Codex: Wolf Breeding

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By: Perdita (But really written by SomeKindofWizard)

It takes a while for her to come-to. There’s a jingling sound that captures her attention, and long, green wolf ears tilt this-way and that to locate its origin. Thankfully it seems that whatever knocked her out didn’t have to clock her around the head to do it, judging by the lack of a headache.

Was it drugs then? She wasn’t too sure. When the jingling reveals itself to be a simple wind-chime, the girl opens her eyes.

Before nearly leaping out of her fur. Or she would, if she could. Thankfully the rational part of her brain takes hold quickly; it’s just her own reflection. Of course, that raises other matters entirely, as it would seem that she can see she’s rather trussed up in some kind of brace. Her name was Aurin, a roughly five-foot-five Wolf-girl with, with short purple-tinted hair, and green fur. Her large ears continue to swivel about, listening for anyone approaching who might have heard her waking up.

So far nothing. Dark purple-colored eyes inspect the rest of her body in this brace. Sadly all of Aurin’s clothing is gone... and looking around doesn’t reveal it to be anywhere nearby. The room itself looks more like a particularly spacious tent, of heavy fabric walls. There are lanterns hanging inside, brightening the whole ‘room’ up.

Probably nighttime, she thinks. Hopefully night of the same day, unless she’s been tied up for over a day. Considering there’s still feeling in her fingers and paws, that’s probably not the case. Aurin returns to doing a mental catalogue of herself; admittedly, she makes for a rather... attractive... sight. Although the majority of her fur is neon-green, from the tips of her ears right down to a bright fuzzy tail, her underside is a softer, downier fluff of pastel-green fur. Lupine, digitigrade legs covered in almost leopard-like patterns of dark purple are likewise suspended.

Right. The brace...

What appear to be two long, waist-height bars covered in squishy material and comfy furs suspend the Wolf-Girl, one arm and one leg on the left, one arm and one leg on the right, leaving her in a rather undignified position. Although the straps don’t appear tight, testing their strength reveals them to be something sinuous and flexible... up to a point. The bars take her weight with no issue, despite the thickness of her thighs, broadness of her hips, and the pendulous e-cup breasts that hang towards the floor.

Apparently gravity has been doing its work on her naked body, considering her nipples have grown dark enough to make out their color beneath the light fur of her underside. Just about the only part of Aurin not tied into this brace would be her tail–but it is not exactly a tail-wagging situation.

The poor green Wolf-girl has no choice but to rest there, ass up in the air and womanhood on display, while she imagines just who her captors are.

She doesn’t have to wait long, thankfully. She can hear it before she can see it; more jingling and jangling. What Aurin had assumed before to be some kind of wind-chime might actually be a large number of metallic piercings. The tent’s flap finally opens up, revealing a starry night-sky on the open plains.

And a massive, muscular woman like some massive humanoid hyena. Her muzzle is a little shorter than expected, and her long ears look a little ragged at the tips. A number of thick golden rings hang from them though; the source of the chiming sound. Her fur seems thick and coarse, and the immediately overwhelming scent of horniness fills the tent. She wears no clothing on her chest, allowing huge pillowy tits to hang freely, with their own ring-piercings to boot. The only piece of clothing she does have on, is a thigh-length cloth skirt. It hangs off of her hips, dipping low to accommodate for a stubby little fluffy tail.

She looks Aurin up and down, before letting out a pleased little giggle that begins somewhere at the back of her throat. At the same time, her dress tents out hard enough to be lifted up her muscular body, bunching around her waist. If the smell of horniness hadn’t been potent before, it’s intoxicating now. Small pieces of the Wolf-girl’s reason float away in the breeze at the sight of what appears to be a foot-long cock, oozing pre. Along with a tight, sultry snatch freely oozing lubricant down matted-furred-thighs.

“Good evening miss.” the Gnoll–that was it, she remembered it now–finally says, voice a low growl full of promise. Despite herself, Aurin wiggles her hips in her restraints, feeling moisture gather as her loins grow hot in the pheromonal cloud.

“H-hi” she says, after a long expectant silence.

“Not many words, I see. I like that. Sometimes they complain.” the Gnoll grins with a broad, toothy maw, walking in properly and letting the tent flap drop. Each jingling step draws the Hyena-girl closer, and when she finally comes to a stop, her prick hangs an inch away from Aurin’s face. It waves hypnotically from side to side, and despite herself, the Wolf-girl’s mouth starts to hang open, drinking in the hormonal funk.

“Don’t you worry little Wolfie, we’ll be really good to you, and let you go afterwards.”

