The Run

	“Adam, you have got to be out of your fucking mind.” I snorted as I gazed over the lip of the wall.  On the other side was a sixty foot slide to the grassy loam of the enclave below.  Beyond that cleared verge one hundred meters wide the forest started.  In the distance I could see the dilapidated buildings that had been there before the enclave was built and sealed from the outside world.
	Adam, a dashing fellow a year my senior, merely laughed and gave my shoulder a poke with his fist, “What?  Scared?  It’s only two miles!”
	“Two miles!” I scoffed and frowned at him.  My drunk was wearing off and I knew the hangover would kick in before long.  “If I run directly across the heart of the pack’s turf.” With my chin I nodded toward the old buildings, “More than three if I try to stay near the perimeter wall.  And I might just get shot for trespassing.”
	“What, for being on the inside?” Adam smiled at me in that darling way he had, one corner of his mouth uplifted and a challenging glint in his dark blue eyes.  With the darkness of early evening they were merely shadows under strong brows, gleaming in the harsh perimeter lighting only when he cocked his head in a challenging pose.  I hated when he did that, because I had no defense against his charms.
	And how well he knew it. 
	“Hey, you’re the one who said you’d make a run across wolfland, to prove you had balls.” He leaned close enough for me to smell the vodka on his breath and grabbed my crotch making me lift up onto my toes and grunt.  Damnit, he knew all of my triggers, and it was nothing but a big tease.  We hadn’t done anything together in almost two years.  At least we got over that rather harsh breakup.  I’ve wanted him to blow me ever since.  Or blow him.  He had a serious piece of meat between his legs, the biggest I’d seen up to meeting him, and since.  Just thinking about it made my vodka fogged mind spin.
	“When I was fucking drunk off my ass, Adam.” I growled, feeling trapped.  Backing out would paint me a fucking pussy, and while I didn’t mind bottoming, I was in no way fond of being looked at like a pussy.  “And David’s the one who brought it up.”
	Adam shrugged and leaned on the lip of the wall.  The ever present patrols hadn’t come by yet, but would if we tarried too long.  They were seldom very nice when they ran gawkers away from the wolf enclave.  “I think David wanted to bring other things up, but you were too drunk.”  Turning to lean his butt against the wall he braced his hands against the lip, “Well?  You think you got the balls to run it, Steve?”
	I leveled a stare at him and huffed a sigh, “Damnit, Adam, you know damn well I’ve got balls.  How many dudes did you piss of back in Dunstin’s last week?”
	“Six, and you stood your ground damn fine.” Adam clucked his tongue with a roll of his shoulders.  He glanced up the road where the spill of white under the sodium yellow of the perimeter lights heralded the slow roll of an enclave security patrol.   “So, you going to man up and make the run, or should we book it?”  He nodded toward the car.
	Walking to the wall I looked over at the steep angle downward.  The surface was kept smooth to prevent the wolves contained in the enclave from climbing out, but not vertical.  Why they designed it like a huge bowl and not just a vertical wall was beyond me.  Running the wolflands was a pretty common test of bravery, but it was also a damn good way to get killed right good.  All I had to do was make it from the far side of the bowl, where we were now parked,  to the security gate on the opposite side.  By law they’d have to let me out, as I was a human and not wolf, but I’d get a nice fat citation for my stupidity.
	Adam dropped a hand onto my shoulder and leaned close “Hey, Steve, look… I’ll pick you up at the station on the other side.  Hell, I’ll even give you a good damn blowjob.”  I cast him a sidelong glance and raised one eyebrow.
	“Adam, if I survive running across the pack’s turf unarmed and half drunk, you’re going to owe me a month’s worth of blowjobs.” I pushed myself up onto the lip of the wall and swung my legs over.  Gods only knew how many went into the wolves’ turf and simply dropped off the face of the planet.  Adam danced around the front of his car and yanked open the driver’s side door.
	“Deal!” He crowed, “And don’t be such a wuss!  You’re unarmed, the worst they’ll do is kick your ass and nibble you a bit!  They don’t kill people who are not trying to kill them, it’s their own law!”
	“Just… I don’t want to be a wolf!”  The engine of Adam’s car rolled over with a deceptively light purr and the passenger side window hissed down.
	“It’s not a disease, Steve, you can’t catch it.  It’s a hereditary condition.”  The engine growled and revved.
	Fat fucking lot of good that would do me if a six foot tall, sentient, bipedal wolf wanted to take a chunk out of my ass, I thought as I kicked off the wall and plunged.  The lycra of my workout sweats whistled shrilly on the smoothed concrete and I had a moment of self loathing.  Leave it to my drunk, stupid ass to wear workout clothes for a jog across predator land.  Not that I would be able to yell up at Adam to toss me my denim; the last I heard was the growl of his engine bellow into a full throated roar with a shriek of tires on pavement as he booked it.
	Throwing out my arms to steady my headlong plunged down the inner curve of the bowl I braced for impact, not knowing just how hard the ground was.  Lucky for my ignorant self the ground was rather soft; a dense loam under the grass soaking up the impact of my feet by absorbing them a good four inches.  I attempted to throw myself forward into a roll but ended up doing an inelegant sprawl face first into the grass, knocking my wind out.
	Panting, I lay there for a few seconds until a sudden circle of white light lit up the grass around me, abating its sickly looking sodium lit green to a more lively hue.  “You there!  Do not move!” a voice barked from high above and I rolled over to look up, shading my eyes against the blinding white of the security officer’s spotlight.  I did not know if they’d be brave enough to jump the wall and chase me so I lurched to my feet and legged it toward the treeline.  “Halt, do not move!  Return to the wall immediately!” I heard the officer bellow after me, but I paid no heed to that asinine order. I was busted, either right there at the wall, or if I made it all the way across to the security gate, so it was down to the run.
	Two miles, I thought, no problems.  Two miles, and I was in shape.  I could do that in twelve minutes, easily.
	Oh, yeah, on pavement without trees or grass or uneven ground tripping me up every third step.  I caromed off of trees, crashed through undergrowth like a panicked bull, and in short made enough noise to awaken half the city.  Not that I had to worry anything about the city.  What I had to worry about was a hell of a lot closer at hand, and had scary keen ears.  It was not long before I knew that they knew I was there.
