Unstoppable
"Irwin? Irwin?" Ophelia stretched a petite hand to Irwin's shoulder, giving him a little nudge, and seemingly snapping him out of the daze he had been in. He sighed, and looked to her.
"What?" he asked.
Ophelia frowned. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm just... thinking."
"Irwin... so Xander can do more pushups than you, it's nothing to fret about. You're body looks like it was chiseled from marble, you're two inches taller than him, you're room is on a higher floor than his, and, if I can, you have a pretty nice piece of tail to come home to every night. What has Xander got? A paunch and that little Arab whore who has the body of a prepubescent boy."
Irwin chuckled softly.
"I don't know why you always feel the need to compete with him, Irwin, you've already won."
Irwin nodded gently. He looked to Ophelia, realizing for the first time she was all dressed up, and looking even more stunning than normal. Her soft, auburn fur had been brushed with a fine comb, and had a slight sheen, perhaps from the lavender scented oils she often used after she bathed. Her russet hair had been combed and was worn with a pair of locks framing her face. She was wearing a purple gown, with a small corset around the belly, which accentuated both her bust and her hips. She was slightly taller than normal, due to a pair of high heels, and looking down her body, he noticed that her toe nails had been painted with a fresh coat of purple. Her lips wore a cute sheen of lipstick. "Are you going out?" he asked.
"Yeah, with Yolanda and the whore- I mean, Sadie. And with Albert still in China, well, you're going to be here all alone with Xander."
Irwin sighed. Ophelia bent down, and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "Just try not to kill him."
"Can't promise that, dear."
He listened to the clip clop of her high heels, as she made her way out of the living room, leaving Irwin once more alone with his thoughts. The television was on, but he wasn't watching it. It was the news. It didn't interest him in the slightest. He just sat there, thinking, growing more and more frustrated about the whole situation as the moments ticked by. Xander was physically stronger than he was. That was a fact, and yet that was something he just couldn't accept. When they were at the gym, Xander could bench press almost fifty more pounds than he could. And when Irwin had challenged him to a pushup contest the other day, he had managed to do eleven more than he. And it just drove Irwin fucking nuts!
Eventually, he shut off the TV and stood, taking a moment to stretch. He was wearing brown pants and a yellow sleeve shirt that was tight enough to display every bulging muscle and rippling abdominal. There was a mirror on the way out of the living room, and he spent a moment in front of it, examining himself. He did have a great body, and worked on it almost every day. Every abdominal was tight against the skin, and the shirt contorted to the small dents to display his chest. His pectorals were the perfect size and shape, sculpted wonderfully against his breast. His biceps were large and thick, and when he lifted one arm and flexed, his shirt almost ripped as the contents of the sleeve doubled in size. Aside from all that, he was pretty handsome. His jaw was boxy and strong, powerful enough to take one of Xander's punches when they sparred at the local gym. His eyes were gold, almost amber in fact, and his fur a healthy tan, save a brown Mohawk worn over his crown. His horns were eggshell and polished to mirror sheen, and kept sharp. All and all, he was a handsome bull, and when he and Ophelia the rabbit walked down the streets, all eyes were on them, which they both enjoyed to no end.
So why couldn't he let go of the fact that Xander won a push-up contest?
Xander lived on the second floor of the apartment, sharing the floor with Sadie, which meant Irwin had to pass his floor on the way to third, where he lived. As he passed Xander's door, he paused, and looked it over. Undecided for a long few moments, he at last lifted his hand and knocked several times, until the door open and Xander appeared.
There was nothing particularly attractive about Xander, save perhaps his eyes. He had nice eyes, emerald in color, but the rest of him was boring, if not outright ugly. He was about 6'1", with brown fur and some black trims over his muzzle and paws and ears, and a somewhat pudgy build all and all. Where he stored his immense strength, Irwin had no idea. His arms were strong and chiseled, but so were Irwin's. And while Irwin's chest was chiseled, Xander's was somewhat pudgy. Why was he so much stronger?
Xander was wearing green pants and a black shirt, like he normally did. His fur was unkempt and he hadn't bathed today. He looked bored and annoyed, if not outright angry, with black under his eyes, demonizing the only part of him that was even remotely handsome. The claws on his toes kept grinding the wood of the floor. He stared at Irwin a while, before sighing, and asking, "What?"
"I want a rematch," Irwin said.
"Irwin, I just got my thesis back. I need to do major rewrites. Do me a favor, and fuck off." He backed away from the door and attempted to close it, but Irwin's hoof found its way in the frame. "I want a rematch," he said again.
