Sexual Dimorphism
Sexual Dimorphism - the systematic difference in form between individuals of different sexes in the same species...the sexes of many species also differ in secondary sexual characteristics not directly related to reproduction, such as size, colouration, behaviour and so on.
-Wikipedia.com-
Jack was in deep shit and he knew it. He swore as he looked at his watch for the fortieth time in the past minute, wondering how Kara was going to react. Jack was supposed to pick her up at 7:30, but it was now 7:34 and he still had a block to go. Not much time to him, but his girlfriend
demanded promptness.
Jack is a moderately tall wolf, for a male, standing at just over six-foot-three, with a lithe swimmer's build that he maintained by doing laps down at the gym every Saturday. His fur is a light grey and brown mix, and his shaggy headfur is a starkly contrasting blonde. Jack picks up his gait, hefting the massive box of chocolates for watch-check number forty-one. 7:35. Fuck.
Jack had met Kara at a party about six weeks ago, and she had taken quite a liking to him, and he to her. He'd asked her out, and she'd waited the usual three days before replying; that's just how it was with their culture. He'd taken her to the movies, and a fancy restaurant, a museum, a concert...all things she had shown a genuine interest in and things which he'd busted his ass to make possible for them. After their first couple of dates, she didn't call him for a week. Again, Jack wasn't worried; some males went three or four weeks without hearing back from their potential mates, so he considered himself lucky. Wolves mate for life, so the decision of "Whom do I mate with?" is not one taken lightly. A female had a lot of factors to consider before allowing a male to mate with her.
Jack rounded the corner briskly, his sneakers squelched on the pavement which was still damp from the afternoon's showers. Damn this box is heavy! he thought, shifting the coffee table sized package from one arm to the other in an attempt to restore blood flow to his right paw. He felt his spirit soar when he saw Kara's apartment just ahead, the large building looming in front of him. He climbed the stoop and set the box down briefly to check his appearance. Hair artfully spiked; short-sleeve dress-shirt casually worn over a T-shirt; jeans neat, but comfortable. Ready...Gods I hope she's not mad at me... he thought, lifting the box and pressing the doorbell.
There was a light click and Kara's sweet alto voice floated out to him from the P.A. system.
"Hello?"
"Hi! Kara? It's me Jack...I'm really sorry I'm late..."
"Oh, don't worry about it; I'm running a little behind myself. I'll be down in a moment!" She had answered quickly and without any confusion or anger; all good signs. He set the box down with a light thud as he waited for her, his giddy anticipation rising to a boil.
I'm still in the running! Courtship is going well, and if this night goes okay...who knows?! Jack thought. He had many friends who had already made their lifemates, and he was occasionally ashamed that he was still single at 23; unheard of, at least amongst the groups he was a part of. It wasn't that he was unattractive or weak, it was just that...well to be honest, something about the whole fact that he would have to quit his job and become a full-time mate bothered him. He really liked his job at the newspaper, and from what he heard, being a mate wasn't all it was cracked up to be. A few of Jack's friends had even secretly confessed to resenting being a "sex-slave" for their mates, but what were they to do? A male had little future in the job market, and as one got older, the harder it was to find a decent mate.
Kara's footsteps could be heard descending, so Jack hastily lifted the chocolate box and readied himself. With a mild creaking, the massive wooden door in front of him swung open, revealing a stunning female wolf. She was a good height for a female, at least thirty feet, and had a beautifully voluptuous figure. Her DDD breasts strained mildly against her green T-shirt, and her jean shorts were high enough to show more than enough of her perfect legs. Kara's brown headfur was carefully brushed; not a single strand was out of place. She smiled happily; another good sign.
"I'm sorry for the wait-" she began.
"No, not at all; I was late," Jack interjected on cue. He struggled, but managed to lift the box a little higher. "Umph...these are for you..."
Sara's smile grew wider; the chocolates were a perfect choice apparently. She reached down and took the box, which to her was perfectly normal sized, perhaps even a little small.
"Aww, thanks Jack! That's so sweet..." She opened the box and tested a piece, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet flavor. "Oh, Jack...these are SO perfect! This is wonderful..."
Jack stood dutifully and nodded. He didn't ask about where they were going; once the male made the first move, the female chose the location of the second set of dates. He was, to be sure, a little anxious though; she could still turn him down. Her next statement blew his mind.
