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Maybe even for Humphrey, either. A new day is ripe for a surprise or two...", "writing": "The first thing Humphrey felt when he regained consciousness was his back hitting the ground. His whole body slammed into the forest floor with a loud thud, and the impact knocked him back to his senses in an instant. One second, time was meaningless, and he saw black; the next, everything was back, like an engine or lightbulb turning spontaneously on. \n\nHe couldn’t say he blacked out often. If nothing else, losing consciousness due to the sex just being that good was a new, exciting experience. \n\nHis chest heaved and his heart pounded. He was panting for breath, so fast he felt lightheaded. His brain was starting to reboot, one neuron firing up at a time, and his senses were starting to trickle back along with his basic function. It was like he had been shocked awake. Maybe it was just the state he was in, but he couldn’t remember when it had happened, or what triggered it.\n\nCome to think of it, he couldn’t really remember the last hour all that well either. He recalled bits and pieces -the highlights of his and Mooch’s session- but everything else was surprisingly fuzzy. The last thing they had gotten up to, nearly fifteen minutes of mutual edging from every angle and position he could imagine, stuffing both of Mooch’s holes with wild abandon, was probably the reason for the blackout. He supposed the memories would focus up later, but for now, it remained an ecstatic, pleasure-filled blur. \n\nNot that he minded.\n\nEither way, he knew one thing as clear as day right now: he was exhausted. He didn’t need a fully-functioning brain to know that.\n\nHumphrey was, for the first time in several days, totally wiped out. His legendary stamina had finally seemed to reach its end (for the time being anyway), and the only thing he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep like a rock. Just the idea of even a single touch between his legs was enough to make him flinch.\n\nBut there were things he needed to do, and a nap wasn’t one of them.\n\nIf he was this tired, Mooch couldn’t be doing much better. Just from the way the bigger wolf hit the forest floor next to him like a ton of bricks, gasping for breath and chest heaving as if he’d just run a hundred miles, he knew Mooch was at least twice as wiped out as he was. He really couldn’t blame him; the big Omega never had his stamina. He was surprised he even made it this long.\n\nBut maybe he would have to re-evaluate that. With Mooch’s sudden advancements, anything was possible at this point.\n\n“Hey, buddy.” He spoke up after a while, checking to see if his sandy-blonde friend was still moving. “You alright over there?”\n\nMooch didn’t say anything, but flashed his weak, shaky thumbs-up in response. Humphrey chuckled, even though it hurt his chest.\n\n“Good to hear you’re in such a lively mood. Not tired at all, are ya?”\n\n“N-nope…”\n\nWell, it was something. He knew for a fact Mooch wasn’t telling the truth, but he wouldn’t have been surprised.\n\n“So, that means,” Humphrey strained to speak, but still managed to make his way up to standing. He found his footing shakily, his knees quivered for a second or two as his balance centered itself, just barely stumbling off to the side. “You still have another round in you, right? Think you could go longer?”\n\nMooch tried to do the same, but went limp before he had even begun to pull himself up. He only made it far enough to try to roll over, before flopping back down with another thud.\n\n“All… night…!”\n\n“Sure.” Humphrey’s textbook sarcasm was starting to trickle back, and the urge to tease was starting to come with it. Before he knew it, he had parked himself in front of his tired-out friend, watching his eyes go wide as his face fell into a large, dark, rump-shaped shadow. “You keep telling yourself that. You can’t even stand up, can you?”\n\n“You’re… barely standing…!”\n\nIt was true. Maybe spacing his back legs apart for the sake of the pose had been a bad idea. His knees were buckling, and it took him suddenly digging his claws into the dirt to stop him from folding. \n\nBut he was still in the pose, and that was what mattered. Mooch didn’t seem to care either, and as he threw that rump back with a shockingly-loud clap, the bigger wolf seemed to perk up as well.\n\nHe had the energy to do that, at least.\n\n“Holy…”\n\nMooch’s words were more of a breath than anything else, but Humphey heard them clear as day.\n\n“See?” He smirked tiredly, realizing a lock of mane had fallen into his face, and flicking it out of the way. “I told you. I’ve got stamina for days, pup.”\n\n“Yeah…” Mooch breathed again, a dopey, worshiping grin spreading across his muzzle. “Clearly…”\n\nHis friend’s eyes were so drunk and dulled, his head so vacant. It was his usual look, but it never failed to make Humphrey swell with pride. Well, that and a few other things. Suddenly, the idea of another round was starting to become appealing again.\n\nBut Mooch didn’t look to be in a position for any more action. He at least needed a few more minutes to catch up. So he held off on that, and gave his prized back-end another, lighter bounce, watching Mooch’s eyes yo-yo up and down with it down to the last showy jiggle.\n\n“So, you’re tapped out, huh?”\n\nTo his lack of shock, Mooch nodded. It was a slow, resigned kind of nod, like he was reluctant to say it.\n\n“Yeah…” Mooch sighed, showing that reluctance when he tried to pull himself up, but just went flat again. “Sorry, I think I’m kinda out of steam.”\n\nAfter a few little bumps upward, Humphrey stilled his hips, shaking his head with a resigned chuckle.\n\n“Yeah, not gonna lie, all that fun kinda wore me out too.”\n\n“But it was… y’know, good for you, right?”\n\nWhat was that supposed to mean? Humphrey looked over his shoulder and gave Mooch a questioning glance.\n\n“Whadda ya mean? I called it ‘fun’, didn’t I?”\n\nHumphrey hated it when Mooch did what he did next. He squirmed a little bit, huffing out the mouth and casting a glance off to the side.\n\n‘Do you really think I’m… good enough to take on Garth? I mean, even with you! He’s just so…”\n\nMooch trailed off, but Humphrey could have thought of a hundred adjectives. He could have finished Mooch’s sentence himself: \n\n‘Big’, ‘strong’, ‘hung’, ‘dominant’… \n\n‘Powerful’, ‘sexy’…\n\n‘Hot?’\n\nHumphrey shook that thought out of his head as best he could, but the images of Garth that flashed through his mind burned themselves into his brain. The big Alpha wolf took on so many poses in an instant, some focusing on his cock, some on the other side, some in the sun, some under the moon. But he was smirking in all of them; that damn, fangy smirk he was so proud of. Humphrey was glad he could match him, at the very least.\n\n‘Hot’, ‘studly’. \n\n‘Attractive’.\n\n‘Perfect’… \n\nThe words wouldn’t stop coming.\n\nHe only managed to stop himself when he realized he was starting to drool, and he snapped out of it with a flustered blink. He physically shook his head, but Mooch didn’t seem to notice or care.\n\n“Extra?”\n\nYeah, that was a good word. Something to cut the quiet at any rate, even though it had only been for a second or two.\n\nIt was true, too. They all knew it, Garth most of all. Watching that dominant facade crumble was always the best part.\n\n“Y-yeah, that.” Mooch continued, and Humphrey was back in the moment for good. “It’s just, I’m glad you taught me all this stuff. But he’s a lot, you know?”\n\n“What?” Humphrey shot him a teasing look. “Are you kidding? Didn’t we just talk about this? You’re gonna be fine, buddy! You took his dick just yesterday, didn’t you?”\n\n“Yeah, but that was… different.” Mooch glanced off again. “I wasn’t trying to, like, dominate him or whatever. I was just having fun.”\n\n“Mooch.” Humphrey put up a paw, not putting it down until he was well into his next few sentences. “Remember what you told me? You don’t wanna be a power bottom like Shakey? Then you don’t have to be! Leave the dominance stuff to me and the moose, you’ll do fine. It’s alright, you’re fine the way you are.”\n\n“You, uh… you mean that.”\n\nIt wasn’t really a question. It was more of a statement.\n\n“You mean that. I just have to do what you taught me, and it should be enough? I just pull out the stuff you taught me, about the confidence and stuff? That’s it?”\n\nHumphrey nudged his nose up, and put on his most confident, most reassuring grin.\n\n“Yep, that’s about it! You just be yourself, keep the confidence up, and we’ll break that big bitch! Sure, it's not gonna be permanent or anything, but I just wanna show him that that tough-guy act isn’t going to work forever, not around us. Teach him to loosen up a bit!”\n\nThere was some irony in that, but he didn’t have time to catch it. For the first time in a while, Mooch grinned smugly.\n\n“Says the wolf with a tough-guy act. You really have to loosen up, dude.”\n\n“H-hey!” Humphrey stammered, stepping away and robbing Mooch of his perfect view. The look on his face was like a pup getting his favorite stick taken away; forlorn and yearning, following his backside with his entire head until it disappeared from sight. “Is this because I won’t let you eat my ass just ‘cause you asked?”\n\nMooch managed to roll over this time, smirking up a smug storm and getting comfy. Humphrey had to admit, with his friend on his side like this, propping his head up the way he was, with his lip bit the way it currently was bit… he was kinda cute.\n\n“Maybe. You do still owe me that.”\n\n“I do not.” Humphrey almost spat some, turning fully to face him, and stealing the view away further. “I told you I’d think about it after we deal with Garth. What, did I fuck you so hard I messed with your brain?”\n\nMooch huffed out the nose, still wearing that smug expression. The more Humphrey looked at it, the more he liked it. He just wasn’t sure what to think about the sudden change of attitude.\n\n“Maybe you did. Maybe I forgot.” Mooch’s eyes lidded a bit, smoldering golden against his sandy fur as a streak of sunset broke through the trees above. “What are you gonna do about it?”\n\nHumphrey just waved a paw and started for the exit, swishing his tail moderately as he went. He passed Mooch, and flinched as he did, expecting a rump-slap that never came.\n\n“I’m gonna go get some dinner, that’s what. I’m starving.” The forest floor rustled and Mooch slowly and heavily made his way up to standing, his legs shaking and threatening to collapse on him until he steadied his balance. “I bet you could eat a whole caribou, huh? Keep up, or it’ll all be gone by the time we get there.”\n\n“Right behind ya, Humph…!”\n\nMooch struggled out those few words before heavily trotting after him, hanging slightly behind for a reason Humphrey could have easily guessed. “You’re right, we gotta hurry! Or it’ll be like that one time, when we had to go hunt squirrels till the moon came out.”\n\n“Oh yeah, that.” Humphrey practically gagged when he said it, the memory from a few years ago flashing back. It hadn’t been a pleasant one, hunting small rodents just to grab a bite after a long, tiring day. “Don’t remind me.” He snapped his head back over his shoulder, watching Mooch’s jaw drop when he bumped his prized rump to the side with a truly impressive wobble. “Just for that, you’re getting edged for the whole fifteen minutes next time.”\n\nMooch only chuckled behind him, eyes following his best assets down to the last embellished sway and intentional bounce.\n\n“That’s supposed to be a punishment?”\n\n\n\n******************\n\n\nThe rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. Him and Mooch made their way down to the valley, catching the end of dinner and managing to rustle up a leftover caribou haunch. It wasn’t much, but it was at least something, and they chatted away as they dug into it and stripped it to the bone. \n\nTo be honest, Humphrey was surprised there was anything left at all. The valley had long since emptied out, only a few stragglers making their ways back home as dusk burned on, casting the whole place in its usual orange glow. They passed by a wolf here or there, but aside from a few females chatting over the remains of a bone, or a couple taking some leftovers back to the den, he had rarely seen the valley this quiet.\n\nDinner came and went. By the time they were done, their bellies were full, the moon was out, and the last bit of energy was evaporating away. Mooch looked like he could barely stand, but the two of them said goodbye and went their separate ways anyway, leaving Humphrey to make his way back home by himself, alone and sated.\n\nWell, the second thing wasn't all that true. Because a single sniff on the wind changed it, in the second it took to breath. Truth be told, he had been hoping to stop by and see if Garth was still awake.\n\nThe whiff of his scent made a shiver go down his spine, and from that second on, his evening plans changed. He wasn't even sure he had really smelled it, that it had really been there. For all he knew, it was a phantom scent, a stray thought made real for a flitting second. But he followed it anyway, not caring if it was real or not.\n\nHe was just looking for an excuse to see him, he knew it. Him; the wolf with the studly body, the gorgeous coat, and the eyes that made his whole body feel warm. Just the mental image of him made his belly flutter. How could he resist? It was just going to be a chat anyway, just to set up the next meet-up. \n\nThat was all. Just a chat. Just a simple conversation. He didn’t have any other motives.\n\nRight?\n\nThat aside, his evening plans having been changed in a second, he followed that scent to its source. He knew the way to Garth and Lilly’s place like the back of his paw, and every step in that direction only made the scent stronger. Before he knew it, it was singeing the nerves in his nose, that seductive heat spreading one thrum of his heart at a time down into the pit of his stomach. He walked, absentmindedly following his muscle memory and nose out of the valley and around the craggy cliffside, until he came across an all-too-familiar break in the rock.\n\nThose two really had good taste, he had to hand it to them. His and Kate’s den was nothing more than a small hollow in the cliff-face; it was roomy, and nice and cool in the day thanks to the smooth stone floor and walls, but it was simple. Humphrey had no idea how they had managed to snag it, but Garth had gotten lucky with this one.\n\nHe finally came to a stop, finding himself at the entrance of a large, cavernous split in the rock. It might have been the mouth of a cave system if he didn’t know any better, jagged and pitch-black against the moonlit crag in front of him. He had been here a couple of times before, but even without the moon and the overpowering smell assaulting his senses, it was always impressive.\n\n“The perks of being the pack leaders’ kids, huh?”\n\nHumphrey hadn’t realized he had said it out loud until he did, but he did notice the very voluntary, snorting chuckle with which he said it.\n\n“I gotta tell Kate it’s time for an upgrade. They’re kinda outclassing us here…”\n\nBut he didn’t just come here to admire Garth’s den. He had a date with the wolf inside it, and it was time to get it started. So he started for the entrance, intent on giving the rock a knock at the very least, but a glint caught his eyes as soon as he took his first step.\n\n“Oh, hello, Humphrey!” A voice spoke up, stopping him in his tracks. “I didn’t expect to see you up this late.”\n\nThe female approaching him certainly seemed happy to see him. Her voice was as delicate as her snowy fur, but as bright as the moonlight that was catching in her coat with a silvery glint, and chipper on top of it all. He knew that wolf from anywhere, even if the shine off her coat had caught his eye at an awkward angle and made him wince.\n\n“Hey, Lilly.” His greeting was punctuated by a flustered chuckle, and it wasn’t just because of the momentary blindness. “Watch the moon! You, uh, kinda got in the eye there…!”\n\n“Sorry.” She chuckled, and there was a twinge of playful guilt in her laughter that made Humphrey’s belly feel warm. He felt warm on the inside for the nth time that day, and for a second, an image of Kate flashed in his mind and refused to leave. Her golden fur, her gorgeous eyes, that musical laughter in her voice…\n\nBut as soon as it came, that feeling was evaporating away. Lilly’s next few words made the process complete, and he tuned back in as fast as he had tuned out.\n\nThis dry spell was going to kill him, he swore it. If it wasn’t the conflicting feelings that were constantly swirling around, it was the distance from her that was going to do him in..\n\n“Sorry about your eyes.” Lilly’s delicate voice said, giggling for a second more before turning back to normal. “It’s just, Garth got me this really great pinecone the other day, and it’s been making my fur extra shiny. I always want to look my best for him.”\n\n“Yeah,” Humphrey breathed, taking a glance at his backside, practically feeling Kate’s distinct breath all over it. “I know all about that.”\n\nFor once, Humphrey hoped that somebody wouldn’t notice. If it were any other wolf, he would have been flaunting till the birds flew south for the winter, all over every inch of them he could find. But not her, not Lilly.\n\nIt wasn’t just that Kate had forbidden him from getting with with other females. No, Lilly was… Lilly. She was too pure, too innocent, for the things he got up to. So, for the first time since he reached his target size a few weeks ago, he didn’t bring any attention to his hindquarters, and moved with calculated motions to keep it that way.\n\n“Anyway,” He spoke, clearing his throat with no small amount of obvious nerves. “Speaking of the big guy, have you seen him around? Him and me need to have a little chat is all. Nothing serious, just a little talk between friends.”\n\nFor the first time since they met, Humphrey saw Lilly tilt her head, a knowing grin on her muzzle for a few lingering seconds.\n\n“Just a talk? That’s all?”\n\nThe warm glow in Humphrey’s belly suddenly twisted into a knot. Of course Garth would be telling her things. The only question was how much she knew. He didn’t want to push, not yet, but the uncertainty, and curiosity, was starting to physically hurt.\n\n“I would have thought you would be dropping by for… other reasons.” She continued, sounding surprised but not looking the part. “Well, whatever it is you’re going to be getting up to, Garth’s inside. I can leave you two alone if you want, I don’t mind!”\n\nHumphrey put up a paw without thinking.\n\n“Whoa, whoa, slow down!” He chuckled, more out of defense than anything else. “I’m not here for one of those kinds of chat, Lilly. No need to jump to conclusions here.”\n\n“I’m not.” She shrugged, snowy tail swishing behind her. “I’ve just heard enough about you from Garth to know that things tend to get heated between you, so I think I’ll just give you some privacy. Just in case.”\n\nHe couldn’t argue with that. If Lilly was going to insist, there was no reason to cause a scene. \n\nBesides, what if she was right? Just the thought of Garth was making his stomach burn again, and it took all his willpower to not start producing that aroused, musky scent. That would have just hurt his point.\n\n“I mean, if you insist.” Humphrey shrugged. “But I promise, I’m just gonna talk to him.”\n\n“Of course you will.” Lilly chuckled that musical laugh again, turning to walk off with another swish of her tail. “By the way, I see what Kate meant about your…” She cleared her throat, and for a flash of a moment, Humphrey swore he saw something sensual in her eye. Maybe it was just his overriding horniness that was constantly present, but he swore he saw it. “...features. I’ll see you around, tell her I said hi.”\n\n“Y-yeah.” He stuttered for a moment, watching her go. “Will do.”\n\nHumphrey watched her walk off, that same feeling still swirling around in his gut. Maybe he had misjudged her.\n\nBut he shrugged that off; it was a minefield he’d rather not wade into, not when Garth was already making him feel weird. So he turned and started to the entrance, finally delivering his intended knock.\n\n“Hey! Barf!” He called out, only a decibel or two above speaking. “You up?”\n\nA little rustle of movement came from inside the darkness, but given a few seconds, his eyes were starting to get used to it. Within a few moments, the inside of the den was as clear as day, helped along by a well-timed stream of moonlight, and its sole occupant was being illuminated with it.\n\nThere it was, that damn shimmer again. Humphrey laid eyes on Garth, just lying there against the smooth stone floor, fiddling idly with a claw, and his stomach practically turned. It was a pleasant sort of turn, a certain ratio of nervousness, conflict, and excitement that made him want to linger in the doorway, just to watch the bigger wolf exist in his natural state. He wanted to take him in, just to watch, just to enjoy the way the moonlight danced off of him. But his voice caught the Alpha’s attention, and he turned to look at him with a friendly grin on his face, and a sparkle in those emerald eyes.\n\n“Ah, Humphrey!” He smiled, making his way hastily up to standing before he could get a good look between the legs. “I thought I heard you and Lilly out there. What made you drop by? Is something up?”\n\nHumphrey had to admit, he was pretty jealous. The den was ever nicer on the inside, with its high ceiling and large, spacious floorplan. The area of the room was surprisingly big, and it might have just been the smell of Garth assaulting his nose, or the overriding horniness, but he could only imagine the acoustics. Whatever the two got up to, he was sure it sounded amazing. He had been right; they really did have him and Kate beat.\n\n“Nah,” He waved a paw, as casually as he could despite the sudden increase in potency hitting his nose. “Nothing serious or anything. I just happened to be heading home, and thought I should drop by. Y’know, toss you an invite to the next meeting.”\n\n“So they want me back, do they?” Garth’s demeanor changed a bit, a smirk making its way across his muzzle as he chuckled for a second. “That’s good to hear, I was worried I might’ve scared your Omega friends off for a sec.”\n\n“What?” Humphrey scoffed, playful and teasing as he took a step closer. “No way, they’re in love with you! It’s just, I’ve been kinda busy lately, if you get me.”\n\nHe really shouldn’t have used those words, because their unintentional double-meaning crashed into him like a train. He hadn’t even meant it that way, but it came out that way. He had half a mind to seal his lips and react, but Garth hadn’t seemed to notice.\n\nBesides, this wasn’t love. What him and Kate had was love; that was real. Garth was fun –moon above, he was fun- but he wasn’t like Kate.\n\nHe was fun, though. And hot. And hung. And perfect…\n\nHumphrey shook his head, pretending to be shaking off a bug instead of an intrusive thought, and once again, Garth never took notice.\n\n“Busy, eh?” Garth ribbed, joining him in the middle of the circular chamber with audible, echoing pawfalls from both of them. “I assume you mean plowing your other friends' rumps without me. You really should’ve invited me sooner. We could’ve been busy together!”\n\n“Maybe I should have.” Humphrey shrugged, choosing not to mention anything about Mooch. No, that had to be a surprise. “But I’m inviting you now, aren’t I? Call it ‘better late than never’.”\n\n“Sure, I’ll call it that.” Garth’s demeanor was really shifting now, and his scent was intensifying with it. With one more breath, the nerves inside his nose were starting to buzz. “And in that case, I accept. So, why don’t you tell me something about it? Is it gonna be another one of those full meetings, or something like what you and I got up to?”\n\nHumphrey hadn’t even sucked in the breath necessary to talk before Garth was stepping up beside him. A few paces and their bodies were now in parallel, eyes on the other’s most important bits. At this distance, the smell was overwhelming.\n\nHad Garth been expecting him? He didn’t smell this good all the time. He would have asked, but his brain was already set on something else. It would have to wait.\n\n“‘Fraid I can’t say too much, moose.” The word landed like a ton of bricks, just like how Garth’s paw was coming down on his rump. The ensuing impact could have made the cave shake, and his suspicions about the acoustics were proven true. The smack echoed off the walls, only growing in fullness and timbre thanks to the wide, smooth walls and high vault overhead. He took that slap in his stride, and it was clear that Garth’s paw was there to stay, sitting there possessively on the curve of one of his cheek like the bigger wolf owned it. “That’d spoil the fun!”\n\n“You’ve got a surprise for me, huh?” Garth was really cranking up the dial now, and in a second, any pretense of a friendly chat suddenly fizzled away. His claws sank into Humphrey’s fur, digging deep into the curve, and held themselves there no matter what he did. “I like surprises. I bet it’s a good one too.”\n\nGarth’s sheath, that massive and plump thing, flexed between his legs. Humphrey’s did the same, only in response, and the scent nearly made him black out again. His boulderlike balls drew up against his rust-furred body, like a pair of wrecking balls, and settled with a swaying swing.\n\n“If your surprise is as good as the last time,” He continued, “I know it will be. When’s the meeting, tomorrow?”\n\nHumphrey only nodded at first. Any other wolf would have been mesmerized by the sudden show of sexual strength, but Humphrey was no ordinary wolf. Instead, he acted like he always did, and gave Garth a show of his own, doing the exact same thing down to the last impressive throb and swing.\n\nIf the whistle the Alpha wolf made didn’t say anything about how impressed he was, nothing would have been able to. But he whistled, and he whistled low, and that was what counted.\n\n“Tomorrow. You’d better bring your all.”\n\n“I could say the same to you.” Garth smirked, digging a fang into his lower lip, seemingly still enraptured by that one gesture. “Looks like you brought it already, though.”\n\n“I’m always revving at a hundred percent.” Humphrey smirked his own horny grin, bumping his hips to the side and into the wolf’s field of view with a bite to his own lip. “You know me by now!”\n\n“Oh yeah, I know you.” His claws dug in harder, but Humphrey only cranked up the sexy, even as the tips threatened to piece his skin. “I know how much I get you riled up. I know how much you like rolling around with me. So…”\n\nAnother smack came, but Humphrey was ready for it. He bucked his hips back right on cue, and this time, the impact almost made his ears ring. The sting didn’t bother him; the feeling of his ass working and clapping up a storm all by itself, from just a simple slap that only Garth could deliver, made it worth it.\n\n“Lilly’s not around.” Garth growled, sending a reverberating rumble down into the pit of his tingling stomach. “What do you say to a little action? Don’t tell me you’re too tired, ‘cause I can smell a lie a mile away.”\n\nTruth be told, a part of Humphrey wanted to stay; a big part. He might have been tuckered out from the day’s activity, but just being around Garth, just looking at him, just breathing in his scent, just having him present in the same room, was enough to make him rethink that. His heart fluttered, his belly did the same, and his hardening length pulsed with his heartbeat, easing out of his plump sheath with every beat of his pulse.\n\nHe wanted him, there was no other way to put it. He wanted him so badly, he could have jumped him without a word. It was almost like a biological need at this point, and no matter how many times he fucked the bigger wolf, he kept coming back.