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", "writing": "The day burned on in Jasper Park. The sun made its way across the sky at its usual constant march, lengthening shadows further eastward with every change in angle, and bringing the day closer to its end with every imperceptible drift. Time progressed at its usual ticking pace, the sun arced across the blue to mark its passing, and the day continued. \n\nWhen Humphrey, Mooch, and Garth had arrived at the Usual Spot, the sun had been directly overhead, bearing itself down in noticeable golden rays through the trees around them. The shadows were short, and midday had been in full swing. But now, it was starting to arc westward. The shadows around them were lengthening, the wolves’ own shadows were following suit, and daylight continued to burn. There was nothing they could do to slow it down, but Humphrey found he didn’t care.\n\nBecause the time was the last thing on his mind right now.\n\nHe had more important things to do, and they demanded his full attention. Humphrey didn’t give a care in the world about the time of day, not when he was standing the way he was, rump-to-rump with his favorite dull-golden pup behind him. Not when Garth’s handsy paws were clapping down on their presented back-ends like a ton of boulders. And certainly not when the impact rang out with a meaty crash that could have deafened a group of lesser wolves, and made them faint at the sight of their combined quakes alone.\n\nYeah, the time was definitely not what he was thinking about right now.\n\nHe had seen that slap coming a mile away. It was as easy as breathing to buck back against it, and the impact was all the louder for it when his upward slam met that downward crash. Sure, it might have stung a bit, but a wolf like Humphrey was used to it by now.\n\nNot that he minded the attention around back -far from it- but the bigger wolf’s impatience was mutual. He took that slap with everything he had, arching his back against the razor-sharp claws and watching as Mooch imitated him, and started counting down the seconds.\n\n\"I'm just as tired of waiting around as you are, Omegas.\" Garth growled, clearing attempting to act tough and save face, despite the fact that his ginger rump was still as red as a beet and oozing white from under the tail. “Let's get this going again, eh? Before I fuck you both right here and now.\"\n\n“You can try.” Humphrey scoffed with a teasing roll of his eyes, and an equally-teasing buck against the rump behind him. Mooch’s ever-present blush deepened to a blood-red hue when he watched their rumps collide, and he had to dig his claws into the dirt to stop from sliding forward. “But you risk getting plowed! I hope you like knots, bitch.”\n\nGarth scoffed at that, clearly trying his best to hide the fact that he was buckling in the knees again, the verdant shimmer in his eye was starting to falter, and just the sight of their rumps was enough to make him swoon. The big guy didn’t look as confident, or as composed, as he had been less than an hour ago; Humphrey smelled the desire rolling off of him as clear as day, and a little note of denial too. It was as obvious as the smell of rain before a storm, or the first whiffs of flowers at the start of Spring. Or maybe, just the lusty scent a horny wolf who was in over his head.\n\n“If anyone likes a good knot, it’s, uh… you two!” Garth tried his best to sound sexy when he said those words, but Humphrey just laughed silently to himself; he could feel how forced and fake they were, and it didn’t take a genius to hear it. Even Mooch raised a brow. “I bet you’d love taking turns on mine. How about I show you?”\n\n“Think I’ll pass.” Humphrey grinned, giving his tail a swish before draping it suggestively over his backside. “Taking dick’s not really my thing, you know?”\n\nGarth tried to growl steamily again, but it was about as effective this time as it was every other time, coming out more as an impatient whine. For all his bravado, his foot-long monster of a cock still twitched between his hind legs, and his eyes were still trained on their rumps with pleading desperation. \n\n“But you know what is my thing?” He leered, bumping back against Mooch again, who continued his efforts not to lose his balance. \n\n“Wrecking fake studs like you ‘till they admit how much they want my dick.” He broke his contact with Mooch’s rump with a sudden push off, hearing him let out a disappointed huff as he nudged his back-end in Garth’s salivating direction. “So are you gonna do that, or are me and my buddy here gonna have to make you?”\n\nHumphrey half-lidded his eyes, letting them catch the light as he gave his tail a suggestive swish, angling himself just a bit more into Garth’s field of view. He wasn’t fully facing him ass-to-muzzle (as much as he would have liked to), but that didn’t stop him from running the tip of his tail under his chin as he spaced his back legs out a bit.\n\n“So?” He smirked as hotly as he could, his internal clock counting down rapidly to zero, and only ticking faster as his patience wore thinner. “What’ll it be, Barf?”\n\nAnother sparking moment passed between them all. Mooch made a few strides around to their side, watching them as they traded looks and banter, but didn’t say a word. The silence went on for far too long, especially given Humphrey’s ever-increasing impatience, and he was heavily considering just jumping the bigger wolf when Garth finally spoke up.\n\n“You think I’m gonna let myself get bossed around by a coyote?” He seemed to choke on those words, trying his best to swallow his nerves, but it didn’t seem to do much. Humphrey saw it in his eyes; he liked the idea\n\nEmbarrassment? Guilt? A sense of missed opportunity? Whichever it was, Garth was speaking up again, and he didn’t have time to run with it. \n\n“I’m the one with the dick. I’m the Alpha, so I’m the one in charge. That’s just how we do things, at least in my pack. I thought you would’ve gotten that by now.”\n\n“We both have dicks, Barf.” Humphrey threw a chuckle back over his shoulder, “And you’re in my club now, moose. I don’t care how big your dick is, I’m always the one on top here.”\n\nGarth’s knees quivered again, and that was all Humphrey needed to see. Even as he pulled in a breath to try and respond, it was all he could do to repress the urge to laugh; laugh at how hard the Alpha was trying, at how much effort he was putting into his expected, societal role. He was trying so hard; but in the Usual Spot, none of that mattered, and they all knew it, whether one of them wanted to admit it or not.\n\n“Oh yeah, you were on top, all right.” Garth leered in that trying-too-hard way Humphrey was growing very familiar with. “Right on top of my-”\n\nHumphrey shot him a sharp glare, and Garth’s lips sealed themselves up with an audible snap.\n\n“Hey.” He said curtly. “Watch the topic of conversation, there are pups watching.”\n\nHe motioned back to Mooch, and Garth didn’t so much as try to say another word, just in time for them to resume their previous rump-to-rump position with a cheek-wobbling impact.\n\nThe motion was two-fold: firstly, Garth’s jaw was falling to the forest floor again, something he would never get enough of seeing. But secondly, he had to know something.\n\nHe turned his head to look at Mooch, covering up his intention with a carnal smirk and another arch of the back, and watched for any signs of understanding. A single glint in the eye, a single realizing gasp, anything at all. He scanned Mooch’s features in a few short glances, searching for any signal or cue.\n\nIf he knew too much, that wouldn’t be good. Garth had overplayed his hand; he would have to punish him for it later when he got the chance. He had a reputation to uphold, the big guy knew that! If word got out that he had ridden a dick…\n\nHe scanned Mooch’s expression and body language one last time, and beyond a slightly-cocked brow that he might have just been imagining, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he didn’t find anything of note. A weight lifted off his shoulders, and a deep exhale followed that warmed his ice-cold veins back up to their normal temperature.\n\n“Note to self.” He thought, “Ask about that look later, and be subtle about it.”\n\nFor now, it was all he was capable of doing. For now, that was as good as things were going to get. \n\nAnd now, he had more important things to do than worry.\n\nHe shot Mooch a legitimate grin, and his dull-blonde friend returned it to sender. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. So he twisted the friendly smile into another carnal smirk and tossed it Garth’s way, shifting his focus back on a dime.\n\nAs reluctant as he was to do it, he had to: he gave one last shove backward, gracing Mooch’s bouncy rump with one last bucking slam, one last clapping impact, and pushed off. \n\n“Anyway,” He spoke up with a few swishes of his tail, moving around to Garth's side until they stood parallel, rump-to-muzzle. “Let's cut the chit-chat and get this show back on the road, guys. Gotta say, this foreplay's not doing it for me anymore.”\n\nGarth’s breath was just as fiery as before, but it came out as a shudder rather than a snort, quaking all that cake with less of a paw-like slap and more of a series of small jiggles. Now that was something he could do all day.\n\n“You wanna put that fat dick to good use, big boy?” He whispered, as deep and husky as before, and right into his ear. He stopped in his tracks, watching Garth’s glimmering, verdant eyes as they tracked his rump and cheeks and tail down to their last motion, his heart fluttering and his breaths coming in a deep and hurried fashion. He could practically feel it all in his chest, mere inches away from him. “I know you do, you’re practically cumming already! You really oughta work on that stamina.”\n\nGarth made a noise that sounded like the beginning of the words “shut up”, but a slight repositioning made it fizzle out. In a second, he was getting a face-full of ass, Humphrey’s back arching to fill his field of view from wall to wall, and his tail whipping down to smack it all into a frenzy. \n\n“Look at you,” He leered over his shoulder, blue eyes shimmering as he rode out the sting, and cock throbbing at the way his own ass quaked in front of Garth’s stunned and hypnotized face. “All ready to lose your mind just from seeing an ass. Do we have you that pent-up, huh?”\n\nAgain, Garth tried to say something, and again it fizzled out. He didn’t even have to do anything this time.\n\n“I thought so. Well, don’t you dare think about cumming anytime soon.”\n\nHe bucked his hips again, taking his tone down to a growl that could barely be heard over the ear-ringing clap that sounded out when his cheeks came crashing together.\n\n“Not without my permission, anyway.” He was whispering now, growling low and subtle right in Garth’s ear, and watching him shudder. \"Or your dick isn’t coming anywhere near this ass for the next few weeks. Think you can hold out that long?”\n\nGarth stayed quiet, and Humphrey dug a fang so hard into his lip he thought he tasted blood when the Alpha wolf’s mouth started to go agape. \n\nAnd then, with an affirmative nod from him, his swished his tail against the underside of his chin again, and stole that view away in one quick stride.\n\n“Here’s the deal, stud.” He spoke loud and clear now, and when he checked over his shoulder, Garth was shaking the lust out of the mane and Mooch had turned to face them. “You make my buddy over there cum from just your dick alone, you get your…” He chuckled deep, and Mooch raised a brow. “...reward later, when I feel like it. Just like the other times, don’t get any ideas. But if you cum before he does, you miss out. Deal?”\n\nGarth made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl, and nodded again. Humphrey smelled his pre, burning hot against the forest floor like lava as it dribbled from his cocktip. \n\n“As if you could resist, coyote.” He shook his head again, flecking off that lustful fog one bit at a time, only for it to come back again a moment later. “You’ve got yourself a deal. It’ll be easy!”\n\n“Sure it will.” Humphrey stopped in his tracks, spacing out his hind legs again; he didn’t even need to look to know he was staring. “You’re in for one hell of a ride, lemme tell ya. You are okay with this, right, pup? You’re alright with showing him what you can do, now?”