Aurin blinks a few times, trying to push through the haze blanketing her mind. “We?” she asks, trying not to salivate at the futa-rod practically mashing itself into her maw.

“Please! Good breeding stock like you? I have sisters to share with!” The Gnoll says with an indignant huff. “I’m not a savage. You’re all comfy, right?” Aurin blinks at her question, wriggling her limbs a little. “I thought so. See? We’ve got this down to a find art. Heck! Maybe you’ll even want to stay! I bet we can milk pleeenty of orgasms out of you...”

The Wolf-girl squirms a little in her perch, blinking a few times. “Sisters?” she finally asks, watching while Aurin saunters around behind her. The position she’s tied down in doesn’t allow her to look entirely behind her, and eventually–despite her towering stature–moves away from line of sight.

“See, it’s this nice long tails. They’re very attractive. I like to see them wagging.” The Gnoll says, lifting the fluffy, neon-green extremity out of the way. It reveals a soaking-wet snatch, already thoroughly prepared and winking at the breeze. “I’m sure it will be after a little attention, wouldn’t you say?”

All Aurin does is let out a soft moan, entirely at the massive woman’s mercy. Her entire body stiffens up, tail on end when a hand finds itself on her rear, giving one broad cheek a squeeze. The Gnoll gives her ass a few gentle slaps, chuckling at the reaction. “Look at you, Wolfie! Every time I give you a spank that slit of yours tightens up. You’re more ready for this than I thought.”

No response comes to the Lupine captive’s mind, she just shivers and twitches. The Gnoll huffs softly and gives her rear-end a firm squeeze. “Name’s Jerra. I like to know a girl’s name before I stuff her full of my get.”

“A-Aurin. I’m Aurin.”

Jerra performs another Hyena-like laugh from the back of her throat, spanking a little harder. The Wolf-girl moans and groans properly at that, tail wagging a little. “Well, Aurin. I’d been planning to get you all prepared here! But it seems you’re already prepared for me. Poor little horny pup.”

Aurin hangs her head in embarrassment, although it’s a short-lived embarrassment once a thick finger of Jerra’s trails along the length of her from clit-to-slit. Still, it’s a subtle agony not to be able to see what’s going on. She can hear the jingling from the Gnoll’s ears get lower down, and feel the soft huff of breath against her thighs.

Still; it catches her by surprise when a broad, wet tongue presses up against her feminine flower, lapping up juices like a sweet nectar. That also seems to be what it takes to finally get that tail to wagging. Jerra cackles softly, giving her slit a quick nuzzle along with a deep intake of breath. “Theeere we go! Knew you had it in you. Eager little thing. You certainly smell ready for a breeding.”

Instead of diving right into a fucking though, Aurin’s massive lover starts properly lapping away, practically making out with the tied-up Wolf. Every inch of tongue that parts her lips earns a sweet little moan or groan. After a couple of minutes of proper treatment, her womanhood is winking a greeting and begging for attention.

“Alright... now for the real job. Think you can take me, Aurin?” The towering Gnoll grins and stands up straight. Again there’s another jingle, and the sound of heavy fabric dropping to the ground. The Wolf-girl shudders as her partner steps forward, and a boiling hot, pre-dripping cock lands in the cushy cleft of her ass. After being lavished with attention and hot-boxed in a tent with the scent of a horny breeder, her entire body seems to be sending needy signals down-south. The lips of her pussy are flushed and parting, drooling excitement in preparation for pending penetration.

Still, the moment is drawn out by teasing; despite the sheer need in every one of Jerra’s gasping breaths, she saws her prick back and forth, until it’s liberally coated in their mixed juices.

Thankfully she’s prepared in short order, and the head of her cock is pressed up against labia, parting the welcoming folds that to kiss her oiled-up endowment.

...And then she stops. Aurin blinks a few times, before letting out a low whine. “W-why’d you stop?” she asks, trying to look properly over her shoulder. A firm hand squeezes her hip, and there’s another cackling giggle. The suspended Wolf growls and wiggles her hips “C’mon! Fuck me already you tease!”

“I prefer begging to sound... beg-ier, but that was pretty much what I was waiting for. I’d say hold on, but you’re kind of stuck there. Brace yourself!” With that announcement made, the oversized Hyena-woman lands a far harder spank on Aurin’s ass, before finally driving her hips home in the same fluid motion. The Wolf yelps in surprise as she reflexively clenches down from the spank, before realizing just how much tighter it was making her around the Gnoll’s cock.

