[b]Skater Squirrel's White Christmas[/b]

A wolf ran through the snow at a breakneck pace.

Her name was White, as was her coat, blending neatly into the alabaster covering that wrapped the winter world. She was large, powerful and in charge and was currently ensuring that she remained that way by tracking down whoever it was that had been howling in her territory.

They were male, which could be a good thing if they remembered their place and didn't try to do anything stupid. If they didn't however then she'd get a good meal out of the encounter at least. Either way the future looked bright and something to look forward to... right up until she saw who it was that had invaded her home.

Black. Of course it was Black.

Black wolf was... a black wolf. Their parents had not been the most creative with names. He was equally big, equally bad and a force to be contended with. If he had met Red Riding Hood the story would have been a lot shorter and not full of nonsense involving dressing up. Sadly however this immediately destroyed the possibility of the only two good outcomes of the encounter. He most certainly [i]wasn't[/i] a mate, and it was a coin flip as to which of them would win a fight. He'd just be... around muscling in on what paltry little food their was and generally being a nuisance. White sighed as she slowed from a run to a trot, her lip curling with distaste as she spoke, showing off her ivory fangs.

"Oh, it's [b]you.[/b] I might-"

"FUCK OFF!"


White stared, her mouth open to form the words she had been so rudely interrupted before saying. This was... unusual. Her brother had a definite temper of course, but was usually more surly than anything. He'd most certainly not ever been this... tense with [i]her[/i] of all people.Something was wrong.

"Well then... [i]that[/i] was uncalled for. Whatever is the matter with y-"


The bitch stopped mid-sentence, not due to anything her brother had said, but rather as to how he was scented. He was upwind so she was easily able to scent him wafting on the breeze. It was mostly the familiar, alpha male wolf that she'd known for countless years. But there was something... magnified and overriding his usual mark that immediately told her exactly why he was so on edge. When she looked again she wondered how she could have possibly have missed the massive member that stuck up angrily between his legs, twitching with want and sensitivity. This wasn't due to any sort of seduction on her part, her brother was simply so very pent up that he was naturally aroused all the time.

He wanted... [i]needed[/i] to breed. Badly. The same scarcity of bitches that made her life aggravating had a far worse effect on her brother. This was largely because he, for reasons known only to himself, regarded it as utterly degrading to pleasure himself. For him only a partner would do, and that partner had to serve him, never the other way around. This had served to keep the one pack he ever amassed entirely male, which had been enough until they'd been scared away by a bunch of reindeer of all things. Now that he was, once more, a lone wolf, it was profusely evident that there were bugs living under rocks who saw more action than he did.

"Ah... I see. The single life not treating you kindly? Or perhaps you've decided to extend your No Nut November and try for the record?"

"What the hell are you talking about White?"

"Nevermind. You're obviously very... stressed. If you're going to stay around here for any period of time, we'd best deal with that."

"Yeah? How?"


White could think of a way. She'd die before she did -with her own brother!- but she knew very well the way wolves behaved. She'd never been one for packs due to the severe shortage of bitches in this particular part of the north; any she joined immediately came with a half dozen males barely able to restrain themselves from mounting her. Or trying to; most of the packs she'd joined ended up considerably smaller by the time the survivors ran away. But her brother was... imposing and if he didn't get release soon then the natural order would assert itself and one of the siblings would die in the process. Fortunately she had an... assistant who could endure the unpleasantness in her place. Even more fortunately he had accompanied her on this little outing, eager to see her kick some ass. She shook herself roughly, in the way dogs did when soaking wet, and dislodged a small brown pile of fuzz who fell into a nearby snowbank with a muffled 'Oof!' Black stared, his turn to be shocked for once.

"You. Have got. To be. Kidding..."

"You have a better idea?"

"I could jump off a cliff."

"But you won't. So get this over with. I will [i]not[/i] have you in my territory being such a... lose cannon."

"Ugh. Fine. But I'm not responsible for whatever happens to the little pest."

"Now hold on a minute! I- NNF!"


There was a small, very small, objection as a rodentine head poked itself out of the snow. It had little chance to say anything however as White stepped neatly over to it, and with a paw that smothered its face, roughly grabbed what turned out to be a squirrel buck and tossed him in the air in the general direction of black. The brushtail flipped almost amusingly head over tail as he cartwheeled through the air, to land heavily at the male wolf's feet. Black stared down with barely concealed disgust mixed with palpable contempt. He knew exactly who... and what he was looking at.

