Bite down 2

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I dart through the woods. My legs are long but nowhere near as long as Dakota's legs. He's far ahead of me as he darts through the woods. I hate how fast he is. It's almost like he's gliding through the trees of the Pittsburgh mountains like he's the wind itself. I struggle to keep up.

By no means am I slow. I stand at 33 inches in height at the shoulders and measure 72 inches in length. I know because Dakota measures me every day after our runs. My tail is long and bushy and usually carried down. My body is lean but I have a lot more body fat then Dakota. My chest is narrow making it easy for my limbs to quickly scurry through the hard rocks and pummel through the trees. I can hear leaves beneath my feet.

No matter how fast I go I know I can't keep up with Dakota and sooner or later...I lose the white wolf.

Goddam it Dakota.

Where are you?
I make my way to a stream and take a sip and look at my appearance. I must say that I am a damn good looking wolf. I have light brown eyes. My coat has a dense layer of soft, fine fur that is reddish in color. Dakota makes sure that my fur is well kept. My muzzle is one of the only parts of me that isn't red. It's a harsh dark brown color.

Suddenly in the distance I smell something. It's food. I kneel down to the ground. It's a small deer that must have lost its mother. I've never hunted by myself. I've always had Dakota with me.

I lean close to the ground.

I feel so powerful. I'm a predator. I'm a wolf. I'm dangerous. Fear me...

Maybe today was the day that I stopped being a pup. Today was the day that I become a man. I'm slow. The deer doesn't see me. I can smell it even though I'm far away. My keen senses can almost hear it slowly crunching through the leaves.

Then all of a sudden right before I jump up I feel myself being taken down and pinned to the ground!

I can't move!

It's the white wolf.

In a matter of seconds, we are both changing back into humans.

"You should have seen me coming from a mile away," Dakota says.

"That's no fair. I was focused on hunting..."

"You were distracted. Never get distracted," Dakota tells me shaking his head.

Dakota still has me pinned down to the ground. We are naked. It's cold but since I became a werewolf the cold doesn't bother me much. It's November 19th. Almost 2 years ago around this time I met Dakota. Dakota was the only other member of my wolf pack. Supposedly something happened to the other members of the wolf pack and we died out. Dakota was the last member for a very long time until he decided to turn me. Since then we'd spent most all of our time in the cabin in the woods together. 2 years ago I thought I'd be headed to school.

Instead I was getting a completely different type of education.

"Damn...I think I cut a scratch..." I say.

"Fuck. Where?"
Dakota grabs my hand almost immediately. To say that he babies me is an understatement. I never knew why. It's just the way that Dakota is with me. It's the way that he's always been.
As Dakota examines me...I can't help but examine him. He's completely naked. His beautiful green eyes are what always gets me. His firm chest and shoulders turn me on so much. He's completely comfortable naked around me. It took me forever to feel the same. Till this day I look at his body and I am stuck between envy and lust. He has broad shoulders. He has these dark brown nipples. His chest has a lot of stubble on it because he shaves it daily. Dakota is big on personal hygiene. His dick is slightly swollen between his legs. If I didn't know Dakota, I would think he's hard. The thing is I do know Dakota. I know him well enough to know that his dick always seems like it's semi hard especially when we are outside. A breeze could stimulate him.
His dick has a huge long, thick shaft and a beautiful well sculpted head. His ass is well sculpted too. He has a plump bubble butt. It's not like a girl's butt though. His butt is small, tight and extremely firm in the most masculine way. His butt is just perky sitting perfectly. It doesn't even jiggle like mine when he walks.