Alright, finally managed to get page 2 done last night, even though I had to stay up until almost 3am to finish it... and I had to get up for work at 6:30am... but I think it was worth it :)
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.
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 2
The two canines stood together, wolfdog above, fox beneath. Breeder and bitch, a todd turned to vixen. Balto growled with pleasure and with need as his tip pressed ever more firmly against the tight hole of his partner, ready to take what was wanted. Pressing down against his partner he watched the flustered fox turn his head, panting hotly and staring back at him, waiting for something to happen. With a definitive thrust of his hips Balto pressed forward. There was a quiet grunt, almost a purr as the first few inches of his rigid length jammed neatly into a tight and welcoming embrace. Surprisingly the fox was loose and relaxed, the heated hole seeming to draw him in, gripping tightly around his terminal inches as if trying to hold him there. A second buck drove him even deeper and once again he found his maleness welcomed; sliding past the silky walls with almost no effort at all. He barely needed the lubrication supplied by his own leaking cock as it laid down a thick trail of pre inside the other male's love-tunnel; half, then most then nearly all of his aching fuckstick rammed neatly inside his newfound cocksock.
The feeling was one of pure bliss, so inviting that the wolfdog barely gave a thought to the fact that his partner must have had a lot more experience with this sort of thing than he'd first suspected. He'd taken many males and been taken by many of them in turn and only a select few had been able to draw him in like this. Their hips met with a soft sound as the larger male bottomed out, his swollen sheath kissing warmly against a twitching tailhole as every rigid inch was accommodated. He hadn't had to fight for a single second, simply being enveloped as if by a bitch in heat. Indeed, if he shut his eyes he could almost imagine he was being sucked off somehow, so smooth and soft and wet was the passage he was penetrating. He tightened his grip on his smaller partner, wrapping his legs more securely around the rusty form for leverage, allowing him to pull back nice and slowly before pressing in again, his cock plunging deep into the tight asshole.
The gray-coated canine leaned in, teeth bared at the crushing tightness, nipping the tod's neck, hot breaths huffing into the fur there as his hips twitched, length still buried deep, teasing the both of them. He still held the smaller male in a vicelike grip, pulling him back even while he thrust forward firmly, trying to ram in as deeply as possible, the bulge of his rapidly forming knot pressing ever more insistently against the fox's entrance. Once or twice he pulled back until only the tip was still buried inside the snug, slick warmth, before jutting in once more, causing their hips to meet with a loud *smack!* To his great satisfaction the vulpine had begun to pant, gasping audibly each time he filled the smaller male and shivering with delight each time his rigid length withdrew.
Things escalated quickly after that; the pair found a natural, rapid pace that allowed the wolfdog to briskly fuck his makeshift mate Though the fox's tight tunnel remained as delightfully tense as ever, its walls seemingly straining to stroke and rub against the sensitive shaft within, something in the fox relaxed or loosened up somehow as they both settled into the breeding. Each movement was swift and smooth, met not so much with resistance as a desire to maximize the pleasure the both of them felt. The canine's cock felt hot and thick like a rod of burning iron as is continued to slam insistently into welcoming depths, seeking out and finding a sensitive spot within that was pushed and pressed and rubbed again and again and again as thins neared their inevitable peak. Instinctive desires began to flood the wolfdog's head, wordless whispers of filling a mate with a hot, sticky mess. Pumping his seed into a willing partner and feeling them welcome the sticky fluid.
Once again he leaned forward, almost pushing the fox over as he put his full weight on the smaller male, nibbling his neck aggressively enough to make him yip in surprise at the sudden sensations. There was a growl, a snarl, and a pair of powerful jaws flicked open before gripping snugly at the tod's neck, holding their position as a quivering, twitching length reached deep into a tight, receptive ass. The pair shivered and shuddered with pleasure, barely able to stand as their hips moved almost on their own accord; ramming deep or pushing back aggressively. Balto's knot, popping neatly from his sheath, continued to slam wetly and lewdly at the pre-lubed foxhole, demanding entrance and the tie that would go with it. Their forms moved wildly, barely under their control as they made noise together, growling and whimpering and gasping as the floated in an ocean of pleasure, tossed about by the waves that arose from the movement of their own bodies.
