[b]The Big Bad Wolf[/b]


In theory it was spring, though this far north the snow never really melted. The closest thing to grass was the ever present moss that hugged the ground, snow or not. Through the harsh white landscape a small brown form scurried, rather lost and utterly terrified. He'd sought shelter from the vast expanses of snow and ice by heading towards what looked like some sort of rocky outcrop, with plenty of trees to hide in. (Barren and leafless though they were.) But on further inspection the entire place turned out to be utterly overrun by eagles - not the sort of thing a squirrel wanted to run into at the best of times.

Fortunately (Or at least less unfortunately.) he had almost literally stumbled across a hidden passage, blocked with rocks and fallen logs. It was too narrow for any of the predatory birds by far, but for a buck of his size it was nothing to get through, jumping and jinking over the various bits of detritus that had built up. Various turns and dead ends found him wandering deeper and deeper into the rocky crevasse, light growing dim and the air warmer as he progressed. As creepy as it was he felt relief; he wasn't going to freeze to death at least and the atmosphere reminded him somewhat of a cozy burrow - if you could ignore the occasional pile of bleached bones.

Finally the tunnel widened out somewhat into what was, for the squirrel at least, a rather impressive chamber. It was formed entirely out of the solid, gray rock the rest of the outcrop was made of, sheer walls towering up into the sky, topped with a collection of branches and twigs that kept out the snow while allowing [i]some[/i] light to enter and penetrate to the floor below. There was no sign of any sort of avian presence, the 'room' was too tall and narrow for them the buck supposed. But there [i]was[/i] a strange scent in the air he couldn't quite place...

Suddenly one of the 'rocks' grew taller, revealing a pointy-eared form outlined harshly in the bright light from outside, shinning through a gap in the wall. The squirrel backed away cautiously, unable to identify the creature before him, but worried at its extreme size, easily being several times his height. But as he retreated the strange animal pushed forward, looming over him as it rapidly covered the distance between them. Deciding not to wait the buck turned tail and made to flee, barely taking a step before a large, creamy paw swiped out of the shadows and knocked him deftly sideways with such force that he skidded across the ground. Another, more subdued stroke hit his side, flicking him a foot in the air and flipping him onto his back. Before he could recover a paw came down on his stomach, pinning him to the rocky floor.

Slightly dazed the brushtail could only squirm impotently as the spots cleared from his eyes and he was able to make out his attacker in more detail. The form was canine, and very large; not a dog by any standards, definitely a wolf. That explained the strange scent. It... she had the whitest fur he had ever seen, as bright as the snow and utterly flawless save a few grey touches around the eyes and muzzle. She was powerfully built with a narrow, hungry waist but broad, strong shoulders. It was evident that she was extremely healthy and athletic, if underfed with sinewy limbs and a sharp look about her.

A pair of dark grey eyes, so dark as to be almost black, stared down at him. A long, narrow muzzle was inches away, topped by a pitch-black nose and containing many ivory-white teeth, outlined by black lips. For a moment she stood above him, jaws opening wide and tongue lolling out, ready to snap up the small morsel she had caught. But then she paused, raising her head slightly as if thinking to herself. The squirrel struggled, trying to get away to no avail. His efforts only caused her to lean forward, putting more of her impressive bodyweight onto him, squashing the breath from his lungs with a muffled squeak. When her voice came it was as cold and harsh as a midwinter breeze, clear as ice and as demanding as an avalanche.

"Don't bother, little one, there is no escape. You would be dead already were I not in such an... aggravated mood. If I kill you then there would be none here with even the slightest sense, and I can't bear the inane babbling of those feathered idiots."


The squirrel nodded, less in agreement and more to do anything that might grant him a few more seconds of life. Evidently she knew the eagles that lived here and didn't approve of them.

"So tell me... do you think I am beautiful?"


The buck blinked, utterly unprepared for the direction the conversation had taken. He surveyed the wolfess briefly, his mind trying to make sense of the request.

"Well um... yes Yes of course! Very much so, a sight to behold!"