The squirrel, whose name he didn't care to remember, served as makeshift sextoy for his sister, being utterly incapable of showing the slightest hint of a spine and being about as strong and tough as a marshmallow sandwich. The only reason he hadn't become a meal was that he was so pathetically scrawny and puny that he wouldn't have made a single bite, and because he was far more entertaining alive. And yet, somehow, he'd become popular enough with his scatterbrained sister to hang around long, long after the novelty had worn off. In short, and he was very, very short, he was a miserable, aggravating annoyance. And being reduced to using the lousy little tree rat was almost too big an indignity to bear.

Almost.

[b]"Fine![/b] Get to it, rodent."

"Can... can I not?"

"You heard him squirrel, stop stalling."

"But... he'll kill me!"

"Nonsense. But if he dislocates anything I'll gladly help you pop it back in."

"But-"

"And if you don't do this, [b]I'll[/b] dislocate something, starting with your tail and ending with your neck. Fuck's sake it's not like this is your first time."


Skater the squirrel sighed. That was, most unfortunately for the diminutive buck, true. The squirrel [i]did[/i] have some prior experience dealing with the oversized canine. And that experience told him that however unpleasant things were about to get, they'd be [i]nothing[/i] compared to how bad they'd be if he refused to offer his... 'services'. Swallowing nervously he advanced the last foot or so needed to bring him right up to where the black canine sat, his impressive length at full mast and eagerly awaiting the squirrel.

To say it was impressive was an understatement. Skater had dealt with foxes and dogs in the past, but Black put them all to shame. The massive meaty member was almost as long as the brushtail was tall. Including the hefty pair of balls beneath it the squirrel could easily stand next to it and have it drip pre onto his snout. And that was very nearly the position he was in. With scant inches separating him from the immense maleness he could [i]feel[/i] the heat pouring off of it, making it steam in the icy winter air. It seemed to radiate, like a foot of red-hot, rock-hard iron and it made the buck back off nervously each time it twitched in anticipation. It was almost impossible to breathe in the humid, musky air that seemed to surround it, nearly choking the squirrel with the sheer intensity of the dominating masculine pheromones. How could he possibly handle such a monster, and how had he ended up in this situation [i]again[/i]?

"Nngh! I said get [b]ON[/b] with it!"


Skater didn't have the opportunity to think any further; a massive paw slammed into his back and plunged him forward until he smacked loudly against the rigid length. There was a relieved growl of pleasure from up above as the tiny rodent was forcibly pressed against the thick shaft, feeling himself ground into it, flattened against its heated surface. His head turned to the side as a black digit as thick as his neck pushed on the back of his head and rubbed his cheek against the canine member. The breath was knocked from his lungs, and when he tried to inhale again he caught nothing but the impossibly potent maleness, filling his nostrils and sticking to his fur. It was obvious that however long the wolf had been without company he hadn't deigned to so much as lick himself; the salty, sweaty and above all utterly musky odor that coated his throbbing length seemed to sink straight into the bucktoothed male, staining him to his core.

But he barely had time to realize this before he was roughly jerked upwards, stroked against the canine shaft with enough force to drive a strangled squeaking from his throat. A second later he was slammed downwards, feeling the bulge of a hot and sticky knot smack into his stomach as his legs reflexively wrapped around its base. Another second later he was once more jerked skywards.

The seed and violence of the movements made thinking all but impossible as the squirrel's scattered thoughts converged on the worrying fact that he was unwillingly being used to help jack off the massive male, who seemed already on the verge of climax and utterly heedless of his much smaller partner's comfort or even safety. A hot, wet sensation alerted the buck to the fact that liberal strings of thick pre were already leaking constantly from the canine tip; every time he was slammed onto the swelling knot another spurt was forced free, jetting over his face and back, staining his coat more and more. It didn't help that he was continually being stroked against the enormous cock, now well lubed with the same sexual fluids, slowly covering the squirrel almost entirely except for his tail which flicked and jerked wildly out behind him.

"Ngh! NGH! NRRGGGH!!!"


There was a loud, lewd growling and grunting from the wolf as he continued to paw himself off with the squirrelbuck, who couldn't so much as muster a squeak of objection in response. The air was being squeezed from him as he was squished between paw and cock as if he were in some sort of vice. His mouth opened and closed wordlessly, soon earning a splatter of preseed, giving the squirrel a taste of the salty, musky fluid. The pace, which had been blindingly fast before, increased further to the point that Skater lost all track of what was happening to him, wrapping his arms and legs around the massive length of meat that thrust up against his chest as if to hold on for dear life. The only upside to the punishing treatment was that it seemed it wouldn't last long; already a constant cascade of sexual fluids were dripping down his soaked form and splattering onto he ground below, it would surely be only mere minutes before the canine found release, and released him from his crushing grasp in return.