"Muurrrr! Such a beautiful breeding bitch. Time to find out how real dogs mate, how real dogs mark."
Balto grinned with knowing pleasure, only one thing remained to be done now, one final act to the mating ritual before he could reach his peak as nature intended. The fox was experienced, no doubt about that, but he knew, knew that the vulpine hadn't ever taken anyone like him before, not all the way. His bulging, multi-lobed knot was already pressing insistently at a quivering, well-lubed pucker. It was loosening, but not far enough fast enough. The wolfdog knew he'd have to take what he wanted and that when he did it would blow his little vixen's mind, if not another body part.
His thrusts became more insistent, more demanding, as he pulled the fox beneath him. He was too tall in relation to his bitch to get both arms slung over his partner's shoulders or wrapped around his neck, so instead he extended his claws and dug them into the soft ground beneath him, shifting his forepaws so that they were each slightly beneath the rusty vulpine, both limps pressing in from the side and making a firm vice to hold the smaller male in place against the constant shifting thrusts. This made it a little more difficult to stay upright but was needed for what was coming next. The tod was completely unsuspecting, blissed out now and lost in the midst of mating. His eyes were glazed over and looking into the distance, tongue drooling with heavy, hot pants as his entire body rocked back and forth under each powerful bucking from the rear. The knotty noises emerging between the two grew louder and more rapid as Balto's hips slammed forward faster and harder. Finally, when he judged it opportune, the wolfdog gripped the fox tightly at the front. Gritting his teeth and squinting his eyes in concentration he tensed his entire body in preparation for the final, climactic penetration, pulled out almost entirely then slammed back in in a single deep, hard, vicious thrust.
There was a wet slap that seemed to echo throughout the clearing and a sharp cry, though who from it was impossible to tell. The wolfdog pressed forward one last time, feeling his partner tense and stretch around him. There was a surprised yelp, vulpine eyes snapping wide open, a mouth hanging slack and emitting a series of incomprehensible noises. But Balto pressed on, the thrust impacting into powerful resistance but never quite coming to a standstill; grinding onward inch after inch as his bulge began to press home. Slowly but surely the fox stretched and spread, his hind legs kicking wildly and his front pawing uselessly at the grass, shredding it to ribbons. Still Balto pressed onwards, feeling a crushing, almost burning pressure pushing back, trying to exclude him, attempting to avoid the tie He growled dominantly and possessively; the fox had the audacity to let things go this far, there was no way to avoid becoming his breeding bitch now.
"Nnngh! Dirty little vixen, leading me on like this... Hnnnn! Well... no way to get out of it now... Take it, TAKE IT bitch! Let me knot you and fill you with seed like the slutty little cocksleeve you are!"
The sense of pressure only grew, a white hot heat coruscating between Balto's legs as his balls churned and tightened and his cock throbbed. Knot or not he'd blow his load at any second, but he was desperate to hilt into the hot and horny hole before that happened. Summoning all his strength he fought against the tightness, pushing forward and plunging in deep. With a sudden feeling of immense pressure turning to immediate relief he felt his knot sink in deep, pushing past the nearly insurmountable resistance that had been offered to it and finding a warm, wet home deep within his consort. There was an almost audible -pop!- and a lewd, wet sound as the final inch of his shaft buried itself deep within the quivering male below him. Two heavy and full canine balls slapped loudly against a smaller pair even as the seed within them fought for release into the welcoming tunnel now offered for it.