The two exchanged angry glares, until Xander stepped away from the door and went back to his desk, but Irwin quickly moved into his path. "A rematch," he said.
"Get out of my way," Xander said through clenched teeth.
"What?" Irwin asked. "You gotta get your shit done so you can cuddle up with that little Arab whore to-"
Xander's fist collided with Irwin's face, with more force than Irwin believed the wolf could muster. It was like getting hit by a truck. He had sparred with Xander more than once at the gym, just being friendly. And on more than one occasion, Irwin had allowed Xander to punch him as hard as he could in the chest, just to show his rival he could take it. But the sudden shock of pain and force, it felt like every bone in his face had broken on contact. He actually tumbled back, bracing himself on Xander's desk before he hit the ground. His head was spinning. His face felt like it was going to fall off. His hand touched his nose, and he realized he was bleeding. Squeezing his nose carefully, he noted the cartilage had shattered completely. He tasted blood in his mouth, and felt teeth wiggle against his tongue. He thought his orbital bone might be broken, but was afraid to check and feel his eye come out in his palm. He looked to Xander, shocked, as Xander continued to stare.
"If you ever talk about Sadie like that, and I will end you," he said, his voice low but the fury at the back of his throat quite clear.
Irwin charged forward, his shoulder out in front of him, and although Xander ducked into a boxing stance, the force of the bull ramming against him took him off his feet. Xander felt his back collide with the wall, and then break through it. Pieces of wood scratched at his arms and particles of drywall clung to his fur, and when he hit another wall and was crushed between it and Irwin. The breath was knocked out of his lungs. He lifted his head, only for Irwin's elbow to smash across his face, cracking his head to the side. Irwin felt one of Xander's fists in his side, but just barely, and delivered another blow across Xander's face. At last, Xander managed to shove Irwin back. The wolf lifted his hands over his head, and swung them down upon Irwin's skull. Irwin buckled, and Xander reached down, taking hold of him by the shirt. He hoisted Irwin to his feet, and threw him down the hallway, the shirt tearing and coming off in his hand. He threw the shirt down, but looked to the large hole their two bodies had caused, teeth clenched. "Fucking hell, Irwin. That was my favorite wall!"
Xander stomped over, and grabbed Irwin by the shoulder, lifting him to his knees. He swung a fist down, but Irwin caught him by the wrist. Pulling Xander forward, he draped him over his shoulders, and fell back, slamming Xander once more into the ground with a fireman's carry drop.
Irwin got to his hooves, Xander got to his paws. The wolf was favoring his left side, perhaps one of his ribs had been broken, something to exploit. Irwin leaned back when Xander swung at him, holding his hands out in front of him, ready. Xander swung again, and again Irwin leaned back, knocking the fist out of its path. Xander then ducked low, and began to unleash several uppercuts into Irwin's chest, but Irwin barely flinched at them. He reached down, wrapping his thick arms around Xander's middle from behind, but Xander backed away. Irwin still managed to catch hold of Xander's shirt as he squirmed, and soon the fragile fabric tore into useless pieces up the back. Xander moved away, pulling the strips of fabric off his back, and once more lifted his hands in front of his face.
Every time Irwin approached the boxer, he was met with a series of jabs and crosses that forced him to retreat. Every time Xander approached, he had to back away as the massive hands of the wrestler reached out for him, aware that to be grasped by Irwin would not be good. The stalemate was broken when Irwin did something Xander did not expect: squatting to the ground, he braced himself, and then rushed forward. Lifting his right leg, he thrust it forward, and slammed his hoof into Xander's chest, knocking him back into a wall, forming a small dent. As Irwin approached, he was met with a stiff uppercut under the jaw that snapped his head back. What followed was a flurry of punches to the chest, and soon his arms as Irwin attempted to cover up. Soon enough, Xander had ducked to his side, and unleashed his flurry upon Irwin's unprotected ribs and back, pushing him up against a wall. Irwin caught sight of Xander as he pulled his right fist back, and allowed his weight to settle behind him. Taking a step forward, Xander shifted his weight, and drove his fist forward, but Irwin managed to duck to his side. Xander's weight carried him, and his fist soon broke through the wall, sinking up to the elbow. He swung behind him with his other fist, but Irwin simply caught him by the wrist. Then, wrapping his arms tightly around Xander's middle, he held tight, and pulled Xander back. Xander flailed and cursed as he felt Irwin tilt back, his fist colliding with the back of Irwin's head several times, but nothing stopped Irwin as he tilted, and soon fell. Xander watched as the ground spiraled towards him, and then felt his full weight slam upon the ground.
