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The wind howled in the dark midnight air and whipped at my coat as I trudged through the snow from the factory to my home. I stumbled into the old, run-down building, up the flight of creaky, wooden stairs to the door of my rented room. Fumbling with the key, I managed to open the door and stumble in before collapsing on the hard wooden floor with a thud. I tried to get up, but I didn't even have enough energy to keep my eyes open. It had been a very exhausting day at the factory.

"Jax? Are you alright?" a deep voice asked as I heard someone rush to me. I felt myself gently being lifted off the ground and wrapped in a pair of strong arms. I felt a smile spread across my face; I knew those arms, they belonged to my lover. His name was Connor Ryndin, a big wolf with midnight black fur and bright green eyes. He was about 6'9" with a very muscular body from the manual labor he had done as a pup. I opened my eyes and looked at my lover's face. It showed some concern but melted into a grn when I gave him a smile.

"Let me help you get out of those dirty clothes," he said warmly, placing me on a chair. He removed my coat and undershirt, then moving down to remove my boots, and finally removing my trousers, leaving only my undergarments on. I shivered slightly as the cold air of our apartment tickled my now exposed body. But very quickly, Connor grabbed me and, cradling me in his large arms, carried me to our small room. He gently deposited me on the mid-sized bed and placed a blanket over me.

"Wait here, I'll bring you a bowl of broth and some bread. I'm sorry, it's not much, but it's all we have right now," he said in a downhearted tone, his ears drooping. I struggled to sit up, but managed to.

He was walking out of the room when I called out after him, still a little dazed from exhaustion, "It's alright, Connor. Everything is hard in times like these." He came back with small bowl, a plate of sliced bread in his hands, and a small towel. Usually we would eat at the small table by the kitchen, but I was just too exhausted and probably couldn't make it to the table.

He handed me the bowl of broth and placed the plate of bread besides me on the bed. Before I could do anything, he laid the towel on my lap. Connor sat at the foot of the bed and watched me with a weak smile. "Tiring day?" he asked. I nodded and began to drink the broth. It tasted a little bland, but it was enough for me. I took a slice of bread and bit a piece of it and chewed it. It was a little stale, but it would do. "I should have went to work at the factory, not you," he told me after a brief period of silence.

I stopped eating to protest, "No, you're sick, Connor. You need your rest." He didn't look too convinced, so I pressed on. "I love you Connor, I want you to be healthy. If you need rest, then you will have time to rest."

"I'll be well enough to go back to work tomorrow." At that moment, his stomach growled softly and he winced slightly.

"Have you eaten already?" I asked. He was about to say something, but stopped and nodded once. But his stomach growled more and more, each time getting slightly louder. He tried to hide it, but I could see he was in some discomfort. I handed him a slice of bread and looked him in the eyes, clearly desiring him to eat it. He took it grudgingly and bit pieces of it off and chewed it slowly.

I finished the rest of the broth and had one final slice of bread. Connor took the dishes and the towel and took it back into the kitchen. Meanwhile I had slumped into bed and pulled the two wool blankets over me. I heard him come back into the room and start undressing himself for bed. I peered over at him. He was removing his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing his big and toned arms and his muscular pectorals. Catching sight of me looking at him, he put on a grin and began to slowly take off his pants, leaving him in in his undergarment. He walked over to the other side of the bed and crawled under the blankets next to me.

The second he climbed into the bed, I rolled over and wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "I love you so much," I whispered in his ear. I felt his strong arms wrap around my smaller frame.

"I love you too, Jax. My sweet, sweet otter. You're my joy in life. In fact, let me show you how much I love you," Connor whispered back, his paw slowly making its way down my back and onto my ass. I felt him give a gentle squeeze and I let out a soft moan. Instantly I was immediately aroused and began to grind my hips against him. "I know you're tired, but you'll enjoy it, I promise." With a smile, he began to slowly pull down my undergarment, leaving my erection exposed. He began to slowly stroke it with his right paw while he used his other paw to pull down his underwear, exposing his 8" erection.

