Missy
An absolutely pointless little tale about two non-anthro canines doing what comes naturally.
Missy
by Caracalsie
A 12-year old boy in raggy blue jeans tromped through the saplings on the edge of his family's field, peering into the woods just behind the broken-down fence that separated their property from the forest. "Missy," he called out, "Missy!" Waving a juicy piece of salami he tried again. "Missy, come here girl!" Getting no response, he sighed and trod off in another direction.
Not too far away, a lean Timber Wolf pricked his ears up at the sound of the human boy. His hair stood on end as he listened nervously, but when it was clear the child was moving in the opposite direction, the wolf continued on his way. He had a pressing goal at hand that overweighed his natural wariness of people. Once the boy was out of range, the male wolf put his nose to the ground and once again sought out the trail of his bitch.
Meanwhile, Missy--the young boy's mischievous Golden Retriever--was happily trotting through the beautiful forest a half-mile from the old fence she had slipped through to explore the wild. She had heard the voice of her master calling, but the bountiful stimuli of the natural world beckoned more appealingly. There were squirrels to be chased, trees to be smelled, dirt to piss on... Missy didn't like to think of herself as a Bad Dog, but she wasn't Lassie. Let the young master search a little longer. He would eventually become bored and go fishing. Missy intended to be back before dinner to sit at his feet, gobble down his scraps and play with him. In the meantime, she let herself enjoy the bliss of wandering free.
Little did Missy know, in her house-pampered naivety, that she was being stalked through the trees by a wild canine. Oblivious to her feral brother's presence, she flushed a jay from the ground and barked it into a high branch. She dug a hole in the soft, musky soil. And she encountered a delightful pile of deer droppings to sniff. Missy was a happy dog indeed.
She trotted through the trees for another half hour until she realized by scent she was approaching the fence of the neighboring farm where lived a studly Black Labrador who often bred her when she was in season. Truth be told, he wasn't the only dog who had claimed her tail. Missy was somewhat of a slut. During her cycles she frequented all of the neighborhood dogs. Down the street was Kenak the Siberian Huskey, Teak the German Shepherd, next door there was Runo the Black Lab, behind him was Reynald the whippet, and of course on the other side of the farm was her favorite, Dominic the Great Dane. She even let Mr. Fluffy Paws the Shi-tzu have a go now and then, for what he lacked in height he more than made up for in enthusiasm. Missy wiggled her hindquarters in pleasure and briefly thought about going over to Runo's yard at that very moment. Then she remembered how he had snarled and snapped at her during breeding and decided to give someone else first dibs. Kenak was always good for a fine fuck, with the way his large furry sheath bunched against her swollen vulva as he humped her.
Wagging her tail expectantly, Missy turned towards Kenak's house... and found herself nose to nose with a wild wolf! Surprised, she jumped back a step, which spooked the wolf into doing the same. Ah, a game! Missy quickly overcame her shyness and bumped the wolf on the snout with her nose, then crouched in a play position. Suddenly she caught a whiff of the wolf's arousal, and could see the wetness emerging from the thick pocket of his sheath. Her kind of game indeed! With a flirty flip of her feathered tail, Missy bounded off right past the wolf's very nose!
The Timber Wolf had not tracked down his quarry only to have her run off for another stud to take. Already the intoxicating, tangy scent of her beginning heat had bewitched him. To have been that close to her, the wolf was all but drunk with single-minded lust. He was off after the Golden Retriever in a flash.
Missy darted too and fro through the dappled forest, pleased with her ingenuity at outwitting another love-dumb suitor. Even though they both won in the end, the game was such fun! She intended to let him catch up, only to loose him again in coquettish foreplay. But her prospective lover was slightly more intelligent than she anticipated.