The tod yelped and whined, his entire body shaking and almost going limp at the overwhelming sensation of being so deeply violated. If it weren't for the newly formed tie he would have completely collapsed to the ground in that instant. Instead every fiber of his being rebelled, twitching and squeezing and milking the rigid length within, his body unsure as to whether it wanted to force it out or welcome it deeper somehow. The vicelike sensation of the tight walls clamping down in response, squeezing every inch of his shaft, shot through him like thunderbolts, making his fur stand on end as his entire body went rigid with bliss. The feeling built, a churning, burning desire that seemed to radiate out from his bloated balls to fill his body with the need for release. It washed over what little of his mind that remained, completely overwhelming him. His jaws clamped shut firmly, almost drawing blood from the fox as his climax rose unstoppably.
The first hot jets of seed burst forth, pouring into his partner in a flood of burning jizz. He felt himself emptying, so great was the cascading pleasure of that final, much needed release. It seemed as if that first burst went on for hours, as if he was unleashing a tidal wave, a flood. Seed poured from his twitching shaft like water from a busted hydrant, an unstoppable torrent rather than a mere spurt or squirt. It seemed like a lifetime before his hips remembered to buck once more, thrust after thrust delivering yet more hot seed into his willing partner, short, sharp thrusts leaving his buried cock as deep in the fox as he could get. He felt the smaller male tensing rhythmically as well, each of his hot bursts forcing an echo from his partner, the seed splattering messily onto the ground beneath them.
The intensity of their climax was almost blinding, Balto's vision blurred and he saw stars as he fought for breath, struggling to control himself even as their combined peak began to slowly fade. He dimly became aware that the tod had reached capacity, the last remaining bursts of his seed leaking out around his cock, staining the fox's fur and leaking stickily down his legs. The wolfdog staggered, trying to stay upright as the vulpine beneath him pressed weakly upwards, helping milk the last few jets of seed from him and letting them pour into his already filled tunnel. They both tried to recover, pressing against the other, drool hanging off of lolling tongues, breathing heavily.
It took a minute or two, but eventually the larger canine recovered enough to plant all four paws on the ground and give an experimental tug against the makeshift vixen. The tie held and he felt the smaller male whimper and shudder as a new wave of sensation flowed through him. The tight tailstar was still squeezing and caressing him exquisitely, far more snugly and warmly than any of his packmates' had. Grinning widely the larger canine twisted his body, lifting his legs awkwardly as he stepped off of the smaller male, his front end walking in a tight circle until he was facing completely the opposite way. All the while he struggled to stay upright as the velvety sensation of a slick tunnel brushing over sensitive skin shot through him. Finally he was able to stand tall, lifting the fox's rear slightly off the ground as he did so. The tie bound them, tail-to-tail, sheath-to-knothole.
Balto licked his muzzle, straightening the fur that had become mussed and drool-coated when he'd nipped at the fox's nape earlier. He turned his head and looked at his partner, who was staring at him in bleary-eyed shock. Evidently nobody the tod had been with had ever done anything like this to him before. That only made things more delightful; even though the breeding was over he still had time to show the slutty little upstart who now owned his tight little tailhole.
He took a step forward and was gratified to hear a shocked gasp from behind him. The unbreakable tie still bound them and the smaller male had no choice but to step awkwardly backwards as he was tugged at. Slowly, the wolfdog advanced, his hapless captive being dragged behind him, paws scrabbling against the grass in a futile attempt to gain purchase. But Balto was bigger and stronger and the vulpine couldn't use his hind legs. He snickered as the rusty colored fur whimper and moaned and panted, paws leaving rough gouges in the ground as he was unstoppably dragged away.
"Now now little vixen, you should know there's no getting away, not for a while yet. There's no point resisting, you know that. What say we go back to my place hmmn? I know a few friends of mine who'd be very interested to know I caught myself a fox. Might even want to practice themselves. What do you say?"
Balto almost leaped forward and there was a gasping moan from the fox as his paws gave out beneath him. Yes, heading back would be a good... and fun idea. It'd take maybe an hour with his... passenger in tow; maybe enough time for the little guy to pull himself loose. If so, no loss. If not however... well the rest of his pack would have a very fun night indeed.
Panting happily the wolfdog set off, step-by-step through the undergrowth, his panting, whining bitch right behind.