\n\nThis time, he did look behind him, and just as he had predicted, their eyes were on his rump. But just as soon as he glanced over his shoulder, Mooch snapped to attention, and his gaze snapped to meet him.\n\n“Are you asking if I want a big Alpha to get me to cum paws-free?” The idea itself almost seemed to make him short on breath, by the way he was panting for air. “Do you really think I’d say no to that?”\n\n“Thought so.”\n\nTruth be told, he’d probably forget all about the bet in a few minutes. It was less of a real wager and more of a way to get things moving, a piece of casual chitchat, and he suspected Garth (on some level, anyway) knew that. Either way, he looked far too drunk on his own libido to care one way or another. He probably wouldn’t even remember the conversation once Mooch had bottomed his brains out.\n\n“Well,” He spoke up again, taking a strides around Garth’s muscled form, and giving him another face-full as he finished his circuit. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare? Not that I mind, but the sun’s still moving, moose!”\n\n“Bet you’d like that, huh, coyote?” Garth huffed, but his face was nervous. Humphrey saw it as clear as day, and all it took was an arch of his back and a lip-biting smirk to set the Alpha off further. “But you’re right, we really should get moving. Unless you’ve changed your mind and wanna go instead!”\n\n“Not a chance.” He tossed that smirk back over his shoulder with a sassy glint in his eye, stealing that view away yet again with a swish of his tail. “You two go and get busy, I can handle myself.”\n\n“For now, anyway.” Mooch gave a little snorting chuckle, another shiver going up Garth’s spine when he found himself face-to-hide with the tubby wolf’s cream-hued rump. “I know you won’t even last two minutes, sir! You never were good at just watching.”\n\n“Just…” Humphrey whipped around and swished a paw through the air impatiently. “Just take his dick, pup. Save your mouth for something more important; you’ll need it.”\n\nMooch shot him an amused grin, and snorted out another chuckle.\n\n“Heh, yessir.”\n\nIt didn’t take long for both of them to jump into action. In no time at all, Mooch was fawning all over every inch of Garth, drinking down his musk from nose to tail, head to pawpads, with ravenous, huffing breaths. He had seen the guy worship a male before, but he seemed especially into it today.\n\nBut he couldn’t fault Mooch too much; Garth did look great when he was disheveled.\n\n“Holy…” The bigger Omega breathed as he passed along Garth’s side, laying a paw against his ginger-furred rump and roving his nose all along his fur. “You smell so good, Alpha Sir…!”\n\nHumphrey stiffed a chuckle. He didn’t want to be mean to his friend, but they had to work on his nicknaming skills.\n\n“I know I do…!” Garth snorted, trying and failing to keep his persona up as Mooch slipped around to his backside, drawing deep breaths against the underside of his tail and his low-hanging balls. “That’s what a real wolf smells like, Omega! Go on, drink it all up!”\n\nMooch hadn’t been waiting for permission; if Humphrey wasn’t good at sitting back and watching the action unfold, Mooch was bad at waiting for it to start. It wasn’t even a second before Mooch was drunkenly huffing all over the Alpha’s tall and muscled body. His swinging balls, his raging foot-long cock, his pulsating knot, his (even though the big guy would never admit it) used and abused tailhole; nothing was out of range or off-limits for him. He just went to town, drinking down his musk and heady scent breath by breath, losing himself with slurred and dirty moans with every new place on Garth’s body he went.\n\nHumphrey knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of this kind of treatment; he had just done it the previous day, and many times before that. He would have been lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous, but as Mooch drew a deep breath and let it out as a moan under the Alpha’s sunset-orange tail, he shook his head.\n\n“It’s just an act, Humphrey.” He sighed to himself, leaning back a bit as that familiar knot tied itself tightly in his belly. He knew that feeling too, and he thought it was kind of funny that Garth was involved with it both times. “He’ll be all over just like this, this time tomorrow. Just you wait!”\n\n“Holy caribou, Alpha sir…!” Mooch moaned like the pup he was, letting it all out against his balls with a whining snort. “You’re so… perfect!”\n\nSure, Mooch might have been fawning over him, but it was all in service of the big goal. And besides, he couldn’t begrudge him a worship session, even if Garth was stealing a page out of his own playbook and brushing his muzzle away from his ass. He couldn’t be mad at him for going all-in, that would have just been vindictive.\n\nEven if he would have preferred it if Mooch was all over him instead.\n\n“Hey! Watch the rump, Omega!” Garth tried to growl back at him, but it came out paired with a noticeable whine. “I know you’re probably used to eating the coyote’s ass or whatever, but I’m a lot more selective!”\n\nHumphrey really had to bite his tongue there. The urge to fire something corrective and snarky at him was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it there and swallowed it down. \n\nBesides, he wasn’t in the best position to be commenting anyway. He hadn’t given it much thought in the last few hours, but he had considered it yesterday.\n\n“I wish. Humphrey never lets me do it!” Mooch’s voice almost sounded like he was complaining, and he salivated as he moved onto the spot between Garth’s hind legs. “But weren’t you the one with his dick inside you just a while ago?”\n\nHumphrey resisted the urge to laugh again; Mooch could be funny when he wanted to, but it was more Garth’s reaction that set him off. The studly wolf recoiled immediately, and the slight blush on his muzzle was the icing on that particularly-tasty cake. He was doing a bad job at hiding it as usual, but as Mooch continued his worship, it just kept coming back stronger and stronger, until his whole face was burning red.\n\nBut he didn’t have time to look too hard for that particular feature; he had the rest of the wolf’s impending breakdown to observe. As much of a strong front as Garth put up, Mooch’s ravenous huffs and worshiping attention was starting to wear him down. He was getting just as excited as the Omega beneath him was, and the cocky expression on his face rapidly started to falter when Mooch’s huffs and snorts began to make way for more than just his nose. Soon, his tongue was joining the fray, slobbering up the length of his shaft until it twitched and leaked, slurping over his knot to make it further pulse, and weighing the sheer volume of his balls until it looked like they were too heavy for the muscle to handle.\n\n“You taste so good… Alpha Sir!” Mooch moaned out again, readjusting himself a bit and extending his tongue to cup the length of Garth’s cock in its upward-curling girth, his eyes fluttering as the Alpha's scent and flavor melted over his taste buds.\n\n“And… you love it! Don’t you, Omega?”\n\n“Do you mind if I…” Mooch took a few steps backward as he talked, dragging his tongue along that impressive length until he flicked off the tip, and he was able to look up into his eyes. He listed his eyes, their gazes met, and Garth’s shaft unloaded a gush of precum onto the forest floor below. “...suck your cock?”\n\n“Like you haven’t done that twice today, without asking!”\n\n“Good point.” Mooch grinned up at him with an expression Humphrey thought almost looked smug, letting out a guilty chuckle. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.”\n\nMooch took a few steps forward, Garth’s eyes going wide as he suddenly took the reins in his fangs, and without even lining up, took the larger wolf’s cock down to the knot. He slipped it past his lips so quickly that Humphrey had barely seen it happen, but in no time at all, his head was bobbing back and forth along its length, taking it from knot to tip with slobbers and ease. Humphrey’s own length twitched wildly, a combination of jealousy and desperation driving it to throb hard as he watched Mooch take him down to the base on one gulping slide of his muzzle, over every inch he had to offer with no hesitation. \n\nJust a few days ago, he never would have imagined Mooch being so forward. But here he was now, taking some measure of control, some small pull at the reins, and making the Alpha wolf above him moan out from just his lips alone. It was so unlike a dom, and both Omegas realized it with a shared, quick wink.\n\n“Keep going, pup.” Humphrey’s said, “You’ve almost got him!”\n\nGarth was trying to form words, but it looked like all he could do to lean his head back and groan as they died in his throat. Mooch’s lips and throat were just that good, Humphrey had plenty of experience with that, but he had never seen a wolf, Alpha or otherwise, break down like this just from a mouth alone. Mooch was driving him nuts, slurping up and down his shaft, gulping down his musky pre-loads, savoring his flavors and sensually huffing his scents and smells, and all Garth was able to do was watch and enjoy, without so much as the energy to thrust back against him.\n\nMooch didn’t seem to be going especially fast, or especially hard, or even doing anything especially different. Either he had stumbled upon a new technique for sucking dick (if that was the case, Humphrey would have to get a demonstration later), or Garth was so close to the edge that a simple blowjob was enough to break him down. Humphrey couldn’t tell for certain, but one thing was obvious at this point: He had rarely ever seen a wolf look so pleasured.\n\nGarth’s face was rapidly melting into an expression of pure, defenseless ecstacy, Mooch’s muzzle and throat draining what little will he had left by the second. He slurped and suckled and moaned around every last inch, and the wolf above him was breaking down all the faster because of it, digging a fang into his lip as he eyes rolled up into his skull, losing his last grip on control until he seemed ready to snap. What had started as the occasional moan steadily grew louder in the ensuing minutes, until their distinctly-subby timbre was undeniable. \n\nSoon, Garth’s moans hit a fever pitch, only for a loud and gasping slurp to fill the air, and they stopped dead. The larger wolf’s rapturous sounds suddenly fizzled out, the evaporating ghosts of his next few noises being overpowered by the sticky pop that now filled the clearing as Mooch yanked himself off. The tubby Omega took a single steadying breath as he did, and emerged out into the light from under Garth’s shadow with a single pace backward\n\n“Was it good for you, Alpha sir?” He asked in his usual dopey, worshiping tone, even if it was slightly twinged with sarcasm in the way only an Omega would pick up on. “Are you about to cum…?”\n\nThis time, Humphrey was the one taken aback. It was definitely still a submissive question, there was no doubt about that, but a definite smugness was creeping through, like Mooch was having trouble containing how much fun he was having watching Garth crumble. Humphrey had only heard that tone of voice a few times from him before, and every time he did, things always got interesting.\n\nAnd he would have been right again, because when Garth didn’t reply beyond a barely-noticeable whine and nod, Mooch grinned upward. That blush was still there, but the confidence and sexual smugness was more on display than ever before. Mooch seemed far too pleased with himself, but Humphrey found he didn’t mind.\n\nBecause there was nothing more hot than watching a confident, fat-assed wolf turn around and present himself, putting his chest against the ground and thrusting his bouncy, cream-hued rump up into a broken Alpha’s salivating face. There were very few things that were hotter than that.\n\n“Well, don’t waste your load on my mouth, sir!” Mooch was carefully reining in the smugness now, regressing just a tad into more of that blushy, submissive mode he was so proficient at. “Your Alpha cum is way too good for that! Do you mind if I… could get it up my tail instead?”