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Leader of the Pack (Rpfiend_123 x InitiateInspiration)

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Assimilating to modern culture had never been easy for the anthros living amongst the humans. More often than not, their more primal proclivities were at odds with the sensible traditions of 'civilized' humankind, but they made it work. Mika had made sure his pack made it work; just like his father, and his father's father - they realized that compromising where they could was a great way to ensure their survival. If they'd been too openly violent or wild, they were just as likely to end up in zoos or dead at the hands of humanity's modern military. For now, they lived among them relatively peacefully. They held jobs and paid taxes, their kids went to the same schools and they lived in mostly the same neighborhoods. There was still some caution on the part of most humans, but there were the select few that welcomed them with open arms. Between these communities, life long friendships formed. Such was the case of the Parker family; he'd met Mr. Parker at work, and Mika's wife (if you could call her a wife - she was more of a life-long and first 'mate,' but had been travelling for a couple years now and hadn't been around) became fast friends with Mrs. Parker. In fact, their daughter Grace and his son, Kyle, had grown up together. In fact, they were now dating.

This particular afternoon, Mika laid on the couch, watching some early-afternoon talk show and dozing off as he stretched out; his 6' 4" frame easily spilling over both ends of the couch. At close to 250 pounds of feral fur and muscle, he was quite an imposing figure. Thick black fur covered every inch of his canine form, and even though he was pushing 50, he hadn't lost an ounce of his virility or senses; in fact, they'd grown sharper with age. One thing he almost hated - everywhere he went, humans gave off certain scents, and it was hard to shut it out. Their men smelled, he thought, and their women.. well, the younger ones gave off pheromones that were hard to ignore - and when they caught his nostrils, caused a biological reaction that was even harder to suppress. He'd done a pretty good job of controlling himself, though. He told himself it was integral to the pack's stability to keep his paws off of human women.

He was about to fall asleep, dozing off in the late day sunlight, when a familiar smell hit his snout. He snorted and his eyes shot open. Grace was nearby. He'd know her scent everywhere, but her annoyingly strong pheromones were beginning to grow more and more apparent as she was well into puberty. He grunted and stood up, stretching, the light blue tshirt threatening to rip on his wide shoulders. He scratched his thigh, covered by grey sweatpants that were intended to mask his sometimes unmanageable phallic girth (one of the downsides of having to wear clothes). He approached the door just in time and opened it before she could even knock. "Grace!" He said with a friendly grin. "I smelled you from a mile away. Come on in." the teasing banter was normal between him and her - and he found himself enjoying her easy-going company whenever she stopped by.

He let her in and shut the door behind her. "Kyle's at practice right now." He paused. "Didn't he tell you?" He raised an eyebrow, unsure of the reason for her visit since the two of them shared everything and she'd obviously know where he was.
 
Wolf culture was not something foreign to young Grace. The girl had grown up around this culture for as long as she could remember. It seemed almost normal to her. In fact, it almost made more sense than human society. In human culture people seemed to believe that things were owed to them. That they deserved them without earning them. But in anthro culture, everything was centered around the Alpha, the elder. He made the rules. He was in charge. And if you disagreed, you were free to challenge him. All disputes were handled this way. Some saw it as barbaric, or uncivilized, but to Grace, it seemed normal, even fair.

When Grace became friends with Kyle her parents were a bit apprehensive at first. This culture was strange to them, and they weren't sure they wanted their daughter around Kyle and his family. Especially given that Mika, Kyle's father, was the alpha of his pack. They didn't understand it at all. And while they'd grown accustomed to the pack, they still didn't love the idea of Grace spending so much time with them. Especially since she'd started acting a bit more like them. How could she not though? She spent so much time with them, it would be near impossible for her to not integrate some of their culture into her own.

The day was warm, but there was a slight breeze. It was beautiful. The sun was out, and she loved the feeling of the rays on her soft skin. It was the perfect day for a walk, and walk she did. At first it was just down the street. Then a few blocks down the road. Grace knew that Kyle was at practice this afternoon; he had texted her to let her know that he would pick her up after practice to get some dinner, but Grace still found herself making her way toward Kyle's home. It was just so natural to her to head to his house. She spent a lot of time there, and it wasn't too far from her own.

Heading up the steps to the porch she was about to knock on the door when it opened, and she found Mika standing there. It was obvious to anyone who saw Mika why he was the alpha. He was monstrous. Bigger than most of the other anthros in their pack. His fur thick and lucious, the black seemed to sparkle in the sun like onyx. He was also known for his feral, sometimes aggressive nature, which intimidated most people. But to Grace he was just Mika.

Mika had always been very sweet and protective over Grace. Whenever she needed help, or somewhere to go, Mika was there for her. She remembered one time when her father had gotten a bit too drunk, the man slapped Grace and left a bruise on her pretty face. Mika freaked out. He stormed to her home and nearly killed her father in primal rage. Grace had to calm the beast. Needless to say, the man never hit his daughter again.

Gazing up at Mika, who towered over the 4'11" girl like a Godlike figure, the girl smiled and laughed. "You smelled me? You trying to tell me that I stink?" She asked in a playful tone, pretending to smell herself before putting hand on his chest and pushing her way past him and into his house. Her hips swayed from side to side in her short jean shorts and black spaghetti strap top that showed off her flat little tummy. She walked with the confidence of a woman twice her size and age. Perhaps it was spending time around alpha wolves that had given her such self esteem.

"I know he's at practice, but I was bored, and it was a nice day for a walk, so I figured I'd just see where my little feet took me." She said as she just made herself at home in his house. The little thing kicked off her flip flops before plopping down on his couch to get relaxed.

Looking over at the TV, Grace smiled and shook her head. "What are you watching? This looks boring!" She said before picking up the remote and starting to flip through the channels to find something else to watch.
 
He stepped to the side as she sauntered in, her small hand running across his fur sent small ripples of sensation along his fur, and he felt his skin bristle where her hand touched. He laughed at her joke and nodded, "Yup, you stink." Of course this was a lie - she definitely had a scent, but it was the pleasant scent of a young human woman that he picked up, not anything bad.

