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After a protracted delay, the next chapter of the series has finally reached a point I can consider release ready! Once again, I struggle to try and write from a point of view that has limited faculties, but hopefully its enjoyable none the less. There was a lot I was debating adding to the end, including more to the bickering, and more of the dawning realization of just what the boy had gotten up to while running about the woods as a feral beast, but I figure its best to drag out the former as part of that relationship, and the latter for the start of the next chapter.

Either way, I hope everyone enjoys! It'll be a bit before the next as I get another commission done, but it shouldn't be six months like the last wait! (Apologies for the bare bone kinks, I'll flesh them out after uploading, but was uploading in the morning and work calls!)", "writing": "[q][i]Rennard - Level 9 Breeder Fox\nHP\t25/36\t\tSta\t12/12 (16)\tMan\t7/12\t\tAro\t10/20\nStr \t2 (32)\t\tAgi\t16 (18)\tSpr\t11 (5)\nEnd\t12 (16)\tInt\t12 (6)*\tCha\t19 (9)\n\nCock Size:\t8.7 (10.4)\t\t\tVirility: \t24 (57)\nBall Size:\t2.12 (2.54)\t\t\tI. 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The act was enjoyable in itself, of sprinting through the woods unrestrained and unconcerned, barring himself to the glories of the forest that was to be his domain, whilst the darkly possessive thoughts the boy had courted before now run amok.\n\nBut, as the youth's sprint slowed to an idle trot, before finally coming to a rest to let his tongue-lolling pants roll freely from his lips, he turned his attention towards the desires that had brought him out into the lands he was to make his... The instincts which welled within him for satisfaction now that his overbearing, conscience-minded will had been submerged beneath the unstoppable tide of supernaturally fueled lusts! The kit's nose turned to the air, sniffing for the first of his mates he would satisfy such desires with tonight, when his nose turned towards an unexpected aroma...\n\nIt was familiar... 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A curious sniff, and the boy's fangs tore into his meal anew, digging into the limp beast's belly with what little guidance his instincts offered. His fangs gripped the rabbit's slippery wet flesh, tore chunks its still warm corpse to awkwardly chew in his omnivorous maw, before letting the succulent meat slip down into his belly. Again, and again, and again, digging his snout further and further into his meal, staining his whiskers in the animal's torpid blood as he satisfied his primeval hunger.\n\n``Well don't you look fetching~? The Little Prince is starting to look like a real ruler of the woods, now~''\n\nA familiar `voice' bubbled forth into his mind, drawing the boy's attention away from his meal and towards what he thought was the source of the strange conversation - giving his meal one last chomping chew for the road before leaving lt to whatever scavengers would come along. It didn't take long for him to find the strange tree that had escaped his notice until now... Along with the dryad which sat nestled amongst its roots. The tree's flowers had started the first stages of ripening into fruit, reflected in the fae creature's belly that was noticeably swollen with the brand of maternity his seed had left on its womb only a few days ago.\n\nThe beast's lips drew back into a growling snarl, shoulders lowered to take as aggressive a stance as he could, whilst his tail flicked threateningly behind him. His nose recognized the scent, feral mind aware that it was another one of his mate's in a way, yet still something in him sensed danger from the woodland nymph. Although such concerns were assuaged when the lovely, species-androgynous creature knelt down to place a tender kiss upon his nose.\n\n``Oh... Don't you worry, my lovely little Prince~ I have no intentions to harm or interfere with what is transpiring... You are the Goddess' favorite pet, after all, all we can do is offer a helping hand for you to find your footing...'' She purred into the beast's ears, giving his bloody muzzle a tender stroke before her delicate fingers combed fondly against the fox's flank and down to the needy, ten-inch beast cock pulsing underneath the boy's belly.\n\n``How I wish I could offer for you to satisfy this with me... But your seed was more than enough to satisfy the flowers of my domain during our last encounter~ How lucky I was visiting my sister's grove at the time~'' The fae creature giggled, giving a firm grip upon the fox's knot to draw a needy growl from the monstrous lad's throat, as well as a possessive lick across her leaf-soft fur and skin.\n\n``So how about a hint~?'' The tree spirit giggled, before whispering sweetly into the beast's ear.\n\n``Your senses are sharper than just those adorable nose and ears of yours~ The goddess' blessings extend to all creatures of the world, not just man. So why don't you try inquiring about where you can find the strongest mates nearby~? After all, you want powerful partners to bury this thing into, don't you~? To feel them surrender to you... To know that the sons you'll give them will be just as potent as their royal father~?'' The dryad continued, murmuring as every enticing syllable was paired with an extraordinarily skillful squeeze from her supple fingers, rousing thick strings of masculine fecundity to pour forth and onto the soil between the feral fox's feet. ``Wouldn't that be nice... Giving our groves and forests strong, powerful princes to protect all your wives and mates even while you're away~?''\n\nRen's sultry growls grew more enticed the longer the fey spoke, and her fingers worked. His mindless, libido-fueled mind pushed forward into each inviting word even as his mind struggled to understand them, his hips bucking forward to sink his slick, pre-glazed meat across her palm with an ever greater vigor. But, despite his failure to hold onto the strange, yet oh so familiar words, enough of their meaning seemed to sink into his regressed mind. Seek strong mates... Breed strong heirs... Faint memories of a dream where he got to do just that with the strongest of his mates yet fueled the desire to do it now.\n\nInquire... Mates... Strong... \n\nThe feral boy's eyes blinked as that moment's of hesitation caused a line of light to extend from his position, snaking off through the trees and away from the sylvan lass slowly swelling his Arousal higher.\n\n``There you go... Just follow that light, and do the same thing to refresh it when you need to... It shouldn't be too far away with those legs of yours... At least until you can follow their scent instead~'' Once again, the dryad murmured sweetly into his ears, although this time her tender hand retreated as well, leaving behind sticky strands of vulpine spunk momentarily bridging them to his dick.\n\nThe feral vulpine hesitated for a moment. Lust glazed, blue eyes stared at the androgynous dryad and the swollen belly filled with whatever came from the mixture of divinely blessed seed and plant spirit - contemplating if he should still take the edge off of the desire she had built by burying his red hot need into those familiar, flower-soft lips. But, the luminescent trail from the Miracle he had instinctively activated ultimately won out in the end, luring him away from his sylvan lover, but not before he gave ran his tongue across the woman's cheek in a long, drawn out, feral kiss that ultimately ended up as a more proper one when the pregnant dryad wrapped her lips around his tongue.\n\n``There's a good Prince... Go on, now... There's only so many hours in a night, and it'll be a long night indeed for you~''\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe wild `prince' had been moving for some time, crossing miles much faster than he had ever managed as a boy thanks to the primal curse pumping through his blood and the superior gait four legs had offered him - filling the transformed lad with a sense of animalistic superiority compared to his typical self that was just out of memory. But even his curse-enhanced Endurance was starting to meet its limit, slowing the fox's stride from a galloping march into a slot trot as he approached a stream, his maw hanging open with fatigued pants.\n\nHe had followed the mystical directions he had conjured, but that had finally come to an end. No matter how much his lust-consumed mind tried to repeat the `trick' the dryad had shown him, no more trails of light appeared to direct him onwards, leaving the dire fox to hunt his quarry once more with nothing but his instincts.\n\nBut, that raised a question in his feral thoughts as he leaned down to lap the cool, crystal clear water from the ground, just what sort of quarry was he chasing~? His rut-swollen prick certainly had one idea, pulsing at the idea of pinning down a mate like the fox near the start of the night, how eagerly his loins yearned to spill into another womb. Meanwhile, his stomach was once again starting to grumble despite the weight of the rabbit he had devoured earlier still sagging his belly.\n\nIt would have to be up to chance which of his two insatiable needs was satisfied first~ Not that he would have to wait long for the Goddess' fortune to make its determination, as the growl of a territorial creature defending its domain from the accursed fox roused the drinking beast's blue eyes from the stream bed.\n\nA... wolf? She smelled... familiar. The weight of a memory obscured beneath his regressed state of mind nagged at the back of his thoughts, but couldn't quite push through before the feral boy shook his head free of the confusing sensation, focusing instead of staring down the threat that had appeared. His throat rumbled in a retaliatory growl, his hackles raised to make himself seem as threatening as possible, before stepping away from the stream to circle around the lupine. She returned the gesture, stepping lightly to not provide any openings while trying to chase the rutting stud away.\n\nAlthough, it was the potent scent of virility wafting from the vulpine's loins which caused the female beast to pause. A stray breeze brought the unique scent of masculinity across the wolf's nostrils, causing her to freeze midstep as the embers of a recently quenched heat briefly flared back to life! It was an opening that the bestial brat seized upon swiftly, pouncing forward with a possessive snarl and landing upon the wolf - triggering a frenzy of snarling, snapping beasts and red and gray fur blurring in a frantic fight. But, that opening, and the distraction of his endowment brushing against her flank, was just enough to let the rutting male get the advantage, locking his jaws around the back of the lupine's neck, and causing her to submit with a soft whine against the points of the dire fox's fangs prickling against her skin.\n\nFortunately for her, his libido had won the toss for which instinct was strongest. While his scent had disarmed her, the smell of her fertility, and the excitement his aroma wrought within her made his spire pulse with need. His fangs wrenched the wolf-bitch back onto her feet, coaxing her to present for him whilst his dominance-enforcing growl smothered itself against her spine. His body made clear what he demanded with his victory as he stepped over her, his large slab of virility tapping against the she-wolf's inner thigh, smearing its glistening, pre-spurting point against her waiting spade.\n\nThe wolf hesitated for a moment behind his demands, but eventually acquiesced, following his direction to stand as her instinctual need directed her. Her tail parted to the side, exposing her feral femininity towards the male vulpine's girth, whilst her neck craned in a teasing effort to slip free from the similar sized beast's jaws and bring her snapping jaws towards his face. To no effect, of course, as the male's lock upon her spine tightened with another growl, holding her in place as he pressed his weight against her back, his forelegs tucking in around her torso, before his hips began to roll forward, awkwardly trying to grind the nearly fully erect fox-hood into her depths with how close their bodies were to one another and only his feral instincts to guide him.\n\nBut, with enough grinding, and the jostling of their bodies as the submitting female tested his hold, eventually the transformed boy's ten-inch were-dick was dragged back far enough to line the drooling, living faucet point towards the wolf's entrance~ Without hesitation, his hips drove back forward - headless of the future headache the deed was going to cause him as he single mindedly pursued his pleasure - sinking the thick tapered start past those black lips to the whimpered-pants of the satisfied bitch~\n\nA slow, steady press to ensure his prick was safely nestled within her sex later, and his hips quickly bucked forward, driving himself deeper into the she-wolf's body, sending shivers of primal euphoria surging out from his loins with every quivering squeeze of her love-canal around his shaft. Every brief tense that entrance cave before stretching around his girth a heart-pounding triumph, coaxing the mindless, rutting kit forward, hastening the pounding gait of his hips, until finally his half-swollen knot kissed against the beast's spade.\n\nThe lupine's stance faltered, undermined by the novel pleasures which surged within her body from being so utterly bred, quite unlike her previous - and only - experience, as well as the fervent pace the vulpine male railed forward to satisfy his boiling libido! But, despite the momentary slips, the kit's monstrously-enhanced Strength was not quite enough to make the proud bitch collapse, although the challenge brought soft competitive growls from the lupine standing proud to receive her prospective mate's desire. Her tail swished, wagging against the inside of the dire fox's thigh, while her own pants of growing excitement joined his brushing across her neck - joining the thumping notes of his dick plunging again and again into her swollen lips.\n\nIt didn't take long at all for his knot to begin clapping against those folds, the feral-kit's mind simmering in Arousal just before his peak, desperately trying to grind his hefty glands into the female's knot pocket to secure a firm, lasting tie with the latest of his mates. His nostrils flared, drinking her scent as his biting snout twisted against the back of her neck and side of her panting, half-snarling lips, enjoying the aroma of their need whilst his hips continued to hammer forward with reckless abandon. The dull claws on his forepaws clutched tight against her midsection, pulling her into each buck, whilst her own dug into the streambed beneath them to keep herself standing against his lurid assault.