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We're almost to the end. :) Editor's note: You will not like this if you've appreciated the other stories for what they were-- unless you caught the subtle foreshadowing, and understand where it may go, and want to continue. This is where it finally turns for the dark. If you don't like this one... you won't like the next. Only read these following stories if you want closure to the series.

• * * The camping trip continued. At this point I wish he would drop The camping trip continued. ... "..." ... "This really isn't working. I can't think of anything to write." "Man, yes you can, you've been writing those sick fuckin' stories for--" "Shut up." "Fine, whatever man. They ain't mine. And it ain't my fucked up life." "Shut up! You have no idea what the fuck happened. You haven't even touched these! You just know from what the fuck that lady has been saying off-hand!" "Fine." The camping trip continued. I can feel my fi "FUCK!" "They're just words, and it's just a pen. Fuck sake, you don't have to stab the keys or the paper." "What did I just tell you?" "To shut up." "So fucking do it!" "Fine. You should really take your own advice, though." "Whatever." The camping trip continued. I woke up the next morning curled up in my father's arms. There I went, once more, falling asleep without even realizing it. I always blamed it on how powerful the orgasm was when we both came. It was so enjoyable, to have my father just take me like that. To have him just overpower me. God. He woke up, too. He could feel me stirring. He smiled warmly at me and nosed at the back of my head with a soft, fatherly chrr. "Good morning, my son," he said softly. I felt a little bit odd--a little more groggy than usual that morning. I accredited it to the fact that, well, I fell asleep in a slightly uncomfortable position. Two, we were pretty much sleeping on rocks. That's not comfortable to begin with. Well, not unless you find comfort in sleeping on rocks. He licked slowly over the back of my neck and told me that he had a surprise for me. I realized that I was still tied up. He never untied me. That could have been another reason why I h I was so groggy that morning. He slowly pulled out of me--just like he always did when he fell asleep inside of me--and warm seed spilled out onto the plastic sheets beneath us. I shivered and moaned lightly. It always felt nice to have my father's wonderful length just slide out of my used boy-hole. Very used. God I loved it. He grabbed the ropes that tied me. I wiggled a little bit, noticing that the rope that once made me proper was now cut. It wasn't even on the rope-harness anymore, which was odd. He opened the tent and started pulling me out with a warm smile on his face. Another thing I noticed was that he was wearing pants, and when he stepped outside, he stuffed his limp length back into them and zipped them up. I guess in my dazed state I didn't realize that he was actually wearing pants. They were crème-colored, so I can see why I thought he wasn't. I was kinda distracted by the trees above, anyway. It must have been that. We moved out further and further into the middle of the forest--if we weren't desolated before when we were in the tent, then we definitely were now. We eventually made our way to a meadow--a clearing. It was beautiful. The sun shone in on a single tree-stump, the follicles flying through the air illuminated by the rectangle of light shooting down from the sky, where the highway was opened up. It was like out of a movie or something. He brought me over to the stump and orde asked me to bend over. I complied. I smiled at my father. "..." I looked back at my father and wondered what he had in store. Instead of moving to my back--which he always does--he moved over to my front. He put his strong paw on my neck, which made me wiggle and chrr, with my tail flitting about. He noticed this and grinned. He bent down and kissed my forehead. "I love you much, my lovely son." "I love you too, daddy," I instantly replied. He chuckled and slowly, seductively licked over my ear. I shivered again. I got erect instantly. My father was using me once again. My fingers squeezed into my hands. "Hungry?" God yes I'm hungry. I want you He grimaced. "For fuck sake. I'm going to finish writing this tomorrow. I can't concentrate." "Heh. I can see why all the way from over here." "WHAT THE GOD DAMN FUCK DID I TELL YOU TO DO?!" -- I was. He unzipped his pants slowly and began to pull out his length. I watched the thickness throb as he quickly grew to hardness, all ten inches of my father's wonderful cock shining and shimmering from the seed he shot in me just moments ago. He wiggled it left and right in front of my face, spreading the seed onto my lips. I chrred a little, then slowly opened my muzzle and took it into my mouth. He lifted his head to the sun and began to rock his hips forcibly into my mouth. I gulped, my throat rejecting the shaft for a few moments as I wasn't quite expecting the firm thrusting just yet. However, I got used to it. I suckled and tilted my head left and right, letting my firm tongue lick along my father's throbbing length. I lifted my eyes to look up at him. I loved doing that. I wanted to show how much I really loved him when I did that--and I wanted him to get turned on. He told me that it always did when I did that. But he wasn't looking down at me, watching his cock just pummel itself into my muzzle. He was looking behind me. I didn't want to stop sucking his dick just to look behind me. My tail flitted again. The rustling started getting closer. I continued to bob my mouth back and fourth, just guzzling down my father's dick. It got closer still. And then I felt a cold bump against my bottom. Now I had to turn. I pulled off my father's dick to look behind me, but he yanked me back forward, making me deep-throat him again without expecting. Slowly, what was a cold object now felt like it was licking at my entrance. My ears perked. Now I knew what it was. I quickly pulled my muzzle away and whined, turning around to see what it was before my father could pull me away from the sight. It was a large, non-anthro wolf, curiously lapping and licking over my used and seed-filled--and well-stretched--tailhole. He tilted his head a bit and started going at it more and more. This was not what I wanted. I wiggled and turned about on the stump, trying to escape. My father growled at me. "What are you doing?" His tone left from being a lover and turned sharply toward a condescending father. "Dad, I