High up in a cold, snow-covered apartment building, in a little flat that could easily be missed if nobody looked for it, sat a jackal kid illuminated by the glow of a wall-mounted TV screen. - Eyes sore from staring at it all night, the boy, Zulma, was surrounded by empty pots of microwave meals he simply forgot to throw away. Most nights were like this, as he simply had nothing better to do, in his mind at least. 


No family lived with Zulma, nor any of the other kids in the building for that matter. Like many of them, the boy was a runaway. Each outcast had their reasons and circumstances; - test subjects, a war somewhere, bad family, petty crimes, etc. 


A courtyard and park adjacent to the building was a common meet-up for resident kids, but Zulma stayed in his flat, almost never leaving except for when the smell of trash gets so bad he has to put it outside. And while Zulma stays silent, preferring to stay away from others, there is one resident he interacts with, much to his vexation. 


His “big sister” as the kids have taken to calling her.


Ears pricking up at the sound of knocking at the door, the little jackal gets up with a huff of annoyance in no more than a vest and undies. - If it wasn’t obvious already, Zulma lacks care for presentation. His dark fur is scruffy and unkempt, while his head hair is long and greasy, covering his eyes.


The door opens and a short burst of cold air assaults the flat, with a handful of snowflakes floating in, accompanying the entrance of a tall 15-year-old wolf. Standing before the boy was a silvery wolf girl, a few years older than him and a lot taller too. Zulma only came up to her hips in comparison. And, as expected, the Wolf was dressed in her usual baggy black coat she wore around her shoulders, with a sports bra and pair of tracksuit pants underneath.


“Hey, Schnee.” Said the little jackal.


“Hey, little guy! Place is a dump as usual!”


Almost kicking the boy as she swaggered in with great stride, the wolf lunged onto the sofa throwing a shopping bag right beside her, causing a few empty plastic containers to fall to the ground in a light clatter.


With a twitch of frustration in his face, “do you mind?” said Zulma.


“Oh I’m sorry, did I hurt their feelings?”


“You’re in my spot.”


“Surprised you could tell with this mess.”


Looking the kid up and down, Schnee could tell he’s not washed in days, so skipped the formalities, snapped her fingers, and said “Shower! Now!”


“...I don’t have any shampoo.”


Suddenly, he feels a plastic bottle thrown at his chest.


“Well, now you do! Off with ya!”


Zulma tries to think of a comeback but just gives up, he knows there’s no winning with her, and, reluctantly, goes to the shower. 


Despite his resistance, Zulma enjoyed the shower, as the steam covered the bathroom mirror, something he especially didn’t trust. Feelings of people watching from the other side pervade his mind, as well as a hatred for the many surgical scars beneath his fur if he looked hard enough. 


Meanwhile, Schnee swept away as much of the trash as she could. At first, when she started doing this, she was disgusted, but after frequent visits, she got used to it. 


After an hour surrounded by foul odors, the fresh, gentle scent of vanilla shampooed fur hit her wet little nose. The wolf eagerly turned to see Zulma’s slim, tender body reclaim its glossy shine, and to see his golden eyes again which she so adored. The boy covered his waist with a towel, hiding the more tender parts beneath, the girl teasingly lowering her glance further down, causing him to blush and lightly wag his tail. Chuckling Schnee hands him some pyjamas.


He puts them on out of sight but keeps checking to see if she’s watching. The little boy's body was thin but not too boney, his back had a smooth curve that led to the base of his tail, and he had large nipples that Schnee would routinely poke fun at, if not actually poke them herself.


With the little bag of supplies, she’d brought along, Schnee soon had the place looking reasonable again. Three bags of waste were outside; - wasn’t Zulma’s record but still not great. When he first arrived she took out five for him.


Zulma only put on the pajamas bottoms cause he knew what came next, Schnee grabbed the cub and pulled him on top of her then onto the sofa, resting his head on her warm breasts. “Not complaining about your spot now, are ya?” Zulma watched haplessly as one of his eyes lost vision, gently sinking into the squishy boobs and elastic of the sports bra.


Both lay on the couch, Zulma’s body limb, and relaxed on Schnees, his body curving nicely to fit her breasts and smooth belly, while also feeling satisfying scratches behind his ear and the back of his head. Though, moments of warm comfort were met with annoyance, as the wolf girl would repeatedly whisper good boy into his ear, prompting the small jackal to hit her shoulder, which only made her giggle. 