\n\nHer scent was definitely familiar... The aroma of in-heat she-wolf burning with excitement tickled over the buried part of his consciousness, plucking at neurons that hadn't adjusted to his current state of being, before finally breaking through that lurid fox as his knot was finally teasing itself into her sex.\n\n[i]His first.[/i]\n\nThe memory boiled within the surface of his simple thoughts, details lost without his civilized mind to parse it, but the main strokes he understood well enough; being pinned to the ground nearby this very stream, her sex enveloping his young foxhood, milking those first few drops of barely virile seed from his prepubescent balls, the mixture of shame and pride that came from the announcement he had been made a father. Excitement and possessiveness roiled within his turbulent mind, his fangs tightening their grasp upon the mother of his pup's neck, pricking the cursed fangs past the beast's skin as he rammed his knot past the slick, needy sex.\n\n[i]Mine.[/i]\n\nThe thought blossomed within him with unashamed certainty, unrestricted by the qualms of the boy's normal temperament. He reaffirmed it with his snarl against the nape of his mate's neck, forcing the she-wolf's ears to fold against the back of her scalp as a pleased howl echoed from her snout. His shaft lodged itself against the entrance to her womb, barging past to let his shaft fire off his blessed and werecursed seed into the chamber where his pups were just taking root, coaxed on with every kneading flex of her walls around his swollen knot.\n\n[q][i]Experience Acquired![/i][/q]\n\nThe notification meant nothing to him beyond the distant sense of pride it roused, of secondary importance to the pleasure he felt with every rope of seed he emptied into the bitch's - his bitch's - womb! Each time causing the update to appear, at least for a second, then finally a third time as his divine essence flooded her belly. His hips ground forward, pressing his twitching balls against her sex, drenching the fuzzy spheres in the estrus dripping from the black lips at the height of their coitus.\n\nBut... There was something changing about the she-wolf as he held himself flush against her back and his balls emptied within her inundated womb. The squirming struggle for dominance and inevitable submission she gave the entire time had stopped, and not just because of the pleasure quaking through her body as she stood there, taking the fox's virility. Her entire expression softened, a look of confusion spread across her face, her ears craning to every grunting huff against her bitten neck. Whilst, most important of all, the wolf's amber eyes sharpened their gaze, turning to focus her glance directly at the mate on top of her with a look of introspection that no beast should have been able to possess!\n\n[q][i]Wolf (F) has been afflicted by your Therianthropy![/i][/q]\n\nThe knowledge that his `blessing' had extended to her, and by extension his pup's, made the dire fox's shaft flexed with excitement, as his mate began to nestle into him, seeking comfort against the being that had blessed her with a consciousness that was only just beginning to awaken. His forelegs squeezed her close again, his bite finally releasing the neck he had held onto so firmly until now, just so he could brush his cheeks against her's, and deliver a fond lick of affection across those of his new mate. That primal desire, the sense of possessiveness he held over her, his first mate, welling once more in his chest, aligning just right with his rut-consumed mind to snarl with a gravelly voice unsuited for the syllables forced through his animalistic vocal cords, [i]``Mine.''[/i]\n\nThe she-wolf hesitated for a second, her eyes looking away from him to stare at something that had appeared in front of her vision, a notification of her own? Whatever the case, it took a moment for her to ponder its meaning, no doubt still struggling to comprehend her ever expanding thoughts, before an affirmative rumble rolled from her throat in reply and she returned the lick to the vulpine's snout.\n\n[q][i]Wolf (F) has accepted your marriage proposal.\nWolf (F) has joined your Harem![/i][/q]\n\nSatisfaction rumbled from the transformed boy's throat as he delivered another lick towards his newest wife, before finally moving with her direction to step off of her, awkwardly settling back onto his forelegs before - with some struggle - twisting himself around with a raised leg to stand back to back to the thoroughly bred wolfess. Excited murmurs rumbled from his throat, whilst his mate continued to dwell in her sudden existential awareness...\n\nAt least until he heard them. Howls off in the distance, announcing the rest of a lupine pack. The answering, weak howl from his mate informed him that she must have been one of them. The feral youth growled in retort to the perceived betrayal from his mate alerting her siblings to her position, but... Then his shaft throbbed with excitement within her sex as the wind brought their scent to his nose - the aroma of unsatisfied, maddening fertility, each begging for his answer, and a good number of them.\n\n[q][i]Effect Activated: A Chosen's Duty\nEffect Activated: A Chosen's Duty\nEffect Activated: A Chosen's Duty\nEffect Activated: A Chosen's Duty\nEffect Activated: A Chosen's Duty[/i][/q]\n\nOne by one, the wolves snuck forth from the shadows cast by the treeline and into the full moon light. Each one was warry, a low snarl in their lips at the strange creature that had invaded their territory, their eyes glancing towards their dominant sibling standing behind the glinting-blue-eyed fox between them and her. But, one by one, the transformed boy's own scent carried back to them, joined by the mixture of their sister's arousal, thickening the glaze of constant, non-stop arousal within their eyes by the second.\n\nThe largest of the assembled pack, what would have no doubt been the wolfess' companion as the group's mate if not for the curse burning between his hind legs, was the boldest, fighting off the all-consuming need the longest as it took the fox's mating with its `partner' as a challenge.\n\nBut even the other `alpha' of the group's confidence was eventually shattered. Striding closer to try and chase off the fox while he was vulnerable, the dire kit snarled back and stepped away from his new wife - dragging his knot from her stuffed spade with a lurid squelch and whining whimper from the newly sapient beast. Before, with a sleight plop, the girthy red spire spilled free in a small trickle of overly productive cream, swaying with the monstrous fox's steps, glistening in the bright light of the moon with its therianthropy-afflicted seed. A deluge of the male's pheromones assaulted the wolves, making even the dominant `cuntmale' recoil briefly as his conflicted instincts writhed within his animalistic mind.\n\nFortunately, the fox carried the answer to both the lupine's confusion, and the source of his constant discomfort. A low, rumbling growl rolled forth from the fox's throat as he strode forward, his tail swishing behind him with eager anticipation, whilst his cock bobbing between his legs left a trail of masculine ambrosia dripping between him and his mate. She moved to complain, barking in exhaustion to try and warn off the competition to her stud, but she was in no state to stop the Chosen vulpine from taking what his instincts demanded - besides, when she settled into her new thoughts, she'd realize it was the only morale thing to do, or risk condemning her siblings to the constant, demanding ache of a heat that could never be satisfied without the deed he was about to perform~\n\nThe cuntwolf made one final effort of trying to offer some sort of resistance to being knocked down the familial ladder of dominance, a half-formed growl and snap of his jaws just shy of the dire fox's face. But, when Rennard refused to back down, and in fact gave a much more confident snarl and snap forward himself, the next of his bitches inevitably acquiesced - submitting with a differential flick of his ears back, his tail skulking against his hind leg, and most important of all, the lowering of his head, before finally turning about on the spot to present his needy sex - puffy, swollen, and dripping with arousal that surpassed even his former partner's that had the luxury of being smothered days before.\n\nThe werefox licked his lips, his glazed, frenzied eyes lingering on begging sex being freely offered to him, before treating the recently awakened wolf behind him to the sight of what had just happened to her. His forelegs tucked around the cuntwolf's hips, mounting him with a touch more familiarity with the position required, his hind legs bracing at just the right distance to line his monster of a masculinity up towards the needy spade. It only took a few jutting ruts - teasing his trickling point against those soft, velvety folds - before his hips rammed forward, shattering the formerly dominant wolf's stoicism with a howl of blissful pleasure.\n\nThe kit's forelegs tucked close, his snout draped against his latest lover's neck to allow every pant of his own pleasure to brush the beast's ears, while his hips bucked forward again, and again, driving inches of his firm red desire into the fertile depths quivering around their first cock. His tail swished high behind him, making no attempt to hide what he was doing as he plunged forward, chasing his own pleasure with a self-satisfied, feral rumble. He might not have had the same intimate possessiveness that drove him forward like with his first mate, but the lascivious instincts and primal pride of sowing life was more than enough to drive each and every thrust of his hips forward.\n\nIt was more than enough for his feral lover, too, as the cuntwolf's pants and whimpers of pleasure attested~ His fertile spade shivered around every plunging thrust of his cock, answering the steady trickle of productive pre glazing his tunnel with a deluge of feminine excitement pouring over his railing rod. Whatever shame the beast could feel clear as it bashfully glanced away from the rest of the needy pack stepping in close to imbibe the scent of virility carried thickly in the night air, even as it rejoiced in his need finally being scratched one plunging thrust of vulpine cock at a time.\n\nOf course, as they drew closer, so too did the wafting aromas of their heat - carried high aloft the midnight breeze with every eager sway of their tails. The kit's glazed blue eyes stared at the assembled pack, now jostling and fighting with each other to try and establish the pecking order. One in particular grew particularly bold, stepping closer in an attempt to chase off the rut-addled werefox's current lover in order to get that prick all to themselves, before being fought off with a quick snap of the cuntwolf's jaws and a defiant growl of resurgent pride... Before the next slam against the beast's cervix and clap of knot against his spade sent the demeanor tumbling back into that of a bitch in heat.\n\nWith a flick of his tongue across his lips in animalistic pride, the dire feral's hips delivered one last blow against the edifice of the crumbling dominance - driving his flaring knot past the fertility-cursed wolf's lips and tying them together with a grind of his hips against the other beast's rump~ His shaft wedged itself against the lupine's womb, letting the trickling fountain glaze the beast's fertility with his arousal, before a clench of his balls sent a hefty rope of vulpine spunk splattering into the depths of the animal's fertility. The creature whined and panted in bliss as, his tail twitching against the dominant feral's hind leg as the unyielding desire of his heat was at last quenched by each productive, divinely-blessed spurt of seed.\n\n[q][i]Experience Acquired!\nExperience Acquired!\n\nWolf (C) has been afflicted by your Therianthropy!\n\nAnimal Familiarity Level Up! 2 -> 3[/i][/q]\n\nMuch like with the first wolf, the flood of his seed into this one sent a spasm of euphoric shivers rippling through the lupine's boddy, as well as sparked the first glint of sapiency within the beast's eye. Of course, the latter was barely a consideration for the vulpine lad, barely a flicker in the flame of feral pride which swelled within his chest as he added another litter of pups to his ever expanding list of progeny - although the growing bashfulness of the feral altered male's expression as he better understood his position now that the pack had a proper male certainly helped flare it higher.\n\nHis primal temperament made him only too happy to reinforce the nascent feelings forming in the cuntwolf's expanding mind, grinding his hips forward to jostle his knotted prick within the other beast's depths! Yet, at the same time, he leaned forward, tucking against the wolf's chest to pull him in close against his own chest, whilst his snout leaned forward to dote upon his newest mate with a tender flick of his tongue across the beast's face and ears.\n\nHe was quite the strong wolf, the largest of the eager pack jostling around the pair of them in a fertility-induced frenzy, ensuring that the pups that would be soon growing within his belly would be strong, capable offspring. It only made sense, then, that he should likewise belong to the feral fox just as thoroughly as his former `partner' and the mate he left back at the start of the night~\n\nThe werefox was interrupted from his thought, or rather, impulse, by the touch of a nose against his spunk-matted balls, prompting a reflexive twist and growl at the intruding wolf's impatience - only to see that it belonged to the lead female he had finished breeding, having barged her way past the other four wolves prowling about for their turn at having their heats satisfied.\n\nHe didn't need to guess what her intentions were after recovering enough to get back on her feet, a low, demanding snarl rumbling from her throat as she gripped his scruff by her fangs, trying to pull him off of her pack-sibling to hog him to herself again. Much to the chagrin of the other wolves, whining and delivering their own playful bites to the lead lass, the scent of their need still wafting their aching spades to drive the frenzied boy mad with lust in combination with the pernicious, Arousal-swelling status their fertility prompted within him.