[b]Sweet & Salty Squirrel[/b]

The landscape was winter.

Other lands saw seasons, tropics of endless summer or temperate forests where snow settled in the darkest part of the year. But this place... this place would never know any season but winter. It was cold given form and expression. Its base was snow; soft, white, featureless curves that undulated as far as the eye could see. Fields of frost. They were framed by jagged spires of frigid, gray rock, like the teeth of Fenrir. It was even lit by moonlight, casting a silver veil over the world that robbed it of what sparse color it otherwise might have had. This was a dead place, hostile and unwelcoming. Only something as cold and calculating as ice itself could thrive here.

One such creature was making its way in the world, soaring a thousand feet above the frozen wastes on wide brown wings sprinkled with snowflakes like icing sugar over a brownie. It carried a strange, misshapen... thing in its claws, about half its size. And was singing a Christmas carol as it went. This was the only sound to pierce the deathly silence that stretched for miles in all directions.

In the fullness of time its destination became clear; it was heading towards a series of sharply pointed peaks; not mountains but spires of rock eroded into sky-stabbing daggers by the winds of millennia. These rocky claws held a sparse collection of tangled dead wood, a roof of twigs covered with tons of snow. This made the dark, foreboding space below tolerable, if not pleasant to live in. The eagle expertly ducked and dove between rocky pillars, weaving its way into a chamber deep within the rocky crevasse. When it arrived it loosed its payload, which tumbled awkwardly across the barren floor before smacking solidly into a rock. There was a squeak. The large bird swooped upwards before perching expectantly on another, slightly larger rock.

"Merry Christmas!"


Something stirred in the darkness. Despite having no visible features it somehow managed to emanate an aura of pure fury, anger seeming to radiate off of it. Not hot anger like a fire; but cold, controlled anger. An anger that mated the environment, dangerous like liquid nitrogen. As the shadowy form padded forward this impression grew more solid; there were hints of glinting teeth and bristled fur. There was a feral growl, the noise one throat makes just before another is torn out.

"Is it?"


The voice was... female if not feminine. It too was cold and harsh. With two words it managed to suggest that its owner had never heard anything so utterly, astoundingly idiotic as what you'd just said and that it was only with great self control that she was restraining herself from beating you to death with your own liver. Amazingly the eagle ignored this and continued to stare hopefully as the shadows until they ever so gradually formed into the shape of a large, white wolf.

"Christmas night! I got you a gift!"


The massive canine barely denied to glance in the direction of the tangled thing that lay still on the floor. Somehow she managed to seem even [i]more[/i] disappointed than she already was, her gaze turning up to the clueless bird with a look of such intense hatred that by all the known laws of physics he should have instantly incinerated, leaving a small glowing pile of ashes where he once stood.

"You shouldn't have. And I mean that [b]so[/b] very earnestly. You really [i]shouldn't[/i] have."

"It's got everything! A box... and chocolate...and it's alive!"


On second examination, which the wolf treated with the exact amount of delight someone walking through a crowded dog park uses when looking over their shoe for what has made it suddenly sticky, the proffered object did in fact seem to have a box. The box didn't so much hold the present as stick awkwardly to its side, but it had some scraps of shiny wrapping hanging from it. It was also brown. This might have been chocolate, that was the [i]best[/i] possibility. There was a glimmer of recognition on the wolf's face, a hint of surprise that was immediately crushed by an avalanche of annoyance.

"I'm impressed."

"Aw, thank-"

"It must really have taken you a long time to find a vulture with diarrhea, and wrapping it couldn't have been easy."

"I uh..."

"Now leave so that I can attempt to return to the wonderful dream I was having before you shattered my slumber with your insane ramblings."

"A dream? Was I in it?"

"Oh yes, what was left of you anyway."

"Well, alright then! You can unwrap it in the morning, but no sooner. You-"

"LEAVE."


The massive avian fluttered away, still as obliviously cheerful as anything, leaving the pale canine alone in the cavernous rocky hollow. Alone, that was, except for her gift; which, true to tale, was in fact alive. White, named after her color, continued to stare at it with distaste, circling slowly around it as if it bore the plague. Finally she spoke, as if to the air itself.

"So, you came back."


There was a long silence that dragged out to the point where many would have found it uncomfortable. Finally the tangled mess attached to the box wriggled slightly. It was vaguely furry, rodentine and half frozen. Its voice was faint and barely audible to anyone without the superb hearing gifted to the canine race.

"Y-yes."

"I can't believe it, I really can't. I was hoping you were some [i]other[/i] gormless rodent who'd somehow managed to wander into what passes for my life nowadays. At least then it'd be safe to eat you."

"Hey now! I bought you a-"

"If you say 'Gift' or 'Present' or anything of the like, I will personally take that rock there and shove it down your throat."

"But... it's bigger than me..."

"I'll find a way."

There was a sullen silence.

"Well... I did bring a... thing. A long way too!"

A contemptous snort.

"You?"

"Yes."

"A gift? Here?"

"Yes!"

"To me?"

"Oh. Yes, you. Definitely. Just the weas- wolf I was looking for. Headed right here I did, no detours. Just got a little... lost keeping an eye out for... people..."

"I see. Well, IF what you say is true-"

The voice was filled with such doubt it wouldn't have believed the sky to be blue.

"-then you're the single most idiotic creature I've ever met. And trust me, I have far more experience in that area than I would wish even upon my most hated enemy."


