Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 15:23:15 +0100
From: john aldridge <pegasusunicorn52@msn.com>
Subject: The Wolf 03

This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species.
	If this type of material offends then you should not read
it. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age--no matter where you
live in the world--you are not to read this story by law.
	This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living
or dead or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
	The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication
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Copyright © 2010 EJA


THE WOLF

By

EJA

From Chapter Two:
	Contrary to Davy's expectations, Wolf didn't turn so they were ass
to ass. Since wolves are basically dog-like, the fact that his new mate
stood over him all during the exchange of fluid went against the grain--at
least to the boy's mind. This creature was definitely different and the boy
wondered what other surprises might be in store up here, near the Top of
the World--as the terrain was known locally.
	The cum poured into Davy without let-up and, true to his surmise,
the boy's stomach began to distend with the amount shooting into him. For
better than an hour--at least that was how it seemed--the animal donated
every drop of semen his balls were able to produce.
	Then, finally, the cum was over and all the pair needed to do was
wait for the knot to reduce in size so that it could be safely removed from
the boy's ass; the fact that the wolf was patient enough to wait spoke
volumes of how he considered his new mate's wellbeing.
	Altogether, Davy calculated, they had been joined for better than a
couple of hours. No other animal had been as considerate to the well-being
of the boy. Save one.


Chapter Three


That One was the dog who had seduced him better than a year ago.
	The boy had gone to the village with a list of grocery supplies
that were needed then, having completed his errand and arranged for
delivery with the grocer, Davy set off for home.
	With most of his chores done after his father left to work in the
fields, the boy had time on his hands, pretty much as he did nearly every
day. So, with that thought in mind, Davy just ambled along.
	His route took him along a hardly-used path through a spur of trees
that jutted out of the forest. As he walked, Davy gazed up at the
tree-tops. He had, by now, become used to seeing all manner of birds as
well as squirrels and other assorted rodents in this spur. But what he
hadn't seen before was the well-developed dog that stepped out from behind
a tree and barred his path.
	Jet black it was, from muzzle to tail. It studied the diminutive
lad in front of him and curled his lip. The dog stepped forward and gave
such an intense growl that the boy was terrified. He took a step back then
without waiting to see what the animal would do, Davy simply turned and
ran.
	Big mistake.
	In seconds the huge hound was on him, knocking the frightened boy
to the ground. The impact left Davy stunned, his thoughts muddled. Dimly he
was aware that the beast had gripped his collar and thrown him across his
back.
	The animal stepped off the path and into the forest. After
travelling a short distance, the creature stopped and, with a shrug of his
huge shoulders, got Davy off his back. Judicious use of paws and mouth put
Davy face down over a fallen log, shorts and underwear around his ankles.
	The dog stepped back and surveyed his prize. Davy's ass was at the
highest point on the log but still below the animal's head. So the beast
moved his muzzle against the boy's crack and probed it with his long
tongue.
	Davy recovered as the probing tongue found his pucker and forced
its way inside, laving it and making it wider in the process. Five minutes
of this and the boy was hard. He moaned as the tongue found his sex button
and began to manipulate it. Soon he was leaking pre-cum onto the
moss-covered log and he was wriggling his hips, indicating to the animal
that he was ready and willing to be taken.
	The creature placed his forelegs on either side of the prone boy
and aimed his cock at the crack his tongue had recently vacated. With one
single thrust the dog impaled Davy to the log and slid ten fleshy inches
inside of him. Davy let out a yell that scared birds from the trees and
might have been heard in the village, had they been near it, which they
weren't.