"Come on upstairs."
* * * * * *
Jack followed Kara up the many stairs to her apartment; a massive studio apartment that took up the entire third floor. Kara had decorated beautifully; setting up partitions to create some privacy, warm color choices, and very modern, but very comfortable furniture. Kara was an art dealer, and so she had reprints of many famous works hanging on her walls. It made Jack feel like he was in a museum.
Kara led him into the den-area and gestured for him to have a seat in one of the armchairs. Only one of the chairs was suitably sized for a male, so it as obvious which one he was to sit in. He noticed a particular stiffness to the seat as he sat in it, and upon closer inspection, he found the chair to be in mint condition...new, one might say. Again, his hopes had him flying high. New, male-sized furniture?! Maybe...maybe she's preparing for a mate! Maybe...
Jack cut himself off there. For all he knew, she was going to tell him that she was interested in someone else. Maybe she'd had cousins or siblings over and she didn't have the appropriate furniture...and maybe pigs would fly.
Kara put the box of chocolates in the kitchen (again, an area suggested by more partitions) and sat in a chair right across from Jack. She was clearly a little anxious, but was trying her best to hide her feelings. The two sat in silence for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes before Jack realized he'd forgotten all his manners.
"Uh...oh, um...really nice place, Kara. This is beautiful..."
She smiled. "Really? Thanks; I'm glad you like it. I got the lease at a steal, and honestly, I love the openness. I mean, I added some walls, but I think it's so liberating to have the whole thing at least partially open, you know?"
"Absolutely," Jack agreed, and not just out of politeness. "I think it kind of functions as a retreat within the city." Seeing Kara's mildly confused look, he continued. "Well, it's like this whole place is like some field way outside the city; wide open ceiling, easy mobility...the whole bit kind of plays for a natural reproduction. Hence, you can retreat to your home for a vacation!"
Kara gave Jack a surprised look. "Wow, I'm impressed! That's very astute of you, Jack; that was exactly the kind of environment I was trying to create. I'm glad someone got it!" Again, they lingered in each other's gazes until this time Kara broke eye contact and shifted around in her seat, preparing for something important.
I'm sure some of you are wondering why I've called you here today...Jack thought, and suppressed a laugh. Heck, he was so nervous he was trying to keep his knees from quaking like California. Kara leaned forward, and Jack braced himself. It's now or never, man. Just go with it; no matter what happens, just stay cool and remember that you did your best. Kara began softly, smiling innocently as she did.
"Jack, over the past six weeks we've come to know each other fairly well, wouldn't you say?"
Jack nodded, keeping a neutral, if pleasant, face.
"And I think that we can be honest with each other, right?"
Again the nod, but his spirit started to lose its grip on the mountain of ice that was his surety.
"Well, Jack, the reason that I had you come upstairs was that-"
As much fun as it's been, Jack thought, his spirit beginning to slide down the icy slope.
"-although I know it's only been a few dates, and I know it's not customary-"
I just thought, you know, you'd want to hear it straight from me that you aren't worth my time. Jack spirit was in free fall now.
"-I don't think there's any need for another date-"
Jagged spikes of broken-heartedness rushing up towards him-
"-because I've made up my mind about you Jack."
When something most unfortunate is about to happen, there is that horrible moment where time stops. One has the chance to look around, take full stock of the beauty of the surroundings, have a last, "Well that was fun!" and then continue on one's merry into oblivion.
For Jack, he spent this time absorbed in the perfection of Kara's breasts. Why not? He was male, after all, and he was likely never to see them so close ever again. Kara let a dramatic pause hold too long into a pregnant one, and then dropped an atomic bomb on Jack.
"I would like for you to be my mate, Jack."
Jack's spirit was saved at the last minute by a bungee cord, and went hurtling back towards the summit on the rebound.
There is what one may describe as a "moment of shock" after you receive a particularly startling message. "I'm sorry, but your parents have just passed away in a tragic car accident." "So sorry to be the one to tell you, but we're foreclosing on your house." Jack was not in a state of shock; he was in a state of complete mental defragmentation. This must be what hallucinogenics are like, Jack thought, then quite literally shook himself awake.