He closed the door behind her and watched her as she sauntered into the living room, prattling on in the way he found adorable. She was definitely a unique one - comfortable around her son and in no way frightened of him. It made him feel good. Like there was hope for his relationship with humanity - if someone so small and defenseless could spend time alone with him without the slightest hint of apprehension, maybe others could eventually see him the same way? For now, though, it was just Grace and a handful of guys he worked construction with. With his physique, he was treated more like a power tool on the job site than a hired hand, but he didn't mind. It was good, steady money, and many of the guys there liked him.

As she walked in front of him, he couldn't help but eye her tiny frame. His vision helped him see things that were normally invisible to the naked eye, and now he saw little clear waves disapating off of her skin that had been warmed by the sun on her walk. That wasn't the only reason he leered - another downside of living side by side with humans is that his tastes for attractiveness had changed. When he was a pup, the hairless, small forms of human women and men seemed strange to him. Almost alien; but after years of watching their media and interacting with their women - he'd grown to almost prefer the site of the beautifully smooth skin, shining silky hair and feminine features of them - and Grace was no exception. In fact, he'd fought hard to fight the idea, but it was clear to him that she was, in his mind, a golden standard for beauty. He'd hated that she'd blossomed at such a young age; well, not a young age in wolf standards. In his pack, a young female was ready to be mated at about Grace's age, but he'd found out that humans thought 18 years was the cutoff for sexual activity.

He found that absurd, but it was just another area of compromise he'd been willing to give up for the sake of peace. Still, it's not like he'd ever act on it, right?

He plopped down on the couch beside her with a heavy plop, his long tail swaying to the side so that he wouldn't sit on it. The long black hairs whipping against her arm and face a bit. "Oh, sorry, Grace." He reached out and grabbed his tail, placing it in his lap. As evolved as he was, his tail still had a mind of it's own. He folded his arms against his vast chest, the ripples in his forearms still noticeable under the sheet of fur and he rolled his eyes. "Make yourself at home, whydontcha?" he'd picked up the colloquialism from the locals, and found it fitting to use on her.

Reality shows, music videos, home shopping network. She flipped through it all and he propped his feet up on the coffee table alongside hers, the extended paws dwarfing her dainty toes. He looked over at her one more time, snorting out quickly to expel the scent she was still giving off. The more he inhaled it, the more he salivated - his own biology betraying him - and he couldn't have that happen. Not here, while they were alone with no social barriers to keep him from acting out. He was strong, but her pheromones seemed to be quite potent today. He settled for shallow breaths. He was soon aware that the two were just hanging out like normal - as if it was a regular afternoon just the two of them. Not that it hadn't happened before, but normally Kyle was there, or at least on his way.

He scratched at his stomach nonchalantly. "Are you sure you want to still hang out here? I mean, Kyle won't be back for several hours and you've got to think it's boring spending your afternoon with an old dog like me." he nudged her arm with his elbow, his sheer strength and size sending her firmly into the cushioned arm rest on the other end of the couch.
 
Laying down on the couch, Grace's petite frame still left plenty of room for Mika's massive body to share the couch with her. She smiled as she watched him make his way over. As he confirmed that she stunk she propped herself up and scrunched her face, giving him a grumpy glare. "RUDE!" She said as she shook her head and then plopped back down as he joined her. Grace always had a bit of a playful relationship with Mika, even though she was friends with Kyle. She was always comfortable around him. Growing up she would often times jump on him, trying to tackle him and wrestle him. Or she'd lay next to him and run her fingers through his soft fur. She acted more like a puppy sometimes than a human girl. But she never had any reason to fear Mika. She'd seen him do very violent things at times, but she knew that he'd never purposely harm her. This was her safe place.

Grace was oblivious to the effect that she was having on Mika though. Her pheromones that her body naturally produced were not something she could sense. And she had no idea that her body actually produced MORE when near the alpha beast. It was natures way of telling the alpha that the young girl was a suitable mate. Her body never responded this way with Kyle, or with the others in the pack. But she had no control over it.

The compromises that the anthros had to do for humans sometimes upset Grace. She didn't understand why anthros had to give up part of who they were for the human civilization. Especially when these animals could easily overtake the humans. But she knew that Mika and his kind just wanted to live in peace, even if there were many humans who despised the wolf and his species. She hated those people. One girl in school had made a comment about the "filthy, flea ridden, dogs" saying that they were meant to serve humans. The girl was Stacy Jacobs, and she was what many considered the "perfect girl". She was tall, beautiful, popular, got good grades, came from a rich family, and was captain of the cheerleaders. The perfect little stepford bitch. But Grace didn't care. She pounced on the girl like a little wolf and tossed the girl to the ground before starting to claw and punch that perfect little face of Stacy's. Growling and howling as the girl cried and begged her to get off of her. From that day on Stacy had a little scar next to her eye, a reminder of that day.

Grace had been suspended from school for 7 days because of that incident, and her parents weren't too happy about it. Her father forbid her from visiting the anthros for a month, but she made sure to sneak out whenever she could to see Kyle and Mika. She wasn't going to let some stupid bitch talk about her friends like that.

When Mika's tail started swatting her in the face she laughed and shook her head, trying to swat it away. "Go! Shoo! Get outta here tail!" She said playfully as she squirmed next to him until he moved the tail away. She laughed and shook her head. "That thing always had a mind of it's own. One time when you were cooking in the kitchen, and I was setting the table, I could have sworn your tail kept on trying to touch my butt each time I would pass you." She laughed playfully.

As she kept flipping through the channels to find something suitable for them to watch she laughed at his comment. "Oh you know this is like a second home to me. I don't know why you haven't already given me a key. I practically live here already." She said as she looked over at him, squirming her little feet next to his leg, starting to rub her dainty little toes through the fur of his leg a bit.

Grace looked over and could see for a moment the way that Mika was acting. She couldn't help but notice the way he was breathing. Something was working him up. She didn't know what though, but she just watched him curiously as he regained control of himself. She didn't bring it up though because she didn't want to embarrass him. But she definitely took note of it. It looked quite similar to the way some of the other wolves acted when young, fertile, female wolves would get near them. But she'd never seen them react that way around a human female.

