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coyote

/kɔɪˈəʊti,kʌɪˈəʊti/

noun

1. a wild dog that resembles the wolf, native to North America.
2. member of the canidae family not known for making good decisions.

Oxfurred dictionary, 3^rd edition

“Morning Angie.” I said, and when that failed to get so much an acknowledgement I tried again. “Morning, Angie!”

“Oh, m’rn’ng Max…” she murmured lazily, barely bothering to open her muzzle.

Neighbors for about seven years now and that’s what I get – a mumbled ‘good morning’ on the second try. Oh, but I should be understanding, shouldn’t I? After all, it was winter! And we’re supposed to be patient and understanding, just because even after thousands of years of evolution, fat-asses like her can’t get a grip on their hibernation instincts! A bunch of bullshit as far as I’m concerned. After all, there’s no scarcity of food, is there? Supermarkets and grocery stores aren’t the forest, they don’t turn barren just because there’s snow outside!

And it’s not like they really go into that deep bear-sleep anyway. They just get a little drowsy, but instead of coping with coffee or energy drinks or whatever, they make a big fucking deal out of their ‘natural rhythms’. And to top it off, they get special treatment! Three weeks, three god-damned weeks of extra vacation time starting January 1^st every fucking year to just laze around because supposedly they are sooo fucking sleepy that they can’t work, can’t drive and have to just lay around the house and chill. What do the rest of us get? PSAs about how to be more understanding and helpful to them!

And what’s worse + some people fall for it. Here I am, a fucking five-foot-four coyote bundled up to survive a Pittsburg winter long enough to get some groceries. Is anyone worried about me? How I’m coping with the season? Meanwhile, that she-bear who could probably go out in one of those big tent-like dresses she usually wears and not even have her nips stiffen gets her groceries delivered by neighbors who bought into that ‘patience and understanding’ bull.

Yesterday I saw Jennie from 406 lugging two heavy ass bags to Angela’s door, but sleepy or not the bear did manage to talk to her. Too lazy to give me a ‘good morning’ but awake enough to drowsily chirp with the friendly corgi from two floors up when she needs something from her. Fuck, they were practically flirting out there, but who am I kidding – even if Jennie did want to climb that mountain, Angela would probably crush the cute little bitch if she rolled over.

Don’t get me wrong – she’s friendly towards me too, most of the year. You know the type – fat girl trying too hard to be nice to everyone. And the last time she broke her fur-dryer and asked to borrow mine she was sweet as honey, but then December wraps up and it’s “Oh noes! It’s too cowd, I’m too sweepy to act like a decent fucking person!”. Suffice to say trying to negotiate frozen streets with as much groceries I could carry in one go did little to improve my mood, and it got worse when I walked past her door and saw it open a crack. Not unlocked – open! This is fuckin’ peak-laziness right here – strong enough to tear the god-damned thing off the hinges, but too sleepy to just close it all the way?

“Angela, your door’s open…” I called out through the crack. No reply. Ty-fuckin’-pical! Can’t drag her fat ass to close and maybe lock her door? I have to do it with two heavy plastic bags biting into my frost-numbed fingers? “Angela, your door’s… aww, fuck it!” I said, setting my bags down and walking in to drag her to her front fucking door so that she could close it. Does she think a burglar is going to be ‘patient and understanding’ with her because she’s a bear and it’s January?

“Is it really so much trouble to get up and… holy fuck…” I said, barging into her bedroom which, OK, not a cool thing to do. Not that it would make for a very successful sexual assault scenario since me VS her would be like a rabbit VS Lenny.

She was sprawled out on her bed and apparently out cold because my shouting hadn’t even made her stir. And she might have wanted to stir at least enough to pull the tangled sheets up over her bear-naked… tits. Fuck me, look at the size of those tits! Well, you can’t but - trust me, these are some serious fucking melons right here. Okay, so I guess there are some perks to heavy girls. And ‘horizontal’ is a good angle for her – lying on her back meant that her stomach was pulled down and flattened out a little. Still a tummy-bulge but the bulges on her chest were eye-poppers. And damn, those are some serious birthing hips! Why the fuck does she wear those dumpy-ass moo-moos all the time? With tits like those she could really rock a sweater, and if she stuffed those thicq thighs into some jeans…

Even hair face looked pretty now that her bronzy hair was all over her pillow. She usually just wore it in a boring-ass pony tail, but now she looked like a pin-up. Kinda having a ‘pin-up effect’ on me too. And did she seriously not wake up after all that shouting I did? Okay, so I guess they do sleep deeper than usual during January. Since I was definitely getting hot under the collar, I took off my jacket as I just stared at Angela’s body. Fuck, I might have thought she was dead if not for the occasional rise and fall of her chest. Subtle, but hard to miss considering that was what I was staring at. Were her tits really that big? She had that fluffy bear coat, and it was winter. I could just leave and never know, or…

I tip-toed to her side until I realized how moronic that was since I’d hollered at her without it making any difference. I held my breath as I reached out, knowing that it was a really skeevy thing to do and even stupider since she might wake up. Her fur was… fuck, it was soft. She must have just come out of the shower so it was really fluffed up, but my paw-pad had sunk just a tiny little bit into fur before it started sinking into boob. All natural, no doubt about it, the kind of squishy fun-bags that just make your palms itch to grope them.

