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Timothy blushed underneath his fur, a wish? Wishes were kind of for children, especially considering they were well into high school. Out of all the things in the world Tim didn't know what he wanted all of a sudden; an Xbox or a new graphics card would be nice, but those weren't things you wish for. Money, girls, drugs? not really his style, but he guessed he had never really thought about it.

The wolfess beside him smiled slyly, "I've made my wish." She winked at her bag mate and rolled to face him, her chest pushed into his side making Tim blush even harder. "Have you made yours?" and licked the side of his muzzle.

"Well, um, uhh..." Tim's mind raced, 'I need to think of something quick; I don't want to disappoint her.' Tim looked up to the heavens, searching for some kind of inspiration. Seeing the way the stars hung together in a sort of romantic web made him feel sort of alone. The little specks of light seemed to twinkle and socialize amongst themselves openly, yet quietly enough that he could not hear. 'Jesus, am I a poet or what,' Tim thought to himself as Jackie looked at him expectantly.

Jackie was starting to fall asleep and was snuggling closer to him; her breasts hugged his arm in a strangely un-weird way. "Maybe we could be friends," Tim said to himself in a way he could barely hear, practically mouthing it.

"Hmm?" Jackie's eyes cracked back open to look at Tim.

Tim faked a light cough, "just making my wish" and just as he said it, a gust of wind brushed over them along with the faint chiming of bells.

"Anthony, could you please put the wind chimes away," Ms. Greigh sighed. Eliciting giggles around the camp area.

Anthony whined, "but they help make my dreams come true."

Ms. Greigh dragged her hands over her face and cursed under her breath, "whatever, do whatever you want, I'm going to sleep." As she left students asked to a deaf ear about finishing the lesson and kept walking to the staff tent. Her tired eyes barely registered her surroundings as she lit a cigarette and slumped into a cot.

Jackie chuckled, "looks like teach is done for the day." She said as she wrapped her legs around Tim's in a rather intimate cuddle.

"Yeah, it is about that time..." Tim sighed as he fell asleep to Ant's jingling chimes.

***

Timothy woke with a start, dreams evaporating instantly, only that lingering feeling of satisfaction remained. As his feline eyes adjusted to the pitch black he didn't see Jackie, but a pair of bare legs instead. Before he had a chance to process this new information he felt something hot and wet on his groin. Naturally Tim panicked; he pulled his pelvis away from the sensation and lifted the sleeping bag to be greeted by a bare vagina. This was very surprising, but not as surprising as the "mmm!" that came from deeper within the sack.

Tim lifted the bag further to reveal the rest of Jackie's naked form, staring squinty eyed at him with a smile that could outshine the moon. "Hi!" she whispered, her face glowed in the light given off by what appeared to be his phone. "You're a good writer; it made me so horny I felt like I was in heat, and, well, one thing led to another," she invisibly blushed under her thick fur.

Tim could not believe his ears, let alone eyes. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them to the same scene, the slit, the fur, and the smile. Tim stuttered, "y-you, you like my writing?" he felt like he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Yeah, I like the ones with the otter girl the most." She said as she gave his penis another lick. Tim was starting to notice the wetness on his chest where she was leaking her juices onto him. He was past the point of no return, deciding to just accept his fate; one that someone a little more confident would seize by the horns, if they had any.

"H-how many have you read?" if she had favorites, than that meant she had read multiple.

Jackie giggled, "thirteen," she looked at his phone briefly, "I'm a quick reader."

Tim's head was spinning, not only was a girl telling him she liked his porn, but she was playing with his cock! Seeing his discomfort Jackie spoke up, "are you feeling okay? Your dick says yes but your face says no."

'Oh my god,' was all he could think and "Oh my god," was all he could say as she shoved the entire thing in her muzzle and sucked, hard.

After a few seconds she popped off and adjusted herself so she could see Tim better. "What do you say we go somewhere a little more private, hmm?" Jackie said subjectively.

Before Tim could even protest the idea of sneaking away from the camp site the powerful she-wolf grabbed him with her arms and legs, forcing him to look at her heated sex and tail hole before lurching to the side with enough force to send them rolling down the hill.

Tim's vision rapidly flashed between stars and grass for about twenty revolutions and stopped when his spine slammed into a tree. He let out a muffled groan through her fluffy tail and shifted his pain lower down, away from the tree. Tim looked down to check on Jackie and maybe scorn her for trying to kill him, but instead his nose found itself buried between her nether lips.

