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Hope you like!","description_bbcode_parsed":"One of my few cub-based stories that I did, this one was more or less for the sake of rule34 than anything else, based on an obscure Soviet cartoon called Nu Pogodi! and as a request from someone I knew long ago.....well I did this.  Hope you like!","writing":"When I catch you, Hare...\nКогда я улавливаю вас, зайцы…\nby Zack Gregson\n(Volk and Zayats are copyrighted to Soyuzmultfilm Studios and used without their permission. My apologies to them for this use of their beloved characters.)\n(К студиям Soyuzmultfilm и используют волк и зайцы без их позволения. Мои извинения к им для этой пользы их beloved характеров.)\n\n\nRussia was having another of its usual days as Winter was finally beginning to slide away from the cold lands of the spanning north hemisphere. Spring would come and yet again Nature would force its young buds to push through the harsh climate and struggle on through another year of Russian seasons, of the coldest country in the world that seemed to have become the Winter Gods' very own abode, or at least their playing grounds.\nOne young Russian, who was only known as Volk (because it was Russian for wolf), was milling down a street in his hometown. He wore a pink shirt and black jeans with his clawed hairy feet bare to the ground. His large eyes sparked slightly under a thick head of jet black hair that laid out in a way that was associated with rock 'n' rollers, as he lit up a cigarette on the end of his muzzle, striking out a flame easily since the day was not windy, actually quite mild with not a breath of air. The Gods of the Cold were perhaps exhausted and had retreated to their homes to let Russia lie in some peace from the weather. Volk sucked on the cigarette, drawing in the addictive smoke down into his heavy lungs and blasting out a trail of grey smoke from his muzzle as he removed it from his mouth, as if he were pulling a cap off and releasing some strange gas. He had been a heavy smoker for a long time, probably 25 years or so, he couldn't really remember as he was busy taking in the first cigarette he had this morning, out in the street. He let himself lean his back against a red brick wall, sometime around noon with the sun high and shining as a pale white pearl on the land. Volk finished his tobacco within 10 minutes and flicked the cig into a bin to the left of him, before promplty spinning on his heel towards it and giving it a hefty kick. The contents scattered among a clanging revelrie as the bin flew forwards, as if running away like a dog that had been kicked. Volk chuckled to himself grimly, always enjoying the fulfilling destructive sound it made. With a smile on him he headed along the street to his house 13 blocks away. It wasn't until about 4 blocks that he stopped his pace and looked towards a particular house on the corner of a road. He looked up and focused his gaze on a window balcony three stories up. He managed to hear a cheery little voice singing from that balcony. The voice of a child who he knew was watering the plants on the balcony. A child he knew to be a hare.\n\nZayats (which was Russian for \"hare\") was pretty much a poster child of innocence. Wide believing eyes, a steady looking body clothed in green shirt, white undershirt and blue shorts, a body that wasn't affected by any disorders (not even obesity had touched this hare), and a sweetening voice that to some was adorable, and to others was sickening to the point of diabetic inducing. To Volk, it was a mixture of both. Some days he couldn't stand that little voice, it felt like it was mocking him continuously. And other times, it left him with a warming heart and stomach. He didn't honestly know what the hare thought of him. Whether it be an enemy, rival, or even a strange friend, but he did know one thing.\nHe wanted that hare. And he wanted the hare for one reason alone.\nVolk had soon reached his home, which was actually a small mansion on the outskirts of town. He had some inheritance money from richer family members and he was in the next of kin so he had obtained the fortune. Although in all honesty he had nothing to do with it. He didn't want to use it on anything other than cigarettes, his motorcycle, his guitar (he was quite a good guitar player) and drinking. He had always been the \"lone wolf\" to use an appropriate phrase. He had no friends or even a gang and was proud of it, he didn't give anyone money, he never even went to making himself any better. He had kept himself the same heavy smoking non-working biker he had always managed to be.\nThe only thing he put so much effort in, enough effort that if used better could've been a substantial help to more charitable causes, was trying to catch the hare. That young boy who had captivated him with something of a greedy grip to his senses. So he began to try and devise another plan. A plan that had to be not so amazingly complex that it would cause a huge possible waste of effort, but rather something simple yet cunning.\nHe headed to his room and devised a plan. His room was laden with quite a heavy amount of fleshy tones of pink and red, something that a punk like him shouldn't really be associated with, but he didn't care. This plan he believed would work and finally have the hare in his clutches.\n\tJust you wait, my young Zayats, he thought to himself, as he made a simple schematic of his newest idea. Most of the time, he had been chasing Zayats. Now, he thought, he should have Zayats come to him.\nAnd then he had it. An idea that had come from looking around the mansion. An event, some kind of festive gathering at his place. Only for children, like some theme park or circus.\nNo....people wouldn't buy Volk throwing a party, and certainly Zayats would wise up to it. Unless there was another Volk who did. Perhaps....with this idea in mind, he went over to the wardrobes of other rooms and began to shift through clothes, seeing if any of them would fit him. A soldier's uniform, no he had little knowledge of enough wars. Business suit, he'd never feel right in it. Navy officer, not enough knowledge of the navy. He tried various outfits, until he found one that seemed to be perfect. He felt weird but it felt more comfortable than any of the other suits his relatives left in the place. Now he had to prepare also of changing his appearance to fit the part. Luckily he had enough of the right tools....\n\nLater that day, an invitation had been left under the door of Zayats' home. Zayats lived in a small apartment. Nothing fancy, quite frugal for most people, but a comfortable and reasonably sized place in a good area. He was quite the happy-go-lucky boy who had a bit of talent and enthusiasm for singing and dancing (he was a big fan of the theatre performances). Zayats found it curious at first that he of all people would receive a letter, being a not-so-important but relatively known and loved character of the local neighbourhood. But he opened it out of curiosity, and found a written invitation stating:\n\nYoung Child, you are cordially invited to Madame Volfoski's Celebratory Event. Only children are allowed, NO ADULTS. Please attend the welcoming return of Madame Volfoski at the Volk Mansion at Noon on the 9th of March!\n\nMadame Volfoski? He had read the name with something of a joyful glee. Madame Volfoski was only one of his most favourite actresses of the theatre stage, and arriving in his own town! Even though it WAS hosted at Volk's place, and he was not so sure about him all the time. But this WAS an actress visiting kids to a party He was amazed that he was invited, even though every child was being invited by default as she had always been very fond of children. She had even donated her money to quite a few children charities With great expectation, he continued the rest of his day, with the invitation kept safe with him until noontime two weeks later.\n\nVolk had spent most of the days getting a party ready and even employing a few party planners on quick notice to set up a suitable enough party, using an alias and pretending to be the local correspondent and agent of Madame Volfoski, planning out such things as decorations, food like cake and drinks and ice cream and other kinds of stuff to appease the children and Zayats who would arrive.\nHe also had to avoid media attention so he made out a letter stating how Madame Volfoski did not wish to have media attention and it was only for the children, whether or not they were fans of her or just there for the party.\nAlso in that time Volk had to practise being Madame Volfoski. Madame Volfoski was a real actress of the theatre stage who Volk knew Zayats was a fan of. There were quite a few actresses who were wolves that Zayats did like but Volfoski was one he picked because she was not majorly famous and she loved children, so he had his excuse to invite Zayats, naturally a better incentive for Zayats to come would be if it was someone he would admire. He had flicked through various theatre productions and found one wolfess who he think could imitate well enough. Volk found a theatrical dress in his mansion that had belonged to one of his more eccentric relatives and so wore it, along with finding long-abandoned make up to further effeminise himself. Then Volk had to work on his dancing and singing and acting. He could act well enough, especially if he was going to mimic Volfoski, and his dancing was something he prided himself on. He wouldn't make it to the Bolshoi Ballet but he'd get good chances to be in local productions. Singing however, he definitely worked on, trying falsetto the most along with other various pitches. This was not an easy task for one with a smoker's lungs, but he tried hard. Soon the day came, March 9th, where Volk had his plan to catch Zayats at last.\n\nThe day arrived with a splendid air of glory on the party. The children arrived with gusto in their hearts and cheery expressions. There was a wide variety of foods for them which they thought was amazingly generous of Madame Volfoski, but she merely smiled at them and let them eat. The acting Volk was wearing the full length white ballgown, eyelashes lined with mascara effeminately along with touches of rouge on his cheeks, hair bunched into a theatrical coiff as was Volfoski's eccentric and theatric nature. Volk knew not to rush things, he allowed them to enjoy the day, eat all the food, dance and sing and play around the lawns. He would have time for Zayats soon. Volk went around among the children, cooing and conversing with them as if they were his (or rather \"her\") own offspring, until he eventually bumped into Zayats. Zayats merely looked up at the apparition of what he believed to be one of his theatrical idols, Volk's disguise planned well enough to cover more than enough of any trace of his own self. As he felt Zayats tug and touch the gown with admiration, talking to him with such love and awe for Volfoski, he felt a quivering in his loins, a strong growing warmth within them as he looked down at the charming innocent face of the bunny he had chased after for so long that the two practically had history between each other.