an eye out for that!
The Bird decided to write a story for this comic too, which will make it even sexier too, so props to her for deciding to add a story to it ^^
Artwork is by Me, and the story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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Enjoy :)
Tied Like a Bitch - Part 1
Balto the wolfdog padded softly through the undergrowth. Predator-wise he was pretty high up on the foodchain, and didn't need to be as cautious as many others, but he knew from experience that there were bigger and badder things out there than him, by far. Besides, some of his caution was for other reasons, such as the fact he'd never been here before.
He'd followed the vixen's directions to the letter, once he'd picked up enough courage to dare sneak out. This time of year there wasn't much demand for sled dogs so he could get away for a few hours now and then. And he'd often spent those hours having a great deal of fun with his fellow dogs. But he'd always been willing to try something new. And so, when he'd stumbled across a familiar she-fox who'd told him of a particular location where a good time might be had, he'd listened with perked ears and a wagging tail. And now, on this day, on this hour, he was here.
The High Tail Hollow it was called, apparently. There were only two rules to be obeyed at all times; the first was nonviolence, it was a place to make love, not war. The second was that you raised your tail to whoever and whatever took an interest in you, or you left. The scent of it was everywhere, male, female, predator, prey. He could smell the breeding of a dozen species of all combinations here. Yes, this was the right place alright. That was what kept Balto's heart pounding, his pulse sounding loud in his ears. There was no telling what you could come across here, whether you'd be mounting or be mounted.
Or, of course, you might come across nobody at all and retire blue-balled and disappointed. The clearing was hardly a hive of activity, even the birdsong seemed quiet here. As the canine padded about he initially thought the area might be completely deserted, by luck a poor time for him to have shown up. However, just as his spirits were starting to fall he noticed something, or rather someone, that he'd almost missed. They'd been standing by a patch of dry grass and its brown hues had blended with a similarly rusty coat. It was a fox, a tod fox.
The vixen who'd told him of this place had been his only prior experience of foxes. She was sleek, slick and devilishly teasing. This fox was... not that. It wasn't that he was unattractive, per se, it was just that he was so... so... rugged.
Balto knew masculinity well; he fancied bucks as much as bitches, perhaps moreso in fact. But until that moment he'd always associated that... doggish, rough-and-tumble sort of quality with other, well, dogs. He'd certainly not seen it in anything smaller than himself before, yet the diminutive vulpine, maybe half his height, had that same coarse-coated, laid-back and rough demeanor that he'd only ever seen in canine his own size. Which raised the question... had the tod expected to meet with anyone Balto's size or sex out here? There was only one way to find out. He stepped forward, attempting to make his presence known.
For a moment the fox did nothing, then he stood up, turned around, and stretched.
It was a long, drawn-out almost full-body yawn; forepaws stepping forward and gripping at the ground, lowering the vulpine's front end as his body lengthened. In response his hindquarters became even more prominent, tail arching and flicking mischievously up, revealing a tight pink pucker and two fuzzy orbs beneath. It was an open invitation underscored by the bright and gleaming flash of pink, the very tapered tip of an already emerging foxcock, highlighted against pale stomachfur. Even now Balto wasn't sure if he'd been spotted, whether his approach had been heard or whether the dog fox was entirely oblivious to him. He decided to be a bit more forward and engage in the typical canine greeting. Taking a few more steps towards the rust-colored male he lowered his head, aiming just beneath the tail for the traditional sniff.
The fox startled as the cold tip of a wolfdog nose pressed in, feather-soft, against his exposed hole. His body twitched and his ears pricked, but he made no other movements as Balto stood there, inhaling slowly, tongue drooling. Yes, smaller though he was the fox was definitely, wonderfully male. He had the same musky, masculine scent that the larger canine was intimately familiar with from long nights alone with a pack of male companions. But it was different in a way he couldn't quite describe; feral somehow, with an edge to it that spoke to his hindbrain of raw instincts and unconstrained passions. This wasn't anything like his fellow dogs, bred for a purpose away from their natural roots, or even like himself; half and half. No, this was raw, natural and untamed, a creature of the woods and dark places, playful and enticing.