	The first whuffing howl, almost a question, issued somewhere from the forest to my left.  Some distance off, but there was no mistaking that.  The wolves were awake now.  Heedless of how much noise I made I threw myself forward and lifted my legs for all I was worth.  Two fucking miles, that’s all I had to do.  Two miles!
	Another howl rolled through the forest, this from my right, still a distance away, but behind me.  Good, I was ahead of them and making good time.  Bursting through a wall of bracken, vines and bark tearing at the thin lycra of my workout shirt and pants, I found myself on an old, very corroded road.  At least it was a road, however, and not choked with forest undergrowth, and I poured on the speed.  Through the trees ahead I could see the shadowy bulking forms of the old town.
	Pelting headlong down the time ravaged street I managed to keep my feet under me, heedless of rationing my strength as I charged as fast as I could toward the dubious shelter of those old, weather beaten buildings.  If I could find some safe hidey hole for a few minutes I could catch my breath before making that last run toward the security gate.  The town was roughly in the middle of the enclave, the location of the first appearance of the wolves a century before.  What its name had been I did not know, and I did not care.
	I just wish I hadn’t drunk those last three screwdrivers, or the fifth of vodka worth of chasers before them.  They boiled and rumbled about in my gut, threatening to cramp me or make me simply bend over and hurl right there in the middle of the street.  My head was swimming and the world was swaying as the re-awakened vapors of the alcohol blew into my brain like a gang of Hell’s Angels bent on chaos.
	Blowing, winded, I staggered between the first two buildings, little more than shells of rotting wood and old wall panels and looked about quickly.  Somewhere in the woods the bushes rustled.  They did not crash or rattle, they rustled, but it did not make me think that the wolves were moving any slower than I was on their long legs built just exactly for running.  Short whuffing barks and growls whispered to me from somewhere behind as the two wolves that I had heard found and conversed.
	Fuck, they were close.
	Slowing to a jog I tried to soften my steps and not make so much racket, but it was a fruitless effort.  Wolves were known for their amazingly keen hearing, even if it was barely beyond my own human range, I was sure at that moment that they could hear a cat walking on concrete a mile away.  Desperately I cast about for some dark hideyhole to pause in so I could let my head stop swimming and banging ever so painfully, and get my breath.
	But they could smell, to, and a hell of a lot better than they could hear.  I’d read somewhere that canine night vision was not much better than humans, but they saw movement far more clearly.  Not that they had any worry there, either, because the towering lights around the perimeter cast the entire enclave in a light like the full moon.  Growing desperate I increased my pace, hoping that I could catch my wind as I jogged rather than fled in blind haste.
	That thought was dashed when a trio of tall shadows crossed the street at the far end of the ramshackle, beaten old town.  Wolves! More of them, but ahead of me.  I quickly darted to the side and pressed myself against the corner of a building shadowed from those damnable lights.  Just how many of them were there?  Did they breed viably?
	I knew the answer to neither question, having paid almost no attention to the biology teacher when he talked about the growing anomalies of non-human species arising in hugely separated locations on the planet almost simultaneously.  We got wolves, other cities got centaurs, others satyrs.  It was a pot luck crapshoot, but it had happened almost overnight, all over the globe, in small locations.
	Most were sealed off swiftly, like our own enclave, while others such as centaurs were grudgingly accepted into the societies where they appeared.  No one yet knew how they had arisen, or how they maintained their populations.  To my knowledge no one bothered to keep a census of them, or at least our local wolf population.
	Casting about for a new direction to flee I stepped out from the corner of the building and looked up and down the street I was crossing.  It led away from my destination, but I hoped to find a cross street not blocked by more wolves. Jogging as quietly as I could down the street I crossed it and slipped toward another cross street, more an alley, and stopped to lean around the corner.  The alley seemed clear of so much as even a dumpster, not that the wolves needed any.  The charnel stench of old meat and feces assailed my nose but I choked it back.  They had to shit somewhere, and I doubt the plumbing worked any more.
	Watching my step I sidled hastily down the alley, stepping around debris and water puddles.  My running sneakers were thankfully more quiet than my usual wont of hard soled boots or dress shoes.  Reaching the end of the alley I glanced out again, finding the adjoining street clear.  I was behind a row of buildings; a service drive for delivery trucks once.  Coal chutes turned into basement entries hunkered against the back of most of the buildings.  Some stood open, others closed, while others had caved in over the years.  I stepped out into the alley and turned toward the next one I saw.
	I was almost there too, completely focused on my goal, and the only hint that I had utterly fucked up was the growl that issued from a shadowed door recess to my left.  The sound of claws on cement shattered the night with a sound that was both scratch and screech, causing me to stop in sudden fear and spin toward the sound.  The dark mass of a wolf was only a pace away by the time my eyes focused on it and even before I could scream it slammed into me with a perfect shoulder tackle.  The impact took me off my feet bodily, huge hands raking across the lycra of my exercise shirt and pulling downward even as I fell through the air.  I crashed to the ground with a pained explosion of breath and the beast continued over me by its own momentum.
	Rolling over hastily I scrambled to get my feet under me again to run, but my pants where half way down my thighs and I grabbed for them, but they were yanked away, and I with them, before I could get them back up.  The snarling beast snatched at that easy handhold and jerked me back off my feet, sprawling me on my chest, mewling like a kitten.  Scrabbling my fingers on the concrete, as I was dragged bodily by the pants tangled on my sneakers, I vainly tried to find something with which to combat the beast, but other than a few small pieces of broken pavement I came up empty.
	Then, abruptly, I was free.  My pants had given up their fight with my sneakers and the wolf was left with nothing but a bundle of fabric.  Panting in a panic I lurched to my feet, clad in nothing more than a shirt, my naked ass probably glowing like a beacon for every wolf within miles, and made a sprint for that alley.