Irwin sat up, and got to his hooves, looking behind him at Xander, who didn't seem able to move. Irwin reached down, picking Xander up by the fur on his crown and forced him to his feet, before throwing him against a wall. Xander attempted to remain standing, but Irwin was suddenly behind him. One arm was wrapped around Xander's middle, as before, and the other hooked under his right arm in a half-nelson hold. Xander wiggled a few times, but the suplex had taken more out of him than he realized, and at the moment, he just wanted to catch his breath. He tried to ignore the fact that Irwin's bare chest was up against his back, the rocky abdomen grinding against him. He also tried to ignore the sickening weight of Irwin's crotch against his buttocks, and that he felt a little bit of weight and warmth against him. He wagged his tail several times, as if the feeble battery might push him away.
"Let go of me," the wolf muttered, glaring back at Irwin.
"I should have listened to Ophelia," Irwin chuckled. "What about you should I be jealous of?" The arm that was wrapped tight around Xander's front went slack, and Irwin's large, coarse hand brushed against him. Xander shivered, and kept his teeth tightly clenched, not giving Irwin the satisfaction of a curse or growl.
Irwin's hand and fingers lingered over the chest. Xander had a lot of extra weight, but it would be foolish to simply excuse him as fat. There was definitive muscle beneath him, and feeling him like this, Irwin actually felt a little bit better about having lost their strength challenges. He squeezed Xander softly, taking note of the muscles of his abdomen, beneath his belly, and the immense strength in his core. His hand groped at Xander's pectorals, and gave them a gentle squeeze. He laughed. "Fuck, Xander, you're tits are bigger than the whore's."
Xander pushed against the wall suddenly, taking Irwin by surprise. They collided with the wall behind them, but Irwin maintained his tight hold on Xander, and soon shifted and spun, slamming Xander against the wall again. Xander went tense as he felt Irwin's hips against his buttocks, the substantial girth housed within the jeans whacking against his rump and tail.
He tried to ignore the feel of Irwin once more groping over his chest. This time, the bull took his time, feeling Xander's belly and breasts, feeling his thick, strong ribs. Resting his hand against Xander's left breast, he felt his heart beat quicken. That made Irwin curious, and the same hand brushed down Xander's belly until he came to the green pants he was wearing. Xander went rigid as he felt the hand wrap around his penis from outside his pants. "You like this, huh?" Irwin asked.
He was prepared, should Xander once more push off the wall, but this time Xander didn't move. His breathing was ragged, and he was starting to sweat profusely. His eyes shifted left and right, searching for an escape, as Irwin took a fuller hold of his balls from outside the fabric. Assuming he didn't have to hold Xander quite so tight, his other hand came into play, and brushed over Xander's chest. Irwin would be lying if some part of him didn't enjoy the wolf's body. Sure, it was slightly squishy, but just beneath that was a near endless supply of strength, and there was something about that that intrigued Irwin.
A groan escaped Xander's black lips, but was suddenly bitten back, so suddenly Irwin wasn't even sure if it even existed. He rested his hand against Xander's left pectoral, holding tight to him so he couldn't squirm away, and then gave him a little squeeze. Xander went tense, but did not say anything. Irwin gave Xander's crotch another squeeze, but still the mutt remained mute. He only stared forward, waiting for the rough exploration to come to an end. Still, it interested Irwin that Xander had grown to full erection. His glans were actually peeking out of the top of the pant's rim. Irwin's own pants were feeling quite tight, and more than once he leaned forward, gently grinding his crotch against Xander's buttocks. Irwin squeezed Xander's crotch suddenly, squeezed pectorals, and also slammed his hips forward so hard, Xander's groin bounced against the wall. These sensations all merged into a blissful feel, and the wolf let out a sudden gasp, unable to bite it back.
"You like that?" Irwin asked, giving Xander's erection squeezes, on and off. He thrust his hips forward, forcing Xander's engorged shaft into the wall, causing a blunt tingle over the girth, which felt so strangely good. "Yeah, you do, don't you? Strut around the apartment with your chest puffed out, but you're just a Big Bad Wolf without any bite."
It was not easy to undo Xander's pants, but Irwin managed. It was especially difficult because Xander's resistance returned. He fought and struggled, bucking like an angry steed until Irwin's arm wrapped around his chest, and he gave him a hard squeeze, compressing the wolf's ribs until he finally went still. "There will be none of that," Irwin ordered.