"Wh-what?! Really?! ME!?!?! Absolutely! That is to say..." Jack managed to put some restraint on himself and act as he should at a time of such importance. "Ah...I would be...most honored to be your mate, Kara."
* * * * * *
Her smile spilt wide open in pure joy, and before Jack knew what had hit him, Kara had leapt over the coffee table between them and swept him up into her arms. She hugged him tightly, a little too tightly she realized as he gasped for breath.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry Jack! You've just made me so happy!" Again Jack found himself in a living vice, but the wall in front of him was Kara's breasts. I'll survive, I think...he thought to himself, eyeing the soft fur and flesh. Kara sat down again and sat Jack on her knee, stroking his head lovingly. "I'm sorry, I...I just thought I'd never find anyone like you. You're funny, smart; you make me feel so happy just to see you. And you have an exquisite body..." she murred, running a finger down his chest.
Jack laughed modestly. "Well, I thought I'd never meet anyone like you. You appreciate me for who I am...not what genes I can give your children! You're sophisticated, you like the same kind of music I do..." They both laughed, remembering the one wild night they went to a concert. "...and of course, you are staggeringly beautiful..."
Kara flushed at his comment and continued to run her fingers over his chest, murring softly. Jack could feel his pants beginning to get a little tight as he thought about what would come next, but he focused on Kara's face and strained to keep his arousal to a minimum...for now. He could not, however, mask the unmistakable scent that suddenly surrounded him. Lust. Pure lust. Two guesses as from whom he was picking this up.
Kara could tell Jack was struggling with his emotions as she too picked up on a scent, except that this one was Jack's. She could feel herself flushing and growing warmer in her lower regions, the feeling getting stronger second by second. After a few more moments of building anticipation, she decided to dispense with the pleasantries and hurry on to the Last Act of Courtship.
"Come with me, Jack," Kara said, her arousal already turning her speech into slow, seductive tones. Jack nearly lost it there, as he knew what was next, but he managed to keep from ripping his pants apart. Kara, without as much as a word of warning, picked Jack up like she would a small animal; under the armpits; and stood, carrying him across her apartment.
Jack couldn't help but shake the feeling of helplessness in the endeavor to which he'd just committed, but he was enjoying himself all the same. And Kara was...perfect. If he could have chosen any mate in the entire world, Kara still would have been his choice.
A few moments later, Kara had brought him to what must have been her bedroom. Again, it was little more than three partitions to suggest a room, but it was so beautifully decorated that Jack had trouble remembering that fact. Her enormous bed was covered in white silk sheets, pillows and furniture to match. Wall-mounted lamps cast their soft white light over the room, leaving it still dark, but with the shimmering glow of moonlight. The partitions, however, was where the real beauty lay. Each face had been painted to form a threefold panorama of a seaside cliff's edge. The grassy hills swept softly towards the precipice, over which the blue water reflected the perfectly cloudless sky. It was Elysian, to say the least.
Kara sat Jack carefully down onto the soft folds of her bed, smiling down at him as he gaped at the false view. "Wow..." he muttered.
"Yeah..." she said, musing. "It's just like you said, Jack; my retreat."
Jack looked up to her and smiled, feeling an inner sense of perfect harmony with Kara, the world...life in general. He sat on the sheet cross-legged, running his paws over the smooth fabric. He was jarred back to reality when he was nearly knocked flat on his face as Kara hopped on the bed, giggling, sending shockwaves across the surface. He laughed nervously and regained his seating, but Kara placed a finger on his chest and lightly pushed him backwards, a hungry, feral look in her eye.
In his becoming lost in the beauty of the room, Jack had almost forgotten about his duty. He lay on his back for a moment longer, and then lifted himself up on his elbows, facing Kara.
Sex-Ed in High School was brief. There were only three things that needed to be covered; societal conventions, foreplay, and the act of mating itself, as presented from an anatomical standpoint. STD's were unheard of in Jack's society; rigid social barriers had all but eliminated the concept of casual sex. Sex was a hallowed cultural act that occurred only between two consenting lifemates, and there were almost no exceptions.
As important as the mating itself is what was called the "Last Act of Courtship". It is a final commitment to one's mate before the act of mating occurs, and binds them together as lifemates. This is sacrosanct, and is untouchable even by law. All males and females who come of age memorize the ritual for the day when they would perform it.