\n\nWell... There was no harm in playing with her again, and again, and again... A competition between them to see whose stamina would last longer, with breaks in between to satisfy and bless the rest of her kin's needs~ It might work up an appetite, but then, they could just go out and hunt together to satisfy that too, however his frenzied instincts desired~\n\n[q][i]* * *[/i][/q]\n\nRennard groaned as he roused from his slumber. His ears flicked, but his eyes refused to budge open, instead choosing to nestle deeper into the warm, furry pillow he was slumbering against. Had he slept at all? It certainly didn't feel like it. His temples pounded with a tiredness induced headache that made it hard for him to slip back to sleep, whilst his prick throbbed with a tiredness he hadn't felt since being milked dry by the slimes days ago. Even his stomach felt off, but for a completely different reason as his paunch belly felt like he was fresh from a thanksgiving feast.\n\nJust what had happened last night..? His tired, slowly waking mind tried to remember through a haze of lurid memories inseparable from dreams. He was having trouble sleeping... was he in a rut again..? His sister... They had stepped away from camp for some alone time... He remembered how desperate he was, how much he wanted to breed her... How good it felt to let his primal desires run wild...\n\nHis slumbering shaft throbbed with the memories crossing his mind, causing the boy to whimper in discomfort as his exhausted flesh protested the twitch.\n\n``Shsssh. There there, my little husband~'' A calm, comforting and feminine voice murmured nearby him, before wrapping her powerful arms around the tired lad, turning him about to cuddle in against her chest.\n\n``Mmm... That feels nice.'' Rennard murmured, pressing into the warm fur, his snout cradling in between the mysterious woman's well developed, inviting breasts.\n\n``Wait...'' The boy's mind began to buzz as his neurons started to fire one by one, his tired eyes creeping open to peek up at the wolf woman whose bosom he was nestled into. She looked to be a relatively young, albeit shapely woman, mid to late teens if the kit had to guess, with amber eyes that somehow seemed both incredibly wild yet soft and kind while they met his glance. Funny, she did seem somewhat familiar... Was she related to the werewolf that had pounced him that night, or did all werewolves look so... bountiful because of their blessings? ``Ah... Who are you..? Where am I..?''\n\nThe naked lass laughed in response to his questions, causing the exhausted boy's cheeks and ears to burn with embarrassment, especially as his glance flicked down to notice that the pair of them were stark naked... As well as the fact that the woman's abdomen sported the distinctive brand that his seed always left on those that were blessed with his children.\n\n``Mmm. What sort of question is that to your wife~?'' The teen giggled, her overpoweringly strong arms pressing in against the boy's back to smother the meek child against her breasts!\n\n``Mmmph!?'' [i]Wife?[/i] But he's only taken Kimi as a member of his Harem, hadn't he? A looming sense of dread began to creep up along the back of his spine. He focused on the woman past the curve of her chest, trying to focus on her stats as Sawyer had taught him.\n\n[q][i]??? - Level 8 Werewolf[/i][/q]\n\nWait... Werewolf!? He couldn't really be married to a werewolf, could he? A glance towards his own menu confirmed it, looking into the harem saw that she was now his second wife. He gulped, peeking his snout up through her cleavage to continue speaking. ``I... I guess you are. But... how? Why don't you have any name, and... Are- are you related to the werewolf that, uh... Made me grow up down there..?''\n\nThere was another giggle by the maternally blessed lupine, silencing his barrage of questions with another squeeze of his head into the marshmallow hell of her chest. ``How..? My, my, how timid you are when you're not on four legs letting your dick do all the thinking for you, my little husband~ [i]You're[/i] the one that tracked [i]me[/i] down, made me submit, and blessed me with even more of your litters and the gift of intelligence with the gift carried by your seed~ As for my name... Well, I guess we've not decided upon one. I was only a normal wolf just yesterday, after all... My, to think that the little boy who finally slaked my heat would return to pay me back so thoroughly~''\n\nWait... Wait wait wait. [i]HE[/i] made [i]HER[/i] a werewolf!? But... He thought he hadn't drunk enough of the werewolf's milk to be infected!? Well, a deeper glance towards his character sheet showed that he indeed carried that `gift' now, a clue that started to help him put together what must have happened last night. He must have turned while fucking Kimi, and from there...\n\n``Hold on a sec.'' He peeked out again, pressing weakly against the wolfess' chest to catch a breath.\n\n``I returned to you..? Does that mean... You were the wolf that... By the stream...'' Every word he spoke made his cheeks burn more vividly, recalling that moment when he first arrived to this world, and the beast that had first taught him the pleasure and pride that came with being made a dad.\n\n``Mmm. You were so adorable~ It's a good thing the scent of your budding masculinity caught my nostrils, otherwise I might have gobbled you all up~ But, it looks like that won't be a problem anymore... You've grown so much in just the last few days~''\n\nThe boy whined, twisting in the woman's grasp to try and hide from her teasing words, going so far even to twist back around to try and put his back against her - as if staring away from her would hide the deeds that they had gotten up to. Unfortunately, looking away didn't help matters much. All it did manage to do was let him realize that they weren't alone, deepening his embarrassment as about half-a-dozen other wolves were watching with rapt attention towards the pair of them. Some, it seemed, were still feral... Or at least in feral forms, whilst a couple were anthros just like the pair of them; one a female just as busty as the lass against his back, and another a cuntboy. Both of which, as well as the ferals if he had to guess, sported the Brand of Maternal Protection upon their abdomens.\n\n...Well, it's no wonder he woke up so utterly exhausted - both physically, and sexually.\n\n``Alpha...'' The male rumbled, his words far more coarse and uncertain than the woman he was cradling against, giving the young lad a nod of acknowledgement, before turning his attention towards the boy's first lover. ``Sister.''\n\n``I... I made your entire pack werewolves too, didn't I?'' He guessed with a squeak. Not to mention likely bred them, and with how virile he was... Just how many little wolves did he add to this forest!? All of that effort he had made to try and encourage the herbivore population to boom before the carnivores had just gone right out the window. Chloe was going to be so mad at him...\n\n``Please forgive the others, they aren't as familiar with your words as me.''\n\n``Actually... How are you able to speak at all? You said you were just a normal wolf yesterday...'' He inquired, eager to take his attention off of anything besides the punishment awaiting him.\n\n``Well, that's an easy one... We ground a lot of... [i]familiarity[/i] last night~'' The woman answered, making it clear just `how' she had gained that familiarity with a fond, teasing brush of her fingers over his sore, slumbering loins.\n\n``Oh... I guess I'm not the only one that gets Familiarity doing... That... Huh.'' Just how much did they fuck last night to get her so fluent, though..?\n\n``Of course not~'' She answered back with a giggle.\n\n``Also... He called me Alpha..?'' The boy piped up again, the hint of a smile on his lips as he thought on it.\n\n``Well... You weren't in a state to tell us your name last night, and we don't have names of our own~ But... The title fits, yes. It's not quite proper for the male to breed the [i]entire[/i] pack, but... I suppose this was a special case. Without it, the heats of my brothers and sisters wouldn't have been answered, and they would not carry the blessing of intelligence that came with becoming werewolves.''\n\nThe cuntwolf that had spoken retorted with a chuff at the woman's explanation, turning her attention away from the pair and towards the woods again.\n\n``Oh, don't mind him. He was the largest of the cuntpups of our litter, and likely would have considered himself my mate if he was [i]equipped[/i] for the task.'' She answered with a giggle. ``After you bred us all, it was only natural his role in the family got supplanted by you. Truth be told, though, you were hardly an effective leader when it came to hunting, but being on all fours seems as new to you as us being on two, so perhaps you'll get it with time~''\n\n``W- well...'' The fox murmured, not certain how to answer that. Was she angling for him to stay there, with them..? But he had to go do other things as well, the entire world was depending on him as the Chosen, after all... But could he really abandon all the pups he had just sired..?\n\nHe groaned. It was the kobold tribe all over again. ``You said you don't have a name yet... Does that mean you were waiting on me to pick one?''\n\n``Something like that. We wolves aren't exactly the most adept at your speech, so who better to suggest a name than the one who had blessed us with this higher state of being?''\n\nHe supposed that made enough sense, but coming up with a name? He supposed he'd need to get good at that, considering the amount of children he was going to be siring was only going to grow from here. Most, he imagined, would be named by their mother's, but certainly a good enough percentage of which would want the father to suggest some names too.\n\n``How about...'' He thought for a second, glancing over the first mother he had made in this world as an idea came to mind. ``How about... Lycandra?''\n\n``Lycandra... I love it~'' she murmured back. ``And what about our pups~? The dozen plus of them are going to need names as well - ''\n\n``RENNARD JAMES CARTER. WHEN I GET MY PAWS ON YOU YOUNG MAN!''\n\n...Looks like Chloe wasn't the only one that was mad at him. The dread looming in the back of his mind blossomed into outright panic as he heard his sister's voice in a tone she only reserved when he wasn't just in trouble, but in so much trouble that he was going to be losing his weekend grounded in his room, with a side of a stern talking to from either their father or mother. Except, without them here, there was no one to ameliorate the furry rolling through the older vixen's mind.\n\n``Oh no...'' He meeped, hiding his blood-stained cheeks behind his hands, his ears flicking behind his scalp, whilst his tail tucked between his legs.\n\nMost of the other wolves took a step back as well, some hesitant, others fearful, making way for the feral vixen trotting closer practically [i]radiating[/i] with anger. Her fox magic ran wild, causing her body to simmer with an aura of seething blue flame as she approached. It was only when his new wife made a show of wrapping herself around the object of her anger as if to hide him against her body that Kimi paused, her amber eyes focusing on hers. ``You.''\n\n``Why, if it isn't the fox that was stuck at those old stones~ Looks like you've finally abandoned that den of yours~? Well, that saves me time, I was going to introduce you to my new husband - ''\n\n``You mean [i]my[/i] husband, [i]and[/i] brother.'' She snarled, before her furious attention returned to the boy hiding away in her chest.\n\n``And [i]you.[/i] Do you have any idea how worried Sawyer and I were about you after you ran off!? Now, after spending [i]all night[/i] tracking you down, I find that you've fucked an entire pack of bitches and even made [i]one of them a wife! After promising me you'd get my permission first![/i]''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Rennard meeped. ``I... Didn't have any control of myself! I only woke up a couple of minutes ago!''\n\n``Now, now. That's no excuse to be so rude to [i]our[/i] husband~'' Lycandra giggled, doling out a comforting smooch to the top of the whining kit's head. ``I'd say the responsibility for not keeping a wild boy out of trouble falls to you and whoever this Sawyer is for not keeping him from escaping~''\n\n``Or...'' The wolfess added with a smirk, and a possessive squeeze to the young boy's body. ``For not satisfying him enough that he didn't need to go running back to his first mate for relief~''\n\n``...Lyca, I don't think that's going to help - ''\n\n``You. [i]BITCH.[/i]''\n\nKimi bolted forward in an instant, bringing with her a surging wave of blue flames towards the object(s) of her ire! Not that Lycandra seemed to mind, laughing heartily as she shoved the small boy out of the way, her body rippling and shifting as she returned to four legs to `dance' with the vulpine assailant!\n\n``W- Wait, stop!'' Rennard tried to shout towards the two women after being caught by the cuntwolf from earlier.\n\n``Let them fight,'' the teen wolf replied with a sigh, resting a hand on the kit's scalp as they watched the competition play on. Lyca dodged away from the waves of Fox Fire, taking advantage of her greater strength and similar nimbleness to escape the vixen's flames before diving forward for a counter attack - which inevitably either got jumped past by Kimi or fought off with a warning gout of flame.\n\n``Need to compete to be dominant wife. Best to let them until one wins, or they get tired.''\n\n``But,'' Rennard tried to interject, as another pillar of flame narrowly missed Lyca.\n\n``It?s that, or they both growl at you,'' the lupine replied with a knowing nod.\n\nRennard glanced towards the two bickering women, watching as another lance of flames scorched the grass in its wake, before Kimi narrowly avoided another biting chomp from Lycandra.\n\n``He's my husband, you filthy mutt!''\n\n``You might have married him first, but it was I who was his first~'' Lyca giggled tauntingly while hopping away from another gout of flames. \n\n``And that would be... bad right now?'' Rennard murmured to the wolf he was nestled in against, his gaze swiveling back and forth between the two bickering females, whilst his ears twitched with every novel insult that Kimi launched at her domestic opponent.\n\n``Very, very bad.'' The cuntwolf confirmed with a sagacious nod. ``Easier to resolve when both tired.''", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\n\t\t\t\t\t
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Str \t2 (32)\t\tAgi\t16 (18)\tSpr\t11 (5)
End\t12 (16)\tInt\t12 (6)*\tCha\t19 (9)