Eventually Black, who hadn't managed to utter a single word in the short time he'd started jacking off, seemed to reach some sort of plateau; seemingly freezing for a second as he growled one last, long predatory grunt. Skater blinked repeatedly to clear his vision as he found himself at the apex of a stroke, a pointed canine tip pressed against his muzzle. His eyes widened as he realized what that would mean for him if the hunter released... but too late. With a quiet grunt the wolven paw squeezed even tighter, forcing the breath from the buck. His mouth gaped open in shock -just before a massive black digit forced his head forward, impaling his muzzle on the massive member. Barely an inch managed to force its way into his gagging throat, but that was enough to push the wolf over the edge.

"HHHNNNNNRRRRRGGGGGHH!!!"


Skater had no time at all to reach as the first burst of cum simply poured into him. His body was already squirming and gagging, but that made absolutely no difference at all as the hot jet of seed pumped itself down his throat and into his stomach directly. In the strange, slowed-down time of orgasm it seemed to go on for hours, though in reality it was likely only a second or so. The buck felt himself swell with the massive load, his stomach bloating as it was completely filled. He was almost fit to burst before the steady stream tapered off... only to redouble in strength at the second spurt started.

"GLUUURRKKK!"


This time there was simply no room in the brushtail's tiny form. The hot blast pumped into him, and exited every way it could. Most of it gushed out from his muzzle, despite the tight seal made by the massive wolfcock jammed into him. The rest jetted out in thin, silvery streams from his nostrils, cutting off his air supply as every last crevice and space within him filled with pooling jizz. The pressure was immense, the buck feeling at every moment like he'd simply pop like a balloon, bursting from the incredibly voluminous load that was pouring forth.

Fortunately for him it was at this moment that Black lost control. His paw fell to the floor as he himself fell forward onto all fours, barely able to stay standing as his body was wracked with indescribable pleasure after being denied so long. Skater hung onto the throbbing cock for a few seconds longer, still locked tightly onto it, before the third blast of wolven jizz struck him square in the chest, shooting him to the ground.

He landed heavily with a wet and sticky *splat!*; after that he was simply a target for the massive canine's continued release. A fourth, fifth, sixth blast struck him, plastering him to the already white ground. There was nothing he could do but lie back and take it as countless more bursts of seed jetted onto him. The sheer force of each blast kept him pressed flat against the icy snow, forming not just a massive puddle but a veritable splatter as stray strings of seed struck anything nearby. The entire mess started almost scalding hot, but rapidly cooled in the icy air, even as more jets of seed poured forth, canine balls eager to empty themselves of everything they had.

It was minutes later that Black sat back on his haunches, idly using his paw to help the last few weak spurts out of his cock and onto the now completely white squirrel who lay spread-eagled before him. Absolutely every single inch of the buck had been through coated with musky seed, and his stomach bulged with the impressive amount he'd managed to swallow. Panting heavily the wolf shakily got to his feet, evidently physically drained from the exertion he'd just undergone. Not bothering to look at either Skater or White he turned and headed in the direction of White's den without saying a word.

"Well, that went as quickly as expected. Are you still alive under there squirrel? You're whiter than I am now!"


The wolf bitch got to her feet, moving a suspiciously sticky paw from between her legs and wiping it on a snowdrift as she walked over to where the flattened buck lay. She leaned down and examined the cum-covered mess, looking for signs of activity. Finally there was a weak moan and the squirrel shifted slightly, eventually starting to cough as he cleared his throat, jizz oozing from his mouth and nose.

"Caught a bit of a cold did you? No wonder, spending all that time wet and lying in the snow."

There was no response. White squinted, then smiled.

"Oh my... someone's a little stuck, aren't they?"


This much was true, the puddle of jizz had started to freeze even before Black's climax had been completed. Now it glued the buck securely to the icy ground, freezing him in place as the squirrel blearily opened his eyes and focused on the large white and very mischievous looking canine that loomed over him.

"Surely you're not going to let a little mess like this overwhelm you, are you? I mean you [i]are[/i] pretty pathetic, all things considered, but you can't [i]really[/i] intend to lie there all helpless, can you? Because that would just be [i]far[/i] too much fun for me to ignore..."