When Mika questioned her desire to hand out with the old dog she laughed and shook her head. Sitting up she started to shift on the couch. "I don't care if he's gone all day. I like it here." She said as she changed positions and then laid down with her head against his leg, resting in his lap and looiking up at him with a huge, sweet smile. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with old dogs. Those are the most loyal ones." She said as she reached up and softly ran her fingertips through the fur on his chest. "Your fur is always the softest right here. I love it." She said as she kept running her fingers through it slowly.
 
Her responses to his questions were sweet, and he smiled a wide, toothy grin. White canines glistening. He didn't smile much around humans in general - once, he'd smiled at a woman on the street, and she mistook it for an aggressive baring of teeth and called the cops on him. Since them, it was tight lips and doe eyed expressions on the street - but around Grace, he could react normally. Well, mostly normally. At the current moment he was having to fight certain urges. She rubbed the fur on his thigh, then on his chest, and soon her head was in his lap. He laid a paw on her bare stomach, the thing almost covered her entire width. Thick pads stroked her bare skin in sympathetic rhythm of her own hands as they rubbed his fur. His eyes glanced down at her beautiful smiling face and tiny body, half exposed to him in her less-than modest summer attire.

Human-like as he was, there were still certain things a wolf loved. Scratches was one of them, and Grace had seemingly mastered the art of pleasurable, non-sexual touch with him. His leg started to twitch in pleasure, flicking out quickly and at regular intervals. At one point, he began panting. His big red tongue slowly slipped out of the side of his mouth and his eyes began to flutter closed. He reveled in the feel of her small, soft hands curling up in his fur. His hand that laid on her stomach responded too as it firmly gripped at her midsection. Soon, though, the ever self-controlled alpha shook himself from the trance like state. Slurping his tongue back in and stiffening his leg to keep it from knocking the coffee table over. He slipped his other hand up to her hand that was on his chest, and gripped it firmly. "Ok, ok.." He said, "That felt really good. Thank you." The hand that was on her stomach loosened and he slid it from her and onto the couch.

He was all of a sudden, and keenly aware of a secondary reaction his body was having to her touch. Beneath the thick grey fabric of his sweatpants, and beneath a sheath of black skin and fur, his wolf cock had begun to emerge and stiffen. When aroused, it would protrude thickly and wet and red and angry - ready to mate and impregnate whatever it desired. Of course, it was mostly indiscriminate, and didn't care that Grace was a human.. and 15.. especially at his age, he was at the height of his prime.

It slowly grew and pressed upward, tugging up at one of the sweatpant legs along his thigh. If Grace's had laid on the other thigh, she surely would have felt it press on the back of her head and lift it upward, but as it stood, he lucked out, and she was resting against the other one. He bit down on his bottom lip, his sharp canine drawing a sharp feeling of pain - hoping the negative feeling would reduce his arousal, but it didn't work. Something had to be done, or if she sat up, she'd obviously notice. There was no way of hiding it.

He cleared his throat and looked down at her again. "Excuse me, Grace." He said, flatly, scooping a paw underneath her head and moving her to sit up, facing away from him. As he did so, he stood quickly and walked around the arm rest and behind the couch, hoping to hide himself and his problem from her until he could disappear into his bedroom. "Just umm.. grab something out of the fridge if you want it!" He said loudly as he disappeared down the hall and into his room.

The master bedroom in his home had a connected master bathroom as well. As such, he really only closed the door to his bedroom when he was changing, but normally left it open. He did so on this occasion as well and walked quickly across carpeted floors to the attached bathroom. In his hazy state, he left the bathroom door ajar a bit, leaning over the counter and beginning to breath heavily. His pulse quickened. His thick chest heaved and his member quivered against the front of his sweatpants. It grew painful. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled downward, freeing the red, slick cock with a sigh of relief as it sprung upward. "Arrr...." he snarled animalistically, looking down at it. His frustration bubbled up in his core and he let out a gutteral growl.

He absolutely had to get rid of this. He felt a bit childish, but knew what had to be done as he gripped the tip of his already stiff 9 inch rod. It had a several large knots that protruded from the side amidst thick veins that pumped the lifeblood of the erection. He stroked it quickly and firmly; it was obvious that this little session was meant to a pragmatic relief rather than an indulgent pleasure. He snarled and panted, little bubbles of saliva forming at the fleshy corners of his jowels. His eyes clamped shut as he stroked, standing half naked, his sweats around his ankles in the bathroom.

If one listened closely, and was in the other room, they could hear the little wet noises of skin on skin. His mind began to recall images of little Grace in the other room, bare skin and soft touches.. He growled deeper. Not an angry one, but one of hunger as his pace quickened - in that moment, he was unashamed by his thoughts. He felt them necessary, actually. Do the shameful thing in the privacy of your own bathroom and mind - not in the real world - and you'll be ok. He told himself.
 
Grace enjoyed petting Mika. He always responded the same way, and his face always looked so funny when he was enjoying it. As her fingers ran through the fur on his chest, she shifted from softly petting him to using her little manicured, teal nails. The nails started scratching him in that thick tuft of fur, watching as his leg started to shake, and his long, thick tongue unrolled from his mouth. His tongue was so long, and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he panted. Unlike a normal dog, he didn't have bad doggy breath. His mouth was actually quite fresh. She could tell that he was enjoying it, and she loved doing it for him. "Does that feel good?" She asked with a wide smile, watching him descend more into a dog like state than his normal human demeanor. The trance was entertaining to watch. "Good dog." She then said sweetly before lifting her other hand up and starting to scratch his chest and belly with two little hands now. Her nails gently scraping against his flesh through the thick fur of his wide frame.