Cock Size:\t8.7 (10.4)\t\t\tVirility: \t24 (57)
Ball Size:\t2.12 (2.54)\t\t\tI. Chance:\t295% (315%)

Miracles: Guidance 6/6, Purify Water 2/2
Spells: Foxfire Lvl 1, Image Lvl 1, Noise Lvl 1

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Conditions: Rut, Feral Direfox Form, Animal Mentality

Boons: Anoint, Beast Speech, Sanctify Marriage,
Skills: Analyze Lvl 1, Scent Lvl 1 (2), Hearing Lvl 1 (2), Night Eyes Lvl 1 (2), Sneak Lvl 1, Dragon Familiarity Lvl 1 (Kobold LvL 2), Animal Familiarity Lvl 2, Enduring Lover Lvl 3, Knife Proficiency Lvl 1, Sword Proficiency Lvl 1
Benefits: Child (Adolescent), Born Stud, Brood Father, Hyper Virility, Womb Mark, Hung, Strong of Seed, Fox Magic, Therianthrope (???)
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Harem 1/3

Kimi - Level 10 (9) Divine Beast Fox
HP\t42/42\t\tSta\t14/14\t\tMan\t26/26\t\tAro\t2/20
Str\t10 (10)\tAgi\t24 (23)\tSpr\t21 (20)
End\t15 (14)\tInt\t32 (30)\tCha\t20 (19)

Spells: Foxfire Lvl 3, Image Lvl 2, Noise Lvl 2, Recovery Lvl 1

Conditions: Blessing of Maternal Protection, Pregnant x3

Skills: Analyze Lvl 3, Scent Lvl 3, Hearing Lvl 2, Night Eyes Lvl 2, Bite Lvl 2, Claws Lvl 1, Tracking Lvl 2, Sneak Lvl 2, Digging Lvl 1, Running Lvl 1, Foraging Lvl 1, Intuit Magic Lvl 2, Illusion Adept Lvl 1, Familiarities (Various).
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The feral boy ran, undeterred by his arousal bobbing beneath him as he streaked through the woods. Not because he was fleeing from the cream-furred bunny that had given chase early on - although the anthro's hasty steps trying to stay up to his faster gait certainly gave him extra incentive until the man's steps drew too far for him to hear anymore - but rather because what he sought was out here, away from the fire which scared away the lesser willed beasts... Mates for him to breed...