He tried hard to come up with some sort of compliment that might wow the bitch into letting him go, or at least distract her enough for him to try another escape. However he did have to admit, while he wasn't exactly an expert on does of other species he found the sight above him to be an attractive one, if utterly terrifying. He couldn't quite pin it down; it was something about her pose, her brilliant white coat and athletic physique. He struggled to put it into words, but needn't have bothered. It seemed his halting admission had satisfied the canid. Her jaws closed and she smiled, not with affection, but something darker and more malicious. The buck gulped nervously, not sure of it boded good or ill for him. When next she spoke her voice was far quieter, almost soft and persuading, practically friendly.

"Hmmmnnn... I think perhaps you're only saying that to avoid being... ended. Unless of course you really [i]do[/i] admire my stunning beauty."

The squirrel blushed, for reasons he couldn't entirely articulate.

"Come now little man, I'm not so bad as you might think. I'm [i]sure[/i] we could be... friends if you'd just do exactly what I say."


The heavy paw lifted slightly, still holding the male in place underfoot, but allowing him room to breathe now, and enough movement to get a better look at his captor. At the moment all he could focus on were the long, pointed, dark grey claws pressing onto his chest, curling and uncurling slowly, kneading the fur there with just a little more force than was comfortable. He felt his pulse race as adrenaline pumped through his form.

"Now you see I'm a mite hungry and... well I may just settle for a [i]taste[/i] of squirrel rather than a meal, there's not much difference in your case. Just something to whet my appetite perhaps? I promise I won't bite... hard.'


Once again the buck swallowed hard. He had an idea where things were heading now, and while the developments were more welcome than violent death he couldn't really be sure they had changed things that much. He wasn't sure whether to be relived, turned on, terrified or all three, something he had a feeling his partner knew all too well.

"I'm not asking much, just a lick maybe, a nibble! Unless you're going to keep it all to yourself..."

"O-okay... M-maybe just a lick would be okay... but be gentle."


There was a triumphant grin and a snicker, like the crack of ice just before an entire mountainside moved and buried a small town. The paw holding him was raised and stepped back, but the buck knew [i]knew[/i] that if he made any attempt to escape he'd be tossed into the grinning maw and snapped up in a single bite.

"Oh I don't think I [i]do[/i] gentle, squirrel, not when I'm so famished. Now be a good boy, lie back and spread 'em. I assure you, despite appearance my nose isn't [i]that[/i] cold and wet, usually. Maybe I should warm it up on something first...?"


The diminutive male felt disturbed and confused, shocked at how quickly things were moving. Fear won out though and he shivered as he saw the wolf move her muzzle closer to him, descending slowly and filling his vision. She was so much larger than him...

"Oh don't worry pet, I promise you'll be just fine, if you behave..."


The large, blunt, white muzzle pushed slowly forward, tucking in between the buck's legs and taking a long, deep sniff of his scent, holding it as if digesting it, picking over its highlights, reading him with her nose. The squirrel recalled doing similar things to particularly tasty morsels he wanted to enjoy, and the parallels didn't reassure him one bit.

"Oooohhhh yes... such a delicious scent, so very tempting... I [i]will[/i] have to hold myself back."

"Tha... this is fine.... this is fine..."


The wet muzzle tip [i]was[/i] cold and it pressed against soft fur, pushing firmly forward and down, sliding the squirrel slowly across the cool floor until his back bumped into a small rock, preventing him from slipping further. Once more he found himself pinned, but in a slightly different manner, shivering and shutting his eyes as the big bad wolf talked dirty, his jittery words barely escaping his mouth.

"Hush now, little buck, your boss has work to do."


The muzzle presses more firmly, so large it spread the squirrel's legs slightly as it nuzzled in, rubbing and poking around, seeking out a soft sheath and the full nuts below. The brushtail wasn't exactly sure how often, if at all the wolfess had done something like this, but he could tell she'd had practice. She was toying with him, he could tell, relishing his reactions and uncertainty. At his size he would make a very poor meal... but perhaps a very entertaining plaything. As she pressed in he felt the powerful muzzle spreading his legs wider, beginning to feel utterly powerless, the very last of his will to escape draining away, like snow in spring sunshine. It wasn't long before he felt there was no other option but to give in to her demands. And to make matters even worse, he was quite sure he was beginning to get aroused.... it was obvious now that the bad wolf girl knew what she was doing, and she was damn good at it. His body began to respond in kind to her intruding motions.