He stopped stroking my member and, placing a paw on the back of my head, pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. I closed my eyes and allowed his tongue to invade my mouth; he had always been the dominant one in the relationship. Our tongues wrestled each other, stimulating both our erections and causing me to moan deeply in my chest. Our lips departed and smiling, looked into my eyes. I peered back into his eyes, seeing the intense loving emotions he had for me.

With his large paw, Connor gently pushed me down onto the bed so that I laid on my back. Licking his lips, he slowly knelt down in front of my throbbing member and gave it a gentle lick. He then began to lick me in the earnest, covering my member in his wet saliva. The feeling of his rough tongue stimulating my sensitive member almost made me cum, but I persevered, wanting to give Connor the most enjoyment. Soon enough, Connor was bobbing his head up and down as he took me completely into his muzzle. Every time his muzzle reached the base of my penis, he would moan a little, bringing me even closer to climaxing. Eventually I couldn't contain my orgasm anymore and, grabbing the sides of his head, released into his muzzle. My load had been pretty big and caused Connor to gag a little. But he swallowed all of the cum in one big gulp and, with a thorough licking, cleaned my member.

I sighed in afterglow, now content and completely exhausted. But soon after, I felt Connor gently roll me over onto my stomach.

I was about to inquire what he was going to do when I felt a wet presence tickle my tail hole. I looked back and saw Connor looking up at me, grinning, as he licked and pressed his tongue against my tail hole. I felt an immense flood of pleasure as his slimy, wet tongue penetrated my tail hole and rubbed my insides. I gasped loudly in pleasure and ecstasy, panting as I felt blood rush to my cheeks. Suddenly, I felt his tongue withdraw, leaving my tail hole thoroughly lubed and empty. I whimpered slightly, desiring for something to fill that emptiness. "Time for the main event," Connor uttered seductively. He gently rolled me over again onto my back.

Connor grasped my ass firmly and began to rub his member against my sensitive tail hole. He prodded my tail hole with the tip of his member, then slowly pressed it in, eliciting moans and gasps from both of us. Inch by inch, he slowly pressed into me until he had completely buried his cock into my ass. Almost just as slowly, he began to hump, thrusting back and forth, his pre lubing and stretching my insides further.

In moments, he was fucking me at machine-gun speed, each thrust pressing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was left at the mercy of my big wolf, unable to do anything but moan. Connor was bent over me,his tongue hanging out, his ears perked up, his green eyes locked with mine. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a passionate kiss, our tongues wrapping around each others. His knot had completely swelled and bumped against my tail hole at every thrust. "I'm going to cum! Get ready Jax," Connor panted, his voice layered in lust. Connor growled and gave one final, powerful thrust. Wincing slightly from the pain, I felt my tail hole stretch as his knot pushed its way in with an audible "pop". Instantly I felt a massive tidal wave of pleasure course through my entire body. Connor threw back his head and let out a muffled howl as he came. Feeling his seed being emptied into my tail hole sent a wave of immense pleasure through me and caused me to release another load, covering both of our chests and stomachs with my cum.

The black wolf collapsed onto me, causing me to exhale sharply since I was not accustomed to having a large weight on me. But Connor wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so that I rested on his massive chest. "I love you, Jax," the wolf whispered into my ear. I nuzzled his neck and kissed gave him a quick kiss on his muzzle.

"I love you too, Connor. You're my whole world," I whispered back softly. We had lain there for about ten minutes when I began to feel the exhaustion return.

"I'm going to pull out now, I think it has shrunk down a bit," he whispered, breaking the peaceful silence. I nodded tiredly. He gently grasped my rump and began to pull. Plop! It tugged free from my constricting tail hole, allowing cum to leak out of my tail hole.