The wolf stepped closer, squinting in the dim light to resolve what she already knew to be there. The box was the most notable thing, it was -or had been- an 'Ohio Assortment', apparently a collection of 60 of the best traditional chocolates from the continent.' Now it was opened and empty. Someone had severely gnawed the edges and the plastic tray inside had been torn up. Attached to the box was presumably the agent of such chaos, a very, very miserable looking squirrel. Somehow the contents of the box had been transferred onto him rather than into him. [i]Somehow[/i] this hadn't involved mere smears and smudges in his fur but what looked to be a solid coating of the stuff worked nice and deeply into his coat. He would have carried less candy had he simply been dipped in molten caramel. White knew this was due to said squirrel being the single most messy eater she'd met. Among other things. Most entertainingly this combined with the winter chill had severely reduced his ability to run. Or even to move. Four thick, pointed claws slashed through the air, tearing through the box as if it had been made of tissue paper and shredding it to oblivion.

"Your 'gift'?"

"Yes. Uh... you see it was sort of a long way here... no acorns this far north.. got lost... And I was thinking, 'Well Skate, bad choice of present here, what with it being chocolate and her being a dog-'"

A snarl.

"'-wolf! Well, could cause tummy troubles.' So I uh... did what was necessary."

"I see. Then let [b]me[/b] do what is necessary and indeed, what someone [i]should[/i] have done a long time ago."


The squirrel jumped back, or tried to. In the low temperatures the chocolate-caramel mixture had set solid and he couldn't move an inch. Pine sap was bad enough, but he was literally encased in the stuff. Instead he simply fell over, all four limbs outstretched and stiff. This at least halted his attacker, if only for as long as it took her to roll her eyes.

"Hey now... let's not be hasty. It's Christmas after all; when we should be together with um... loved ones to remember... old times."

"Old times? As I recall the only things you ever did was scuttle about pointlessly like a lost beetle, whine about the cold and eat pinecones. And it is with very much regret that I admit that that wasn't the [b]most[/b] infernally plebeian idiocy I've ever seen performed here."

"Exactly! And we had... fun right? You can't just eat your close, personal fr-"


A paw clamped down over his muzzle, shoving the squirrel's head against the rocky floor before it withdrew at the feeling of something sticky. The warm pawpads had managed to soften at least a sliver of the frozen caramel, which stuck to the underside of the paltelike paws. White shook her forepaw irritably before giving it a sniff, then a lick. There was a pause of consideration. Then she smiled, or at least showed her teeth. It was the sort of smile that would grace the face of a man who had just been told that, due to an approaching wildfire, he'd have to bulldoze his hated neighbor's house for a firebreak. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees as the canine leaned forward, looming over the smaller squirrel until their noses were barely an inch apart.

"Tomorrow you will leave. I shall have on of those benighted birds... escort you somewhere far away from here. And if you have even the tiniest speck of sense in that walnut-sized head of yours you'll endeavor to [i]stay[/i] far away. In the meantime however I suppose I should enjoy your little gift, I did open the box after all."

"Oh. Thanks...? I uh... wait..."


The wolf smiled softly as she fell forward with what was almost a graceful movement had it not been performed by a hundred and fifty pounds of athletic canine. She dropped onto her stomach, neatly tucking her hind legs beneath her like a sphinx in a maneuver that placed the still stuck squirrel directly between her front paws. She leaned forward, lowering herself to the buck's level as the small delighted smile on her muzzle grew steadily larger and larger as her intentions became ever more obvious. This close her slow, shallow breathing could be seen in the frosty air, clouds of vapor huffing from her nose with each breath as if she'd swallowed a dozen cigarettes. Both paws moved slowly together, each as large as the squirrel's head and easily able to cup him in their grasp. Growing ever more concerned Skater tried to make even the slightest movement, straining in his sweet prison. But the frigid cold had set the sticky stuff surrounding him solid enough that even this was impossible. Moving like a glacier a single, plate-like paw slipped behind the brushtail's back, curling slightly as it pulled him forward towards the massive muzzle in front of him, its large, blunt claws pressing into the buck's side, lightly cracking the chocolate there. He was becoming ever more concerned about where this was heading.

"Hey uh... I get to live right...?"

"Hmmn? Can you do anything at all to ensure that? I guess we'll just have to see..."


White's left paw curled into the canine equivalent of a fist, one single claw protruding menacingly from it. She jabbed this at the captive squirrel, running it down his chest in a slow and deliberate fashion. His candy coating was thick enough that it cracked rather than sticking too much to his fur, leaving a large and ugly gouge in the chocolate right across his stomach. It was very suggestive f being disemboweled and the squirrel swallowed nervously as the hungry canine lifted her paw, looking at the smear of sugar coating her clawtip as she raised it towards her maw and dipped it ever so slightly between two barely-visible rows of ivory teeth. There was a moment of contemplation, then a delicate growl of delight that escaped moments later as the new taste spread itself over her tongue. The sound was low, deep and surprisingly loud, the immense sound more than enough to drown out any protests that Skater might have thought to make. He watched two devious, ice-sapphire eyes slowly close in what appeared to be pure bliss as the wolf savored the scrap of chocolate. A second or so later they reopened, a contented little smile spreading across her muzzle as she began to lick almost delicately at her claw as it withdrew, the heat having melted the sugar attached to it, which formed a thin bridge between claw and maw that cooled and snapped in the icy air. There was a pleased growl and an exaggerated *gulp*.

"So... that's 'chocolate' is it?"

"Yes. With an assortment of classic fillings... sort of mashed together Now-"

"And it'll kill me if I eat it?"

"I uh... maybe? I forget."

"Well then... let's see shall we? It may be worth the risk."