	The wolf paced me almost effortlessly, loping along on strangely slender legs as if my terrified flight was the awkward run of a toddler.  I looked sidelong, eyes rabbit-wide in horror, and saw the wolf beside me, its muzzle hanging open as it savored the chase, tongue hanging out of the corner of its toothy maw.  Then it lurched and I was in no way prepared to jink out of the way.  Its shoulder slammed into me heavily and, once again, I found myself sprawling ungainly through the air.  A void of darkness rose up from the earth to my right and, the last thing I knew before some concussion ripped my wits away, I was falling into that void with a wolf atop me.
	The decent down the coal chute was blessedly smooth but the floor that met me was concrete hard.  I let out a whoosh of pained breath as I came down hard on my upper back.  My legs, pale naked in the diffuse light, flew over my head, somersaulting me into the inky blackness of some wolfland basement.  I heard the skirl of claws on steel as the wolf slid down behind me and, abruptly, everything went dark.
	Not the darkness of unconsciousness and, blessed be, not the final darkness of death, but the simple darkness of having every source of light stolen away.  Winded, witless, and disoriented I righted myself, or at least found out by gravity where down was enough to put my head above my feet, and crouched there, unmoving.  I heard an ungodly rattle and crash amidst the growls of exertion as the wolf, unseen somewhere a few feet away in the inky void, slammed both halves of the cellar door shut and, from the sound of it, shoved something through the handles so that it could not be opened.
	Fuck!  Fuck, fuck, oh my god fuck, I am so dead!  The wolf was locking me away in some private lair to rip my guts out and eat my heart before my poor, stupid, drunk ass was even cold.  I whimpered as I heard the hiss of paw pads and skirl of claws on steel herald the wolf’s decent down the ramp.  A solid grip at my throat ended the pitiful noises coming from my breast.  I found myself being pulled to my feet and I grasped at the frighteningly powerful arm clutching my throat.  To my surprise the arm was no thicker than my own, and they were not exactly slender, but it was scary strong.
	The strength of the wolf’s arm should not have been the thing I feared most, but its easy power was frightening.  If the wolves ever got out and decided to stake their claim no man could stand against them without a fucking serious amount of firepower.  The wolf shoved me back and released me to stagger, then shoved the flat of a hand against my chest forcing me back again.  Something yielding crashed into the back of my legs and I fell back onto, or into, it.  A couch.  Age worn and tattered soft, its ancient springs squeaked and groaned as I fell back into it.
	Lying there, helpless, half naked, I waited for the next strike to come.  One could say that, for all intents and purposes, I was fully naked because a shirt was hardly going to cover anything that needed to be covered for the sake of modesty.  Not that it mattered, the beast would eat what it wanted to eat when it got to it.  I just hoped it killed me quickly.
	FUCK YOU, ADAM! I screamed in my mind.  The sonofabitch had goaded me into my own suicide and was probably giggling madly about it.  Not that he had expected me to just up and get gutted so easily, but he browbeat me into it over the promise of a blowjob.  Maybe even a good ride, but now I would never get even that.  He’d never get my dick in his mouth again, even if I did somehow survive this hopeless deathtrap.
	I lay there, waiting, for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a minute before I realized that the wolf had not continued its assault.  It was pacing, the sound of the beast’s strangely light and yet heavy footfalls moving from one side of the darkness to the other.  It was also growling, as if in confusion.  I lay there, tracking the motion by ears and trying to follow it with my eyes, and panted heavily.  My head was clearing, the adrenaline of my impending demise having flushed the vodka quite completely out of my system, but my heart was still going mach five.
	What the fuck was that gods be damned beast doing?  Back and forth, rumbling and grumbling to itself in the darkness in which it could probably see far better than I could.  My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness but that did little to make things more clear.  I could pick out a shadow, almost, against some diffuse light that was more a tease than a revelation.  I took a last deep breath and let it out through my nose with a shuddering sigh.  The wolf halted, its ever-so-dim shadow disappearing into the gloom of the basement, and I quailed.  I could hear its heavy breathing somewhere distressingly close.
	Freakishly close, because I felt a sudden hot gust of warmth across my naked crotch.  With a mousy squeak I jerked back deeper into the couch, a whole six inches maybe, my eyes going wide.  What the hell?  It sniffed me!  No, it sniffed my crotch!  What did I do, piss myself?  I had no way of telling what was sweat and what was piss, but I did not smell any of the later while I smelled a whole lot of the former.  And wolf.  Oh yes, I smelled wolf.  A lot of wolf.
	Again I felt that warm waft of air across my crotch and, again, I squeaked in a girlish manner that would have had my friends laughing themselves into purple-faced fits.  I clutched at the age worn cushions of the couch and waited, not knowing what the fuck the beast was doing.  But, somewhere deep in the back of my mind in dark places best not talked about in public, I knew exactly what the wolf was about.  WHY it was about it I had no way of knowing, but I knew.  I was just too scared out of my fucking wits to realize it.
	Well, until it decided to stop sniffing and lick.  Oh yes, that lick told me pretty damned well what was going on, and I could only cough in surprise even as I grunted.  I had to admit, the broad warm swath from balls to cock tip felt pretty damn nice.  Strange, mind you, but nice.  I’d never been licked by anyone other than my boyfriends, the few I had enjoyed.  The wolf paused after that lick, I could feel the touch of fur just teasing my flaccid tip.  The wolf was watching me, I could sense it, looking up along my body while its chin hovered just above my cock.  Yes, I was being watched, and measured, and tasted.
	And tasted again; another slow, measuring lick that lifted my naked balls and drifted upward along my flaccid length.  I’m a grower, not a shower.  In its current state I could easily have hidden it entirely behind one hand.  If that damned wolf kept licking, however, I would be up despite my horror and startled surprise that it was clearly more interested in licking my cock than eating me like a buffet.  When I’m up, as Adam once said, I’m UP.  Not overly large, but in no way small or even average, I like to think I’m just right.  The boyfriend, the desperate fuck buddy I picked up, after Adam, complained about it though; too big for him.  I rather doubted that, if that wolf’s muzzle was as big as I thought I saw before it threw me into its private lair, that I would be too big for it.
	For her, for him, I had no way of knowing, but that muzzle had appeared to me as big as a steam shovel.  And it was licking me, over and over again, each stroke light and warm and surprisingly gentle.  At the end of each lick it stilled over me, watching.  Despite the hammering of my heart I could feel my erection awakening, some of the fear melting away at the strange surprise of being seduced by a wolf.