The young girl was unaware of Mika's reaction to her actions. Blissfully content thinking she'd just given him a happy, non-sexual scratching. But if it was non-sexual, why did she feel the tickle between her thighs. Why was there warmth building down there? Why was there moisture? She didn't realize it at the moment, but when he regained his composure, Grace smiled at him and moved her hands down, resting them on her own stomach, and then she became aware of it. Why was she feeling this way? Little did she know that when Mika got arroused, his musk released pheromones into the air directly targeted toward her body chemistry. Only she could sense them and react to them, even if she didn't know it. Her body knew it. She squirmed slightly on the couch before he moved her so that he could get up.

The look on his face was hard to miss. Something was wrong. She'd done something wrong. She felt bad. She watched as he quickly raced to his bedroom and the girl sat up. Her smile faded as she imagined that she did something to upset him. Grace didn't want him to be upset. Pondering it for a moment she decided that it would probably be best to go and check on him, and see if he was alright. She would leave if he wanted her to.

Standing from the couch she slowly began making her way down the hallway. Her tiny bare feet padding against the carpeted floor, helping to keep her silent as she ventured slowly toward his bedroom. His door was open. That was a good sign. If he wanted privacy he would have likely closed it. So as she approached the door, Grace gently placed her hand on it and quietly pushed it open.

Looking around his room she didn't see him initially. Grace was about to turn around and leave, but then she saw the light on in the bathroom. She knew that she shouldn't disturb him, and it was probably a bad idea to venture further. Her stomach twisted and her legs were trembling a bit. But she slowly approached the open door. And as she did the scent of his musk grew stronger. It smelled kind of funny, but Grace continued to venture forth.

She inched closer and closer to the bathroom, and then she heard the animalistic, primal sounds coming from within there. Was he hurt? Was he sick? She then stopped sneaking as she walked toward the bathroom. "Mika, are you...?" Her words left her the minute she saw him, and saw...it. She was stunned. The girl's feet felt like they were cemented in concrete, and could not move despite her urge to run away. "I...I..." She stammered out like a hopeless buffoon as she just stared at him, partially in shock and partially in complete awe of it.

It was indeed red and very angry looking. Thick and slick, and very scary looking. She'd never seen anything like it before. Sure, Grace had been in sex ed classes before, but they dealt with HUMAN anatomy, and this certainly was not anything human looking. It was alien to her, foreign to her. And despite it being terrifying, it was also oddly beautiful. Part of her had always wondered what Kyle looked like down there. Sure, they'd fooled around, and she'd rubbed his bulge through his pants, and he let her lick her down there, she'd never actually seen or touched Kyle's dick. She was always far too scared and nervous to take that step.

She felt like she'd been staring at it for way too long, but in reality it was only a few seconds before she shut her eyes, squeezing them tight. Grace was so embarrassed. "I'm SO sorry Mika. I didn't mean to. I...I just wanted to check on you. I thought I did something to upset you. I had no idea...I...I should go." She said before she quickly turned and opened her eyes.

It took everything Grace had to run from the room. It was like she'd broken free of the concrete shoes she was wearing, and she was running like the wind. She raced down the hallway, immediately heading to the living room to grab her flip flops.
 
He could feel the relief coming. His eyes shut tight and oblivious to the outside world, just focused on his own mission right at that moment. Just another minute. He thought. The tightening of his core, the precum leaking out of the tip and slicking around his shaft as he stroked let him know he was near completion. Just then, a soft voice saying his name pulled him out of his little trance and back into reality. His mouth dropped open in shock and surprise and his eyes widened, he looked over, seeing a young, short Grace standing in his doorway, here eyes obviously locked on to his hands wrapped around his red member.

"Grace, wh.. what are you.." he hunched over to cover up, but that only served to slide his paw downward, the final stroke that would send him over the edge. Not a split second sooner had she turned around to leave than he emptied his load out into his hand, which had capped over his unique tip in an effort to hide it from the young girl's eyes. White, thick fluid shot out between his fingers, covering the black fur in a sticky hot substance that leaked out and on to the counter top, making thick dropping noises.

"Ahhhhh.." his moan was more like a howl, and he shuddered into the feeling of release, tainted by the embarrassing scenario he'd just been in. "No, Grace, wait!" he shouted after her, as he watched her disappear. He looked down at the mess he'd made on the counter and on his hands; it had begun to drip down to his thigh and he growled in frustration. He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped everything off as quickly as he could, yanking his sweatpants up to his waist and running after the young girl. If he'd taken more time to clean up, and more time to assess the situation, he would have noticed that the relief provided himself did little to actually lessen the erection, and it still tugged a bit at the cloth, leaving an outline almost down to his knee; in addition, the cum and natural wetness had seeped through the grey cotton, making a dark line as well.

He caught her just as she was grabbing her flip flops. "Grace, please, let's talk about this really quick." His voice was calm and low, with a hint of desperation. What if she planned on going and telling her parents what happened? There would be no 'benefit of the doubt,' given to him and he'd be thrown in jail for life, he was sure of it. "Just, please?" He asked, hoping that she would calm down and stay. "I just had to uhh.. you know, take care of that.." He paused, wondering exactly how much she knew about the 'birds and the bees,' but decided it best to treat her like an adult. "My kind, we just.. we have to take care of that kind of stuff more quickly when it strikes us, you know? Otherwise we may not be able to control ourselves and.." He stopped, realizing he was a sentence short from insinuating that had he not jacked off in the bathroom, that he'd be using her as his release. "Just please don't tell your parents what you saw in there, ok? Or.. anyone for that matter. Not your friends.. Not Kyle."

His eyes were soft with pleading, and he stopped ranting for a moment to let Grace have a moment to respond. He waited with tense nerves for a response.
 
Grace was not angry or upset with him. She wasn't running off to tell on him or anything. No, the young girl was just embarrassed. She felt like she had interrupted him. Additionally, she'd never seen anything like that. Hell, she'd never even seen a human one in person let alone that big, red, monstrous thing. She just didn't no how to act or respond. Her mind was telling her to just go, and they could forget any of this ever happened. She'd get home, go to sleep, and tomorrow would be a new day and they'd be fine.