The squirrel swallowed too, out of nervousness. It had been almost a year since he'd escap- left the area, but he still remembered White's.. unique idea of 'fun'. Even if she was in a good mood the road ahead would likely be a rocky one, even now she bore a thoughtful expression, likely contemplating exactly whats he was going to do to him. Finally the wolf's eyes grew wide for a moment as she had an idea. A wry smile spreading across her broad muzzle as she stared intently at the snack before her, the squirrel staring in rising horror as he became the center of her attention; his blood growing as cold as frigid wind outside. The paw still gripping him continued to move him forward, closer and closer to that massive maw, snowy lips slowly drawing back to reveal two interlocked rows of ivory daggers. The rodent would never admit he was scared as he was pushed closer and closer to the slowly opening snout or its pitch black depths. He'd been in this positions before, more times in fact than he'd prefer to remember. Still he was anxious as he looked up at the two serrated jaws that formed the wolf's mouth.

There was an overwhelming aura of 'carnivore'; both incisors were as long as the squirrel's arm and the rest weren't anything to sneeze at. Everything glistened wetly, the earlier taste test having roused the canine's hunger. And fortunately scented her breath with a touch of nougat, which at least took the edge off of what somehow contrived to smell like musky hamburger. (Truth be told, being the middle of winter White was consuming only marginally less pinecone than Skater at this point.) The heat of it as it blew past him seemed almost to soften his chocolate shell. If he hadn't been firmly gripped he was sure he'd have simply been blown over. Instead the world grew darker as he was guided, head first into the cavernous mouth. He made one final attempt to object.

"Hey... hey now! Could we perhaps start with my tai-"

"Mmmmnnnnph!"


There was a pleased, almost purring growl and his words were cut off from the outside world, echoing instead in a humid blackness. The two jaws slowly closed over his head; teeth nearly, but not quite, meeting around his neck a hair's breadth away from simply biting it right off of his body. The squirrel knew well that it would take no effort at all for her to do so, he'd seen her bite through branches as thick as his waist in fits of pique. For a second she held him before the massive wolfess let out another groan of pleasure, breathing deep and savoring the mixed scents of squirrel buck and sugar. Already Skater's fur was beginning to get sticky and wet, the sheer heat radiating in the canine's mouth melting the chocolate in his fur and her saliva soaking into his coat. It wasn't long before he could feel drool pooling around him, carrying the taste of the various confections he was smeared with onto White's tongue; the coating starting to soften and break up around him.

Unseen by the buck White closed her eyes in delight. She'd never had candy before, being a creature of woodland and plain, far from civilization. And she'd certainly not had an entire Candy Assortment, blended into one and seasoned with just a hint of rodent to sate her more voracious desires. The fillings were warm and gooey and were sliding down her tongue, dotted with occasional buttery fragments of dark chocolate. Almost involuntarily her tongue began to lick, eager to sample more of the invigorating new sensations.

All Skater knew was that something warm, wet and rough suddenly slapped against his face with enough force to turn his head to the side and press it firmly against the closed teeth. It brushed roughly over his face, licking upwards from under his chin like soft wet sandpaper. It came away with a large portion of the sugary stuff coating him, leaving ruffled, moist fur in its wake. There was another pleased groan, so loud and close that it made his teeth chatter as it vibrated through his entire body. Seconds later it returned for a repeat performance, continuing to slick his fur the wrong way, every few seconds lapping up and over his face as it hotly rubbed and ground and brushed through his coat, seeking more of his unique flavor. After a minute or so of the initial assault he noticed the lapping tongue starting to take on a more exploratory and inquisitive nature. No longer was it simply washing over him; now that most of the caramel coating had been licked clear of his face it was starting to investigate the remaining, harder to reach, patches.

It was easily able to curl around his entire head, cupping it almost gently as its tip brushed over the back of his neck, making his fur stand on end. It stroked and petted him, slipping between his ears to brush over each in turn, toothtips nibbling delicately on them as it did. It took another minute or so of this treatment before the wolf seemed satisfied that there was nothing left unlicked, and then there arose a surprising suction. The sides of White's mouth seemed to press in on the squirrel as he could feel the strange pressure. He was being sucked on like a lollipop even as he felt the paws gripping him squeeze tighter, holding him in position. Inch by inch White withdrew him, tugging him reluctantly from her jaws while still sucking, until with a *POP!* that rang in his ears, he slipped free.

Skater was utterly disoriented. The strange events left him seeing spots, vision blurred in the dim light of the cold cavern he'd almost forgot he was in. His head at least was clean, spectacularly so, fur ruffled, messy and wet but completely free of even the slightest chocolate smudge. As he struggled to focus the white mound of fuzz before him gradually resolved itself into... well White. She looked annoyingly amused, overly smug and far too hungry for the buck's liking. Her jaws still hung open, a few smudges of brown on her lips where they'd kissed his neck earlier. She was even panting slightly, flexible tongue occasionally pausing its lolling to run over her muzzle and teeth, cleaning her fur and scraping up the few last traces of chocolate.

"Mmmmnn... not bad, not bad at all. You're as good at giving head as ever, rodent."


Despite himself and the mind-numbingly bad innuendo Skater was impressed; White's attitude to people was the same as that towards food: there for your pleasure but you'd have to be crazy to [i]talk[/i] to them. Whereas that remark had almost been seductive. The pair of them had known and... [i]known[/i] each other long enough to understand exactly where things were going to end up, but as always White would never admit more than she had to and always maintained an iron grasp on the situation. As if to underline this point she pressed forward, tongue brushing over the buck's exposed chest and eroding a thin layer of sugar. The wolfess let her tongue loll for several seconds, painted with brown, before drawing it slowly into her mouth. A second alter there was a loud swallowing noise and her throat visibly bulged as another smattering of chocolate was devoured. The squirrel found himself swallowing too, nervous as always about such a casual display of power. Excitement had sped her breathing, a surprisingly bushy tail just barely visible behind her, swishing slowly left and right as she paused to consider her next move.