\nNear the end of the party, Zayats had begged Volfoski to sing a little song for them, like a goodbye gift to the children. The children, who were all happily filled with fun and food, also picked up the request and chanted it out to Volk. He had planned this to happen, and so attempted his long practised voice.\nHe sang a story about a hare and a wolf cub, who played and danced in the fields together. One of them (but he did not say who) stole a magical musical instrument from the witch Baba Yaga, who chased both of them down. The problem was the musical instrument made them all dance while they chased, running with many strange steps, some short and some far, some slow and some fast, some straight and some not. Some people had seen them and then began speaking and spreading the strangest rumour of all. Baba Yaga dancing with Zayats and Volk.\nThe story was quite funny to the children and was a tweaked idea of an old Russian folk tale they all knew of. And so the children were all pleased with the day out and began to leave the Volk mansion grounds, but then Volfoski asked Zayats to stay behind, wanting to talk with her most devoted fan. Zayats of course felt incredibly lucky to have been bestowed such an honour. And so the wolfess asked if they could go somewhere more private for an important one-to-one discussion. Zayats agreed and let the wolf guide him through the mansion towards Volk's room.\n\nZayats had never been very far into Volk's place, and certainly never knew of the bedroom at all. He was however worried of the fact that they felt like trespassing into Volk's place. But he had to trust the actress, he thought to himself.\nVolk's room was in varying tones of pink and red. The walls were a crimson blood-red, the drawers were of heartwood and a rich soaked colour of brownish-red. The place was strangely bare, drawers shut and window securely locked, with the only other thing there being a bed. Not a king size but certainly big enough for anyone to sleep in. It was covered over in a salmon red colour, almost but not quite pink enough to be called pink. It looked too dark for pink but also too light for red. Zayats was viewing the strange room, thinking this was not possibly Volk's room anyways, when he heard the door lock behind him. Volfoski had locked the door and then threw the key behind the drawers directly where the middle of it met the wall, so even if Zayats tried grasping through with his small arms, he still wouldn't be able to reach it.\nZayats felt anxiety crept within him. Even moreso when slowl Volfoski's disguise slipped off slowly. First the face was plucked clear of eyelash extensions, rouge was rubbed off with a handkerchief from under the dress, and then mascara was rubbed off in turn. Then the hair was uncoiffed and the gown was pushed down. Now standing before Zayats was Volk, who was reshaping his hair back the scruffy rocker style. He was also now wearing only his underwear, which were navy blue boxers Zayats was now in some panic. He knew that Volk had failed to catch him before, true, and he never knew what Volk's intentions were, but he knew that he should try and not get caught.\nRight now though, it looked as if Volk had really set up the plan well. Door was locked, window was as well, his own room left with little to distract or injure Volk with, and the key was inaccessible to reach. Volk merely just finished dealing with his hair and calmly smiled at Zayats.\n\nZayats had little idea of what to do now. He had managed to get out of such situations before. But this time...it seemed Volk had truly planned it all out.\nHe didn't show defeat and merely waited before the canine. Volk walked towards Zayats, grabbed him roughly by the waist and hoisted him onto his bed. As he did so, Zayats noticed by closer view of the wolf's boxers of an odd bulge in the middle just poking from it. Volk then pulled down his boxers, letting them slip down to his furred ankles and shaking them off with a rustling of his feet to reveal himself completely naked, and sporting an erection. It was an 8 inch penis, fully extending and as red as a pole in Red Square, showing that he was very aroused. His balls hung from below it, two nicely sized balls the size of ping pong balls. Zayats was frightened even more. He had absolutely no idea of what Volk was even doing, or what was wrong with his privates, or what he had to do with it. Volk merely just got up onto the bed beside Zayats and gripped the young lapine close to him, a deep moan emitting from his body as he felt the warm body rub against his, still in those adorable clothes that he always wore. Volk murmured Zayats's name as he took the boy's shirt off, revealing the white undershirt, more thinner and closer to what he wanted. Zayats wanted to just get out of the grip of the wolf, but from the firm hold he had on him, he was not going to let him get away. He also had one hand holding the long ears together like the stalks of a carrot just in case. Even when taking off the undershirt he had his arm wrapped around Zayats's legs to prevent any escapes. When his arm was gripped around the legs, his hand was near the hare's rump. He slowly began to touch it with the tips of his fingers, rubbing the cheeks slightly, making Zayats yip in surprise. He made the boy even more uncomfortable when he moved his finger towards the middle of the butt, soon rubbing the inner clefts of the soft warm smooth pinch-tight cheeks with wonder, a sigh exhaling in a shiver from him as he felt it, the smoker's breath washing over the hare's neck, making Zayats cringe. Volk moved his head closer down and began to lick at the neck of his prey, kissing it softly at first before he made gentle slow licks on the throat, which was trying vehemently not to move despite Zayats's distress of what the wolf was doing, fearing he was tasting the flesh for sampling, to eat Zayats all up like a wolf would do.\n\nVolk had a hunger, but not for food. He had one of his hands still gripping the ears, while the other now moved freely on the boy's thin chest, rubbing up and down and soon in smooth circles, massaging the soft young fur, so warm to the touch that it made him tingle from feeling it pass into his fingertips. The furry wolf hand soon went lower down, rubbing at Zayats' navel, making him squirm slightly but Volk only shushed him softly like a mother for a restless child. Zayats admittedly was liking the feel of his body being rubbed so nicely by the Volk, and the canine didn't seem to make any move for eating him or doing anything. But that warming thought of relaxation was soon broken as Volk soon slipped his hand under Zayats's shorts. Zayats yelped and struggled to get free of the wolf's grip, but he had no way of escape. He could try biting him but neither of the hands were in reach and the hand on his ears made sure of keeping his head still. Zayats struggled on, trying in a vain manner to discourage Volk from doing whatever he was doing, before he felt the rubbing of his penis. Being quite young and having an idealistic childhood, Zayats was innocent of the penis' ways. So surprise was evident when he found the thick hairy wolf hand rubbing his little penis up and down, tugging the skin back and forth gently and massaging the soft flesh of pre-puberty, to be not as bad as he thought it'd feel. It actually felt quite warm. Very warm, it was beginning to feel more nicer, he felt the wolf continue on and Zayats could only lie back and moan a little with this strange new pleasure, a pleasure he never thought he would ever feel in his private parts. Volk soon rubbed harder, seeing that the boy was starting to enjoy this by nature.\n\t\"Ohhhh....Zayats...\" he murmured his prey's name more, soothing him as he moved his snout close to the hare's face, before he took one gentle lick on the sweet plump cheek. Zayats was half aware of it but the pleasure was making his senses go cloudy with a strange kind of pleasure he was only starting to feel from this. Volk continued further to pleasure Zayats, soon unhooking the shorts with a clawed finger and pushing them down to reveal the boy's small 2 inches, erect for the first time he had known it would be in his life, rising upwards and away from the small lumps that were the hare's testicles, not yet dropped. The wolf stared down at it with a mixture of a moan and a sigh, admiring the little stiff end in his grip. With a lustful wicked grin, he moved his head closer and softly kissed Zayats' young warm lips, a short moan emitting from him as his rougher less nicer-tasting lips made contact. The hare grimaced from it but Volk ignored it and merely moved downwards, shifting his hands now to grab Zayats tightly by the waist and thigh. He began to sniff at the new young meat he had aroused, the scent so delicious to him of a young virgin boy hare, making his mouth water.\n\nZayats looked down and seeing the hungry expression, thought there and then that Volk was going to eat him. Zayats pleaded in his high-pitched voice to the wolf, pleading not to eat him. Volk looked up from the cock at the pleading expression of Zayats, large round eyes of pure innocent blue and cute buck teeth. This made him merely laugh and he slowly began to lick away at the cock head. It was slightly salty, but very warm and was absolutely delicious to taste for Volk, the taste alone making him precum slightly. As he began to lick away at the pre-pubescent penis, Zayats was moaning even more, so new to the experience of oral sex that he had no idea what was happening. On some subconscious level he knew that it felt good. And he wasn't feeling pain, so it had to be good. So he merely let his emotions sweep him away as the wolf continued to lick away at the young meat, moaning as his rough older tongue traced out the length of the cock and even began to try and suckle at the undropped balls, packed with their own individual scent, the musk of a boy, which made his senses go high with lust, making him precum more on the bed, his own cock a crimson colour and drooling like his mouth was. He sated his hunger more when he slowly moved his head over the cock and gently took it inside him. To Zayats, this was a sensory overload, having his penis suddenly engulfed in the purest and wettest of heat, his little body jerking and panting harder, moans rising as his body squirmed more, but not in distress, rather from pleasure. He was amazed at how much wonderful sensations Volk was giving him, after all these years of the wolf wanting to catch him, only to come to this strange hot feeling given to him by Volk. He was confused but in a great state of bliss.