	A wolf, of all things.  Yes, sentient if all the reports where accurate, but a wolf nonetheless.  A beast.  A beast that, by all appearances, was enjoying the ultimate cocktease.  Blinking, feeling brave despite my own startled dichotomy of revulsion and arousal at being licked to erection by an intelligent, anthropomorphic wolf, I tentatively reached down with one hand.  I felt the nose first, and it did not withdraw, shifting slightly to nudge my fingers, and then the whiskers.  Damn it was solid, that monster’s muzzle, but the fur was warm and soft, slightly coarse and smooth at the same time.  Lightly I traced my fingers upward onto the bridge of its muzzle just behind its nose, and pressed.
	It was a light touch, fucking brave as hell considering it could just as well have ripped my guts out, but the wolf accepted it.  The muzzle dipped under my fingertips and the tip of the beast’s tongue traced lightly across the underside of my glans.  It was electric.  I hissed in a breath and squirmed, letting out a soft sigh as I realized that, if I did what the monster wanted, if I gave it what it wanted, I might just survive the night.
	And I was so going to kick Adam’s ass.  No, I was going to kick his balls, as hard as I could.  I was going to launch that mother fucker into space.
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	First, though, I had to deal with an unexpectedly amorous six foot tall fur bound monster who’s muzzle was caressing my rapidly thickening cocktip with a warm, gentle tongue.  I hissed softly as that broad, thin appendage pressed me down with another slow lick up my length and then swirled around my tip to draw it upward.  A briefly renewed thrill of fear clutched at my heart when I felt the hard touch of teeth against me as I was drawn in.
	In.  Yes, into a wolf’s muzzle.  A big wolf wanted my cock and was going to get it and there was not a damned thing I could do about it.  Nor, at that moment, was I inclined to even attempt.  Yeah, it was a wolf, a creature I had never expected to survive running into in its own element, much less find myself putting my dick into.  A breathy groan escaped my throat as that brief caress of hard edges gave way to the warm channel of the creature’s broad muzzle and my hips lifted of their own accord.  Traitor, those hips, acting of their own will to slide another inch of myself into that warm enclosure.  The wolf grunted softly, a pleased mixture of sigh and growl as it took the two inches those traitorous hips offered, and the remaining six in a slow downward push of its huge head.  I shuddered and moaned a choked cry as it took me fully, the cold touch of the monster’s nose pressing into the sole bit of hair I let remain on my loins.  A mere little tuft, that, just enough to tickle my boyfriend’s nose, when I had a boyfriend.
	Unfortunately I had been regrettably single for the past four months, aside from the occasional one night fling with the old friend now and then.  Friends with benefits could not be denied and when they offered a hot dick I was never one to turn that down.  Or a blowjob, gods no, never deny that!  Usually that offering was to give, or receive, a hot bit of oral pleasure.  No one had gone so far as ride my ass in months.
	But I digress, my relationship failures of the past half year mean not shit when I had my dick in a monster’s face.  Strong hands slipped upward along my thighs from knees to hips, the touch of claws scraping slowly across my flesh until they slid inward across my groin.  My hips bucked and shuddered and I found myself more and more beginning to agree with them, the wolf’s warm muzzle felt like nothing I had ever experienced it before.  Firstly, and really the most important fact, was that it could take all of me in one go.  I’ve had deep through before, but I had never found it all that marvelous because the throat is a fucking hell of a lot more narrow than the mouth.  When a guy took my entire eight inches it felt like I was trying to cram the head of my cock through the mouth of a soda bottle.  When I’d tried to deep throat in return all I ever did was gag ingloriously.
	This beast could take every bit of my length and not bottom out in the constriction of its epiglottis.  Thick, furry thumbs slid down to either side of my balls and lifted them against the wolf’s chin as it drew that strangely sensational muzzle upward slowly and my hips strove upward.  Those hands kept me down, though, and the beast made a sound; a slow rolling growl that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.  In return all I could do was grunt a sigh as my cock, held upright by those big furry paws, was slowly licked around and around my head.
	Oh, that motherfucker did know damn well how to tease a cock.  The tip of its thin, dexterous tongue teased just below the tip of my cock with short, soft licks that sent me into paroxysms of need.  Blow me, damnit, I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare.  It, he or she or what the fuck ever I didn’t care at that moment, may have been teasing me to the edge of blowing spunk all over its lips, but I had no idea how long that good favor would last.  I dropped my hands down to stroke the creature’s forearms, feeling thick fur over bone and muscle.
	Now, I don’t know dogs, I’ve never had one as a family pet.  All I knew about them was from those my friends or lovers had owned, and that was just ‘come here, Rover.  Good dog” and pet the thing.  So I had no idea just how muscular to expect those forearms to feel, but I didn’t feel any flab.  But hey, this beast had to run down its prey and subdue it by sheer force of its strength, so I little expected it to be a fat fuck.
	While I was contemplating the muscularity of those forearms the wolf rubbed under my nuts, lifting and rolling them with its thumbs while it continued to stroke me with that marvelous tongue.  No man had ever been able to lathe such a profound tongue stroke on me.  While the tip was caressing the soft flesh of my naked balls the base of it was half way up my length and, as it lifted its head that tongue only seemed to grow longer with the opening of its muzzle.  Ohhhh but damn that felt good.
	And here I am, lauding the tongue of a fur-bound bipedal wolf like a god damned slut, but it was!  I swear, it would not have to do anything more than lick me like that and I was going to bust a nut hard.  It’d been weeks since anyone helped me to that end and I’d been forced to just resort to old Rosy Palm since then.  Now I needed that touch, any touch, to light a fire in my balls like a furnace.
	Reaching the tip of my cock again the wolf angled its head and consumed me again, fully, burying its nose in my tuft of groin hair with a growling huff.  With a gasp I clutched its arms and my hips jerked, slamming my groin into its nose as my cock jerked against the unyielding curve of the beast’s palette.  Oh, it may have been a wolf, but it was a gods be damned talented wolf, and too much more of that and I’d be joining the beasty club.
