Shadow of the Dust
Haluam Dal watched the grey clouded world shift and bounce as he ambled through the old city. With the zero visibility the dust created, most would wander those streets blindly, stumbling around like the living dead that caused these deplorable conditions.
Haluam paused and brought his paws to his shoulders to readjust the strap of his hunting rifle before continuing on his way. The wolf peered through his goggles at a looming concrete wall that appeared from the miasma of choking dust. Haluam sighed deeply through the clean air that the half-mask on his muzzle provided him with. His lupine ears didn't have the energy to lift themselves from his dust covered skull, so they remained there, not scanning as they should.
Haluam approached the wall and started to follow it around the base of an abandoned sky scraper. Eventually the exhausted wolfs path led to a set of steps that brought him to the entrance of the building. The lone figure seemed wander through the some what cleaner air of the structure until he found his way into the main woman's restroom.
Walking to the end of the abandoned lavatory, Haluam opened the last stall and locked himself inside. Turning himself around, the lupine started removing his equipment: first his rifle, then his ammo belt and backpack, followed by his pistol holster and its contents, pursued by the heavy crowbar and his wide assortment of knives.
Haluam stared past his dust mask at the pile of equipment he had dropped, and, remembering why he took them off in the first place, collapsed with a muffled thud to the toilet seat to begin to fall into the depths of his dreams. With his body slumped against the pink tile behind him, Haluam removed his mask to rest on his neck. While he almost ripped off his goggles and clutched the plastic and elastic band in his right paw. Haluam Dals golden eyes started to squint in the precursor to sleep. His mind now started to wonder though the pages of his memories to decide on the appropriate horror to show him this instance. Flashes of light started show behind Haluams eyes as he lost his half hearted battle against sleep, and slumped completely into unconsciousness as the first good dream he had began to run through his mind.
*
"BRE!-VRE!-BRE!-VRE!-BRE!-VRE!-BRE!-SMACK!" a much younger Haluam slapped the alarm clock with as much force that the seventeen year old wolf could. An audible groan came from his futon bed but not from Haluam. It came from the nude blond malamute girl that spent the nearly sleepless night with the wolf.
She rolled out of his bed with another groan and realized how sore her neither region was. Stifling a chuckle with a wide yawn, she stumbled out Haluams room toward his adjacent bathroom to take a shower. The slim wolf remained in the bed, not quite awake, not quite asleep, and listened to his partner wash herself off. The teenager grinned widely as a crazy plan flowed across his mind.
Putting that plan into action, the young Haluam Dal stood up and stepped towards his closed bathroom door. Opening and closing it as quietly as possible, he hunched himself over and tiptoed quickly towards the shower. As he snuck closer, Haluam focused more intently on his prize and admired the fine curves of her body. He licked his chops as his eyes traced her lines all the way to her curled up tail and the malamutes perfect heart shaped ass. Closer and closer he crept, until he was barely an arms length away. The wolfs grin widened as he lowered himself to knees and leaned forwards to sniff right under her tail.
Proud of his undiscovered achievement, Haluam shifted his focus lower and, with a barely contained snicker, allowed his tongue to draw a lightning quick swipe from her sore lower lips all the way to her tight pucker. With a loud bark of surprise, the female malamute spun around and delivered a powerful slap to the side of the teenage wolfs face. The force of the blow sent Haluam sprawling into the side of the shower stall. His face was stinging, but his mouth was laughing as loud as it could.
"Oh my God! Are you crazy!? Why the fuck did you do that?" The pouting face of Haluams victim finally managed to some what silence his laughter
"Mmm, I did it because I still can't enough of that cookie!" the nude wolf joked.
The dogs knees buckled slightly as a gasp of exasperation escaped her muzzle.
"Whatever Haluam! I'll just finish my shower and be on my...hmph!" her statement of was cut off as the well-built teenager jumped to his feet and pinned the female to wall with a deep kiss. The malamute tensed and brought her hands up to shove him away before her arms betrayed her and instead wrapped the wolf in a tight embrace. Her body soon followed suit and she allowed herself to close her eyes and relax into the deep kiss.
Haluam mentally cheered as he felt the helpless women relax in his arms. He tightened his embrace around her and forced his tongue deeper into the already thoroughly explored muzzle. Haluam broke away from her as he felt her own explorer start to dance within his jaws only to begin tracing her neck with his lips. His head fell lower and lower, past her collar bone and onto her generous chest. He paused and closed his eyes as he brought his nose to breathe her scent intensely from her cleavage. He sighed deeply and began to lap gently at the perimeter of her tits; slowly building up force the closer he came to her erect nubs of pleasure.