The first few inches feel like an exquisite agony all at the same time; sensitive walls try to push the cock out, while desperate depths try to draw it in. All manner of shocks assail Aurin right to her core before progress stops. She groans and wriggles her hips, trying to loosen up for her newfound lover. “T-too tight!” Jerra grunts, apparently regretting her decision to go in hard. Instead she’s forced to part her legs, spread the Wolf-girl’s ass, and take things far slower.

“Fuck, it’s hardly going to be ‘breeding’ you if I’m at a snail’s pace!” she grunts, drawing herself slowly out. Despite the pressure with which her cock is clamped down on, the Wolf is so wet she has no way of keeping the Gnoll’s member embedded in her. Thankfully, she isn’t left wanting long, and this time the going is a lot smoother, mere inches turn to six, to seven, to eight... somewhere around inch nine, perilously close to kissing the entrance to Aurin’s womb, the massive Gnoll seems to bottom out, hips pressed up against the Wolf’s ass.

Reflexively, the neon-green cutie squeezes and flexes, muscles working to milk the mammoth member making its home within her depths. Her maw hangs open in a low groan of pleasure, already salivating at the sensation of being left full. Even with her face hard to spot from the Gnoll’s angle, her fluffy tail wagging furiously tells the rest of the story.

“Fuck, for an overgrown dog, you have a world-class pussy here, Aurin.” Jerra groans, unwilling to move or thrust, and risk spoiling the moment... and then the tent flap opens again. Aurin blinks in surprise, struggling to push words from her brain to her mouth. If the first Gnoll had been a towering woman, this one is practically a mammoth. Although her attire is much the same, there’s a little extra jewelry on her; golden chains hang from her shoulders and rest in the canyons of her cleavage.

When she speaks up, her voice is a deep hungry growl; akin to the Gnoll currently hilted in Aurin’s slobbering pussy, she has the same Hyena-features. Although her fur is a deep brown instead of the standard beige of the other Gnolls. Her muzzle is a little more defined, and her hair hangs down the right side of her head. An undershave with patterns crossing through it adorns the left... all in all, a very tribal and aggressive appearance. “Oi, Jerra. Thought you could get a head start on me, huh?”

The predatory roll of the larger Gnoll’s voice puts tremors through the Wolf-girl’s body, and Jerra lets out a soft gasp at the reactive clench of her pussy. As the tent-flap falls closed, the musky-sweet smell of yet another cock-bequeathed herm mixes in the air with horny wolf and lusty Gnoll. Jerra draws halfway out, before ramming herself home hard, setting Aurin’s tits to quaking. “She was so ready to go already Tarin, you’ll just have to deal with seconds this time! How about starting with her mouth? She looks starved for cock!”

Aurin moans at another hard slap, before she’s taken with slow, rhythmic thrusts from the woman behind her. She squirms a little in her brace, looking up at the new woman–Tarin–with lust-glazed eyes. “She’s so big...” she finally groans, earning a heckling laugh from behind... Which Tarin answers in deeper fashion.

“Is that so, Miss Wolf?” she says with a confident smirk, dropping her own skirt. An over-foot member practically flops out, mashing itself into Aurin’s muzzle with authority, filling her nose with the heady scent of pre. “How do I shape up?”

Aurin gulps, mouth dropping open again. She pauses to run her tongue along the head of the cock pressed up to her snout, shuddering in ecstasy. “B-bigger.”

Jerra huffs, thrusting a little harder at that. She expertly rolls her hips each time she draws herself out in order to press against as many sensitive walls as she can. “She may be bigger, but I know how to use what I’ve got a lot better!”

“So you think.” Tarin says, reaching down into her dress before pulling out a pouch. From it she hands out a little pill.

Jerra grins wickedly, her own stubby little tail wriggling in time to Aurin’s excitedly-wagging tail. “You brought it! You’re the best sister ever!”

Aurin blinks, licking her nose clean. Another tremor of pleasure wracks her body, and she lets out a low moan. “Pills? Don’t want to... swallow... weird stuff...” she manages between thrusts, starting to look a little concerned.

The largest Gnoll shakes her grey head, before flicking the pill over to Jerra. “These don’t go in the mouth. Well... they can. But they work a lot faster if they go elsewhere. Make a proper breeder’s body out of you.”