Jack spoke slowly, in clear distinguished tones:
"Where you lead, I follow.
Where you fight, I stand strong.
Where you fall, I weep.
In love, and in life;
To bring our children forth,
And continue our ways."
Jack stood before Kara, and slowly removed his shirt, tossing it aside. His pants he left untouched; that wasn't his job. Kara would be the one to finish the ritual and complete their courtship.
Kara stood on her knees before Jack.
"Where you lead, I follow.
Where you fight, I stand strong.
Where you fall, I weep.
Under the moon, and sun eternal;
In this life, and the next,
To raise our young."
She reached up slowly and lifted off her shirt, her breasts bouncing free. It hadn't even occurred to Jack before now that Kara wasn't wearing a bra, but there wasn't so much as a hint of brassiere among the firm orbs of her shapely breasts. They bounced lightly as she moved, almost teasingly, and again, it took everything Jack had to restrain his erection.
Kara worked her shorts off slowly, stepping out of them. The smooth muscles in her thighs made the slightest ripples under her fur, her tail swishing slowly behind her. She ran her paw along the hem of her panties but left them on...for the moment. With careful, decided movements, she reached across the gap between the two of them, her paws working on the waist of Jack's pants. She let them drop, and ran her finger along the muscular curves of his abdomen, pausing ever so slightly at the bulge of his groin. Carefully, she pulled his boxers down and off, Jack's manhood dangling free in the soft light.
As females of his species were giants when compared to the males, it would seem to be impossible for efficient procreation to occur if the male's genitals remained what the readers might consider normal. Evolution, however, had an answer for that.
Jack felt a wave of relief come over him as his last piece of clothing fell away, and he shifted his weight to allow his now-unrestricted package to settle more comfortably between his legs. Jack wasn't one to be ridiculed in the locker-room, but neither was he a god of masculinity; he was actually only slightly above average in the size department when it came to his groin. The volleyball-sized orbs of Jack's fur-covered testicles, now free from the confines of his boxers, swung between his legs, reaching to just above his knees. His penis was still hidden in his sheath by an extraordinary display of willpower, but was obviously at least eight inches across. His tail was held up, but he kept himself from wagging it crazily.
Jack fully exposed, Kara reached slowly down to her panties, sliding her fingers under the elastic. She was grinning almost madly, her body pushed into a primeval state of arousal. She ran her tongue across her glistening teeth, giving her smile an eerie savageness. Kara worked her panties off inch by inch, exposing her sex, wet with anticipation. Kara suddenly flung her undergarments down and practically threw herself at Jack, her speed catching him off guard. She knocked him to his back again, and straddled his legs, running her fingers over his chest and groin. Kara growled fiercely.
Here we go... Jack thought as he couldn't resist any longer. Jack felt the blood rushing into his cock, swelling it, making it grow. His shaft sprang to life, literally; shooting out of his sheath like a rocket, becoming rock-hard in moments. It was at least three feet long, the great vein pulsing rapidly. Jack felt a little dizzy from the blood loss. He could already feel his balls beginning to tighten and swell, preparing to make more wolf-seed and dump their load.
Kara murred in shock as his cock shot out, but grasped it in her paws, almost possessively. Slowly, she worked her fingers up and down the shaft. Jack felt a wave of pleasure smash into his already intoxicated mind, and lay back to ride it out. Unnoticed, his balls began to fill, growing larger and larger, pressing against his legs and pushing them further apart. Kara let go of Jack with her right paw to move to her own sex, rubbing her moist inner folds, her vision blurring with pleasure. She continued to work on Jack with her left paw.
Jack felt like he was in a racecar, careening wildly along at two hundred miles an hour. If he'd been thinking about it, he would have noticed that his balls were now the size of beach balls, and still growing. After a few moments, Kara abruptly stopped rubbing herself or Jack, and lifted up on her hands, positioning her sex above his throbbing member. She smiled that toothy grin down at him, and then lowered herself onto him. Jack's mind was shattered by the feeling of being enveloped by Kara's warm, wet interior, and Kara gasped, muttering a random monosyllabic moan of ecstasy.