Frantically she grabbed for her flip flops, and was pulling them on before Mika showed up calling to her. She whimpered as he grabbed her, and pulled back slightly. He sounded so desperate as he spoke. She didn't know what to say, or what to think. But she respected him enough to listen, trying to keep her beet red face hidden from him as she looked down at the floor while he spoke. She sat back down on the couch and listened to him, nodding her head as he tried to explain.

Grace remained calm as he explained himself, and she didn't want to go. She could tell that he was scared that she was goign to tell someone about it. Slowly she looked up at him, her soft, doe eyes catching his as she gazed up at him. So sweet and innocent. "I wasn't going to tell anyone. I just, I didn't mean to walk in on that. I know it's something guys do. I'm not dumb." She said with a little laugh. "I'm sorry I didn't knock. When you got up suddenly I thought I did something wrong. I thought you were mad at me. So I wanted to say I was sorry. I didn't want you to be upset with me." She said as she shook her head. "I know it sounds stupid, but I've always cared about what you thought about me, and I didn't want you to be mad." She said as she reached her hand out and placed it on his own hand. Leaning up, she softly pressed her lips to his soft, furry cheek, giving him a little kiss.

She didn't know why, but she could still feel that warmth and moisture between her thighs, and it was getting a bit worse. She squirmed slightly as she sat next to him, and thought about what he had said to her. "Can I ask you something?" She asked him curiously, looking up into his eyes. "It's okay if you don't want to answer but...what would have happened if you didn't go and do that?" She asked, feeling a little scared by his answer, but at the same time, oddly excited to hear it too.
 
He was able to relax a bit as she confided in him her true feelings about the situation. He was relieved to hear that she wasn't going to tell - that she wasn't scared or upset, but just a bit embarrassed. He nodded empathetically, and even smiled when she kissed his cheek. He leaned back in the couch next to her with a sigh. "I'm not upset with you, I promise." He took her hand in his and was content again - free from the awkwardness or the impending trouble he'd get into if she had decided to tell on him - or, what's worse, if he'd gone any further. In addition, she'd revealed to him that she knew that guys 'did that.' So at the very least, he didn't have to worry about destroying her entirely pure psyche with a lewd view like that.

All that comfort and ease disappeared in an instant when she asked him her next question. if he could blush, she would have seen it, but instead, he just felt his skin grow hot beneath his fur. Even though it was a biological trait of his to manage his temperature well, it seemed as if she'd undone it all with a simple, innocent question. He grew tense and opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He reached up, scratching his head, pondering how best to answer her question. Should he be honest? Should he lie? He didn't want to lie, but he knew it was probably the smart option. After all - 'protect the pack' was his mantra, and protecting the pack usually meant hiding your more animalistic tendencies. However, he believed her when he said she wouldn't tell, and truth be told, he knew she could probably tell if he was lying anyway.

He turned to her, taking one of her hands and holding it. "Ok.. well.." He started off with his thoughts not quite yet formed. "It uhhh.." he cleared his throat. 'Just say it.' He thought. "Humans tend to give off a certain umm... scent." He paused. "You give off this scent.. and this scent, see, tends to cause that kind of reaction.." He realized his description of this sounded more like a callous text book explanation of a biological feature than a heartfelt talk with someone he cared about. He slipped a finger under her chin, bringing her up to see him. In that moment, it was as if a species gap didn't exist at all, and he studied her eyes for a moment. "You're just beautiful, ok?" He smiled.

"We can't control ourselves like humans can. When we see.. or smell.. something we want, we just have to have it. To us, taking what we want is just a part of life. If you're strong enough to have it, you can have it. Especially when it comes to mating" He realized the next bit was the answer to what she really asked, and the most damning. "If I hadn't gone in there, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself from taking you as a mate, too." he looked downward, a bit ashamed, realizing that he was dangerously close to not being able to protect her from himself. He nibbled on his lip, glancing up at her now, waiting for her reaction to the stunning news.
 
Nodding her head, Grace's eyes were wide as she listened to him try and explain what was going on. Most human girls didn't understand how the rules within a pack worked. It was very survival of the fittest, meaning the strongest, most fit to reproduce got to, and those weaker, lesser males would not pass on their genetics. Mika was quite fit though. For his age there was no sign of Mika slowing down. He only seemed to grow stronger, and more powerful the older he got. His son was quite strong, but even he could not stand against Mika. Perhaps one day Kyle would be as strong as Mika, but right now, he was the one in charge, and he usually got what he wanted.

As Grace had gotten older, she found herself drawn to Mika more and more. She respected him, both for his position within the pack, and for the way he treated her. She liked being near him, knowing that he was around, watching her, protecting her, fighting for her. She remembered how she felt when he stood up for her with her father. It stirred something inside her that night. Something she never told anyone else. She kept it buried inside of her, thinking that it was just some silly teenage crush. Mika could pick from any female, why would he want some silly little girl? The closest thing to Mika she could have was Kyle, but it never felt quite right.

Listening to him as he explained what was going on, she nodded her head. Her hand squeezed his hand as he took hold of it while she listened. Nodding along as if what he was saying was the most interesting thing in the world. She smiled as he seemed to dance around what he wanted to say, not able to express himself properly. She nodded her head before she squeezed his hand again. "Just say it. I understand that things are different with you and your kind. You don't have to keep it from me." She reassured him with a warm, sweet smile. Her eyes looking deeply into his, not breaking eyecontact with him.

When he called her beautiful her face turned a shade of red reserved for old fire trucks and beets. But then he said it. He told her what was going on and she sat there stunned. He wanted her...as a mate? She felt that pulse in her sex as he spoke and she nodded her head, unable to respond for the moment, trying to process it all. "So you were...trying...to protect me from...you?" She asked him curiously as she continued to try and process what he was saying. "Did I do something to make that happen?" She asked curiously, wanting to understand more. "Do you...not...want to want me as a mate?" She then asked him as she tilted her head to the side. So curious about this all, wanting to make sense of it.
 