Once again she huffed several hot breaths over the buck as she drew nearer, beads of condensation forming on the cold candy coat as she did. The paws that had gripped him released, and he fell back onto the hard ground, still held stiff by the sugar in his fur. All he could do was crane his neck, turning his head from side to side to try and analyze his situation. But that too stopped when the wolf's nosetip pressed against his own, a large, cool, black button gently but firmly pressing down until he was lying flat on the ground, looking up at the blackness above. Satisfied she backed off, then dipped back down again, steady pressure pushing up against the brushtail, almost dragging him up along the rocky floor.

It took the buck several seconds to understand what was going on, unable to feel anything at first due to an insulating layer of sweetness. But a growing warmth began to ever more insistently radiate its way into his chest. It wasn't long before he could feel a familiar wet roughness stroking up his body, endeavoring to swipe the sticky sweetness in his fur and succeeding through sheer force and effort. He was being licked like a candy cane.

Each lap brushed firmly up his stomach and over the curve of his chest, ending by flicking up under his chin. The powerful pink protuberance curling and squeezing surprisingly gently down around his entire midriff, pressing down with enough force to keep him completely pinned against the ground below. A groan escaped Skater's lips as he was impacted against the warm spongy flesh. he force enough to squeeze the air from his lungs. Above this sound were the pleased growls of the hungry canine, each one humming through the buck's smaller form, hot humid breath washing over him as this happened, the squirrel the center of attention of a near blanket of a tongue found him again and again. The immense pink muscle easily holding him down and even momentarily near-wrapping around him; the huntress' tongue squeezing his sides with just enough force that he could feel the soft bumps of her tastebuds as they rubbed through his chocolate and candy covered form. He swore she was wearing a grin, easily able to see her teeth bared and glinting as her tongue pulled at him, running over his fur and keeping him in position so that he always lay under the immense wet surface of the flexible muscle. 

Indeed, what had started as a relatively quick lashing had slowed considerably as the chocolate grew warmer and more sticky. Now her tongue, rather than flicking over him began to slowly press against his chest in what was almost a caress, if a hungry one. It seemed that while the small fragments of sugar alone had been enough to satisfy White for a moment, she was beginning to seek other way to enjoy her delightful treat. With another delicately controlled flick of pink, Skater found himself lifted up several inches into the mist-filled air as the wolf nearly licked his back, showing some incredible dexterity with a bodypart the squirrel hadn't really given much thought to until now. Before the squirrel could so much as think about this newest development, the powerful pink organ had wrapped itself around him almost completely, like some sort of strange snake. The thick, viscous saliva covering his tiny form while yet again he could feel tastebuds pressing hungrily against his body as the huntress tried to enjoy every minuscule inch of [i]him[/i], and not just the chocolate treats he was covered in. Skater was suddenly twisted backward, the diminutive buck feeling his body flail about as he was effortlessly turned around by the titaness' tongue, the immense wolf seemingly trying to rub the sugary coating out of of his coat through friction alone as she rolled him across the floor with her tongue. 

There was a snicker and a growl that came rumbling from the blunt, snowy muzzle as it pressed into him once more, the wave of force and sound rolling through Skater's entire body. White was nuzzling into him, getting nougat all over her nose, pushing him flat against the ground so firmly he could feel his newly-slicked back starting to stick to its cold surface, like when he licked a frozen flagpole. Her lips slowly pulled back into a familiar mix of snarl and smile, teeth bared. This was likely to be the closest thing he'd get to a moment of peace and quiet, even if it was while looking at a slowly opening, cavernous, wet mouth. He focused on catching his breath, which had become unusually rapid somehow. Still the canine pressed into him, now her pearly-white teeth pressed insistently and mercilessly forward, her immense incisors a set of ivory pillars digging into his fur. Skater found himself even more thoroughly overwhelmed as the broad muzzle pressed more and more heavily against his diminutive body. The buck soon found himself spread-eagled on the ground, utterly open to attack as the bitch above started to nibble at him.

It was a common enough grooming tactic when something stubborn was stuck in your fur. Pine sap for instance. But that was when it was done by yourself or preferably an understanding friend of similar size. But White was nearly four times his length and forty times his weight and so the experience was far more intense, and harrowing. Skater knowing that he couldn't do anything to fight off the wolf felt a momentary instinctive sense of fear and dread fill his chest. Two sets of daggerlike teeth clicked neatly together with regular soft *clicks*, catching tufts of fur between them before tugging away, scraping off the candy enmeshed in his coat. The nibbling muzzletip made its way up and down his chest in a businesslike pattern leaving small spikes of ruffled fur in its wake. The squirrel squeaked as occasional nips caught skin, almost firm enough to draw blood, as well as with sheer annoyance at being treated more like a kit than the full grown buck he was. He hadn't been groomed like this since he was four months old for crying out loud! Still, the technique was effective, rapidly removing the last traces of sugary stickiness from his chestfur.

Surprisingly soon there was little left on his front but the occasional brown smudge. White pulled back, icy eyes examining him critically for a second; apparently judging him clean enough for what was next, moving her muzzle back in position above him. Slowly, almost tantalizingly so, she brought her tongue forward, letting it once more protrude from her maw, pressing it hungrily up against the scuffed squirrelfur. Skater was barely able to see this, still flat on his back and staring at the ceiling, or at least where the ceiling would be could his eyes penetrate the gloom. But he could feel the tongue approach his stomach in the span of several seconds; the immense, slick organ pressing heavily against the curve of his chest. As the wolf slowly licked up his body, a shiver ran through Skater's body, from nose to tail. This alerted him to the fact that now he had some newly acquired freedom; with difficulty he could move his arms and legs. The candy coating had been sufficiently warmed and weakened to at last allow him to fight back. The brushtail immediately busied himself trying to find some purchase on the canine's muzzle, his paws scrabbling uselessly against the wolf's bared teeth, arms to stiff to bend, as the tongue stroked up his body. This was enough to allow him to push back, momentarily, but White easily overwhelmed him as she simply placed more weight across his whole body. Even as he struggled to find somewhere to place his paws, the predator's strategy changed once more.