"Unnnffff, Oh... oh my, please be gentle...."

"Gentle...? You [i]do[/i] keep going on about that. Oh, I suppose you [i]did[/i] ask so very nicely, I may just be able to hold myself back... for now..."


The snowy muzzle grinned, in a slow, predatory manner, long rows of pointed teeth visible as the wicked wolf smiled with pleasure. Truly a snack was one thing, but prey that was so thoroughly defeated and so easily controlled was another entirely, something to be treasured and enjoyed at length. The grin widened as the muzzle opened slightly, hot breath panting out of it, causing the squirrels body to tense as he focused on those sharp, almost sharklike teeth. Despite all this the quivering male felt his cock begin to throb, matching his pounding heartbeat as it slowly began to emerge from his sheath, pushed and encouraged by eager pressed from the blunt black muzzle tip that rubbed against him, forcing it to get even harder. He felt terribly  afraid, but the situation and what he knew it could lead to was rather... hot to him. After all, during his somewhat adventurous lifetime he'd been with other canines in the past.... he figured he knew a little bit of what to expect. He decided to try an old line, one he'd picked up from a fox once.

"Mm... My... what big teeth you have..."

"Mmmmm yes, they are, aren't they? Big, long, sharp and so very, very useful..."


The wolf half-growled, half purred, pleased at the effect she was having on the smaller male. He couldn't tell if she'd heard it before, or recognized it, but she certainly seemed to appreciate the compliment. The wolfess opened her jaws a little wider, pushing forward just a bit, showing off her jagged assets to her captive audience. Carefully watching over the young buck she dipped down slightly, adjusting the position of her jaws and allowing the squirrelcock to slip neatly between a pair of teeth, letting it sit there as she panted slowly, deliberately blowing hot, humid breaths over the hardening member.

"And what big.... paws you have too..."

Another grin, an evil look and a soft chuckle.

"To match, to match."


The squirrel shut his eyes and bit his lip as the feeling of the large canine mouth invaded his crotch, He could feel the tip of his throbbing cock come to a halt as it made contact with the canine mouth, pressing against something equally large, hard and pointed. He could feel a sticky heat drooling from it and soaking the fur on his crotch. He decided to press on, the rising heat overcoming his common sense as he forced out the next sentence. Words barely coming out.

"Ohhhh oh goodness... Wha..... what a big tongue you have too..."

Hnf! Not so much goodness, but definitely a goddess I think... try not to move little man, we wouldn't want me to make a... mistake now would we?"

A pair of large paws slipped forward, grasping the squirrel buck by his sides, dark claws extended and pressing into his fur as they held him in place, in the she-wolf's grasp. As this happened her hindquarters crouched, bringing her closer to the floor in a more comfortable position to see to the smaller male, the squirrel gulping again, and nodding in understanding at the veiled threat.

"Very good pet, I like a guy who... understands me."


The squirrel shivered, something he was doing often despite no longer feeling cold, and allowed the predator to begin taking advantage of him and his smaller size. A large, soft, pink tongue slipped slowly around the now gaping maw, licking delicately over each pointed tooth. As it slicked around it brushed wetly over the pinned squirrel meat, the pressing warmth hovering over it for a moment before moving on. Aware of what was happening the squirrel braced himself to what was coming... he could almost feel the large wet wolf tongue on his cock before it arrived, He could just imagine the warmth of her saliva on his sensitive throbbing shaft that was now burning with heat and sensitivity. Despite his perilous situation he couldn't resist encouraging his partner, his rising hormones drowning his sensible objections in a flood of need. It was after all spring, mating season. He felt a rolling purr escaping from his throat as something rough and wet brushed over him.

"Murrr, or please do continue you... you big bad wolf! You are so evil, you know that?"

"Oh? Am I now? Such harsh words for your mistress! And so false! I'll just have to show you how very [b]good[/b] I can be..."