"That was nice," I sighed as we continued to cuddle, half the time dozing off. He nodded in agreement. "I wish we didn't have to hide this, I wish we didn't have to fear if others find out."

"We should leave then," Connor said with finality after a moment of thought. But I was confused as to what he meant by leaving. Where would we leave?

"What? Leave? From Russia?" I inquired.

"Leave Russia, leave the tyrant Stalin and the KGB. I want you to be happy. We can be happy somewhere else, where we won't have to fear death. It will be hard, and we will have to work hard to build up enough provisions, but I want to leave this forsaken place...with you." I was caught by surprise; I had always wanted to leave the Soviet Union, but never thought we could. But with Connor's such determined words, I couldn't help but believe we actually could be free of oppression.

"Yes...let's leave together, we...can make it. There's a railroad...that leads out of Russia toward the border near Sweden. From there...we can get to Norway and sail...to the United Kingdom," uttered as I began to doze off.

"Alright, you need to get some sleep. Good night Jax," he whispered softly in my ear. I only nodded and closed my eyes. I drifted off to sleep, listening to the rhythmic beats of his heart and to the steady rise and falls of his chest.

The next day, we woke up at the beginning of dawn to prepare for the day. Once we got our fur free from the dried cum on each others chest, I went to go wash the rest of the cum out of my fur. Our small apartment didn't have a shower, so we had to collect water in washbowl and with a towel, cleaned ourselves. Having finished cleaning myself, I collected more water for Connor and left it on the table for him. I went back to our room to get dressed for the cold snowy day. As Connor cleaned his fur, I dressed myself, putting on my undergarments, pants, undershirt, and coat...the same clothes from the previous day. I went to the small kitchen and took the last two slices of bread for our breakfast.

Prepared for work, we left our apartment and walked to the factory together. For eighteen hours, we worked in the factory, manufacturing weapons and ammunition for the Russian government. We walked home after dark and ate our rations, saving some. Day after day, we continued this routine for almost a month. We figured that the day of our escape was soon approaching. Then one day, it was time.

It was the night before when we had packed all of our clothes and possessions. I didn't have any personal items or heirloom; the government had confiscated them, considering it as private property. I turned to see how Connor was doing. Having already packed all of our provisions, he started to pack his own clothes and possessions. He had only one item of his heirloom, a golden Victorian watch his father had given to him before his father and mother were killed in the revolution. The same revolution that too killed my parents. He held the watch to his muzzle, kissed it, and stuffed it in his bag. I walked over to Connor and put my arms around him. "We will be free soon, love," I whispered into his ear.

"Yes, but we must be careful. It will be very dangerous," he whispered back. "Come, let's get some sleep. We may have a long day ahead of us."

I slept peacefully on his bare chest, with my arms around my lover and his arms around me. Little did I know my world would be rocked the next day.

The next day, we made our final preparations for our escape. I decided to go and get our daily rations in the morning so we may eat before leaving. When I came back, I found Connor filling canteens with water. I placed the small loaf of bread and a small package of wrapped strips of meat on the table and, taking off my coat, went into our room to sit on the bed. Moments later Connor walked silently into the room and joined me on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned back. We cuddled for about 10 minutes in silence before I decided to take a small nap, resting my head on his broad shoulder. Soon I was fast asleep.

I awoke with a sense of security, wrapped in my lovers big arms. I peered up at Connor, he was asleep, breathing silently and steadily. I carefully broke free of his arms, hearing a slight whimper from Connor, but he was still fast asleep. I silently padded out of the room and prepared our supper, slicing parts of the bread and cooking the strips of meat. As I stood over the pan of cooking meat, I sensed my wolf walking into the kitchen. I wasn't wrong. His strong arms wrapped around my chest and he gave me a quick kiss.

"I missed waking up to see your adorable face," he grumbled teasingly.

"I'm sorry, love. I just wanted to prepare the meal for you before you awoke," I answered apologetically.