\n\nSoon Volk began to suck on it, easily taking the whole two inches and moaning deeply and loudly, making the cock shiver in pleasure along with Zayats' body, more high pitched moans coming from the boy, his unending movements as he rocked his chest back and forth, arms tensely gripping the bed sheets tightly in balled fists, an occasional jerk upwards from his hips making Volk grunt but continue to suck the delicious young dick. Soon he stopped, thinking he had enough of the boy's \"lollipop\" and he clambered up on the bed more, hugging the hare close to him in a loving sweep of emotions from pure admiration of the beautiful young untainted body. Soon he sat up on the bed, tail brushing out behind him to show his own bigger and thicker dick between his legs. Zayats saw the sight from the front and gasped slightly, amazed at how big and red it was, and curious as to what was coming out of it. It wasn't urine since this was whitish clear, not yellow.\n\t\"Zayats...\" Volk moaned the boy's name and pointed to his cock, nodding to the hare, mentally asking him to do to him what he just did to the hare. Zayats curiously crawled forwards between Volk's lean hairy legs and began to sniff at the strong musk surrounding it, a cloud of powerful male pheromones. It was a little acrid and nasally bitter to him. But he was curious enough to take one lick at the underside of Volk's throbbing meat. It was....strange. Not bitter, a little salty but really like sucking your finger, apart from the smell around it making the taste be more bitter and have a musky aftertaste. Volk gripped the base of his cock and pointed it directly at Zayats, the dripping head only half an inch from the cute buckteethed mouth. With a further developing curiosity, Zayats opened his mouth widely and slowly, before edging his head forward. Volk slowly moved his hand to the back of the boy's head, stroking it and the back of the neck slowly, soothing him to encourage Zayats. As the precum hit the hare's tongue, he thought it was a little bit salty, more than the cock flesh was but nothing discerningly bad or good tasting. Soon he had managed to take in the cock head, and the precum from that feeling alone increased into a more frequent flow.\n\nVolk sighed with an open mouth and lolling tongue as he felt the hot mouth of the boy hare on his cock, rewarding him with such progress by the more stronger flow of his precum. Zayats automatically began to suck on it, making the wolf moan in pleasure as he rubbed Zayats' head softly, soothing as he was being pleasured with such a level of ecstasy, that he thought he would pass out from the sweet sucking mouth alone. The hot passage that suckled in his male milk made him gulp shakily with pleasure quivering in his loins, veins pumping faster blood, his cock pumping faster as well, nerves setting off tiny twinges in his body.\n\t\"Z-z-zaaayyyyaaatsss...\" the pleasure was so addictive to him that he wanted more for the rest of his cock. So he slowly pusheed his hips into Zayats' mouth slowly, inching more of his canine meat into the boy. Zayats was a bit surprised but carefully took in a few more inches, until he managed to have 4 inches in his mouth now, half of the dick sheathed onto his hot young tongue. With an instincutal addictiveness, the hare began to move back and forth on the four inches he could manage, his lips going a wider or smaller circle from the cock, moans of sharing pleasure with Volk in this moment so strange to the boy, but one he knew wasn't bad if he was giving the wolf joy. And indeed Volk was getting joy. Soon enough Volk began to smile, looking down at the adorable hare's head moving back and forth, up and down on his dick which was getting the second best form of pleasure he would ever have in his life. The first, he knew, was coming shortly.\nHe beckoned Zayats to stop sucking, and he did so, the hare sliding his lips and mouth off of the cock, panting from the heat exuding from Volk's cock and which had transferred to his now flushed cheeks, his nose sporting a little dab of precum from the dick. Volk gently rubbed the hare's head, before bending down and kissing Zayats, squarely on the lips, more longer than before, a somewhat sensual kiss as both of them moaned, one on purpose and instinct, the other by pure instinct, the lips rotating with each other's, momentarily dancing with each other so close and so warm.\nVolk then broke the kiss and gently laid Zayats down onto his stomach onto the bed, pushing one thick hand under Zayats' crotch and hiking up his adorable pert ass. It was round, brown, had a lovely little triangular tail that flashed white at him and a tight puckered hole. Volk moaned at the prospect of what he could do now, so close now, his dream finally achieved, it had been him who waited rather than Zayats for this moment. And so he gently gripped Zayats' butt cheeks, making the hare gasp in surprise, innocent of what would happen next, but disbelief crossing his mind when Volk began to rub his drooling cock onto the virgin tailhole, smearing it with his precum, his tongue hanging from his mouth in lust. And then, he pressed himself onto it, pressing more and more harder before he finally managed to push his head into Zayats, spreading open his young ass for the first time.\n\nZayats squealed in pain from the beginning of his devirginising, the sensation feeling so weird, so disgusting at first, so unexpected that in his pain he clenched his muscles hard on Volk's invading cock. This made the wolf grunt, but only encourage him to enter his cock further inside that hare's butt, which he had so coveted for a long time. He moaned even louder as he slowly penetrated further, sliding 4 inches soon into Zayats' spreading rosebud. Zayats whimpered in the pain of his muscles being stretched apart to limits he never knew of before. Yet he was expecting to have been split apart by now and yet he felt not THAT bad. In fact, until Volk started pushing more inches deeper, the pain was going away and the sensation of his butt being filled was actually bearable. He smiled a little before Volk pushed 2 inches deeper inside, reigniting the pain in Zayats ass as his virginity was being shattered by the wolf. With a final prolonged grunt, Volk had fully buried all 8 inches of his pulsing hot meat inside the hare, his body leaning over the boy, warm chest against the smaller back. He moved a hand to Zayats' neck and stroked him softly, shushing him soothingly as he allowed the boy's muscles to adjust to the penis inside him. After a few minutes of silence apart from small moans from Volk and a few whimpers from Zayats, the wolf slowly slid his penis from the hare's ass, the shlurping sound eminent from the tightness of the boy's anal tunnel, seeming to encroach on him with a powerful grip, seeming to contradict Zayats not liking the feel as the muscles seemed to want the cock to stay in him. They would get their wish as Volk slid halfway out of the boy before sliding into him more smoothly, moaning deeply as the tightening tunnel cloistered on his cock from all directions, feeling Zayats' ass hungrily suck on the cock as he slid out again more faster than before and thrust more faster into the boy, making the hare not so much as yelp as rather whimper. The hare was feeling the pain recede now as his ass learnt to open up and accept the invading wolf meat into his body, which made Volk begin to pound harder, slowly building up with harder thrusts. Zayats was feeling this all to be confusing like being mentally a small raft in a maelstrom of warm ocean water, senses in total disarray and everything swirling around in having no idea what was happening. But somehow, the feel of the juicy wolf penis inside him was not so bad now. It was bearable soon after his devirginising, and now it was getting to be good, enough that he could smile as he was being pounded harder, panting with a slight grin and whimperings not of fear but now more of joy, the pleasure finally overriding his pain.\n\n\t\"Zaayaatsss....Ohhh Zayats!!! ZAYATS!!!\" Volk screamed out his lust for the young boy hare, his moans continuous not like a babbling brook but a booming waterfall as his husky deep voice voiced out his lust and love for Zayats, who was being pushed back and forth by the penis sliding back and forth inside him, building up the friction on his walls to a higher heat, feeling hotter by the minute as the heat flowed throughout his body, pumped out and built up by the thick wolfhood thrusting deeper inside him, Volk shifting up a gear by using more inches sliding out and ramming back in, feeling Zayats open up easier. His precum flowed even more powerfully like a clear steady trickling deeper into Zayats young fresh bowels, the warm flow felt moreso by the hare as he moaned at his loudest yet, feeling his cock spasm a strange sensation. He was cumming for the first time, but due to being so young, he couldn't produce any seed.\nBut Volk was old enough to, as Zayats found out when after his pre-pubescent orgasm, his anus tightened up to an excruciating level of tightness that was unbelieveable to the wolf's penis. He roared with the sudden clenching, his tongue hanging from his mouth limply and his eyes reflecting his senses being thrown into euphoria, before he finally came, unable to take any more of ravaging the young hare. With a scream, he slammed one more time inside Zayats, who felt himself being filled quickly and yelped in an utmost mixture of unconscious pleasure and confused surprise, as Volk unloaded his seed inside the boy, pumping the hare full of piping hot male wolf cum, lathering the walls in an instant and drowning the tunnel with so much of the potent liquid love, that he collapsed beside the hare, who was panting hard and sweating all over from the end of his first time of sex. Volk merely clutched Zayats gently and held him to his chest, cock still buried inside the young hare's ass, spooning with him as he licked his cheeks and face softly, moaning the hare's simple name as they both began to fall asleep, one from joy rather than exhaustion, and the other from simply confused exhaustion.\nFinally, he had caught his hare, even though Volk was the one who waited, not Zayats.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"When I catch you, Hare...
Когда я улавливаю вас, зайцы…
by Zack Gregson
(Volk and Zayats are copyrighted to Soyuzmultfilm Studios and used without their permission.  My apologies to them for this use of their beloved characters.)
(К студиям Soyuzmultfilm и используют волк и зайцы без их позволения.  Мои извинения к им для этой пользы их beloved характеров.)