Xander didn't move. Irwin was free to unzip his pants. He was careful. He didn't want the many metallic teeth to damage Xander's pride, with how full and engorged he was. Soon enough his penis was free of the tight embrace of the pants, though still filled his briefs. Irwin looked down Xander's body and to the girth, the dark green glans peeking out of the tight rim of the elastic waist band. The air suddenly grew musky, as dribbles of cream oozed out of the hungry slit, bubbling up and wetting the head. A lone finger brushed over the slit slowly, gathering some of the cream, and then rubbing it gently over the hot shaft. Occasionally Xander found his strength, and attempted to push himself free, but although Xander was physically stronger, Irwin knew how to hold him to keep him still. Xander's thoughts were still scrambled after how hard he had hit the floor, too. He was easy enough to keep control of.
Irwin reached into Xander's briefs, and took hold of his warm pride. Irwin's hands were coarse and warm, and disgustingly pleasant against his shaft. One last time, Xander tried to push away, but this time Irwin took firm hold of his head and drove it forward into the wall. The drywall dented and Xander went still. Confident he had brought the wolf to heel, Irwin reached across Xander's body with his hand, and gently cupped Xander's breast with his large palm, pressing and rubbing it, occasionally giving it a little squeeze. Irwin could feel muscle beneath the pocket of fat, and it was delightful to squeeze and massage as he did. Rather quickly, Xander's nipples had grown hard. It delighted Irwin further, and he took hold of the breast with one hand, and the penis with the other, squeezing both.
Xander was leaking pre profusely by the time Irwin's hand pulled away, and tears were trickling down his face. Irwin moved his hand behind Xander's neck to keep him under control, as he reached down and started to undo his own pants. Irwin's erection was quite large, quite full. Not quite as large as Xander's, which was another point of frustration for Irwin, but it was still quite large, and uncut, which he fancied over Xander's. He eased his pants down, but before he dropped them to his knees, he looked to the hole in the wall that he had made a few minutes before. Still gripping Xander tight from behind, he pulled him away and guided him into the bedroom, soon throwing him over the bed. Xander attempted to roll over, but Irwin's warm hand found his chest and held him down.
Xander didn't fight much. Perhaps he was afraid of Irwin, deep down, because he barely fidgeted as Irwin took his time, undoing his pants to his knees and then slipping his boxers down. The warmth of his musk made Xander blush and look away, eyes closed, teeth gritting. Xander felt Irwin hook his briefs with his index finger, and carefully pull them down. Just when Xander's testicles were free of the fabric, Irwin snapped the elastic waistband closed, eliciting a sudden hiss from the poor wolf, who felt his testicles compressed. Irwin barely noticed. His hand was on Xander's chest, gently grasping his breasts, squeezing them gingerly. He ran his hands over Xander's belly, feeling the strong muscles of his core, and then back to his chest to pinch at his nipple. "Now?" Irwin asked. "Where were we?"
Irwin grasped the penis suddenly. His thumb and his index finger wrapped around the base of the shaft like an anaconda would its prey. Xander looked down at his erection, to see the trickles of pre had been completely cut off. His erection was starting to turn a deep, rich green as well, due to the lack of blood flow. Irwin continued to massage his pectorals, squeezing the flesh mercilessly, as Xander started to fidget and fight. The wolf was breathing quite heavy now, and in doing so, his belly sucked tight before deflating. Irwin rested his hands on the stomach in those intervals, marveling at all the strength carried in the wolf's core. Slowly, with deliberate cruelty, Irwin began to move his hand up and down, rubbing Xander's penis, occasionally releasing his hold of the shaft, only to give it a tight squeeze after a moment.
Xander grasped at Irwin, pushed him away, but Irwin remained strong. He looked down at Xander's erection, noticing that the clear pre had changed to a thicker, sticker substance, and so, just to be cruel, he suddenly tightened his hold around the erection's base.
Xander's testicles were quite impressive. They were a cute and furry, perhaps a bit darker than the rest of his body. Irwin squeezed them as well. Xander's erection was about nine inches in length, and a few inches thick. It was actually growing larger, because of the blood that was trapped in the length. His testicles swelled slowly, gradually. Seed was being produced, but had no place to go. How fascinating.
"Irwin," Xander said, biting back a whimper. "Please..."
Xander's pectorals had swelled just a bit, under the constant affection of Irwin's hands. Irwin resumed squeezing them with his free hand, before moving back to the testicles and squeezing them mercilessly.