Before Aurin even gets the chance to ask what ‘Elsewhere’ entails, she feels a hot glob of spit landing on her winking star, and her tail held upwards, unable to curl in. However she can’t concentrate on yelping, when Tarin’s expansive dick is pressed to her lips, depositing pearls of alabaster pre. It still comes out as a muffled moan, and she opens her lupine muzzle widely to accept the full length of the Gnoll’s prick. Her lips kiss against base, and her chin is soaked by saliva, and soaking feminine wetness from Tain’s slit. A little concentration actually allows her tongue to slip out past the boundaries of her mouth and lap at that gulf, earning some pleased moans and a little more pre (which is now flowing directly to the back of her throat)

And then one of Jerra’s thick thumbs press her spit-slick asshole, pressing the little spherical pill in. A long shudder works through her from tips-to-toes, helplessly squirming in her bindings. That thumb twists and slowly turns from side to side, stretching her out mercilessly before leaving with an audible ‘schlick!’ that has her tailhole gaping for a few extended moments. The poor neon-green cutie tries to gasp for breath, but it comes in shallow groans around a maw stuffed with cock.

Tarin reaches down, giving her ears a slow rub and tossing the Wolf’s hair to the side. “Good mouth on you, that’s for sure. Even with a muzzle, most stuff can’t get all of me in them! And that tongue!” she groans, drawing her hips back before thrusting them slowly in, fucking Aurin’s throat with surprising amounts of caution.

“Say whatever you want, I’m still not trading places!” Jerra says, before she freezes in surprise, a muttered oath dying on her lips. “Oh fuck, she’s tightening up again!”

It doesn’t appear to be something the Wolf is doing on purpose; every muscle in her body seems to turn hot, tensing up before slowly relaxing. Her cunt grows wetter, squirting around the prick that’s hilted in her. “Vfaff’s ‘affehing?” Aurin mumbles through her mouthful, body twitching in random nervous moments. Right up until she goes stock still, wishing she could clutch at her tits as they seem to grow heavier. As well as growing so sensitive a stiff breeze could send bolts of lightning throughout her body.

At the same time, her womanhood finally relaxes, practically swallowing Jerra’s cock until it’s kissing the entrance to her womb, even as her thinking processes are blasted to high-heaven by the sudden onset of a floor-soaking orgasm. Her whole being seems to tighten down to a pinpoint and she strains in her bindings. At that, Tarin actually pulls her cock from the Wolf-girl’s mouth, momentarily afraid of losing it. A few babbled moans of “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” follow from the drooling girl as her body refuses to come down from orgasm, sending wave after wave of aftershock throughout her limbs, risking cramping them up.

Thankfully her body does relax again, and she paints for breath, eyes clouded over. Jerra appears to be holding on for dear life, refusing to reach completion herself. Although it’s a close thing up until Aurin relaxes; she still spends plenty of time edging the limit of her need to breed. “I-is it over, sis?”

Tarin crouches down until she’s eye-level with Aurin. A wickedly predatory grin creeps into her face, and she reaches forward, tickling the underside of the Wolf-girl’s neck, before grabbing at her chest, a hand on each teat. It earns a surprisingly high-pitched cry of alarm from her, as (much to her own surprise) milk squirts out liberally to join the fem-cum pooling on the ground. “Now you’ve got a breeder’s body, lil’ Wolf. How do you like it?”

Jerra moans, spanking the Wolf on the ass and resuming her steady fucking once more. “Feels to me like she fucking loves it, just about wrung my dick off!”

Each thrust into Aurin’s quaking cunt earns a tit-wobble, which only serves to drive the poor braced girl further into oblivion. Tarin sighs and stands again, jerking her saliva-drenched lance, pressing it into the Wolf-girl’s maw once more. She opens wide without hesitation, moving on auto-pilot, and only too happy to be stuffed from both ends. Her high-pitched cries are muted down to sultry moans, body trembling with the impact as she’s laid into with authority.

“It’s such a good pussy, Tarin! Fuck I’m gonna fill her up soon!” the smaller Gnoll cries, gripping hard at Aurin’s hips, even though she can’t possibly go anywhere.

The bright green Wolf’s tail wags madly, hips desperately attempting to ride back in response to Jerra’s cock pressing into her. Her toes wiggle, her fingers strain, and her throat desperately milks at Tarin’s more expansive member, tongue lashing at the slit hidden below. Along with that, the grey Gnoll busily face-fucking her is able to lean forwards, reaching beneath the bound Wolf to milk her tits like a farm animal, increasing the mess that puddles in the ground.

The rutting frenzy continues unabated for a while, sweat beginning to mat fur, breath coming in hard gasps. The slutty wolf between the two left helplessly drooling and cumming, eyes a glazed over mask of lust as drool runs down her neck. Still, there isn’t a single gag, and her body doesn’t stop milking either of the cocks burying themselves in her. It becomes a challenge to see who comes first; although Jerra got the head start, Tarin’s womanhood is getting attention in time to her cock, working her into a giddy frenzy.