The malamute started to pant heavily as Haluams mouth did its wonderful job, she could feel herself become wet. Large wolfish hands began to take the place of his mouth as Haluam moved his focus downwards. Eventually the hands disappeared to be placed on the blond furry hips of his partner. Her bust wasn't alone long as her own paws took over the job that was abandoned by Haluam.
The wolf broadened his grin once again as he stared at the swollen and puffy lips of the females pussy. Closing his eyes again, Haluam let himself carefully lick the full length of her slit, not letting his tongue disturb the beautiful sight before him. His efforts were rewarded with a gasping, "OH!" from above him. The young wolf glanced up through her cleavage at the lolling head of his partner and chuckled at the sight of her playing and pinching her breasts. The arousing sight caused Haluams balls to relax and black sheath to swell.
"Do you want me to eat you?" the darkly furred wolf asked.
"Yes! YES! I want you to eat me! You have to eat me out, NOW!" the blond malamute panted out as she squeezed her nipples harder.
"As you wish." was the brief reply from the wolf. Haluam smiled as he started to lap at her cunt; gently at first but steadily increased the pressure. With each stroke, the lupine tongue parted her lower lips more and dug in deeper. The female was now emitting a steady moan of pleasure as Haluams tongue did its magic. The wolf stopped lapping the sweet nectar she emitted, only to open his maw as wide as he could. He then shoved his wriggling tongue back into her depths. The canine's hips bucked against Haluams open muzzle, causing him to push his head back in-between her thighs. Haluam allowed his upper jaw rest above her ravished pussy and his lower to slip between her large cheeks.
His fangs pressed lightly through her fur to create tiny pinpricks of pleasure in a straight line down her lower body. The sensory overload was too much for the malamute to handle, and with a resounding scream, she climaxed into Haluams waiting mouth. He drank all of her glorious nectar. With a slurp, the wolf withdrew his cream covered tongue and rose back to his feet to embrace the breathless canine. He watched her carefully, and, as she came back down from her powerful orgasm, Haluam pressed his muzzle to hers in a long, deep kiss. Their tongues wrestled in each others muzzle, fighting to be dominant.
Breaking away from the kiss, Haluam tilted his head back to look in to the green eyes of his partner, and asked, "You ready for me?" Haluams thick, crimson, vein covered wolf meat contrasted deeply with his dark fur. The canine looked down at the red tapered monster that had extended itself from the lupine's crotch to end with its tip almost touching her entrance.
She bit her lower lip nervously and nodded, she remembered how much it stretched her the night before, and missed it sorely. The wolf smiled and kissed her again while at the same time pressing his thick slap of red meat through her slot. The malamute gasped into his mouth as the tapered point press past her outer lips the slip into her depths. She began groaning as the cock began stretching her and stretching and stretching. It kept getting thicker and thicker as each inch after glorious inch pressed into her folds.
The female began to feel the familiar tingles of pain as Haluams meat extended her beyond her normal limits. As he delved in, Haluam felt the resistance of her cervix as it tried to bar his entrance into her womb. The wolf pressed harder to remove that last piece of opposition, and with a resulting scream of pleasure from his counter part, he was in.
The malamute mind was blinded by the intense sensations caused by the wolfish intruder, her entire world revolved around her neither region and the impossibly large red intruder inside. As Haluam withdrew his member, the ambiance rang through the canine's body like a roll of blackcats, each little movement causing an explosion of white light behind her eyes as she orgasmed over and over again. Her head fell back to rest against the tile of the shower wall as her tongue lolled out of her gasping and moaning mouth. As Haluams blood red member was re-exposed to the outside air, the wolf roughly shoved his entire length back into her, hilting himself just before his knot.
"Unlike last night, I'm going to tie with you. Do you want it to happen?" Haluam stated, not for her permission, but for her information. The wolf began to thrust into her in a slow and methodical pace. The artic dog couldn't answer, all of her mental processing power was being used for what the wolf was stuffing in her poor, stretched pussy. Haluam began panting in an attempt to cool himself off as he began to quicken his thrusting. The teenage wolf could feel his twin orbs begin to tighten as they dumped slick pre-cum into the nearly unconscious canine. Haluam bent his head down and licked the top of one of her breasts, trailing it all the way up her slender neck to the bottom of her jaw.
Haluam groaned with the effort to not climax, he had to work himself all the way in first. Each of his powerful plunges brought his wolf knot slapping at her entrance, not even close to slipping in. The wolf growled heartedly as he reached down, and, sliding his arms under her legs, hoisted her off the shower's floor. The pleasure wracked bitch groaned at the sudden movement and braced her arms on Haluams shoulders and pressed her back against the cold tile wall as her legs spread themselves wider to wrap around the waist of the source of her bliss.