\n\nBut there was another part of him, and he glanced away for a fraction of a second, looking toward the moonlit door.\n\nHe couldn’t stay. He had to rest up, and prepare. That was the only reason; he just had to rest for a little bit, he was too tired for a session. Besides, he had never been a fan of quickies.\n\nThat was what he told himself anyway. Being near Garth made him want to stay. He couldn’t be here, couldn’t be in the same room as him, not alone.\n\nAfter all, what would Kate think?\n\nFor a few long seconds, those two voices shouted at him in both ears, one on one side and one on the other. For a few agonizing moments, they clashed and crashed together and blended into one. They melded and mixed into a confused slurry between his ears, and he couldn’t make sense of them no matter how hard he tried.\n\nAnd then, that single thought entered his head, and all that conflict suddenly fell silent. \n\nHe couldn’t stay. He wouldn’t. For her sake.\n\nSo he took the slightest and smallest of steadying deep breaths, grateful when Garth didn’t seem to notice, and spoke up.\n\n“Sorry, moose, can’t say I was ever a fan of quickies.”\n\nGarth’s nose didn’t catch a lie, because there wasn’t one. The only one Humphrey told that night was one by omission.\n\n“Besides,” he continued, shrugging Garth’s ginger paw off of his rump with a few simple strides toward the entrance. “Why waste all that energy, when you can build it up? Really get a nice finale out of it when the real thing comes! You get me?”\n\nGarth lowered that single paw to the cool stone floor, and Humphrey had expected it to land heavily, harshly. But it didn’t; the big guy took rejection well, it seemed. He didn’t look stunned or disappointed at all, and after a split second of quiet, he too spoke up.\n\nIn a second, that sultry demeanor was gone, and Humphrey was looking at the same Alpha he had known for most of the last year. \n\n“Oh yeah, sure, I get it! I just thought I’d ask since, you know,” Garth grinned and scratched his scruff. “You’re always so… what do the pups call it?”\n\n“D.T.F.?”\n\nIt was the first thing that came to mind. Humphrey had no idea where his fellow Omegas learned all their human slang, but it was helpful. \n\n“Yeah, that.” Garth said with a light, amused chuckle that only made his belly feel warmer on the inside. He hated that feeling, but he couldn’t say he wanted it gone. “Anyway, you make a good point. I know we both can go for a while, but it’s always more fun after some anticipation. I get you, no harm done!”\n\nHumphrey breathed a sigh of relief on the inside, but he couldn’t quite tell why. Garth was an easygoing wolf; he had no reason to worry. So he started his way back to the exit, only putting a slight amount of effort into his usual strut.\n\n“Well, it’s good to have you onboard, Barf.” He grinned back at him, not realizing he was the one shining in the moonlight now until it was too late. The last thing he needed was for Garth to ogle him back. “Noon, tomorrow. Think you can make it?”\n\nGarth returned his grin, but he didn’t notice any lustful gleams this time. That was good; either Garth didn’t see anything, or he was better at hiding it. \n\n“Wouldn’t miss it.” He said simply, a silvery glint bouncing off his coat even from such a distance from the light outside. “I just hope you two are ready for me!”\n\nHe knew they would be. So he flashed him a moonlit grin, received one in return, and finally, against the wishes of the voice still whispering in his other ear, headed out.\n\nIt was like tearing off a limb at first; it didn’t feel right. Passing up a chance to bang a wolf that made him feel so amazing; what was he thinking? He must have been crazy. But as Humphrey walked away, every step made him grow more and more secure in his decision. Every stride on his way back home, guided by a combination of muscle memory and the distant, barely-present smell of his waiting wife, relieved the tension just that little extra bit. It was hard, but they would see each other again tomorrow. \n\nHe would just be glad to see Kate when he got back. A good night’s sleep next to her would have been great right about now.\n\nHe walked on, resisting the urge to stop and analyze. That wouldn’t have been productive at all, he knew that. He didn’t need to think about this, he didn’t need a breakthrough. He couldn’t rationalize feelings, he knew that much, or he might not have fallen for her in the first place.\n\nNo, he didn’t need to think about it. What he needed was to see his wife, talk to her if he could, and above all else, go to bed. That was probably the best course of action at this point. In fact, he was certain that it was.\n\nSo he walked on, didn’t stop for anything, and eventually, made his way back.\n\nComing home and seeing Kate already asleep wasn’t really a positive experience. He wasn’t just disappointed; he had to admit, it made him anxious. Those thoughts were still floating around in his skull, but they would have to wait, and the wait was liable to kill him.\n\nHe supposed he could just come up with an excuse to skip the meeting tomorrow if being around Garth was so distracting. That was definitely a possibility. But as he curled up beside Kate and found his tiredness suddenly weighing down on him like a pound of rocks, he knew it wasn’t a good idea. Mooch was expecting him, and Garth was already on-board.\n\nBesides, even with the feelings being what they were, the dry-spell was still going on. And the last thing he needed with all of this going on was to miss a day.\n\nMaybe what he needed was a good night’s sleep, and a good threeway in the morning. That was also a possibility. Something to, paradoxically, take his mind off things.\n\nThe idea seemed to soothe him a little bit. And before he knew it, the fatigue was overriding the anxiousness, every slowing breath was washing the nerves away, and Humphrey was drifting off.\n\nThey could talk later. In the meantime, he had some resting to do; not to mention a couple friends the next day.\n\n\n*****************\n\n“So then I told her, ‘Watch the dick, Humphrey says I’m not allowed to use it!’”\n\n“Is that true? You really don’t let him use the thing?”\n\n“What?! No, I’d never do that! Mooch, are you exaggerating again?”\n\n“Exaggeration? I’d never, Humph! I’m just doing a little ‘artistic embellishment’, that’s all. You know, make it sound hotter.”\n\nThe midday sun shone down on Jasper from a clear blue sky, streaking the forests in golden rays and making the clouds above shine like silver. The three wolves, two Omegas and an Alpha, walked along their usual trodden path, letting their voices carry as far as they could with no sign of inhibition. They didn’t care who heard their chatter; as long as the Omega Club had each other, they didn’t care who overheard them.\n\nThey would be arriving in no time at all, but the walk was as long as usual through the winding woods. Humphrey liked to use this time to build some tension, set a stage. But today, they were just talking, and he liked it this way. \n\n“Well, ‘embellish’ less, buddy. You’re making me look bad.”\n\n“You never look bad, sir. No angle in the world’s gonna make you look bad!”\n\n“Keep up the flattery, pup. See what happens.”\n\nIt wasn’t long before Mooch lagged a little bit behind as well, and he knew exactly what he was staring at. It was only by a step or two, but the desperate huffs of breath over his swinging wrecking-balls and bouncing ass made it clear the exact distance didn’t matter. He knew what was on Mooch’s mind; but then again, what else was new?\n\nThere was still the little matter of his proposal, though. Maybe that was why Mooch seemed to be a bit, just a tad, more interested in his back-end today. Most days, he stuck to him like a bump on a log; today, the bigger Omega might as well have been his shadow. Humphrey didn’t mind it, but even as he teased and flaunted for the ass-hungry wolf behind him, he still didn’t have an answer for him.\n\nAs if Garth hadn’t been making him feel weird enough lately. Thinking about two big issues at the same time was probably too much. It definitely was for him; this whole thing was supposed to be fun, and here he was, stressing himself sick about it.\n\nHe forced himself back to reality with a little shake of his head. Today was supposed to be fun, so he would have fun. Besides, thinking too hard was bad for the brain anyway, or so he figured.\n\n“So, what you’re saying,” Mooch huffed, his usual expression gradually being replaced by a blushing, drunken grin. “Is I should keep complimenting you.”\n\n“Save the worship for later.” He said simply, even as he bumped his hindquarters to the side, just for the show of it. “We’re almost there. What, you can’t hold off for a few minutes?”\n\n“Not with you doing that, I can’t.”\n\nTheir eyes met, gold staring into blue for just a second, before Mooch’s gaze was averted back to its target when Humphrey turned up the tease by just a notch. His next movement was sharp and forceful, and he only realized how rock-hard he was when he felt a raging hard-on slap against his belly from the upward slam on his hips.\n\nCome to think of it, the woods were smelling especially musky now. It had come on fast, so fast that he hadn’t recognized it until he was almost noseblind. But now, their combined scent was like lightning in his nose, and he couldn’t help but breathe it deep and drink it down.\n\nThe thoughts of Garth, and Mooch’s suggestion, were still nibbling away at his brain. But the smell pushed them far into the back of his mind. He could deal with that later. For now, he had a job to do, and only so much daylight to do it.\n\nNext time him and Kate saw each other, they would have a talk. And once Garth was wrecked and ruined, he would give Mooch his answer.\n\nUntil then, he would be far too busy to think. He kind of liked it better that way.\n\nSo he smirked back at Mooch and swished his tail, feeling the Usual Spot getting closer and closer with every showy step.\n\n“You wanna bang right here and now, is that it?” His voice was silken and smug, and he didn’t even have to try. Mooch didn’t look him in the eye his time, his vision totally held in place when he intentionally slowed his stride. “You wanna start before we even get there, screw the Spot?”\n\nMooch looked like he had just been asked a legitimate question, but the rhetorical nature of it dawned on him quickly enough. Humphrey saw the understanding in his eyes grow just as fast as the blush on his face.\n\n“Are you offering?” There was a small, but definitely noticeable, amount of tease of his friend’s voice now; just a hint of smug. Yet another thing for Humphrey to drink down. “‘Cause I’d get busy with you in the middle of the valley if you asked me to, you know that.”\n\nHe slowed just a tad more, until the cold wet of Mooch’s nose was within grazing distance of his fur. A single barely-perceptible sting of moisture flecked off onto the fur of his back-end, and a second later, the pace was back to what it was before. He sped up, and stole it all away in a flash, but Mooch didn’t seem to mind. \n\n“If you’re that antsy,” He grinned smugly, looking both of them in the eye. Garth had managed to catch up, and this time, looking at him in those gorgeous emerald eyes only made his belly flutter a little bit. “Pick up the pace, boys! Once we’re there, we can start; you know how this goes.”\n\n“Right behind you, sir!”\n\n“Yeah, what he said.” Garth glanced at Mooch, and winced a bit even as he followed close. “Minus the whole ‘sir’ thing, though. That’s weird.”\n\nHumphrey only snorted at that, but Mooch let out an unrestrained chuckle, and with a snort of his own.\n\n“You should try it sometime, Garth!” He was practically drooling already, almost trotting to keep as close as he could. “You’d love it. Humphrey makes a great Alpha!”\n\n“Sure he does.” The bigger wolf was growling again, and it made Humphrey’s belly twist into a knot. Suddenly, there were two pairs of eyes on his backside. “But he’d make a better bitch around me. Wouldn’t you, Coyote?”\n\nHumphrey didn’t respond to that beyond a sharp glare. Mooch still didn’t know about what they had gotten up to, and he intended to keep it that way. He had an image to uphold, after all. Luckily, just as he had intended, Garth’s lips seemed to be sealed: a knowing glint in his eyes confirmed that.\n\n“You can try,” Humphrey said, whipping his tail down on his rump as he bumped it suggestively to the side. This time, Mooch really did drool. “But good luck. Didn’t we go over this already?”\n\nThe three of them all shared a laugh, and before Humphrey knew it, they were stepping out of the densely-packed woods and into the clearing. The smell of sex was stronger there, fresher, and the moment Humphrey incidentally inhaled as he strode into the center, he was almost knocked on his haunches.\n\nHe might have been, if Mooch hadn’t bumped into him as soon as he stopped. The big guy had been following close for some time now, and the moment Humphrey’s pace came to a stop in the dead center of the circle, they collided, Mooch’s face against his assets around back.\n\nHe thought it was fitting, even more-so when him and Mooch looked at each other, and the chubby wolf’s muzzle was as red as a fresh kill.\n\n“Hey, watch the muzzle.” He grinned down at him, blue eyes gleaming. “I don’t have to remind you about the rules, do I?”\n\nMooch sputtered for a second, shaking his head and he rapidly scrambled back a few steps. \n\n“Oh! S-sorry, sir…!”\n\nHe was always cute when he did that. So he forgave him for his obvious mistake, giving his best features a bit more presence with a sensual swish of his tail.\n\n“You’re good. Just don’t make a habit out of it.”\n\nHe had been so focused on Mooch that Garth had slipped his mind for a second, only coming back to the forefront when he pulled up beside them with a carnal growl in his throat and an equally-sexual grin on his face.\n\n“So, we’re here.” He said simply. “Are we gonna waste more time chatting, or are we gonna get down to business? I missed a hunting trip to be here, you know, and this is kind of taking forever.”\n\nHe had to hand it to the Alpha, he was right about that. It felt like he had been waiting months for this, even if it had only been less than twenty-four hours. \n\nSo he shooed Mooch back with a bump of his rump and watched as he dutifully fell back, sitting at attention the way he liked to.\n\n“Good point, my bad.” He shrugged. “I just like to get you two all riled up, you know me.”\n\n“Oh yeah,” Mooch breathed, clearly putting in a bit of effort to not stain his fur with any more drool. “We know!”\n\n“So, consider us riled up.” Garth flitted his eyes between the two of them, and they looked at him at the exact same moment, with Humphrey’s cocky smirk and Mooch’s drunken, blushing expression. “What are you going to do about it? You got us excited, so you’d better help us deal with it.”\n\n“That’s the plan.” He diverted his attention to Mooch, who shot up to attention again half a second later. “You ready for this, pup?”\n\nIt seemed to be all Mooch was capable of to nod emphatically, his blush deepening by the second. Eventually though, he settled down and took a deep breath; as deep of one as he was able to, anyway. It nearly caught in his chest.\n\n“Yessir!” He straightened up more, sharply snapping into position like an Alpha fresh out of training. “I’m… I’m ready.”\n\n“That’s what I like to hear.” He was whispering to Mooch now, and even though Garth practically loomed over them with his sheer size and presence, he wasn’t worried at all. “You’ve got this, buddy. Just keep that confidence and stay cool.”\n\n“Okay.” Mooch aimed his gaze forward, and Humphrey had rarely ever seen it so hard. He had never seen so much determination on his friend’s face before, and without even having to give the order, the tubby Omega was standing. “I can do this. Just stay focused.”\n\n“What’s he doing?”\n\nHumphrey couldn’t tell whether Garth was curious or concerned, but no matter which it was, smugness was the main emotion there. It was in his voice, dripping like honey. It was on his face, as clear as day. It was in his eyes, like the glint of the sun. Everything about the big wolf said “sexual confidence”, something he found he couldn’t look away from. \n\nBut as Mooch made his way to all fours, joining him in standing up to the wolf in front of them, he knew it wouldn’t last long. The inebriated grin now plastered over his blonde friend’s face, the way he carried himself and his impressive, golden rump around back just by standing there, said all of that and more.\n\n“Just a little thing I taught him.” Humphrey shrugged, matching the Alpha’s confidence to the very last drop like he usually did. “I told you I have a surprise for you, didn’t I?”\n\nHe knew Garth remembered that much; the knowing look on his face as the memory dawned on him was redundant.\n\n“Oh, yeah!” He said slowly, those emerald eyes-lidding low and making Humphrey feel like his stomach was on fire. “You did tell me that. Why don’t you start talking and explain, then?”\n\nWithout even the slightest bit of prompting, both him and Mooch moved in unison. He didn’t need to tell him; they were in perfect sync, and the moment Humphrey pulled up beside Garth and brought a paw possessively down on his muscled rump, Mooch was already doing the same. It was like looking in a really strange mirror, one that emulated his movement to make the Alpha’s ass quake to a tee, but looked nothing like him. Him and Mooch looked each other in the face over those wobbling mounds of ginger fur, and he had rarely seen a hotter image.\n\n“Weren’t you the one who told me to shut it?” This time, Humphrey was the one to growl, and he was surprised to see Mooch not swooning at his slightest action. “I think it’s time to get down to business. You game, pup?”\n\n“I’m always game with you around,” Mooch was getting more and more drunk by the second, and Humphrey wasn’t surprised at all when he nearly stumbled upon taking a deep breath, gulping down the scents of sex and musk by the lungful in one single inhale. “Sir. Let’s wreck this bitch already…!”\n\nThat could have used some work; it wasn’t Mooch enough. But imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, so he wasn’t going to complain. They could save the critiques for later.\n\nBut that seemed to tip Garth off. Something else dawned on him; Humphrey didn’t need to see his eyes widen to feel the shift in the air when he realized what was about to happen. But Garth wasn’t given a chance to even begin to struggle. Their claws dug into his hindquarters, practically piercing the delicate skin beneath his fur, and both Omegas put their weight down.\n\n“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. What did he just say?”\n\nFor the first time in a few days, Garth seemed legitimately flustered. So him and Mooch didn’t back off or let up, not even by an inch. Humphrey growled, Mooch followed suit as best he could, and when the Alpha looked back, he gasped. Although, that may have had something to do with Mooch’s claw dragging itself along his length, slowly tracing itself from raging tip to swollen knot.\n\n“I told you,” Humphrey growled, licking his chops as his and Garth’s gazes met in the middle. “We Omegas do things differently. Or did you forget? Wouldn’t be the first time.”\n\nThis time, it was Garth who sputtered. He tried to speak, but the more he tried to form words, the more his exterior confidence was whittled away. Humphrey loved it when this happened; the big Alpha was never as domineering as he liked to act, and this was only further proof. He dug his claws in deeper, a mere inch from drawing blood, and Garth silently held back a yelp.\n\n“I’ll take that as a yes.”\n\nBut just as Garth was looking like he might start to melt, he cleared his throat and straightened up a bit, letting his flustered expression shift back in the other direction.\n\n“Oh, I see.” He chuckled, even though he still looked a little overwhelmed. It wasn’t much, but it was there. “You train up your friend to be all dominant like you, get me here, and think you can turn me into one of your bitches? Is that it?”\n\n“Yeah, basically.” Mooch said, his tone suddenly as casual as it could be. There was no more sexuality, no more teasing confidence. For a second, for just a few words, he was looking at Mooch again. “But I’m not a dom or anything, I’m just a sub who knows what I want.”\n\n“What’s the matter, Barf?” Humphrey interjected, trying to keep the mood on-course. “Think you can’t handle both of us? Feeling a little…” He dug his claws in harder, growling in his chest as he shot Mooch a sharp glance that kicked him back into gear. “Overwhelmed?”\n\n“Around two Omegas?” The bigger wolf scoffed, but didn’t move a muscle. Whether it was Mooch’s weight holding him down, apprehension on his part, or just him playing along, he couldn’t tell. But something was certain; they wouldn’t be talking for much longer. “Please. You two could give me your worst and I’d still come out on top! I’m an Alpha, in case you forgot.”\n\n“Yeah, we remember.” Humphrey shot Mooch another glance, and was glad to see his new demeanor returning. He breathed a sigh of relief internally; the last thing he needed was for him to mess up now. “Don’t we, pup? Don’t we remember how this Alpha-bitch took my dick like some kinda slut last time? Or how me and Salty spitroasted him? Or how Shakey rode him like a pro and made him scream?”\n\n“Oh, yeah.” Mooch leered, catching up by digging his claws in deeper. “I remember like it was yesterday! Probably because it was literally the day before yesterday, though…”\n\nHumphrey could have buried his face in his paw. Here Mooch was, trailing off again. He supposed it was part of his charm, but he just hoped he could deliver when it counted.\n\n“Anyway,” Humphrey took the reins yet again, steering things back in the right direction. “We remember what a big bitch you are. And Mooch and me are gonna remind you, right here and now, and we’re gonna make it stick. Think you have what it takes to prove us wrong, moose?”\n\nIt only took a second for Garth to respond, and when he did, his cock gave a throb so intense that Humphrey felt it in his stomach.\n\n“The only bitches I see here are you two.” He snarled, his verdant eyes shining and his fangs gleaming in a wide, devilish grin. “Now shut up and save your breath. You’ll need it for when you’re screaming on my dick. You’re on.”\n\nHim and Garth shared a glance, and it was fiery, but it was nothing compared to the glare that he and Mooch met each other with.\n\n“Ready, pup?”\n\n“I told you already.” Mooch huffed, lidding his eyes low, and letting that dull yellow shimmer into the color of an autumn leaf in the light of a passing sunbeam. “I’m always ready with you around, sir.”\n\nHumphrey smirked back at him, cocky smirk meeting drunken grin, gold burning into blue, before their gazes shifted to the task at paw. He knew just how to play this, and from their look in each other’s eyes, Mooch did too. They didn’t need words, not with an understanding like this.\n\nAgain, both wolves moved in unison. It was like looking back into the strange, warped mirror, Mooch’s movements in perfect sync with his own as he released his grip on Garth’s thick glute, slipping around to his front, looked him in the face, and placed a paw forcefully on his chest. Him and Mooch existed in perfect symmetry, two paws, one gray and one blonde, pressing firmly against the Alpha’s muscled chest, and slipping forward until their claw felt his breastbone. \n\n“On your back, Alpha-bitch.” Humphrey growled, eyes lidded and musk raging all around his form. “Get ready for us.”\n\n“Yeah,” Mooch leered, trying his best to match Humphrey’s all-encompassing confidence. It was mostly working, even if there were kinks to iron out. “What he said.”\n\nGarth still looked a little flustered (the nervous look he cast down at them didn’t go unnoticed), but he was at least doing a better job at hiding it now. He faked it to a decent degree as he backed off and did as he was told, but even when he flipped over onto the forest floor, his nerves were still obvious. His heartbeat was racing, his shaft that was prone to make mouths water throbbed with its pulse and twitched with its tempo, and his chest heaved just that little bit extra. He took a steadying deep breath, but Humphrey wasn’t fooled.\n\nStill, nervous or not, Garth was just as sexy as he always was, and Mooch seemed to agree. The big Omega next to him was already salivating as he took in the sight of that giant dick, massive pulsating knot, and swinging balls that could have been mistaken for boulders, his eyes enraptured at the pearly bead of pre perched so daintily on his tapered tip. He should have been used to the sight, but Humphrey still couldn’t totally convince himself to look away. \n\nSure, his mouth wasn’t watering or his tail swishing about like Mooch, but the Alpha wolf’s body was captivating all the same. Jealousy was the chief emotion he felt when he looked at that battering ram of a shaft, but even he couldn’t shake the familiar feeling he was experiencing around back. \n\nGarth looked at him, staring him in the face with the most devilish of all grins, and his mammoth cock gave a massive, throbbing flex. Humphrey swore he felt sweat bead up on his paw pads, but all he did was gulp and throw the look back at him.\n\nThere would be time for that later. He just hoped Garth could keep his trap shut about it.\n\n“Give me your worst, Omegas.” Garth growled, the timbre so deep that Humphrey swore it made his ass jiggle. “Don’t hold back, or I might fall asleep.”\n\nHumphrey felt like he should have said something, but the time for talk was over. The countdown had hit zero, and now, the only thing he could think about was the task at paw. There were no more words to exchange, no more glances or looks to share, and every second he spent not wrecking the Alpha in front of him was wasted breath. So he took a breath inward, and chose his words carefully. \n\n“Alright, pup.” He said simply, looking in Mooch’s direction, snaring him in his sight. “Do your thing.”\n\nHe had rarely seen Mooch move so fast, not since he presented his rump to him the previous day. In a flash, Mooch jumped into action, front paws coming down hard on both sides of Garth’s hips as he completely and totally pounced, coming face-to-face with that beast of a cock with no small amount of ferocity. \n\nIt was like watching him give in. Mooch cut loose in a second, huffing down Garth’s scent from one of its two sources, drooling over himself. He watched as Mooch tried his best to reel himself in, restraining himself from using his tongue to lap and slobber at that shaft in front of him for just long enough to breathe and speak. It was clearly taking a ton of effort on his part, but eventually he exhaled, and turned it into words.\n\n“Holy…!” He gasped, catching his spent breath before. “You smell so good, stud…!”\n\n“Hell yeah, I do.” Garth smirked down at him, and Mooch moaned out when the Alpha’s next flex brought his tip down on his nose with a sticky plap. “You want a taste?”\n\n“Fuck yes.”\n\nMooch wasted no time, not even a second. His words came out with a low and husky whisper, the ghost of a growl starting up in his throat, and in a second’s time, he was drawing his tongue over the length of Garth’s massive shaft, slobbering it all from knot to tip and slurping up that bead of pre.\n\nHe didn’t wait for permission; he didn’t even ask for it. He didn’t wait for an order. He just went. He just did it. He just dove in. And before Garth had any time to react or process, a moan left his lips, his head slipped backward, and Mooch’s expert throat took him to the knot in one smooth motion. \n\nIt wasn’t too fast, it wasn’t too slow. It was perfectly timed, just the way they had practiced. Mooch took Garth like an absolute champion into his maw, slurping and bobbing his velvety mouth down on his knot in record time, and not slowing down in the slightest as he did. Garth seemed to be a little overwhelmed too, and every moan and groaning growl that left his throat in his dazed and off-guard state only confirmed it.