He was glad that she was seeming to understand him; that it was about protection, not just from him, but protection for his pack. Then she began to pry even more. He adjusted himself on the couch now, wiping the corners of his mouth with one hand and letting out a nervous, breathy chuckle, searching for the right words. It was as if he was having the sex talk with a kid of his.. But instead of notes on safe sex and waiting for the one, they were covering the topic of interspecies and underage mating, and why that was a bad idea. There were so many things he could say - he could be honest, he could try and do the noble thing. He was conflicted, and completely confused by the continually strong chemicals eking from the young girls fertile body. He closed his eyes tight for a few seconds as he thought. "Uhhh.."

He took a deep breath. "It's not anything you did on purpose, Grace." 'Well, fuck, here goes nothing.' He thought to himself. He released her hands and held up his pointer finger, tapping it with the pointer finger of his other hand as if to count '1'. "First of all, you and I have gotten close over the years, right? I've protected you, and looked after you as if you were one of my own. In the pack, that's already a strong bond." he pointed up a 2nd finger, and tapped on that one "Second of all, you're becoming a woman.. And those scents I talked about are very strong. I've never been as effected by anyone's scent like yours. It drives me a bit crazy." he smirked at her, counting on his 3rd finger "You and I get along well, too. Sometimes incompatibility in a pack means that I can ignore even a suitable mate.. There's a lot more to mating than just the biological piece." He paused for a moment, sliding a palm up her cheek and resting in her hair, intertwining his strong fingertips in her brown locks.

"And also, you're.." he sighed "You're just my Gracey, y'know?" his paternal side had come out and he was getting all sentimental. "Those are all of the reasons why 'it' happened." He said, feeling his face grow hot again. "And there are also a bunch of reasons why that's bad. 1st of all, you're only 15.. second of all, you're a human, and I'm not, third of all.. well, if we were to mate, it wouldn't exactly.." he waved his hand over his crotch, to gesture at his own member, and then gestured at her, it was easy to see that he was making a size comparison. He figured he'd lighten the mood by joking a bit.

"It's not that I don't WANT you as a mate, it's that.. well, I'd probably do more harm than good to you." He laughed a bit nervously. "Besides, if anyone were to even get an inkling that we were compatible, I'd be arrested and thrown in jail to rot. You don't want that, do you?" He rubbed her arm affectionately. "So I think it's just best if we forget about it." even at that moment, though, his biology was betraying him again, already swelling in her presence and tugging against the loose fabric. He was ready to go again.
 
Grace could see the trouble that he was having trying to explain what was going on, and she could tell that he was having great difficulty with this entire situation. He didn't seem to want to feel this way with her, but he couldn't help it. She understood that a wolf's primal instincts sometimes overrode their humanity. She'd seem it several times with various pack interactions. But she could see his sincerity, as well as his sentimentality coming out. His protection was something she always valued. But even as he explained himself, she still had questions. There were things that still confused her about this whole situation.

"Do wolves normally feel this way about human girls?" She asked him curiously, scooting a bit closer to him. That thick, musky scent seemed to begin filling the air again, and she felt that tingle down between her thighs once more as she sat close to him. But it didn't scare her. It seemed to only draw her closer. "I know I'm only 15, and it's bad. But I've been around you and your kind a long time. I have seen wolf girls younger than me that have mates. I know I'm human and all, but why is that different?" She then asked as she looked into his eyes. Her own eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. SHe was learning things about these beings that she'd never known before, and she loved it.

"I'm sorry if this is weird or makes you uncomfortable. I'm just...curious...because, sometimes..." The girl began to blush as she looked away. "I don't know. Sometimes when I'm here, there's a smell that...well...it makes me tingle..." She then motioned between her legs as he had waved over his own crotch. "Down there..." She said to him, feeling a bit silly and embarrassed having to explain this. "Is that the same thing as you? Is that because of wanting to mate?" She said as she once more looked up at him. Such a confused little thing.

Grace felt bad though. She didn't want him to struggle. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and I don't want you to go to jail because of me. I should probably just go, and stay away a bit so that you don't have to worry about hurting me." She said as she softly bit her bottom lip.
 
He nodded as she explained. "I mean, technically, there's not much of a difference." He sighed, 'how did he get into this position? If there was a line of appropriate conversation with her, he'd definitely already crossed it. "If you were in the pack, I'd probably have taken you as a mate already. But wolf women are a bit more.. sturdy, you know? Mating can be rough and I'm not sure you would handle it well." He frowned - something inside him felt honestly disappointed that she wasn't a member of his pack. The things his body would do to hers would probably be a mixed bag of absolute pleasure and a life time of back issues.

Then she mentioned that she too, had those kinds of feelings toward him. It's not that it wasn't obvious to him - he smelled the way her body reacted, he felt his chest quicken along with his hearbeat as she began making confessions of her own. He could sense the arousal in her, but would never in a million years have brought it up to her had she not walked in on him a mere minutes before. But now it was out - and he owed her more than just a stern talking to about boundaries. "Well.. that just means that we're going to need to be on our best behavior." He chuckled. "I know that I can control myself.. obviously." He gestured to the direction of the bathroom.

"But now it appears I've got to watch out for you too!" He teased and nudged her, hoping a bit of humor would help lighten the mood- and maybe alleviate some of the shame she felt. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which for him, was somewhat like a lick, leaving a hot wet mark on her skin. "But yeah, maybe you should just go for now? I promise I'm not mad at you at all.. but I'm going to let you decide if you still want to spend as much time around here now that you know about all of.. this.." He said sweetly and led her to the door. "Besides, Kyle might get jealous of you and I hanging out when he's not here."
 
She couldn't help but giggle slightly at his comment about him having to watch out for her now because of the way she was reacting. She smiled up at him, glad that he felt comfortable enough to have this conversation with her. She knew what he meant though. Wolf girls were definitely bigger, and stronger than she was. She felt tiny around them, even the girls her own age. And part of her felt sad that physically she wasn't like them. She knew that he wouldn't have even hesitated with her if she was one of the young females in his pack. But he didn't even seem to show interest in them. Only her. It was kind of sad. He deserved a mate.