don't want this! I like doing anything with you but I don't want to do anything with a dog. It feels weird." He chuckled softly. "This is a lesson you will learn, then, my son. Sometimes we must do things we don't want to." "But dad, I don't want to! It's weird." "You will." "But I don't--" He back-handed me. "You will!" I was shattered. My eyes were instantly glazed over, my mouth was agape in absolute shock. He was being serious. He wanted me to do this, for what reason, I don't know. But he knew what was best for me. He wanted me to learn a lesson--that sometimes, indeed, we must do what others want us to do--we cannot always do what we want to do. Sometimes we must do things we don't want to. Sometimes, we must do things that we don't want to do. It's a lesson of life. We must do things that we don't want to do, for we cannot always do what we wish. Sometimes we must do things we don't want to do. It's a lesson everyone must learn. So I apologized to him and nuzzled his length, and resumed suckling on him. He rested his hand on the back of my head and chrred, petting me with his fingers while the wolf behind me continued to lap his smooth tongue over my hole. "Good boy. That's why I love you so much. You learn so fast." He wasn't thrusting inside my mouth as hard--but he was still doing it firmly. This gave me ability to move and wiggle my head more, to make him moan out into the forest. The dog stopped lapping at my hole. He quickly hopped up onto my back and started humping away at me, though. I could feel his hardness poking around my thighs. He couldn't find my entrance, so he just hopped off and lapped over my hole again. My father saw this. He pulled his length--slowly, teasingly--away from my muzzle. He padded over to the wolf and sat on his hams, watching him eat out my tight, young, nubile little ass. I wiggled and groaned. I really didn't like this. This was something I never wanted to do. I loved furries and I loved dick--especially my father's--but not a four-legger. But it's a lesson. The dog mounted my back again. Now, my father helped the wolf out. I tensed--but it wasn't enough to prevent entry from the wolf behind me. My father aimed the wolf's dick right to my entrance, and the wolf found it with no problem this time. I gasped and whined. I could feel my father's piercing eyes when I made these sounds, so I silenced myself by biting on my lip. It was a lesson. The wolf shoved himself in all the way instantly, then just as quickly pulled out. The seed from my father earlier proved to be an efficient lubricant for the wolf--and it was equally less lethal than AstroGlide™ or something similar, from what I've learned now. Something like AstroGlide™ could seriously harm an animal. He kept this motion up, never stopping, never pausing. He dug his claws into my soft, young white body, digging his claws into my hips. That felt nice, at least, but then I remembered what they were connected to. My father circled me, watching the dark four-legged creature on top of me as he just fucked me nice and hard, nice and fast. The only difference between that dick and my father's was the wolf was thicker, but he was only eight inches long or so. I was stretched out properly, but I did stretch out a little bit more. He slowly came back to my front, and I tried to engulf his length into my muzzle again, to which he denied me. He only stroked himself in front of me, jerking back and fourth, chrring. This must have been part of my punishment for not abiding to his rules. I just watched and whimpered as he teased me. I knew he didn't like me to beg, so I didn't. God how I wanted to, though. I wanted to beg for the dog to stop. I wanted to beg for my father to shove that hardness inside of me in lieu of the wolf's. I wanted to be curled up in his arms. I wanted him. Everything suddenly came to a screaming halt. The forest became suddenly silent. The sound of my father rubbing his length became mute. The rustling of the trees was paused. I felt now what it was like to be completed--to be a bitch to a wolf. It was humiliating. The eyes of those that were not there all suddenly teleported from where they were in civilization, just to stare at me, to watch me, to whisper behind my back and in front of my face all at the same time. He let a four-legger fuck him. He let a god damn wolf tie to him and fill his body, letting his hefty wolven balls fill him with his wretched seed. The seed not even of his father, but of just a random wolf who wanted to get his rocks off. The sound resumed, and it was the sound of me crying out in pain. The knot made me expand farther than I imagined. The knot wasn't quite past my ring, so it stretched out a little wider than it should have. I actually began to push back just because of the pain. This made my father start jerking himself harder, start jerking faster. He moaned out, arching his back, watching me as I pushed back like a little god damn slut. He then came all over my face, blowing whatever was left of his balls onto my muzzle. I looked up at my father now with a stained face. He purred at me, chrred at me and grinned. He rubbed the back of my head. "I don't like punishing you," the fucking liar, "but you needed to learn. If you would have followed my rules, you could have drank every last drop. But you defied me." We were there for hours before the wolf finally deflated and pulled away, then walked back out into the middle of nowhere. My father was sitting beside me that whole time, watching the wolf, sighing contently. When the wolf left, he grabbed my rope, and took me back to the tent. He knew best. It was a lesson. We went into the tent, snuggled up, and fell asleep. It was a lesson. It was a lesson. It was a god damn lesson. It was a lesson that I really disliked. I can't believe I let the wolf do that to me. It's so gross. It's disgusting! It's just... it's. I can't believe it. I can't believe you'd do that to me. You. You of all people. I thought you loved me. I love you. i love you i thought you loved mea nd you dont you don't fucking love me at all dady do you that lesson was fucking bullshit you jus twanted to watch something degrade me something that wsnta you degrading me you just wanted to keep me as your fucking slut and ias dloved every moment of it an-- "Levi, Levi, Levi! Jeez man! Calm down!" He fell forward on the typewriter. gyhuvbb "I'm sorry." "Dude, I think steam is coming out of that thing." He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his chair. A tear trickled down his cheek. "I'm going to sleep."