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. A/N; Welcome to Cur County, a series that wil be heavily canine/canine focused. If you have dog/wolf characters you'd like written into the lore, I do take commissions- just shoot me a messege and we can work out details :)

CHAPTER ONE - ICE IN MY VEINS

Cur County was a big place for a manmade island, spanning cities and towns and farmland. You could find everything from the remnents of peaceful villages to the towering bones of old skycrapers and flashy monuments. It was as modern or decorated a place as any else in the world, with the only difference being that the island had been left to time rather than maintained by the hands of the humans who'd created it. In their absence, nature had reclaimed much of what had been left behind; yards drowning in grass, buildings beaten by the elements and choked in vines, open feilds dotted with shrubs and young trees. Even the roads, now nothing more than a serpentine graveyard for the cars left abandoned on their winding path, were covered in moss and dirt and played eco-system to dozens of organisms, bugs, and bacteria.

In the eyes of the humans it was a world forgotten by time, but for Ice things were as they always had been. The concrete buildings with their smashed windows and lichen covered walls were as familiar and normal as the trees, and the hard tar roads as common-place as the streams and deer-paths he hunted along near the fringes of the city he called home.

Like any other dog on the island, Ice was a mutt when it came to his breed, the specifics of his bloodline being long forgotten in the eighty years since humans had left the island. All he knew was that he was a husky mix of some kind, a large, white, muscular dog with a compact build and powerful legs. His icey blue eyes had given him his name, and as he'd grown from a pup into an adult his attitude had followed suite. Solitary and curt to the point of unfriendliness, it wasn't hard for other dogs to pick up on the 'leave me alone' vibes that radiated from the male.

In all though, life wasn't bad for him. He knew he had it a lot better then some dogs out there, big enough to hold his own and ripe with the confidence to make his bite as bad as his bark. The scars of a fighter littered his body, and any dog at a glance could tell that he was the sort of canine who would fight rather than flee if given the choice. Maybe it was his pride, maybe he was just stubborn, or maybe he just liked the feeling of his blood rushing through his body, but Ice was the kind to go for blood more often than not if given an excuse.

He wasn't a bully, though. That's one thing he could always pride himself in. There were a lot of smaller or less confident dogs who found themselves on the short end of the stick simply because what they had was easy to take from them. Food, shelter, mates, pups. All of it could be taken in a breath in Cur County, and more often than not it was large, capable dogs like Ice who were responsible. He had always made a point to only challenge dogs that deserved it, to sink his fangs into the arrogan pricks of he world who were fine with being dicks just because they could. Well, Ice could be a dick too- he just liked to choose a different kind of target.

Yup, for dogs like him it was a different kind of ballgame, but he wasn't much for the spotlight. He'd never joined a pack or wanted to start one, had never made anything of himself in the community beyond a recogniable face who was good for odd jobs around the city. Still, the life had its perks.

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She tasted so good.

A good bitch wasn't easy to come by in Cur County. There were more dogs prowling the island then any other creature and it made for a dangerous place. A female in heat was a female with eyes on her, many of which belonged to male who wouldn't think twice about a think like consent. Therefore, it had become common-place for most parents to arrange courtships for their daughters at a young age, easing the burden of their heat by providing a partner to help protect and provide for them. It was the same weather you were a stray or a pack dog, and so it wasn't every day you found a pretty bitch in heat looking for some release.

She was a pack dog, probably the daughter of some male who'd had plans to auction her off to whatever male could come up with the best offer. Sometimes pairings were done with politics in mind, hoping to gain allies or ease tensions, other times it was for sheer gain; food, land, another female. Pack dogs didn't have to worry about their females getting snatched up as often, not if the reputation of their group was worth anything.

*"Isn't Daddy gonna be mad that your off fucking a stray instead of whichever noble he's got picked out for you?" * he snoeered as he pressed his hips foreward and sunk a good half of his dick into her, groaning as her entire pussy tightened up around him and a whimpering moan came from the body beneath his own.

"I-I don't care! I'm tired of waiting for him to accept that I'm ready for a mate." she gasped, a pretty chocolate lab mutt whose legs were trembling just as much as her voice. Ice had made sure to lick hard and deep into that tight little slit of her, leaving her panting and sensitive, . Now she was beneath him practically squirming for relief, leaning back into him and wiggling her hips as she slowly eased another inch of his tapered cock into her.

"I can see that." he chuckled, horny beyond belief but still managing to find humor in he girls prediciment.

That was one thing he loved and hated about Cur County. It was so unpredictable that you never knew what you were going to find on any given day. It was by sheer luck that he had crossed paths with a needy woman willing to fuck him instead of some asshole looking to fuck him over, and he knew that at any time his luck could run out.

As for the female, her name was Fern or soemthing like that, and he'd found her skulking around the city limits in the brush licking herself in an attempt to find some sort of relief from her heat. His bold approach had quickly set off a series of events that had led to now, where he stood gripping her waist with her pussy spread tight over his meat.

Gods, was there anything better then fucking a tight, wet little bitch until she was screaming your name? Ice didn't think so. It wasn't often that male strays (dogs without a pack) managed to cross paths with an available female, and even then some of them were willing to fight to keep a dog off their back. There were pleanty of males who never let that stop them, but Ice always found it more enjoyable when the screams were those of ecstacy rather than agony.

And so he went to work to do just that. The bitches cunt was hot and slick from her own jusices, every shallow thrust foreward made a blissful challenge by the clenching and quivering of her hungry sex as it fought to swallow more of him up. As the seconds ticked by and her vagina became more pliant, he began to thrust a little harder, finding a pace that had her gasping and whimpering beneath him as her tongue lolled from her jaws.

It wasn't long before the girl was a wreck beneath him. He could feel her legs shaking and they struggled to support both of their weights and she had attempted to say something a few times only for it to dissolve into keening whines and heavy panting. ices response was to double-down on her, adjusting his hips to a new angle before boring down on it with deep, sharp pumps. The girl yelped and struggled foreward only to lose her footing and have her front paws buckle under her, leaving her face-down, ass-up, and crying out with renewed lust.

"Oh shit! Oh shit it's so fucking deep!!" she cried, paws scrabbling weakly at the ground but unable to rise with Ice using the new angle against her.

Ice didn't respond, to lost in the waves of his own building orgasm for his brain to care about anything other then the feeling of her slick, hot walls and the sensation of his tapered tip briefly meeting with her womb with each pump of his hips. The only thing keeping them from sitting flush against each other was his knot, a thick, growing bulb that pressed farther into her lips with each forceful meeting of their bodies. He could feel her hole slowly stretch a little more each time pushed into her, and when he was certain he'd stretched her to that pivitol point, he jerked foreward and ground his hips roughly into her. A deep grown of satisfaction slipped from his mouth just as as loud yelp left that of the girl beneath him, and he felt her open up to swallow the last few inches of him.

Knotting a bitch was always his favorite part. The way their entire body seized up and clamped down on his rock-hard organ, their sex cradling every inch of his shaft and knot white his ever sensitive tip pressed hard into the small opening of their heat-soft womb and just emptied itself into their deepest place. How they'd shudder and gasp and cry as they rode out their own orgasms beneath him, sore, over-stimulated pussy rippling along his length and sucking at his shaft like a newborn calf, guzzling every drop of milk he had to offer.

Standing on his own four paws again, a bitch literally hanging off his dick beneath him, Ice had to say that it was a pretty good start to the week. Hopefully, that luck wouldn't run out any time soon.