For a moment the buck tensed, not sure if he had pushed her too far. But it seemed she was getting into things now, and had no wish to cut their... conversation short. There was a dark mischief in her eyes as she stared at the male, even with her muzzle flat to the floor her eyes could meet his without looking upwards. The large fuzzy muzzle slowly and carefully closed, two rows of ivory teeth clamping delicately around the buck's shaft, holding it in place as snowy lips met and caressed over its base, holding it in the hot, wet grasp for long seconds before once more a large, powerful tong began to lap, stroking and massaging its tip with vicious flicks and presses.

The squirrel squeaked with shock at the sudden contact of large pointy teeth brushing up against his sensitive member. But The wolf girl knew what she was doing, and knew how to handle such a sensitive area, her jaws open just the fraction needed to allow him entry to her warm muzzle while still holding him like a vice. As she started to lap at his squirrel meat with her powerful tongue he began to moan, softly at first, but quickly growling louder as the wolf lapped his entire length with single rapid strokes. He began to sink deeper into the experience, almost forgetting himself as the tide of pleasure rose around him, dulling him to the hazards of the situation.

"Mmmmmm ohhh yeahhh... oh yes! Please keep going... remember... be gentle..."


On hearing the panting buck the wolf girl gave a savage, evil look and slowed her lapping to a stop. Still holding the squirrelcock she opened her mouth slowly, jagged teeth dripping with saliva and a little pre, making utterly sure she had the squirrel's complete attention.

"I remember no such agreement. I do what I please, when I please to [i]who[/i] I please. Be good and maybe I will too, otherwise..."


Once again the muzzle closed, the solid ivory teeth pushing a little more firmly on the squirrel's meat this time, not quite enough for discomfort but with a pressure that assured the buck that a nibble could become a bite with little warning. A deep, hungry growl emitted from the wolfess' throat, vibrating the bucks entire body, sending electric pulses of stimulation down his rock hard shaft, joining with the icy traces of fear from the warning she had just delivered. The combination was overwhelming and he squeaked, words of protest dying in his throat.

Grinning and feeling she'd made her point, both literally and figuratively, the snow-white canind began to suck, softly at first, but with increasing pressure second after second, her powerful mouth and throat working to milk the cock inside them, as if straining to draw forth the squirrel's tasty seed. There was no mistaking the hunger behind her actions now, the driving desire as she began to slowly unleash herself on the pinned male. The squirrel began to pant and moan as the wolf girl began to suck on his tasty meat with vigor. Driven onwards by her insistence he moaned a little louder as he felt pre burst from his cocktip, that first burst only encouraging the hungry bitch's attempts to drain him as she redoubled her efforts. For a brief moment he felt his head get hotter and his vision blur a bit. Sure he he was going climax already, the brushtail tensed, but his body began to calm down, leaving him feeling weak and shaken. He panted, his tongue hanging out like an exhausted dog as his breath came in ragged gasps.

"Muurrrrr ohhhh my, I... I'm not gonna last long..."


Another knowing chuckle filled the air as the wolf continued to suck on her prey's hard shaft, breathing heavily with her own excitement. Noticing her partner pant the canine begin to use her tongue once more, slipping it forward and out of her mouth slightly, tucking it under the squirrel's heavy nuts, cupping them gently in its warmth, the tip curling and lapping at them, stirring them as if encouraging them to dump their load into the hungry huntress. At the same time the soft, sucking noises from between them grew louder and more frenzied as she put even more of her considerable strength behind milking her mate, sucking greedily on him now.

The squirrels entire body felt hot, and he couldn't help but twitch his legs a little as the huge canine mouth dominated his member and latched onto his entire crotch. He closed his eyes again and began to buck his hips a little, instincts taking over and trying to fuck her muzzle as if it were a doe. He leaned forward, paws gripping tufts of the alabaster coat, yanking roughly and pulling him forward as he tried to drive in ever deeper into the bottomless maw. With each breath he took he inhaled more and more of the powerful musky scent that hung in the air, increasingly saturated with canine excitement. The wafting pheromones only further teased him, bringing him so very close to climax. More and more his bucks were accompanied by burst of pre leaking out; he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"UNF! Oh yes, keep... keep sucking babe!"