Now that his front was clean there were increasingly fewer places left to attack. Now the predator's attention changed focus as another lick started at the squirrel's feet this time. To Skater's surprise the immense tongue moved and curled as it stroked up his body, wrapping loosely around his legs and back before spreading out again; skipping over his chest and coiling around his left arm as it traveled higher and higher up. It was enough in fact to pull the squirrel's limb up in front of him as the gaping maw closed around it, teeth scraping along his arm as the wolf tried to get as much of the thick creamy caramel and delectable chocolate as she could in one lick. After what seemed like an eternity his left paw slipped from between her teeth, slapping against his chest as he instinctively jerked it back. The buck tried to move in that brief moment when the muzzle receded, but it was back upon him before he could even manage to roll himself away to the side, away from tongue and teeth. The colossal broad nosetip insistently shoving him back against the ground as the surprisingly dexterous tongue slowly began to stroke across his little body again.

For just a moment a shiver ran through the wolf's body, The delectable chocolate and caramel that she removed, rolling over her tongue and filling her mouth with delight before disappearing down her throat. It was tempting to simply devour the entire squirrel now; a few quick bites would make short work of him. But long experience had taught he canny canine that he was much more fun kept alive. After all, he had at least four other sticky-out bits to enjoy yet. She indulged so rarely in these sorts of... little delights that she wanted to enjoy the experience as thoroughly as she could. To be teased and taunted like this when there was so much more that she could be enjoying, even if there was a chance she might try to... eat too much at once was too great a lure to ignore. She focused on the right arm next, with plans on both legs after that. Each time she simply snapped her maw shut on them, allowing them to lie across her tongue as she took her time in slowly but surely nibbling off the thick layer of candy. Slowly her tongue approached Skater again and again, before suddenly darting forward and lapping eagerly, hungrily at his tiny form. The powerful muscle contorting as it stroked over his diminutive body, pressing ceaselessly against him, pressing as mercilessly against him as her teeth as she hungrily licked at him over and over. Eventually all four of his limbs had been thoroughly cleaned, all the while Skater was being kept helpless under the wolf's relentless assault, able to do little more than struggle weakly. With that entertainment expended it was finally time to move on to the conclusion of their little 'game'. White moved her head slightly in preparation for a new attack.

It took the squirrel some time to notice what was going on, he hadn't been [i]completely[/i] cleaned of candy and there were still places on his body that were nicely insulated from outside interference. But they were increasingly few and eroding fast. Once again there were warm licks assaulting his chest, but that was almost old hat now. No, what was more concerning of course was where the licks started now, far lower than before, directly between his legs in fact, and he couldn't help but feel that an inordinate amount of attention was being focused there. Each pass steadily eroded the numbing layer of chocolate, exposing his sensitive skin more and more to the rough caresses of the probing canine tongue. A sudden surge of pleasure washed through the minuscule buck's body. He twitched in shock, paws once again reaching out to grasp the assaulting muzzle pressing down on him. The weak and uncoordinated action wasn't enough for him to overcome the weight and pressure of the immense tongue as it pressed down on him, but it caught Skater by surprise and he gasped.

Once again the slick length began to poke and probe and explore It caressed over the brushtail's thighs and tucked neatly between his legs. It curled and twisted and almost delicately cupped his sheath and balls each time it slipped past. It was almost a massage of a sort, and definitely intentional. The squirrel's paws gripped weakly at the sides of the broad muzzle as it moved less and less now, the wolf bitch using her tongue to compensate; soft, wet sounds becoming more and more obvious. Soon she was almost grinding against him, and Skater found himself pressing up into her, panting quietly as his body grew hotter, even in the frosty air. He grit his teeth and gripped pawfuls of coarse, white fur tightly, trying to hold himself in position. But as suddenly as it had started the pleasurable toying stopped, the huntress pulling back, shaking her head slightly to dislodge the clinging buck. He fell back to the floor, blinking in surprise. He was only just barely aroused, a pointed tip just barely poking from a swollen sheath, feeling the cool of winter now that the warmth that had encased it was withdrawn. The wolf eyed the emerging pinkness with a look between amusement and contempt; snickering as she tucked a claw beneath the smaller male, flicking him casually up into the air and onto his front. Skater let out an annoyed squeak as his nose was smacked against solid rock, severely bruising it.

Before the buck could push himself back up or roll over a titanic tongue pressed against his back destroying his sense of balance, forcing him back down. Of course, he'd forgotten his back; which, while mostly free of sugar coating, still held some candy traces and was evidently of interest. He almost complained as a series of rough licks took care of this, ruining his previous erotic fun. This was followed by a heavy paw holding him in place. There was momentary confusion before he felt hot breath panting over him and teeth closing around the base of his tail. Just like earlier the wolfess took her time preening him, tugging firmly at his tail and scraping the chocolate smudges off with teeth and tongue. This took another minute or two, the squirrel feeling increasingly like a candy cane as time went on. But when it was done he could finally be sure he was no longer coated in any sticky stuff, except for a few hard-to-reach places he could see to later.

"Okay, that's the last of it, are you done? Can I..."

"No."

"Ah."