	And then it just flat out blew my mind with its next amazing trick.  Oh, it might seem simple in words, but oh my fucking gods… the beast rolled its tongue.  Yeah, simple, eh?  Oh, but when that tongue is at least a good ten inches from tip to root, when the entire length of it rippled down the underside of my cock it was like a tsunami laced with dynamite going off in my loins.  I let out a gasping moan of pleasure that I just can’t find words for and my hips jerked up solidly against the weight of those hands, slamming my groin into the monster’s muzzle.  I’ve had guys do that trick, but a human tongue is, what, two inches long?  Not the same thing, by any conceivable stretch of the imagination.
	The wolf replied to my gasp and thrust with a hitching, rumbling sort of growl that I could only assume, and hope, was pleased laughter as its tongue continued that rolling pressure along the underside of my cock.  Its jaw clenched with just enough pressure along my length to prevent me from popping my cork right there on the spot and my hips fell back down, if only briefly, before giving another hard thrust.  As if bouncing from the impact the beast drew its head up, shifting its hands to my hips, until only my ever-so-engorged tip was held behind its dangerously sharp teeth, then plunged back down to meet the next thrust.
	Oh, this was heaven, it was hell, and I was going to let this monster do whatever the fuck it wanted to my body as long as it kept sucking my cock like that.  I dropped my hands to its head and gripped the thick fur of the monster’s ruff as I merrily rode its muzzle.  Gods, my hands were holding the head of a wolf, a gods be damned monster by every childrens’ tale I had ever been told, and enjoying myself beyond anything a fable would ever even think of.  What would mommy ever think?  Hah, oh gods!
	I was just about there, my orgasm churning in my balls eager for release, and I was rising to it with more speed than I had ever done before even with Adam, that son of a bitch, when suddenly the muzzle wasn’t there anymore.  I let out an agonized cry when the wolf’s muzzle drew away entirely, letting my throbbing cock down with a teasing lick.  My fingers fisted into those thick cheek ruffs and pulled but there was no swaying the power of the beast as it simply lifted its head out of my grasp.  The springs of the old sofa creaked as the beast pushed itself up entirely and, but for a dim shadow against the near total darkness, I could not track it.
	“Oh, oh damn you, don’t fucking stop now!” I choked, casting about for it with one hand while I grabbed my needy cock with my other and stroked frantically, but it was just not the same and far from sufficient compared to the bliss of that rolling, suckling tongue.  A large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my cock.  “Damnit!” I cursed but, upon releasing my wrist, it just tapped the back of its hand against my wrist in a very direct message:  Don’t touch.
	Oh but fucking damn I wanted to.  My balls set to aching almost instantly, an agonizing case of blue balls in dire need.  Distracted by that building ache I didn’t immediately catch the shift of the upholstery as the wolf shifted its position.  I did not catch the slight adjustment in the arm of the couch as the weight of a hand leaned down on it near my head, or the creaking groan of aged structure as another hand rested atop the couch nearby.  It wasn’t until a warm, wet caress stroked across my lips did I notice, and it’s impossible not to notice a broad tongue when it’s being slowly stroked across half of your face.
	That sure as hell gave me a start and I twitched.  Oh, yes, I’ve been glommed by friend’s dogs before, but never outright kissed by one.  I froze there, not sure exactly how to go about returning a wolf’s kiss.  If that monster put its tongue in my mouth I would flat out choke on it.  After the lick its tongue drew away, and as it had earlier, I could sense the wolf hovering there, its warm breath caressing my freshly dampened flesh.  Swallowing the lump in my throat I lifted my head a little, blindly bumping its lips, and gave a shaky peck in return.  Short, soft fur tickled my lips but the wolf did not try to provide a deeper kiss.  A warm huff of breath escaped its nose and the couch muttered as the wolf shifted.
	A moment later I felt short, soft, dense fur against my cheek that slid upward across my lips.  And that touch was not the wolf’s lips.  I didn’t need to be a damn genius to figure out what that was.  I huffed at the feel of the wolf’s heavy, sheathed cock brushing against my cheek and lips, grinning like a fool.  That’s how you want it, huh, big boy?  I can cock tease with the best of them, and if you’re going to leave me aching and needy well then fuck, I can match you!
	Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention?  It was a boy wolf, a big boy wolf by the judge of that heavy package slowly brushing back and forth across my lips.  The scent of it was far from what I would have ever expected.  It wasn’t dirty, for one, considering there’s probably not a single functioning inch of plumbing in the entire enclave.  For another its musk was not overwhelmingly potent, though unmistakably male.  Not like any human male, either, but don’t ask me to define it for you.  I’ve never had my face in a dog’s crotch to give any sort of worthwhile explanation.  Warm, heavy, but subtle is about all I could say, the fur itself really had no odor at all.
	Considering the charnel stench of the alley I ran through that was quite surprising.
	As the wolf drew its sheath down across my lips I turned my head slightly and nosed the tip, which smelled altogether more powerful, with a musky bitterness to it that made my nose wrinkle.  Okay, that wasn’t pleasant, but wasn’t disgusting either.  I’d been with a couple of guys who were not cut and knew well that, if they were not fastidious about their hygiene, it could get a bit funky under that foreskin.  I’ve never blown one that wasn’t cleaned, however.  At the inquisitive brush of my lips across its sheath tip, which was nested in a tuft of very soft fur, the beast stopped moving and waited.
	Yeah, I know what you want, big boy, and you’re gonna get it.  Hell, if he didn’t my fate was far from guaranteed even if I didn’t want to suck the monster’s cock.  And I did, oh boy did I ever.  After arousing me mindless with that blowjob there was no way in hell I was going to pass up the opportunity to give him a raging case of blue balls in return.  Well, at least while it was giving me a blowjob the beast was not immune; the slight dampness and subtly acrid smell of what I could only assume was pre filled my nose as I leaned close.  Steeling myself I lipped at the soft tuft of fur, pushing against it lightly as I slipped my tongue out to give it a lick.  The fur tasted, well, as one might expect fur to taste, however that is.  The dampness tasted as it smelled, subtly acrid but not unpleasantly so, with a slightly bitter nutty undertone.  Whether that was the taste of the fur itself or the wolf’s burgeoning arousal I didn’t know.