Russia was having another of its usual days as Winter was finally beginning to slide away from the cold lands of the spanning north hemisphere.  Spring would come and yet again Nature would force its young buds to push through the harsh climate and struggle on through another year of Russian seasons, of the coldest country in the world that seemed to have become the Winter Gods' very own abode, or at least their playing grounds.
One young Russian, who was only known as Volk (because it was Russian for wolf), was milling down a street in his hometown.  He wore a pink shirt and black jeans with his clawed hairy feet bare to the ground.  His large eyes sparked slightly under a thick head of jet black hair that laid out in a way that was associated with rock 'n' rollers, as he lit up a cigarette on the end of his muzzle, striking out a flame easily since the day was not windy, actually quite mild with not a breath of air.  The Gods of the Cold were perhaps exhausted and had retreated to their homes to let Russia lie in some peace from the weather.  Volk sucked on the cigarette, drawing in the addictive smoke down into his heavy lungs and blasting out a trail of grey smoke from his muzzle as he removed it from his mouth, as if he were pulling a cap off and releasing some strange gas.  He had been a heavy smoker for a long time, probably 25 years or so, he couldn't really remember as he was busy taking in the first cigarette he had this morning, out in the street.  He let himself lean his back against a red brick wall, sometime around noon with the sun high and shining as a pale white pearl on the land.  Volk finished his tobacco within 10 minutes and flicked the cig into a bin to the left of him, before promplty spinning on his heel towards it and giving it a hefty kick.  The contents scattered among a clanging revelrie as the bin flew forwards, as if running away like a dog that had been kicked.  Volk chuckled to himself grimly, always enjoying the fulfilling destructive sound it made.  With a smile on him he headed along the street to his house 13 blocks away.  It wasn't until about 4 blocks that he stopped his pace and looked towards a particular house on the corner of a road.  He looked up and focused his gaze on a window balcony three stories up.  He managed to hear a cheery little voice singing from that balcony.  The voice of a child who he knew was watering the plants on the balcony.  A child he knew to be a hare.