So things were going to continue. The squirrel wondered exactly what it was that his partner could possibly do to him next, but he didn't have too long to wait. Seconds later he felt a huffing warmth on his legs and, to his shock, a nuzzling pressure beneath his tail. It made sense, she'd done his front after all. Still he could help but squeak in surprise as a rough warmth rubbed between his legs and over his hindquarters. This was followed by several more, each powerful enough to push the buck's crotch against the cold floor, his still sensitive length rubbing aggravatingly against the cool stone. Indeed as time went on it seemed increasingly like the attacking canine wanted to do something a bit more... intimate than simply remove the last sugary traces from the buck. Another paw gripped at him, spreading his legs rather wide and allowing the hungry hunter better access to him and making her assault far more... personal.

Now each upward lick started snugly between his legs, managing to brush over his heavy sac before making its way up under his tail, brushing ever more firmly against the tight rosebud there. Skater's eyes went wide as he felt himself being lapped over again and again, the petite tongue tip occasionally poking and jabbing at the twitching ring as if trying to force itself inside. And that [i]did[/i] seem to be the case; it wasn't long before the savoring licks were far more focused, insistently assaulting the buck's rear entrance, pushing more firmly with each pass. The buck wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this; this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened to him, but his partner's... considerable size advantage was worrying, no matter how well lubricated he now was.

But it seemed he had little say in the matter, before he could so much as voice a single squeak of objection the wolf made her move, tongue slapping firmly against his ass and pressing forward. There was some initial resistance due to sheer surprise, but the brushtail was being held firmly in place and the slick, wet length was dexterous and devious, probing him for any weakness or means of entry. In no time at all he gasped as its slick wet tip entered him, pushing past his tight ring and seeming to lever him open. It wriggled inside him like some sort of snake, stretching and loosening him, even as he felt himself try and clamp down around it, to force the invading muscle out. But it was pointless to resist; inch after inch pressed into him as unstoppably as a tidal wave surging over the coast. He felt himself being stuffed and stretched, wider than he had been in some time. He wasn't simply being rimmed, he felt as if he were going to split apart, the invading muscle pressing deep inside him.

This was an entirely new sensation, one that made the buck grit his teeth and squirm madly. The soft yet firm intruder was literally massaging his love tunnel, able to twist and wriggle and press in ways that nothing else could hope to manage. It wasn't long before he was being veritably tongue-fucked by it, shivering with pleasure as he felt it withdraw, when he could feel the immense muscle moving back towards the back of a canine mouth, moaning like a bitch when it slammed back into him, the rough rubbery surface stimulating him intensely. He felt himself being drawn backwards, held by two paws as a broad muzzle pressed ever more firmly against his rear, almost drawing him into it. He had no idea how many inches were being relentlessly rammed inside him, but it felt like his entire body was being used, as if every inch of him was being stroked and rubbed and toyed with. The very nature of this... interaction had aroused him slightly from the start but now he was at full mast, his hips pushing and grinding into the probing warmth, the buck not-so-silently begging for more.

But once again he was to be denied. A set of jaws firmly clamped down on him, teeth digging softly into his stomach and rear as he was gripped in the massive maw. He was helpless to resist as the teasing tongue pressed in especially deep, flicking and licking his tight inside even as he was lifted into the air. The wolf's tongue once again began to move, the titanic organ slowly shifting from beneath him. Then, with a deft flick of her head, White tossed him several feet away. With a lewd slurping sound the titanic tongue withdrew from his now-gaping hole as he flew through the air, landing on his butt on the hard floor, shocked. The predator who'd so easily tossed him away was grinning widely, stalking forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. In seconds she was on him again, pinning him once more to the ground as she nuzzled between his legs. Now she had a new toy to play with, the tip of the wolf's tongue curling around his cock and balls, the immense organ wrapping completely around his shaft as it trailed upward, stroking it from base to tip each tine her tongue moved up towards his chest. She took her time, slowly trailing up his erection, the immense wet muscle trying to coax something out of him. Even moreso than when she'd been rimming him the buck felt something rising within him, a pressure was beginning to build, balls churning. Even when she teasingly pulled back, leaving him twitching the sensation didn't stop, his breathing growing hotter and heavier as a feeling of anticipation, of desire, filled his chest and his loins tingled. There was no doubt now as to what would happen, the only question was when he'd be allowed release.

The delicate warmth and pressure lingered as the wolf continued in this slow cautious pattern for the next half-dozen licks, her tongue always spending an extra fraction of a time wrapping around Skater's shaft, the buck feeling the pressure inside his balls growing as her tongue carefully traced its way up his shaft. Skater [i]knew[/i] that the titanic wolf was planning... something, simply by the way she was licking him. He could almost feel a needy, nervous energy filling the predator's body in tandem with his as her tongue stroked over him. He could feel every second pressing against him, delicate nubs of tastebuds further enhancing the rising feeling as they stroked across his penis. Once again the buck felt himself clinging helplessly to the large canine, weakly clawing at her muzzle and squeaking with pleasure.

And at that the wolf could no longer hold herself back, her tongue suddenly darting forward to hungrily lick across his tiny form. The immense organ pressed heavily against his diminutive body, weighing down on him like a thick blanket. Skater couldn't help but moan louder, the weight of her tongue pressing insistently against him, the overwhelming muscle pinning his penis and sac between itself and his stomach, squeezing the sensitive organs between them like a silken vice the rough texture of her tastebuds producing a brilliant friction between her tongue and his dick. The buck swore he could feel his seed rising, pleasure not constant, it ebbed and flowed the up and down his shaft, almost as if it were pulsing, leaving him unable to do more than try to hold himself back. This was increasingly difficult to do as the wolf's tongue stroked across his needy length again and again, with quick licks and undulating pressure. The massive muscle teasingly curling around his balls as well, each teasing lick leaving him struggling to maintain his composure. He could feel feral instincts rising under the relentless assault, bucking into the wet and welcoming mouth. The squirrel's breath hitched in his throat as the warm wet organ wrapped around more and more of him, the wolf's warm breath huffing through his fur, almost hot enough to dry it. He could practically feel the anticipation radiating from his partner, feeling himself squeezed with enough force to make his seed burst free while simultaneously being wrapped tightly enough to hold it back.