"Call me master," Irwin said with a smile, and actually squeezed the erection tighter, if that was even possible.
"Master!" Xander howled, and Irwin pulled his hands away.
Xander humped the air, although it was not needed. The moment the pressure had left the base of his shaft, his erection grew large and fat, before a rush of white exploded from his tip. The first splash was by far the largest Irwin had ever seen, and utterly covered Xander's belly under a sheen of white. Xander's humped the air again, his testicles still far more swollen than they should be, and another spurt of white exploded out of his tip. Xander was terrified when Irwin's hand came down and his finger and thumb wrapped around the base of the spurting shaft. He was afraid Irwin would cut off the steady flow of seed, but much to his relief, Irwin's grip was gentle and kind. He coyly rubbed the shaft, working more and more creamy spurts out, and aiming them to assure full saturation of Xander's muscular chest. A few spurts even reached his chin, but was licked away by the wolf's tongue.
Xander did not finish quickly, despite how massive each and every spurt he released was. His testicles remained swollen and large, and there seemed to be an endless amount of cream housed within the scrotum. Irwin watched, spurt after spurt shooting out of him, painting his chest. He continued to rub and sometimes squeeze on and off, but mostly he was free to just enjoy the show.
"All done?" Irwin finally asked. Xander lay with his head down, his tongue rolled out, and eyes rolled as if he had passed out. The smell in the room was thick and musky, and Irwin rather enjoyed it. He looked down at Xander, who was not moving, and took a few steps away. He finally allowed his pants to fall past his knees and gather at his hooves. He had been leaking pre, so he had to peel his boxers off of his muscular crotch. His shirt, whatever fabric still clung to his chiseled chest, was pulled away, and now nude he stood before Xander.
One of Irwin's hands was around his erection, gently rubbing himself, working himself up. He used the cream that leaked out of his slit to ease the friction of his rough hand, and kept himself hard as he stared over the wolf he had so fully broken. Soon, he took Xander by the shoulder, and pulled him off the bed. Xander landed on his front, his belly hitting the ground with a wet splat. He attempted to push himself up, purely out of instinct.
Irwin did not like Xander, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the contours of the wolf's body, on all fours before him. Xander's buttocks were toned and muscular, although, like his front, they had the appearance of being squishy and fat. On his knees now, behind Xander, Irwin took hold of a rump cheek with his free hand, using his finger tips and thumb to press into the skin. Just beneath the layer of fat was the solid muscle that gave Xander his brute strength. Irwin admired the toned backside, using both hands to cup the two cheeks now, before pulling his hand back and delivering a hard, opened slap. Xander moved forward at the spank, and looked back at Irwin, glaring. Irwin chuckled to himself, pulling his hand back, and once more giving Xander an open handed spank on the bare rump, the meaning of which was clear.
Irwin gripped the buttocks tight, and pulled them apart slowly to reveal the quivering, flexing black anus. Xander growled under his breath, but kept his head down, resigned to Irwin's dominance. Little growls and groans slipped out of his lips as the large, throbbing penis brushed against his buttocks. Irwin poked against the cheeks, leaving drying splotches of wet cream over the brown fur. The bull adjusted his aim, and then leaned forward, slowly pressing his penis' tip up against the puckered hole, but found that Xander was too tight to penetrate. Irwin was annoyed at that, but it was to be expected. Xander was a virgin to this type of love after all, and Irwin was patient. Besides, gently stroking and rubbing his glans against the tight cheeks was actually rather pleasant. Steady streams of white oozed out of the slit, wetting the crack, lubricating it for what came next. All the while, Xander barely spoke. Little growls and groans escaped him, especially when the warm, drooling glans poked against his flexing anus. Irwin rested himself up against the puckered hole, and eased the buttocks together. They sandwiched his glans and upper shaft in a pleasant way, and for a while he simply enjoyed the friction, occasionally pushing his penis against the puckered hole, testing its strength. He braced himself on the ground with one arm, and with the other, reached beneath the wolf. He groped a moment, first taking his time to rub the cream into his belly fur, and then lowered his palm down. He found Xander's large, thick shaft, and gave it a squeeze. It immediately came to life, spurting out a blob of cream, left over from the handjob. Irwin took his time rubbing, working Xander back up to the same hardness he had been before, earning embarrassed yaps and whimpers, and Xander's hips wiggling at the girth against his pucker. Xander wanted it, that much was clear, but the tightness of his sphincter denied him the pleasure.