Kara bent her head down and gave Jack a loving lick. He returned by hugging her massive nose, and licking what of her muzzle he could reach. Continuing to lap at Jack affectionately, Kara began to buck against him, her pleasure growing by the second. Jack writhed underneath his mate, feeling his body speeding towards climax. Kara was straddling him on her knees, which allowed her to bounce up and down effectively without crushing the small male, her giant breasts bouncing as she did so. Her mind was reeling, and she howled as she drew near an orgasm, running both paws across her breasts, toying with her erect and sensitive nipples.
Running his paws along her inner thighs, Jack was damn near deafened by Kara's howl, but didn't let that stop the feeling. She began to buck against him more slowly, but with greater power, and suddenly, Jack felt Kara's sex clench against his member as she orgasmed. Her fluids seeped out and around her impaled sex, running down Jack's thighs. He gritted his teeth as he felt his balls suddenly constrict, his urethra ballooning as gallons of hot wolf-sperm gushed out of him. It was his turn to howl, and what he lacked in volume he made up for in quality; his deep ethereal howl resonating across the room. Kara growled in pleasure as she felt his cock swell with his load, and bucked faster again to milk every last drop.
Jack came explosively, blasting Kara's cervix with his hot sperm. "Oh...GODS...!!!" Jack moaned as he came forcefully, the steady stream of cum shooting out of him. He gripped Kara's fur for support, leaning forward, his abdominal muscles clenching involuntarily. Kara rubbed her paws across her copious cleavage, moaning as she felt Jack's warmth spread within her. Jack gritted his teeth again as he felt his flow subside, his cock twitching and sending out the last few globs of jizz into Kara.
He finally stopped his ejaculation, and lay back exhausted. Kara murred in pleasure, and leaned forward to give him another hearty lick, carefully lifting herself off of his member. She lay next to him, her pussy dripping with their combined fluids, running her fingers over Jack's taut chest.
"I love you, Jack."
He lolled his head towards Kara sleepily. "I love you too, my mate."
* * * * * *
Sometime in the early morning, he wasn't sure when exactly, Jack sat up wearily and looked to his giant mate's sleeping form. Her lust satiated, Kara had fallen asleep nearly on top of him, but had thankfully rolled onto her side, allowing him to get up. Her breasts swayed slightly as her chest moved with each breath; from Jack's perspective, the air moving sounded like a cave drawing a powerful wind in and out. Her eyelids twitched as she dreamed.
It must be at least seven... Jack thought, seeing the faint light filtering in through the blinds on the far wall. The light gave the whole apartment a light yellow glow, the various partitions casting uneven shadows. Jack stood unsteadily, waiting for his dizziness to pass. All the blood used to mate hadn't quite found its way back to the rest of his body, so his few steps were shuffling, clumsy ones. He trod across the silken sheets as quietly as he could, heading for the edge of the bed. Lucky for Jack, the bed was only fifteen feet high, so by hanging from one edge of the much-disturbed sheets he was able to safely drop to the floor.
Getting his bearings, he walked across the chilly hardwood floor towards the bathroom, and threw his weight against the door. It swung open relatively easily and Jack was relieved to find that it had recently been fitted with a male-sized stairway to the sink as well as a small commode. He trudged up the stairs, turned the lights on, then hurried back down to close the door. Jack found that closing the door proved more difficult than opening it, and took a few moments to hold in a mostly closed position. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, then turned to take care of "business".
Having worshiped the porcelain god, Jack made his way up the metal stairs back up to the sink. He hefted the handles until he got a steady stream of water running, and threw some water against his face, sitting along the edge of the sink. He sat in silence, reflecting on all that had happened. He rubbed his balls gently, running his paw along their taut surfaces. They had swollen to the size of his head permanently due to all the action they had seen recently, but Jack wasn't worried. He'd been taught that such a thing would happen; he was just getting used to the reality of it, knowing that they would grow even more if he and Kara kept at it like that.
After their initial coupling, Jack had lain in Kara's arms for some time, enjoying the warmth of his mate's afterglow. They had talked softly about their future, about how happy they would be together. Eventually, Kara had grown silent, and Jack began to nod off, when he felt her move again. Looking up at her looming figure with bleary eyes, he'd asked a garbled "Whazzrong?"