The wolfess was no longer paying any attention to what the buck was saying, and little to what he was doing. His movement were of little consequence to her, even as her nose was buried in soft stomachfur as the male bent over her muzzle, gripping it tightly. She was more focused on his upcoming climax and the interesting new taste that was filling her mouth. Sensing how close the buck was the wicked wolfess began to attack him in earnest; the rough warmth of her tongue wrapping and engulfing the pink pointed dick, slicking over it and soaking it in hot saliva, hungrily lapping up the tiniest spurt of pre, eager for the load to come. Feeling the male's hips begin to buck, the oversized muzzle pressed down harder, pushing the squirrel firmly into the ground and burying his shaft deeper inside the salivating mouth. Faster and faster the strong tongue poked and lapped and licked, brushing and teasing the sensitive tip of the squirrelcock, dominating it and trying force forth the thick, creamy load the bitch knew her partner held, panting and growling with excitement as she pushed him ever closer to climax. There was a chocked squeak as she finally succeeded.

"Aaaahhhhh f-fuck!!! I- T-take it! Take it all!"


The squirrel felt his body tense up and he gripped the wolfs muzzle as he bucked hard into her mouth, forcing the first thick long rope of cum into her waiting maw, and then another, and another, an endless series of bursts coming in fast. The squirrel yelped and bucked more and more, he could feel the wolf girl's teeth rubbing against and jabbing at his cock as the powerful jaws moved and swallowed, but the pleasure was so great that it really didn't matter anymore at that point, all fear and pain were drowned by pure lust and pleasure.

A deep growl of pleasure and triumph rumbled through the wolf's body as the first thick ropes of squirrel seed splattered onto her tongue. Burst after burst poured forth and the eager muzzle welcomed each one, smearing them around, savoring their rich taste and brushing them over the still twitching and spasming squirrelcock, ever desirous of drawing more from the buck. Somehow suckling even harder the hungry mouth held out before it took a single, deep swallow, gulping down the rich squirrel jizz before returning to milking the male for every drop he had, aiming to suck him dry. Every time the buck showed signs of flagging or slowing the lapping tongue pressed close and firmly, brushing against his sensitive member, demanding without words that he continue, drawing out the climax. Held in place the squirrel buck squirmed around on the ground as he felt the sucking and lapping on his cock that forced him to continue to shoot his load into the predators mouth, it seemed almost endless, rope after rope of thick squirrel jizz continuing to burst from his cock tip. And still it continued, as the long seconds drew out the buck began to feel weak. His cock was spewing so much cum it was beginning to ache slightly under the pressure.

The squirrel squirmed around on the floor like a playful dog, and his legs twitched as he continued to orgasm. His partner murred and growled as the squirrel's climax went on, taking pleasure from what she was doing to him, shivering herself in sympathetic lust as her own body grew hot and tensed with sheer delight and the sharp taste of squirrel on her tongue. Even as his climax finally began to slow the wolf didn't let him pause for a moment, eagerly lapping and cleaning his cock, taking every last drop, every spurt of his seed and swallowing it hungrily, continuing until he had no more to give.

The squirrels eyes remained shut as finally the last few squirts of cum made their way out, being quickly lapped up by the bitch's tongue. The wolf had successfully milked the squirrel dry, she completely overwhelmed the small buck. He laid back, exhausted, with a big smile on his face, he felt refreshed, like a new squirrel. The fear and excitement had thoroughly washed through him, clearing his mind and giving him new clarity. He nearly relaxed as the wolf girl continued to clean him, seeking out every last remaining trace of his seed. Surely she had been telling the truth, she was indeed a good girl, when she wanted to be.

Finally finished the wolf smiled and slowly moved back, extending her tongue to brush over the squirrel buck, wetting his fur. Noticing his dazed expression she snorted and snapped to get his attention.

"Not bad, not bad for a fluffball. So you can live, if you get out of my way fast enough. But if I catch you again... prepare for a repeat performance..."


Not so tired as to be rendered senseless the squirrel picked up the threatening undertones and picked himself up, apparently free to go. He didn't waste his chance, not willing to see how long it would take for the wolfess to go for dinner [i]and[/i] a show. He scurried quickly back the way he came, vowing to never get himself in such a situation again.

The wolfess grinned and stalked off, listening to the rapidly fading sounds of scrabbling paws and still licking her muzzle, straightening the ruffled fur. She would have to hunt squirrels again sometime...