Zayats (which was Russian for "hare") was pretty much a poster child of innocence.  Wide believing eyes, a steady looking body clothed in green shirt, white undershirt and blue shorts, a body that wasn't affected by any disorders (not even obesity had touched this hare), and a sweetening voice that to some was adorable, and to others was sickening to the point of diabetic inducing.  To Volk, it was a mixture of both.  Some days he couldn't stand that little voice, it felt like it was mocking him continuously.  And other times, it left him with a warming heart and stomach.  He didn't honestly know what the hare thought of him.  Whether it be an enemy, rival, or even a strange friend, but he did know one thing.
He wanted that hare.  And he wanted the hare for one reason alone.
Volk had soon reached his home, which was actually a small mansion on the outskirts of town.  He had some inheritance money from richer family members and he was in the next of kin so he had obtained the fortune.  Although in all honesty he had nothing to do with it.  He didn't want to use it on anything other than cigarettes, his motorcycle, his guitar (he was quite a good guitar player) and drinking.  He had always been the "lone wolf" to use an appropriate phrase.  He had no friends or even a gang and was proud of it, he didn't give anyone money, he never even went to making himself any better.  He had kept himself the same heavy smoking non-working biker he had always managed to be.
The only thing he put so much effort in, enough effort that if used better could've been a substantial help to more charitable causes, was trying to catch the hare.  That young boy who had captivated him with something of a greedy grip to his senses.  So he began to try and devise another plan.  A plan that had to be not so amazingly complex that it would cause a huge possible waste of effort, but rather something simple yet cunning.
He headed to his room and devised a plan.  His room was laden with quite a heavy amount of fleshy tones of pink and red, something that a punk like him shouldn't really be associated with, but he didn't care.  This plan he believed would work and finally have the hare in his clutches.
\tJust you wait, my young Zayats, he thought to himself, as he made a simple schematic of his newest idea.  Most of the time, he had been chasing Zayats.  Now, he thought, he should have Zayats come to him.
And then he had it.  An idea that had come from looking around the mansion.  An event, some kind of festive gathering at his place.  Only for children, like some theme park or circus.
No....people wouldn't buy Volk throwing a party, and certainly Zayats would wise up to it.  Unless there was another Volk who did.  Perhaps....with this idea in mind, he went over to the wardrobes of other rooms and began to shift through clothes, seeing if any of them would fit him.  A soldier's uniform, no he had little knowledge of enough wars.  Business suit, he'd never feel right in it.  Navy officer, not enough knowledge of the navy.  He tried various outfits, until he found one that seemed to be perfect.  He felt weird but it felt more comfortable than any of the other suits his relatives left in the place.  Now he had to prepare also of changing his appearance to fit the part.  Luckily he had enough of the right tools....