\n\nA glimmer of that same confidence shone in Mooch’s eyes as he looked his way again. Blue stared into gold, and for a moment, a passing shaft of light made them both shimmer. It didn’t take a very intelligent wolf to know what that look meant, and Humphrey knew it immediately.\n\n“Watch me, sir.” That look said, “Sit tight. I’ve almost got him.”\n\nSo Humphrey did as he was asked, and sat back and watched as Mooch started going in for the kill. Garth wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t growling or snarling or making suggestive comments. He wasn’t making so much as a peep. Instead, he was just watched with gritted fangs and shaking knees, gulping down what looked like a salivating dollop of drool as Mooch began to sway and buck his hips, letting his tail lift and swing out of the way bit by bit.\n\nMooch had clearly studied his technique. His pawprints all over it: the usage of his hips to vary his speed and power, the arching of his back to further bring attention to the utter size and heft of his fuckable rump, the outward spacing of his back paws to further increase the leverage of every bounce and movement, they were all his style. Sure, Mooch might have been ripping from his style page for page, but there was one thing that was different.\n\nMooch’s tail was raised up all the way, draping seamlessly over the curve of his cheeks, and his hole was on perfect, unabashed display. He never would have done that, let alone given that puckered tailhole a clenching wink and pushed it all back into Garth’s huffing and hypnotized face, peering over his shoulder with mouth agape and muzzle as red as a sunset. It really was the perfect image, and it stirred something inside him for a moment.\n\nIt was perfect; too perfect, even. As much as he hated to admit it, it looked too good not to use…\n\nAnd as he watched Mooch throw it all back, tossing that ass around like a pro, taking advantage of every last thing he had, he couldn’t help but be hit with a thought.\n\nMooch had been right. He was having a hard time just watching. Patience had never been his strong point, especially when sex was involved. It was taking everything he had not to jump in and take Garth’s place, and the longer Mooch went on, showing his stuff like he rarely ever had before, the harder it was becoming to not cut loose.\n\n“C’mon, buddy…” He groaned just above a whisper, trying his best to keep his paw from making a break for his twitching, desperate length. He was leaking already, his shaft twitching and his knot throbbing painfully as he kept himself away. “Hurry it up…!”\n\nNeither of the others said a word, but he knew they could smell it. They might have been busy with each other, but knew they had noticed the scent of his sex drive, so desperate to kick into gear. The Alpha might have let out a snort or huff, but Humphrey didn’t catch it; he was far too busy looking at his shaking knees and desperate eyes to focus on his vocalizations, yoyo-ing up and down to try and keep up with Mooch’s taunting rump. The big Alpha was openly salivating now, drool dribbling down his chin and onto the dirt below as Mooch’s ass teased itself a mere inch or so from his ravenous eyes and drooling muzzle. Their eyes met, Mooch’s subby expression burning as bright as ever, and Garth’s eyes went wide.\n\n“Please, Alpha sir…” Mooch moaned, mouth agape and muzzle a bright crimson red as his rump finally came to a stop, wobbling and jiggling to a halt with his tail far out of the way. “Please fuck me!”\n\nGarth looked like he might have been trying to think of something clever, or maybe just something to say at all, but all he did was shut his drooling mouth and snort out the nose before advancing on the upturned rump in front of him. He didn’t say a word as he approached, didn’t growl a single phrase or comment as he mounted the tubby Omega from behind, breathing heavily into Mooch’s ears with his paws on either side of his shoulders, and didn’t say so much as a single taunting, overcompensating snarl as he lined up. His muscled front paws came down on the earth hard, kicking up a little bit of dirt into the air as he weighed himself down over Mooch’s laid-out form, and for the first time in a while, Garth growled. \n\nIf Humphrey hadn’t been sitting down, he was sure his ass would have jiggled from the timbre alone. In fact, even as pinned against his body and the ground as they were, he swore he still felt his rumpcheeks move a bit. Doing his best to hold it together, trying his hardest (and only slight succeeding) to not take his cock in his paw, Humphrey watched as the ginger-furred Alpha brought that beast of a knotted cock down on Mooch’s cheeks with a clapping impact, and observed from his slight distance as he ground needily against the presented wolf in front of him, holding down his jealousy with every twitch and pulse.\n\n“C’mon, pup…” He found himself growling those words out, keeping them a measured whisper for the time being. “Just take his dick already. Don’t keep me waiting…!”\n\nIt was like Mooch had heard his thoughts, because only a second later, he sniffed at the air, and his sex-drunk expression broadened to a crimson, fang-gleaming grin. \n\n“P-please, Alpha, sir…!” Mooch mewled, his blush seeming to deepen even further, and his chest heaving with heavy and worshiping breaths. “Just put it in me already! I can’t wait for your cock any longer…!”\n\nMooch didn’t even need to finish his sentence to get what he wanted; within the span of those few words, Garth’s hips were ramming forward, and his screaming moans were filling the air from ground to canopy.\n\nIt didn’t matter how broken or impatient Garth was, watching him fill a wolf up to the very brim, using every last ounce of power in those muscled hindquarters and every last inch of that footlong dick was always enthralling. Humphrey always found himself entranced by it, by every ounce and every inch and every drop of masculinity that was in the wolf. He might have been broken down, but he was a lot like Kate in that way.\n\nEven in the middle of the steamiest sex imaginable, he was still irresistible. His masculine presence and pleasant persona didn’t clash with the sexiness; they mixed with it, forming the perfect sticky, musky cocktail. Humphrey drank it down easily too, gulping it down until the glass was drained, and he was still thirsty for more. \n\nDammit. He thought, tasting blood again from where his fang punctured his lip. He really is perfect. \n\nBut none of that mattered, so for the nth time that day, he shoved an unwanted thought away. He could get butterflies later. For now, he had a scene to watch, a climax to try and avert, and a wolf to jump. All he needed was the right moment, the exact right point in time when Garth’s breakage was at its peak. \n\nSo he sat back and watched. As hard as it was, he watched, and he listened, and he waited, his paw idly pumping its way over his needy shaft and coaxing out a few desperate dribbles of pre onto his underbelly, as Garth utterly went to town. He had seen wolves fuck from afar before (hell, he had seen Mooch be railed in front of him before more times than he could count), but he had never seen it like this.\n\nAs much as he liked to imagine Garth as a drooling sub-in-the-making, he had to admit he was an amazing top. Even as broken-down as he was, whining in desperate need as he ravaged Mooch’s insides, he couldn’t fail to notice just how hard he was going, just how fast he was hammering and pounding away, just how good he was at this. Mooch was never the quietest wolf in the world, but Garth was the only one he knew (aside from himself anyway) to make the tubby wolf howl like this. Maybe it was just part of the exaggeration, a way of getting him more into the action.\n\nHe thought that at first; but after shifting his position to get a better view of the action from the side, he realized something: Mooch might have been able to exaggerate his moans, but the way his short-but-thick cock was unloading all over himself was something he couldn’t have faked. That ignored and neglected shaft throbbed with every inward slam he took, twitching and spurting with every similar load that filled him to his brim, smacking lewdly and loudly against his body when his whole form was rocked by Garth’s hammering hips, and for a second, Humphrey found it hard to look away. It really was an entrancing sight, only intensified by how impatient he currently was to get into the action.\n\nIt felt a little weird, drooling over his bottom friend’s cock like this. Sure, Mooch had never used the thing (as far as he knew anyway, and he didn’t take his friend to be the lying type), but he couldn’t help himself from salivating at every slap and twitch, every shot of pre against his dirty-gold fur, every throb of his mammoth girth and ass-destroying knot that could have made Garth’s own blush. \n\nHe just hoped he didn’t see it happening. He would never live it down, the sassy look on Mooch’s face least of all. He was a sub through-and-through, but when he wanted to be sarcastic, he could really hit hard.\n\nHe swallowed the next load of spit, determined to stay on his guard. His cue was rapidly approaching, and he didn’t want to miss it when it was his time to join. In fact, it was almost here.\n\nGarth’s huffs were becoming heavier, his thrusts more powerful, the throbs going through his length making Mooch squeal louder as the volume of pre only seemed to increase, beginning to spurt and leak out with every smashing slam inward. He was starting to lose his grip, taking every ounce of pleasure he could get, and dishing it out as good as he took it.\n\nHumphrey couldn’t help himself from staring; the big Alpha’s rump was a sight to behold from his position, bouncing up and down in all its muscled glory and impressive size with every buck backward, practically taunting him with every slam in both directions, every hammering motion in and out. He might have thought it was intentional, the way his tail flicked up, flowing in waves with every pull back and thrust forward of his hips, the way his visible tailhole clenched tight with every throb and pulse, but he probably had forgotten all about Humphrey by now. He even felt kind of silly, expecting him to remember he was back there, and knowing he was far too drunk on his own musk to care.\n\nWatching was becoming impossible at this point, holding back the urge to pump his cock was simply undoable, and even though his cue was coming up, he doubted he could make it. He counted down the seconds, each one ticking by as Garth gradually slipped further and further away, sliding deeper into his own lustful haze. He knew the feeling all too well, and he was feeling it right now alongside him. He watched as the Alpha’s back-end rose and fell, slamming forward and back to make that muscled rump bounce and work itself into a frenzy. He listened to Mooch’s squeals, how they mixed and harmonized with Garth’s own whining growls until he felt they might break out into a full-on melodic howl at any moment. He felt as he cock was pushed so close to the edge by his own paw alone, the others as close as he was to completion that he was surprised the whole clearing hadn’t been painted white yet.\n\nHe felt the last few seconds tick down. Garth was a beast, Mooch was a pro, and Humphrey couldn’t watch anymore. It wasn’t going to get any better than this. The Alpha’s timing was starting to vary, his rhythm was slipping, and he smelled fresh sweat as their climaxes all reared their heads.\n\nBut he couldn’t cum, not yet. Mooch had a point: there was no sense in wasting a good load, not when there was a tailhole waiting to receive it.\n\nSo Humphrey finally let himself crack, painfully letting the grip on his shaft lessen and loosen and finally release, practically yanking himself off his own parts. His length screamed at him, his libido yelled at the way he blue-balled himself, his knot throbbed desperately to feel something around it, but he tamped it all down for only a few more moments; they would get their chance to feel what they wanted to feel soon enough. \n\nHe made his way up to standing, not taking his eyes off the sight in front of him for even a fraction of a second at a time, only allowing himself to blink at the very most, and found his balance again on all fours. It was only a few more seconds, only a few more agonizing moments, before he found his chance to strike.