How long had the animalistic minded boy been running for..? Time was an elusory concept in the bestial lad's head, a vague notion that only the surface level of his brain could grasp, yet held little power over the overpowering well of desire which surged from the ten-year-old's tainted loins. Nor did his body seem to be overly tired, his chest and legs well suited for such a marathon trot whilst his keen eyes peered easily through the darkness with the full-light of his celestial patron's help. The act was enjoyable in itself, of sprinting through the woods unrestrained and unconcerned, barring himself to the glories of the forest that was to be his domain, whilst the darkly possessive thoughts the boy had courted before now run amok.

But, as the youth's sprint slowed to an idle trot, before finally coming to a rest to let his tongue-lolling pants roll freely from his lips, he turned his attention towards the desires that had brought him out into the lands he was to make his... The instincts which welled within him for satisfaction now that his overbearing, conscience-minded will had been submerged beneath the unstoppable tide of supernaturally fueled lusts! The kit's nose turned to the air, sniffing for the first of his mates he would satisfy such desires with tonight, when his nose turned towards an unexpected aroma...

It was familiar... Somewhere in the depths of the boy's mind the name of the beast stirred, but all that concerned the feral dire fox was the overpowering scent of estrus which made it so easy to pick out amongst the various scents of the woods. The creature was close at hand, too, no doubt disturbed from its nocturnal slumber by the beast's nocturnal alacrity. But it seemed unsuited for traveling at night, or at least, unwilling to venture far from the monster that had spooked it, considering how close the scent still lingered.

The werefox nestled close to the ground, then, not wishing to spook his target further, instincts nudged him to feel the direction of the wind and ensure he approached upwind from the animal... Keeping the target in his nostril's sights, whilst at the same time keeping it blissfully unaware of his presence. Until, after a few moments, his blue eyes - reflecting the light of the moon in the darkness of the woods - caught sight of his quarry at last, to his immediate disappointment.

It was one of the small, fuzzy, herbivorous beasts with long ears and swift dashes. A silent scowl crossed the bestial-minded therianthrope's face, he fancied such targets still, yes... But such animals were ill suited to handle his desires in his current form, and his instinct-dominated mind did not know such a thing as restraint. It was just as the boy was about to turn aside and try his luck at discovering a second target that another impulse pushed its way through the dominant-grip his loins held on his cursed being...

Hunger.

His stomach rumbled with the appetite he had developed after his long sprint, making the feral boy's eyes pause on the skittish beast in front of him. Novel instincts welled in his mind, twisting with a half-recalled memory of how soft and tender that type of animal's meat was from many days ago. What little kernel of the boy's conscience recoiled at the thought, but such high minded ideals were little more than a nagging impulse in the back of the kit's mind when compared to the carnal demand for sustenance that welled from his gut. His lips salivated, drool dripping down his fangs as they parted in anticipation for the morsel in front of him, frozen on the spot for but a few seconds as the ravenous dire fox wrestled with that boyish mentality and his own contemplation on how to hunt his meal.

It was all the time the rabbit needed to finally catch sight of the beast staring at it from the darkness of the woods, a single moment in time as the bunny's gaze sharpened on the blue eyes focused upon it, before the small animal darted away as fast as it could! The werefox sprung into action, any `thoughts' pushed aside as the sight of fleeing prey compelled yet more instincts to the surface! The boy leapt through the air, forepaws and fangs outstretched to try and catch the rabbit, but the small creature was too far away, and the lad too inexperienced in this form to catch it on the first strike, his feral body crashing just shy of the lapine which squeaked in terror and lopped away at full sprint.

But the monstrous fox wasn't deterred. He quickly rolled onto all four feet and darted after the small animal, his longer gait proving more than capable of catching up to the small rabbit - charging through whatever underbrush that his quarry tried to use to slow down the fox's pursuit. Until, at last the vulpine lad was upon it, a panting, snarled breath tickling against the nape of the beast's neck, before finally the lad's fangs grasped a hold of the struggling animal's neck and wrenched it up from the ground - leaving its legs helplessly thrashing against the air as it struggled for its life.

The boy's fangs found firm purchase upon the tender beast his muzzle... His fangs tore through the creature's soft skin, drawing wells of iron-tasting ichor that licked across the feral lad's lips and tongue. His blue eyes gleamed as he stared down at the helpless beast in his maw, heard the protests and squeaks of terror which wrung forth from an animal that had lost the competition of life... The nagging morals of a civilized boy who had been so far removed from the stark truth of reality tried one last, desperate ploy to assert themselves and get the beast he had become from following through..!

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To little avail, as the fox's hunger and instincts compelled him onwards. His jaws clamped shut, fangs cleaved through soft, supple rabbit meat until those ivories found purchase upon the animal's weak neck. Before, finally, the monstrous kit delivered the only mercy his animalistic mind could give to his prey - a quick death as the animal's spine broke with a tangible, satisfying snap against his fangs, and the small, fuzzy critter hung limp from his jaws.

Almost immediately, a pang of guilt washed through the beast's mind, but hunger and instinct soon washed away the foreign emotion as the feral beast dropped his meal to the ground. His snout turned his prey over, exposing the critters soft underbelly to his jaws. A curious sniff, and the boy's fangs tore into his meal anew, digging into the limp beast's belly with what little guidance his instincts offered. His fangs gripped the rabbit's slippery wet flesh, tore chunks its still warm corpse to awkwardly chew in his omnivorous maw, before letting the succulent meat slip down into his belly. Again, and again, and again, digging his snout further and further into his meal, staining his whiskers in the animal's torpid blood as he satisfied his primeval hunger.

``Well don't you look fetching~? The Little Prince is starting to look like a real ruler of the woods, now~''

A familiar `voice' bubbled forth into his mind, drawing the boy's attention away from his meal and towards what he thought was the source of the strange conversation - giving his meal one last chomping chew for the road before leaving lt to whatever scavengers would come along. It didn't take long for him to find the strange tree that had escaped his notice until now... Along with the dryad which sat nestled amongst its roots. The tree's flowers had started the first stages of ripening into fruit, reflected in the fae creature's belly that was noticeably swollen with the brand of maternity his seed had left on its womb only a few days ago.

The beast's lips drew back into a growling snarl, shoulders lowered to take as aggressive a stance as he could, whilst his tail flicked threateningly behind him. His nose recognized the scent, feral mind aware that it was another one of his mate's in a way, yet still something in him sensed danger from the woodland nymph. Although such concerns were assuaged when the lovely, species-androgynous creature knelt down to place a tender kiss upon his nose.

``Oh... Don't you worry, my lovely little Prince~ I have no intentions to harm or interfere with what is transpiring... You are the Goddess' favorite pet, after all, all we can do is offer a helping hand for you to find your footing...'' She purred into the beast's ears, giving his bloody muzzle a tender stroke before her delicate fingers combed fondly against the fox's flank and down to the needy, ten-inch beast cock pulsing underneath the boy's belly.

``How I wish I could offer for you to satisfy this with me... But your seed was more than enough to satisfy the flowers of my domain during our last encounter~ How lucky I was visiting my sister's grove at the time~'' The fae creature giggled, giving a firm grip upon the fox's knot to draw a needy growl from the monstrous lad's throat, as well as a possessive lick across her leaf-soft fur and skin.

``So how about a hint~?'' The tree spirit giggled, before whispering sweetly into the beast's ear.

``Your senses are sharper than just those adorable nose and ears of yours~ The goddess' blessings extend to all creatures of the world, not just man. So why don't you try inquiring about where you can find the strongest mates nearby~? After all, you want powerful partners to bury this thing into, don't you~? To feel them surrender to you... To know that the sons you'll give them will be just as potent as their royal father~?'' The dryad continued, murmuring as every enticing syllable was paired with an extraordinarily skillful squeeze from her supple fingers, rousing thick strings of masculine fecundity to pour forth and onto the soil between the feral fox's feet. ``Wouldn't that be nice... Giving our groves and forests strong, powerful princes to protect all your wives and mates even while you're away~?''

Ren's sultry growls grew more enticed the longer the fey spoke, and her fingers worked. His mindless, libido-fueled mind pushed forward into each inviting word even as his mind struggled to understand them, his hips bucking forward to sink his slick, pre-glazed meat across her palm with an ever greater vigor. But, despite his failure to hold onto the strange, yet oh so familiar words, enough of their meaning seemed to sink into his regressed mind. Seek strong mates... Breed strong heirs... Faint memories of a dream where he got to do just that with the strongest of his mates yet fueled the desire to do it now.

Inquire... Mates... Strong...

The feral boy's eyes blinked as that moment's of hesitation caused a line of light to extend from his position, snaking off through the trees and away from the sylvan lass slowly swelling his Arousal higher.

``There you go... Just follow that light, and do the same thing to refresh it when you need to... It shouldn't be too far away with those legs of yours... At least until you can follow their scent instead~'' Once again, the dryad murmured sweetly into his ears, although this time her tender hand retreated as well, leaving behind sticky strands of vulpine spunk momentarily bridging them to his dick.