Later that day, an invitation had been left under the door of Zayats' home.  Zayats lived in a small apartment.  Nothing fancy, quite frugal for most people, but a comfortable and reasonably sized place in a good area.  He was quite the happy-go-lucky boy who had a bit of talent and enthusiasm for singing and dancing (he was a big fan of the theatre performances).  Zayats found it curious at first that he of all people would receive a letter, being a not-so-important but relatively known and loved character of the local neighbourhood.  But he opened it out of curiosity, and found a written invitation stating:

Young Child, you are cordially invited to Madame Volfoski's Celebratory Event.  Only children are allowed, NO ADULTS.  Please attend the welcoming return of Madame Volfoski at the Volk Mansion at Noon on the 9th of March!

Madame Volfoski? He had read the name with something of a joyful glee.  Madame Volfoski was only one of his most favourite actresses of the theatre stage, and arriving in his own town!  Even though it WAS hosted at Volk's place, and he was not so sure about him all the time.  But this WAS an actress visiting kids to a party  He was amazed that he was invited, even though every child was being invited by default as she had always been very fond of children.  She had even donated her money to quite a few children charities   With great expectation, he continued the rest of his day, with the invitation kept safe with him until noontime two weeks later.

Volk had spent most of the days getting a party ready and even employing a few party planners on quick notice to set up a suitable enough party, using an alias and pretending to be the local correspondent and agent of Madame Volfoski, planning out such things as decorations, food like cake and drinks and ice cream and other kinds of stuff to appease the children and Zayats who would arrive.
He also had to avoid media attention so he made out a letter stating how Madame Volfoski did not wish to have media attention and it was only for the children, whether or not they were fans of her or just there for the party.
Also in that time Volk had to practise being Madame Volfoski.  Madame Volfoski was a real actress of the theatre stage who Volk knew Zayats was a fan of.  There were quite a few actresses who were wolves that Zayats did like but Volfoski was one he picked because she was not majorly famous and she loved children, so he had his excuse to invite Zayats, naturally a better incentive for Zayats to come would be if it was someone he would admire.  He had flicked through various theatre productions and found one wolfess who he think could imitate well enough.  Volk found a theatrical dress in his mansion that had belonged to one of his more eccentric relatives and so wore it, along with finding long-abandoned make up to further effeminise himself.  Then Volk had to work on his dancing and singing and acting.  He could act well enough, especially if he was going to mimic Volfoski, and his dancing was something he prided himself on.  He wouldn't make it to the Bolshoi Ballet but he'd get good chances to be in local productions.  Singing however, he definitely worked on, trying falsetto the most along with other various pitches.  This was not an easy task for one with a smoker's lungs, but he tried hard.  Soon the day came, March 9th, where Volk had his plan to catch Zayats at last.

The day arrived with a splendid air of glory on the party.  The children arrived with gusto in their hearts and cheery expressions.  There was a wide variety of foods for them which they thought was amazingly generous of Madame Volfoski, but she merely smiled at them and let them eat.  The acting Volk was wearing the full length white ballgown, eyelashes lined with mascara effeminately along with touches of rouge on his cheeks, hair bunched into a theatrical coiff as was Volfoski's eccentric and theatric nature.  Volk knew not to rush things, he allowed them to enjoy the day, eat all the food, dance and sing and play around the lawns.  He would have time for Zayats soon.  Volk went around among the children, cooing and conversing with them as if they were his (or rather "her") own offspring, until he eventually bumped into Zayats.  Zayats merely looked up at the apparition of what he believed to be one of his theatrical idols, Volk's disguise planned well enough to cover more than enough of any trace of his own self.  As he felt Zayats tug and touch the gown with admiration, talking to him with such love and awe for Volfoski, he felt a quivering in his loins, a strong growing warmth within them as he looked down at the charming innocent face of the bunny he had chased after for so long that the two practically had history between each other.
Near the end of the party, Zayats had begged Volfoski to sing a little song for them, like a goodbye gift to the children.  The children, who were all happily filled with fun and food, also picked up the request and chanted it out to Volk.  He had planned this to happen, and so attempted his long practised voice.
He sang a story about a hare and a wolf cub, who played and danced in the fields together.  One of them (but he did not say who) stole a magical musical instrument from the witch Baba Yaga, who chased both of them down.  The problem was the musical instrument made them all dance while they chased, running with many strange steps, some short and some far, some slow and some fast, some straight and some not.  Some people had seen them and then began speaking and spreading the strangest rumour of all.  Baba Yaga dancing with Zayats and Volk.
The story was quite funny to the children and was a tweaked idea of an old Russian folk tale they all knew of.  And so the children were all pleased with the day out and began to leave the Volk mansion grounds, but then Volfoski asked Zayats to stay behind, wanting to talk with her most devoted fan.  Zayats of course felt incredibly lucky to have been bestowed such an honour.  And so the wolfess asked if they could go somewhere more private for an important one-to-one discussion.  Zayats agreed and let the wolf guide him through the mansion towards Volk's room.

Zayats had never been very far into Volk's place, and certainly never knew of the bedroom at all.  He was however worried of the fact that they felt like trespassing into Volk's place.  But he had to trust the actress, he thought to himself.
Volk's room was in varying tones of pink and red.  The walls were a crimson blood-red, the drawers were of heartwood and a rich soaked colour of brownish-red.  The place was strangely bare, drawers shut and window securely locked, with the only other thing there being a bed.  Not a king size but certainly big enough for anyone to sleep in.  It was covered over in a salmon red colour, almost but not quite pink enough to be called pink.  It looked too dark for pink but also too light for red.  Zayats was viewing the strange room, thinking this was not possibly Volk's room anyways, when he heard the door lock behind him.  Volfoski had locked the door and then threw the key behind the drawers directly where the middle of it met the wall, so even if Zayats tried grasping through with his small arms, he still wouldn't be able to reach it.
Zayats felt anxiety crept within him.  Even moreso when slowl Volfoski's disguise slipped off slowly.  First the face was plucked clear of eyelash extensions, rouge was rubbed off with a handkerchief from under the dress, and then mascara was rubbed off in turn.  Then the hair was uncoiffed and the gown was pushed down.  Now standing before Zayats was Volk, who was reshaping his hair back the scruffy rocker style.  He was also now wearing only his underwear, which were navy blue boxers   Zayats was now in some panic.  He knew that Volk had failed to catch him before, true, and he never knew what Volk's intentions were, but he knew that he should try and not get caught.
Right now though, it looked as if Volk had really set up the plan well.  Door was locked, window was as well, his own room left with little to distract or injure Volk with, and the key was inaccessible to reach.  Volk merely just finished dealing with his hair and calmly smiled at Zayats.

Zayats had little idea of what to do now.  He had managed to get out of such situations before.  But this time...it seemed Volk had truly planned it all out.
He didn't show defeat and merely waited before the canine.  Volk walked towards Zayats, grabbed him roughly by the waist and hoisted him onto his bed.  As he did so, Zayats noticed by closer view of the wolf's boxers of an odd bulge in the middle just poking from it.  Volk then pulled down his boxers, letting them slip down to his furred ankles and shaking them off with a rustling of his feet to reveal himself completely naked, and sporting an erection.  It was an 8 inch penis, fully extending and as red as a pole in Red Square, showing that he was very aroused.  His balls hung from below it, two nicely sized balls the size of ping pong balls.  Zayats was frightened even more.  He had absolutely no idea of what Volk was even doing, or what was wrong with his privates, or what he had to do with it.  Volk merely just got up onto the bed beside Zayats and gripped the young lapine close to him, a deep moan emitting from his body as he felt the warm body rub against his, still in those adorable clothes that he always wore.  Volk murmured Zayats's name as he took the boy's shirt off, revealing the white undershirt, more thinner and closer to what he wanted.  Zayats wanted to just get out of the grip of the wolf, but from the firm hold he had on him, he was not going to let him get away.  He also had one hand holding the long ears together like the stalks of a carrot just in case.  Even when taking off the undershirt he had his arm wrapped around Zayats's legs to prevent any escapes.  When his arm was gripped around the legs, his hand was near the hare's rump.  He slowly began to touch it with the tips of his fingers, rubbing the cheeks slightly, making Zayats yip in surprise.  He made the boy even more uncomfortable when he moved his finger towards the middle of the butt, soon rubbing the inner clefts of the soft warm smooth pinch-tight cheeks with wonder, a sigh exhaling in a shiver from him as he felt it, the smoker's breath washing over the hare's neck, making Zayats cringe.  Volk moved his head closer down and began to lick at the neck of his prey, kissing it softly at first before he made gentle slow licks on the throat, which was trying vehemently not to move despite Zayats's distress of what the wolf was doing, fearing he was tasting the flesh for sampling, to eat Zayats all up like a wolf would do.