As he led her to the door she smiled up at him. "Thank you for being honest with me. It means a lot to me to know that we're close enough to talk like this." She said as she approached the door. Before she left though she reached up and pressed her hands to either side of his face and pulled him down, while getting up onto her tippy toes. She then planted a soft, sweet kiss on the tip of his snout, over his lips. She then looked into his eyes. "You are the alpha of your pack, and you deserve a strong mate." She told him before giving him another soft kiss. She then turned and made her way out of his house, heading down the road to leave his pack town and head home.

She stayed away from his home for a couple days, feeling bad for him. She didn't want him to struggle. But it was Friday after school, and Grace was home when her father came home angry and drunk. Apparently Grace didn't do the dishes, and he was fuming. "You had one fucking job to do last night you little bitch!" He said as he threw a plate across the room at her. "I spoil you! That's the problem. You think you can just prance around this house without any responsibility. I feed you, clothe you, drive you around, and you don't do SHIT around here!" Grace was in tears. She knew that her father didn't mean it, but she was freaking out. She didn't know what to do. She raced into her room and locked the door. Pulling out her phone she should have texted Kyle, but instead she texted Mika. "He's drunk again and throwing things. I'm scared..."
 
Mika had just gotten home that night when he got a text from his son, Kyle. "Hey dad, I'm gonna hang with some of the guys from the team tonight. is that ok? Can I spend the night at Shawn's house?" Kyle was a good kid, and often Mika let him spend the weekends out with friends. "Sure, just keep me up to date on when you'll be home."

He set down the phone and started to head to his room to change when he heard it buzz again. It was Grace - he read the message and almost immediately, he was out the door, bounding down the street to her home. In that moment, Grace was a part of his family, of his pack, and he wouldn't dare let any harm come to her. He was out in front of their house, and had to steady himself before he went to the door; he'd been fortunate last time that no charges were filed - but the last thing he wanted was to get put in jail for attacking a human. Who would protect Grace then?

He opened up the front door, towering to his full height as he looked down at the stumbling drunken man, Grace in the chair curled up. All he had to do was stare her dad down, and he backed away. "I'm taking her with me." The giant anthro said to the man, who was cowering back in surprise and fear. "I'll bring her back when you're sober." He walked over to where she was seated, and effortlessly scooped her in to one of his arms. With that, he disappeared into the night and carried her all the way back to his house.

Soon they were inside and he seated her on the couch, "Are you ok?" he said, consolingly rubbing her back with his massive paw.
 
The girl sat in her room and trembled as she heard her father pacing outside her door. The drunk man slurring his words. She could smell the booze through the door. "Leave me alone!" She cried out, tears starting to drip down her cheeks as she wondered what her father was goign to do. But then she heard Mika enter the house. The sound of the large beast put her at ease. Knowing he was there she opened the door, watching her father move away.

Grace raced toward Mika and threw her arms around him. She pounced into his arms and squeezed him so tight, her little feet didn't touch the floor as she held him. "Get me out of here. Take me home. I want to go home." She was talking about his house when she referred to home. She belonged there. She was a part of his pack. She wanted to be back there. The only reason she stayed away was because she didn't want him to be uncomfortable around her. She wanted him to be happy.

As he took her away from her father and to his home she just squeezed him as he consoled her. And once inside his house and seated she nodded her head. "I'm okay. Yes." She said as her body trembled. "Can I stay, please?" She asked as she looked up at him, tears still in her eyes. She felt so much safer here than at home.

"I...I'm sorry. I know I should have stayed away. I was just so scared. I didn't know who else to call." She said as she leaned over to him and laid her face into his chest and taking a deep breath in as she felt the soft fur on her skin. She just closed her eyes and took another deep breath, taking in his scent. "Please don't be mad at me, but, can I please stay here?" She asked as she held herself close to him. Her face gently nuzzling his bare, fuzzy chest as her fingers started to gently run through his ultra soft fur.

The girl sat on the couch, holding him like a vice, not wanting to let go of him. Her fingers gripping his fur tight. She was wearing a pair of tiny little jean shorts, and a long sleeve white and navy striped shirt that hugged her petite frame. Her hair pulled up into a cute little messy bun.
 
He didn't even realize the situation he'd gotten himself in until he was on the couch alone with her, holding her small body tight against him. Her scent. It began filling his nostrils again, and even though he knew it was a bad idea for her to stay around, it was an even worse idea to send her back there. He stroked her back gently as he held her. "Of course. Don't apologize.. You're safe here, I promise." he sat there holding her for a while.

"And you don't have to stay away if you don't want to, ok? I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable the other day." He noted the outfit she donned and had to look away to keep from staring, still though, he couldn't stop his mouth from salivating a bit. He sat there in silence holding her for a minute.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Or did you just want to sit on me all night?" He laughed, giving her an extra squeeze and leaning back to look at her again, drying one of the tears from her stained cheek. As long as she wanted to feel safe, he'd let her stay here, but he knew he'd have to be extra vigilant to keep from slipping - extra strong to make sure he didn't give in to any desires.
 
When he said he was sorry for making her feel uncomfortable she quickly shook her head and looked up at him. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable. Not at all. I just...I know that you struggle while I'm here, and have to fight your urges. So I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with me here." She said as she kept running her fingers over his chest as she looked up into his eyes. "You always take care of me, and I know that I can't be your mate, so I just wanted to make things easier for you is all." She said as she clung to him, not wanting to let go. "Can I tell you something though?" She asked as she looked into his eyes. "I...I didn't like not being near you." She said softly. She then leaned her head down, resting it again against his chest.

When he joked with her she giggled and playfully slapped his chest. "Oh hush! But if you give me the choice I pick..." She playfully tapped her chin as if thinking about it before saying, "sit on you all night." She teased with a laugh. It was the first time she'd smiled all night after what happened with her father, and it felt good. She knew that being with him would make her feel better. It always did.

Soon though, Grace could feel it again. She felt that scent of his start to penetrate inside of her. She felt the pull, wanting to be closer. The girl quickly scooted, shifting so that she was soon curled up in his lap, her head still resting on his chest as she laid against him. She looked so tiny against him. Her knees tucked up under her. She could also feel that tingle between her thighs, as well as the heat and moisture. He was doing this to her. He was causing her body to react this way. She felt herself growing a bit antsy as she laid on him, letting out a soft, sweet little moan as she closed her eyes, trying to relax more as she laid on him.
 