White grinned wider as she saw the stunned buck weakly struggle to pull himself upright. But it was no use, most of his coat was frozen under a rigid white shell now. Positively beaming with glee at this new development the huntress raised a paw, sticking out a single digit that bore a blunt claw as thick as the squirrel's arm, and traced it over the prone buck, leaving a deep scratch in his icy coating as she flicked it across his throat and then down his chest. Eventually the digit found itself flicking against the one part of the squirrelbuck that was still hot enough to avoid being frozen. There was a quiet squeak of indignation as the blunt claw traced its way around a weakly twitching shaft, rubbing deftly over a comparatively puny pair of nuts.

"Oh dear, oh dear... you're certainly struggling a lot more... but you're still stuck, aren't you?"


White let out a snicker as she continued to toy with her favorite plaything, rubbing and pressing her finger against a throbbing squirrelshaft. It was impossible to say when exactly in his ordeal that the buck had become erect, but not his pointed pink length jutted up from his prone form, a perfectly defenseless target for the massive canine's enjoyment. Taking every opportunity to tease the trapped brushtail the wolfess spent several minutes edging her tiny partner, stroking his sensitive length with her pawpads, only backing off when he started to moan and squirm, leaving him to whimper on the very edge of climax only to repeat the process when he'd cooled down a little. It was intensely satisfying to watch him struggle, incapable even of bucking into her ministrations as she lay there beside him, able to relax and enjoy herself. It had been far too long since she'd had a male this much at her mercy and it was a positive pleasure to see how loudly she could make the buck squeak, how quickly she could get him to the peak of please and how much she could make him struggle and curse when she left him there.

Eventually though all her games grew a little dull. It was could out and a day to be snuggled up warm somewhere, not out in the biting wind and snow. It was, of course, a great pity to abandon such a versatile source of entertainment, but she really [i]did[/i] need to get back. Relenting after only a dozen or so denied climaxes she finally allowed the squirrel to come, stroking him painfully slowly one last time to hold off his peak as long as possible. There eventually came a muffled moan and a few silvery streaks bursting from his shaft to join the massive load that already coated him. She watched at the stiff buck moaned and squeaked helplessly, his all-to-brief climax surprisingly energetic; no doubt due to the intense workup that had led to it. Eventually though the whimpers and struggles quietened down. Satisfied that the fun was over the huntress stood up, shaking the snow out of her coat. Looking down disdainfully she considered what to do next, before a predatory grin once more found itself on her muzzle

"[i]Still[/i] stuck squirrel? And an utter mess too! It seems I have to do [i]everything[/i] don't I? But at least this will solve two problems at once!"


By that point Skater could barely feel his limbs as the cold crept into them. He'd been growing increasingly agitated as the wolf had toyed with him and his eventual release had only served to further fog his mind with the buzz of afterglow. So he was too distracted to be paying much attention as the massive canine loomed over him, looking under her chest at the buck and taking aim. But he certainly [felt[/i] the result as a sudden, almost burning warmth struck his chest.

It was a veritable shower of warmth that seemed to cut through the icy shell binding him, melting it away and clearing it from his fur. The falling stream steamed in the cold air as White was expertly guided it over him with a few deft wiggles of her hips. Despite knowing exactly what it was and what was happening to him Skater couldn't help but be at least a [i]little[/i] relived as he was... relieved upon. The heat began to suffuse itself through his tiny frozen form, allowing him to wriggle his fingers and toes and slowly begin to pry himself free of the sticky, icy prison that had held him down. He didn't even object when the superheated jet struck his face, forcing him to shut his eyes and hold his breath as far, far more liquid than was needed was dumped upon it. Though it took time, eventually the stream weakened and faltered, leaving him soaking wet, but warmed through and through, sitting in a hot puddle on bare rock, the snow and ice having been completely melted away. Of course now he was wet and smelled of... wolf, but this was a vast improvement over his previous situation. It was depressing that that was true of course, but that was the story of his life.

"There! Now didn't that fix everything? Well don't just lie there, we're heading back. I expect you're ass-kissingly grateful for my assistance, in fact I demand you are, but I'd rather you not demonstrate that here. After all, you'll have plenty of time to do so when we get back to the den."


Skater sighed as he picked himself up, grateful at least to not be so sticky anymore. But this was certainly not how he'd expected to spend his Christmas. Still, he couldn't help thinking as he started the long, cold walk back to the wolves' den, at least he'd be warm tonight. In fact he mused, staring at the massive pair of hips that swayed back and forth as White stalked slowly over the snow, he might end up quite hot indeed.