Volk had a hunger, but not for food.  He had one of his hands still gripping the ears, while the other now moved freely on the boy's thin chest, rubbing up and down and soon in smooth circles, massaging the soft young fur, so warm to the touch that it made him tingle from feeling it pass into his fingertips.  The furry wolf hand soon went lower down, rubbing at Zayats' navel, making him squirm slightly but Volk only shushed him softly like a mother for a restless child.  Zayats admittedly was liking the feel of his body being rubbed so nicely by the Volk, and the canine didn't seem to make any move for eating him or doing anything.  But that warming thought of relaxation was soon broken as Volk soon slipped his hand under Zayats's shorts.  Zayats yelped and struggled to get free of the wolf's grip, but he had no way of escape.  He could try biting him but neither of the hands were in reach and the hand on his ears made sure of keeping his head still.  Zayats struggled on, trying in a vain manner to discourage Volk from doing whatever he was doing, before he felt the rubbing of his penis.  Being quite young and having an idealistic childhood, Zayats was innocent of the penis' ways.  So surprise was evident when he found the thick hairy wolf hand rubbing his little penis up and down, tugging the skin back and forth gently and massaging the soft flesh of pre-puberty, to be not as bad as he thought it'd feel.  It actually felt quite warm.  Very warm, it was beginning to feel more nicer, he felt the wolf continue on and Zayats could only lie back and moan a little with this strange new pleasure, a pleasure he never thought he would ever feel in his private parts.  Volk soon rubbed harder, seeing that the boy was starting to enjoy this by nature.
\t"Ohhhh....Zayats..." he murmured his prey's name more, soothing him as he moved his snout close to the hare's face, before he took one gentle lick on the sweet plump cheek.  Zayats was half aware of it but the pleasure was making his senses go cloudy with a strange kind of pleasure he was only starting to feel from this.  Volk continued further to pleasure Zayats, soon unhooking the shorts with a clawed finger and pushing them down to reveal the boy's small 2 inches, erect for the first time he had known it would be in his life, rising upwards and away from the small lumps that were the hare's testicles, not yet dropped.  The wolf stared down at it with a mixture of a moan and a sigh, admiring the little stiff end in his grip.  With a lustful wicked grin, he moved his head closer and softly kissed Zayats' young warm lips, a short moan emitting from him as his rougher less nicer-tasting lips made contact.  The hare grimaced from it but Volk ignored it and merely moved downwards, shifting his hands now to grab Zayats tightly by the waist and thigh.  He began to sniff at the new young meat he had aroused, the scent so delicious to him of a young virgin boy hare, making his mouth water.

Zayats looked down and seeing the hungry expression, thought there and then that Volk was going to eat him.  Zayats pleaded in his high-pitched voice to the wolf, pleading not to eat him.  Volk looked up from the cock at the pleading expression of Zayats, large round eyes of pure innocent blue and cute buck teeth.  This made him merely laugh and he slowly began to lick away at the cock head.  It was slightly salty, but very warm and was absolutely delicious to taste for Volk, the taste alone making him precum slightly.  As he began to lick away at the pre-pubescent penis, Zayats was moaning even more, so new to the experience of oral sex that he had no idea what was happening.  On some subconscious level he knew that it felt good.  And he wasn't feeling pain, so it had to be good.  So he merely let his emotions sweep him away as the wolf continued to lick away at the young meat, moaning as his rough older tongue traced out the length of the cock and even began to try and suckle at the undropped balls, packed with their own individual scent, the musk of a boy, which made his senses go high with lust, making him precum more on the bed, his own cock a crimson colour and drooling like his mouth was.  He sated his hunger more when he slowly moved his head over the cock and gently took it inside him.  To Zayats, this was a sensory overload, having his penis suddenly engulfed in the purest and wettest of heat, his little body jerking and panting harder, moans rising as his body squirmed more, but not in distress, rather from pleasure.  He was amazed at how much wonderful sensations Volk was giving him, after all these years of the wolf wanting to catch him, only to come to this strange hot feeling given to him by Volk.  He was confused but in a great state of bliss.

Soon Volk began to suck on it, easily taking the whole two inches and moaning deeply and loudly, making the cock shiver in pleasure along with Zayats' body, more high pitched moans coming from the boy, his unending movements as he rocked his chest back and forth, arms tensely gripping the bed sheets tightly in balled fists, an occasional jerk upwards from his hips making Volk grunt but continue to suck the delicious young dick.  Soon he stopped, thinking he had enough of the boy's "lollipop" and he clambered up on the bed more, hugging the hare close to him in a loving sweep of emotions from pure admiration of the beautiful young untainted body.  Soon he sat up on the bed, tail brushing out behind him to show his own bigger and thicker dick between his legs.  Zayats saw the sight from the front and gasped slightly, amazed at how big and red it was, and curious as to what was coming out of it.  It wasn't urine since this was whitish clear, not yellow.
\t"Zayats..." Volk moaned the boy's name and pointed to his cock, nodding to the hare, mentally asking him to do to him what he just did to the hare.  Zayats curiously crawled forwards between Volk's lean hairy legs and began to sniff at the strong musk surrounding it, a cloud of powerful male pheromones.  It was a little acrid and nasally bitter to him.  But he was curious enough to take one lick at the underside of Volk's throbbing meat.  It was....strange.  Not bitter, a little salty but really like sucking your finger, apart from the smell around it making the taste be more bitter and have a musky aftertaste.  Volk gripped the base of his cock and pointed it directly at Zayats, the dripping head only half an inch from the cute buckteethed mouth.  With a further developing curiosity, Zayats opened his mouth widely and slowly, before edging his head forward.  Volk slowly moved his hand to the back of the boy's head, stroking it and the back of the neck slowly, soothing him to encourage Zayats.  As the precum hit the hare's tongue, he thought it was a little bit salty, more than the cock flesh was but nothing discerningly bad or good tasting.  Soon he had managed to take in the cock head, and the precum from that feeling alone increased into a more frequent flow.