It was normal for Schnee to stay here for a few nights, cooking some proper food, playing games she saved up to buy, or forcing the poor cub into some exercise to make sure he didn’t waste away from being too thin like the jackal was when the wolf first met him. Many of the kids in the apartment block had a sort of older teen guide to help them, especially the ones that struggled with home and health stuff. One older teen would look out for about four or five of the younger ones, and, in turn, the young adults would watch out for them. 


Each of the big brothers and sisters had a unique reputation of their own, strange ones too, which was common amongst the runaways here, all of such bizarre backgrounds. Not helped by the fact that kids liked to spread rumors and compare whose best, like talking about their favorite fighting game characters. - Schnee’s reputation was an odd one; kids said that she had a cock. A big musky one. It was hard to bring her up in conversation around the block without that subject coming up at least once. But, Zulma knew it wasn’t just a rumor, he’d seen it whenever Schnee came out from using his shower. 


Schnee was a tankistka, an experimental creature grown for combat, meant to have a bizarre cocktail of hormones that increased their strength alongside other abilities. Though Zulma often heard her being called shluha vokzal’naja as well, something he wasn’t quite sure the meaning of, but Schnee seemed to like it for some odd reason. Her dick wouldn’t bother the little jackal at first, but, after a few days of her stay, the cub’s mind would gradually become fixated on seeing it erect, as he only ever saw it sheathed with only the hint of a red tip peaking out to entice him. The boy hated how easily it caught his attention after a while, and tried to push the rumors out of his mind whenever she visited. Lately, however, it became all he could think of.


The musk from the sports bra entranced the little jackal who, without thinking, took in a big sniff of it. But soon his common sense snapped him out of his haze. The bigger girl giggled, Zulma quickly averting his gaze from her grin by, stupidly, pressing his head harder into her boobs. 


“Let’s get you some proper food.”


A wave of relief came over the boy, he didn’t know what came over him. The big wolf got up, perching the cub neatly in this special spot. She went to cook something nice, while the jackal tried to force his focus on the TV. However, her thick scent, combined with whatever cologne she recently used stuck in his mind. It made him feel light, tender, quickening his tiny heart.


Schnee made a simple stir fry, nothing fancy but way healthier than what the cub had before. And, after, they played a fighting game, Camino De La Guerrera, which featured a mostly female cast of fighters, not helping the little boys fixation of the bigger girl at all. ‘This is one of my favorite games, why can’t it distract me and waste my time like normal?’ Thought the cub in irritation. 

“Your skills are a bit lacking tonight.” 

It was no use, Zulma had to resort to the ancient art of button-mashing! Though it was a less than noble battle, it was a failure for the little cub.        


Next strategy. He vouched to spend the night just watching TV on the sofa, and, for a while, it worked. But then Schnee lay on the big sofa, eyes half-closed. She was tired, the cub, who lay on top of her, however, wasn’t sleepy in the slightest.

Tension in his body steadily increased and his breathing slowed to a crawl. He was stuck, didn’t know what to do, or what to say. But then, he felt a hand on his bed.

“Need help there, little guy?”

He was hard, his member was pressing into her soft belly button through his pajamas. 


“S-Sorry… And yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“...Yes, please.”


“Good boy.”


Zulma was too flustered to be annoyed, if anything that made him worse. Every part of him was stiff, so Schnee simply pushed him back and using the hook of her claw, she slowly pulled the pajama bottoms down, his penis flicking out playfully. Then, once completely bare, the wolf parted the puppy’s legs and lifted them up to his chest. Schnee could see the boy’s soft hole beneath his balls and dick. His penis and hole were gold-colored, a unique trait of Zulma’s body. 


“Just tap out whenever. For now, just watch the TV.”


“You’re not gonna eat my balls are you?” Said the boy, pouting.

“I dunno they do look tasty. Your scent is so cute too. You should use that shampoo more.”


Embarrassed, the jackal turned his head to watch the screen. He soon felt a warm wet tongue lap over his taint, which almost immediately released some of the tension from his muscles. The moist breath from the bigger girl which spread over his lower half like a wave made him weak. Each little lap of Schnee’s tongue loosened his body, and soon most of the pain from his anxiety was gone. Zulma’s member slowly pulsed as the wolf’s big tongue moved down to his ass, brushing over his now wet hole. The tongue covered most of his little butt, the warmth releasing more and more tension, as his pleasure began to rise.