\n\n“Whoa…” It was more of a hoarse whisper than anything else that left Garth’s mouth. “Slow down, Omega. You’re gonna choke, heh.”\n\nA loud and sticky pop sounded out as Mooch resurfaced, that drunken smirk in full effect as he peered up at him, dollops of drool and spilling out onto his ginger fur.\n\n“No, I won’t.” He said, his voice as silky and smooth as the fluids on his tongue. “I’m good at this, remember?”\n\nHumphrey rolled his eyes; as usual, the banter was subpar. But Mooch was clearly better at using his mouth for other things, so he didn’t bring it up. \n\nInstead, he watched as his friend took that beast back down to the knot, slobbering all over it with that tongue he was so skilled at using until Garth was looking more pleasured than ever. The Alpha wolf growled and huffed like he always did, eyes first fluttering then shutting tight as Mooch’s mouth and tongue and throat did its thing, all over every inch available. \n\n“Yes…!” He snarled, but Humphrey swore he heard a whine in there. “C’mon, Omega! I can… barely feel it!”\n\n“Sure you can’t.” Humphrey spoke up, and Garth almost seemed to jump. “It’s not like you were moaning for him just a second ago.”\n\n“Shut your… mouth, coyote.” He was clearly trying to sound casual, but a pleasured gasp broke up his tone when Mooch’s paws got to work, weighing and squeezing at his heavy balls, and smearing every inch that wasn’t currently past his lips with spit. “Or you’re gonna be… down here next.”\n\n“Bet you’d love that, huh?” \n\nHumphrey smirked, putting a little extra sway in his step as he approached from the side, and making sure to shoot Mooch a proud wink.\n\n“Bet you’d love it if I joined Mooch down there, eh? Just got down there and ordered him to share?”\n\n“You… know I would.”\n\nAgain, the bigger wolf whined, but it was cleared this time. As if to further hint at his own idea, Humphrey licked his chops yet again, slowly, sensually dragging his tongue across his lips, and putting an extra swish or two into his tail.\n\nThe idea alone seemed to have triggered something in the Alpha below him. The loss of control had been imminent, but now, it seemed just that little bit closer. Garth’s chest heaved as his breath picked up, and Mooch gulped down a streak of pre when his cock mirrored his quickening pulse. \n\nIt was perfect. Now, he just had to get him desperate.\n\n“I knew you’d say that.” Humphrey growled, eyes lidding low and sparkling in the light. “One mouth just wouldn’t be good enough, would it? One mouth’s probably just enough to make you go nuts. Make you lose a little control.”\n\n“Are you… offering?”\n\nHumphrey licked his chops again, gulping down that collected load of spit with the beginnings of a moan. Mooch shot him a glance, and it looked almost shocked. He breathed heavily out the nose, watching Garth’s cock jump, and his eyes began to go wide. A tense silence descended for a moment, and Humphrey made his way between the bigger wolf’s legs, coming so close to the shaft that his breath grazed its spit-coated flesh. Mooch halted in his tracks, stalling at the tip with widening eyes of his own. He opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, inched it toward Garth’s length until he could taste his scent. It melted over his tongue like butter, and he could be lying he said it didn’t taste good.\n\nGarth gasped, turning into the closest approximation of a huff he was currently capable of. Mooch stood there with baited breath, practically letting Garth’s length slip out of his mouth as he looked at him out the corner of his mouth.\n\nMooch’s expression didn’t really concern him; it was Garth he was really focused on. The closer he got, the more the bigger wolf squirmed, wordlessly begging him to join in. As much as Garth was too proud to admit it, that’s what those huffs and whining growls meant, he knew that much. \nIt was an idea he would never entertain, but as long Garth believed there was a chance, even the slightest one, he had him wrapped around his claw. \n\nBut still, that smell. That taste. It were unbelievable, and the longer he lingered so close to his shaft, the closer his tongue drifted, he harder he found it to look away. It was burning his nose, flooding his senses, making him salivate. And it wasn’t a bad looking cock either, so huge and perfect. As perfect as the rest of him.\n\nHe hadn’t even realized it, but Humphrey was starting to drool. He was drooling. He had been drooling. And while his salivary glands had been going into overdrive and his heartbeat was starting to race, he tongue had been drifting of its own accord, coming so close to Garth’s twitching meat that he almost really could taste it.\n\nIn a second, reality came crashing back. He had no idea how close he had been to touching his would-be target, but no matter how close he was, any amount was too close. The real world hit him like a boulder, practically knocking him back onto his haunches at the realization of what he was doing. \n\nC’mon! Pull it together, Humphrey! He practically screamed it at himself, words echoing inside his skull as he pulled his pulled his sopping tongue imperceptibly back. Sucking dick’s for bottoms like Mooch! You’re not a bottom, are you?!\n\nLuckily, his brain still seemed to be intact; Garth’s musk was something else, the wolf himself was something else, but not even he could change the fact that his brain was still working.\n\nSo he pulled himself together, and finally pulled his tongue back into his mouth, leaning back with his smuggest smirk of the day.\n\n “Nope.” He grinned, pulling himself up to standing, turning with no small amount of flair, and taking a few striding steps away with no shortage of showiness in his rump. But his pace was quick, just long enough for him to make it back to Garth’s side. “Just wanted to hear you say that. You know, admit that you want my mouth so much you’d lose your grip!”\n\nMooch’s expression fell, and the eye roll said more than his words ever could have.\n\n“Should have seen that coming.” It said, or something to that effect.\n\nGarth growled from deep in his chest, a frustrated sound that was only cut off by another pleasured moan. Mooch was getting back to work, taking the rest for himself and making up for borrowed time as best he could. He was going from tip to knot now, rapidly filling and emptying his mouth with all that dick, and drinking down musk and pre seemingly by the gallon. In the meantime, Humphrey smirked down at Garth, and the bigger canine squirmed.\n\n“That was dirty…!”\n\n“I’m a tease, Barf.” He shrugged, pacing back and forth with little sways and bucks of his rump, tickling the tip of Garth’s nose with the point of his tail. “It’s what I do. You oughta get your memory checked!”\n\nGarth growled at him, but again, he couldn’t finish it. \n\nAll of this was fun, but he was getting tired of waiting. That little brush with his cock had made it clear; Humphrey was just as anxious to get started as Garth was. And he knew just how to kick off his part.\n\nHe could still feel his musk in his mouth and nose. It burned his nostrils and felt spicy on his tongue. He tried to gulp it down, but all it did was make it spread further, and make his fur stand on end. His belly fluttered when the load of spit hit it, and for a second, he felt the weight of the giant dick on his tongue, flat against the muscle. It throbbed, and his mouth was flooded with salt, and more of that scent.\n\nHe had no idea what it would actually feel like, but he felt something. Even though the wolf’s length was currently busy being deepthroated by Mooch, it was like his brain was filling in the gap. It was like, somewhere deep down, he wanted it.\n\nHe shook his head. The musk must have been getting to it.\n\nOh, man. He felt like rubbing his temple with a claw, but held off. Alphas really are something else…\n\nHe shook that thought off his fur like water, though. There was no time to think, not when he was so anxious to get going. So he put all thoughts aside, and sprang into action at last. \n\nIn a pounce of his own, he lunged, putting his front paws down on the side of Garth’s head, practically pinning his ears against the ground. He might have done it too, if he didn’t need to hear him talk.\n\nEven then, Humphrey supposed that the fat Omega cock currently pointed at his muzzle, throbbing and twitching with a bead of pre on the tip, would have been words enough.\n\n“I’m bored of all this waiting, moose.” He snapped, smirking with his fangs out. “Mooch isn’t the only one whose mouth is getting used today. Open up, will ya?”\n\nGarth cocked a brow at him.\n\n“Really…?” He was clearly trying to sound cocky, but a squeeze to the knot that made him grunt in pleasure kind of messed with that plan. “That’s the best… you can come up with? Why don’t you just… sit your ass down on my face or something?”\n\nHumphrey chuckled, but it wasn’t much of one. It was more like a huff of amusement.\n\n“Tempting,” He gave his back end an obvious wiggle. “But I like this better.”\n\nGarth might have taken in a breath to respond, but it didn’t get very far. Humphrey’s hips were ramming forward before he could have reacted, and before he had a chance to so much as think to resist, Garth’s mouth was stuffed down to the knot.\n\nGarth’s mouth was as perfect as ever. Velvety and warm, like a silk-lined furnace on full blast, it took everything he had to give. And as reluctant as the big wolf was, his tongue still worked its magic, mindlessly lathering his shaft and spurting tip seemingly on instinct alone. \n\n“Oh, yeah.” Humphrey growled, giving his length a flex on his tongue, and letting his taste buds flood with pre. “Much better.”\n\nHe wiggled his hips again, this time forward. His knot ground against the Alpha’s reluctantly-hungry mouth, pressed against his cock-locked lips, and thrummed with his body heat as he stared it down. Humphrey couldn’t help but laugh as Garth started to go cross-eyed.\n\n“Keep him busy, Mooch. I’m gonna have some fun.” He said with a wave of his paw, before that devilish grin split his muzzle. “Take that cock, Alpha bitch.”\n\nMooch pulled off again, gasping for breath as another sticky pop sounded out, and web-like ropes of pre connected his mouth to Garth’s spit-slathered knot.\n\n“Yessir!” He saluted with his paw on his brow, his blushing face streaked with dark and viscous ropes.\n\nHumphrey loved that sight; seeing Mooch having so much fun made him feel warm on the inside. \n\nBut now wasn’t the time for feelings, not yet anyway. He had an Alpha to skullfuck, and only so much daylight to do it.\n\nBesides, his mouth wasn’t the only thing he’d be claiming today.\n\nSo he kicked himself into gear and slammed his hips forward, practically spearing the back of Garth’s throat with a singular, messy impact to his lips.\n\n“Suck.” He snapped, grabbing the ginger wolf’s ears tight and holding him against his knot. “Do it good enough, and you might get the knot too. If you’re lucky.”\n\nDespite his dominant exterior, Garth really knew how to suck a dick. It was a thing Humphrey was familiar with, but it never ceased to amaze him. \n\nThen again, if he -a top, through-and-through- could have the ass of a pro, then a so-called dom like Garth could have a great mouth too. It only seemed fair.\n\nAnd by the time he was done with him, it would be as good as Mooch’s. He would make sure of that, and there was no better way to start than this.\n\nHe pulled back, revved his hips with a wiggle, and rammed forward again, savoring Garth’s muffled grunt as he took him from tip to knot in half a second flat. He pulled back again, letting his tip slip out of that warm and moist maw for just a spit moment, and watching as the wolf below him peered upward to meet his eyes. They were dimmer than before; a little sex-clouded, but the fire was still there. \n\nStill, he made no resistance as Humphrey rammed back in, so that counted for something. He took him down to the knot like it was nothing, suckling and slobbering all over every last one of those ten throat-destroying inches, and all without so much as a word or plead. He had to admit, the Alpha wolf was good.\n\nBut they were better.\n\n“Hey, Mooch.” He tossed those words his way, and in a second, his friend resurfaced with another sticky pop, gasping for breath with one massive inhale. “You up for taking an order or two?”\n\n“Maybe.” There was some real sarcasm in Mooch’s voice now; the overriding lust in the clearing seemed to be making him a bit sassy. “You got an idea?”\n\n“Yeah, and a real good one.” Humphrey smirked devilishly. “You in the mood for a change of position?”\n\nAs if to give his reply without words, Mooch dragged his tongue along the underside of Garth’s length with a slobbering lick, slurping up the sides and gulping down the ropes of pre that spurted out in response.\n\n“But I’m not done yet!” He whined like a pouting pup, but the slight snark in his voice never quite left; like a pup pulling a tease. “I still haven’t made him blow.”\n\nHumphrey waved a paw with a scoff, idly slamming Garth in the back of the throat like the thrust of a choking spear.\n\n“He’s got a lot more in his than just one load, you know. Like me!” He thumbed his chest with a claw, and that blush on Mooch’s muzzle deepened by a shade, his eyes sparkling with that so-familiar, worshipful glaze. “Besides, we gotta keep the big guy on his toes, right?”\n\nMooch seemed to agree. He scratched his chin with a claw for a second, and nodded. \n\n“Hmm, good point. Lead the way, sir!”\n\nAnother sticky gasp filled the clearing, but this time, it was Garth’s throat it was coming from. Humphrey yanked every last inch he had out of his maw in one clean go, leaving his muzzle empty and stringy with spent precum, and no-doubt desperate for more. He didn’t need any confirmation on that one. He knew Garth was feeling it, he didn’t need proof. They always needed more.\n\n“You doing alright down there, Barf?” He leered down at him, and their eyes only met for a split second as he glanced up, before Garth diverted his gaze to what seemed like a random direction. Clearly, he was doing anything to avoid eye contact as he panted and gasped for air. “We’re not tiring you out too soon, are we?”\n\nAt first, Garth only sat there and caught his breath. But one wipe of his mouth later, that signature confidence was starting to trickle back, and he smirked up to meet Humphrey’s gaze head-on.\n\n“Didn’t you learn anything from the… last time we fucked... coyote?” His breath was returning to him, yes. But not fast enough. “It’s gonna take… a lot more than your dick in my mouth to… tame me. You gotta do… better than that!”\n\nHumphrey couldn’t tell whether his bigger wolf’s challenge was intentional or not, but one glance toward Mooch told him all he needed to know:\n\nIt didn’t matter. They were going to wreck him anyway.\n\n“Don’t you worry,” Humphrey’s smirk was taking on that devilish quality again, and he bared his fangs with a growl. “We will. Won’t we, pup?”\n\n“Uh-huh.” Mooch nodded, flipping a lock of sandy mane out of his eyes with a surprisingly-sensual motion. “You’re gonna fuck you up real good!”\n\nIt was a little on-the-nose, but Humphrey couldn’t have come up with a way to say it better if he had tried.\n\n“Anyway,” Humphrey leered, firing a grin Mooch’s way. “I’m getting bored of all this foreplay, it’s time to get you broken in. I hope you saved your voice up, ‘cause you’re gonna howl yourself hoarse by the time we’re done with you!”\n\nFor the first time in several minutes, he saw Garth scoff. Somehow, even as his mouth dribbled and his eyes had started to glaze over, it still looked right.\n\n“Do your worst.”\n\nThat was all he said; it was all he needed to say.\n\n“Mooch,” He snapped, and the other wolf followed by snapped to attention. “You know what to do.”\n\nThere was a spark in his chocolate eyes; he saw it, and Mooch knew he did. The bigger wolf smirked, blushing deeper, looking more and more drunk by the second as their idea connected without words.\n\nBut he said them anyway.\n\n“Lower the boom?”\n\n“Lower the boom.”\n\nGarth looked confused for a second, but that expression was replaced by another one in record time. He flitted his gaze between them, head tilted to the side as he tried to parse the meaning, but it didn’t matter whether he understood or not.\n\nHumphrey watched as Mooch straightened up, leaving the Alpha’s cock twitching and smeared with copious loads of spit and its own spilled pre, and turned on the spot. Just like the previous day, Mooch whipped around with surprising speed, baring that blonde-furred rump in all its size with a confident sway and backward bump that made the whole package bounce and wobble, and Humphrey ate up every second. He was both admirer and instructor, and he both watched on and supervised and Mooch showed off everything he had to give, smirking drunkenly over his shoulder with a ravenous lick to his chops, before lining up, raising his fat ass into the air with an upward arch of his tail, and bringing it down hard.\n\nHe had rarely seen Mooch slam this hard. Not since they broke up their most recent fight had he brought his back-end down with so much force; Humphrey was sure it was strong enough to break a bone or two. \n\nEither way, Garth’s face said it all. In a moment's time, the smug look that was settling on his face was wiped away. His eyes widened, pupils shrinking to the size of tiny emerald pebbles. His fangs bared themselves in utter shock, no longer gleaming in the light as their combined shadow totally eclipsed him for the nth time that day. His entire muscled form was crushed in an instant, folding and sinking into the dirt beneath him. And at last, an earsplitting yelp filled the clearing from wall to wall, only matched by the fleshy clap of larger wolf’s rumpcheeks as they crashed down onto him, utterly overwhelming him with force enough to shatter a lesser wolf’s hips.\n\nHe didn’t say anything; for all Humphrey knew, the impact had knocked the wind out of him. He didn’t growl or snarl even a single bit, or make any other noise save for a shocked whimper of a whine. And when Mooch smirked back at him, his fangs were the ones gleaming now, and the Alpha wolf shrank back.\n\nThere was one thing that Garth was bound to enjoy, though: Mooch’s slam had been aimed down to the last square inch, and the raging shaft that had just seconds ago been stuffed down the tubby wolf’s throat was now being held perfectly between those plump and blonde-furred cheeks, still twitching and spurting its pre-load all over the curves to stain his fur dark, and make it sticky.\n\nHumphrey knew the feeling better than Mooch understood; even as his friend settled over that throbbing length, his cheeks and tailhole alike being quickly coated with hot and sticky fluid, he still couldn’t help but feel it behind him too. It was like a phantom pressure, an invisible mass holding and spreading his glutes wide around his amazing girth. He couldn’t tell whether it was a growl from Garth he might have failed to hear, the impact of Mooch’s body when he raised and slammed down a second time, or just his own imagination, but he swore he felt his ass jiggle in place.\n\nRegardless, now wasn’t the time for that. He sprung back into action, adjusting his position just slightly before ramming himself back down the Alpha’s throat. Instead of coming from the side, he straddled Garth lengthwise, not caring one bit if Mooch was within huffing and licking distance of his backside as he did.\n\nIn fact, after he slammed deep, claiming Garth’s throat with a forceful shove, he pulled back, and gave his fat rump a teasing wiggle into the other Omega’s blushing face as he did. \n\nAfter all, who said he couldn't use both ends at once? \n\nHe thrust in, and Garth took him down to the knot with an obvious whine. He hadn’t even been trying to hide that one, that much was obvious by the way his cock was battered by the sound waves enough to unload a gush into his belly. He returned the sound with a domineering growl, and pulled back with a mighty tug, letting Mooch’s ass collide with his, and savoring every last wobble and quake that spread from cake to cake. Their huffs synchronized, their eyes met over those mounds of rump, and their tails brushed by one another almost enough to coil.\n\n“You feel that, moose?” He snarled, looking Garth in the face just to watch him melt further. “That’s the taste of defeat, bitch. You never stood a chance!”\n\nGarth might have tried to squirm, or to make a noise, but another mouth-filling ram from Humphrey and another downward slam from Mooch stopped both in their tracks. He pulled back again, this time making sure to give the wolf beneath him a better view of the action around back, as their fat asses knocked and clapped together as one.\n\n“Never stood a chance.” \n\nHe said it darker this time, uttered it from deeper in his throat, and just like that Garth’s eyes dimmed further. \n\n“There’s only one Omega here, big guy. And it’s not one of us.”\n\nIt was Mooch that had said that, and Humphrey had to admit, he had actually said something hot. He crashed their rumps together again and threw a proud smirk his way, and even though Mooch’s worshipful side was starting to come out again, he never lost his grin.\n\nGarth seemed to try and struggle again, but it was so slight that it was almost like he hadn’t. A muscle flexed in his back, his front paws made a feeble attempt to budge Mooch’s weight, but they had only just begun to fail when Humphrey’s own came down hard, pinning them above his head with a dusty crash.\n\n“Like he said,” Humphrey smirked down at him, increasing his speed until his knot rammed mercilessly against the Alpha’s suckling lips. “You’re the Omega here, bitch. We’re the fuckin’ Alphas now!”\n\nHe filled Garth’s maw one more time, and pulled back to make another ass collision. But when their rumps were supposed to collide, the angle was off; wrong somehow. He peered over his shoulder, and just as he laid eyes on the sight behind him, a deep and desperate moan shook his shaft down to the very nerves.\n\nMooch wasn’t riding Garth’s cock anymore. He was taking it. \n\nThere had been no orders. He hadn’t been told to do anything. For the second time that day, Mooch took the initiative, smacking his tail down on those cakes to make them wobble in a golden frenzy as he lined up and sank down onto every last inch Garth had to give. That spit-lubed cock slipped so easily up his tailhole, gaping and stretching his friend’s entrance wide (even wider than Humphrey had imagined, now that he was up close), but Mooch didn’t falter for a second. He just let out a moan, a much softer and quieter one, as he took Garth to the knot, letting it spear and stretch him wide like it was nothing at all.\n\nMooch cast that same smirk back over his shoulder; so composed, so confident, so perfect in its inebriated haze. Humphrey couldn’t help but feel pride well up in his chest like he’d never felt before, and he hoped that warmth he was feeling in his face wasn’t a blush of his own.\n\nHe turned his attention back to Garth, and kept pounding away. Him and Mooch were quickly moving in unison, slamming forward just as he dropped his weight, pulling back as he rose, pounding the bigger wolf into submission. But Humphrey was the one with the best view; he got to see the light gradually leave his eyes, got to see them flutter and roll up in an ecstatic fog. Garth had started to break a long time ago, but now, he was breaking down by the second. And on top of that, his mouth was pretty damn good. It never lost its cock-sucking skill, even as its owner was rapidly getting lost in his own instincts.\n\nHe thrusted harder, pounded faster, and growled so much that he tuned it out. He didn’t realize he had been doing it for the past minute until it occurred to him.\n\n“Fucking… take it, bitch…!” His voice was straining a bit, and he was rapidly becoming aware of just how much his hips were starting to hurt. They clearly weren’t as recovered from the previous day as he thought, but that didn’t stop him from giving it his all, ramming his shaft down Garth’s throat, his throbbing knot against his lips, and his ass against the one behind with a quick and pulse-pounding tempo. “Don’t think I’m gonna skip out on giving you this knot…! You want it real bad… huh?!”\n\nGarth didn’t nod, the cock in his throat prevented that from happening. But Humphrey didn’t need the gesture to figure out the answer. The so-called Alpha’s approval was practically telepathic.\n\nBut they were nowhere near done. He could easily save that for later, so he would. Besides, Mooch needed to have his fun too.\n\nThey worked him over in unison for some time after that, and as minutes crawled (or maybe sped?) by, the steam valve that was Humphrey’s stamina threatened to blow. Every thrust brought with it less inhibition, less control, and in no time at all, he was feeling drunk himself. It didn’t take much to bring him to the edge; every suckle on every inch of his cock, every slam of their fat asses together, only made the pressure rise, building until the valve whistled like a kettle about to burst. He was hunching over Garth now, delivering pound after pound down his throat, but it still wasn’t enough.\n\nEven if he were to blow, he still wouldn’t be satisfied. And he knew Mooch wouldn’t be either. He might not have been able to see his too-thick cock firing off, but he could smell it, gushes of precum and intoxicating musk filling the clearing with every twitch and slam. It wouldn't be long for him either.\n\nSo, he jumped into action, and took the reins.\n\n“Hey, pup.” He huffed over his shoulder, knocking their rumps together with an especially-hard ram. It had almost been enough to knock the bigger Omega off his center of gravity, but he stayed firm, only slowing his relentless riding by a few beats. “You ready for a switch-up? You know, get a change of pace going?”\n\nMooch’s eyes lit up, and he panted with no attempt to hide his excitement, tongue lolling out of his mouth. \n\n“You bet…!” He nodded. “Anything you want, sir!”\n\n“That’s what I like to hear, bitch.” Their eyes met yet again, and Humphrey took his eyes off Garth to look Mooch dead in the face, fang-baring smirk ablaze. “Get off him. I’m gonna put you to work.”\n\nHe had rarely seen Mooch’s eyes light up so fast. He might have been a brand new wolf, but a little bit of force from him, and he was putty in his paws. He had clearly been having fun taking the reins, but his real love was always worship.\n\nNot just worship; but worshiping him. And there was very little in the world Humphrey loved more than that.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, Garth had a reaction to something. He seemed legitimately shocked when Mooch rose and didn’t come back down, letting his precum-oozing shaft slip out of his hole with a messy, sticky slurp. Sure, Mooch let out a groaning moan as he did, sounding reluctant, but his body language was almost dismissive, like Garth was nothing but a cock for him to ride.\n\nNo, Humphrey was his real prize. And he would further prove that with what came next.\n\nWhen it was turn to climb off, he did, but not before splaying out of the forest floor and giving his shaft a squeezing pump from knot to tip. Mooch knew that signal, and before he knew it, the bigger Omega was falling over himself to get between his legs, slurping and slobbering all of his shaft like the dutiful pup he was. He had been expecting that.\n\nBut what he hadn’t been expecting what came next.\n\nHe hadn’t expected for victory to come so soon.