Finally, the husky growls of Jerra turn into a girly, high pitched whine. She hilts herself as hard as she possibly can, the tip of her prick actually penetrating Aurin’s womb. Tarin lets out a grunt of complaint as Aurin’s mouth falls open in her own moan as her muscles compact. The walls of her pussy hunker down hard, desperately milking the Gnoll’s cock with peristaltic force, begging to be filled. Not that her lover needs any persuading; she finally gives up on resisting, whines increasing in volume as her ass tightens up. When she comes, it’s with enough force to bloat poor Aurin’s stomach out; with how fuck-hungry her body has become, it doesn’t make it back out of the seal past her womb.

This sets Aurin off too, although it’s become hard to tell when one orgasm begins and the other ends thanks to whatever rutt-thirsting drug has been crammed into her ass. Her eyes roll back as her world is rocked beyond compare. Soon enough she looks gravid with boiling hot Gnoll-spunk, drowning in pleasure as her body gets ready to receive a batch of half-bred children.

Jerra backs off, and Aurin moans desperately, tail up and begging for more, spunk now finally able to leak from her devastated cunt. Tarin steps around to observe, cock twitching sympathetically and close to cumming itself. Aurin tracks every step until, much like Jerra managed, the massive Gnoll sister is out of sight, inspecting her slit. Instead, the sandy-furred Jerra takes her older sister’s place, waving her cum-coated prick in Aurin’s mouth. “Oi, Aurin... clean it off, it’s got your cum all over it too.”

Indeed, the Neon-green Lupine woman opens wide with a soft “Aahn~”, but it’s possible she didn’t even hear the words. Instinct seems to have her thoroughly in its grasp, even as Tarin starts grinding a finger against the poor Wolf’s clit, tutting softly.

“Look, Jerra! You’ve filled her up so much my own ‘get won’t get a chance! Have some decency will you?” Tarin sighs and stands up straight, aligning her own massive dick with the Wolf’s cum-leaking channel. “Aaaah, well... maybe I can fuck her hard enough to force your own cum out.”

“You wouldn’t d–oh fuck that tongue!” The smaller Gnoll’s complaints die out the moment she starts getting sloppily sucked off, the mixed cum on her prick lovingly swallowed down with a horny moan from the Wolf.

Tarin sighs, slapping her dick against flowing mons, before shifting the head upwards towards the dark star of her asshole.

“Well... I suppose we have all night. I might aswell get started on breaking in this cute little ring before the rest of our sisters turn up for a go.”

Aurin’s eyes widen and she lets out a muffled moan. More sisters?

Once she’s finished dutifully cleaning Jerra’s cock free of their love, the Green wolf looks up with a whimper. Her tail-hole winks and her tail wags despite this, much to Tarin’s delight. “Can I at least get down? My tits feel so heavy...”

Tarin sighs rolling her eyes. “I was just about to fuck you, what is this terrible timing from a breeding slut? Jerra can just milk you light again. Now shut up.”

Jerra seems about ready to decline in a huff at the assumption, but the plaintive puppy-eyes from their tied-up Wolf seem to win her over. With a sigh of her own, she lowers herself to the milk-and-cum soaked ground, wriggling on her back until she’s face-level with Aurin’s milky tits. “Fuckin’ jerks...”

Still, she dutifully wraps her fingers around the over-lactating Wolf’s breasts, giving them a slow squeeze. Even a tiny amount of pressure seems to be enough to work out concentrated squirts of milk. “Definitely good breeding stock at least.” Then the larger sister’s cock-head starts sinking into Aurin’s asshole, moaning and groaning up a storm as yet-untreated muscles react to an even larger intruder.

“F-fuck...” Tarin manages to utter, legs trembling for a moment as she’s nearly crushed by the intensity of Aurin’s backdoor muscles. Not missing a beat, Jerra gets to work milking the Wolf’s tits, opening her mouth wide and aiming for it with the both of them, making as much a mess as anything, although some makes it to her mouth.

From beneath, Aurin makes for an impressive sight; tits swaying as she’s railed by a bigger woman, with an even bigger dick. Whatever the drug in her body is doing for increasing her ‘motherliness’ also seems to quadruple the fuck-frenzy-pheromones in the air, soon enough putting all three girls back into rut and heat before they’ve even gotten their previous orgasms out of their system.

By the time they finally finish, a few more impressively statured Gnolls show up, sniffing at the air and basking in the sight of a cum-glazed Aurin being taken in turns, a puddle of their lusts on the ground.

And still a few more hours until sunrise.