	The fuck was long; Davy was no longer a virgin. It didn't take him
long to become accustomed to the thrusting tool and, by the time the dog's
knot had formed, he was well used to the animal's method of fucking.
	But then the dog surprised him by climbing off the log and turning
so that they were ass to ass. Davy remained where he was; instinct told him
that to remove himself at this point would damage him internally. He
recalled seeing several bitch dogs getting "puppyfied," as he put it, in
exactly the same method; they always stood ass to ass until the dog was
finished.
	So Davy did the same. He simply waited.
	It took the better part of an hour before the animal was small
enough for the pair of them to separate. When they did, cum gushed from the
boy's ass and splashed harmlessly on the ground between Davy's knees.
	Exhausted, Davy was about to get off the log when the dog began to
lick him, both internally and externally, cleaning the boy up as only the
dog could. Davy moaned appreciatively and turned to look at the big beast.
	Their eyes stayed on each other as the animal went about his
business in a fashion that brought more pleasure to the boy. Finally Davy
was as clean as the dog could make him but the creature's tongue remained
inside the boy's ass. The dog's jaws opened wider as he buried more and
more of his tongue inside Davy.
	By now both knew the dog was going to do it again; his cock was as
hard as ever--as was Davy's. The tongue cleaning had had that effect.
	According to their desires, Davy gave his ass a wriggle as the dog
withdrew his tongue. Thus encouraged, the big animal climbed atop the log
once more and, without needing to look what he was doing, slid his hard
tool back inside Davy's ass.
	This time the fuck took even longer but, at the end of it, Davy was
so in love with cock he knew he'd be looking to have his ass filled on a
daily basis.
	That was the start of the eleven-year-old's sexual odyssey in his
village and its surroundings. To his surprise there was quite a lot of
men--of all ages--who were willing to feed Davy their cock in either
hole. And then, when the sexual pickings were thin on the ground, there was
always Davy's regular paramour, the dog who had introduced the boy to the
joys of sex.
	The big beast took up residence near Davy's home, just out of sight
in the forest proper, and the boy could count on at least a couple of fucks
in his bed or, if his father were home, over this moss-covered log which
was, surprisingly enough, less than five minutes walk from the back door.
	Thus the boy was no innocent when the wolf took him and, although
they were many, many miles from said back door, Davy knew he was home, here
in this tree, with this much larger creature--larger by far than the dog
who had set Davy down this particular road.
	All of these thoughts were read by the wolf as he stood over the
boy, his cock pulsing with the passage of cum into the lad. When he had
first spotted Davy the wolf knew that the boy was familiar with
animal/human sex, thus encouraging the animal to take things further than
his initial intent; a quick fuck then away. Despite his horniness--or maybe
because of it--he had intended to seek out a mate of his own kind. But
Davy's situation called for an alteration to his plan.
	This boy would be his mate--and the "mother" of his future
children.
	Although offspring was unknown here on this world if an animal
mated with a human--and a male one at that--Wolf knew of a way that his
desire would come to fruition.
	**You have a wish to stay here then?** he telegraphed to Davy after
the pair separated and lay down on the bed of moss and leaves.
	**Yes, as your mate,** was the boy's response. He turned and
snuggled into the wolf's belly fur. **I'm happier than I've been in
years,** he added.
	**Since your mother died,** Wolf told him, simply stating the fact.
	**Yes,** Davy acknowledged. **I wished my father would have loved
me some more but he's been full of anger since Mom died and has taken it
out on me.** He closed his eyes and in a few seconds was sound asleep; the
sex had exhausted him.
	The wolf closed his eyes, too. His love for this furless creature
went beyond what a wolf normally feels for a mate; he would move the whole
world to ensure that their relationship--now begun--continued. Then, once
the pups started arriving, they could take over the raising of them.
	Pups. That word had a nice ring to it, Wolf thought as sleep
claimed him and his own breathing deepened.