Timothy's beet red face glowed through his fur as he exclaimed in apology. For being the luckiest guy in miles and a porn author he was not very good at this. "What's wrong, isn't this your wish?" the smell of her induced heat was starting to cloud his defenseless male mind. All he could do was feel lost as his erection acted for him; all he could produce was a feeble "no."

Jackie smiled and nuzzled Tim's member, "well this is my wish; why don't you help me out, eh?" Without giving him choice and not that he was in the position to make on, the wolf backed up until her lips met his. "I have a new idea for a story; a 'choose your own adventure', live action," she huffed between laps of his painfully hard boner.

By this time Tim had forgone his fear and was driving his desperate feline tongue into her folds. "Good idea, is it too late to expand my wish?" he rasped. Now that Tim had finally broken the confines of his anxiety, his head was starting to clear again; allowing the pleasure to come through. The superior fluff of her rump was heaven-sent, Tim had never gotten to hang out with many canines before, let alone girls, but now that he had a taste, he never wanted to leave. His serrated licking muscle raked along her contrastingly smooth walls, making her squirm in pleasure and occasionally letting out a moan of pleasure around his enveloped tool.

"Not too late... at all," she gasped before plunging Tim's cock back into her mouth to muffle her screams as she started to quake and contract around Tim's face. When she finished he was completely covered in her juices, not sparing a single pore on his muzzle, but this didn't mean she was done with him.

After a short breath Jackie pulled herself away from Tim's nose, causing him to let out a quiet mewl as she balled her body at the bottom of the sleeping bag and contorting her frame until she was facing the top of the bag. Then creeping back up to face Tim, holding his barbed erection between her legs and her breasts just underneath his chin, teasing his smaller stature. Bringing her lips close to his ear she whispered, "now for your wish."

Nothing could prepare him for her next move; Jackie bit hard into Tim's shoulder as she pulled up then impaling herself on a rod of iron, demolishing both of their virginities. Jackie clenched her teeth harder as Timothy prayed to the gods her pain would end soon, as to relive his own. His dick went on full force, oblivious to the excruciating pain of his upper half. Her canine teeth gave one last squeeze and let go, allowing a trickle of blood to stain his speckled white fur in two locations, but Tim didn't care, lost in a not dissimilar mix of agony and ecstasy to hers'. In his three years of writing, he had no idea what his characters were feeling. The feeling of Jackie's breasts was softer than any past reading could have led him to believe.

Tim's pleasure was transcending. He scarcely remembered the sleeping bag they were in; all he had was her, the girl that was giving him the best night a sad little cat could dream of. His penis was beginning to move of its own volition, working without instruction.

Jackie sent his world crashing back to Earth with a kiss to put the gods to shame. Tim felt as though he was falling backwards into oblivion, only to land face to face with a goddess. His senses came rushing back to him upon impact as his barbs flared and scraped along her passage, sending her into a low howl. Their tongues entered each other's maws in an interspecies dance, able to taste their own fluids. Jackie squirmed atop him; she broke the kiss so that she could move his muzzle in between her bosoms and squish them down over his face. From what Tim could see, Jackie's eyes were glazed over without sight, she was in heaven.

Timothy's barbs were flared to their maximum zeal, he had never seen or felt them at this level, but he knew what they meant. In a wild attempt to warn her, she only held him closer and drowned him in her chest, "shh, I know." Her hand found the back of his head and started to slowly pet him, "just give me what you've got," Tim felt her lips on his forehead and that was all the clearance he needed. He felt his blood shift through his body and static in the air; his whiskers were standing like long, strait needles. Tim gave one last trust into Jackie's tunnel and let go; his first jet slammed through her cervix like a freight train on fire. He'd never felt anything leave his body with such force, that is until a second stream hit home faster than the first; and then a third, and a fourth, and kept coming. Jackie had to cover her mouth with a free paw to suppress a long feral howl as she came around his member, squeezing him like a vice as she came for a second time. Her eyes flew wide as she rose higher than she ever felt possible; it felt as though he was quenching the heat of the sun with a flame of his own. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as the pleasure felt better than any pain could hope to hurt her.