The wolf’s mouth soon enveloped most of the little boy’s waist as she gently entered the jackal’s entrance with her big tongue. Zulma felt Schnee’s sharp teeth subtly glide between his thighs, the slathering tongue pressing up against his inner walls. Thanks to her saliva, no lube was required, penetration was easy, all the better for the little cub.

Pressure built just below the cub’s flat belly, which then began to dissipate, Zulma feeling a warm liquid between his legs, and then it hit him, he was wetting himself. Schnee’s big, clawed hands held him in place, her paws like small cushions, so even when he struggled and squirmed, it didn’t hurt. The boy was so embarrassed, yet didn’t tap out, he just focused on the TV like the wolf said and let it come out, listening to the gulping sounds made by the big sister wolf.


Once he’d finished, Schnee lifted her head, swallowing the last of the little boy’s pee. Zulma had no words, Schnee just smiling and giving a wink before lifting him back to sitting upright. 

“I-I didn’t mean to do tha-”

His sentence was cut short upon seeing Schnee lower her tracksuit pants to reveal her shaft, pulsing with excitement. 


“Open up. It’s only fair after that. You’ve been eyeing it up for weeks anyway.”


Without question, the jackal felt his maw loosen, simply letting it be guided to a cloud of aroma and musk held within the tracksuits, and the throbbing sheath. His fixation was exploding, soon the cub was in a dizzy trance, almost ready to faint, but the wolf was gentle in pushing his mouth to the right place.


Pungent musk, steamy, and warm spread across the boy’s face as his jaw softly surrounded the wolf’s half-limp cock. This was the most of her dick he’d seen thus far and was overcome with a desire to taste more. He felt a warm stream trickle into his mouth, swiftly followed by a stream down his throat. It had hints of the food they ate earlier, and it had that sweaty workout piss scent to it, but the little cub couldn’t get enough. Schnee noticed his tail was wagging insistently as he drank and lapped up every last drop he could get.


“...Good boy.”


Zulma fell back, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. But, it wasn’t over. He was leaking like mad, and his heart was pounding even more now, despite that he was limp all over. 


“You’re not gonna sleep like that. How about we do something to really tire you out?”


“E-Exercise? After that?”

“Yep! You’ll love it!”


Now the sports bra was gone, unveiling a pair of plump, round, squishy breasts. Zulma’d seen these more than her cock, and had become so accustomed to them they were practically mobile pillows. Schnee lifted the cub’s little body and pressed his lips against her nipple. Getting the hint, Zulma began to suckle. Schnee released her fat musky cock from its sheath, the scent now fully hypnotizing the little boy clinging to her. The wolf lifted the jackal’s soon-to-be-claimed boy pussy onto the tip of her wolf dick, which was dripping with pre. The cub’s ass was already wet from the rimming earlier, so the tip slid in almost immediately, causing the tiny cub to arch his back and softly moan. 


Schnee didn’t even have to do anything to entice the boy, who began rocking his hips back and forth, each inch sliding into his butt, the oozing saliva and pre dripping onto the sofa. The big wolf sat down, the boy clung to her plump breasts, completely lost in the pleasure and release of finally riding her cock.


“Good bitch.”


Those words triggered something, and all inches of the wolf’s dick were in the jackal’s boy pussy save from the knot. Schnee got lost in the pleasure, and simply forgot about trying to please her tiny partner. So she thrust away without a care. The boy’s belly sloshed and gurgled with the sound of wolf pee as he suckled harder and harder with each thrust from the large girl. Her knot slapped against his little cheeks.

A heat was reaching the tip of her cock, Schnee was almost ready to cum, and with a series of violent thrusts, forced her knot inside the little boy, whole yelped out with the kind of intense pleasure that accompanies cum and anal pain. The wolf’s knot pulsed, each load inflating the poor cub’s belly just a small amount, while Schnee felt Zulma’s milky white cum leak all over her belly…


“...Crap I got carried away.” 


Schnee was going to be stuck in the pup for the rest of the night, who was ready to fall asleep, his mind ravaged by sheer pleasure. But just before he could pass out, she said “Be more social and clean, and we can do this more often. Deal?” The jackal grunted in annoyance. 


“Deal?” Insisted the wolf.

“...Deal.”


They didn’t leave the sofa till morning.