\n\nGarth’s ass was reeling him in, making his legs carry him forward of his own accord. Mooch’s moans were hooking him, his howls of pleasure bringing more than Garth to the end of his rope, making his length throb with every sound of graced his ears, every last plap, slam of fur-on-fur, and ecstatic vocalization. Their combined musk lingered in the air, fogging up his brain with every small inhale and deep, huffing breath alike, holding him in that drunken state as it all became too much to bear. The sights were making his heart race, the blending scents of sex made his nose and throat sting so beautifully, and the sounds of the brutal fucking he was watching were too much for a wolf like him to resist. He sniffed at the air, letting out the breath as an intoxicated huff, and he set it sizzle at his brain like an egg on a camper’s stovetop.\n\nHe couldn’t watch anymore. He couldn’t wait anymore. His body was screaming at him to pounce, to act, to mount up and go to town. But he knew he couldn’t, not yet anyway. Just a few more seconds. All he needed to see was a single sign. All he needed to hear was a single sound. Sure, Garth was looking thoroughly engrossed in what he was doing. Sure, his guard was down. But there was one more thing that needed to happen. All he needed was-\n\nAnd then, in less than a second’s time, it all slammed into him. A moan broke through the sex-fogged air, but it wasn’t Mooch that made it. It broke through the squealing howls of Mooch’ voice, overpowered the rapid-fire impact, and hit Humphrey’s ears with the force of a train horn on full-blast.\n\nGarth leaned back in head, and moaned. He moaned loudly, so loud and so clear that it was undeniably him. There were no snarls, so dominant growls, no words or attempts at dominance. The ginger-furred Alpha just shot his head back and let it all out, moaning for Mooch’s ass the same way Mooch howled for his cock, and it rocked Humphrey to his core, nearly making him blow right then and there. He could barely stand to hear it in his state, and it took a metallic-tasting bite to his lip to stop himself from popping his cork for the second time that day.\n\nIt shook him to his core, seeing such a good top give himself over so completely to the wolf he was topping. It rocked him, hearing Garth utterly cave and give into his most primal urge, without any of his usual pretenses. But more than that, it was the sign he needed.\n\nThe countdown hit zero, and when it did, Humphrey’s body moved all on its own. That was all he needed to hear.\n\nNow, it was his turn to make the big wolf moan.\n\nHe sprung into action on instinct alone, and it wasn’t long before he was rearing up on his hind legs, bringing his front paws down on Garth’s hindquarters with an impact that just so happened to coincide with another one of those tantalizing pulls backward. He intercepted Garth’s ass at the height of its bouncing rise, and the clap that filled the clearing as he properly mounted up on his larger frame nearly deafened him. He shuffled into place, setting his desperate and aching length slip gingerly between the bigger wolf’s rumpcheeks with every pull back until, for the fourth time that week, Garth’s ass grew sticky with rounds of pre. He didn’t seem to mind, but judging from a futile flick of the tail at his chest and nose, he definitely noticed.\n\n“Hope you don’t mind if I join in, Barf!” He snickered down at him the best he could, holding off his desire to slam back into the Alpha’s warm and silken depths for just a little while longer. “You’ve had your fun with my pup, from the looks of it. But it’s my turn to have some fun now.”\n\nSome instinctual part of him was expecting Garth to try to put up some resistance; a growl, a snarl, a snap, anything. But to his satisfaction, all he got was a needy press backward against his length, and an equally-needy huff from the wolf below him. There were no words (there were no words needed), just that simple gesture and sound from Garth, letting him know he was as ready as he was going to be.\n\n“Glad you agree, moose.” Humphrey leered down at him, his heart racing and pulse pounding as he, for the second time that day, lined up at the bigger wolf’s tailhole. Even as battered and broken-down as it already was, it still had the courtesy to quiver and wink against him, so desperate for dick that even the wolf who owned it couldn’t stop it. “Oh, and don’t forget to moan real loud for me! You know I like it when you do that.”\n\nHumphrey didn’t want any longer. His eyes were transfixed on their target, watching as Garth’s tail flagged up against his gray-furred chest, and his cock gave one more twitch. With that, he gave their bodies exactly what they wanted, and slammed his hips forward, letting Garth’s hole be gaped out and utterly stuffed once again, like it was meant to be.\n\n“Now take my cock, Alpha bitch!!”\n\nHe never thought he would see the day, but for the first time, Garth offered no resistance. Even on his most adventurous day, Garth would at least have made a show of accepting an Omega’s dick and put up a tiny bit of a fight to save face. But today, none of that happened. Like before, all he did was throw back his head with a howling moan as Humphrey shoved himself down to the knot, pressing back against every last inch as it rammed deep into his, bucking back especially-hard when he started to resume his rhythm seemingly just to feel that fat pair of glands hammer into his backdoor, as cock-gaped as it already was. Humphrey certainly wasn’t going to complain about an eager bottom, not one bit, especially when it was the wolf who made him feel as good as this.\n\nSo he finally took what was his, meeting those bucks backward with thrusts of his own. He met the Alpha who made his friend howl so loudly thrust-for-thrust, beat after beat on the exact right tempo, with just enough force to make that sunset-hued ass wobble and bounce against his body. All three of them were working in tandem immediately, Humphrey himself looming over them all as he took the reins like he was born to do.\n\nBut he couldn’t forget about Mooch. It looked like it was taking him a great deal of effort to send him that wink, but he saw it and threw it back at him as they kicked it up a notch, just enough to synchronize down to the beat. Humphrey slammed his weight down on the Alpha below him, making his howl out with a pleasure only taking an Omega’s cock could provide, just in time for Mooch to work some of those newfound skills with an immaculate squeezing clench that forced out a similar sound, along with a volley of pre from his tapered tip into the blonde-furred wolf’s depths. But it didn’t stop there; their synergy was perfect, and that shot of pre only made Garth’s walls do the same around Humphrey’s own pistoning length, earning him an identical gush right up his own tail for his (and Mooch’s) trouble. And for its own reward, just to finish off the chain of events around them, his own ass was bouncing up a storm behind him, smacking and clapping itself silly in a way the other wolves wished they could emulate. It really was the perfect three-way position, each of their pleasures feeding off of and feeding into each others’, each of their actions causing chain reactions and repeating the same ecstatic loop again and again, and no matter how hard or long they went, it never seemed to peter out.\n\nHumphrey just kept going, pounding away, taking in the feeling of Garth’s hole and the sounds of his soaring voice, savoring every thrust forward that made Mooch cry out and every backward push that made his tailhole quiver against his knot, just barely giving way more and more as the minutes ticked on. He had to admit, as he practically barged down Garth’s last defenses with an extra-powerful shove, barely anything else in the world could have compared to this.\n\nMaybe except for Kate, but he could think about her another time.\n\nHe leaned his head back and let out a pleasured growl, just in time for Garth’s hole to buckle inward against his demanding knot, feeling more and more ready to take it as time went on. And there would be time for that when he was ready, he was sure of it. Every thrust was weakening that last defense, every slam was making the inevitable more apparent, every buckle of that ring of muscle and throb of Humphrey’s fist-sized glands made it all the clearer just how much both of them wanted it, how much they needed it.\n\nBut there was something else he wanted more, something else that had to happen first. He couldn’t tie that literal knot, not yet. But he knew exactly what to do next to make that happen.\n\n“Mooch.” Humphrey spoke up, doing his best to be heard over the clearing-filling impacts currently bouncing off the trees during a moment of relative quiet. “Hey, pup. Earth to Mooch, can you read me?”\n\n“Yes, sir…!” Mooch was wheezing for breath, and a little ghost of a moan left his lips before he could stop it. “L-loud and clear…!”\n\n“I’m a little bored of this position, you feel me?” He asked simply, making Garth cry out with an especially well-aimed spear of his tip, and a suggestive slam of his knot. “Why don’t we mix it up a little bit? Get this moose on his back?”\n\n“Sounds like… fun, sir!” Mooch was grinning again, and that expression combined with the sanguine blush on his face to make some part of Humphrey’s belly flutter. “Lead the way!”\n\n“You hear that down there, bitch?” Humphrey snorted, punctuating that pejorative with another one of those slamming thrusts, and listening as the wolf underneath him moaned instantly on contact. “Pull out and get on your back, alright? We’re getting bored here!”\n\nIt was just like before; it took a bit of mental effort on his part, but with one good shove off, Humphrey was back on all fours, his length slipping free from Garth’s confined in one good, audible slurp. His cock throbbed desperately from the lack of contact as it shone with a glaze of his own smeared pre, jumping and leaking against the forest floor with every second that passed, and where they ever agonizing ones. But he shoved off all the same, watching and waiting with baited breath until Garth did as he was told, pulling out in his own time and popping his cork as he did. He moaned again as soon as he slipped out, and Mooch caught the ensuing shower of sticky precum with a wide-open mouth, letting it all streak and rope across his lad-out frame.\n\nBut Garth didn’t stop there. No, he did exactly as he was told down to the letter, barely making inebriated eye contact with either of them for longer than a split second before lazily flipping over onto his back. Mooch straightened up as well, and Humphrey would have thought it was a little funny under any other circumstance; Mooch and Garth had essentially swapped places. But he didn’t have time to consider that angle, not when their shadows were eclipsing him again, and he stood over Garth’s laid-out body, watching as he panted up at them both with a glazed over look in his eye and and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.\n\nIt really was the perfect pose for a pup like him. If there was ever a wolf he could call hypnotized, he would have been it. Now all they had to do was break him in.\n\n“Alright, Mooch.” He grinned, watching as the bigger Omega snapped to attention like he always did, tail high and swaying. “Give this big bitch something to snack on while I finish him off. Get ready to lower the boom, buddy.”\n\nMooch didn’t even have to give a confirmation this time; by the time Humphrey was leaning over the Alpha beneath him again, Mooch had already turned, and was already straddling his face, letting that golden rump of his eclipse the sun overhead. Humphrey loved it when he jumped into action like that. It showed just how much his training was paying off.\n\nBut not as much as when he jumped into action. Watching was fun, but participating was better.\n\nStepping over Garth’s form to line up again was as easy as walking, and before Mooch had a chance to act, his and Garth’s noses were practically touching, and blue was staring into green like an azure-hot flame. \n\n“You hear that, Barf?” He leered, giving Mooch a signal with his paw to hold off for just a couple of seconds, and watching as he obeyed to a tee. “You’re our bitch now. Well, more mine than his; subs like him don’t get bitches. Right, pup?”