	Bravely I leaned closer and pushed my lips against that soft tip, feeling the warm flesh under it slipping back to expose the wolf’s tip.  Okay now, all aroused beyond rational thought aside, that tasted pretty fucking rank.  The musky, nutty taste that infused my mouth blew through my senses and I could only stop there, hovering on the edge of revulsion, and choked down a swallow with just the back of my throat.  Oh, fuck, if he tasted like that this was going to be a pretty unpleasant job.  The wolf’s stomach tensed and it huffed out a growling gasp as my tongue slipped around that tip, which was altogether inhuman.
	It was tapered and slender, slick with that rank tasting musk that made me want to gag.  I fought the response back as I licked and circled that tip, mapping out the alienness of it.  I’d never before so much as seen a dog’s cock, and here I was licking at the tip of a wolf’s.  People had described them to me, and I’d seen dog shaped dildos, so I had some clue, but as for the real thing this was the first time I’d ever been anywhere near one in the flesh.  And was I ever near, an inch of it was in my mouth and the owner of it was huffing and growling over me while his entire body quivered with restrained need.
	Yeah, how does it feel you big teasing fucker?  I took my time, finding that the rank, nutty musk faded with reassuring swiftness.  Whatever gave it that sharp tang was not inherent of the flesh itself, so I assumed it was something that came from the sheath itself.  Okay, I could work with that.  The initial musk of taking my boyfriend was always the same, but never nearly so fucking potent.  It always went away pretty quick and, by the time I was face down in their crotch I was beyond caring about a little muskiness anyway.  The wolf seemed to be no different in that regard, if a hell of a lot more powerful.
	Opening my mouth further I suckled softly upon that tip, feeling how it twitched and pulsed under my ministrations, as proud as I always was at feeling how I could bring pleasure to another person.  Even if this wasn’t a person, in the same regards as my human lovers, but it was something I could give pleasure to, and torture.  Over me the wolf huffed and growled, the fabric of the couch creaking in protest as its claws dug in.  Powerful hips shuddered and twitched, eager to thrust but held solidly in check.  I had to give him that, at least he was not going to just slam that spear into my throat straight off.
	Slipping the arm closest to the beast around the back of one leg I slid my hand upward to stroke its muscular, furry rump while I tortured the first inch or so with my tongue.  The shaft twitched strongly and an infusion of warm, slightly acrid tasting wetness washed across my tongue.  Pre, oh yes, there’s no failing to identify that.  It was nothing like human, again, being a wolf.  It was more thin, much more fluid, and not nearly as slick but neither unpleasant in its dry taste.  Pulling against the beast’s rump I pushed my mouth downward when I felt the tension of his rump building.  It wanted to thrust, and if I kept teasing as I was, he probably would despite his attempts to hold back.
	I took half of him with the first drop of my head and he let out a whining, muffled howl as the muscles of his stomach fluttered and his tail jerked upward.  I slid my hand further up, fingers tracing along the furry cleft of his rump, and grinned around the cock in my mouth.  I could feel it beginning to thicken, being less than an inch in girth as it was.  Drawing my head back I kissed the spear-like tapered tip, flicking my tongue across what I assumed was the opening, before pushing my head down again and taking more.  Oh, but I wanted more, I wanted all of it, and I wanted it right-the-fuck-now thank you, but I wasn’t going to give him the immediate pleasure.  Not after he left my balls aching with the need to explode.
	As I drew my head back the monster let out a low, deep groan and huffed for breath while I kissed and lapped lightly at his tip.  Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it big boy?  You want it, but how bad do you want it?
	Stupid thought of a foolish mind, that.  He told me just how much he wanted it when I pushed my head against him to take a bit more of his length.  He didn’t wait for me to take; he gave.  His rump tensed and his hips flexed and, with a gagging snort of surprise I felt the beast’s entire length slide into my mouth to poke solidly against the back of my throat.  Now, usually, this would elicit a gag reflex strong enough to make the normal person puke their guts out on the spot.  But, by the miracles of modern science, I had gotten some minor surgery performed two years ago that eliminated my gag reflex.  So when the tapered tip of his cock pressed into the back of my throat all I felt was the pleasure of the beast’s need.  I let out a muffled huff into the thick fur pressing against my nose and waited for him to draw back.  I felt a slightly greater thickness against my lips and, judging by the dildos I’d seen in the past, assumed it would be what I’d heard was the beast’s knot.
	I’d even had a couple of those toys used on me, both solid and sleeves over someone’s cock, and usually I could take that bulging base.  Some were freakishly huge and I fervently hoped that those were mere exaggerations of nature.  If he was half the size of those I would be sorely challenged to just open my mouth wide enough to take the girth of his shaft alone.
	Adam had one, but he never used it.  The monstrosity was more to freak out his newer conquests as it lay in his box of other toys than it was for any sort of actual use.  It was almost the length of my forearm and as thick as my wrist.  The bulge at the toy’s base was easily six inches in diameter and it made me wince just to think about it.  Big boy, big wolf, please oh very very much please don’t be that damn huge.
	I was soon going to find out, because the monster’s cock was thickening with stunning speed as his hips drew back and then leaned forward again to press his tip against my throat again.  It pulsed powerfully, twitching with muscular strength as more and more of his pre spattered across my tongue and palette.  He did not outright thrust, either because he liked slow more than fast (blessed be that) or he was restraining himself for my benefit.  Initially he was perhaps an inch in girth, and once the nasty funk of his sheath musk faded under the washing of my tongue, he was not bad at all.  The flesh was hot and smooth, thicker along the first third as it swelled, tapering smoothly toward the bulge at his base.  I coaxed the furry flesh of his sheath back from that knot with my other hand, obeying his earlier command not to touch my twitching, needy erection, not knowing if he could even get it out of his sheath once it was full up.
	With one hand toying at the muscular curves of his powerful rump I cupped his balls with my other hand.  They were big, much bigger than my own, and slightly cool to the touch.  The fur upon them was quite short and dense, delightful to feel as my fingers lifted and stroked them.  I played my tongue along the underside of his length as it slid smoothly back and forth in my mouth.  Feeling it thicken with arousal was spectacular, knowing I was its cause.  The only time I’d felt such arousal in the past was when I gave my boyfriends a wake up blowjob, taking their flaccid human flesh in my mouth and suckling it to arousal.