The feral vulpine hesitated for a moment. Lust glazed, blue eyes stared at the androgynous dryad and the swollen belly filled with whatever came from the mixture of divinely blessed seed and plant spirit - contemplating if he should still take the edge off of the desire she had built by burying his red hot need into those familiar, flower-soft lips. But, the luminescent trail from the Miracle he had instinctively activated ultimately won out in the end, luring him away from his sylvan lover, but not before he gave ran his tongue across the woman's cheek in a long, drawn out, feral kiss that ultimately ended up as a more proper one when the pregnant dryad wrapped her lips around his tongue.

``There's a good Prince... Go on, now... There's only so many hours in a night, and it'll be a long night indeed for you~''

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The wild `prince' had been moving for some time, crossing miles much faster than he had ever managed as a boy thanks to the primal curse pumping through his blood and the superior gait four legs had offered him - filling the transformed lad with a sense of animalistic superiority compared to his typical self that was just out of memory. But even his curse-enhanced Endurance was starting to meet its limit, slowing the fox's stride from a galloping march into a slot trot as he approached a stream, his maw hanging open with fatigued pants.

He had followed the mystical directions he had conjured, but that had finally come to an end. No matter how much his lust-consumed mind tried to repeat the `trick' the dryad had shown him, no more trails of light appeared to direct him onwards, leaving the dire fox to hunt his quarry once more with nothing but his instincts.

But, that raised a question in his feral thoughts as he leaned down to lap the cool, crystal clear water from the ground, just what sort of quarry was he chasing~? His rut-swollen prick certainly had one idea, pulsing at the idea of pinning down a mate like the fox near the start of the night, how eagerly his loins yearned to spill into another womb. Meanwhile, his stomach was once again starting to grumble despite the weight of the rabbit he had devoured earlier still sagging his belly.

It would have to be up to chance which of his two insatiable needs was satisfied first~ Not that he would have to wait long for the Goddess' fortune to make its determination, as the growl of a territorial creature defending its domain from the accursed fox roused the drinking beast's blue eyes from the stream bed.

A... wolf? She smelled... familiar. The weight of a memory obscured beneath his regressed state of mind nagged at the back of his thoughts, but couldn't quite push through before the feral boy shook his head free of the confusing sensation, focusing instead of staring down the threat that had appeared. His throat rumbled in a retaliatory growl, his hackles raised to make himself seem as threatening as possible, before stepping away from the stream to circle around the lupine. She returned the gesture, stepping lightly to not provide any openings while trying to chase the rutting stud away.

Although, it was the potent scent of virility wafting from the vulpine's loins which caused the female beast to pause. A stray breeze brought the unique scent of masculinity across the wolf's nostrils, causing her to freeze midstep as the embers of a recently quenched heat briefly flared back to life! It was an opening that the bestial brat seized upon swiftly, pouncing forward with a possessive snarl and landing upon the wolf - triggering a frenzy of snarling, snapping beasts and red and gray fur blurring in a frantic fight. But, that opening, and the distraction of his endowment brushing against her flank, was just enough to let the rutting male get the advantage, locking his jaws around the back of the lupine's neck, and causing her to submit with a soft whine against the points of the dire fox's fangs prickling against her skin.

Fortunately for her, his libido had won the toss for which instinct was strongest. While his scent had disarmed her, the smell of her fertility, and the excitement his aroma wrought within her made his spire pulse with need. His fangs wrenched the wolf-bitch back onto her feet, coaxing her to present for him whilst his dominance-enforcing growl smothered itself against her spine. His body made clear what he demanded with his victory as he stepped over her, his large slab of virility tapping against the she-wolf's inner thigh, smearing its glistening, pre-spurting point against her waiting spade.

The wolf hesitated for a moment behind his demands, but eventually acquiesced, following his direction to stand as her instinctual need directed her. Her tail parted to the side, exposing her feral femininity towards the male vulpine's girth, whilst her neck craned in a teasing effort to slip free from the similar sized beast's jaws and bring her snapping jaws towards his face. To no effect, of course, as the male's lock upon her spine tightened with another growl, holding her in place as he pressed his weight against her back, his forelegs tucking in around her torso, before his hips began to roll forward, awkwardly trying to grind the nearly fully erect fox-hood into her depths with how close their bodies were to one another and only his feral instincts to guide him.

But, with enough grinding, and the jostling of their bodies as the submitting female tested his hold, eventually the transformed boy's ten-inch were-dick was dragged back far enough to line the drooling, living faucet point towards the wolf's entrance~ Without hesitation, his hips drove back forward - headless of the future headache the deed was going to cause him as he single mindedly pursued his pleasure - sinking the thick tapered start past those black lips to the whimpered-pants of the satisfied bitch~

A slow, steady press to ensure his prick was safely nestled within her sex later, and his hips quickly bucked forward, driving himself deeper into the she-wolf's body, sending shivers of primal euphoria surging out from his loins with every quivering squeeze of her love-canal around his shaft. Every brief tense that entrance cave before stretching around his girth a heart-pounding triumph, coaxing the mindless, rutting kit forward, hastening the pounding gait of his hips, until finally his half-swollen knot kissed against the beast's spade.

The lupine's stance faltered, undermined by the novel pleasures which surged within her body from being so utterly bred, quite unlike her previous - and only - experience, as well as the fervent pace the vulpine male railed forward to satisfy his boiling libido! But, despite the momentary slips, the kit's monstrously-enhanced Strength was not quite enough to make the proud bitch collapse, although the challenge brought soft competitive growls from the lupine standing proud to receive her prospective mate's desire. Her tail swished, wagging against the inside of the dire fox's thigh, while her own pants of growing excitement joined his brushing across her neck - joining the thumping notes of his dick plunging again and again into her swollen lips.

It didn't take long at all for his knot to begin clapping against those folds, the feral-kit's mind simmering in Arousal just before his peak, desperately trying to grind his hefty glands into the female's knot pocket to secure a firm, lasting tie with the latest of his mates. His nostrils flared, drinking her scent as his biting snout twisted against the back of her neck and side of her panting, half-snarling lips, enjoying the aroma of their need whilst his hips continued to hammer forward with reckless abandon. The dull claws on his forepaws clutched tight against her midsection, pulling her into each buck, whilst her own dug into the streambed beneath them to keep herself standing against his lurid assault.

Her scent was definitely familiar... The aroma of in-heat she-wolf burning with excitement tickled over the buried part of his consciousness, plucking at neurons that hadn't adjusted to his current state of being, before finally breaking through that lurid fox as his knot was finally teasing itself into her sex.

His first.

The memory boiled within the surface of his simple thoughts, details lost without his civilized mind to parse it, but the main strokes he understood well enough; being pinned to the ground nearby this very stream, her sex enveloping his young foxhood, milking those first few drops of barely virile seed from his prepubescent balls, the mixture of shame and pride that came from the announcement he had been made a father. Excitement and possessiveness roiled within his turbulent mind, his fangs tightening their grasp upon the mother of his pup's neck, pricking the cursed fangs past the beast's skin as he rammed his knot past the slick, needy sex.

Mine.

The thought blossomed within him with unashamed certainty, unrestricted by the qualms of the boy's normal temperament. He reaffirmed it with his snarl against the nape of his mate's neck, forcing the she-wolf's ears to fold against the back of her scalp as a pleased howl echoed from her snout. His shaft lodged itself against the entrance to her womb, barging past to let his shaft fire off his blessed and werecursed seed into the chamber where his pups were just taking root, coaxed on with every kneading flex of her walls around his swollen knot.

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The notification meant nothing to him beyond the distant sense of pride it roused, of secondary importance to the pleasure he felt with every rope of seed he emptied into the bitch's - his bitch's - womb! Each time causing the update to appear, at least for a second, then finally a third time as his divine essence flooded her belly. His hips ground forward, pressing his twitching balls against her sex, drenching the fuzzy spheres in the estrus dripping from the black lips at the height of their coitus.

But... There was something changing about the she-wolf as he held himself flush against her back and his balls emptied within her inundated womb. The squirming struggle for dominance and inevitable submission she gave the entire time had stopped, and not just because of the pleasure quaking through her body as she stood there, taking the fox's virility. Her entire expression softened, a look of confusion spread across her face, her ears craning to every grunting huff against her bitten neck. Whilst, most important of all, the wolf's amber eyes sharpened their gaze, turning to focus her glance directly at the mate on top of her with a look of introspection that no beast should have been able to possess!

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"\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tWolf (F) has been afflicted by your Therianthropy!\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
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The knowledge that his `blessing' had extended to her, and by extension his pup's, made the dire fox's shaft flexed with excitement, as his mate began to nestle into him, seeking comfort against the being that had blessed her with a consciousness that was only just beginning to awaken. His forelegs squeezed her close again, his bite finally releasing the neck he had held onto so firmly until now, just so he could brush his cheeks against her's, and deliver a fond lick of affection across those of his new mate. That primal desire, the sense of possessiveness he held over her, his first mate, welling once more in his chest, aligning just right with his rut-consumed mind to snarl with a gravelly voice unsuited for the syllables forced through his animalistic vocal cords, ``Mine.''

The she-wolf hesitated for a second, her eyes looking away from him to stare at something that had appeared in front of her vision, a notification of her own? Whatever the case, it took a moment for her to ponder its meaning, no doubt still struggling to comprehend her ever expanding thoughts, before an affirmative rumble rolled from her throat in reply and she returned the lick to the vulpine's snout.

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Satisfaction rumbled from the transformed boy's throat as he delivered another lick towards his newest wife, before finally moving with her direction to step off of her, awkwardly settling back onto his forelegs before - with some struggle - twisting himself around with a raised leg to stand back to back to the thoroughly bred wolfess. Excited murmurs rumbled from his throat, whilst his mate continued to dwell in her sudden existential awareness...