Davy's eyes opened incrementally. At first he failed to remember where he
was but then the events of the previous day returned and he smiled. At last
he had found a home and someone to love--and who would love him; he got
that much from Wolf's demeanour just before they fell asleep.
	Then he blinked. Pups? Where did the thought of pups come from? Did
this wonderful lover really think he could impregnate a human--and a male
human at that? Surely that was against all manner of odds.
	But then he realised that, locked away from the world as he had
been, it might be feasible to have a child. Only time would tell--and maybe
Wolf would, too.
	He sensed then that Wolf was awake. Davy moved his head and looked
up. Wolf was gazing at him with such love in the depths of his eyes it
virtually stole Davy's breath; he felt exactly the same way. And in only a
couple of days.
	**Good morning, my love,** Wolf greeted Davy.
	Davy returned the greeting with exactly the same words. **What will
today bring?** he asked the wolf as the beast licked his face with his big
tongue.
	**Ablutions first, I think,** the wolf told him, **then we should
start thinking about a meal.**
	Davy's stomach growled as the word "meal" was mentioned and both
chuckled in their own fashion. **Maybe it'd be better if it were the other
way round,** the boy suggested. **Food first, then washing.**
	Nodding his head, Wolf agreed. **A nice tasty rabbit wouldn't go
amiss about now,** he told the boy. **I know where there's a whole warren
full of them.**
	Despite his hunger, Davy's stomach shrivelled at the thought of
eating a raw animal. **I'm not trying to offend your sensibilities,** Davy
told his lover, **but I'm unable to eat a rabbit raw. I've eaten rabbit in
the past but it's always been cooked.**
	**Cooked?** Evidently Wolf hadn't heard of the term.
	**Burnt with a flame,** was the only way the boy could phrase the
explanation.
	**What's the point of doing that?** the wolf queried.
	Davy thought for a moment. **It makes the meat more tasty; more
full of flavour.**
	The wolf considered this. **Do you know how to burn the animal?**
	Davy nodded. **I had to do this for my father--at least since my
mother died. He always liked a cooked meal when he got home from the
fields. Yes, I know how to cook a rabbit--and any other kind of meat you
may bring back.**
	**Very well then,** Wolf told him. **I will go and catch a rabbit
and give this "cooking" business a try.**
	**And I'll look around our cave here and see where is best to cook
the creature when you return,** Davy told Wolf as the beast disentangled
himself from the boy and stood up.
	In an approximation of a kiss Wolf licked Davy's face then
disappeared from the cave.
	For the first time since meeting Wolf Davy wished he still had his
clothes; now that the wolf was gone, the lad was feeling the chill that
permeated the beast's lair.
	Shivering but knowing he must get used to this--at least until he
could fashion some sort of protection for his furless body--the boy began
to explore. He needed some sort of flat surface below a natural chimney to
allow the smoke from the fire to escape.
	It didn't take him long to find what he was searching for--and a
bonus close by. Exactly as he had envisioned it; a roughly flat surface and
a fissure above it which, on closer examination, proved to lead to the
surface.
	However, while he was exploring the general area, he came across a
bear's furry hide--complete with its head. What had happened to the rest of
the body Davy could only guess at. The surface he had chosen for his fire
had a faint residue to it and he assumed that some hunter had made this
cave his home some years ago. He had killed the bear and eaten its body to
keep up his strength then, when winter was over, he had left the cave and
its somewhat grisly remains.
	Quickly the boy fashioned a knife from a sharp piece of stone and
began hacking away at the neck. He knew the skin would help protect him
from the chill when he didn't have his lover to keep him warm.
	Finally, his hands bleeding where the sharp stone had cut them, his
task was complete and it was with a sense of relief that Davy donned the
makeshift clothing. He was even able to make some kind of footwear out of
the bear's feet. It made walking awkward but at least he was able to get
about.
	Venturing outside the boy collected various twigs and small
branches with which to make his fire and returned with them to the tree
cave.
	It took Wolf more than an hour to kill the two rabbits he had
determined they would need for their meal and get them back to his home
under the tree. By now Davy had got the fire going; firecraft had been
shown to him by a man a few doors down from where he had lived in the
village. The cave became so warm he was able to shed the bearskin, although
he left the footwear on.
	Wolf, guided by the heat, looked at the feet of his lover and
asked, **Where did you get those?**
	Davy explained about his exploration and the discovery nearby. He
lifted up the bearskin and told the wolf that this would protect him from
the chill of the cave.
	At once the wolf was contrite; he should have considered Davy's
health when he "suggested" they leave the boy's clothes behind. He wouldn't
be so inconsiderate in the future, he determined.
	It took Davy a couple of hours to cook one of the rabbits--the
other one, it was decided, would keep in the chill of the cave for the next
meal--after skinning it. Since the bearskin was so voluminous he kept the
skins of the rabbits with the idea of collecting enough to fashion a
better-fitting garment. The skin was stored at the back of the cave,
although Davy did wonder if they would stink the place out as they dried.
	On tasting his first cooked meal Wolf declared that it was
definitely better than eating it raw although Davy wondered if he was
"saying" that in order not to offend.
	Finally, the meal finished, Wolf looked at the boy. **We need to
talk, my love,** he said.
	**About puppies?** Davy interjected.
	Wolf nodded. **About puppies,** he repeated.
	**You think you and I might be able to make puppies together,**
Davy added. **What makes you so sure?**


##To be continued##

More on this conversation will follow in the next chapter in which we will
discover what exactly is on Wolf's mind.

Now I have a favour to ask of my readers. Could you provide suggestions for
the wolf's name. Davy can't go on thinking of his mate simply as Wolf (nor
can I). But I'm having trouble finding a suitable name for the animal. Give
me a list and, whichever one I deem most appropriate will result in the
originator's name appearing as a character in the sequel I've got in mind
or at the end of a chapter in a note like this(your choice).

Also, continue to let me know what you think.

My e-mail address is: pegasusunicorn52@msn.com