	It always felt wonderful growing in my mouth.
	At least he was not freakishly thick once he stopped growing.  Not being able to see I had to guage by what I was feeling in my mouth, and it felt good.  It was perhaps two and a half inches at its thickest, tapering down to two inches just before the bulk of his slick knot.  All told, not considering the knot, it was maybe ten inches in length.  Now, let me tell you, that is a lot of cock to manage!  I was longer than Adam, at eight inches, but not as thick as his two and some change, but this beast was a freaking spear.
	A thick spear, mind you, and a nice hard one with a blunt tip copiously filling my mouth with his fluid thin pre.  But ten inches is a hell of a lot to choke on.  Despite my most earnest efforts I could only take eight of him and each time he bottomed out against my throat I had to simply stop breathing because he was so thick and his pre was spurting out under a good bit of pressure.  Shifting my hand I cupped his huge knot in my palm and the wolf hissed happily as he dropped his hips forward, shoving my head solidly against the back of the arm against which it rested.
	His cock pushed and pulled, then suddenly swiveled in my mouth as the wolf shifted over me, hip pushing against my arm forcing me to drop it out of the way.  Heavy balls brushed my brow and I almost did gag, despite the corrective surgery, as his weight crushed that cock deeper into my mouth than I thought I could take.  A shadow hove over me, his leg, as the beast moved himself to mount my face all the more heavily.  Throat filled with cock I felt a very real fear that he’d suffocate me if he blew his load right then.  As it was I had to gulp furiously just to keep the steady flood of pre going to my stomach and not lungs.
	My head was pushed to one side as a thickly furred leg pushed down between it and the back of the couch, one more taking the wolf’s full weight and blessedly pulling half of his choking length out of my mouth.  I gasped around that thickness for breath because my nose was simply insufficient to ease the screaming of my lungs.  While he moved I drew my arms up to my chest just to get them out of the way and waited until he settled himself.
	With the darkness it was somewhat difficult to figure out the positions but figured he was kneeling over my head getting ready to give me a good, solid face fucking.  Muscular, furry thighs brushed against my ears and his smell; very masculine and wild in a bestial way.  Once he stopped moving I reached up one hand to cup his knot again and was graced with a heavy rumble of approval as his hips drew up a couple of inches.
	My ears told me that the beast’s growl was not somewhere above my head but rather somewhere much further south but I was enjoying the shear bestial carnality of a mouth filled by twitching wolf cock so much I didn’t catch it.  What I did catch, however, was his lick.
	Oh yes, there was no missing that; not when it caressed my ever-so-needy erection from glans to balls and back.  I gasped and cried out around the muffling girth spilling pre into my throat, making a gurgling sound through the pooling wet, and threw my hips upward with needful abandon.  Yes, yes, oh gods please yes, do that some more!
	And he did, oh did he ever, gentle caresses of that broad, facile tongue that drove me stark mad with lust and need.  I gulped at his cock as his hips rolled in slow, firm thrusts that never quite bottomed out in my throat and always left me wanting more… and I always took it, suckling greedily at each powerful spray of wolf precum.  While I pulled stroked his bulging knot with one hand I slid the other one up around his waist to grab his hips and pulled him down.  His thighs kept their own time despite my urgent efforts to bring him down, to coax him into just flat out burying himself in my throat again.
	He was a wolf, a beast, a gods be damned monster, and I just could not get enough of his cock.  Yeah, okay, call me a slut, but Adam pushed me into it!  At least I was alive, and a wolf was about to pop my cork in ways that I had never before imagined, so, yeah, I was cock hungry and out of my fucking mind.  And I was still going to kick his balls into orbit.
	Only now I might just wait until after his promised month of blowjobs.
	Groaning and writhing under the wolf, loosing myself in the slow, rolling thrusts and steady warmth of his pre, I gasped as I felt the hard, deadly edges of his front teeth ever so lightly nibbling the flesh along the underside of my cock.  My balls ached and my loins burned and I knew that the moment the wolf took me in his muzzle again I was going to simply explode.
	So lost was I in the resumption of his evil cock torture I quite neglected to note that his own thrusts had increased in tempo, pressing into my mouth a little longer with shorter draws, and the scent of him had increased remarkably.  It was far from unpleasant, both earthy and warm, but with his balls only six inches from my nose each time I took him as much as I could it could not be missed.  It wasn’t until I felt his knot beginning to swell further, and it was not small by far, that I noticed that the bulging cock in my mouth was notably thicker as well.
	My eyes popped wide, despite being blind as a bat, as I felt a rushing surge quite more powerful than the pulse of his heart race past the fingers clutching his knot and the wolf’s thick cock got even larger.  His hips jerked up at the clutch at his knot, pulling a bit of his thickening shaft from my mouth a moment before its absence was replaced by high pressure gyser of wolf cum that exploded from his tip.
	Even as the wolf’s orgasm blew into my mouth the wolf dipped his head and captured my entire length in one fell go in that surprised moment where my hips stopped thrusting.  Immediately his muzzle clamped down and his tongue rippled along my already over-sensative length.  Swallowing hastily I gurgled and cried out, spattering wolf seed from the corners of my mouth, as the paired sensations; wolf orgasm in my face and hot wolf muzzle sealed around my cock, sent me sailing so far over the edge I lost the entire planet.
	My cock throbbed and jumped, my entire lower body locking up like an over-revved engine seizing, as I threw my hips up into that wonderful heat, not caring a whit that I was driving my cock into a passage bracketed by teeth that could shred it in a blink.  My sole concern was, oh my fucking god yes I’m blowing my load like dynamite, and trying not to drown on the flood filling my mouth.  I gulped hastily and clutched his hips with one hand frantically, my other hand milking and squeezing his not, taking delight each time I felt the contents of his balls race powerfully through the root, swelling the knot, and surging through that cock to spend itself lustfully in my hungry mouth.
	Oh, fuck.