Much like Tim, Jackie had never felt anything at such a caliber they both knew that it would be a long time before masturbation would ever be enough. They stared deep into each other's eyes as the vail of list was lifted from beyond them.

Tim gave a slight shiver as he opened his mouth to speak for the first time in what seemed like years, dust and leaves hung in the air like a snapshot in time, "I love you." With his heightened senses and close proximity, Tim could hear the flow of her blood and the jump in pace of her heart.

Time was nonexistent as a perfect moment stood sentinel over them; Jackie felt her body temperature raise a degree as she knew she felt the same, "I love you too." She had never known what true love was, only something reserved for fairy tales, and Jackie wasn't stupid; she knew that you couldn't find love in a bed. She looked around the silent forest, waving over the fallen leaves and fallen stars that littered the earth around them to finally rest on Tim's resting form. "Let's find out in the morning."

***

Tim slowly awoke so the sound of Anthony's wind chimes after the greatest dream he had ever had. As his eyes opened, he was greeted by the canine subject matter of said dreams; her puffed out fur subtly moving in the morning breeze. All at once the realization came crashing down on him like a cut tree; last night wasn't a dream. Tim could feel the warmth of her entrance where his barbs had kept his limp penis inside.

Slowly trying to pull out without her noticing was impossible as feline, and the second he started moving Jackie yelped in surprise. She jerked herself off of him and looked around wildly, but settled when she saw Tim's face. "Morning," Jackie said smoothly as though nothing happened, "we need to clean off that blood from your white fur."

Tim glanced at the crusty dried blood on his shoulder and assumed there was more on his crotch, "like in a river or-" he was interrupted by a shiver running up his spine as her broad canine tongue suddenly began lapping at his perforated skin.

After making short work of him Jackie gave Tim a playful wink and briefly disappeared under the cover of their shared sleeping bag, yanked his ankled pajama bottoms back up to his waist, and popped back up. "Can you get out please? I need a little more room to get dressed and-" she perked an ear into the air, "-we need to get up on the hill before the others wake up."

"Yes, yeah, of course," Tim said as he started to get out of the bad, only to be stopped by Jackie and pulled back for a last kiss. He could taste the residue of fireworks on her lips as well as the previous night's antics, but as soon as it began, it ended with a smile and a blush. Tim climbed the rest of the way out of the bag and stood guard over his changing friend.

Once Jackie had finished she stealthily crept out of their sleeping bag and stepped on every dry leaf in her path, then brought her hands up to cover his eyes. "Guess who."

Tim teasingly pondered the question, "hmm, is it the girl who raped me last night?"

Jackie laughed heartily, yet quietly enough the students uphill wouldn't hear, "close," she spun Tim around to face her jovial sneer.

"My bad, it's the stunningly beautiful woman that granted our wishes," Tim smiled like a kid on his eighth birthday. "Why don't we head back toward your chariot, M'lady?"

Jackie gave an exaggerated curtsy, "lets." She grabbed Timothy's hand and let him lead her back to the camp as a changed man, with his other hand; Tim dragged a bag full of graphic evidence that would be hard to clean out.

They snuck back to the spot where the sleeping bag used to be and laid it out flat to sit on. A few of the freshman were already up and running around, but to occupied to notice two returning faces. Their timing seemed impeccable as just as they sat down Ms. Greigh came out of the staff tent and yelled for everyone to start waking up.

All of a sudden Jackie burst into laughter, "That was a funny joke you just told," she quickly glanced at the waking camp.

In record time Tim caught her cue and responded with unnatural fluidity, "ha ha, yeah, my dad told me that one," he could see the relief in her eye. Tim considered his feet for a moment, and looked back up, "I love you, like for real," a tear could be seen in the corner of his vision. He was in love, and not from the sex; she talked to him, respected him, saw his porn and didn't judge him. She was nice.

Jackie was nearly to the point of squealing, she grabbed Tim into a warm hug, squeezing him to the point of death. "Let's go wash up."

***

The bus ride back to the city was mostly uneventful, Tim and Jackie swapped phone numbers, students chatted about the feral wolf they heard, but other than that it was quiet until the bus rolled to a stop in front of the school.

While the last few students got off the bus Anthony stopped in front Ms. Greigh, "thanks for letting me keep the chimes up; I think they helped many dreams come true."

The teacher let out a deep sigh, "your welcome, now please move along, we all want to go home."

~Le Fin~