At least until he heard them. Howls off in the distance, announcing the rest of a lupine pack. The answering, weak howl from his mate informed him that she must have been one of them. The feral youth growled in retort to the perceived betrayal from his mate alerting her siblings to her position, but... Then his shaft throbbed with excitement within her sex as the wind brought their scent to his nose - the aroma of unsatisfied, maddening fertility, each begging for his answer, and a good number of them.

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One by one, the wolves snuck forth from the shadows cast by the treeline and into the full moon light. Each one was warry, a low snarl in their lips at the strange creature that had invaded their territory, their eyes glancing towards their dominant sibling standing behind the glinting-blue-eyed fox between them and her. But, one by one, the transformed boy's own scent carried back to them, joined by the mixture of their sister's arousal, thickening the glaze of constant, non-stop arousal within their eyes by the second.

The largest of the assembled pack, what would have no doubt been the wolfess' companion as the group's mate if not for the curse burning between his hind legs, was the boldest, fighting off the all-consuming need the longest as it took the fox's mating with its `partner' as a challenge.

But even the other `alpha' of the group's confidence was eventually shattered. Striding closer to try and chase off the fox while he was vulnerable, the dire kit snarled back and stepped away from his new wife - dragging his knot from her stuffed spade with a lurid squelch and whining whimper from the newly sapient beast. Before, with a sleight plop, the girthy red spire spilled free in a small trickle of overly productive cream, swaying with the monstrous fox's steps, glistening in the bright light of the moon with its therianthropy-afflicted seed. A deluge of the male's pheromones assaulted the wolves, making even the dominant `cuntmale' recoil briefly as his conflicted instincts writhed within his animalistic mind.

Fortunately, the fox carried the answer to both the lupine's confusion, and the source of his constant discomfort. A low, rumbling growl rolled forth from the fox's throat as he strode forward, his tail swishing behind him with eager anticipation, whilst his cock bobbing between his legs left a trail of masculine ambrosia dripping between him and his mate. She moved to complain, barking in exhaustion to try and warn off the competition to her stud, but she was in no state to stop the Chosen vulpine from taking what his instincts demanded - besides, when she settled into her new thoughts, she'd realize it was the only morale thing to do, or risk condemning her siblings to the constant, demanding ache of a heat that could never be satisfied without the deed he was about to perform~

The cuntwolf made one final effort of trying to offer some sort of resistance to being knocked down the familial ladder of dominance, a half-formed growl and snap of his jaws just shy of the dire fox's face. But, when Rennard refused to back down, and in fact gave a much more confident snarl and snap forward himself, the next of his bitches inevitably acquiesced - submitting with a differential flick of his ears back, his tail skulking against his hind leg, and most important of all, the lowering of his head, before finally turning about on the spot to present his needy sex - puffy, swollen, and dripping with arousal that surpassed even his former partner's that had the luxury of being smothered days before.

The werefox licked his lips, his glazed, frenzied eyes lingering on begging sex being freely offered to him, before treating the recently awakened wolf behind him to the sight of what had just happened to her. His forelegs tucked around the cuntwolf's hips, mounting him with a touch more familiarity with the position required, his hind legs bracing at just the right distance to line his monster of a masculinity up towards the needy spade. It only took a few jutting ruts - teasing his trickling point against those soft, velvety folds - before his hips rammed forward, shattering the formerly dominant wolf's stoicism with a howl of blissful pleasure.

The kit's forelegs tucked close, his snout draped against his latest lover's neck to allow every pant of his own pleasure to brush the beast's ears, while his hips bucked forward again, and again, driving inches of his firm red desire into the fertile depths quivering around their first cock. His tail swished high behind him, making no attempt to hide what he was doing as he plunged forward, chasing his own pleasure with a self-satisfied, feral rumble. He might not have had the same intimate possessiveness that drove him forward like with his first mate, but the lascivious instincts and primal pride of sowing life was more than enough to drive each and every thrust of his hips forward.

It was more than enough for his feral lover, too, as the cuntwolf's pants and whimpers of pleasure attested~ His fertile spade shivered around every plunging thrust of his cock, answering the steady trickle of productive pre glazing his tunnel with a deluge of feminine excitement pouring over his railing rod. Whatever shame the beast could feel clear as it bashfully glanced away from the rest of the needy pack stepping in close to imbibe the scent of virility carried thickly in the night air, even as it rejoiced in his need finally being scratched one plunging thrust of vulpine cock at a time.

Of course, as they drew closer, so too did the wafting aromas of their heat - carried high aloft the midnight breeze with every eager sway of their tails. The kit's glazed blue eyes stared at the assembled pack, now jostling and fighting with each other to try and establish the pecking order. One in particular grew particularly bold, stepping closer in an attempt to chase off the rut-addled werefox's current lover in order to get that prick all to themselves, before being fought off with a quick snap of the cuntwolf's jaws and a defiant growl of resurgent pride... Before the next slam against the beast's cervix and clap of knot against his spade sent the demeanor tumbling back into that of a bitch in heat.

With a flick of his tongue across his lips in animalistic pride, the dire feral's hips delivered one last blow against the edifice of the crumbling dominance - driving his flaring knot past the fertility-cursed wolf's lips and tying them together with a grind of his hips against the other beast's rump~ His shaft wedged itself against the lupine's womb, letting the trickling fountain glaze the beast's fertility with his arousal, before a clench of his balls sent a hefty rope of vulpine spunk splattering into the depths of the animal's fertility. The creature whined and panted in bliss as, his tail twitching against the dominant feral's hind leg as the unyielding desire of his heat was at last quenched by each productive, divinely-blessed spurt of seed.

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Much like with the first wolf, the flood of his seed into this one sent a spasm of euphoric shivers rippling through the lupine's boddy, as well as sparked the first glint of sapiency within the beast's eye. Of course, the latter was barely a consideration for the vulpine lad, barely a flicker in the flame of feral pride which swelled within his chest as he added another litter of pups to his ever expanding list of progeny - although the growing bashfulness of the feral altered male's expression as he better understood his position now that the pack had a proper male certainly helped flare it higher.

His primal temperament made him only too happy to reinforce the nascent feelings forming in the cuntwolf's expanding mind, grinding his hips forward to jostle his knotted prick within the other beast's depths! Yet, at the same time, he leaned forward, tucking against the wolf's chest to pull him in close against his own chest, whilst his snout leaned forward to dote upon his newest mate with a tender flick of his tongue across the beast's face and ears.

He was quite the strong wolf, the largest of the eager pack jostling around the pair of them in a fertility-induced frenzy, ensuring that the pups that would be soon growing within his belly would be strong, capable offspring. It only made sense, then, that he should likewise belong to the feral fox just as thoroughly as his former `partner' and the mate he left back at the start of the night~

The werefox was interrupted from his thought, or rather, impulse, by the touch of a nose against his spunk-matted balls, prompting a reflexive twist and growl at the intruding wolf's impatience - only to see that it belonged to the lead female he had finished breeding, having barged her way past the other four wolves prowling about for their turn at having their heats satisfied.

He didn't need to guess what her intentions were after recovering enough to get back on her feet, a low, demanding snarl rumbling from her throat as she gripped his scruff by her fangs, trying to pull him off of her pack-sibling to hog him to herself again. Much to the chagrin of the other wolves, whining and delivering their own playful bites to the lead lass, the scent of their need still wafting their aching spades to drive the frenzied boy mad with lust in combination with the pernicious, Arousal-swelling status their fertility prompted within him.

Well... There was no harm in playing with her again, and again, and again... A competition between them to see whose stamina would last longer, with breaks in between to satisfy and bless the rest of her kin's needs~ It might work up an appetite, but then, they could just go out and hunt together to satisfy that too, however his frenzied instincts desired~

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Rennard groaned as he roused from his slumber. His ears flicked, but his eyes refused to budge open, instead choosing to nestle deeper into the warm, furry pillow he was slumbering against. Had he slept at all? It certainly didn't feel like it. His temples pounded with a tiredness induced headache that made it hard for him to slip back to sleep, whilst his prick throbbed with a tiredness he hadn't felt since being milked dry by the slimes days ago. Even his stomach felt off, but for a completely different reason as his paunch belly felt like he was fresh from a thanksgiving feast.

Just what had happened last night..? His tired, slowly waking mind tried to remember through a haze of lurid memories inseparable from dreams. He was having trouble sleeping... was he in a rut again..? His sister... They had stepped away from camp for some alone time... He remembered how desperate he was, how much he wanted to breed her... How good it felt to let his primal desires run wild...

His slumbering shaft throbbed with the memories crossing his mind, causing the boy to whimper in discomfort as his exhausted flesh protested the twitch.

``Shsssh. There there, my little husband~'' A calm, comforting and feminine voice murmured nearby him, before wrapping her powerful arms around the tired lad, turning him about to cuddle in against her chest.

``Mmm... That feels nice.'' Rennard murmured, pressing into the warm fur, his snout cradling in between the mysterious woman's well developed, inviting breasts.

``Wait...'' The boy's mind began to buzz as his neurons started to fire one by one, his tired eyes creeping open to peek up at the wolf woman whose bosom he was nestled into. She looked to be a relatively young, albeit shapely woman, mid to late teens if the kit had to guess, with amber eyes that somehow seemed both incredibly wild yet soft and kind while they met his glance. Funny, she did seem somewhat familiar... Was she related to the werewolf that had pounced him that night, or did all werewolves look so... bountiful because of their blessings? ``Ah... Who are you..? Where am I..?''