So I brought both my paws into play. Fuck, I had to, this tit wasn’t a one-hander! It actually took both my paws to give this grade-a melon a proper grope. Angie didn’t seem to mind, a fact confirmed when a mocha-colored nipple stiffened and poked out at me. I was bending over before I knew it, opening my muzzle around a nipple as thick around as my thumb! My ears flicked as I tasted the she-bear, resisting the urge to bite down on the nub with the sharp tiny teeth between my fangs. Well, resisting the urge to bite hard. I wasn’t going to get any milk out of her, so I might as well have a little nibble.

Her moan was soft, but in the dead silence to someone with canine hearing and no good excuse to be where I was it was almost enough to make me jump. I must have looked ridiculous with my eyes wide, my ears swiveling but my lips still latched around the she-bear’s tit. No movement, no more noises except… I could swear her black lips were a little curved now. Angie must have been having a nice dream, and I’m pretty sure I was responsible. Fuck, why am I feeling like a creep? Lonely girl like her, I’m probably doing her a favor. Might as well be really neighborly then… I took my right paw from her tit and slid it down the plush tummy. Yeah, a little too soft, but if this ditzy grizzly actually worked out once in a while she’d really be something. Soft fur grew softer and thinner until I was running my paw-pads across the silky skin of her pussy. Damn, she felt nice down there – smooth, plump and… wet?

Fuck, is she… she is! A few pokes and a few sniffs confirmed it - the bear was getting wet from just having her gigantic tits groped. Guess she doesn’t get it as often as she needs to. No wonder if she wears fucking tents in public. My paw was itching and if squeezing and suckling her tits didn’t wake her I doubted me petting her kitty would. Her skin down there was the same hue as her nipples, a nice rich brown that felt as good to the touch as it looked. Fuck, the heat coming off that teddy-pussy! Considering how much she was leaking it should be steam wafting up in little clouds. I wondered what she felt like inside. I smirked since I imagined how ridiculously big her pussy must be. The girl would probably swallow up my whole paw if I so much as dipped in a single…

Fuck! She was… well, not tight, but that thing is snug. My finger sank in easily, but fuck me if she didn’t have a nice firm grip on it. I pumped it in a few times, breathing deep of the sweet smelling mess I was churning out. It brought to mind those honey-bottles shaped like bears and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I coaxed honey out of Angela.  I looked up at her face, and damn if she didn’t look like she was smiling! What can I say - big girls need love too.

I pushed a second finger in and fuck me if it didn’t have trouble going in! If I had my eyes closed, I would have guessed this was a bunny I was pumping my paw against, not a bear twice my fucking size. This was like some sort of lottery - big ass, huge tits, but a tiny, hot-as-fuck dripping pussy. Just asking for it. And it had been a while since I’d gotten laid, not to mention that I’d never had a woman like this one… ‘till now.

And why the fuck not? It’s not like I’m gonna hurt her or anything. If she likes my fingers this much she’d probably love my cock. I bet that if I asked her she’d bend over for me like a good bitch in a bad heat, but what if she wanted to date? Fuck, I’d look ridiculous walking down the street with her, even if I got her to wear some decent clothes. Nah, better just have a nice quickie here and now. Sweeten up her dreams, and all that…

With that idea I got out of my clothes, my cock already sticking out except for the knot swelling my sheath. It took a little effort but I managed to get Angela into position. A really hot one too - her arms above her head so those porn-star tits really popped, and those thick thighs opened as wide as I could get them, flashing her drenched slit to the male who was about to go grizzly on her steamy cunt.

I climbed into bed, at first considerate and trying to keep my weight off her. Yeah, like my weight on her was gonna bother her! Instead I came to my senses and laid down on top of her and fuck was she ever cuddly. Like the world’s best foam-memory mattress except with tits and a pussy leaking against my cock as I nudged myself into position. It took a few blind thrusts, my tip dimpling the soft, slick labia before I felt it hit her crease. Careful now, just get the angle right, push until you feel it sink and… there! One good jab was enough to sink sheath-deep into the big girl, and a second one had my sheath pushing against her slit as she peeled it back and took my knot.