He hadn't been aroused, at least not physically, until that moment; the myriad thoughts swarming through his mind had kept him at bay, desirous but unwilling to show it. But in that moment his body made its needs known as pheromones awakened instincts and his pulse quickened. Rising excitement sent a tingle through his body, making every nerve twang like an electrified wire. Each beat of his heard sounded in his ears and pulsed through his body, earthing itself in his crotch where his own tip began to emerge. He didn't have to look between his legs, he could feel himself extending, inch by hot inch, the cock throbbing and twitching as it poked insistenly from its home. It wasn't long before he was fully erect and, much to his surprise, he could feel his sheath plumping up, the beginnings of a knot swelling it and forcing it back. He realized that he must have been more pent-up than he'd suspected; to be knotting so soon, without having even tasted the warmth of a partner.
Speaking of tasting...
The fox still hadn't moved, though his own arousal seemed to have grown an inch or two. It was dwarfed by the larger canine's, but that was only to be expected with such a difference in body size. But the smaller male would find it difficult to take the larger, at least not without some prep work beforehand. And, of course, it never hurt to get in the mood first. The wolfdog raised his head slightly, dragging his lolling tongue up a furred taint and brushing it briskly across a tight rosebud. The fox's tail shot straight up and bristled as if his fur was full of static. His eyes went wide and this time his head turned, mouth agape in shock, to take in the vision of his assailant. There was a surprised gasp, though whether this was because the vulpine had only now grasped how imposing Balto was, or whether it was simply a reaction to that first lick it was impossible to tell. The wolfdog pressed his muzzle forward once more, letting his tongue slide slowly over ruffled fur once more, able to feel the tension in the smaller male's form through it, an excited quivering that seemed to vibrate through him. He lapped upwards again, getting an excited twitch in response and a taste of mixed arousal and fear.
Yes, he could see the fox's form mirroring his own, a solid pink length emerging and hardening between his legs under the repeated lapping assault. His could scent the rising lust, taste his partner's eagerness. There was a suggestive waggle of hips, a subtle shift of a bushy tail that laid it almost flat across the reddish-brown back that seemed to invite the larger male forward. And of course the vulpine's gaze remains firmly locked on his own member, thick and hot and aimed directly at its lubricated target. There wasn't a hint of doubt; this was something both males desired. For a second Balto was tempted, but he held off just a minute more to make absolutely sure everything went perfectly. His tongue lapped and rimmed its target, pressing firmly into the tight pucker and managing to make some headway, slipping in an inch or two to deliver slick saliva to the clenching walls of a prepared passage. Finally he drew back with a wet -slurp!- and steadied himself for the final approach.
Wasting no time, barely able to restrain his own barely-contained enthusiasm (and member) the wolfdog strode forward, not even needing to get into a superior position; he simply had to step over the smaller foxy form, pressing the bushy tail against his partner's back as the vulpine tucked neatly beneath him, the arch of his body fitting snugly between the larger male's legs. He looked down on the fox, who was still focused on the hotdogging member that was rubbing continually and insistently against his rear, the wolfdog enjoying the feel of slickened, soft and silky fur against the sensitive skin of his shaft. Its tip soon brushing softly against exposed fur, tickled by the fox's coat and leaving a thin streak of pre across his tailstar. Each beat of the wolfdog's heart made his shaft twitch, jerking up a few inches before settling back down. Each pass left another thin streak of fluid across the rosy, inviting target, until it started to drip lewdly.
If this had been one of his packmates he would already be riding them now, not drawing things out as tortuously as he had been. But he had different ideals welling up from the depths of his mind; the soft fur and smaller form conjured a different word into his head. Bitch. Yes... there was a willing hole in need of a good, long, hard breeding, a fox in need of fucking and filling. He was pretty sure his new little fucktoy had done this before, but he was going to open his eyes, as well as other parts, to exactly what happened when you invited the hero of Nome to mount you. When he was done breeding this tight little vixen he'd have the horny little slut so stuffed he couldn't move and begging him for more. Gritting his teeth and growling lustfully Balto pressed forward to claim his bitch.