Irwin leaned back, and on his hooves. He spent a while looking at Xander's rump, admiring the large size and toned shape. He continued to masturbate, pondering, until he felt wetness in his palm. A plan formulating quickly, he squeezed his erection, and worked a particularly large blob of cream, plopping it into his hand. He rubbed his hands together, getting them slick, before once more looking to Xander's ass. Xander groaned as a wet hand pried his cheeks apart, and then let out little growls and whimpers as a soft bulk, Irwin's fingers, spread his pucker.
"God damn, you are tight," Irwin muttered. Two fingers sank into the pucker and spread it. Then three fingers moved inside, and then four, the middle touching against the wolf's prostate. Irwin's free hand wrapped around the dribbling girth of Xander's penis, and the wolf lowered his head, actually finding this all rather pleasant. He sensed that Irwin moved forward, looming over him. His warm breath found Xander's chocolate black ears, and he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you like an animal."
Xander assumed he could take whatever Irwin had in store. Once or twice he had experimented with a finger or two between his cheeks. Once, Sadie had even strapped on a dildo, just for fun. And Irwin's four fingers inside him had been pleasant. But when Irwin, unable to control himself any longer, shoved his hips forward, Xander was taken off guard. At all once, the drooling glans of the uncut shaft were inside him. There was painful friction between his buttocks, and raw pain surged through him as his rim was stretched wide. The thousands of nerve endings that lined his pucker were on fire in an instant. Xander fell forward; head down, as Irwin held him up, both by the penis' impalement and one of his cheeks. The bull rocked his hips back and forth, no longer in a rush now that his glans were so delightfully squeezed by the tight anal walls. Spurts of pre warmed Xander's bowels, as Irwin began to thrust himself in and out, in and out, slowly, savoring every moment.
Irwin continued to jerk Xander off all the while. He squeezed the cock, making Xander thresh and struggle, until the pressure eased and the blood was free to flow. He pulled the skin of Xander's shaft back, exposing the nerve endings of the glans, and then rubbed up and down, earning a few spurts on the floor. That was pleasant, but only existed on the outskirts of Xander's thoughts. The girth, rammed inside his bowels, dominated his senses, sending waves of pressure and pain through his whole body. His penis spurted, in time with the throbs of his heart. An exploding bubble popped out of his slit when Irwin shoved deeper, and the bull's glans found their way against Xander's prostate.
They fell forward together: Xander on his front, Irwin behind him. Xander attempted to push himself up or crawl away, but Irwin caught him by the wrists and stretched his arms to his side. And flat on the floor, Xander lay, pinned beneath the humping bull. Irwin drove himself forward again and again, bucking like mad, as Xander whined and howled. His aching shaft was now between the wood of the floor and his warm, squishy belly. Again and again, his prostate was battered by the bull's bucks, spurts of cream shooting out of his cock in sync with the assault.
At last, Irwin hilted deep within the wolf, and held himself there. Xander waited, breathless, for him to release, but Irwin seemed to be holding himself back. Xander lowered his head; eyes scrunched shut as the throbbing girth of the bull remained nestled between his buttocks.
Xander lay there, white spreading from beneath him as his penis continued to spurt madly, until at last, his seed came down to a trickle. He felt Irwin pull back, bracing himself on Xander's hips, before thrusting himself forward with all his might. He rammed deeper than he had been before, shoving his glans up against the squishy wall of Xander's prostate and releasing his long held climax. Xander arched his back, howling in pain and smothering bliss as what felt like a fire hose was turned on inside his bowels. Gallons and gallons of hot seed splashed upon his prostate, each spurt sending waves of pleasure through him. He saw stars, mouth held agape, as Irwin released his full tide. The hand that had been so mercilessly rubbing Xander's penis moved to his belly, and gently rested upon the fur. Irwin could feel his seed spurting and filling Xander's bowels, slowly oozing into Xander's gut. He could feel the seed churning inside the wolf's belly, slowly filling it, making Xander just a little pudgier than he had been before. And for what seemed like an eternity, they remained like that, locked in the throes of release.
Xander groaned as Irwin braced himself on his buttocks, and dragged himself back. Xander's anus sealed tight as the shaft pulled out, keeping all the warm goo safe inside. Xander plopped forward to the ground, laying still, weakened and exhausted from all that had befallen him. Irwin stood slowly, his hooves clopping on the ground. He gave Xander a passive glance, before turning, and heading out of the room. Later, he would have to fix the wall he had broken, but for now, he just wanted to savor his victory, confident he had won their little rematch.