\n\nGarth forced his way up, shaking his head vigorously from side to side, like there we cobwebs in his fur. Humphrey knew the feeling all too well, but it had never hit him as hard as it was hitting him. Normally, a few good shakes cleared out an unwanted thought or two, but the longer Mooch worshiped and slobbered between his hind legs, the more often Garth was looking their direction, his expression lax and his mouth starting to hang open.\n\nHe would have shot the other wolf a telling glance, but he wanted to see what would happen without it. The invitation was a subtle one, so subtle that he wondered whether Garth got it, but as Mooch took him down to the knot again, moaning desperately around his cock like the good bitch he was, Garth witnessed it too.\n\nThey both watched Mooch go at it, but out of the two of them, Garth was the only one of them that drooled.\n\nHumphrey knew that look; enraptured, entranced, jealous. He wished he was in Mooch’s place. He wanted to be there, sharing what Humphrey had to give. The single strand of precum-laced spittle down his rusty fur said it all, and his lust-clouded eyes widened when he felt it. That face said more than words ever could have, and for the first time in a minute, Humphrey snorted.\n\nThey had him. He couldn’t live without his cock and musk now. He couldn’t draw a single breath if their scent wasn’t saturating it. And at least for as long as they were in the clearing…\n\nHumphrey tasted leather, and felt that invisible leash in his fangs again. His blue eyes glinted, and just as he made an imaginary tug, they both responded. Mooch took him to the knot again, ravenously attempting to fit those two globes of meat past his lips, and Garth took a step forward, that spark just barely still alight. \n\nHe snapped his fangs tight around both of their leashes, pulling them taut, and an instant, he had not one wolf between his legs, but two. \n\nAs supposedly dominant as Garth claimed to be, he had never seen him look so ravenous, so hungry for cock. As as he pounced to the base of Humphrey’s dick, kicking up dust when he skidded to a stop with the tips of his claws in the dirt, he had rarely seen a wolf look so desperate. \n\nHe loved it. He couldn’t get enough, not when Mooch was pulling back to the tip with an audible slurp, letting Garth’s muzzle come close to drink up his scent by the lungful, huff after huff, and giving his sopping tongue space to lick and slobber all over every available inch. Garth’s hunger was immediately acted on, and he doubted that the big Alpha even knew what he was doing anymore.\n\nGarth and Mooch weren’t between his legs for long, but they didn’t need to be. He put his paws heavily down on their heads, dug his claws into the thin fur between their ears, and grinned the broadest grin he had all day as they cleaned and mopped him up. Garth slobbered all over the base, knot, and lower half, while Mooch got the luxury of the upper half and spurting tip. After all, he would only give the best for his favorite pup.\n\n“That’s it, boys.” He growled from deep in his chest. “Clean me up, like good bitches. That’s right…”\n\nHe was the Alpha now. He always had been. And what came after only cemented that.\n\nMooch and Garth both let out identical gasps when he stole that shaft away from them, slapping it messily down on their muzzles with a cocky sparkle in his eye. \n\n“Thanks for the cleanup, bitches.” He leered with a not-so-subtle scoff, watching from above as they panted and heaved for breath. “But now, it’s on to the real fun.”\n\nHe made eye contact with Garth; there was a spark left, but it was dim. Really, it didn’t matter. The new-and-improved Mooch was proving to be a success. What harm could there be in a little glimmer of initiative, a little spark of defiance? It was what made Shakey so fun, after all.\n\nAnd besides, that’s what they were here for. He couldn’t let his adrenaline get in the way of that, no matter how cute the big Alpha looked like this.\n\nSo he let him keep that spark for the time being, patting his chest with a heavy thump of his paw, while he worked his spit-shined shaft in the other.\n\n“Climb up, Alpha bitch.” He snapped at the bigger wolf in front of him, eyes gleaming with a fire Garth wished he could emulate. “Let’s get round two started, yeah?”\n\nMooch gave his whole body a rough shake, shuffling away to give Garth some room.\n\n“What about me?” His ears perked up, and Humphrey swore he heard some real concern in his voice. “What am I going to be doing, sir?”\n\nHumphrey would have put a reassuring paw, but he was too busy huffing heavily, bracing himself as Garth’s large and muscled form lowered itself onto him rump-first. He gripped the large Alpha’s hips with his claws, guiding him down with his usual cocky grin until his shaft was stuffed right down the middle of his thick and muscled backside, and his heavy weight had settled comfortably on top of his smaller frame.\n\n“Watch.”\n\nWith one deft movement, one that even seemed to surprise Garth, Humphrey hooked his front legs under his stronger, ginger-furred pair. He seized Garth’s whole body with that one swift motion, giving his tailhole a prod with his tip, and savoring the feeling of it buckling slowly inward. He could feel it already; the fiery heat, the velvety but crushing tightness, the bulge and curve of his cheeks shaking and wobbling against his knot and hips with every thrust. He needed it, as much as he needed water to drink, or air to breathe, or food to eat.\n\nSo he did what his inebriated instinct told him to, pulled the larger wolf down until his chest pressed firmly into his back, and rammed his hips upward. Humphrey slammed his lower body skyward, and the moment he felt Garth’s last defense give way to accept his shaft deep into him, he pulled down on the bigger wolf’s frame, crashing their bodies together with an impact that seemed liable to shake the ground. \n\nHe had never filled Garth this fast before, but he seemed to take it pretty well. He had never filled his hole this quickly, stuffed him this swiftly, this mercilessly, but he didn’t seem to mind.\n\n“Fuck yes…!!” He snarled, grinding his knot against that accepting entrance with slow and agonizing grinds. “Take that cock, bitch!!”\n\nThe moan that hit his ears could have made him blow right then and there. The moment their bodies even began to connect, Garth’s voice soared, screaming out with an ecstatic vocalization that he bet could have been heard a mile away. The so-called Alpha, with his huge dick and muscled frame, moaned like a female in throws of her first heat the moment his rump was stuffed, and as Humphrey’s first thrust began two, and two became a pounding rhythm, it never subsided even by a decibel.\n\nIn fact, when Humphrey’s cock began to unload and his sensual growls returned, aimed right at that sunset-orange ear, he only screamed all the louder for it.\n\nBut Garth and him weren’t the only ones having fun. He cast that fang-bared grin down at Mooch, who seemed to simultaneously perk up and shrink back when he looked up to meet him. Humphrey’s dug his claws into his new bottom’s hips, using strength he didn’t know he had to make his lower half rise and fall with that established, pounding rhythm. And when his shaft came into view, coming within a strand of fur’s breadth of popping free with every pull upward and thrust against the dirt, Mooch drooled. \n\n“Worship.” He snapped at the chubby wolf below him, growling from deep in his throat. “Show me how much you love my cock.”\n\nIt didn’t take long for Mooch to do as he was told, but he could still spare a few seconds.\n\n“Ass to mouth?”\n\nMooch’s question didn’t seem to be so much a genuine query, as much as a snarky remark of disbelief.\n\n“Really? You want me to worship you, while you’re inside another wolf?”\n\nHe was smirking now, grinning that drunk and dazed grin Humphrey loved so much up at him, the one that made his chest swell with excitement and his cock throb in pride.\n\n“Yeah,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious and normal thing in the world. “What, you grossed out or something? I thought you’d do anything I told you.”\n\nHe got his answer within a second, because when Humphrey pulled Garth up again for another upward slam, the familiar feeling of Mooch’s tongue slobbering itself over his exposed and pre-smeared shaft was the next thing he felt. It was like a jolt going up his length, zapping up to the tip and back down again, rejoining his nervous system to spread throughout his body like lightning hitting a tree. The current flowed into every nerve it could, filling him with its sudden and pleasurable shock in the span of a second, all from that one simple lick. And when Mooch’s tongue flicked off of his already-pleasured shaft, he unloaded a round of pre that was so intense it squirted out to streak his face.\n\n“N-not at all, sir!” He huffed, stammering just a bit before slobbering up that sticky, musky load and gulping it down in one slow swallow, like red from his lips after a particularly good bite of caribou. “It just sounds so hot...!”\n\n“Then by all means,” Humphrey leered down at him, giving his shaft a heavy, showy flex before resuming his rhythm, and letting Mooch’s tongue begin its newest assault at the slightest sign of crimson flesh. “Get busy!”\n\nAgain, him and Mooch were working as one. He pounded Garth with everything he had, making those muscled, ginger cheeks jiggle and clap against his lap with every drop of his weight and every slam upward of his hips, crashing their bodies together again and again while the larger wolf squealed himself hoarse. Down below, Mooch was capitalizing on every movement he made, never missing an inch over any portion of cock he could get his lips (or tongue) on, never missing a beat in their perfect, synchronized rhythm.\n\nThis was perfect. There was no other word for it. Even as lust-clouded and buzzed as he was, as drunk as he was becoming on the sounds and sights and feel of the moment, he could at least tell that much. His senses were starting to smear, his hearing was starting to dull, and for the first time all day, he had to manually keep his tongue in his mouth.\n\n“Fucking take it, Alpha bitch…!” He snarled, gritting his fangs with a strain in his voice he only noticed until it was too late. Like it or not, he was near to bursting again, and no amount of denial would change that. But he just pounded harder, slamming through it as the pressure continued to rise dangerously high. “That’s all you are now…! Just a big, moaning bitch around my dick…!!”\n\nIt went on like this for some time. He pounded up from below, ramming his knot demandingly against Garth’s spasming backdoor, and Mooch serviced him every step of the way, through every slam, throb, and rebounding spurt of pre. But even Humphrey had to admit; he had his limits, and he was approaching it faster than he liked. The steam valve was whistling again, ready to burst, and he found himself so deep in his lustful haze that he didn’t want to stop it. \n\nHe rammed upward, slamming away, bringing Gath down again and again, and he wasn’t sure if his tongue was in his mouth anymore. He couldn’t have been sure whether he was still growling, talking, or just moaning out with the rest of them. He couldn’t tell what part of his exposed shaft Mooch was slobbering over at any given time. It was all just bleeding together, and he couldn’t have cared less; the warm pleasure of that rising tide was enveloping his body from nose to tail, and before he had even noticed, his eyes rolled back, and the valve finally exploded.\n\nHe had rarely ever had a climax like this: so explosive, so powerful, so well-earned. He couldn’t have held it in any longer if he had tried, but he found, as he buried himself in Garth’s depths one last time, let his balls tighten up against his body, and allowed his cock to blow, he didn’t want to hold it in. He didn’t care, not about his image, not about his stamina, not about anything. All he wanted was the release, and he got it with a detonating flair. \n\nHumphrey had rarely seen fireworks, or heard a cork pop, but he supposed that this was what it felt like. All that pressure, all that color and vibrancy, erupted out of him, flooding Garth to his brim in a matter of seconds. It was all he cared about, for that moment at the very least.\n\nBut he wasn’t completely ignoring the world around him. Even as his body flooded with endorphins and surged with adrenaline through every last vein, he still had enough attention to give to the others; not a ton, but just enough. \n\nIt didn’t take him long, for instance, to tell that Mooch’s mouth was no longer on his shaft. The moment he hilted and refused to pull back, that had been Mooch’s signal to swap his focus, and like the new-and-improved bitch he was, he took matters into his own maw. He traded one length for another in a second, swapping out Humphrey’s buried and bursting dick for Garth’s spurting, twitching monster in the second it took to suck in a breath. Whether it was just to have something in his mouth or to suck down any climax he could find, Humphrey would never know, but as he watched Mooch take Garth down to the knot, deepthroating that gushing and throbbing Alpha length in a split second’s time with amazing and baffling speed, he didn’t really care.\n\nBesides, he couldn’t possibly have gotten into the mind of a bottom. His brain just wasn’t wired that way, they all knew that.\n\nBut whatever Mooch had been thinking didn't matter. Clearly, Garth was doing something more his speed: cumming his brains out. If his body language hadn’t told him that was the case, the fact that his filled and gaped hole was spasming and squeezing rapidly down on his cock from all angles at such a rapid pace that he could barely keep up would have spoken volumes about it. He might have been baring his teeth, head tilted back and hips making little shoving rams of his own against Mooch’s dutiful lips, but his tailhole was milking Humphrey for all he was worth, squeezing out every last drop of everything he had to give, and earning way more than it bargained for. The moment Humphrey’s climax began, he was already overflowing; that much had been obvious by the sticky warmth plastering his lower body, or the streaks of white that painted Mooch’s face even a minute later.\n\nIt was a jumble, a mess, out-of-order. His thoughts were both flying all over the place and singularly focused on the act at paw. He was in the moment and distracted. But there was a single, certain element to it all.\n\nHe was cumming his brains out too, and filling the biggest Alpha he knew while he did it. That was good enough for him.\n\nHe had no idea how long it lasted. It could have been seconds, or even minutes. This kind of thing typically happened when he came this hard, but when his high had started to ebb away, his head started to clear. Fleshy smacks and tired moans hit his ears, his vision started to clear, and the haze eventually started to settle. \n\nGarth was still flush with his body, his knot still not inside yet (not that it mattered, it wasn’t time for that yet), but the first thing he felt was his weight. The Alpha wolf was heavy, he had to give him that. He hadn’t realized how much weight he had on him, or how much his hips were starting to hurt, but now, the facts of the matter where starting to become a bit more clear.\n\nHis lower body ached, his milked-dry length twitched in a strange combination of pain, exhaustion, and an overwhelming afterglow; it was the kind of pain and tiredness he could deal with, the kind that only came as a backlash to intense pleasure flooding his body, so he didn’t even think of complaining. He didn’t push Garth off of him, even though he knew he probably had the strength to do it given how he was so weakly holding himself straight up. Instead, he just lay there, letting the comforting blanket of endorphins settle over them all for a few more brief, restful moments.\n\nWell, that is, until the action kicked back in. It always did.\n\nHumphrey could have counted down from five. He did count down from five, on the toes of his right paw lazily against the dirt, and when it hit zero…\n\n“I’m not your… bitch!”\n\n“I’m sorry?”\n\nThat was all he needed to say. As tired as he was, Humphrey still had the energy to sit up a bit and shoot out those few words with as much of a snarky chuckle and sarcastic grin as he could manage.\n\nBut Garth was acting anything but playful. The bigger wolf put his weight down a little bit, clearly steadying himself to stop from toppling over, and in pure Alpha style, used that steadying motion to pull himself up and off. \n\n“You called me… your bitch.” He said, a noticeable growl in his throat, even as he slowly pulled his body off of Humphrey’s frame, letting that cum-smeared length gradually slip free from his equally cum-oozing tailhole until the tip popped free, and the remnants of his hot and gooey load leaked and spilled out onto his lap. “Just a minute ago. Don’t think… just because you fucked me a few times… that changes anything…!”\n\nGarth looked back, and Humphrey was a little surprised to see his expression: he looked tired, yes, but more than anything, he was grinning back at him, with that same level of cocky energy he always had.\n\n“I’m an Alpha, coyote.” He was speaking a bit clearer now, the first one to almost completely regain his full composure. Leaking and cock-gaped tailhole or no, Humphrey couldn’t deny the presence he had. This wasn’t a wolf that went down easily, and the thought made his belly flutter and his chest feel hot. “No Omegas in the world are going to… own me!”\n\nHe should have been intimidated. He really should have. If Mooch was conscious over there, he should have been too (he was certain he had passed out, by the looks of things). They both should have been falling under his superior Alpha shadow, and rolling over like good Omegas are supposed to, ready for whatever he could throw at them.\n\nBut he wasn’t. He met smirk with smirk, making the big Alpha yelp and jump with a single swat to his white-stained rump, and giving a growl of his own. He was recovering now too, and with every breath he took, his composure flooded back. By the time Garth’s sound of shock hit his ears, he was lazing back, paws behind his head, and hard-on raging again like nothing had happened.\n\n“Sure thing, moose.” He said smoothly, watching those ginger-and-cream rumpcheeks bounce and shake from the single smack alone. “You keep telling yourself that. We’ve been making you scream all day, and we’re gonna do it again ‘till you give up. We’ve got daylight; right, Mooch?”\n\nTruth be told, his call-out to the snoring wolf had been a bluff; he had no idea how deep his sleep was, but he had to at least try. \n\nLuckily, it paid off. The big Omega answered the call immediately, without a single second of delay. One moment, he was splayed out and looking lost in an exhausted, deep sleep. But the very next second, his eyes sprung open, and in a flash, he was up in a dutiful, straight-as-an-arrow sit. He looked a little worn-out, but he was at attention all the same.\n\n“Yes sir…!” He shot Humphrey a short and stiff salute, before relaxing and letting himself catch a few breaths. “We’ve got… all day! We’re not done with you yet…!”\n\n“You tell him, pup.” \n\nHumphrey shot him a glance, and Mooch’s rosy blush somehow became more prominent. It swelled up on his muzzle with the fullness of a blossoming flower, and the look seemed to knock him backward, off-balance, a bit. He had half a mind to ask him if he was okay, but the drunken snorting chuckle that issued from his muzzle as he straightened back up answered his question.\n\nHe was alright, he was just enamored. But with Mooch, what else was new?\n\n“Oh, I’ll tell him, Humph…!”\n\nHumphrey barely knew what happened. Either Mooch was too fast for him to react to, or he was in such a sex-drunk state that his memory was starting to flicker, but before he knew exactly how he got there, he and Mooch were standing in front of Garth, one fat and full ass pressing firmly against another, one gray and one the color of fresh sand.\n\nHe vaguely remembered the sight of Mooch trotting up to him, and the feeling of his tail wrenching him around, but he didn’t have time to think then, and he didn’t have time now. Him and his personal pup now stood ass-to-ass, backs arched, cheeks squishing so perfectly together, and shared smirks so hot they could have melted the trace amounts of rock in the soil beneath them into slag.\n\n“Or, we’ll tell him. Won’t we, sir? I -I mean, if you don’t mind!”\n\nMooch’s words rang in his ears, turning into the exact same sexual mush as everything else, and without a conscious input from him, their rumps rose in another instance of perfect unison, and Garth drooled down his front by just a tad when they bounced like a mirror was between them.\n\nHumphrey couldn’t have stopped himself from talking if he tried. Garth had straightened up by now, and the Alpha wolf licked his lips with a slow and hungry slobber, just as his monster of a knotted cock twitched heavily between his hind legs.\n\n“Does it look like I mind, pup?” Humphrey leered, doing the same and initiating the next Alpha-hypnotizing bounce. “Don’t worry, we will. I hope you’re ready for round two, bitch. ‘Cause we’re nowhere near done yet!”\n\nMooch started the next bounce, and Humphrey had to dig his claws into the dirt to stop his whole body from skidding forward. Their asses clapped together hard enough to make his ears ring, but he didn’t care one bit. It just made him harder, watching them wobble together like that.\n\n“I hope you’re ready, Alpha sir…!” Mooch grinned, that same expression as before plastered on his face, and never seeming to leave. “I hope you’re ready for us!”\n\nHe still sounded a little nervous, but that was understandable. \n\nBesides, Garth seemed to be enjoying it, so he couldn’t knock Mooch’s developing style. Garth was still standing tall, even if all it took was for Humphrey to make a simple tail-swat down onto his own rump to make the cracks start to show. When the smack rang out, and both asses quaked as one and against one another, Garth breathed just that little extra bit harder, and his knees looked a tiny bit weak up front. Just the way they both liked it.\n\nBut just as quickly as he wavered, Garth straightened up, flicking a messy lock of mane out of his eyes with a smirk that was surprisingly composed.\n\n“You said you’d show me your worst, Omegas.” He half-chuckled, huffing out a blast of breath that seemed to perfectly coincide with an idle wobble of their rumps, as if the air itself had jiggled their cheeks. “But I haven’t seen anything all that impressive yet! How about you two step it up a bit?”\n\n“Says the guy that was just moaning on my dick.”\n\nGarth brushed it off without a single word or gesture, but Humphrey knew his words had hit. Regardless, Garth didn’t respond to it at all beyond spacing his hind legs further apart, and giving his cock a might flex in their direction.\n\n“So, on to business. Let’s get this second round started already. ” He grinned with a light chuckle and a heavy leer, Mooch drooling shamelessly at the sight of yet another bead of pre welling up on Garth’s flexing tip. “So, which one of you is taking this dick first?”\n\nMooch was drooling again, but Humphrey only scoffed, breaking the rump-bump with a single, smooth motion. He rolled his eyes with a cocky and amused snort, only taking a few swift steps in the Alpha’s direction before whipping around again, and shoving that infamous backside of his mere inches from his smirking muzzle. It was such a practiced, perfect motion that he could have done it in his sleep, and once he had carried out the steps, he knew Garth’s entire field of vision was filled with what he had to show off. \n\nThe bigger wolf’s breath was so hot he swore he felt it sear his skin, so fiery he swore he smelled burning fur, but that didn’t stop him from giving that perpetually-teasing ass a few high and bouncing lifts, and shooting the wolf behind him his best smirk he had made all day as his tail gingerly draped its fluffy length over the curve of one of those immaculate mounds. Garth huffed, Humphrey showed off, and the throbs of the Alpha cock he was teasing matched his pulse to the last heartbeat. He might have been nowhere near the shaft itself, but he didn’t need to be; Garth’s pulse was that obvious.\n\nTheir eyes met, and he huffed out the nose again, arching his back just a bit more.\n\n“Like I’d ever even think about it.”\n\nAnd with that, he strode off again, robbing him of his sight as quickly as it had come. He took a few paces off to the side, turned again, and surveyed the both of them as Garth’s expression faltered for a second.\n\n“Showoff.”\n\nHe said that word somewhere between a growl and a snapping snarl, but all Humphrey did was snicker at it, desperate to hold back the fluttering heat filling him from the stomach outwards. His veins were on fire, his cock was throbbing, and his ass gave an idly jiggle from some source he couldn’t possibly have placed.\n\n“And a tease.” He added, smirking proudly and giving his out-of-sight hindquarters another lift. “Can’t forget that! I’m a tease, you’re a cock-slut in denial, we all have fun!”\n\nGarth growled just a bit more, but a quick shake of the head brought his voice back down again. Humphrey chuckled once more time, planting himself on the ground with a noticeable thud and sitting back.\n\n“Don’t even try to deny it either. We’re in round two now, Alpha bitch. We’re stepping it up a notch!”\n\nHe stood up suddenly, rejoining Mooch and resuming his previous position with a clap of two asses in one. They stood-rump-to-rump again, and their combined smirks could have put Garth’s best to shame multiple times over, the fire in their eyes enough to make him wince just from looking at them. He pressed his rump back and Mooch met him halfway, just in time for Humphrey to spy the Alpha wolf in front of them wiping a few beads of sweat on his pawpads off onto the ground.\n\n“I’m tired of this foreplay.” He leered smugly, shooting Mooch a burning look over his shoulder, and getting one back before they turned their attention back to the Alpha in front of them. “That is what the last round was, right Mooch?”\n\n“Oh yeah.” He chuckled, pressing back with a pleasured little groan. “Nothing but a warm up for the real thing…!”\n\n“That’s the spirit.” Humphrey met Mooch’s push in the middle, and Garth seemed to be sweating again. “So, are we gonna kick-start this or not?”\n\nIt didn’t take any longer than a second for the smack to come. This time it wasn’t his tail, or even Mooch’s, but Garth’s ginger paws coming down right on their backsides, each muscle-bound set of digits and claws sinking deep into their presented rumpcheeks with obvious, cushy impressions.\n\n“I’m just as tired as you are, Omegas.” He snarled, grinning so wide his fangs gleamed white and his eyes glowed with a verdant shimmer. “Let’s get this going again, before I fuck you both right here and now.”\n\nHumphrey only bounced their rumps together yet again, resisting the urge to dig a fang into his lip when Garth’s expression began to melt again, falling a little bit when their respective asses collided mere inches from his muzzle. \n\nIt didn’t matter how much he pretended, Garth always crumbled in the end. And it wouldn’t be long before he did it again; not long at all.\n\n“You can try.” Humphrey rolled his eyes, pressing back just a little bit harder, until Mooch’s claws dug audibly into the dirt. “But you risk getting plowed! I hope you like knots, bitch.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The first thing Humphrey felt when he regained consciousness was his back hitting the ground. His whole body slammed into the forest floor with a loud thud, and the impact knocked him back to his senses in an instant. One second, time was meaningless, and he saw black; the next, everything was back, like an engine or lightbulb turning spontaneously on.