The wolf smiled in satisfaction as he felt her legs begin to wrap around him. Haluam reached around the canine grab just below her pinned tail. As he continued thrusting, Haluams lupine knot began to split the canine bitch wider and wider. She was no longer moaning in complete bliss, but with a mixture of pain and pleasure as her poor cunt was stretched way beyond its limit.
"I'm almost in now. Bet you can't wait!" Haluam growled up into her ear. The malamute's mouth was wide open in a silent scream as her face was taut with a mixture of intense pain and ecstasy. Haluam could barely keep himself from cumming, but he doesn't need to hold out much longer. The wolf could feel that he was almost in, just a little more and he could release his pent up load. With one last brutal shove, Haluam both felt and heard his wolfen knot thunk into the overstretched tunnel.
With that, the teenager let his thick, tied wolf cock release its load into the now unconscious female above him. With each spasm, Haluam could feel his prick gush in time with his heartbeat into the completely unresponsive canine he was now stuck to. Haluam panted at bliss that his orgasm finally granted him. He watched as the bitch's womb visibly swelled with the amount of semen he had unloaded into her abused snatch.
The wolf sank to the floor of the shower and laid himself and the canine his organ was stuck in under the warm stream flowing from the showerhead. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Haluam examined the unconscious female much more closely. Her muzzle had a sloppy smile splitting her facial features. Her large chest was expanding and contracting in tune with her rhythmic breathing. She was beautiful to Haluams golden eyes, and he simply stared at her perfect body as he waited patiently for his member to shrink enough to retreat back into his furry sheath.
Haluam smiled contently as he simply stared at his female companion as she began to stir. With a groan, the malamute opened her blank unseeing eyes.
"What the hell?" muttered Haluam as his pleasant companion had now taken a turn for the worse. The wolfs eyes widen in horror as the fur seemed to rot off of her body and septic cultures of deadly bacteria could be seen appearing all over her once perfect body. The once thick and healthy limbs appeared to deflate like many popped balloons to give her an anorexic look. The furless face seemed to shrink onto the skull as pockmarks and puncture holes materialized on the face that Haluam had so passionately kissed only moments before. Her bloated womb burst outward from her guts to cover both of them in a thick soup of semen, blood and intestines.
"OH GOD! OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!" Haluam screamed as he tried to recoil away from the horror in front of his face. With a shock, he realized that he couldn't, his knot was still stuck in the corpses rotten, festering tunnel. The undead corpse spasmed and flailed about as it screamed its horrible, nails-on-a chalkboard screech. Haluam stopped struggling as his eyes widened in absolute panic as the zombie's putrid paws grasped a hold of his muzzle and arm. Letting out a scream of triumph, the undead canine brought its maw down onto Haluams neck to rip out the fresh living meat that all undead ceaselessly crave. The wolf tried to yell, but all he could manage was a bloody gurgle from his partially consumed neckline. He felt lightheaded as the world around him faded to black.
*
Haluam Dal awoke with a start from the wet dream turned nightmare and took in his surroundings with a panic driven awareness. Force of habit only kept him from yelling out or moving suddenly, doing so usually attracted unwelcome creatures. It took a few seconds to remember that he was indeed back to the nightmarish, post-apocalyptic reality where humanity is a dying race. The large, dust covered wolf relaxed back into a comfortable position as he listened to the structure complain about its lack of human care. Haluam closed his eyes and tried to listen beyond the borders of the building for any of normal sounds of the living or otherwise.
The wolf sat up and gazed down at his worn hands, looking intently down at them until he felt a single tear fall from his eye to disappear amongst the greedy dust. Like dam overflowing, Haluam allowed himself to cry to his hearts content. Just as the rivulets of tears began to wash the dust off of his muzzle, the pent up emotions flowed across his battered mind, washing away the guilt, the anger, and the resentment that had accumulated over the years since the last Great War.
Life hasn't been easy on Haluam or those he had once traveled with, because of the fact that most of them were killed by the lone wolf. Every single person Haluam had traveled with were killed by the undead and for their efforts, all received a precisely placed chunk of lead through their brain. The wolf sniffled as he flipped through the mental photo album of his past friends, recalling how each were overrun by the gouls and shot by the black lupine.
Haluams ears picked up a sound from the distance, it could just be the wind, but he wasn't going to take any chances. That's why he's alive and alone, not deadish with legions of other zombies to keep him company. Acting quickly, Haluam re-strapped his silenced pistol to his leg and clipped his ammo belt around his waist slung both backpack and rifle on to his shoulders. Replacing his dust mask and goggles, the lone wolf silently unlocked the restroom stall and crept out of the abandoned skyscraper back into the swirling dust cloud that cloaked his movements from the undead world.