Kara had grinned down at him with that gleaming smile of teeth, growling hungrily. The scene struck Jack as mildly frightening, but he was too tired to rationalize his thoughts or even act on them. Kara hunched down, her muzzle right in his face, her warm breath wafting over him. It smelled faintly of Colgate toothpaste, Jack had noticed.
"Why nothing's wrong, per se..." Kara murred, licking his face with her large tongue.
"Oh, that's good..." Jack muttered, still not quite awake.
"However..."
Jack's ears pricked up at this; it was partially the fact that he was slowly drawing towards full consciousness, but partially the lusty timbre of her voice.
"Yeah...?" Jack asked cautiously. With a blindingly fast move, Kara was on top of Jack again, tossing the sheets aside. He made a futile attempt to resist her, which she thwarted by simply pinning his arms to the bed with her knees. She drew her face up against his, rubbing her muzzle against his body.
"Well, you see, I just can't sleep...and here I've got you; such a handsome male here all by myself...Whatever am I to do?..."
Jack had a pretty good idea, but he thought he'd try something; just for the hell of it.
"Uh...count sheep?" He grinned uneasily. That was not quite what his mate had in mind.
They had mated again. And again. And again still. Kara was insatiable, using him as she might a sex-toy. Twelve times in all they had mated throughout the night, not counting their first time. Jack shook his head, remembering those long hours not too long past, thinking, What have I gotten myself into?
He did love Kara; that hadn't changed, but he was a little worried. Was every night going to be like this? Or even the days? Jack didn't mind that much, really, but he would like some say in the matter. What if he really wasn't in the mood?
Musing over these thoughts, Jack didn't even notice that the door had opened until a seductive voice spoke from behind him.
"Hey, lover..."
* * * * * *
Jack sprang to his feet and whirled around, backing away a little. He grinned a false smile of nervousness. "WHA-Oh! Uh...morning Kara...h-how're you?" He meeped as he found himself backing into the faucet handles; effectively pinned. Kara smiled a sleepy, warm smile that softened Jack up quite a bit; it was a smile from the old Kara. Pre-mating Kara. She yawned, and arched her back, stretching. Her exposed breasts bounced and Jack had to force his eyes away from them.
"Ahhhh...oh, I'm good. How are you? You know, Jack..." she moved to the sink, sitting on the counter. Her nude bottom was damn near right in front of him, and he found it mildly distracting, but he did his best to stay focused on Kara's eyes. "I'm sorry about last night. I...I don't know what came over me. I just saw you there and..." she trailed off.
Jack walked to her and placed a tentative paw on her thigh. She smiled down at him, and ruffled his headfur.
"I love you, Jack."
"I love you too, Kara." And he meant it.
Kara scratched an itch on her bum (which Jack found MOST distracting), then stood again. Jack was no longer afraid she was going to jump him, and he plopped down on the counter, watching her with the genuine interest of someone trying to learn about their mate. Kara stretched a little more, then looked around in that aimless gaze that is usually attributed to five a.m. After a moment, her eyes settled on the large shower stall in the corner. It was very spacious; at least twenty feet wide on either side, and was a very Art-Deco black and chrome color scheme.
"I need a shower. How about you?"
Jack was a little startled at the question, unsure of how to interpret it. "Uh...yeah, I guess I could use a shower..."
Kara smiled, noticing he wasn't picking up on her intentions. "Do you want to share?"
Jack was again speechless, but shook himself out of it, quite sure he knew where this was heading, but not all together sure which alternative was worse; refusing his giant mate or taking a shower with her, nude...wet...and with her behavior last night as a precedent to be concerned about. What the hell... Jack thought, hoping Kara's morning stupor would restrain her. Besides, she couldn't possibly want more, not after all of last night...could she?
* * * * * *
The water ran over Jack, warm and soothing. He just stood there for a while enjoying it, then wiped the beads of water from his eyes and looked up. Above and in front of him, Kara washed herself while humming happily, quite absorbed by it. Jack was standing on the seat that extended from out of the wall, and the fortunate positioning of the showerhead let a few stray streams of water pour over him; a perfect male-sized shower. Fate was weird that way. The seat also allowed him a clear line-of-sight to either Kara's bum or her groin; nice bonus.