\n\n“Right on the money, sir.” Mooch chuckled, nudging his nose up into the air with a needy snort. “It’s like you with being on bottom! What do you say, it’s ‘not my style’?”\n\n“Right on the money, Mooch.” Humphrey repeated, throwing those words back at him like a smack to the rump. “Anyway, you’re not just our bitch, you’re my bitch. But that doesn’t mean me and Mooch aren’t gonna work you over ‘till you can’t walk straight! And you’re gonna love it, too. You hear that loud and clear, pup?”\n\nHe put a lot of emphasis on that last word, nudging the cool skin of their noses together with a cocky and grinning growl, putting just enough emphasis on his hips to make his full rump visible to Garth when he swayed his back-end.\n\nAnd then, in a move that made his heart feel vindicated and his loins throb like mad, Garth nodded. It wasn’t much of a nod, more of a quick gesture that just made the wolf look impatient, but the submissive whine and pleading look in his eyes more than made up for the lack of energy. He would have preferred one with more gusto, but they could work on that later.\n\n“Thought so.” He smirked as he stepped back only a slight bit, angling himself so that the tip of his tapered length slipped up the underside of Garth’s tail, leaving a trail of sticky and warm pre on its way to resting on his tailhole again. And when it did, those needy quivers were still there; so desperate, so hot… so perfect, just like the wolf himself. “Alright, Mooch! Lower it!”\n\nGarth didn't even have time to moan, because in the next few moments, both Omegas moved in unison. Humphey rammed himself forward, putting all his weight into the next slam to utterly fill Garth’s insides to the brim, and Mooch acted as soon as he was ordered to, slamming down that crushing rump with enough force to totally smother the Alpha wolf below him down to his last gasping breath.\n\nGarth was lucky he had taken that breath, because Mooch’s scent was probably the only thing he would be breathing for sometime; Humphrey knew that from experience. Sure, Mooch hadn’t full-on slammed him into the dirt yesterday, but he knew what it was like to huff a musk that potent. But now, just like earlier when the big wolf had let his considerable weight drop on his lap, he was doing the same to his muzzle, and the ground seemed to shake on impact as he crashed down.\n\n“Nice one, buddy.” \n\nHe tossed Mooch a thumbs-up, and got one back in return. The bigger wolf didn’t respond beyond a proud huff and another friendly grin, clearly much too busy with his own pleasure to respond with words due to Garth’s muzzle being pinned perfectly right underneath his tail.\n\nBut Humphrey was done watching and waiting. Just like before, he let out a deep and dominant growl as he filled Garth’s tailhole to its brim, savoring its cock-ruined tightness and precum-hosed walls when the instinctively squeezed around him. He rammed right through that tightness, slammed right through that velvety heat and slickened warmth, until his knot was poised again at its intended target. His rhythm was easy to find, and the Alpha wolf’s pleasured groans and desperate moans filled the air, making Humphrey’s expression melt into a chuckle smirk, and his blue eyes lid and glint in the light.\n\nHe didn’t have long to enjoy those sounds, however. It wasn't long before Mooch’s rump slammed down on the submissive Alpha's upturned muzzle, rising and falling at a steady but crushing tempo. Humphrey watched as his tubby friend lifted and dropped, rose and fell, guiding his rump up and down with just his hips and leverage alone, and those whining, ecstatic sounds only slipped out for a second or two when he lifted his back end, and were swallowed up again when he came back down. For his own part, Garth seemed to have lost any measure of control as well, moaning his lungs out into that slamming wolf-butt while his tongue busied itself lashing and slurp against his expertly-aimed hole. Mooch’s voice soared with his own pleasured noises when it made contact, but it only made him take it up a notch and slam all the harder.\n\nThe two were in perfect tandem now, feeding off of each other like Humphrey had never dreamed of before. To think, the chubby Omega in front of him had been a mewling sub just the other day, waiting for orders, awaiting commands from the smaller wolves around him. He was always at the sidelines, waiting to be told what to do, never taking action of his own accord. But that wasn’t the case anymore. Sure, he didn’t have Salty or Shakey’’s dominant expressions, but that fat rump repeatedly slamming an Alpha’s skull into the dirt, forcing a worshiping tongue deep up against (and eventually deep into) his hole to slobber over and devour everything he had to offer him, said more than any growling words or dominant posturing. Humphrey watched as Mooch took the reins on his own end of the wolf, and the pride welling up in the pit of his stomach only made him want to match his pace harder.\n\nHe couldn’t let a bitch like Mooch out-do him, sure. But that wasn’t the point. He just wanted to be at the same speed as him, to wreck the pup below them together, as one wolfbreaking unit.\n\nSo he did. He licked his chops, gave his own considerable rump a wiggle on his next backward pull, and listened for Garth howling moans as he slammed back in with all his might. It was a perfectly-timed slam too, expertly synced with Mooch’s downward drop. The pinced Garth in the middle like the team they were, and that was only the beginning of their shared rhythm. He drew out, and Mooch pulled up. He revved his hips, Mooch gave his an identical wiggle. He gave Garth time to adjust, just long enough to miss them, and Mooch waited for the same amount of time. And when he slammed back in, hammering himself back down to the knot until it practically broke down Garth’s tailhole with one thrust alone, Mooch dropped his weight, and Garth’s tongue speared right up inside him when his muzzle was utterly broken underneath him. \n\nIt played out again and again. They didn’t need any words, or sounds, or snarls. Him and Mooch worked in a perfect, synchronized unison down to the last beat, both of them watching with their own degree of interest as Garth finally began to break down one final time. The last embers of his dominant desire died a quiet death, and over the course of the next few minutes of ass slams and deepdicking, he gradually slipped into a kind of lustful haze, the gleam in his verdant eyes finally flickering out.\n\nMooch drew himself up to make another downward slam, but Humphrey held up a paw to signal a stop. He had to take this chance, he had to look him in the face one more time, just to see the face of a truly broken wolf. And when he saw the expression Garth was making, eyes dimmed and dull, tongue lolling out, drooling down his chest with his ginger-furred mane a total mess, he nearly blew right then and there. That was the face he had been hoping to see, the expression of a wolf who had totally given himself over to his own primal urges. He had just needed a little nudge to get there.\n\nAnd Humphrey loved it. He couldn’t get enough of that face, he couldn’t have looked at that drunken expression long enough. But eventually, Mooch shot him an expectant glance over his shoulder, and he let that image go with a downward gesture of his paw. Mooch’s rump slammed down again, stealing it all away, but the image had already burned itself into his brain. He’d be seeing it in his dreams, his wildest fantasies, for some time after that, he was sure of it. \n\nBut he wasn’t done yet. The job wasn’t finished yet, not until… well, what came next.\n\n“Hey, Barf…!” He only realized how winded he was when he started talking, but maybe it was just how ferociously he was hammering his knot against that so-called Alpha’s stretched-out hole. Either way, he was a whole lot more winded than he thought he would be, and his cock was spurting like mad (now that he noticed it). “You ready for the big finale, huh…?”\n\nMooch drew up again, holding just long enough for Garth to nod. The look in his eyes wasn’t just dull and dim anymore; no, it was pleading, Humphrey was sure about it. It wasn’t emptiness in his eyes, but pure, unfettered desire. And he knew exactly what the Eastern wolf wanted.\n\n“You sure, big guy…?” He leered, letting himself drool a bit as Garth’s tailhole quivered against his knot, which was now flush with his entrance, ready to go at a moment's notice. “You sure you really want this load?”\n\nAgain, Mooch drew up, and again Garth nodded. It was faster than before, a lot more vigorous, and if he hadn’t been panting before, he would have been now. The quivers intensified, and for a second, Humphrey was back a few days ago. The warmth and tightness of Garth’s insides beckoned, and he could already feel it around his knot. It was taking all he had not to just slam in right then and there. But he knew that would have to wait.\n\n“You really are the perfect pup, you know that?” Humphrey growled out those words, but the chuckle in his voice was genuine and friendly. And just for a second when Mooch stopped his movements, he thought he heard Garth let out another moan. “No offense, Mooch.” He added quickly, realizing the tubby Omega was looking right at him. “You’re basically a ten-out-of-ten too!”\n\n“None taken.” Mooch shrugged, looking a tad more winded than he should have been, even if it was just for a second. “I just wanted to let you know to save some for me too!”\n\n“Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise, buddy.”\n\nMooch didn’t have a response to that. He just huffed with his own amiable chuckle and dropped his weight again, making the ground quake and shake beneath him just as much as Garth’s hole was quaking against his raging knot, so desperate and needy that he could barely contain it.\n\nGarth wasn’t the only one at the end of his rope. And Humphrey had just burned through the last of his. He was never very good at holding in a climax, and now, it was unbearable. He pounded and slammed away with everything he had, baring his fangs and clenching his jaws tight, desperate to hold off for just a few more moments, but the call of that release was too much to ignore.\n\n“Alright, Barf…!” Humphrey growled from above, meeting those quivers halfway with desperate twitches and needy throbs of his own. “You want this load so bad? You can take it! Here it comes…!”\n\nHe slammed forward a couple more times, his throbbing knot pounding and barging relentlessly against Garth’s hungry backdoor, before he finally let the cork pop. There was no time to synchronize anything with Mooch, and the last thing he saw before his climax blasted away his senses was the bigger Omega coming down hard, crashing his weight onto the broken Alpha’s upturned muzzle. He did it so hard that it almost looked like Garth’s muzzle had been forced up into him, but Humphrey didn’t have time to think; his balls were contracting up against his body, his endorphins were coursing through him with the speed of a train going full-steam. And before he realized it, he had shut his eyes tight and thrown his head back, just in time for his shaft to erupt.\n\nHe couldn’t tell whether Mooch was still going, or whether the sound of the impact was still ringing in his ears, endlessly playing on repeat. The hearing had been washed away, his eyes were shut so tight he saw stars, so he had no way of knowing. And really, he found he didn’t care which it was. All that mattered was filling his newest bitch to the brim, and he was already on that. As much load as he could muster burst from his tip as he buried himself knot-deep one final time, the one explosive round quickly turning into a series of hot and sticky volleys as he fire off again and again, stuffing the Alpha’s tailhole full of that hot Omega cum for the second time that day. Not that Garth seemed to mind; his muffled, mewling moans were one of the few things he could hear.\n\n“Take… it all… bitch…!”