“Mrrrnfhhhh!Mhhhwhuuuuff…”

Fuck, I have no idea what that meant but it almost gave me a heart attack! It wasn’t really loud, just a soft murmur, but in the silent room it had my ears swiveling and my heart ready to bounce out of my chest. I wasn’t even breathing just wondering if I could pull my cock out, my pants on and be out the door before she came to. But seconds went by with no more sounds except for the pounding in my ears.

I was safe! She’d taken my knot and all that did was make her murmur! She had no idea that I was lying on top of her and balls deep, Angela was still firmly in Dreamland. So why not make a dream come true? I exhaled in relief and laid my head down on a pillowy tit. Fuck, our height’s line up perfectly - when I’m in her my face is level with her chest. Can’t really kiss her from here, but hey – this isn’t about romance, this was about pounding some big fluffy pussy and GTFO. Besides, I’m sure she’s gonna wind up cumming, she’s soaking my crotch already, so no real harm done, right?

I nuzzled her cleavage a little as I ground my hips, testing how much of a grip the big girl had on me. Fuck, she was pretty tight, I had to pull out half-way just to keep from tying her too early. I started moving my hips, not too hard just in case she gave me another scare. Not a sound, just the slick noise of her pussy polishing my bone. I decided to celebrate my good fortune by catching a stiff brown nipple in my muzzle and giving it a good nibble.

“Mmhhhnhoooo…muhhhhsthaa whuuuffhh…” she murmured. Was that… did she just say ‘wolf’? Mister Wolf? Fuck, I guess she is feeling the knot. Not that I’m complaining, I don’t often get confused for those cocky meatheads. Okay Angie, you just lie back and dream away while the big bad wolf huffs and puffs on top of you…

I began to thrust faster and faster, trying to work out just how much I could get away with. Her crotch was already a slip-n-slide and she seemed to be loosening up a little. Still all kinds of snug and as hot as you’d ever want a pussy to be, but those dark bear-folds were letting me get away with jamming my growing knot in and out with nothing but soft murmurs. I began to drive in with more force, the fluffy ursine body jiggling as I did. Her left boob was bouncing up and down next to my head and the one I had my face mashed in would be doing the same if not for my lip-lock around Angie’s nipple. I’d have to make the call soon. I’m pretty sure I could knot her, but could I really clean her out before I leave? I’m not big but I’m messy, and it’s been a while. A paw just doesn’t drain a canine’s nuts the way a nice firm tie does. Probably smarter to just pull out grab some kitchen towels or something and…

“Mhhhnnnhooooo!”

The moan was slurred and muzzy but louder than the noise shed made so far, but that wasn’t the only thing. She moved! Not much, but enough to catch me off-guard. A swing of her hips, her crazy-wide, child-bearing momma-bear hips that I happened to be resting on as I humped. Her hips first, and then the rest of her body followed, swinging and carrying me over… and under!

“Mgghhhhhooohhhh whuuuuff… dhoooon… nhooooo…” came the sounds as my world descended into darkness. She’d flipped - literally! One minute I was on top of… well, not the world, but on top of her and fucking her sleeping brains out, and now it was like I was buried under warm cuddly sandbags! I was still even inside the big sleepy bitch, the tits I had been admiring now smothering me as my head got wedged in her fluffy cleavage. I couldn’t see shit, the only reason I could hear was because my ears were poking up out of the mass of bear-boobs.

“Nhhhoooo, ahhh… khaaan… thoooo bhuuuuuggg…” she murmured, grinding noticeably against me as the mattress began to squeak.

My legs were pinned under hers, and even if I could move them the likelihood that I could throw her off was laughable. With the size ratio being what it was, it would have taken an Olympic wrestler to get the bear off. Well, she did seem to be working on getting off, but not in any way that helped me breathe!

“Dhoooon… dooohn… knhnooot… I khannt…” she murmured, grinding and bouncing and… begging me not to knot her!? Was she fucking crazy? I flailed my arms, desperate enough to try and scratch her back and sides… bad idea! Fuck, this big perverted bitch was being mauled by her big bad wolf, and her hips were moving on auto-pilot to provide the sensation of a snarling alpha rutting her hard. I moved my hands to her breasts and… fuck, the fingers just sank in on their own, this really is the best pair of goddamned tit’s I’d ever…

No, concentrate! Don’t let go of them but just… pry them apart a little and… there! I managed to pull them apart just enough to tilt my head back, dragging my nose through the thick fur of her cleavage until I had it pointing up parallel to the mattress and out of the smothering embrace of her tits. I dragged in as much air as I could. Not that it was easy with a lusty bear resting on top of me, but her body was soft enough for my chest to rise at least a little. My nose was also still stuck in the tuft of hair just under her throat, and when I drew in air I also drew in soft fur that tickled the shit out of it.

“Uuuugghhhhh… muuuuuhsss whuuuuf… ahhhm… ahhm…” the she-bear murmured, begging her dream-wolf for mercy while showing me none.