He couldn’t say he blacked out often. If nothing else, losing consciousness due to the sex just being that good was a new, exciting experience.

His chest heaved and his heart pounded. He was panting for breath, so fast he felt lightheaded. His brain was starting to reboot, one neuron firing up at a time, and his senses were starting to trickle back along with his basic function. It was like he had been shocked awake. Maybe it was just the state he was in, but he couldn’t remember when it had happened, or what triggered it.

Come to think of it, he couldn’t really remember the last hour all that well either. He recalled bits and pieces -the highlights of his and Mooch’s session- but everything else was surprisingly fuzzy. The last thing they had gotten up to, nearly fifteen minutes of mutual edging from every angle and position he could imagine, stuffing both of Mooch’s holes with wild abandon, was probably the reason for the blackout. He supposed the memories would focus up later, but for now, it remained an ecstatic, pleasure-filled blur.

Not that he minded.

Either way, he knew one thing as clear as day right now: he was exhausted. He didn’t need a fully-functioning brain to know that.

Humphrey was, for the first time in several days, totally wiped out. His legendary stamina had finally seemed to reach its end (for the time being anyway), and the only thing he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep like a rock. Just the idea of even a single touch between his legs was enough to make him flinch.

But there were things he needed to do, and a nap wasn’t one of them.

If he was this tired, Mooch couldn’t be doing much better. Just from the way the bigger wolf hit the forest floor next to him like a ton of bricks, gasping for breath and chest heaving as if he’d just run a hundred miles, he knew Mooch was at least twice as wiped out as he was. He really couldn’t blame him; the big Omega never had his stamina. He was surprised he even made it this long.

But maybe he would have to re-evaluate that. With Mooch’s sudden advancements, anything was possible at this point.

“Hey, buddy.” He spoke up after a while, checking to see if his sandy-blonde friend was still moving. “You alright over there?”

Mooch didn’t say anything, but flashed his weak, shaky thumbs-up in response. Humphrey chuckled, even though it hurt his chest.

“Good to hear you’re in such a lively mood. Not tired at all, are ya?”

“N-nope…”

Well, it was something. He knew for a fact Mooch wasn’t telling the truth, but he wouldn’t have been surprised.

“So, that means,” Humphrey strained to speak, but still managed to make his way up to standing. He found his footing shakily, his knees quivered for a second or two as his balance centered itself, just barely stumbling off to the side. “You still have another round in you, right? Think you could go longer?”

Mooch tried to do the same, but went limp before he had even begun to pull himself up. He only made it far enough to try to roll over, before flopping back down with another thud.

“All… night…!”

“Sure.” Humphrey’s textbook sarcasm was starting to trickle back, and the urge to tease was starting to come with it. Before he knew it, he had parked himself in front of his tired-out friend, watching his eyes go wide as his face fell into a large, dark, rump-shaped shadow. “You keep telling yourself that. You can’t even stand up, can you?”

“You’re… barely standing…!”

It was true. Maybe spacing his back legs apart for the sake of the pose had been a bad idea. His knees were buckling, and it took him suddenly digging his claws into the dirt to stop him from folding.

But he was still in the pose, and that was what mattered. Mooch didn’t seem to care either, and as he threw that rump back with a shockingly-loud clap, the bigger wolf seemed to perk up as well.

He had the energy to do that, at least.

“Holy…”

Mooch’s words were more of a breath than anything else, but Humphey heard them clear as day.

“See?” He smirked tiredly, realizing a lock of mane had fallen into his face, and flicking it out of the way. “I told you. I’ve got stamina for days, pup.”

“Yeah…” Mooch breathed again, a dopey, worshiping grin spreading across his muzzle. “Clearly…”

His friend’s eyes were so drunk and dulled, his head so vacant. It was his usual look, but it never failed to make Humphrey swell with pride. Well, that and a few other things. Suddenly, the idea of another round was starting to become appealing again.

But Mooch didn’t look to be in a position for any more action. He at least needed a few more minutes to catch up. So he held off on that, and gave his prized back-end another, lighter bounce, watching Mooch’s eyes yo-yo up and down with it down to the last showy jiggle.

“So, you’re tapped out, huh?”

To his lack of shock, Mooch nodded. It was a slow, resigned kind of nod, like he was reluctant to say it.

“Yeah…” Mooch sighed, showing that reluctance when he tried to pull himself up, but just went flat again. “Sorry, I think I’m kinda out of steam.”

After a few little bumps upward, Humphrey stilled his hips, shaking his head with a resigned chuckle.

“Yeah, not gonna lie, all that fun kinda wore me out too.”

“But it was… y’know, good for you, right?”

What was that supposed to mean? Humphrey looked over his shoulder and gave Mooch a questioning glance.

“Whadda ya mean? I called it ‘fun’, didn’t I?”

Humphrey hated it when Mooch did what he did next. He squirmed a little bit, huffing out the mouth and casting a glance off to the side.

‘Do you really think I’m… good enough to take on Garth? I mean, even with you! He’s just so…”

Mooch trailed off, but Humphrey could have thought of a hundred adjectives. He could have finished Mooch’s sentence himself:

‘Big’, ‘strong’, ‘hung’, ‘dominant’…

‘Powerful’, ‘sexy’…

‘Hot?’

Humphrey shook that thought out of his head as best he could, but the images of Garth that flashed through his mind burned themselves into his brain. The big Alpha wolf took on so many poses in an instant, some focusing on his cock, some on the other side, some in the sun, some under the moon. But he was smirking in all of them; that damn, fangy smirk he was so proud of. Humphrey was glad he could match him, at the very least.

‘Hot’, ‘studly’.

‘Attractive’.

‘Perfect’…

The words wouldn’t stop coming.

He only managed to stop himself when he realized he was starting to drool, and he snapped out of it with a flustered blink. He physically shook his head, but Mooch didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Extra?”

Yeah, that was a good word. Something to cut the quiet at any rate, even though it had only been for a second or two.

It was true, too. They all knew it, Garth most of all. Watching that dominant facade crumble was always the best part.

“Y-yeah, that.” Mooch continued, and Humphrey was back in the moment for good. “It’s just, I’m glad you taught me all this stuff. But he’s a lot, you know?”

“What?” Humphrey shot him a teasing look. “Are you kidding? Didn’t we just talk about this? You’re gonna be fine, buddy! You took his dick just yesterday, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but that was… different.” Mooch glanced off again. “I wasn’t trying to, like, dominate him or whatever. I was just having fun.”

“Mooch.” Humphrey put up a paw, not putting it down until he was well into his next few sentences. “Remember what you told me? You don’t wanna be a power bottom like Shakey? Then you don’t have to be! Leave the dominance stuff to me and the moose, you’ll do fine. It’s alright, you’re fine the way you are.”

“You, uh… you mean that.”

It wasn’t really a question. It was more of a statement.

“You mean that. I just have to do what you taught me, and it should be enough? I just pull out the stuff you taught me, about the confidence and stuff? That’s it?”

Humphrey nudged his nose up, and put on his most confident, most reassuring grin.

“Yep, that’s about it! You just be yourself, keep the confidence up, and we’ll break that big bitch! Sure, it's not gonna be permanent or anything, but I just wanna show him that that tough-guy act isn’t going to work forever, not around us. Teach him to loosen up a bit!”

There was some irony in that, but he didn’t have time to catch it. For the first time in a while, Mooch grinned smugly.

“Says the wolf with a tough-guy act. You really have to loosen up, dude.”

“H-hey!” Humphrey stammered, stepping away and robbing Mooch of his perfect view. The look on his face was like a pup getting his favorite stick taken away; forlorn and yearning, following his backside with his entire head until it disappeared from sight. “Is this because I won’t let you eat my ass just ‘cause you asked?”

Mooch managed to roll over this time, smirking up a smug storm and getting comfy. Humphrey had to admit, with his friend on his side like this, propping his head up the way he was, with his lip bit the way it currently was bit… he was kinda cute.

“Maybe. You do still owe me that.”

“I do not.” Humphrey almost spat some, turning fully to face him, and stealing the view away further. “I told you I’d think about it after we deal with Garth. What, did I fuck you so hard I messed with your brain?”

Mooch huffed out the nose, still wearing that smug expression. The more Humphrey looked at it, the more he liked it. He just wasn’t sure what to think about the sudden change of attitude.

“Maybe you did. Maybe I forgot.” Mooch’s eyes lidded a bit, smoldering golden against his sandy fur as a streak of sunset broke through the trees above. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Humphrey just waved a paw and started for the exit, swishing his tail moderately as he went. He passed Mooch, and flinched as he did, expecting a rump-slap that never came.

“I’m gonna go get some dinner, that’s what. I’m starving.” The forest floor rustled and Mooch slowly and heavily made his way up to standing, his legs shaking and threatening to collapse on him until he steadied his balance. “I bet you could eat a whole caribou, huh? Keep up, or it’ll all be gone by the time we get there.”

“Right behind ya, Humph…!”

Mooch struggled out those few words before heavily trotting after him, hanging slightly behind for a reason Humphrey could have easily guessed. “You’re right, we gotta hurry! Or it’ll be like that one time, when we had to go hunt squirrels till the moon came out.”

“Oh yeah, that.” Humphrey practically gagged when he said it, the memory from a few years ago flashing back. It hadn’t been a pleasant one, hunting small rodents just to grab a bite after a long, tiring day. “Don’t remind me.” He snapped his head back over his shoulder, watching Mooch’s jaw drop when he bumped his prized rump to the side with a truly impressive wobble. “Just for that, you’re getting edged for the whole fifteen minutes next time.”

Mooch only chuckled behind him, eyes following his best assets down to the last embellished sway and intentional bounce.

“That’s supposed to be a punishment?”



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The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. Him and Mooch made their way down to the valley, catching the end of dinner and managing to rustle up a leftover caribou haunch. It wasn’t much, but it was at least something, and they chatted away as they dug into it and stripped it to the bone.

To be honest, Humphrey was surprised there was anything left at all. The valley had long since emptied out, only a few stragglers making their ways back home as dusk burned on, casting the whole place in its usual orange glow. They passed by a wolf here or there, but aside from a few females chatting over the remains of a bone, or a couple taking some leftovers back to the den, he had rarely seen the valley this quiet.

Dinner came and went. By the time they were done, their bellies were full, the moon was out, and the last bit of energy was evaporating away. Mooch looked like he could barely stand, but the two of them said goodbye and went their separate ways anyway, leaving Humphrey to make his way back home by himself, alone and sated.

Well, the second thing wasn't all that true. Because a single sniff on the wind changed it, in the second it took to breath. Truth be told, he had been hoping to stop by and see if Garth was still awake.

The whiff of his scent made a shiver go down his spine, and from that second on, his evening plans changed. He wasn't even sure he had really smelled it, that it had really been there. For all he knew, it was a phantom scent, a stray thought made real for a flitting second. But he followed it anyway, not caring if it was real or not.

He was just looking for an excuse to see him, he knew it. Him; the wolf with the studly body, the gorgeous coat, and the eyes that made his whole body feel warm. Just the mental image of him made his belly flutter. How could he resist? It was just going to be a chat anyway, just to set up the next meet-up.

That was all. Just a chat. Just a simple conversation. He didn’t have any other motives.

Right?

That aside, his evening plans having been changed in a second, he followed that scent to its source. He knew the way to Garth and Lilly’s place like the back of his paw, and every step in that direction only made the scent stronger. Before he knew it, it was singeing the nerves in his nose, that seductive heat spreading one thrum of his heart at a time down into the pit of his stomach. He walked, absentmindedly following his muscle memory and nose out of the valley and around the craggy cliffside, until he came across an all-too-familiar break in the rock.

Those two really had good taste, he had to hand it to them. His and Kate’s den was nothing more than a small hollow in the cliff-face; it was roomy, and nice and cool in the day thanks to the smooth stone floor and walls, but it was simple. Humphrey had no idea how they had managed to snag it, but Garth had gotten lucky with this one.

He finally came to a stop, finding himself at the entrance of a large, cavernous split in the rock. It might have been the mouth of a cave system if he didn’t know any better, jagged and pitch-black against the moonlit crag in front of him. He had been here a couple of times before, but even without the moon and the overpowering smell assaulting his senses, it was always impressive.

“The perks of being the pack leaders’ kids, huh?”

Humphrey hadn’t realized he had said it out loud until he did, but he did notice the very voluntary, snorting chuckle with which he said it.

“I gotta tell Kate it’s time for an upgrade. They’re kinda outclassing us here…”

But he didn’t just come here to admire Garth’s den. He had a date with the wolf inside it, and it was time to get it started. So he started for the entrance, intent on giving the rock a knock at the very least, but a glint caught his eyes as soon as he took his first step.

“Oh, hello, Humphrey!” A voice spoke up, stopping him in his tracks. “I didn’t expect to see you up this late.”

The female approaching him certainly seemed happy to see him. Her voice was as delicate as her snowy fur, but as bright as the moonlight that was catching in her coat with a silvery glint, and chipper on top of it all. He knew that wolf from anywhere, even if the shine off her coat had caught his eye at an awkward angle and made him wince.

“Hey, Lilly.” His greeting was punctuated by a flustered chuckle, and it wasn’t just because of the momentary blindness. “Watch the moon! You, uh, kinda got in the eye there…!”

“Sorry.” She chuckled, and there was a twinge of playful guilt in her laughter that made Humphrey’s belly feel warm. He felt warm on the inside for the nth time that day, and for a second, an image of Kate flashed in his mind and refused to leave. Her golden fur, her gorgeous eyes, that musical laughter in her voice…

But as soon as it came, that feeling was evaporating away. Lilly’s next few words made the process complete, and he tuned back in as fast as he had tuned out.

This dry spell was going to kill him, he swore it. If it wasn’t the conflicting feelings that were constantly swirling around, it was the distance from her that was going to do him in..

“Sorry about your eyes.” Lilly’s delicate voice said, giggling for a second more before turning back to normal. “It’s just, Garth got me this really great pinecone the other day, and it’s been making my fur extra shiny. I always want to look my best for him.”

“Yeah,” Humphrey breathed, taking a glance at his backside, practically feeling Kate’s distinct breath all over it. “I know all about that.”

For once, Humphrey hoped that somebody wouldn’t notice. If it were any other wolf, he would have been flaunting till the birds flew south for the winter, all over every inch of them he could find. But not her, not Lilly.

It wasn’t just that Kate had forbidden him from getting with with other females. No, Lilly was… Lilly. She was too pure, too innocent, for the things he got up to. So, for the first time since he reached his target size a few weeks ago, he didn’t bring any attention to his hindquarters, and moved with calculated motions to keep it that way.

“Anyway,” He spoke, clearing his throat with no small amount of obvious nerves. “Speaking of the big guy, have you seen him around? Him and me need to have a little chat is all. Nothing serious, just a little talk between friends.”

For the first time since they met, Humphrey saw Lilly tilt her head, a knowing grin on her muzzle for a few lingering seconds.

“Just a talk? That’s all?”

The warm glow in Humphrey’s belly suddenly twisted into a knot. Of course Garth would be telling her things. The only question was how much she knew. He didn’t want to push, not yet, but the uncertainty, and curiosity, was starting to physically hurt.

“I would have thought you would be dropping by for… other reasons.” She continued, sounding surprised but not looking the part. “Well, whatever it is you’re going to be getting up to, Garth’s inside. I can leave you two alone if you want, I don’t mind!”

Humphrey put up a paw without thinking.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down!” He chuckled, more out of defense than anything else. “I’m not here for one of those kinds of chat, Lilly. No need to jump to conclusions here.”

“I’m not.” She shrugged, snowy tail swishing behind her. “I’ve just heard enough about you from Garth to know that things tend to get heated between you, so I think I’ll just give you some privacy. Just in case.”

He couldn’t argue with that. If Lilly was going to insist, there was no reason to cause a scene.

Besides, what if she was right? Just the thought of Garth was making his stomach burn again, and it took all his willpower to not start producing that aroused, musky scent. That would have just hurt his point.

“I mean, if you insist.” Humphrey shrugged. “But I promise, I’m just gonna talk to him.”

“Of course you will.” Lilly chuckled that musical laugh again, turning to walk off with another swish of her tail. “By the way, I see what Kate meant about your…” She cleared her throat, and for a flash of a moment, Humphrey swore he saw something sensual in her eye. Maybe it was just his overriding horniness that was constantly present, but he swore he saw it. “...features. I’ll see you around, tell her I said hi.”

“Y-yeah.” He stuttered for a moment, watching her go. “Will do.”

Humphrey watched her walk off, that same feeling still swirling around in his gut. Maybe he had misjudged her.

But he shrugged that off; it was a minefield he’d rather not wade into, not when Garth was already making him feel weird. So he turned and started to the entrance, finally delivering his intended knock.

“Hey! Barf!” He called out, only a decibel or two above speaking. “You up?”

A little rustle of movement came from inside the darkness, but given a few seconds, his eyes were starting to get used to it. Within a few moments, the inside of the den was as clear as day, helped along by a well-timed stream of moonlight, and its sole occupant was being illuminated with it.

There it was, that damn shimmer again. Humphrey laid eyes on Garth, just lying there against the smooth stone floor, fiddling idly with a claw, and his stomach practically turned. It was a pleasant sort of turn, a certain ratio of nervousness, conflict, and excitement that made him want to linger in the doorway, just to watch the bigger wolf exist in his natural state. He wanted to take him in, just to watch, just to enjoy the way the moonlight danced off of him. But his voice caught the Alpha’s attention, and he turned to look at him with a friendly grin on his face, and a sparkle in those emerald eyes.

“Ah, Humphrey!” He smiled, making his way hastily up to standing before he could get a good look between the legs. “I thought I heard you and Lilly out there. What made you drop by? Is something up?”

Humphrey had to admit, he was pretty jealous. The den was ever nicer on the inside, with its high ceiling and large, spacious floorplan. The area of the room was surprisingly big, and it might have just been the smell of Garth assaulting his nose, or the overriding horniness, but he could only imagine the acoustics. Whatever the two got up to, he was sure it sounded amazing. He had been right; they really did have him and Kate beat.

“Nah,” He waved a paw, as casually as he could despite the sudden increase in potency hitting his nose. “Nothing serious or anything. I just happened to be heading home, and thought I should drop by. Y’know, toss you an invite to the next meeting.”

“So they want me back, do they?” Garth’s demeanor changed a bit, a smirk making its way across his muzzle as he chuckled for a second. “That’s good to hear, I was worried I might’ve scared your Omega friends off for a sec.”

“What?” Humphrey scoffed, playful and teasing as he took a step closer. “No way, they’re in love with you! It’s just, I’ve been kinda busy lately, if you get me.”

He really shouldn’t have used those words, because their unintentional double-meaning crashed into him like a train. He hadn’t even meant it that way, but it came out that way. He had half a mind to seal his lips and react, but Garth hadn’t seemed to notice.

Besides, this wasn’t love. What him and Kate had was love; that was real. Garth was fun –moon above, he was fun- but he wasn’t like Kate.

He was fun, though. And hot. And hung. And perfect…

Humphrey shook his head, pretending to be shaking off a bug instead of an intrusive thought, and once again, Garth never took notice.

“Busy, eh?” Garth ribbed, joining him in the middle of the circular chamber with audible, echoing pawfalls from both of them. “I assume you mean plowing your other friends' rumps without me. You really should’ve invited me sooner. We could’ve been busy together!”

“Maybe I should have.” Humphrey shrugged, choosing not to mention anything about Mooch. No, that had to be a surprise. “But I’m inviting you now, aren’t I? Call it ‘better late than never’.”

“Sure, I’ll call it that.” Garth’s demeanor was really shifting now, and his scent was intensifying with it. With one more breath, the nerves inside his nose were starting to buzz. “And in that case, I accept. So, why don’t you tell me something about it? Is it gonna be another one of those full meetings, or something like what you and I got up to?”

Humphrey hadn’t even sucked in the breath necessary to talk before Garth was stepping up beside him. A few paces and their bodies were now in parallel, eyes on the other’s most important bits. At this distance, the smell was overwhelming.

Had Garth been expecting him? He didn’t smell this good all the time. He would have asked, but his brain was already set on something else. It would have to wait.

“‘Fraid I can’t say too much, moose.” The word landed like a ton of bricks, just like how Garth’s paw was coming down on his rump. The ensuing impact could have made the cave shake, and his suspicions about the acoustics were proven true. The smack echoed off the walls, only growing in fullness and timbre thanks to the wide, smooth walls and high vault overhead. He took that slap in his stride, and it was clear that Garth’s paw was there to stay, sitting there possessively on the curve of one of his cheek like the bigger wolf owned it. “That’d spoil the fun!”

“You’ve got a surprise for me, huh?” Garth was really cranking up the dial now, and in a second, any pretense of a friendly chat suddenly fizzled away. His claws sank into Humphrey’s fur, digging deep into the curve, and held themselves there no matter what he did. “I like surprises. I bet it’s a good one too.”

Garth’s sheath, that massive and plump thing, flexed between his legs. Humphrey’s did the same, only in response, and the scent nearly made him black out again. His boulderlike balls drew up against his rust-furred body, like a pair of wrecking balls, and settled with a swaying swing.

“If your surprise is as good as the last time,” He continued, “I know it will be. When’s the meeting, tomorrow?”

Humphrey only nodded at first. Any other wolf would have been mesmerized by the sudden show of sexual strength, but Humphrey was no ordinary wolf. Instead, he acted like he always did, and gave Garth a show of his own, doing the exact same thing down to the last impressive throb and swing.