Slowly and steadily the immense tongue would lick up Skater's shaft with the deftest of movements and the gentlest of touches, the buck being reminded that the bitch knew exactly what she was doing. Her strokes grew faster and more insistent, each tongue  touch making the buck physically feel the cream inside him boiling higher and higher up his shaft. The warm, forceful muscle squeezed firmly against him, the rough tastebuds contrasting with saliva-slicked smoothness as they pressed down upon him. The building pressure in his body left him feeling as if he was about to explode. With each eager lap and lick, every touch of the dexterous tongue against his cock; the feeling of release, of tightening in his balls grew greater and greater. There was nothing the squirrelbuck could do as the wolf kept him pinned,lapping lewdly and incessantly at him as she hungrily sought out her upcoming treat. At all times she maintained a tight grip on his cock, wrapping it up in the soft warmth of her tongue giving it single solitary squeezes, practically forcing the pent-up liquid building up inside him out as spurts of pre. Almost as bad were the teasing licks that stroked carefully, cautiously from the base of his balls all the way up to the tip of his squirrelhood. Skater could practically feel hot liquid flow dripping onto the wolf's tongue as his paws balled into tight fists.

"Hmmn... taking our time I see. Maybe you need some more... encouragement..."


Without him noticing it the wolf's right paw had been steadily creeping towards him. Distracted as he was he hadn't noticed a single digit extend and take aim. The first he knew of it was when he felt something poking beneath his tail, broad and rough and different to what had been there before. It was a thick, blunt claw, as big as one of his fingers if not larger, steadily probing him, easily entering his stretched and gaping asshole, taking advantage of the copious lubrication there. It wasn't long before the rest of the digit followed, far thicker and more substantial. After the earlier rimming he was nice and loose and accepting, definitely glad for the prep as the probing intrusion began to saw in and out of him, forcing strained squeaks from his throat even as he was still being avidly sucked off. Now being attacked from both the front and the rear he felt himself being forced to the peak of pleasure.

"Come [i]on[/i] squirrel, I know you're nothing [i]but[/i] weak spots... but where's that specially sensitive spot I've heard so much about...?"

"Hnnnn-NNNNFFF!"

"Aaah? That was quite a bit of squirming you did there... am I close? Then I guess my target is... right...[b]here![/b]"


The probing digit pushed in a little further, curling in the tight love tunnel and applying point-accurate pressure to the sensitive bulb buried deep inside the buck. A firework of pleasure bloomed inside the brushtail, making him squeak in ecstasy as he splayed, spread-eagled o0n the ground. White grinned in triumph and with the merciless determination of a true huntress dedicated to bringing down her prey she jabbed at Skater's prostate again and again. Each tap sent further shockwaves through his body as a new and unrelenting set of sensations began their assault. His entire lower body wriggled back and forth as the broad digit inside him flexed and pressed. His button was pushed, again and again and [i]again[/i] in quick succession; once, twice, three times a second as the canine's pace began to increase. It felt as if she'd simply press right through him, so great was the pressure from each jab, but instead the buck felt a growing wave of almost numbing pleasure building within him, different somehow from his already desperate need to cum. It was a fizzing, hot, nearly burning... [i]force[/i] that made him feel like he wanted to explode at that very second.  The captive buck felt every muscle in his body tensing in preparation for what was to come, feeling a rush, unlike anything he had ever felt before as he came and came hard. 

Skater's eyes were squeezed shut, but even if they had been open he wouldn't have been able to see that first spasm, a massive maw blocking his view. But he [i]felt[/i] it, the white-hot streak of jizz that shot from his shaft, followed almost unbelievably quickly by a second and third, thick streams of seed shooting into the wolfess and splattering across her milking tongue. Not a single drop of Skater's cum could escape, the first bursts seemingly sucked directly down the hungry throat as a triumphant and pleasured growl rumbled through him. Still the hungry huntress stroked him, tongue moving around, curling, extending and rolling about, gathering up Skater's cum without missing a single drop and flickering over his length to make him loose another load each time. He could feel his balls pulling up and draining, unleashing everything they had into the hungry maw, which still demanded more of him. After all the teasing, all the buildup, all the pressure, he felt himself being pushed above and beyond his peak, suddenly falling back as the energy that had been building in him was expended. His eyes slowly opened and he stared up with fogged vision at the mass of white crouched in front of him as she pulled back slightly. Worryingly, even though she licked happily over her teeth she didn't seem to be at all satisfied with his quickshot performance. Her face twisted into mock disappointment as she continued to toy with him.

"Awww, finished already...? No, I don't think so; not until I say..."


There was further pressure under his tail and the squirrel's eyes shot open as another bolt of pleasure surged through him. White was pushing in firmly against his g-spot and holding firm, twisting the digit slightly from side to side to send little shocks of sensation up and down his spine. Skater's mouth opened and closed wordlessly as his flagging climax was suddenly spurred on. The steady, insistent pressure against his love button seeming to root itself in his shaft, stiffening it again as it twitched and spat, spurting once more in and against the eager maw. His hips tried to buck, despite being held in place by the gripping paw, his eyes rolling back and his paws clenching into fists, scrabbling uselessly at the floor. His first release had been just that, pouring from him in a peak of ecstasy. But now, [i]now[/i] he was being milked, rhythmic movements into his pucker seemingly controlling his entire body and spurring him to shoot more and harder. It took another minute or two for this renewed climax to start to fade. But fade it did, much to his relief, and he lay there on the cold floor, coat soaked with sweat, gasping desperately for air and shivering weakly with residual pleasure. Had he not already been flat on his back he would have completely collapsed right at that moment, utterly spent.