Her reaction was adorable, he thought; and while he would have loved to sit there all night, holding her safe in his arms till they fell asleep, his body had other plans. The way she curled against him cause the muscles in his stomach to contract and he could feel the growing arousal pull at his member beneath her. 'Ah, shit.' He thought to himself. He at least thought that he could hold off for a while, maybe wait until she fell asleep to relieve himself - but no, his body had other plans. It demanded to be satisfied by the young suitable mate who was the right age, but not at all the right frame.

He gritted his teeth trying to fight it, but he could tell it would be a futile battle. The feel of her soft skin against him, her warm body rubbing against his, and that damn fertile smell. It was too much. He moved her off of him slowly, "I uh, have to go to the bathroom real quick, Gracie. I'll be right back." he hurried down the hall and was no sooner out of sight than the sheath of black fur between his legs sprung upward to reveal his red, slick member. He figured, just to be safe, he better shut the door behind him. If he was to get loud, or if she was to pass by the cracked door, she'd see what made her run from the room last time. He stood at the end of his bed, leaning over it and panting.

Even though he could bring himself to orgasm, and temporarily slick his lust, he knew the difference of the way it felt with a real mate. He felt almost cheated that he had to do this behind closed doors. Him, the alpha, the leader, the one who was owed the cream of the crop, had to settle for his own palm. He placed both palms on the mattress, his long, veiny shaft's underside rubbing against the comforter. It felt good, and he growled in pleasure. Maybe this would feel a little bit better than masturbating. At least he could mimic the motion of mating with the thrust of his hips.

He started to push downward, sliding his cock along the soft top of his comforter, and bringing it back, quickening his pace with his back turned to the door.
 
Grace was surprised when he moved her off of his lap. "What the..." she groaned out as she shifted to the couch and watched him bolt for his room. She grumbled and scrunched her face, feeling rather annoyed that her cozy seat had just run away from her. But she knew what had happened. She knew that his urges had gotten the best of him. She looked down the hall as she heard the door shut and she sighed. Mika deserved better than this. He deserved more than his hand.

Slowly Grace stood up and made her way from the living room and down the hall. The smell of his musky arousal was thick in the hallway, and only grew stronger the closer she got. She could feel the moisture now building up in her panties. Her heart was racing, and her little hand shook as she reached for the door knob. Quietly and slowly she cracked the door open, careful not to make roomy h noise before peeking her head inside just a little. And there she saw him, thrusting against the bed like some dog desperate for release.

Quietly she entered the room and made her way toward him. Closer and closer she got, hearing him growl as he thruster against the bed. And soon she was standing behind him. She could barely breathe, and all she could hear was the sound of her own heart beating loudly in her chest. "Um...Mika?" She said in a tone barely above a whisper. "Mika? Can I...help?" She asked as she moved up beside him and looked down, getting her first good glance at his dark red, glistening canine cock. It looked so strange, yet so beautiful.

Grace didn't wait for him to answer before she was slowly reaching her little hand out. Her hand shook nervously as she reached out and gently took his manhood and closed her hand around it. "Shhhh, let your mate help. Please." She said as she looked up into his eyes and gently squeezed that large feral manhood of his.
 
His eyes opened wide and he flinched in surprise as she approached, her small voice scaring him more in that moment than any howling enemy or challenging wolf from his pack. "Grace, what are you.." he reached to cover himself up, but she was already next to him, and her small hand had already gripped it. "N.. no!" He protested, but her eagerness was easy to see, and for all of his self-control, he succumbed to the moment in an instant.

He hissed in pleasure as her soft warm hand touched it - the sensation was so new to him, and the look of the tiny girl next to him, with her hand grasping his erection, was more than he could take. "Oh, my god, Gracie.." He cooed in pleasure. Then, she said 'mate,' and he couldn't help but smile. Did she know what all that truly implied? He marked it up to her just being overtaken in the moment, and didn't give it another thought, as his mind was currently more focused on what she was doing to him.

His cock twitched angrily, and his breathing increased - the sounds of his panting and small whimpers sounded somewhat like that of a dog, but not as distressed sounding. More akin to a cat purring, but with a gutteral, low tone rather than a sweet rattling.

He reached out, his giant paw grasping her lower back and pulled her close to his side as he clenched every muscle in his body - it seemed as if he was going to spasm out of control from the feeling. His hand slipped down to her ass and he gave it a squeeze, easily covering it and almost lifting her up off the floor in the process. He buried the muzzle of his snout into her neck and inhaled sharply, taking in her scent as she worked on him.
 
Grace watched him as she slowly, yet eagerly stroked that long, thick, greasy canine cock. Her little hand could barely wrap around it fully, but she would run it from base to tip, stroking him affectionately. She watched the look on his face as he panted and growled, knowing it wasn't a threatening growl, but one from pleasure. She smiled up at him as she saw him pant, and watched the pleasure she was giving him. She knew that he was enjoying it. "That's it. Isn't this better when your mate does it?" She asked him sweetly, saying 'mate' again. For the girl, she knew what she was. Even if he hadn't claimed her fully yet, their bodies were speaking to each other, and she knew that his instincts told him that she was his mate, and her body had been agreeing. It was why as she stroked him, and she smelled his musk, her pussy was soaking wet. She squirmed a little as she felt her arousal growing.

The young girl shifted herself a bit, moving herself between Mika and the bed. He towered over her as she looked up at him, wanting him to see her as she did this. Wanting him to see only her. Her hand began stroking him a bit faster, feeling his angry red cock grow hotter in her hand. Her free hand reached up and began running through that soft fur on his chest, feeling it between her fingers as she pleasured him with her tiny hand. "You are beautiful. Every part of you. So strong. So big. You are the alpha. You are a god." She whispered up at him, encouraging him. "Don't hold back. Let me make my alpha cum." She said as she leaned in and softly nuzzled her face against his chest, leaving soft kisses against it.
 
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