She wasn’t really slamming down on me, but gravity was a bitch when it had all that mass to work with. My knot was almost fully swollen, but that wasn’t stopping Angela. Even I was wincing with every wet, slurping tug out of her sex. I’d never pushed in and out of a girl when it got this big, it was either in or ‘better luck next time’. But the wolf she was dreaming of must have been a real hard bastard, and he was the one raping her savagely, and using my cock to do it with. She was driving down with enough force to flatten the mattress, slamming my tail against the hardwood under it.

Fuck, having my knot slip and slide like this was maddening. Every time I felt it sink in I was a split second away from cumming in this crazed momma-bear but when the god-damned thing got tugged out my instinct slammed on the breaks. Like there were any odds of me giving her puppies that might be ruined if I didn’t have a firm tie when I let loose. The sounds were crazy too, and if I’d heard them in porn I would have been sure they were faking it. It sounded like someone was churning butter down there, the noise almost loud enough to mask Angela begging ‘Mister Wolf’ for mercy. There were spark-like things drifting along the edges of my vision and I wasn’t sure if it was from lack of air or being edged like this. Okay Karma, I get it - it was wrong to do what I did to my sleeping neighbor and my punishment is both deserved and ironic, but I don't want to die like this! Wait, scratch that - I do want to die like this, buy like… four decades from now? But now I just want to get loose, I want… I want…

No, I want to cum . Fuck, I need to cum! What good is life if you have blue balls? My arms were proving to be useless for pushing Angela off me so I put them to use lower down along her body, sliding along those wide hips and… fuck, I didn’t get a good look at her ass but it felt amazing. fluffy, round, soft on the outside but with firmness when I squeezed her good and hard. Instead of trying to push her off I pressed myself against her, keeping her from tugging her teddy-pussy off my cock just long enough. 

With the slick slit hugging me tight I felt my balls draw up and clenched my jaw until my teeth started to hurt, groaning only when I shot the first rope of ‘yote spunk into the bouncing bear. Not sure if she noticed me cumming, but she did get vocal when I first grabbed her ass. Once my grip grew slack she was slipping off my knot again, but the floodgates were open and even my instinct didn’t give a damn if we were tied. For every squirt into her she churned one of them out, the warm wet mess soaking into my crotch and the tail trapped under me… fuck, Angela was using me as a cum-rag! Guess I won’t have to worry about any evidence since I’d be fucking wearing it when I left. If I ever managed to break free, that is. With the last spurt of my cum, the finale of what might have been the biggest, messiest orgasm in my god-damned life, my thoughts turned once again to freedom.

“Hnnhaaahh…muuuhstrrr whooooff… donnn puuuhll… muh haihhrr…” the crazy bitch begged, actually rising up on her elbows and throwing her head back as her imaginary Mr. Wolf yanked on her hair while he bred her from behind.

That idea seemed to drove her wild, and she started really slamming down on me now, her heavy hips making either the bed or my bones creak disturbingly. And all that motion… fuck, her tits looked amazing! Like someone bouncing on a water-bed! I had the best seats in the house to watch those fat porn-star tits bounce and jiggle, big heavy soft and… off me!

Fuck, fuck you stupid piece of shit, getting hypnotized by a set of bear boobs! Her chest was great, but it was off me! This was my chance to escape… Okay, one good twist should do it - one…two—three! There was a wet slurp as my semi-soft cock was yanked free from the whimpering she-bear but I managed to use my momentum and twit around so I was lying on my stomach. Angie didn’t even notice and kept humping, and my cheeks burned as she wound up grinding her pussy against my ass and smearing my own cum against my crack. Her boobs were still bouncing above my head, thick hot nipples grazing my ears as… no, focus! If you look back, you’re fucked. My legs were still trapped but I shuffled forward commando style on my elbows, getting closer to freedom inch by inch.

Angela chose that moment to cum, pressing her hips down and gushing against my tail as she mewled. As I crawled it slipped between her chubby labia and I could feel it wiping her mess and mine but I couldn’t worry about that now. Almost a minute of desperate struggle but I did it! Freedom! A weight off my back - literally!

I looked back and sighed in relief when I saw Angela smiling but growing quieter as her dreams grew less… vivid. I grabbed some kitchen towels and got to work cleaning up my mess. I couldn’t get Angela dry because the more I wiped the more her ursine pussy drooled, but when there was no trace of white I figured I was done. I had my pants half-way up my legs when she spoke again.

“Muuuhssttrr whooofff… noooo! Thaasshh… mhhhh… wronnn hoooll…” she murmured with her muzzle in the rumpled sheets and her stubby tail wriggling. Wrong hole, huh? Well, if Mr. Wolf is going to take the blame, I… fuck it, I’m going to take the risk!