\n\nThat was all he was capable of saying, and he doubted Garth could hear him underneath all that ass, but it was worth a shot at least. It just didn’t feel right, filling up a bitch with your cum and not saying something. That definitely wasn’t Humphrey’s style. \n\nHe had no idea how long the moment lasted; time had lost all meaning for a bit there. The only indicator he had for when the climax was over, was when it was over. And eventually, the rounds of gushing load wound down, becoming smaller and smaller, less and less intense, until his high finally fizzled out. The afterglow was already setting in, not to mention the fatigue that always accompanied it. It seemed he could have one without the other, not that he minded. Besides, moments like this were what made the effort worth it.\n\nHe braced himself against the oncoming wave of tiredness, digging his claws into the dirt beneath him and heaving out an exerted breath. His heart pounded, his pulse raced, but with every slow and steady breath he took, it all started to stabilize. All it took was a few seconds, maybe five or ten at most,  and his notoriously-high stamina was taking over, filling him with a second wind that gave him enough energy to open his eyes and recapture his senses.\n\nIf Humphrey was good at anything besides the tease, it was the fast recovery. And when he finally got his eyes back open, what he saw almost made him blow again. \n\nHe had rarely ever seen two wolves make such a mess. Garth was absolutely coated, his russet coat now a gooey, white mess all the way from his loins to his ears. Mooch’s rump seemed to have taken a head-on hit as well, taking the brunt of the impact just as hard as the wolf who made it, coating his dirty blonde fur with streaks and ropes of white to further matte his coat. His back-end may have been raised up at the moment (probably out of an instinct to let Garth breathe; he was gasping pretty hard), but that didn’t stop it from being absolutely blasted over every square inch.\n\nBoth wolves were beyond painted, every available inch of their bodies glistening with that pearly, creamy veneer they loved so much. And judging from the little moans still exiting Garth’s mouth, the way his eyes were blissfully shut, and Mooch’s exerted but enraptured breaths, they didn’t mind one bit. \n\n“So, you two look like you’re having fun!” Humphrey grinned, slipping his hips back ever-so-slowly, and letting the telltale slick noises of a shaft pulling itself free from a used and overflowed tailhole grace his ears. It was enough to earn the Alpha beneath him a few more weak spurts at the very least. “Can’t say getting covered in cum appeals to me, but you look like you have it covered.”\n\nHe tossed both of them the cockiest smirk he could muster, throwing in a wink for good measure. It didn’t get one back, not only because his pun had landed as a dud, but also because they were probably too tired to respond anyway. He hoped it was the second one, anyway.\n\nA few more gentle and careful pulls later, he finally got his length free. He had to admit, he was reluctant to leave Garth’s confines behind; pulling out had been as hard as yanking a knot free. But eventually, he finally left the bigger wolf’s body properly, and the remnants of that overwhelming load spilled and oozed out over his roughed-up rump, soaking it and the ground beneath with a musky scent that Humphrey was certain would take a while to wash out.\n\n“I think he’s gonna smell like you for weeks, Humphrey!” Mooch managed out a little chuckle, still clearly winded, but recovering one breath at a time. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”\n\n“Maybe I did, buddy.” He tossed him another grin, and this time, he got one; the genuine, friendly kind, with just a hint of that Mooch-brand confidence. “Now when they try to smell him, they’ll just smell me. And they’ll know who he belongs to. Isn’t that right, Barf?”\n\nGarth didn’t respond. His eyes were still shut, fluttering like he was lost in a dream. His mouth hung open, but he didn’t breathe a single word, let alone say anything defiant, so Humphrey didn’t push. He just lay there for a bit, breathing in every last bit of sex-heavy air he could get his nostrils and logue on, and Humphrey had never seen an image so fitting for him.\n\nHe didn’t move a muscle, and didn’t look like he was going to for a while, so all they could do was wait and bask in that sunny afterglow. It might have been just past noon by an hour or so, but to Humphrey, the clearing might as well have been cast in a beautiful sunset, or rays of silvery moonlight. So he let that glowing feeling of post-climax euphoria flow through him as he sat his backside down and leaned back, taking a few slow and deep breaths, and watching as Mooch listed and fell on his side with a tired thud.\n\nMoments like this didn’t come along every day, and they didn’t last forever. So he enjoyed the limited time he had with it, letting the situation sink and settle in with every breath and swish of his tail against the musk-drenched ground. Here he was, having the time of his life in his favorite place in Jasper, with two of the best wolves he knew. What more could he ask for?\n\nWell, there were a couple of things. A few wolves were missing, and Kate was still in heat. And there was still the matter of that tingle in his belly. And Mooch’s question still didn’t have an answer. Come to think about it, there were a few things that needed some closure.\n\nBut they could deal with all of that later, because less than a minute of peace and quiet later, Mooch’s voice was breaking the silence as he shot up to a dutiful sit.\n\n“Humphrey!” Mooch's voice hit his ears, breaking him out of that semi-daze. Mooch was standing again before he could register it, shooting excitedly up to all fours in record time with excited swishes of his tail. “Humph- I mean, Sir! He’s waking up!”\n\nAnd there went the moment, gone with all the subtlety of a rockslide. Not that he minded; waiting around for too long was never his style anyway, especially when there was fun to be had.\n\nHe put that dominant persona back on in a snap, letting that perpetual cocky smirk cross his muzzle again as he watched the scene in front of him unfold. Mooch’s tail was flying back and forth, an excited brim was beaming across his face, and the big Alpha between them finally started moving again. \n\n“It’s about time.” He grinned, working his way up to all fours like it was nothing. “I was starting to think he was out cold! Welcome back to the land of the living, Barf. How’re you feeling?”\n\nThe bigger wolf beneath them only groaned sleepily at first, like he had just been woken up from a long and comfortable sleep. Those emerald eyes fluttered open, and the first thing they would have seen would have been both Omegas looking down at him, Humphrey peering down with a cocky smirk and Mooch meeting his gaze with a concerned expression. It almost looked like it hurt, but to Humphrey’s surprise, Garth snorted out a chuckle. \n\n“You two, uh… really did a number on me, eh coyote?” He said at last, his ginger mane splayed out in a mess of fur all around him as that drunken grin split his muzzle. “How long was I out?”\n\nHe might have sounded like he had eaten too many fermented berries, but Humphrey knew the Alpha’s guilty tone from anywhere. He sounded slightly embarrassed, looking back and forth between them with a haze of intoxication that was giving way to post-orgasm clarity, but all he could do was chuckle down at him.\n\n“Just a minute or two.” Humphrey shrugged, “Looks like we really plowed your brains out, huh? I told you we could do it.”\n\n“Yeah,” Mooch chuckled on the other end of the wolf, no longer looking as concerned as he was. “We really roughed you up!”\n\nGarth laughed again, meeting Humphrey’s eyes, and the scrawny Omega returned the glance with a wink.\n\n“So. Barf.” Humphrey leered, his voice as silky as it always was. “You feeling broken-in yet? We could always go for a third round if you’re still not sure.”\n\nMooch snorted out a chuckle, giving his white-streaked rump an uncharacteristic wiggle, but all Garth did was glance at him with a mild wince.\n\n“You’re still on that?” The ginger-furred wolf grinned amusedly, if a bit tired-out. “I guess you two did kinda have your way with me just now, huh? Some Alpha I turned out to be.”\n\nHis words sounded self-pitying, but Humphrey didn’t hear a single bit of it in his tone. It was genuine and light, and nowhere near as low and carnal as before; he knew an honest tone when he heard one, and as he felt the familiar feeling of accomplishment well up in his belly, he grinned just the same way down at him. \n\n“I dunno, it kinda works for you.” Humphrey lidded his eyes, letting their blue irises sparkle, and Garth returned it with a grin that made his chest feel light for a second. “White looks good on you, moose.”\n\n“Guess it does.” Garth managed out a chuckle, trying to pull himself up with them only for his strength to give out. He had barely made it an inch off the ground before he was hitting it again with a thud, going limp in a second’s time. “I’d take you up on that round three, but I don’t think I’ll be getting up anytime soon. So, sorry, guys.”\n\nHumphrey and Mooch shared a glance, as well as a shrug. They could have waited for him to recover, sure, but he had a feeling it would take a while. And besides, the sun was still moving. Their time was limited, and the two Omegas clearly still had fuel to burn.\n\n“C’mon,” Humphrey teased, smirking wide as his eyes sparkled in the light. “That’s all you’ve got on you? You really are a dud. We’ll have to work on that.”\n\nAs the last few words left Humphrey’s mouth, he threw his weight off to the side and rolled over onto the dirt, both wolves’ jaws falling slack as he drew his legs inward and pumped his length in his grip. Their eyes met his again, and both of them salivated instantly, licking their chops with every throb and twitch they witnessed.\n\n“So,” Humphrey leered, eyes lidded low and smirk etched on his muzzle as he held his fluids-coated shaft upward, leaking tip pointed skyward. “Which one of you is gonna clean me up first? This dick isn’t gonna lick itself up, and I sure as hell aren’t doing it! That’s what you bottoms are for.”\n\n“H-hey, I’m not a-”\n\nGarth had interjected, but Humphrey just put up a paw, and his trap shut instantly.\n\n“Less talk, more cleanup, Barf. Get to it, pups.”\n\nGarth opened his mouth to speak again, even raising a claw, but his words failed him, and that claw fell just as quickly. Instead, he just shut his mouth again and struggled weakly to all fours, shaking as he steadied himself, and together, Mooch and him advanced on their target.\n\nIt didn’t take long for them to repeat their movements from the end of the last round, crouching down between his hind legs and slobbering their ravenous muzzles all over his cock, and Humphrey savored every second of it. They went together, slobbering over him in perfect unison, each wolf taking a side of his divided, rock-hard shaft until the last dribble and smear was cleaned off its glazed surface. For a wolf that had just put up such a fight, Garth took on his role easily, getting into the swing of taking orders and sucking dick with surprising speed. He barely needed any prodding to put his all into it, and to Humphrey’s surprise, his half was finished first. Mooch was barely behind him, sure, but the point still stood. It was like, somewhere deep down, he couldn’t wait to taste that superior Omega cock, couldn’t hold himself back from slurping and lathering his tongue over every inch he was allowed to touch, and before long, he was getting lost in his duty.\n\nHumphrey knew those huffs and groans. He had heard them from Mooch a hundred times over, even from Salty or Kate a few times; he knew what they meant. Garth wasn’t just cleaning up his cock, or even enjoying it. He was worshipping it.\n\nAnd as he showered Humphrey’s length with a flurry of licks and syrupy slobbers, over tapered tip and twitch shaft and throbbing knot alike, he couldn’t have asked for a better sight. Pride welled up in his belly again, and he grinned a satisfied smirk as he leaned up, paws behind his head, and savored every last moment.