The naked lass laughed in response to his questions, causing the exhausted boy's cheeks and ears to burn with embarrassment, especially as his glance flicked down to notice that the pair of them were stark naked... As well as the fact that the woman's abdomen sported the distinctive brand that his seed always left on those that were blessed with his children.

``Mmm. What sort of question is that to your wife~?'' The teen giggled, her overpoweringly strong arms pressing in against the boy's back to smother the meek child against her breasts!

``Mmmph!?'' Wife? But he's only taken Kimi as a member of his Harem, hadn't he? A looming sense of dread began to creep up along the back of his spine. He focused on the woman past the curve of her chest, trying to focus on her stats as Sawyer had taught him.

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Wait... Werewolf!? He couldn't really be married to a werewolf, could he? A glance towards his own menu confirmed it, looking into the harem saw that she was now his second wife. He gulped, peeking his snout up through her cleavage to continue speaking. ``I... I guess you are. But... how? Why don't you have any name, and... Are- are you related to the werewolf that, uh... Made me grow up down there..?''

There was another giggle by the maternally blessed lupine, silencing his barrage of questions with another squeeze of his head into the marshmallow hell of her chest. ``How..? My, my, how timid you are when you're not on four legs letting your dick do all the thinking for you, my little husband~ You're the one that tracked me down, made me submit, and blessed me with even more of your litters and the gift of intelligence with the gift carried by your seed~ As for my name... Well, I guess we've not decided upon one. I was only a normal wolf just yesterday, after all... My, to think that the little boy who finally slaked my heat would return to pay me back so thoroughly~''

Wait... Wait wait wait. HE made HER a werewolf!? But... He thought he hadn't drunk enough of the werewolf's milk to be infected!? Well, a deeper glance towards his character sheet showed that he indeed carried that `gift' now, a clue that started to help him put together what must have happened last night. He must have turned while fucking Kimi, and from there...

``Hold on a sec.'' He peeked out again, pressing weakly against the wolfess' chest to catch a breath.

``I returned to you..? Does that mean... You were the wolf that... By the stream...'' Every word he spoke made his cheeks burn more vividly, recalling that moment when he first arrived to this world, and the beast that had first taught him the pleasure and pride that came with being made a dad.

``Mmm. You were so adorable~ It's a good thing the scent of your budding masculinity caught my nostrils, otherwise I might have gobbled you all up~ But, it looks like that won't be a problem anymore... You've grown so much in just the last few days~''

The boy whined, twisting in the woman's grasp to try and hide from her teasing words, going so far even to twist back around to try and put his back against her - as if staring away from her would hide the deeds that they had gotten up to. Unfortunately, looking away didn't help matters much. All it did manage to do was let him realize that they weren't alone, deepening his embarrassment as about half-a-dozen other wolves were watching with rapt attention towards the pair of them. Some, it seemed, were still feral... Or at least in feral forms, whilst a couple were anthros just like the pair of them; one a female just as busty as the lass against his back, and another a cuntboy. Both of which, as well as the ferals if he had to guess, sported the Brand of Maternal Protection upon their abdomens.

...Well, it's no wonder he woke up so utterly exhausted - both physically, and sexually.

``Alpha...'' The male rumbled, his words far more coarse and uncertain than the woman he was cradling against, giving the young lad a nod of acknowledgement, before turning his attention towards the boy's first lover. ``Sister.''

``I... I made your entire pack werewolves too, didn't I?'' He guessed with a squeak. Not to mention likely bred them, and with how virile he was... Just how many little wolves did he add to this forest!? All of that effort he had made to try and encourage the herbivore population to boom before the carnivores had just gone right out the window. Chloe was going to be so mad at him...

``Please forgive the others, they aren't as familiar with your words as me.''

``Actually... How are you able to speak at all? You said you were just a normal wolf yesterday...'' He inquired, eager to take his attention off of anything besides the punishment awaiting him.

``Well, that's an easy one... We ground a lot of... familiarity last night~'' The woman answered, making it clear just `how' she had gained that familiarity with a fond, teasing brush of her fingers over his sore, slumbering loins.

``Oh... I guess I'm not the only one that gets Familiarity doing... That... Huh.'' Just how much did they fuck last night to get her so fluent, though..?

``Of course not~'' She answered back with a giggle.

``Also... He called me Alpha..?'' The boy piped up again, the hint of a smile on his lips as he thought on it.

``Well... You weren't in a state to tell us your name last night, and we don't have names of our own~ But... The title fits, yes. It's not quite proper for the male to breed the entire pack, but... I suppose this was a special case. Without it, the heats of my brothers and sisters wouldn't have been answered, and they would not carry the blessing of intelligence that came with becoming werewolves.''

The cuntwolf that had spoken retorted with a chuff at the woman's explanation, turning her attention away from the pair and towards the woods again.

``Oh, don't mind him. He was the largest of the cuntpups of our litter, and likely would have considered himself my mate if he was equipped for the task.'' She answered with a giggle. ``After you bred us all, it was only natural his role in the family got supplanted by you. Truth be told, though, you were hardly an effective leader when it came to hunting, but being on all fours seems as new to you as us being on two, so perhaps you'll get it with time~''

``W- well...'' The fox murmured, not certain how to answer that. Was she angling for him to stay there, with them..? But he had to go do other things as well, the entire world was depending on him as the Chosen, after all... But could he really abandon all the pups he had just sired..?

He groaned. It was the kobold tribe all over again. ``You said you don't have a name yet... Does that mean you were waiting on me to pick one?''

``Something like that. We wolves aren't exactly the most adept at your speech, so who better to suggest a name than the one who had blessed us with this higher state of being?''

He supposed that made enough sense, but coming up with a name? He supposed he'd need to get good at that, considering the amount of children he was going to be siring was only going to grow from here. Most, he imagined, would be named by their mother's, but certainly a good enough percentage of which would want the father to suggest some names too.

``How about...'' He thought for a second, glancing over the first mother he had made in this world as an idea came to mind. ``How about... Lycandra?''

``Lycandra... I love it~'' she murmured back. ``And what about our pups~? The dozen plus of them are going to need names as well - ''

``RENNARD JAMES CARTER. WHEN I GET MY PAWS ON YOU YOUNG MAN!''

...Looks like Chloe wasn't the only one that was mad at him. The dread looming in the back of his mind blossomed into outright panic as he heard his sister's voice in a tone she only reserved when he wasn't just in trouble, but in so much trouble that he was going to be losing his weekend grounded in his room, with a side of a stern talking to from either their father or mother. Except, without them here, there was no one to ameliorate the furry rolling through the older vixen's mind.

``Oh no...'' He meeped, hiding his blood-stained cheeks behind his hands, his ears flicking behind his scalp, whilst his tail tucked between his legs.

Most of the other wolves took a step back as well, some hesitant, others fearful, making way for the feral vixen trotting closer practically radiating with anger. Her fox magic ran wild, causing her body to simmer with an aura of seething blue flame as she approached. It was only when his new wife made a show of wrapping herself around the object of her anger as if to hide him against her body that Kimi paused, her amber eyes focusing on hers. ``You.''

``Why, if it isn't the fox that was stuck at those old stones~ Looks like you've finally abandoned that den of yours~? Well, that saves me time, I was going to introduce you to my new husband - ''

``You mean my husband, and brother.'' She snarled, before her furious attention returned to the boy hiding away in her chest.

``And you. Do you have any idea how worried Sawyer and I were about you after you ran off!? Now, after spending all night tracking you down, I find that you've fucked an entire pack of bitches and even made one of them a wife! After promising me you'd get my permission first!''

``I'm sorry!'' Rennard meeped. ``I... Didn't have any control of myself! I only woke up a couple of minutes ago!''

``Now, now. That's no excuse to be so rude to our husband~'' Lycandra giggled, doling out a comforting smooch to the top of the whining kit's head. ``I'd say the responsibility for not keeping a wild boy out of trouble falls to you and whoever this Sawyer is for not keeping him from escaping~''

``Or...'' The wolfess added with a smirk, and a possessive squeeze to the young boy's body. ``For not satisfying him enough that he didn't need to go running back to his first mate for relief~''

``...Lyca, I don't think that's going to help - ''

``You. BITCH.''

Kimi bolted forward in an instant, bringing with her a surging wave of blue flames towards the object(s) of her ire! Not that Lycandra seemed to mind, laughing heartily as she shoved the small boy out of the way, her body rippling and shifting as she returned to four legs to `dance' with the vulpine assailant!

``W- Wait, stop!'' Rennard tried to shout towards the two women after being caught by the cuntwolf from earlier.

``Let them fight,'' the teen wolf replied with a sigh, resting a hand on the kit's scalp as they watched the competition play on. Lyca dodged away from the waves of Fox Fire, taking advantage of her greater strength and similar nimbleness to escape the vixen's flames before diving forward for a counter attack - which inevitably either got jumped past by Kimi or fought off with a warning gout of flame.

``Need to compete to be dominant wife. Best to let them until one wins, or they get tired.''

``But,'' Rennard tried to interject, as another pillar of flame narrowly missed Lyca.

``It?s that, or they both growl at you,'' the lupine replied with a knowing nod.

Rennard glanced towards the two bickering women, watching as another lance of flames scorched the grass in its wake, before Kimi narrowly avoided another biting chomp from Lycandra.

``He's my husband, you filthy mutt!''

``You might have married him first, but it was I who was his first~'' Lyca giggled tauntingly while hopping away from another gout of flames.

``And that would be... bad right now?'' Rennard murmured to the wolf he was nestled in against, his gaze swiveling back and forth between the two bickering females, whilst his ears twitched with every novel insult that Kimi launched at her domestic opponent.

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