Jack washed himself with a fragment of soap he'd clawed off Kara's bar, which was the size of an armchair to him. He could have laughed at the fact that if he didn't already smell like Kara, the soap sure as hell would make him! Not that it mattered; the soap had a strong, but refreshing scent, and Kara smelled great anyways. Besides which, he was technically hers now, and people would wonder if he didn't smell different.
He finished with the soap and, for lack of a better option, tossed it aside, letting it swirl down the drain. He began to rinse off, the slowly stopped, and turned, realizing that Kara was standing above him, hands placed comically on her hips, looking down at him. She had that same grin from last night on her face.
Oh shit... Jack thought, then waved a soapy paw at her. "Hi..." His voice was weak and filled with dread. Kara licked her lips, then crouched down, her muzzle now at his eye level. She rested her chin on the seat, looking down her muzzle at her mate, smiling contentedly. Jack slowly continued rinsing off, eyes flicking back and forth between the still-soapy bits of his body and Kara. When he finished, Kara smiled at him, her teeth showing. That's eerie...Jack thought, looking at her fangs.
"All clean?" she asked, her voice a little too chipper.
Jack nodded.
"Hm...whatever should we do then?"
Bolt for the door, Jack's mind responded. No, he couldn't do that. For one thing, jumping from this height while he was wet was a sure-fire way to break his neck. Besides, Kara would be on him in an instant. He tried to distract her from her lusty thoughts.
"Uh, well...hungry? I could use some breakfast; how about you? They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day..." He spoke hurriedly, and could have smacked himself; he sounded so desperate.
Kara grinned again, and stood. "Hm...you know, I think you're right. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I am so hungry..."
Holy shit, she bought it! Jack's heart leapt for joy. "Well I'd be happy to make breakfast; what do you want? Omelette...pancakes...oatmeal...?"
Kara struck a contemplative pose that struck Jack as being utterly false. "Decisions, decisions...Oh! I know what I want..."
With that, Kara pushed Jack onto his back and sat down, straddling him with her mighty legs. She was laughing lightly like it was all a joke. Jack sure as hell wasn't laughing. Stuck between her thighs, his face inches from her snatch, Jack struggled frantically, then lay back in the puddles around him. Oh fuck...
Kara nonchalantly brushed a stray hair from her face as she looked down at him, making sure not to sit all the way down by propping herself up on her arms. She was grinning that toothy grin that she had on the night before; one Jack would come to associate with a "Drop everything and fuck!" feeling.
"Kara...isn't it a bit early in the morning for sex? I mean, Jesus...we went thirteen times last night!"
That actually seemed to get through to her, and her face changed ever so briefly. Jack had the mental image of Kara as he used to know her struggling to break through the surface of this nymphomaniacal Kara. However, her grin only faltered for a second, and then she leaned down, ruffling his wet headfur with her fingers.
"Aww...tuckered out? Then I'll do all the work...besides; you're mine now, Jackie..."
* * * * * *
SIX MONTHS LATER...
Jack lay in bed, napping a little as he waited for Kara to get home from work. She was closing some deal with this snotty French collector he'd had the misfortune to meet at a party three or four weeks ago. She was a collie, and while very beautiful, a little too free with her eyes...specifically towards Jack. Apparently no one had told her just how serious wolf-mates were. Kara had gotten pissed real fast, and had practically threatened her life. Still, she wanted some of the Monet's Kara had, and so they continued to do business. At home, Kara insisted on calling her "Le Bitch."
They had been formally married two weeks after their completing the Last Acts, and the ceremony was really nice. Kara's family was very kind to him, and his family was very congratulatory to Kara, being "the perfect one to finally tie him down!" After the ceremonies, they'd left for a three week honeymoon in Bermuda...which they spent most of in the bedroom. If Jack had thought Kara was insatiable on their first night, he goddamn well KNEW it after their honeymoon. Hell; he'd had to buy all new pants his balls had swollen so much, and he'd had some trouble walking with his newly engorged assets.
Jack'd quit his job begrudgingly after they'd gotten back, sad to see the doors for the last time. He really had liked his job...but them's the breaks. He stayed at home now, not doing much of anything except cleaning and running errands and working out. Kara insisted on cooking, which was fine by him, but as a trade she'd insisted he take up weight-lifting. Jack didn't even need to ask why; he knew it was to make him a big buff sex-toy for her to have more fun with. Besides, the housework didn't occupy that much of his time anyways, so what else was he to do? By working out he was now "ripped"; with almost no visible body fat, and his arms bulging with biceps. And he used to laugh when he saw guys this built-up!