"I [b]said[/b] [i]not until I say...[/i]"


There was another shock of sensation and the squirrelbuck squeaked weakly in protest. Through the rose-colored haze of an approaching afterglow he could feel something rubbing and grinding deep inside him; pulling him back from the brink. His whole body wanted to simply stop and rest, but White would not be so easily sated and was having far, [i]far[/i] too much fun with her newfound plaything to allow him that mercy. Instead she continued to attack his weakest spot, sending mind-numbing waves of pure pleasure washing through him. For the third time he felt himself approach a crescendo, though whether it really was a third orgasm or simply the forced continuation of his first he couldn't tell. Once more he felt his body convulse and his shaft spurt, weaker but being urged on. Each time his body tensed to unload the canine twisted juuuust right, the thick digit beneath his length jabbing up to add a little more pressure to his outbursts. Each time he felt himself flagging the wolfess would poke or rub or jab or tease and he'd feel himself lifted from the welcoming haze of exhaustion and forced to continue to perform. Four, five, six times; he lost count quite quickly as everything else faded away and the world went completely dark, more sensation than sight, his own body nothing more than a lightning bolt of pleasure, a burning, coruscating inferno of desire that was kept fueled and fanned by the snowy bitch above him. Again and again he found that he had nothing left to give and yet, somehow, White managed to find additional reserves, more traces of stamina that he didn't know he'd had.

He'd heard of, and boasted, of climaxes that lasted five, ten, fifteen minutes; the typical exaggeration borne of bravado. But what little was left of his conscious thoughts, adrift in an ocean of sensation, told him that this time he was quite literally being driven on that long. What had initially been his moment had been twisted and used against him, his entire body no longer under even the slightest bit of his control. Every pant, moan, buck or gasp of pleasure was White's doing. She controlled him like a puppet, used him like a toy. He could feel her explore and experiment with his body, grinning viciously all the while as she found new ways to make him squirm and squeak. All he could do was cling to consciousness and experience what was being done to him as the long, indescribably blissful minutes dragged on and on. He would have given anything in the world for it to stop, and done anything he could to make sure it didn't. Finally, after some period of time he couldn't begin to estimate, the urging slowed and ceased. The squirrel barely noticed; his entire body a firework of pleasure and exhaustion, quivering and shuddering with the ghosts of sensation even as he was finally left alone.

There was a quiet, wet sound and Skater felt something pull out of him, the probing paw releasing him at last and leaving him to pant on the ground. The large, blunt claw lifted up from beneath his tail before rubbing up against the underside of his overstimulated length; encouraging the very last few spurts free, applying pressure so they could burst out and coat his partner's muzzle. Finally, finally after all that, he was allowed to finish. With unbelievable relief the young buck went completely limp, vision blurred and body aching dully with overexertion.

"Alright; [b]now[/b] you're done."


The wolf leaned back, grinning as always. Despite their size difference Skater had made a valiant attempt to paint her face even more white than it was. It, or at least her muzzle, was streaked with lines of glistening silver; spreading out in a starlike pattern from the very tip of her nose, which had been covered almost completely, giving the huntress the scent of nothing but feral buck, even overwhelming the fading notes of chocolate. It seemed that in the rush each burst had struck a different target, a few sticky drops decorating the canine's ears, sparking in the dim light like tiny, lewd Christmas lights.

White took a few deep breaths through her nose, savoring the scent of success and clamping herself down from the recent high. Once she'd collected her wits she looked down on the buck and smiled in a not-entirely-aloof manner. Her tongue slipped from her muzzle, curling up over her nose and wiping across, taking the squirrelseed with it. Slowly but surely it moved across one side of her pointed maw, slicking over her whisker and cleaning her fur in one slow and steady motion. All the while she didn't take her gaze off of her partner for a second, staring at him knowingly as the broad streak of pink reached its apex and slipped back inside her snout. Seconds later it emerged again at her nose and cleaned the other side of her face equally slowly. When the bulk of the sticky stuff had been collected she paused for a moment, then yawned; giving the small male a perfect view of the countless thin strands of his jizz across her tongue and dripping from her teeth as her maw gaped wide; letting him see for a few seconds how much he'd unleashed and how much she was enjoying his flavor. Finally her jaws snapped shut with a loud *clop!* and a moment later an equally loud and theatrical *GULP!*, a bulge moving down her throat to her stomach.

A large paw lifted up, in the... excitement it too had been stained. White stared at it for a second before delicately licking her fingers, meticulously cleaning off the ruffled fur there, determined to get every spilled drop. A minute later she appeared to notice something, dabbing at her face with it and squinting at the result. Sure enough there were still a few isolate splotches 'decorating' the rest of her face. She looked down at the buck, then snorted in amusement. Then she lay down, simply falling forward on top of the brushtail. Her chin snuggled down between his legs and over his stomach, using him almost like a pillow or headrest. There was a very definite feeling in the air that she wouldn't be moving for several hours. Skater wriggled slightly, but found himself pinned beneath her weight and too tired and drained to do anything about it. There was a small smile from the canine as her tongue poked out for a second, tickling him under the chin before withdrawing.

"Not bad, for a Christmas present. It's the gift that keeps on giving too, should provide an interesting breakfast."

"Wh... what? Hey no! You said I could go!"

"I believe my exact words were '[b]tomorrow[/b] you will leave.' And you will. When it's 'tomorrow.'"


Skater wondered exactly how much chocolate would be needed to put down a hundred and fifty pound wolf. Probably considerably more than he'd had on him. He sighed.