If the whistle the Alpha wolf made didn’t say anything about how impressed he was, nothing would have been able to. But he whistled, and he whistled low, and that was what counted.

“Tomorrow. You’d better bring your all.”

“I could say the same to you.” Garth smirked, digging a fang into his lower lip, seemingly still enraptured by that one gesture. “Looks like you brought it already, though.”

“I’m always revving at a hundred percent.” Humphrey smirked his own horny grin, bumping his hips to the side and into the wolf’s field of view with a bite to his own lip. “You know me by now!”

“Oh yeah, I know you.” His claws dug in harder, but Humphrey only cranked up the sexy, even as the tips threatened to piece his skin. “I know how much I get you riled up. I know how much you like rolling around with me. So…”

Another smack came, but Humphrey was ready for it. He bucked his hips back right on cue, and this time, the impact almost made his ears ring. The sting didn’t bother him; the feeling of his ass working and clapping up a storm all by itself, from just a simple slap that only Garth could deliver, made it worth it.

“Lilly’s not around.” Garth growled, sending a reverberating rumble down into the pit of his tingling stomach. “What do you say to a little action? Don’t tell me you’re too tired, ‘cause I can smell a lie a mile away.”

Truth be told, a part of Humphrey wanted to stay; a big part. He might have been tuckered out from the day’s activity, but just being around Garth, just looking at him, just breathing in his scent, just having him present in the same room, was enough to make him rethink that. His heart fluttered, his belly did the same, and his hardening length pulsed with his heartbeat, easing out of his plump sheath with every beat of his pulse.

He wanted him, there was no other way to put it. He wanted him so badly, he could have jumped him without a word. It was almost like a biological need at this point, and no matter how many times he fucked the bigger wolf, he kept coming back.

But there was another part of him, and he glanced away for a fraction of a second, looking toward the moonlit door.

He couldn’t stay. He had to rest up, and prepare. That was the only reason; he just had to rest for a little bit, he was too tired for a session. Besides, he had never been a fan of quickies.

That was what he told himself anyway. Being near Garth made him want to stay. He couldn’t be here, couldn’t be in the same room as him, not alone.

After all, what would Kate think?

For a few long seconds, those two voices shouted at him in both ears, one on one side and one on the other. For a few agonizing moments, they clashed and crashed together and blended into one. They melded and mixed into a confused slurry between his ears, and he couldn’t make sense of them no matter how hard he tried.

And then, that single thought entered his head, and all that conflict suddenly fell silent.

He couldn’t stay. He wouldn’t. For her sake.

So he took the slightest and smallest of steadying deep breaths, grateful when Garth didn’t seem to notice, and spoke up.

“Sorry, moose, can’t say I was ever a fan of quickies.”

Garth’s nose didn’t catch a lie, because there wasn’t one. The only one Humphrey told that night was one by omission.

“Besides,” he continued, shrugging Garth’s ginger paw off of his rump with a few simple strides toward the entrance. “Why waste all that energy, when you can build it up? Really get a nice finale out of it when the real thing comes! You get me?”

Garth lowered that single paw to the cool stone floor, and Humphrey had expected it to land heavily, harshly. But it didn’t; the big guy took rejection well, it seemed. He didn’t look stunned or disappointed at all, and after a split second of quiet, he too spoke up.

In a second, that sultry demeanor was gone, and Humphrey was looking at the same Alpha he had known for most of the last year.

“Oh yeah, sure, I get it! I just thought I’d ask since, you know,” Garth grinned and scratched his scruff. “You’re always so… what do the pups call it?”

“D.T.F.?”

It was the first thing that came to mind. Humphrey had no idea where his fellow Omegas learned all their human slang, but it was helpful.

“Yeah, that.” Garth said with a light, amused chuckle that only made his belly feel warmer on the inside. He hated that feeling, but he couldn’t say he wanted it gone. “Anyway, you make a good point. I know we both can go for a while, but it’s always more fun after some anticipation. I get you, no harm done!”

Humphrey breathed a sigh of relief on the inside, but he couldn’t quite tell why. Garth was an easygoing wolf; he had no reason to worry. So he started his way back to the exit, only putting a slight amount of effort into his usual strut.

“Well, it’s good to have you onboard, Barf.” He grinned back at him, not realizing he was the one shining in the moonlight now until it was too late. The last thing he needed was for Garth to ogle him back. “Noon, tomorrow. Think you can make it?”

Garth returned his grin, but he didn’t notice any lustful gleams this time. That was good; either Garth didn’t see anything, or he was better at hiding it.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He said simply, a silvery glint bouncing off his coat even from such a distance from the light outside. “I just hope you two are ready for me!”

He knew they would be. So he flashed him a moonlit grin, received one in return, and finally, against the wishes of the voice still whispering in his other ear, headed out.

It was like tearing off a limb at first; it didn’t feel right. Passing up a chance to bang a wolf that made him feel so amazing; what was he thinking? He must have been crazy. But as Humphrey walked away, every step made him grow more and more secure in his decision. Every stride on his way back home, guided by a combination of muscle memory and the distant, barely-present smell of his waiting wife, relieved the tension just that little extra bit. It was hard, but they would see each other again tomorrow.

He would just be glad to see Kate when he got back. A good night’s sleep next to her would have been great right about now.

He walked on, resisting the urge to stop and analyze. That wouldn’t have been productive at all, he knew that. He didn’t need to think about this, he didn’t need a breakthrough. He couldn’t rationalize feelings, he knew that much, or he might not have fallen for her in the first place.

No, he didn’t need to think about it. What he needed was to see his wife, talk to her if he could, and above all else, go to bed. That was probably the best course of action at this point. In fact, he was certain that it was.

So he walked on, didn’t stop for anything, and eventually, made his way back.

Coming home and seeing Kate already asleep wasn’t really a positive experience. He wasn’t just disappointed; he had to admit, it made him anxious. Those thoughts were still floating around in his skull, but they would have to wait, and the wait was liable to kill him.

He supposed he could just come up with an excuse to skip the meeting tomorrow if being around Garth was so distracting. That was definitely a possibility. But as he curled up beside Kate and found his tiredness suddenly weighing down on him like a pound of rocks, he knew it wasn’t a good idea. Mooch was expecting him, and Garth was already on-board.

Besides, even with the feelings being what they were, the dry-spell was still going on. And the last thing he needed with all of this going on was to miss a day.

Maybe what he needed was a good night’s sleep, and a good threeway in the morning. That was also a possibility. Something to, paradoxically, take his mind off things.

The idea seemed to soothe him a little bit. And before he knew it, the fatigue was overriding the anxiousness, every slowing breath was washing the nerves away, and Humphrey was drifting off.

They could talk later. In the meantime, he had some resting to do; not to mention a couple friends the next day.


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“So then I told her, ‘Watch the dick, Humphrey says I’m not allowed to use it!’”

“Is that true? You really don’t let him use the thing?”

“What?! No, I’d never do that! Mooch, are you exaggerating again?”

“Exaggeration? I’d never, Humph! I’m just doing a little ‘artistic embellishment’, that’s all. You know, make it sound hotter.”

The midday sun shone down on Jasper from a clear blue sky, streaking the forests in golden rays and making the clouds above shine like silver. The three wolves, two Omegas and an Alpha, walked along their usual trodden path, letting their voices carry as far as they could with no sign of inhibition. They didn’t care who heard their chatter; as long as the Omega Club had each other, they didn’t care who overheard them.

They would be arriving in no time at all, but the walk was as long as usual through the winding woods. Humphrey liked to use this time to build some tension, set a stage. But today, they were just talking, and he liked it this way.

“Well, ‘embellish’ less, buddy. You’re making me look bad.”

“You never look bad, sir. No angle in the world’s gonna make you look bad!”

“Keep up the flattery, pup. See what happens.”

It wasn’t long before Mooch lagged a little bit behind as well, and he knew exactly what he was staring at. It was only by a step or two, but the desperate huffs of breath over his swinging wrecking-balls and bouncing ass made it clear the exact distance didn’t matter. He knew what was on Mooch’s mind; but then again, what else was new?

There was still the little matter of his proposal, though. Maybe that was why Mooch seemed to be a bit, just a tad, more interested in his back-end today. Most days, he stuck to him like a bump on a log; today, the bigger Omega might as well have been his shadow. Humphrey didn’t mind it, but even as he teased and flaunted for the ass-hungry wolf behind him, he still didn’t have an answer for him.

As if Garth hadn’t been making him feel weird enough lately. Thinking about two big issues at the same time was probably too much. It definitely was for him; this whole thing was supposed to be fun, and here he was, stressing himself sick about it.

He forced himself back to reality with a little shake of his head. Today was supposed to be fun, so he would have fun. Besides, thinking too hard was bad for the brain anyway, or so he figured.

“So, what you’re saying,” Mooch huffed, his usual expression gradually being replaced by a blushing, drunken grin. “Is I should keep complimenting you.”

“Save the worship for later.” He said simply, even as he bumped his hindquarters to the side, just for the show of it. “We’re almost there. What, you can’t hold off for a few minutes?”

“Not with you doing that, I can’t.”

Their eyes met, gold staring into blue for just a second, before Mooch’s gaze was averted back to its target when Humphrey turned up the tease by just a notch. His next movement was sharp and forceful, and he only realized how rock-hard he was when he felt a raging hard-on slap against his belly from the upward slam on his hips.

Come to think of it, the woods were smelling especially musky now. It had come on fast, so fast that he hadn’t recognized it until he was almost noseblind. But now, their combined scent was like lightning in his nose, and he couldn’t help but breathe it deep and drink it down.

The thoughts of Garth, and Mooch’s suggestion, were still nibbling away at his brain. But the smell pushed them far into the back of his mind. He could deal with that later. For now, he had a job to do, and only so much daylight to do it.

Next time him and Kate saw each other, they would have a talk. And once Garth was wrecked and ruined, he would give Mooch his answer.

Until then, he would be far too busy to think. He kind of liked it better that way.

So he smirked back at Mooch and swished his tail, feeling the Usual Spot getting closer and closer with every showy step.

“You wanna bang right here and now, is that it?” His voice was silken and smug, and he didn’t even have to try. Mooch didn’t look him in the eye his time, his vision totally held in place when he intentionally slowed his stride. “You wanna start before we even get there, screw the Spot?”

Mooch looked like he had just been asked a legitimate question, but the rhetorical nature of it dawned on him quickly enough. Humphrey saw the understanding in his eyes grow just as fast as the blush on his face.

“Are you offering?” There was a small, but definitely noticeable, amount of tease of his friend’s voice now; just a hint of smug. Yet another thing for Humphrey to drink down. “‘Cause I’d get busy with you in the middle of the valley if you asked me to, you know that.”

He slowed just a tad more, until the cold wet of Mooch’s nose was within grazing distance of his fur. A single barely-perceptible sting of moisture flecked off onto the fur of his back-end, and a second later, the pace was back to what it was before. He sped up, and stole it all away in a flash, but Mooch didn’t seem to mind.

“If you’re that antsy,” He grinned smugly, looking both of them in the eye. Garth had managed to catch up, and this time, looking at him in those gorgeous emerald eyes only made his belly flutter a little bit. “Pick up the pace, boys! Once we’re there, we can start; you know how this goes.”

“Right behind you, sir!”

“Yeah, what he said.” Garth glanced at Mooch, and winced a bit even as he followed close. “Minus the whole ‘sir’ thing, though. That’s weird.”

Humphrey only snorted at that, but Mooch let out an unrestrained chuckle, and with a snort of his own.

“You should try it sometime, Garth!” He was practically drooling already, almost trotting to keep as close as he could. “You’d love it. Humphrey makes a great Alpha!”

“Sure he does.” The bigger wolf was growling again, and it made Humphrey’s belly twist into a knot. Suddenly, there were two pairs of eyes on his backside. “But he’d make a better bitch around me. Wouldn’t you, Coyote?”

Humphrey didn’t respond to that beyond a sharp glare. Mooch still didn’t know about what they had gotten up to, and he intended to keep it that way. He had an image to uphold, after all. Luckily, just as he had intended, Garth’s lips seemed to be sealed: a knowing glint in his eyes confirmed that.

“You can try,” Humphrey said, whipping his tail down on his rump as he bumped it suggestively to the side. This time, Mooch really did drool. “But good luck. Didn’t we go over this already?”

The three of them all shared a laugh, and before Humphrey knew it, they were stepping out of the densely-packed woods and into the clearing. The smell of sex was stronger there, fresher, and the moment Humphrey incidentally inhaled as he strode into the center, he was almost knocked on his haunches.

He might have been, if Mooch hadn’t bumped into him as soon as he stopped. The big guy had been following close for some time now, and the moment Humphrey’s pace came to a stop in the dead center of the circle, they collided, Mooch’s face against his assets around back.

He thought it was fitting, even more-so when him and Mooch looked at each other, and the chubby wolf’s muzzle was as red as a fresh kill.

“Hey, watch the muzzle.” He grinned down at him, blue eyes gleaming. “I don’t have to remind you about the rules, do I?”

Mooch sputtered for a second, shaking his head and he rapidly scrambled back a few steps.

“Oh! S-sorry, sir…!”

He was always cute when he did that. So he forgave him for his obvious mistake, giving his best features a bit more presence with a sensual swish of his tail.

“You’re good. Just don’t make a habit out of it.”

He had been so focused on Mooch that Garth had slipped his mind for a second, only coming back to the forefront when he pulled up beside them with a carnal growl in his throat and an equally-sexual grin on his face.

“So, we’re here.” He said simply. “Are we gonna waste more time chatting, or are we gonna get down to business? I missed a hunting trip to be here, you know, and this is kind of taking forever.”

He had to hand it to the Alpha, he was right about that. It felt like he had been waiting months for this, even if it had only been less than twenty-four hours.

So he shooed Mooch back with a bump of his rump and watched as he dutifully fell back, sitting at attention the way he liked to.

“Good point, my bad.” He shrugged. “I just like to get you two all riled up, you know me.”

“Oh yeah,” Mooch breathed, clearly putting in a bit of effort to not stain his fur with any more drool. “We know!”

“So, consider us riled up.” Garth flitted his eyes between the two of them, and they looked at him at the exact same moment, with Humphrey’s cocky smirk and Mooch’s drunken, blushing expression. “What are you going to do about it? You got us excited, so you’d better help us deal with it.”

“That’s the plan.” He diverted his attention to Mooch, who shot up to attention again half a second later. “You ready for this, pup?”

It seemed to be all Mooch was capable of to nod emphatically, his blush deepening by the second. Eventually though, he settled down and took a deep breath; as deep of one as he was able to, anyway. It nearly caught in his chest.

“Yessir!” He straightened up more, sharply snapping into position like an Alpha fresh out of training. “I’m… I’m ready.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He was whispering to Mooch now, and even though Garth practically loomed over them with his sheer size and presence, he wasn’t worried at all. “You’ve got this, buddy. Just keep that confidence and stay cool.”

“Okay.” Mooch aimed his gaze forward, and Humphrey had rarely ever seen it so hard. He had never seen so much determination on his friend’s face before, and without even having to give the order, the tubby Omega was standing. “I can do this. Just stay focused.”

“What’s he doing?”

Humphrey couldn’t tell whether Garth was curious or concerned, but no matter which it was, smugness was the main emotion there. It was in his voice, dripping like honey. It was on his face, as clear as day. It was in his eyes, like the glint of the sun. Everything about the big wolf said “sexual confidence”, something he found he couldn’t look away from.

But as Mooch made his way to all fours, joining him in standing up to the wolf in front of them, he knew it wouldn’t last long. The inebriated grin now plastered over his blonde friend’s face, the way he carried himself and his impressive, golden rump around back just by standing there, said all of that and more.

“Just a little thing I taught him.” Humphrey shrugged, matching the Alpha’s confidence to the very last drop like he usually did. “I told you I have a surprise for you, didn’t I?”

He knew Garth remembered that much; the knowing look on his face as the memory dawned on him was redundant.

“Oh, yeah!” He said slowly, those emerald eyes-lidding low and making Humphrey feel like his stomach was on fire. “You did tell me that. Why don’t you start talking and explain, then?”

Without even the slightest bit of prompting, both him and Mooch moved in unison. He didn’t need to tell him; they were in perfect sync, and the moment Humphrey pulled up beside Garth and brought a paw possessively down on his muscled rump, Mooch was already doing the same. It was like looking in a really strange mirror, one that emulated his movement to make the Alpha’s ass quake to a tee, but looked nothing like him. Him and Mooch looked each other in the face over those wobbling mounds of ginger fur, and he had rarely seen a hotter image.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to shut it?” This time, Humphrey was the one to growl, and he was surprised to see Mooch not swooning at his slightest action. “I think it’s time to get down to business. You game, pup?”

“I’m always game with you around,” Mooch was getting more and more drunk by the second, and Humphrey wasn’t surprised at all when he nearly stumbled upon taking a deep breath, gulping down the scents of sex and musk by the lungful in one single inhale. “Sir. Let’s wreck this bitch already…!”

That could have used some work; it wasn’t Mooch enough. But imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, so he wasn’t going to complain. They could save the critiques for later.

But that seemed to tip Garth off. Something else dawned on him; Humphrey didn’t need to see his eyes widen to feel the shift in the air when he realized what was about to happen. But Garth wasn’t given a chance to even begin to struggle. Their claws dug into his hindquarters, practically piercing the delicate skin beneath his fur, and both Omegas put their weight down.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. What did he just say?”

For the first time in a few days, Garth seemed legitimately flustered. So him and Mooch didn’t back off or let up, not even by an inch. Humphrey growled, Mooch followed suit as best he could, and when the Alpha looked back, he gasped. Although, that may have had something to do with Mooch’s claw dragging itself along his length, slowly tracing itself from raging tip to swollen knot.

“I told you,” Humphrey growled, licking his chops as his and Garth’s gazes met in the middle. “We Omegas do things differently. Or did you forget? Wouldn’t be the first time.”

This time, it was Garth who sputtered. He tried to speak, but the more he tried to form words, the more his exterior confidence was whittled away. Humphrey loved it when this happened; the big Alpha was never as domineering as he liked to act, and this was only further proof. He dug his claws in deeper, a mere inch from drawing blood, and Garth silently held back a yelp.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

But just as Garth was looking like he might start to melt, he cleared his throat and straightened up a bit, letting his flustered expression shift back in the other direction.

“Oh, I see.” He chuckled, even though he still looked a little overwhelmed. It wasn’t much, but it was there. “You train up your friend to be all dominant like you, get me here, and think you can turn me into one of your bitches? Is that it?”

“Yeah, basically.” Mooch said, his tone suddenly as casual as it could be. There was no more sexuality, no more teasing confidence. For a second, for just a few words, he was looking at Mooch again. “But I’m not a dom or anything, I’m just a sub who knows what I want.”

“What’s the matter, Barf?” Humphrey interjected, trying to keep the mood on-course. “Think you can’t handle both of us? Feeling a little…” He dug his claws in harder, growling in his chest as he shot Mooch a sharp glance that kicked him back into gear. “Overwhelmed?”

“Around two Omegas?” The bigger wolf scoffed, but didn’t move a muscle. Whether it was Mooch’s weight holding him down, apprehension on his part, or just him playing along, he couldn’t tell. But something was certain; they wouldn’t be talking for much longer. “Please. You two could give me your worst and I’d still come out on top! I’m an Alpha, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, we remember.” Humphrey shot Mooch another glance, and was glad to see his new demeanor returning. He breathed a sigh of relief internally; the last thing he needed was for him to mess up now. “Don’t we, pup? Don’t we remember how this Alpha-bitch took my dick like some kinda slut last time? Or how me and Salty spitroasted him? Or how Shakey rode him like a pro and made him scream?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mooch leered, catching up by digging his claws in deeper. “I remember like it was yesterday! Probably because it was literally the day before yesterday, though…”

Humphrey could have buried his face in his paw. Here Mooch was, trailing off again. He supposed it was part of his charm, but he just hoped he could deliver when it counted.

“Anyway,”  Humphrey took the reins yet again, steering things back in the right direction. “We remember what a big bitch you are. And Mooch and me are gonna remind you, right here and now, and we’re gonna make it stick. Think you have what it takes to prove us wrong, moose?”

It only took a second for Garth to respond, and when he did, his cock gave a throb so intense that Humphrey felt it in his stomach.

“The only bitches I see here are you two.” He snarled, his verdant eyes shining and his fangs gleaming in a wide, devilish grin. “Now shut up and save your breath. You’ll need it for when you’re screaming on my dick. You’re on.”

Him and Garth shared a glance, and it was fiery, but it was nothing compared to the glare that he and Mooch met each other with.

“Ready, pup?”

“I told you already.” Mooch huffed, lidding his eyes low, and letting that dull yellow shimmer into the color of an autumn leaf in the light of a passing sunbeam. “I’m always ready with you around, sir.”

Humphrey smirked back at him, cocky smirk meeting drunken grin, gold burning into blue, before their gazes shifted to the task at paw. He knew just how to play this, and from their look in each other’s eyes, Mooch did too. They didn’t need words, not with an understanding like this.

Again, both wolves moved in unison. It was like looking back into the strange, warped mirror, Mooch’s movements in perfect sync with his own as he released his grip on Garth’s thick glute, slipping around to his front, looked him in the face, and placed a paw forcefully on his chest. Him and Mooch existed in perfect symmetry, two paws, one gray and one blonde, pressing firmly against the Alpha’s muscled chest, and slipping forward until their claw felt his breastbone.

“On your back, Alpha-bitch.” Humphrey growled, eyes lidded and musk raging all around his form. “Get ready for us.”

“Yeah,” Mooch leered, trying his best to match Humphrey’s all-encompassing confidence. It was mostly working, even if there were kinks to iron out. “What he said.”

Garth still looked a little flustered (the nervous look he cast down at them didn’t go unnoticed), but he was at least doing a better job at hiding it now. He faked it to a decent degree as he backed off and did as he was told, but even when he flipped over onto the forest floor, his nerves were still obvious. His heartbeat was racing, his shaft that was prone to make mouths water throbbed with its pulse and twitched with its tempo, and his chest heaved just that little bit extra. He took a steadying deep breath, but Humphrey wasn’t fooled.

Still, nervous or not, Garth was just as sexy as he always was, and Mooch seemed to agree. The big Omega next to him was already salivating as he took in the sight of that giant dick, massive pulsating knot, and swinging balls that could have been mistaken for boulders, his eyes enraptured at the pearly bead of pre perched so daintily on his tapered tip. He should have been used to the sight, but Humphrey still couldn’t totally convince himself to look away.

Sure, his mouth wasn’t watering or his tail swishing about like Mooch, but the Alpha wolf’s body was captivating all the same. Jealousy was the chief emotion he felt when he looked at that battering ram of a shaft, but even he couldn’t shake the familiar feeling he was experiencing around back.

Garth looked at him, staring him in the face with the most devilish of all grins, and his mammoth cock gave a massive, throbbing flex. Humphrey swore he felt sweat bead up on his paw pads, but all he did was gulp and throw the look back at him.

There would be time for that later. He just hoped Garth could keep his trap shut about it.

“Give me your worst, Omegas.” Garth growled, the timbre so deep that Humphrey swore it made his ass jiggle. “Don’t hold back, or I might fall asleep.”

Humphrey felt like he should have said something, but the time for talk was over. The countdown had hit zero, and now, the only thing he could think about was the task at paw. There were no more words to exchange, no more glances or looks to share, and every second he spent not wrecking the Alpha in front of him was wasted breath. So he took a breath inward, and chose his words carefully.

“Alright, pup.” He said simply, looking in Mooch’s direction, snaring him in his sight. “Do your thing.”

He had rarely seen Mooch move so fast, not since he presented his rump to him the previous day. In a flash, Mooch jumped into action, front paws coming down hard on both sides of Garth’s hips as he completely and totally pounced, coming face-to-face with that beast of a cock with no small amount of ferocity.