Volk sighed with an open mouth and lolling tongue as he felt the hot mouth of the boy hare on his cock, rewarding him with such progress by the more stronger flow of his precum.  Zayats automatically began to suck on it, making the wolf moan in pleasure as he rubbed Zayats' head softly, soothing as he was being pleasured with such a level of ecstasy, that he thought he would pass out from the sweet sucking mouth alone.  The hot passage that suckled in his male milk made him gulp shakily with pleasure quivering in his loins, veins pumping faster blood, his cock pumping faster as well, nerves setting off tiny twinges in his body.
\t"Z-z-zaaayyyyaaatsss..." the pleasure was so addictive to him that he wanted more for the rest of his cock.  So he slowly pusheed his hips into Zayats' mouth slowly, inching more of his canine meat into the boy.  Zayats was a bit surprised but carefully took in a few more inches, until he managed to have 4 inches in his mouth now, half of the dick sheathed onto his hot young tongue.  With an instincutal addictiveness, the hare began to move back and forth on the four inches he could manage, his lips going a wider or smaller circle from the cock, moans of sharing pleasure with Volk in this moment so strange to the boy, but one he knew wasn't bad if he was giving the wolf joy.  And indeed Volk was getting joy.  Soon enough Volk began to smile, looking down at the adorable hare's head moving back and forth, up and down on his dick which was getting the second best form of pleasure he would ever have in his life.  The first, he knew, was coming shortly.
He beckoned Zayats to stop sucking, and he did so, the hare sliding his lips and mouth off of the cock, panting from the heat exuding from Volk's cock and which had transferred to his now flushed cheeks, his nose sporting a little dab of precum from the dick.  Volk gently rubbed the hare's head, before bending down and kissing Zayats, squarely on the lips, more longer than before, a somewhat sensual kiss as both of them moaned, one on purpose and instinct, the other by pure instinct, the lips rotating with each other's, momentarily dancing with each other so close and so warm.
Volk then broke the kiss and gently laid Zayats down onto his stomach onto the bed, pushing one thick hand under Zayats' crotch and hiking up his adorable pert ass.  It was round, brown, had a lovely little triangular tail that flashed white at him and a tight puckered hole.  Volk moaned at the prospect of what he could do now, so close now, his dream finally achieved, it had been him who waited rather than Zayats for this moment.  And so he gently gripped Zayats' butt cheeks, making the hare gasp in surprise, innocent of what would happen next, but disbelief crossing his mind when Volk began to rub his drooling cock onto the virgin tailhole, smearing it with his precum, his tongue hanging from his mouth in lust.  And then, he pressed himself onto it, pressing more and more harder before he finally managed to push his head into Zayats, spreading open his young ass for the first time.

Zayats squealed in pain from the beginning of his devirginising, the sensation feeling so weird, so disgusting at first, so unexpected that in his pain he clenched his muscles hard on Volk's invading cock.  This made the wolf grunt, but only encourage him to enter his cock further inside that hare's butt, which he had so coveted for a long time.  He moaned even louder as he slowly penetrated further, sliding 4 inches soon into Zayats' spreading rosebud.  Zayats whimpered in the pain of his muscles being stretched apart to limits he never knew of before.  Yet he was expecting to have been split apart by now and yet he felt not THAT bad.  In fact, until Volk started pushing more inches deeper, the pain was going away and the sensation of his butt being filled was actually bearable.  He smiled a little before Volk pushed 2 inches deeper inside, reigniting the pain in Zayats ass as his virginity was being shattered by the wolf.  With a final prolonged grunt, Volk had fully buried all 8 inches of his pulsing hot meat inside the hare, his body leaning over the boy, warm chest against the smaller back.  He moved a hand to Zayats' neck and stroked him softly, shushing him soothingly as he allowed the boy's muscles to adjust to the penis inside him.  After a few minutes of silence apart from small moans from Volk and a few whimpers from Zayats, the wolf slowly slid his penis from the hare's ass, the shlurping sound eminent from the tightness of the boy's anal tunnel, seeming to encroach on him with a powerful grip, seeming to contradict Zayats not liking the feel as the muscles seemed to want the cock to stay in him.  They would get their wish as Volk slid halfway out of the boy before sliding into him more smoothly, moaning deeply as the tightening tunnel cloistered on his cock from all directions, feeling Zayats' ass hungrily suck on the cock as he slid out again more faster than before and thrust more faster into the boy, making the hare not so much as yelp as rather whimper.  The hare was feeling the pain recede now as his ass learnt to open up and accept the invading wolf meat into his body, which made Volk begin to pound harder, slowly building up with harder thrusts.  Zayats was feeling this all to be confusing like being mentally a small raft in a maelstrom of warm ocean water, senses in total disarray and everything swirling around in having no idea what was happening.  But somehow, the feel of the juicy wolf penis inside him was not so bad now.  It was bearable soon after his devirginising, and now it was getting to be good, enough that he could smile as he was being pounded harder, panting with a slight grin and whimperings not of fear but now more of joy, the pleasure finally overriding his pain.

\t"Zaayaatsss....Ohhh Zayats!!!  ZAYATS!!!"  Volk screamed out his lust for the young boy hare, his moans continuous not like a babbling brook but a booming waterfall as his husky deep voice voiced out his lust and love for Zayats, who was being pushed back and forth by the penis sliding back and forth inside him, building up the friction on his walls to a higher heat, feeling hotter by the minute as the heat flowed throughout his body, pumped out and built up by the thick wolfhood thrusting deeper inside him, Volk shifting up a gear by using more inches sliding out and ramming back in, feeling Zayats open up easier.  His precum flowed even more powerfully like a clear steady trickling deeper into Zayats young fresh bowels, the warm flow felt moreso by the hare as he moaned at his loudest yet, feeling his cock spasm a strange sensation.  He was cumming for the first time, but due to being so young, he couldn't produce any seed.
But Volk was old enough to, as Zayats found out when after his pre-pubescent orgasm, his anus tightened up to an excruciating level of tightness that was unbelieveable to the wolf's penis.  He roared with the sudden clenching, his tongue hanging from his mouth limply and his eyes reflecting his senses being thrown into euphoria, before he finally came, unable to take any more of ravaging the young hare.  With a scream, he slammed one more time inside Zayats, who felt himself being filled quickly and yelped in an utmost mixture of unconscious pleasure and confused surprise, as Volk unloaded his seed inside the boy, pumping the hare full of piping hot male wolf cum, lathering the walls in an instant and drowning the tunnel with so much of the potent liquid love, that he collapsed beside the hare, who was panting hard and sweating all over from the end of his first time of sex.  Volk merely clutched Zayats gently and held him to his chest, cock still buried inside the young hare's ass, spooning with him as he licked his cheeks and face softly, moaning the hare's simple name as they both began to fall asleep, one from joy rather than exhaustion, and the other from simply confused exhaustion.
Finally, he had caught his hare, even though Volk was the one who waited, not Zayats.","pools_count":0,"title":"When I Catch You, Hare...","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"3","views":"378","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}