He rolled over slowly, looking at the bedside clock, checking the time. 4:46. She'd be home any minute. Jack rolled back over, laying on top of their bed nude as he waited for Kara to get home so she could have her obligatory sex before dinner. After going without him for the whole day, she had a tendency to...jump him when she got home, so after a few days he'd decided to make things easier on himself and just wait in the bedroom.
Jack ran his fingers along his muscular thigh, brushing them against his massive balls. They were now the size of beach balls, two feet in diameter each normally. They pushed his legs far apart when he sat down, and he had given up wearing anything at all down there. Jack was finding it more and more difficult to walk, and he was just glad that there were no laws against males going around nude; otherwise he'd have been stuck indoors for the rest of his life. He became increasingly afraid of immobility, but Kara assured him that that was impossible, and that if it looked like something like that was going to happen, she'd cut back on screwing him.
With balls that big, sex had become like some mad hallucinogenic dream for Jack. They swelled at least twice their normal size during sex, forcing him to place his own legs up on them, straddling his own massive equipment. His cock had remained largely unchanged by comparison, now at about five feet long and a foot wide. When he came though...it was like seeing a fire hose go. Kara had jerked him off a few times, so he'd been able to see the explosion of cum that had erupted from him, drenching her and him with his own warm seed.
Jack heard the door swing open, and readied himself. He waited. And waited. Something was different today; usually, Kara raced through the apartment, tearing off her clothes until she came to the bedroom and leapt at him, fucking him in an instant. Instead, he heard her slow steady footsteps make her way through their apartment until she came to the opening of the partitions that served as the door, smiling and leaning against the wall.
Jack didn't say anything, and for a while, Kara only looked at him with a pure love he had thought buried underneath her libido, and then she made her way to the bed and lay next to him, cradling him in her arms.
"I have some good news, my mate..."
"Did you sell those pieces, dear?" Jack asked, wondering what was going on. She never came home like this, and certainly had never wanted to tell him good news before a fuck. Something big must be going on...
Kara smiled, running her fingers through his headfur. "Yeah, but that's not what I wanted to tell you...Jack, how long have we been mating?"
Jack was shocked at the question, not sure where this was going. "Well, you know that! We've been mating on a regular basis since we first coupled six months ago; why? That's what mates do." Especially mates where the female is a nympho...he thought sarcastically, but looked to her with genuine concern. She was really starting to freak him out.
Kara only smiled though, and continued to pet him gently, lovingly. "I...well...I started thinking something was...funny...last month. I thought, "Maybe I'm wrong!" so I didn't do anything, but this morning I got up -after we had sex- and I just knew." She paused, still stroking him softly.
"I went to the doctor's in the morning before I had to meet that bitch for the sale...there's something important I need to tell you."
Jack was practically squirming from the anticipation, and looked to Kara with wide eyes; not sure how to feel about all this. Was she sick? What was wrong? ...Was he in danger of it? WHAT?!
"A-and..." he stammered.
"Jack...all our mating has come to fruition."
He lay there in his giant mate's arms, absorbing that statement. Did...did she really say that? His heart lifted through the mist of doubt and worry he'd built up and he looked to her with bright eyes.
"You...Surely...Are we going to...?"
Kara's face lit up like a light and she hugged Jack tightly against her, murring.
"Jack; I'M PREGNANT! We're going to have our first litter! Isn't this wonderful?!"
Jack would have laughed, cried, shouted in elation; anything, but Kara was holding him too tightly. He gasped for air, and she quickly released him a little, apologizing. As soon as he caught his breath, he howled for joy. The sound was powerful; a deep primitive expression of his ultimate pride. He was going to father cubs!
Kara laughed, tears of joy running down her cheeks and she joined him in his howl, her louder tones mixing with his deep undulation and joining harmoniously. Their combined howls echoed throughout the apartment, soaring throughout the neighborhood, turning the heads of their neighbors. They'd heard a lot of noises from Jack and Kara, but this was a new one.
Their passionate cries of joy lasted for a while, then slowly turned into powerful howls of lust, resonating throughout the apartment for hours as the mates 'celebrated'.