\n\nBefore long, both adoring wolves were getting what they craved, and a few more ropes of white were streaking over their faces. Humphrey dug a fang into his lip, peering down at them with their rosy-blushed muzzles and pleading eyes, enjoying his victory lap as he painted their faces with yet another load, only for them to return to their duties and clean that one up too. He didn’t need to say a word, and neither did they. This was all that mattered, at least for the moment.\n\nSo he savored all of it, unloading everything he had left in him over the course of a few blissful minutes. He couldn’t have said how many -it could have been two or five- but just like before, time was still far from his mind. This was all he cared about, and they kept going until they all had their fill.\n\n“Good boys.” He growled, patting them between the ears for a moment before putting some pressure down, jamming their muzzles against each lobe of his knot. “If it wasn’t so late, I’d knot both of you in all your holes right now! But I guess that’ll have to wait for next time, won’t it?”\n\nHe released the pressure, and both wolves pulled up with a musk-addled gasp, Mooch’s lips leaving his side of the knot with a sloppy pop and a few web-like strands of spit. They both nodded, mouth agape and eyes glazed over, the spark of consciousness only returning when Humphrey’s smirk took on a genuine quality.\n\n“You guys really are something, aren’t you?”\n\nHe grinned, and they grinned back. They still didn’t need to say anything, even if the look in their eyes told him they could have if they wanted.\n\n“Anyway,” Humphrey shrugged, watching both wolves teeter limply in front of him, looking ready to fall over at a moment’s notice. “You two look about ready to pass out, so my job here is done. Unless you guys wanna keep going?”\n\nMooch, as exhausted-looking as he was, looked about ready to say yes; Humphrey knew that spark in his eye anywhere, even if it was common knowledge that Mooch would go for as long as he did, no questions asked. But Garth was in much worse shape, eyes fluttering and rolling up as he balanced precariously on the edge of consciousness. \n\n“You know it, sir!” Mooch spoke up, sounded tired but still looking able. “But this other guy… I dunno about him.”\n\n“Hey, Earth to Garth.” Humphrey chuckled, speaking up a bit. “You still with us? Blink once if you can hear me.”\n\nTo Humphrey’s slight surprise, he did blink, but that wasn’t all he did. He also gulped down a load of fluids and spit, faltered a little bit in his stance, and finally fell onto his side with a heavy thud. The sound echoed off the trees, filling the clearing from wall to wall, ringing out with sheer finality.\n \nAnd just like that, Garth was out for good.\n\n“Um…” Mooch droned, mouth still agape as that concerned look returned. He took one look at the collapsed Alpha, then met Humphrey’s eyes with a slow blink. “I think you broke him, Humph.”\n\nTruth be told, Humphrey was a little concerned for his well being. He had seen wolves collapse like that before, but checking for a pulse never hurt. But a claw to the neck assuaged that fear in an instant, so he waved a paw and leaned back again.\n\n“Eh,” He shrugged, paws behind his back again as his spit-shined shaft glinted in the light. “That was basically the plan the whole time. Or did he fuck you so hard you forgot?”\n\n“Not for a second, sir.” Mooch chuckled, tapping the side of his head heavily with a paw. “But it was a little… y’know, touch-and-go there.”\n\n“Yeah, I’m sure it was.”\n\nHumphrey didn’t realize he was doing it, but he noticed too late that he was digging a fang into his lip, looking off to the side with a lust-fogged daze. For just a second, he felt it again: Garth’s fat beast of a dick, wedged so perfectly between his cheeks, coating his fur with streaks and ropes of pre, spreading his cakes apart with its heft and girth, coming so close to the underside of his tail with every downward pound and upward thrust. The thought alone was just as intoxicating as the sex and musk around him, and only when his cock throbbed and a prick of pain shot through his lip did he realize what he had been doing. \n\nHe scrambled to pull himself back together, yanking himself out of his fantasy with an unceremonious clear of his throat.\n\n“Ahem…” He said loudly, pretending to stifle a cough as he shot up to sit. “So anyway, your brain’s still working, huh?”\n\n“Yep! Still on, sir!” Mooch chuckled lightly, his laughter making Humphrey’s belly flutter and his still-hard length throb. “Looks like we really did a number on him, huh?”\n\nHe motioned to the laid out Garth, flat on his back and out cold with all four limbs drawn in. His gorgeous russet fur was streaked and matted with white, no longer shimmering in the light, but dull from being laden and heavy with Omega musk. His mane wasn’t perfect and well-manicured anymore, but a tangled mess (still sporting its distinct curl despite it all), and his thick, muscled rump that usually bounced lightly when he walked was oozing white from under his tail, more and more leaking out to stain the forest floor and his fur alike. He might have been still hard (plenty, hard actually. It wasn’t helping the situation, with those memories still swirling around in his head and headquarters both) but there was no mistake: the Alpha was done for the day, with no more fumes to run on.\n\nAnd it was exactly the way Humphrey liked it. He normally preferred his Alphas in working condition, ready to worship and shower him with sexual praises at the slightest beckon, but watching one snooze away after a long and hard day of being double-teamed wasn’t a bad sight either. He turned his attention back to Mooch, chasing away the ghost of a blush and refusing to let his jaw go slack. He couldn’t tell what was the hardest thing to look away from on the wolf, but it was hard to divert his gaze all the same.\n\n“Yeah, we really roughed him up.” Humphrey cast Mooch a smirk, unafraid to put a little proud flash of his fangs into it. “You did good, pup! I’m proud of you.”\n\nMooch’s blush, which never seemed to go away these days, only deepened, and he chuckled with a bashful look on his face.\n\n“I couldn’t have done it with your help, Sir.” He grinned, looking down slightly, but still meeting Humphrey’s eyes as they exchanged grins. “You’ll bring me along next time, won’t you? When you and him have some more fun?”\n\nHumphrey made his way to all fours, stepping over the sleeping Alpha between them like he was a lifeless log, and took a few extra strides. He was parallel to Mooch now, and the tubby Omega’s muzzle only grew deeper when they came face-to-face with each other’s hindquarters. Humphrey’s paw found its target, bringing itself down with a wobbling impact on his friend’s rump, while Mooch sucked in a gasp and let it out as an excited huff over one of his impressive cheeks. It was only from the side, but they both felt it, and they both shook slightly.\n\n“Wouldn’t dream of leaving you out, buddy. But you’re assertive now, remember? Just invite yourself along! There’s always room for you, pup.”\n\nMooch took a second before responding, taking a deep and shaky break before giving another huff. This time, it rivalled even one of Garth’s smacks, and Humphrey’s infamous ass jiggled like it had just been struck from the force of it alone.\n\n“Thanks, Humph.” He said those words in his usual tone, but Humphrey swore there was something underneath it, something his friend didn’t usually have in his voice.\n\nAnd when he spoke again, cutting Humphrey off before he even had a chance to say a syllable of “you’re welcome”, he knew what it was.\n\n“So, uh…” Mooch droned, that crimson blush staining his muzzle again. It was the same shade it always was, but that didn’t last long; with every word he spoke, clearly trying his best not to stutter, it deepened until his face looked as red as a sunset. “D-did you think about my idea, sir? You told me you’d have an answer today, right? I m-mean, if you want to talk about it at all, that is…!”\n\nAs stuttery and flustered as Mooch was, the question still hit Humphrey like a blow to the gut. It was like having the air squeezed out of his by a bear, or being hit by a flying rock right in the belly. He suddenly felt winded for a moment; stunned and dazed for just a second or two. And when he recovered, the hit to his head was even harder.\n\nHe hadn’t even thought about it once, he hadn’t given it a single bit of thought, but now was the time for an answer. Mooch was expecting it, he had been expecting it all day. This was the moment the whole thing was leading up to, and he couldn’t disappoint him. He couldn’t.\n\nHe needed an answer, and he needed it now, but there was only one thing stopping him from giving one: he didn’t have one.\n\nTruth be told, it was something he had been trying to avoid thinking about. Between thoughts of Kate, the weird feelings that Garth was giving him, and the fun itself, he hadn’t even given it the time of day. After all, one stray thought into important territory was enough to toss him headlong into a spiral. The best thing to do was just not think about anything, focus on the moment, and let the problem…\n\nWhat? Work itself out? Just give him a conclusion, without him having to try? No, he needed to do that on his own. He should have realized it sooner, and now, it was too late.\n\nHe felt that knot from earlier (the kind that wasn’t the fun kind) wind itself tight in his stomach, and his heart started to beat just that little extra bit faster. How could he answer it? It was a simple question: yes, and let Mooch eat his ass, or no, and deny him. It was a simple decision, so why couldn’t he just say one way or the other?\n\nIt went against everything he was. He was a top, through-and-through. He didn’t do bottom things like that, letting other wolves with their tongue and muzzles under his tail. He shouldn’t have even entertained the idea. But it was too late to dwell on what he was now realizing was regret; he had promised an answer, a definitive yes or no, and he would give one. He just needed a second to mull it over, the thing he had been dreading.\n\n“Well, uh…” He droned out, swearing his felt beads of sweat well up on his pawpads. “You see, about that…”\n\nHe was stalling for time, that much was obvious to both of them. He had to stop putting it off, and make a choice already. Mooch was a pretty patient wolf, but he was raising a brow expectantly, clearly taking some level of amusement in the way he was fumbling for words.\n\nSo he thought about it, and the more he did…\n\nHe had always liked showing off. He did it every chance he got, no matter the circumstance. Wherever he went, one was never far behind. He did it to tops like Garth, bottoms like Mooch, switches like Salty. Everyone got a face-full of ass at every opportunity, and he never gave it a second thought. It was only natural to think about taking the next step, he supposed, even if he’d never say it out loud.\n\nAnd besides, teasing Garth had been fun. Putting his virginity on the line with Shakey had been fun. Working his rump against Mooch’s had been fun. He wasn’t going to even try to lie about that. It all had been fun, ever since the first day Kate laid eyes on his backside. Hell, even before it was as big as it was, giving the others a good, long look at the thing they’d never get to touch was always a good trick in his bag. It had always been fun. Even now, a part of him still wanted to see Mooch’s face melt into a blushing, drooling mess when he planted that fat rump of his into his face and went wild. \n\nBut it wasn’t just Mooch. No, another part of him wanted to wake up Garth and do the same, or throw everything he had back into the whole Club’s faces as soon as he saw them. If the conflict inside him hadn’t already been making his heart beat faster, that would have made it race. Watching them all the other day had been an experience, all his friends breathing heavily and salivating over his ass, watching them drool with every buck and bounce, watching them huff desperately with every swish and saucy drape of his tail, making them all grow to a desperate full-mast with just his backside alone. It was enough to excite any wolf, knowing that others could lose themselves in a single part of him.