Fucking wind

My plush husky stood next to me as a full sized anthro, his gorgeous blue eyes staring into mine, when I felt someone grab me from behind and restrain me. Turning my head as as best I could, I manage to catch a glimpse of none other than Fox McCloud as the identity of my captor. I look back to my husky to see, to my surprise, Wolf O’Donnel holding him in a similar manner. I stare befuddled at him as he grins, then something large and red catches my eye, and my how large it was. I look to the husky again, who seems to be unsure of himself.

“Do something!”, I plee,

“What do you want me to do!? I’m the smallest one here!” he replies, looking down toward Wolf’s member in a mild fright.

It’s then that I feel something slick, warm, and three sizes too large slide between my legs. Wolf grabs the husky and shoves him into my arms, taking position behind him. Fox shifts me, bending me forward as he draws his hips back…

…and then a large gust of wind slams against my bedroom window, waking me up. I lay there for a moment, hugging my plush husky tight, fully awake. There was no way I would get to return to that dream. 

Fucking wind.