	Oh, fucking hell, the wolf was a god in fur; one of those old Greek gods who masqueraded among mankind in the form of animals way back in the day.  His muzzle was a dream of pure lust and that cock, well, wow, there was just no comparing it to a guy blowing his load.  Even my most copious boyfriends could not unload what this monster was spewing into me, challenging me to swallow it all.  Other than that first gurgling cry I was managing the task but it just would not stop.  It ebbed considerably, yes, after maybe thirty seconds or so but I’ve never had a guy’s climax last more than fifteen seconds.  My orgasm, while mind numbing in its intensity, lasted maybe ten in the wonderful heat of that beast’s toothy muzzle.  My entire body, wrought tense by the wolf’s torturous build up, slumped back into the couch before his own had even peaked.
	As the last of his gushing flood faded I relaxed the grip upon his hip and knot and drew my head back enough to get a breath in, stifling down a cough as some of the spunk tickled my lungs.  It didn’t taste bad at all; not exactly the salty, subtly sweet sticky slickness of a man’s, but pretty damn good nonetheless.  Much more fluid and with a stronger muskiness, less salt and no sweet at all, but not so much I could not enjoy the absolute hell out of it.
	The wolf relaxed as well, but his erection did not fade as swiftly as my own, much to my envy.  He gently continued to lick mine; though not a single drop of gods knows how much I gave him had escaped the hungry depths of his muzzle, careful to stay away from the almost painfully sensitive tip.  For his own part his orgasm did not seem to end so much as just switch to low-flow cum saver mode.  It continued to throb and pulse under the gentle ministrations of my hand and mouth it kept up a steady flow of whatever followed his cum.  It was much like his pre; thin and runny.  The taste was half way between semen and pre, so I was satisfied.
	After several long minutes the wolf shifted again, leaning against the back of the couch and slowly sliding down against it as he pushed himself generally upright.  One leg shifted above my head while the other maneuvered under my shoulders.  His cock pulled up and I turned toward him, pushing myself up on one elbow, to follow it greedily.  I was not about to let him go until he was sheathed again.  Hell, his knot was not even showing any signs of shrinking.  How long was this fellow going to last, anyway?
	One large, strong hand supported my head as the beast sat himself up right.  More like sprawled into the corner of the couch, giving me room to stretch out and rest my head on his solid, furry thigh with that delightfully, carnally taboo wolf cock nested a good six inches in my mouth.  I settled myself comfortably, slipping one arm around his back to stroke the lush tail draped off along the back of the cushions, and relaxed in beatific bliss while his strangely indefatigable erection continued to spurt steady pulses of warm, musky fluid into my mouth.
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	Damn.  Just damn!  I wasn’t sure if it was a fluke, but if the wolf’s hard lasted as long as it was every time I think I may just find myself converting to dog cock.  By the time it stopped trickling and spurting the wolf’s lingering, low grade orgasm my jaw was beginning to ache.  To be honest I’d never had an erect cock in my mouth for nearly so long and I simply did not have the muscular stamina for it.  Flaccid cocks, yeah, when the guy I was with lost his hard after orgasm and I was too drunk, or tired, to bother moving my head.  But this monster was just indefatigable!
	I wasn’t sure how long he went, and I wasn’t about to fumble around to check my watch, by the time I felt that huge knot beginning to shrink and the cock along with it.  Throughout it all the wolf panted softly and stroked my head with one hand.  He did not push or guide my suckling mouth, seemingly quite satisfied just to be getting that blowjob.  The wolf’s cock did not go flaccid; it simply became considerably thinner and shorter, but maintained a core rigidity that did not lapse.  Eventually the beast’s sheath slipped over the shrunken bulge of his knot and slipped up against my lips, prompting me to back off.
	Slowly I pushed myself up onto one elbow while I wiped my other forearm across my face.  I was a complete mess; my cheeks and lips were slick with sweat and what little wolfcum I was not able to gulp down when he first cut loose, and god knows whatever mud I landed in when I slid down that ramp.  A furry, strong finger hooked under my chin and drew my head up.  I could feel his breath on me, smell the strong fetor of the wolf’s muzzle underlain with the scent of my own semen.  It was not a disgusting odor, mind you, just hot and damp.  All I could see was a darker shadow in the inpenatrable gloom, but I trusted that deeper darkness.  Now, anyway, I felt I could trust him.
	I hoped I could, for he was still a wolf, even if a wonderfully hung wolf with the everlasting hard-on.  After a moment a felt a warm touch that started along the line of my left jaw, across my cheek and then lips; the wolf’s tongue.  Yeah, now, that felt just like the lick of every dog I had ever run across before.  But, at the same time, it was quite different; more slow, more tender as he cleaned my face with gentle licks.  Then I guess he kissed me.  Well, yeah, I guess.  It felt strange when the short, stiff fur of the wolf’s lips stroked my own, as I’d never really cared much for beards at all.  The beast’s tongue touched my lips and after a momentary pause I opened my mouth to the strange, animalistic intrusion.  That tongue did not drive fully into my mouth, however, merely gracing my lips and teeth and my own tongue for a few moments before the wolf broke his kiss and leaned back.  He drew my head down against his chest and shifted on the couch; stretching himself as he relaxed.
	He let out a long, deep whuffling rumble that echoed my own satisfied sigh and I nuzzled into the fur that swathed the beast’s broad chest.  Somewhere under all that thick fur were nipples. I wondered if he just had two, or a half dozen but I didn’t feel like exploring. After the excess of vodka, headlong flight through the forest, adrenaline rush of my expected demise, and then that blessedly marvelous blowjob, I was simply down to the very core of my being spent.  So, after a surprisingly short time, I slept.

	I had no idea how long I slept, but I awoke feeling dizzy and disoriented as hell, alone in the darkness.  How had that big furry son of a bitch moved without waking me up?  Pushing myself up on one arm I peered around in the dark, but the basement room was still impenetrable gloom.  I could make out dim shapes in the dark; lighter colored things that might have been tables or chairs or god knows what else, but nothing beyond that.  Somewhere in the distance I could see dim cracks in what I assumed were dirt covered windows letting in the moonlight and diffuse glow of the perimeter lights.  That’s what lent enough light for me to see those most pale of objects, but nothing more.
	And I couldn’t see the wolf.