It was like watching him give in. Mooch cut loose in a second, huffing down Garth’s scent from one of its two sources, drooling over himself. He watched as Mooch tried his best to reel himself in, restraining himself from using his tongue to lap and slobber at that shaft in front of him for just long enough to breathe and speak. It was clearly taking a ton of effort on his part, but eventually he exhaled, and turned it into words.

“Holy…!” He gasped, catching his spent breath before. “You smell so good, stud…!”

“Hell yeah, I do.” Garth smirked down at him, and Mooch moaned out when the Alpha’s next flex brought his tip down on his nose with a sticky plap. “You want a taste?”

“Fuck yes.”

Mooch wasted no time, not even a second. His words came out with a low and husky whisper, the ghost of a growl starting up in his throat, and in a second’s time, he was drawing his tongue over the length of Garth’s massive shaft, slobbering it all from knot to tip and slurping up that bead of pre.

He didn’t wait for permission; he didn’t even ask for it. He didn’t wait for an order. He just went. He just did it. He just dove in. And before Garth had any time to react or process, a moan left his lips, his head slipped backward, and Mooch’s expert throat took him to the knot in one smooth motion.

It wasn’t too fast, it wasn’t too slow. It was perfectly timed, just the way they had practiced. Mooch took Garth like an absolute champion into his maw, slurping and bobbing his velvety mouth down on his knot in record time, and not slowing down in the slightest as he did. Garth seemed to be a little overwhelmed too, and every moan and groaning growl that left his throat in his dazed and off-guard state only confirmed it.

“Whoa…” It was more of a hoarse whisper than anything else that left Garth’s mouth. “Slow down, Omega. You’re gonna choke, heh.”

A loud and sticky pop sounded out as Mooch resurfaced, that drunken smirk in full effect as he peered up at him, dollops of drool and spilling out onto his ginger fur.

“No, I won’t.” He said, his voice as silky and smooth as the fluids on his tongue. “I’m good at this, remember?”

Humphrey rolled his eyes; as usual, the banter was subpar. But Mooch was clearly better at using his mouth for other things, so he didn’t bring it up.

Instead, he watched as his friend took that beast back down to the knot, slobbering all over it with that tongue he was so skilled at using until Garth was looking more pleasured than ever. The Alpha wolf growled and huffed like he always did, eyes first fluttering then shutting tight as Mooch’s mouth and tongue and throat did its thing, all over every inch available.

“Yes…!” He snarled, but Humphrey swore he heard a whine in there. “C’mon, Omega! I can… barely feel it!”

“Sure you can’t.” Humphrey spoke up, and Garth almost seemed to jump. “It’s not like you were moaning for him just a second ago.”

“Shut your… mouth, coyote.” He was clearly trying to sound casual, but a pleasured gasp broke up his tone when Mooch’s paws got to work, weighing and squeezing at his heavy balls, and smearing every inch that wasn’t currently past his lips with spit. “Or you’re gonna be… down here next.”

“Bet you’d love that, huh?”

Humphrey smirked, putting a little extra sway in his step as he approached from the side, and making sure to shoot Mooch a proud wink.

“Bet you’d love it if I joined Mooch down there, eh? Just got down there and ordered him to share?”

“You… know I would.”

Again, the bigger wolf whined, but it was cleared this time. As if to further hint at his own idea, Humphrey licked his chops yet again, slowly, sensually dragging his tongue across his lips, and putting an extra swish or two into his tail.

The idea alone seemed to have triggered something in the Alpha below him. The loss of control had been imminent, but now, it seemed just that little bit closer. Garth’s chest heaved as his breath picked up, and Mooch gulped down a streak of pre when his cock mirrored his quickening pulse.

It was perfect. Now, he just had to get him desperate.

“I knew you’d say that.” Humphrey growled, eyes lidding low and sparkling in the light. “One mouth just wouldn’t be good enough, would it? One mouth’s probably just enough to make you go nuts. Make you lose a little control.”

“Are you… offering?”

Humphrey licked his chops again, gulping down that collected load of spit with the beginnings of a moan. Mooch shot him a glance, and it looked almost shocked. He breathed heavily out the nose, watching Garth’s cock jump, and his eyes began to go wide. A tense silence descended for a moment, and Humphrey made his way between the bigger wolf’s legs, coming so close to the shaft that his breath grazed its spit-coated flesh. Mooch halted in his tracks, stalling at the tip with widening eyes of his own. He opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, inched it toward Garth’s length until he could taste his scent. It melted over his tongue like butter, and he could be lying he said it didn’t taste good.

Garth gasped, turning into the closest approximation of a huff he was currently capable of. Mooch stood there with baited breath, practically letting Garth’s length slip out of his mouth as he looked at him out the corner of his mouth.

Mooch’s expression didn’t really concern him; it was Garth he was really focused on. The closer he got, the more the bigger wolf squirmed, wordlessly begging him to join in. As much as Garth was too proud to admit it, that’s what those huffs and whining growls meant, he knew that much.
It was an idea he would never entertain, but as long Garth believed there was a chance, even the slightest one, he had him wrapped around his claw.

But still, that smell. That taste. It were unbelievable, and the longer he lingered so close to his shaft, the closer his tongue drifted, he harder he found it to look away. It was burning his nose, flooding his senses, making him salivate. And it wasn’t a bad looking cock either, so huge and perfect. As perfect as the rest of him.

He hadn’t even realized it, but Humphrey was starting to drool. He was drooling. He had been drooling. And while his salivary glands had been going into overdrive and his heartbeat was starting to race, he tongue had been drifting of its own accord, coming so close to Garth’s twitching meat that he almost really could taste it.

In a second, reality came crashing back. He had no idea how close he had been to touching his would-be target, but no matter how close he was, any amount was too close. The real world hit him like a boulder, practically knocking him back onto his haunches at the realization of what he was doing.

C’mon! Pull it together, Humphrey! He practically screamed it at himself, words echoing inside his skull as he pulled his pulled his sopping tongue imperceptibly back. Sucking dick’s for bottoms like Mooch! You’re not a bottom, are you?!

Luckily, his brain still seemed to be intact; Garth’s musk was something else, the wolf himself was something else, but not even he could change the fact that his brain was still working.

So he pulled himself together, and finally pulled his tongue back into his mouth, leaning back with his smuggest smirk of the day.

 “Nope.” He grinned, pulling himself up to standing, turning with no small amount of flair, and taking a few striding steps away with no shortage of showiness in his rump. But his pace was quick, just long enough for him to make it back to Garth’s side. “Just wanted to hear you say that. You know, admit that you want my mouth so much you’d lose your grip!”

Mooch’s expression fell, and the eye roll said more than his words ever could have.

“Should have seen that coming.” It said, or something to that effect.

Garth growled from deep in his chest, a frustrated sound that was only cut off by another pleasured moan. Mooch was getting back to work, taking the rest for himself and making up for borrowed time as best he could. He was going from tip to knot now, rapidly filling and emptying his mouth with all that dick, and drinking down musk and pre seemingly by the gallon. In the meantime, Humphrey smirked down at Garth, and the bigger canine squirmed.

“That was dirty…!”

“I’m a tease, Barf.” He shrugged, pacing back and forth with little sways and bucks of his rump, tickling the tip of Garth’s nose with the point of his tail. “It’s what I do. You oughta get your memory checked!”

Garth growled at him, but again, he couldn’t finish it.

All of this was fun, but he was getting tired of waiting. That little brush with his cock had made it clear; Humphrey was just as anxious to get started as Garth was. And he knew just how to kick off his part.

He could still feel his musk in his mouth and nose. It burned his nostrils and felt spicy on his tongue. He tried to gulp it down, but all it did was make it spread further, and make his fur stand on end. His belly fluttered when the load of spit hit it, and for a second, he felt the weight of the giant dick on his tongue, flat against the muscle. It throbbed, and his mouth was flooded with salt, and more of that scent.

He had no idea what it would actually feel like, but he felt something. Even though the wolf’s length was currently busy being deepthroated by Mooch, it was like his brain was filling in the gap. It was like, somewhere deep down, he wanted it.

He shook his head. The musk must have been getting to it.

Oh, man. He felt like rubbing his temple with a claw, but held off. Alphas really are something else…

He shook that thought off his fur like water, though. There was no time to think, not when he was so anxious to get going. So he put all thoughts aside, and sprang into action at last.

In a pounce of his own, he lunged, putting his front paws down on the side of Garth’s head, practically pinning his ears against the ground. He might have done it too, if he didn’t need to hear him talk.

Even then, Humphrey supposed that the fat Omega cock currently pointed at his muzzle, throbbing and twitching with a bead of pre on the tip, would have been words enough.

“I’m bored of all this waiting, moose.” He snapped, smirking with his fangs out. “Mooch isn’t the only one whose mouth is getting used today. Open up, will ya?”

Garth cocked a brow at him.

“Really…?” He was clearly trying to sound cocky, but a squeeze to the knot that made him grunt in pleasure kind of messed with that plan. “That’s the best… you can come up with? Why don’t you just… sit your ass down on my face or something?”

Humphrey chuckled, but it wasn’t much of one. It was more like a huff of amusement.

“Tempting,” He gave his back end an obvious wiggle. “But I like this better.”

Garth might have taken in a breath to respond, but it didn’t get very far. Humphrey’s hips were ramming forward before he could have reacted, and before he had a chance to so much as think to resist, Garth’s mouth was stuffed down to the knot.

Garth’s mouth was as perfect as ever. Velvety and warm, like a silk-lined furnace on full blast, it took everything he had to give. And as reluctant as the big wolf was, his tongue still worked its magic, mindlessly lathering his shaft and spurting tip seemingly on instinct alone.

“Oh, yeah.” Humphrey growled, giving his length a flex on his tongue, and letting his taste buds flood with pre. “Much better.”

He wiggled his hips again, this time forward. His knot ground against the Alpha’s reluctantly-hungry mouth, pressed against his cock-locked lips, and thrummed with his body heat as he stared it down. Humphrey couldn’t help but laugh as Garth started to go cross-eyed.

“Keep him busy, Mooch. I’m gonna have some fun.” He said with a wave of his paw, before that devilish grin split his muzzle. “Take that cock, Alpha bitch.”

Mooch pulled off again, gasping for breath as another sticky pop sounded out, and web-like ropes of pre connected his mouth to Garth’s spit-slathered knot.

“Yessir!” He saluted with his paw on his brow, his blushing face streaked with dark and viscous ropes.

Humphrey loved that sight; seeing Mooch having so much fun made him feel warm on the inside.

But now wasn’t the time for feelings, not yet anyway. He had an Alpha to skullfuck, and only so much daylight to do it.

Besides, his mouth wasn’t the only thing he’d be claiming today.

So he kicked himself into gear and slammed his hips forward, practically spearing the back of Garth’s throat with a singular, messy impact to his lips.

“Suck.” He snapped, grabbing the ginger wolf’s ears tight and holding him against his knot. “Do it good enough, and you might get the knot too. If you’re lucky.”

Despite his dominant exterior, Garth really knew how to suck a dick. It was a thing Humphrey was familiar with, but it never ceased to amaze him.

Then again, if he -a top, through-and-through- could have the ass of a pro, then a so-called dom like Garth could have a great mouth too. It only seemed fair.

And by the time he was done with him, it would be as good as Mooch’s. He would make sure of that, and there was no better way to start than this.

He pulled back, revved his hips with a wiggle, and rammed forward again, savoring Garth’s muffled grunt as he took him from tip to knot in half a second flat. He pulled back again, letting his tip slip out of that warm and moist maw for just a spit moment, and watching as the wolf below him peered upward to meet his eyes. They were dimmer than before; a little sex-clouded, but the fire was still there.

Still, he made no resistance as Humphrey rammed back in, so that counted for something. He took him down to the knot like it was nothing, suckling and slobbering all over every last one of those ten throat-destroying inches, and all without so much as a word or plead. He had to admit, the Alpha wolf was good.

But they were better.

“Hey, Mooch.” He tossed those words his way, and in a second, his friend resurfaced with another sticky pop, gasping for breath with one massive inhale. “You up for taking an order or two?”

“Maybe.” There was some real sarcasm in Mooch’s voice now; the overriding lust in the clearing seemed to be making him a bit sassy. “You got an idea?”

“Yeah, and a real good one.” Humphrey smirked devilishly. “You in the mood for a change of position?”

As if to give his reply without words, Mooch dragged his tongue along the underside of Garth’s length with a slobbering lick, slurping up the sides and gulping down the ropes of pre that spurted out in response.

“But I’m not done yet!” He whined like a pouting pup, but the slight snark in his voice never quite left; like a pup pulling a tease. “I still haven’t made him blow.”

Humphrey waved a paw with a scoff, idly slamming Garth in the back of the throat like the thrust of a choking spear.

“He’s got a lot more in his than just one load, you know. Like me!” He thumbed his chest with a claw, and that blush on Mooch’s muzzle deepened by a shade, his eyes sparkling with that so-familiar, worshipful glaze. “Besides, we gotta keep the big guy on his toes, right?”

Mooch seemed to agree. He scratched his chin with a claw for a second, and nodded.

“Hmm, good point. Lead the way, sir!”

Another sticky gasp filled the clearing, but this time, it was Garth’s throat it was coming from. Humphrey yanked every last inch he had out of his maw in one clean go, leaving his muzzle empty and stringy with spent precum, and no-doubt desperate for more. He didn’t need any confirmation on that one. He knew Garth was feeling it, he didn’t need proof. They always needed more.

“You doing alright down there, Barf?” He leered down at him, and their eyes only met for a split second as he glanced up, before Garth diverted his gaze to what seemed like a random direction. Clearly, he was doing anything to avoid eye contact as he panted and gasped for air. “We’re not tiring you out too soon, are we?”

At first, Garth only sat there and caught his breath. But one wipe of his mouth later, that signature confidence was starting to trickle back, and he smirked up to meet Humphrey’s gaze head-on.

“Didn’t you learn anything from the… last time we fucked... coyote?” His breath was returning to him, yes. But not fast enough. “It’s gonna take… a lot more than your dick in my mouth to… tame me. You gotta do… better than that!”

Humphrey couldn’t tell whether his bigger wolf’s challenge was intentional or not, but one glance toward Mooch told him all he needed to know:

It didn’t matter. They were going to wreck him anyway.

“Don’t you worry,” Humphrey’s smirk was taking on that devilish quality again, and he bared his fangs with a growl. “We will. Won’t we, pup?”

“Uh-huh.” Mooch nodded, flipping a lock of sandy mane out of his eyes with a surprisingly-sensual motion. “You’re gonna fuck you up real good!”

It was a little on-the-nose, but Humphrey couldn’t have come up with a way to say it better if he had tried.

“Anyway,” Humphrey leered, firing a grin Mooch’s way. “I’m getting bored of all this foreplay, it’s time to get you broken in. I hope you saved your voice up, ‘cause you’re gonna howl yourself hoarse by the time we’re done with you!”

For the first time in several minutes, he saw Garth scoff. Somehow, even as his mouth dribbled and his eyes had started to glaze over, it still looked right.

“Do your worst.”

That was all he said; it was all he needed to say.

“Mooch,” He snapped, and the other wolf followed by snapped to attention. “You know what to do.”

There was a spark in his chocolate eyes; he saw it, and Mooch knew he did. The bigger wolf smirked, blushing deeper, looking more and more drunk by the second as their idea connected without words.

But he said them anyway.

“Lower the boom?”

“Lower the boom.”

Garth looked confused for a second, but that expression was replaced by another one in record time. He flitted his gaze between them, head tilted to the side as he tried to parse the meaning, but it didn’t matter whether he understood or not.

Humphrey watched as Mooch straightened up, leaving the Alpha’s cock twitching and smeared with copious loads of spit and its own spilled pre, and turned on the spot. Just like the previous day, Mooch whipped around with surprising speed, baring that blonde-furred rump in all its size with a confident sway and backward bump that made the whole package bounce and wobble, and Humphrey ate up every second. He was both admirer and instructor, and he both watched on and supervised and Mooch showed off everything he had to give, smirking drunkenly over his shoulder with a ravenous lick to his chops, before lining up, raising his fat ass into the air with an upward arch of his tail, and bringing it down hard.

He had rarely seen Mooch slam this hard. Not since they broke up their most recent fight had he brought his back-end down with so much force; Humphrey was sure it was strong enough to break a bone or two.

Either way, Garth’s face said it all. In a moment's time, the smug look that was settling on his face was wiped away. His eyes widened, pupils shrinking to the size of tiny emerald pebbles. His fangs bared themselves in utter shock, no longer gleaming in the light as their combined shadow totally eclipsed him for the nth time that day. His entire muscled form was crushed in an instant, folding and sinking into the dirt beneath him. And at last, an earsplitting yelp filled the clearing from wall to wall, only matched by the fleshy clap of larger wolf’s rumpcheeks as they crashed down onto him, utterly overwhelming him with force enough to shatter a lesser wolf’s hips.

He didn’t say anything; for all Humphrey knew, the impact had knocked the wind out of him. He didn’t growl or snarl even a single bit, or make any other noise save for a shocked whimper of a whine. And when Mooch smirked back at him, his fangs were the ones gleaming now, and the Alpha wolf shrank back.

There was one thing that Garth was bound to enjoy, though: Mooch’s slam had been aimed down to the last square inch, and the raging shaft that had just seconds ago been stuffed down the tubby wolf’s throat was now being held perfectly between those plump and blonde-furred cheeks, still twitching and spurting its pre-load all over the curves to stain his fur dark, and make it sticky.

Humphrey knew the feeling better than Mooch understood; even as his friend settled over that throbbing length, his cheeks and tailhole alike being quickly coated with hot and sticky fluid, he still couldn’t help but feel it behind him too. It was like a phantom pressure, an invisible mass holding and spreading his glutes wide around his amazing girth. He couldn’t tell whether it was a growl from Garth he might have failed to hear, the impact of Mooch’s body when he raised and slammed down a second time, or just his own imagination, but he swore he felt his ass jiggle in place.

Regardless, now wasn’t the time for that. He sprung back into action, adjusting his position just slightly before ramming himself back down the Alpha’s throat. Instead of coming from the side, he straddled Garth lengthwise, not caring one bit if Mooch was within huffing and licking distance of his backside as he did.

In fact, after he slammed deep, claiming Garth’s throat with a forceful shove, he pulled back, and gave his fat rump a teasing wiggle into the other Omega’s blushing face as he did.

After all, who said he couldn't use both ends at once?

He thrust in, and Garth took him down to the knot with an obvious whine. He hadn’t even been trying to hide that one, that much was obvious by the way his cock was battered by the sound waves enough to unload a gush into his belly. He returned the sound with a domineering growl, and pulled back with a mighty tug, letting Mooch’s ass collide with his, and savoring every last wobble and quake that spread from cake to cake. Their huffs synchronized, their eyes met over those mounds of rump, and their tails brushed by one another almost enough to coil.

“You feel that, moose?” He snarled, looking Garth in the face just to watch him melt further. “That’s the taste of defeat, bitch. You never stood a chance!”

Garth might have tried to squirm, or to make a noise, but another mouth-filling ram from Humphrey and another downward slam from Mooch stopped both in their tracks. He pulled back again, this time making sure to give the wolf beneath him a better view of the action around back, as their fat asses knocked and clapped together as one.

“Never stood a chance.”

He said it darker this time, uttered it from deeper in his throat, and just like that Garth’s eyes dimmed further.

“There’s only one Omega here, big guy. And it’s not one of us.”

It was Mooch that had said that, and Humphrey had to admit, he had actually said something hot. He crashed their rumps together again and threw a proud smirk his way, and even though Mooch’s worshipful side was starting to come out again, he never lost his grin.

Garth seemed to try and struggle again, but it was so slight that it was almost like he hadn’t. A muscle flexed in his back, his front paws made a feeble attempt to budge Mooch’s weight, but they had only just begun to fail when Humphrey’s own came down hard, pinning them above his head with a dusty crash.

“Like he said,” Humphrey smirked down at him, increasing his speed until his knot rammed mercilessly against the Alpha’s suckling lips. “You’re the Omega here, bitch. We’re the fuckin’ Alphas now!”

He filled Garth’s maw one more time, and pulled back to make another ass collision. But when their rumps were supposed to collide, the angle was off; wrong somehow. He peered over his shoulder, and just as he laid eyes on the sight behind him, a deep and desperate moan shook his shaft down to the very nerves.

Mooch wasn’t riding Garth’s cock anymore. He was taking it.

There had been no orders. He hadn’t been told to do anything. For the second time that day, Mooch took the initiative, smacking his tail down on those cakes to make them wobble in a golden frenzy as he lined up and sank down onto every last inch Garth had to give. That spit-lubed cock slipped so easily up his tailhole, gaping and stretching his friend’s entrance wide (even wider than Humphrey had imagined, now that he was up close), but Mooch didn’t falter for a second. He just let out a moan, a much softer and quieter one, as he took Garth to the knot, letting it spear and stretch him wide like it was nothing at all.

Mooch cast that same smirk back over his shoulder; so composed, so confident, so perfect in its inebriated haze. Humphrey couldn’t help but feel pride well up in his chest like he’d never felt before, and he hoped that warmth he was feeling in his face wasn’t a blush of his own.

He turned his attention back to Garth, and kept pounding away. Him and Mooch were quickly moving in unison, slamming forward just as he dropped his weight, pulling back as he rose, pounding the bigger wolf into submission. But Humphrey was the one with the best view; he got to see the light gradually leave his eyes, got to see them flutter and roll up in an ecstatic fog. Garth had started to break a long time ago, but now, he was breaking down by the second. And on top of that, his mouth was pretty damn good. It never lost its cock-sucking skill, even as its owner was rapidly getting lost in his own instincts.

He thrusted harder, pounded faster, and growled so much that he tuned it out. He didn’t realize he had been doing it for the past minute until it occurred to him.

“Fucking… take it, bitch…!” His voice was straining a bit, and he was rapidly becoming aware of just how much his hips were starting to hurt. They clearly weren’t as recovered from the previous day as he thought, but that didn’t stop him from giving it his all, ramming his shaft down Garth’s throat, his throbbing knot against his lips, and his ass against the one behind with a quick and pulse-pounding tempo. “Don’t think I’m gonna skip out on giving you this knot…! You want it real bad… huh?!”

Garth didn’t nod, the cock in his throat prevented that from happening. But Humphrey didn’t need the gesture to figure out the answer. The so-called Alpha’s approval was practically telepathic.

But they were nowhere near done. He could easily save that for later, so he would. Besides, Mooch needed to have his fun too.

They worked him over in unison for some time after that, and as minutes crawled (or maybe sped?) by, the steam valve that was Humphrey’s stamina threatened to blow. Every thrust brought with it less inhibition, less control, and in no time at all, he was feeling drunk himself. It didn’t take much to bring him to the edge; every suckle on every inch of his cock, every slam of their fat asses together, only made the pressure rise, building until the valve whistled like a kettle about to burst. He was hunching over Garth now, delivering pound after pound down his throat, but it still wasn’t enough.

Even if he were to blow, he still wouldn’t be satisfied. And he knew Mooch wouldn’t be either. He might not have been able to see his too-thick cock firing off, but he could smell it, gushes of precum and intoxicating musk filling the clearing with every twitch and slam. It wouldn't be long for him either.

So, he jumped into action, and took the reins.

“Hey, pup.” He huffed over his shoulder, knocking their rumps together with an especially-hard ram. It had almost been enough to knock the bigger Omega off his center of gravity, but he stayed firm, only slowing his relentless riding by a few beats. “You ready for a switch-up? You know, get a change of pace going?”

Mooch’s eyes lit up, and he panted with no attempt to hide his excitement, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“You bet…!” He nodded. “Anything you want, sir!”

“That’s what I like to hear, bitch.” Their eyes met yet again, and Humphrey took his eyes off Garth to look Mooch dead in the face, fang-baring smirk ablaze. “Get off him. I’m gonna put you to work.”

He had rarely seen Mooch’s eyes light up so fast. He might have been a brand new wolf, but a little bit of force from him, and he was putty in his paws. He had clearly been having fun taking the reins, but his real love was always worship.