Running low to the ground, the fleet-footed Timber Wolf rapidly and silently gained upon his prey. The bitch's gait was lively and smooth, her coat vibrant red and silky, falling from her form in glossy sheets. Her hindquarters were deliciously fluffy. And her tail, curved over her back, was a breathy streamer just inviting him to mount her. He would have her to bear his seed, give him pleasure. The golden canine was so gorgeous she was just asking to be possessed.
Missy vaulted a log into a well-lit clearing in the forest. She doubled back on her trail, darting under the log--only to find herself, to her surprise, nose to nose with the wolf again! The wolf parted his maw in a toothy grin and rolled his tongue out, knowing she was full well caught. When Missy dodged right, he dodged left. When Missy feinted left, he went right. When she turned tail, with a leap he was at her face again. But Missy wasn't without one last ploy to pull.
Tenderly licking the wolf's chin, she assumed her most enticing posture. Acting the temptress she was, Missy waved her luscious hindquarters in his face and lifted her soft tail to the side. The cue was too seductive to resist. The Timber Wolf growled deep in his throat and rose to mount her. With a triumphant yip, Missy ran out from under him. But faster than a snake the wolf's jaws struck forward and nabbed her by the scruff of her neck. Missy was yanked backward off her paws. Oh, he was good! No male she had met had such prowess as this wild brother! In short work he had not only chased her down, but trapped her as well! Missy jumped back to her feet, aroused by the wolf's hold on her. She wriggled her rump against his groin impatiently, feeling his male lust slide from its furry containment and bud against her hot hole.
Whining with anticipation, Missy begged for him to claim her. In her excitement and desire, she peed on the ground. A rush of sudden scent overwhelmed the Timber Wolf, making him giddy with lust. This bitch was more than ready for his seed. Well, she could have it!
The wolf's bulging member rushed completely from its sheath and he thrust deeply into the Golden Retriever bitch, hitting his mark on his first try. She was tighter, hotter, than any she-wolf he had taken, and she squealed like a puppy at his abrupt entrance. Clutching the bitch around the waist, the wolf thrust wildly, all thoughts of pack and pregnancy banished from his mind. At the moment he thought of only one thing; and that was pumping himself into Missy until every last drop of seed in his boiling balls was drained.
The Golden Retriever's tight passageway squeezed his wolfcock spasmodically as he humped into her hindquarters, the feathery fur on her rump tickling his growing knot. His bulbis glandis was sandwiched between the bitch's clasping love hole and his taunt sheath on every thrust, quickly driving him towards orgasm. Growling deep in his throat, the Timber Wolf grasped Missy around the waist harder for leverage before flexing his thighs for a single powerful thrust. With one unbending forward motion, the wolf drove his rigid penis into the unprepared Golden Retriever. His knot bulged against the resistance of her opening. Then, with a pop, it slid through.
Missy involuntarily clamped tight on the still-swelling organ, yipping with ecstasy as the sensation of his bulb throbbing against her walls drove her over the edge. The wolf snarled with aching pleasure as he felt himself near the point of no return. His legs tensed, his balls hugged tightly to his undertail and the tension in his massively stiff cock became unbearable. With a howl, he flooded the bitch with his seed. There was no greater pleasure than to feel his shaft piston its first jet of cum into a warm she-dog as orgasm banished everything else from his mind. Still in the throes of highest ecstasy, the Timber Wolf lifted his leg and dismounted the bitch so that they were rump to rump. Now his pumping testicles were between his body and the bitch's, riding the throbbing base of his cock.
Missies orgasmed again as she felt the wolf's churning seed fill her womb, unable to seep out past the engorged knot. His pounding balls were pushed right up against her most sensitive spot, and she whined with pleasure until she felt she could barely remain standing. The wolf rode out the continuation of his orgasm for a few minutes before his stream settled down to a trickle and he panted in the afterglow of the act. It wasn't until another 20 minutes had passed that his swollen knot had finally shrunk enough that his trickling penis could be pulled, with a pop, from the Golden Retriever's sodden chamber. A gush of semen spilled out into her fur, which he sniffed at while she licked his red organ clean.