"Don't worry about it. Thanks for cooking the meal though," he said before giving me another quick kiss. The meat being completely cooked, I placed it on a plate and laid it on the table. We ate in silence at the table. Clouds had begun to roll in, providing a gray veil over the sky. I figured that it was about five hours past midday. We would have to go soon, the last train leaves at six.

We quickly finished eating and I placed the dishes in the sink. We put on our coats and took our bags. Connor reached into his bag and pulled out his watch, and after kissing it again, placed it into his coat pocket. Carrying our bags, we walked out of our apartment, down the creaky wooden stairs and out of the old building.

We were careful not to walk out in the open, knowing that the KGB were stationed everywhere. I had a growing sense of dread as I felt someone watching us from a distance. I would casually turn around and scan the area behind us, but didn't see anyone. I looked at Connor, his ears were twitching as he tried to sense any sounds of someone following us, his eyes darting everywhere. Suddenly I head a distinct sound, but Connor heard it clearly. His eyes widened, "They are right behind us." He continued as we approached a corner, "As soon as we turn this corner, run and don't look back." The railroad station was about one more mile away.

We rounded the corner and broke out in a dead run, I could here other boots pick up their pace and join the chase. It was a good thing that Connor had offered to carry both his bag and the provisions. We ran down alleyways, trying to escape from our pursuers. I had started to pant heavily from the long run. Connor ran behind me, making sure I didn't fall behind. I occasionally looked behind me and saw Connor, panting as well. "Don't stop Jax!" he called out to me. I turned another corner into another alleyway when I realized I made a deadly mistake. It was a dead end.

I stared disbelievingly at the tall wall that blocked our path. Connor caught up to me and panting, stared at the wall.

"Going somewhere?" a cold and soulless voice sneered behind us. I turned around and saw an arctic fox donned in a black trench coat and a pistol attached to his hip. Five other furs, veiled by gas masks and all wearing black trench coats with rifles raised at our chests. The KGB.

"I could throw you both into cells and keep you there until your corpses rot. But, I think I have something better. Something more painful than slowly rotting in a cell," he grinned with pure malice. He casually took out his pistol, pointed it at me, and cocked it. "Which one should go?"

Connor stepped toward him and immediately all rifles were pointed at his chest. "Shoot me, spare my friend."

The arctic fox thought about it, "Very well." I had barely any time to react before the fox pointed the gun at Connor's chest and fired. The shot rang through my ears as I turned toward Connor, my eyes wide. Connor took a step forward, stumbled, and collapsed in the snow.

"Connor!" I cried rushing to his side. I wrapped my arms around him, glaring at the fox. The fox grinned and turned away, motioning for the rest to follow him. I turned back to Connor, blood was dripping from the side of his muzzle. The snow soon became red with his blood. I placed my paw against the wound."Connor...I'm so sorry!" I whispered, tears falling from my eyes. "It's all my fault...it's all my fault. If I hadn't ran into a dead-end, we wouldn't have been in this mess."

He coughed up blood, and spoke in a raspy voice, "No, Jax. It's not your fault. Don't you ever think like that. It was my plan to try to escape. I must pay the consequences."

"I can't leave without you," I sobbed, "you were everything to me."

"You must carry on. I want you to live; don't kill yourself in a foolish choice," he whispered. He coughed up more blood. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his gold watch. He placed it in my paw and closed his paw around mine, making sure I had the watch in my grasp.

"I love you," he whispered and closed his eyes.

"I love you too. I will never forget you," I whispered softly, tears streaming down my face and hitting his chest and the blood-soaked snow. His chest fell and didn't rise again, his paw went slack and fell onto the snow. He's gone.

I cradled his head, sobbing. My lover is gone. The only one I would love...is gone. Sorrow consumed me completely. Little did I know that a sense of sheer hatred began to grow within me. The fox made a grievous mistake; he left me alive.

I will have my vengeance, no matter what the cost.