Not just worship; but worshiping him. And there was very little in the world Humphrey loved more than that.

For the first time in minutes, Garth had a reaction to something. He seemed legitimately shocked when Mooch rose and didn’t come back down, letting his precum-oozing shaft slip out of his hole with a messy, sticky slurp. Sure, Mooch let out a groaning moan as he did, sounding reluctant, but his body language was almost dismissive, like Garth was nothing but a cock for him to ride.

No, Humphrey was his real prize. And he would further prove that with what came next.

When it was turn to climb off, he did, but not before splaying out of the forest floor and giving his shaft a squeezing pump from knot to tip. Mooch knew that signal, and before he knew it, the bigger Omega was falling over himself to get between his legs, slurping and slobbering all of his shaft like the dutiful pup he was. He had been expecting that.

But what he hadn’t been expecting what came next.

He hadn’t expected for victory to come so soon.

Garth forced his way up, shaking his head vigorously from side to side, like there we cobwebs in his fur. Humphrey knew the feeling all too well, but it had never hit him as hard as it was hitting him. Normally, a few good shakes cleared out an unwanted thought or two, but the longer Mooch worshiped and slobbered between his hind legs, the more often Garth was looking their direction, his expression lax and his mouth starting to hang open.

He would have shot the other wolf a telling glance, but he wanted to see what would happen without it. The invitation was a subtle one, so subtle that he wondered whether Garth got it, but as Mooch took him down to the knot again, moaning desperately around his cock like the good bitch he was, Garth witnessed it too.

They both watched Mooch go at it, but out of the two of them, Garth was the only one of them that drooled.

Humphrey knew that look; enraptured, entranced, jealous. He wished he was in Mooch’s place. He wanted to be there, sharing what Humphrey had to give. The single strand of precum-laced spittle down his rusty fur said it all, and his lust-clouded eyes widened when he felt it. That face said more than words ever could have, and for the first time in a minute, Humphrey snorted.

They had him. He couldn’t live without his cock and musk now. He couldn’t draw a single breath if their scent wasn’t saturating it. And at least for as long as they were in the clearing…

Humphrey tasted leather, and felt that invisible leash in his fangs again. His blue eyes glinted, and just as he made an imaginary tug, they both responded. Mooch took him to the knot again, ravenously attempting to fit those two globes of meat past his lips, and Garth took a step forward, that spark just barely still alight.

He snapped his fangs tight around both of their leashes, pulling them taut, and an instant, he had not one wolf between his legs, but two.

As supposedly dominant as Garth claimed to be, he had never seen him look so ravenous, so hungry for cock. As as he pounced to the base of Humphrey’s dick, kicking up dust when he skidded to a stop with the tips of his claws in the dirt, he had rarely seen a wolf look so desperate.

He loved it. He couldn’t get enough, not when Mooch was pulling back to the tip with an audible slurp, letting Garth’s muzzle come close to drink up his scent by the lungful, huff after huff, and giving his sopping tongue space to lick and slobber all over every available inch. Garth’s hunger was immediately acted on, and he doubted that the big Alpha even knew what he was doing anymore.

Garth and Mooch weren’t between his legs for long, but they didn’t need to be. He put his paws heavily down on their heads, dug his claws into the thin fur between their ears, and grinned the broadest grin he had all day as they cleaned and mopped him up. Garth slobbered all over the base, knot, and lower half, while Mooch got the luxury of the upper half and spurting tip. After all, he would only give the best for his favorite pup.

“That’s it, boys.” He growled from deep in his chest. “Clean me up, like good bitches. That’s right…”

He was the Alpha now. He always had been. And what came after only cemented that.

Mooch and Garth both let out identical gasps when he stole that shaft away from them, slapping it messily down on their muzzles with a cocky sparkle in his eye.

“Thanks for the cleanup, bitches.” He leered with a not-so-subtle scoff, watching from above as they panted and heaved for breath. “But now, it’s on to the real fun.”

He made eye contact with Garth; there was a spark left, but it was dim. Really, it didn’t matter. The new-and-improved Mooch was proving to be a success. What harm could there be in a little glimmer of initiative, a little spark of defiance? It was what made Shakey so fun, after all.

And besides, that’s what they were here for. He couldn’t let his adrenaline get in the way of that, no matter how cute the big Alpha looked like this.

So he let him keep that spark for the time being, patting his chest with a heavy thump of his paw, while he worked his spit-shined shaft in the other.

“Climb up, Alpha bitch.” He snapped at the bigger wolf in front of him, eyes gleaming with a fire Garth wished he could emulate. “Let’s get round two started, yeah?”

Mooch gave his whole body a rough shake, shuffling away to give Garth some room.

“What about me?” His ears perked up, and Humphrey swore he heard some real concern in his voice. “What am I going to be doing, sir?”

Humphrey would have put a reassuring paw, but he was too busy huffing heavily, bracing himself as Garth’s large and muscled form lowered itself onto him rump-first. He gripped the large Alpha’s hips with his claws, guiding him down with his usual cocky grin until his shaft was stuffed right down the middle of his thick and muscled backside, and his heavy weight had settled comfortably on top of his smaller frame.

“Watch.”

With one deft movement, one that even seemed to surprise Garth, Humphrey hooked his front legs under his stronger, ginger-furred pair. He seized Garth’s whole body with that one swift motion, giving his tailhole a prod with his tip, and savoring the feeling of it buckling slowly inward. He could feel it already; the fiery heat, the velvety but crushing tightness, the bulge and curve of his cheeks shaking and wobbling against his knot and hips with every thrust. He needed it, as much as he needed water to drink, or air to breathe, or food to eat.

So he did what his inebriated instinct told him to, pulled the larger wolf down until his chest pressed firmly into his back, and rammed his hips upward. Humphrey slammed his lower body skyward, and the moment he felt Garth’s last defense give way to accept his shaft deep into him, he pulled down on the bigger wolf’s frame, crashing their bodies together with an impact that seemed liable to shake the ground.

He had never filled Garth this fast before, but he seemed to take it pretty well. He had never filled his hole this quickly, stuffed him this swiftly, this mercilessly, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck yes…!!” He snarled, grinding his knot against that accepting entrance with slow and agonizing grinds. “Take that cock, bitch!!”

The moan that hit his ears could have made him blow right then and there. The moment their bodies even began to connect, Garth’s voice soared, screaming out with an ecstatic vocalization that he bet could have been heard a mile away. The so-called Alpha, with his huge dick and muscled frame, moaned like a female in throws of her first heat the moment his rump was stuffed, and as Humphrey’s first thrust began two, and two became a pounding rhythm, it never subsided even by a decibel.

In fact, when Humphrey’s cock began to unload and his sensual growls returned, aimed right at that sunset-orange ear, he only screamed all the louder for it.

But Garth and him weren’t the only ones having fun. He cast that fang-bared grin down at Mooch, who seemed to simultaneously perk up and shrink back when he looked up to meet him. Humphrey’s dug his claws into his new bottom’s hips, using strength he didn’t know he had to make his lower half rise and fall with that established, pounding rhythm. And when his shaft came into view, coming within a strand of fur’s breadth of popping free with every pull upward and thrust against the dirt, Mooch drooled.

“Worship.” He snapped at the chubby wolf below him, growling from deep in his throat. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

It didn’t take long for Mooch to do as he was told, but he could still spare a few seconds.

“Ass to mouth?”

Mooch’s question didn’t seem to be so much a genuine query, as much as a snarky remark of disbelief.

“Really? You want me to worship you, while you’re inside another wolf?”

He was smirking now, grinning that drunk and dazed grin Humphrey loved so much up at him, the one that made his chest swell with excitement and his cock throb in pride.

“Yeah,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious and normal thing in the world. “What, you grossed out or something? I thought you’d do anything I told you.”

He got his answer within a second, because when Humphrey pulled Garth up again for another upward slam, the familiar feeling of Mooch’s tongue slobbering itself over his exposed and pre-smeared shaft was the next thing he felt. It was like a jolt going up his length, zapping up to the tip and back down again, rejoining his nervous system to spread throughout his body like lightning hitting a tree. The current flowed into every nerve it could, filling him with its sudden and pleasurable shock in the span of a second, all from that one simple lick. And when Mooch’s tongue flicked off of his already-pleasured shaft, he unloaded a round of pre that was so intense it squirted out to streak his face.

“N-not at all, sir!” He huffed, stammering just a bit before slobbering up that sticky, musky load and gulping it down in one slow swallow, like red from his lips after a particularly good bite of caribou. “It just sounds so hot...!”

“Then by all means,” Humphrey leered down at him, giving his shaft a heavy, showy flex before resuming his rhythm, and letting Mooch’s tongue begin its newest assault at the slightest sign of crimson flesh. “Get busy!”

Again, him and Mooch were working as one. He pounded Garth with everything he had, making those muscled, ginger cheeks jiggle and clap against his lap with every drop of his weight and every slam upward of his hips, crashing their bodies together again and again while the larger wolf squealed himself hoarse. Down below, Mooch was capitalizing on every movement he made, never missing an inch over any portion of cock he could get his lips (or tongue) on, never missing a beat in their perfect, synchronized rhythm.

This was perfect. There was no other word for it. Even as lust-clouded and buzzed as he was, as drunk as he was becoming on the sounds and sights and feel of the moment, he could at least tell that much. His senses were starting to smear, his hearing was starting to dull, and for the first time all day, he had to manually keep his tongue in his mouth.

“Fucking take it, Alpha bitch…!” He snarled, gritting his fangs with a strain in his voice he only noticed until it was too late. Like it or not, he was near to bursting again, and no amount of denial would change that. But he just pounded harder, slamming through it as the pressure continued to rise dangerously high. “That’s all you are now…! Just a big, moaning bitch around my dick…!!”

It went on like this for some time. He pounded up from below, ramming his knot demandingly against Garth’s spasming backdoor, and Mooch serviced him every step of the way, through every slam, throb, and rebounding spurt of pre. But even Humphrey had to admit; he had his limits, and he was approaching it faster than he liked. The steam valve was whistling again, ready to burst, and he found himself so deep in his lustful haze that he didn’t want to stop it.

He rammed upward, slamming away, bringing Gath down again and again, and he wasn’t sure if his tongue was in his mouth anymore. He couldn’t have been sure whether he was still growling, talking, or just moaning out with the rest of them. He couldn’t tell what part of his exposed shaft Mooch was slobbering over at any given time. It was all just bleeding together, and he couldn’t have cared less; the warm pleasure of that rising tide was enveloping his body from nose to tail, and before he had even noticed, his eyes rolled back, and the valve finally exploded.

He had rarely ever had a climax like this: so explosive, so powerful, so well-earned. He couldn’t have held it in any longer if he had tried, but he found, as he buried himself in Garth’s depths one last time, let his balls tighten up against his body, and allowed his cock to blow, he didn’t want to hold it in. He didn’t care, not about his image, not about his stamina, not about anything. All he wanted was the release, and he got it with a detonating flair.

Humphrey had rarely seen fireworks, or heard a cork pop, but he supposed that this was what it felt like. All that pressure, all that color and vibrancy, erupted out of him, flooding Garth to his brim in a matter of seconds. It was all he cared about, for that moment at the very least.

But he wasn’t completely ignoring the world around him. Even as his body flooded with endorphins and surged with adrenaline through every last vein, he still had enough attention to give to the others; not a ton, but just enough.

It didn’t take him long, for instance, to tell that Mooch’s mouth was no longer on his shaft. The moment he hilted and refused to pull back, that had been Mooch’s signal to swap his focus, and like the new-and-improved bitch he was, he took matters into his own maw. He traded one length for another in a second, swapping out Humphrey’s buried and bursting dick for Garth’s spurting, twitching monster in the second it took to suck in a breath. Whether it was just to have something in his mouth or to suck down any climax he could find, Humphrey would never know, but as he watched Mooch take Garth down to the knot, deepthroating that gushing and throbbing Alpha length in a split second’s time with amazing and baffling speed, he didn’t really care.

Besides, he couldn’t possibly have gotten into the mind of a bottom. His brain just wasn’t wired that way, they all knew that.

But whatever Mooch had been thinking didn't matter. Clearly, Garth was doing something more his speed: cumming his brains out. If his body language hadn’t told him that was the case, the fact that his filled and gaped hole was spasming and squeezing rapidly down on his cock from all angles at such a rapid pace that he could barely keep up would have spoken volumes about it. He might have been baring his teeth, head tilted back and hips making little shoving rams of his own against Mooch’s dutiful lips, but his tailhole was milking Humphrey for all he was worth, squeezing out every last drop of everything he had to give, and earning way more than it bargained for. The moment Humphrey’s climax began, he was already overflowing; that much had been obvious by the sticky warmth plastering his lower body, or the streaks of white that painted Mooch’s face even a minute later.

It was a jumble, a mess, out-of-order. His thoughts were both flying all over the place and singularly focused on the act at paw. He was in the moment and distracted. But there was a single, certain element to it all.

He was cumming his brains out too, and filling the biggest Alpha he knew while he did it. That was good enough for him.

He had no idea how long it lasted. It could have been seconds, or even minutes. This kind of thing typically happened when he came this hard, but when his high had started to ebb away, his head started to clear. Fleshy smacks and tired moans hit his ears, his vision started to clear, and the haze eventually started to settle.

Garth was still flush with his body, his knot still not inside yet (not that it mattered, it wasn’t time for that yet), but the first thing he felt was his weight. The Alpha wolf was heavy, he had to give him that. He hadn’t realized how much weight he had on him, or how much his hips were starting to hurt, but now, the facts of the matter where starting to become a bit more clear.

His lower body ached, his milked-dry length twitched in a strange combination of pain, exhaustion, and an overwhelming afterglow; it was the kind of pain and tiredness he could deal with, the kind that only came as a backlash to intense pleasure flooding his body, so he didn’t even think of complaining. He didn’t push Garth off of him, even though he knew he probably had the strength to do it given how he was so weakly holding himself straight up. Instead, he just lay there, letting the comforting blanket of endorphins settle over them all for a few more brief, restful moments.

Well, that is, until the action kicked back in. It always did.

Humphrey could have counted down from five. He did count down from five, on the toes of his right paw lazily against the dirt, and when it hit zero…

“I’m not your… bitch!”

“I’m sorry?”

That was all he needed to say. As tired as he was, Humphrey still had the energy to sit up a bit and shoot out those few words with as much of a snarky chuckle and sarcastic grin as he could manage.

But Garth was acting anything but playful. The bigger wolf put his weight down a little bit, clearly steadying himself to stop from toppling over, and in pure Alpha style, used that steadying motion to pull himself up and off.

“You called me… your bitch.” He said, a noticeable growl in his throat, even as he slowly pulled his body off of Humphrey’s frame, letting that cum-smeared length gradually slip free from his equally cum-oozing tailhole until the tip popped free, and the remnants of his hot and gooey load leaked and spilled out onto his lap. “Just a minute ago. Don’t think… just because you fucked me a few times… that changes anything…!”

Garth looked back, and Humphrey was a little surprised to see his expression: he looked tired, yes, but more than anything, he was grinning back at him, with that same level of cocky energy he always had.

“I’m an Alpha, coyote.” He was speaking a bit clearer now, the first one to almost completely regain his full composure. Leaking and cock-gaped tailhole or no, Humphrey couldn’t deny the presence he had. This wasn’t a wolf that went down easily, and the thought made his belly flutter and his chest feel hot. “No Omegas in the world are going to… own me!”

He should have been intimidated. He really should have. If Mooch was conscious over there, he should have been too (he was certain he had passed out, by the looks of things). They both should have been falling under his superior Alpha shadow, and rolling over like good Omegas are supposed to, ready for whatever he could throw at them.

But he wasn’t. He met smirk with smirk, making the big Alpha yelp and jump with a single swat to his white-stained rump, and giving a growl of his own. He was recovering now too, and with every breath he took, his composure flooded back. By the time Garth’s sound of shock hit his ears, he was lazing back, paws behind his head, and hard-on raging again like nothing had happened.

“Sure thing, moose.” He said smoothly, watching those ginger-and-cream rumpcheeks bounce and shake from the single smack alone. “You keep telling yourself that. We’ve been making you scream all day, and we’re gonna do it again ‘till you give up. We’ve got daylight; right, Mooch?”

Truth be told, his call-out to the snoring wolf had been a bluff; he had no idea how deep his sleep was, but he had to at least try.

Luckily, it paid off. The big Omega answered the call immediately, without a single second of delay. One moment, he was splayed out and looking lost in an exhausted, deep sleep. But the very next second, his eyes sprung open, and in a flash, he was up in a dutiful, straight-as-an-arrow sit. He looked a little worn-out, but he was at attention all the same.

“Yes sir…!” He shot Humphrey a short and stiff salute, before relaxing and letting himself catch a few breaths. “We’ve got… all day! We’re not done with you yet…!”

“You tell him, pup.”

Humphrey shot him a glance, and Mooch’s rosy blush somehow became more prominent. It swelled up on his muzzle with the fullness of a blossoming flower, and the look seemed to knock him backward, off-balance, a bit. He had half a mind to ask him if he was okay, but the drunken snorting chuckle that issued from his muzzle as he straightened back up answered his question.

He was alright, he was just enamored. But with Mooch, what else was new?

“Oh, I’ll tell him, Humph…!”

Humphrey barely knew what happened. Either Mooch was too fast for him to react to, or he was in such a sex-drunk state that his memory was starting to flicker, but before he knew exactly how he got there, he and Mooch were standing in front of Garth, one fat and full ass pressing firmly against another, one gray and one the color of fresh sand.

He vaguely remembered the sight of Mooch trotting up to him, and the feeling of his tail wrenching him around, but he didn’t have time to think then, and he didn’t have time now. Him and his personal pup now stood ass-to-ass, backs arched, cheeks squishing so perfectly together, and shared smirks so hot they could have melted the trace amounts of rock in the soil beneath them into slag.

“Or, we’ll tell him. Won’t we, sir? I -I mean, if you don’t mind!”

Mooch’s words rang in his ears, turning into the exact same sexual mush as everything else, and without a conscious input from him, their rumps rose in another instance of perfect unison, and Garth drooled down his front by just a tad when they bounced like a mirror was between them.

Humphrey couldn’t have stopped himself from talking if he tried. Garth had straightened up by now, and the Alpha wolf licked his lips with a slow and hungry slobber, just as his monster of a knotted cock twitched heavily between his hind legs.

“Does it look like I mind, pup?” Humphrey leered, doing the same and initiating the next Alpha-hypnotizing bounce. “Don’t worry, we will. I hope you’re ready for round two, bitch. ‘Cause we’re nowhere near done yet!”

Mooch started the next bounce, and Humphrey had to dig his claws into the dirt to stop his whole body from skidding forward. Their asses clapped together hard enough to make his ears ring, but he didn’t care one bit. It just made him harder, watching them wobble together like that.

“I hope you’re ready, Alpha sir…!” Mooch grinned, that same expression as before plastered on his face, and never seeming to leave. “I hope you’re ready for us!”

He still sounded a little nervous, but that was understandable.

Besides, Garth seemed to be enjoying it, so he couldn’t knock Mooch’s developing style. Garth was still standing tall, even if all it took was for Humphrey to make a simple tail-swat down onto his own rump to make the cracks start to show. When the smack rang out, and both asses quaked as one and against one another, Garth breathed just that little extra bit harder, and his knees looked a tiny bit weak up front. Just the way they both liked it.

But just as quickly as he wavered, Garth straightened up, flicking a messy lock of mane out of his eyes with a smirk that was surprisingly composed.

“You said you’d show me your worst, Omegas.” He half-chuckled, huffing out a blast of breath that seemed to perfectly coincide with an idle wobble of their rumps, as if the air itself had jiggled their cheeks. “But I haven’t seen anything all that impressive yet! How about you two step it up a bit?”

“Says the guy that was just moaning on my dick.”

Garth brushed it off without a single word or gesture, but Humphrey knew his words had hit. Regardless, Garth didn’t respond to it at all beyond spacing his hind legs further apart, and giving his cock a might flex in their direction.

“So, on to business. Let’s get this second round started already. ” He grinned with a light chuckle and a heavy leer, Mooch drooling shamelessly at the sight of yet another bead of pre welling up on Garth’s flexing tip. “So, which one of you is taking this dick first?”

Mooch was drooling again, but Humphrey only scoffed, breaking the rump-bump with a single, smooth motion. He rolled his eyes with a cocky and amused snort, only taking a few swift steps in the Alpha’s direction before whipping around again, and shoving that infamous backside of his mere inches from his smirking muzzle. It was such a practiced, perfect motion that he could have done it in his sleep, and once he had carried out the steps, he knew Garth’s entire field of vision was filled with what he had to show off.

The bigger wolf’s breath was so hot he swore he felt it sear his skin, so fiery he swore he smelled burning fur, but that didn’t stop him from giving that perpetually-teasing ass a few high and bouncing lifts, and shooting the wolf behind him his best smirk he had made all day as his tail gingerly draped its fluffy length over the curve of one of those immaculate mounds. Garth huffed, Humphrey showed off, and the throbs of the Alpha cock he was teasing matched his pulse to the last heartbeat. He might have been nowhere near the shaft itself, but he didn’t need to be; Garth’s pulse was that obvious.

Their eyes met, and he huffed out the nose again, arching his back just a bit more.

“Like I’d ever even think about it.”

And with that, he strode off again, robbing him of his sight as quickly as it had come. He took a few paces off to the side, turned again, and surveyed the both of them as Garth’s expression faltered for a second.

“Showoff.”

He said that word somewhere between a growl and a snapping snarl, but all Humphrey did was snicker at it, desperate to hold back the fluttering heat filling him from the stomach outwards. His veins were on fire, his cock was throbbing, and his ass gave an idly jiggle from some source he couldn’t possibly have placed.

“And a tease.” He added, smirking proudly and giving his out-of-sight hindquarters another lift. “Can’t forget that! I’m a tease, you’re a cock-slut in denial, we all have fun!”

Garth growled just a bit more, but a quick shake of the head brought his voice back down again. Humphrey chuckled once more time, planting himself on the ground with a noticeable thud and sitting back.

“Don’t even try to deny it either. We’re in round two now, Alpha bitch. We’re stepping it up a notch!”

He stood up suddenly, rejoining Mooch and resuming his previous position with a clap of two asses in one. They stood-rump-to-rump again, and their combined smirks could have put Garth’s best to shame multiple times over, the fire in their eyes enough to make him wince just from looking at them. He pressed his rump back and Mooch met him halfway, just in time for Humphrey to spy the Alpha wolf in front of them wiping a few beads of sweat on his pawpads off onto the ground.

“I’m tired of this foreplay.” He leered smugly, shooting Mooch a burning look over his shoulder, and getting one back before they turned their attention back to the Alpha in front of them. “That is what the last round was, right Mooch?”

“Oh yeah.” He chuckled, pressing back with a pleasured little groan. “Nothing but a warm up for the real thing…!”

“That’s the spirit.” Humphrey met Mooch’s push in the middle, and Garth seemed to be sweating again. “So, are we gonna kick-start this or not?”

It didn’t take any longer than a second for the smack to come. This time it wasn’t his tail, or even Mooch’s, but Garth’s ginger paws coming down right on their backsides, each muscle-bound set of digits and claws sinking deep into their presented rumpcheeks with obvious, cushy impressions.

“I’m just as tired as you are, Omegas.” He snarled, grinning so wide his fangs gleamed white and his eyes glowed with a verdant shimmer. “Let’s get this going again, before I fuck you both right here and now.”

Humphrey only bounced their rumps together yet again, resisting the urge to dig a fang into his lip when Garth’s expression began to melt again, falling a little bit when their respective asses collided mere inches from his muzzle.

It didn’t matter how much he pretended, Garth always crumbled in the end. And it wouldn’t be long before he did it again; not long at all.

“You can try.” Humphrey rolled his eyes, pressing back just a little bit harder, until Mooch’s claws dug audibly into the dirt. “But you risk getting plowed! I hope you like knots, bitch.”






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