\n\nThe only thing better than that would have been…\n\nSuddenly, he was seeing Garth’s face in his head, the expression from the other day emblazoning itself in his mind. He had only ridden the wolf for a few minutes, but witnessing every step of his breakdown had been one of the best memories he had ever had. All he had to do was flaunt and tease his hindquarters, and Garth had been putty in his paws. And because of that one spontaneous, limit-pushing decision, the big Alpha was lying next to him right now, fast asleep after receiving the fourth (or was it fifth?) pounding up the tail. He had dominated him that first day, and today, because he had taken the chance. \n\nHe had pushed the limit, and it had paid off. The thought was settling in now, becoming clear and leading him toward the answer he had been searching for. \n\nBut it hadn’t just had the result he wanted. It had felt good.\n\nThat was the one thing he couldn’t shake. It felt good. It felt great. It felt amazing, and he would do it again in a heartbeat. Looking like a bottom for just a few moments was worth it for the feeling alone, and watching a wolf melt from just his ass alone was almost beyond description.\n\nIf it had felt that good, been that effective, to pretend to ride an Alpha’s length, how many wolves could he dominate if he went further? How good of a dom (or even a good dom-breaker) could he be if he just let them…?\n\nOn any other day, he would have shoved that thought out of his mind and pinned Mooch down. He would have tossed it to the side and had his way with him, keeping it at bay with the simple pleasures of another round.  But he didn’t want to, not this time. He glanced up for a moment, chuckling softly to himself when he didn’t see a lightbulb physically hanging there between his ears, flickering to life.\n\nIt kind of scared him, the way he was liking the idea. Maybe it was just the sex talking, or the intoxicating scent all around him, or the moment. But he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the thought, not when it was grabbing his loins and brain alike and refusing to let go. Not when it was making his belly flutter like this.\n\nAnd not when it was making his tailhole quiver the way it was. It was a feeling he still wasn’t used to. But then again, Mooch’s backdoor had felt good on his. There had to be something to it.\n\nAfter all, if touching holes had been felt that good, how great would a tongue feel?\n\nBesides, Rule Number Three only applied without his say-so, didn’t it? He had invented the rule; surely he was the one who could make an exception to it. Who was to say no one could ever touch his ass? It only made sense.\n\nAnd there it was. He didn’t need to think anymore. He was done with it. So he opened his mouth, his heart pounding, his breath catching in his chest, his cock giving a mighty throb.\n\nAnd his hole throbbing with it.\n\nHe watched Mooch’s expression as he took the breath and gave his answer. The moment it  registered between his ears, he had never seen a wolf’s eye go so wide, or wag his tail so fiercely.\n\n“You want an answer, pup? You wanna know if you can eat my ass out?”\n\nHe put all the sexuality he could muster into that, even as he circled around him in one full circuit. He strode around his back, digging his claws into his dull-gold rump before moving on with a swish of his tail, releasing his grip with what he could only describe as a disappointed whine from his bigger friend. But that whine wasn’t going to last long. He arced around his back end and strutted up the other side of the wolf, his own heart pounding as he walked out in front of him, feeling his eyes on his backside like roving paws with every exaggeratedly-bouncing step. He had always been good at the tease, and now, he was going to put it all to the test.\n\nHe had been waiting so long to do what he did next. His train of thought had only lasted a minute or less, but the urge to tease his friend in the face had been there the whole time. It only took a second for him to park his infamous ass mere inches from his muzzle, and just as he predicted, Mooch sucked in a gasp when he found himself with a facefull. \n\nBut it didn’t end there. He didn’t waste much time on the usual bucks and throws, choosing instead to give a more direct approach. He answered his question in three parts: one, with a saucy wiggle of his hips, flaunting that ass of his within licking distance. Secondly with a carnal smirk unlike any other he had ever given, watching as Mooch’s blush deepened and his jaw started to fall slack. \n\nAnd thirdly: with a few words, and a single gesture. He performed the one he had sworn he would never do with only a slight bit of hesitation, and as he raised it all up and draped that bushy, black tail over the curves of his presented rump, perfectly poising it to frame everything he had to offer, the first sign he had done it was the warm, spring air gracing over his tailhole. That, and Mooch’s huffing breaths. So close. So needy. \n\nSo totally submissive. He spoke.\n\n“You wanna eat my big, fat ass out, pup?” He lidded his eyes, letting them smolder and his smirk blaze as his until-now-hidden tailhole winked on command with a clenching throb the moment it finally came into view. “Well, I guess you could have a little taste. You get one lick, that’s all. Then this tail goes down again, got it?”\n\nHe had always been good at this, hiding his nerves behind bravado. Despite how excited he was at the idea, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about it. And even though his nerves were probably obvious, Mooch didn’t say a word. He didn’t make a comment, or so much as an amused chuckle. Instead, he just huffed out the nose again, and Humphrey repressed the urge to gasp when that hot breath hit his tailhole head-on.\n\n“Yes, sir.”\n\nThat was all Mooch said, all he needed to say. The tubby Omega’s salivating maw was right there, his tongue so close he could practically feel it already. Every dribble of drool was practically audible, every exhale was like a gust of hot wind under his tail, and as Mooch finally closed in to fulfill his latest order, inching closer and closer to that most private spot, Humphrey sucked in a breath and prepared himself. \n\nWhat would it feel like? That question nagged at him over the next second or so. It echoed in his head, refusing to let up until the event itself took place, filling his skull from wall to wall non-stop. What would it feel like? He clearly remembered what their holes had felt like when they touched; that electric feeling, that sudden eye-widening shock of pleasure. He remembered the throb that shook him to his core, going through both of their backdoors at once, reverberating throughout their bodies. The feeling was still as clear as day, still fresh in his mind. Would it be anything like that? Or something different, in a way he couldn’t describe?\n\nMooch’s tongue was getting closer, lolling and panting out of his mouth. He was inching closer; the remaining second or two could have been an hour’s wait, that was how fast his heart was pounding, how quickly his mind was racing. The wait was going to kill him. He didn’t just want to feel it; no, he needed it.\n\nHe needed to feel Mooch’s tongue on his ass. To think, he had come so far from his old stance on the matter. It was almost embarrassing, how much his mind had changed. His legs were shaking again, but he wasn’t nervous this time.\n\nAnd when he felt it, he finally got his answer. \n\nMooch’s salivating tongue finally made its move, and the answer hit Humphrey like a speeding train. In a second, his senses were blasted away. In a single moment, he saw stars. And in a single, solitary moment, he felt Mooch’s tongue make contact with his tailhole, and he nearly moaned out like he’d never moaned before.\n\nIt took all his energy, every last ounce of it, to keep from making that sound. It was like a biological need; so primal, so necessary, something he couldn’t have resisted. He tried his best, just barely managing to gulp that desire down with a load of spit, and managing to hold it down for the time being.\n\nHow could it have been easy, when Mooch’s tongue felt this good? The feeling from the previous day was nothing compared to this. Their holes touching had been electric, but it was nothing to him now. The clenching throb was feeling like a little twitch compared to this. The pleasure was so intense that, for a second, his entire vision was a field of stars. He almost couldn’t put it into words, not when his brain was firing off like this.\n\nThe electricity of their tailholes making contact was looking like a little jolt now. It had been amazing -world-shattering!- before, but this was something else entirely. Mooch’s tongue made first contact, and despite how ginger and gentle he was in the act, Humphrey felt like his backside had been struck by lightning. His tailhole suddenly felt hot, and a feeling he only just then realized was pure pleasure was zapping and crackling through his entire back-end. It was almost beyond his brain’s ability to comprehend, but it did what it could to process it, and he had never felt anything so intense in his life. \n\nHis cock throbbed between his hind legs, harder than it had all day, and his hole followed suit. It had never throbbed this hard before (although, he couldn’t think of many times when it did. He wasn’t something he ever really paid attention to), but it was making the one from yesterday look like a little twitch. Both ends of his nether shook and quivered like never before, reacting in a way that he had a hard time putting into perspective. That simple feeling combined with the electric blast of pleasure, and in the span of a single second, that glorious mixture they created nearly made him blow his load again immediately.\n\nBut he was Humphrey The Top. It was going to take more than this to make him cum. And judging from the way Mooch was slowly, agonizingly, dragging his tongue up, he knew it too. He drew the whole of that available muscle over Humphrey’s backdoor in one smooth slobber, adding just a little bit of pressure in just the right places to make the initial shock almost repeat itself all over again, and as the experimental lick progressed, Humphrey found himself digging a fang into his lower lip, practically tasting a small trickle of red, just to hold back from making any noise.\n\nHe might have been in a world of pleasure he didn’t know existed until now, but Mooch was going to have to earn that. He might have been enraptured, but Humphrey hadn’t gone soft.\n\nIt was all he could do to stand there as Mooch slathered his ring of muscle with spit, drawing himself so slowly and steadily over his most private area until he had no more tongue to give. It felt like years had passed by the time his friend was done with the one slobber, but eventually (to Humphrey’s chagrin, something he never thought he would think), his hole gave one final quiver, and the tip of his ass-eating friend’s tongue flicked off the center of his ring, and their bodies finally separated. Mooch’s moan shook him to his core, and it was exactly the kind of moan he liked to hear: needy, desperate, and hungry for more.\n\nHe let a smirk cross his muzzle, the first in what felt like hours. His eyes had rolled up, he had just noticed, but he leveled his gaze out and let his expression return to its normal sexually-smug state at the idea now welling up in his head.\n\nIf Mooch wanted more, who was he to tell him to stop? He cast a glance back at him, where he stood mouth agape, drooling, and with those widened, pleading eyes. He couldn’t say no to that face, not when his heart was racing this much, his hole was quivering against the slick veneer of spit that coated it, and his rump was still crackling with pleasure like it was.\n\nNo, he couldn’t have said no in a hundred years. As needy as Mooch was, he realized he wanted it just as badly.\n\nSo he didn’t say no.\n\n“Whoa…!” He had tried to say something more aggressive, but tha genuine reaction had been the first thing out of his mouth. Not that he minded, not at all. “That’s was, uh… and experience, that’s for sure! Was it… good for you, pup?”\n\nHe was panting, and Mooch knew it. The guy might have been drunk on his musk, absolutely smashed on it at the very least, he even a wolf like him could have seen Humphrey’s chest rising and falling, or heard the need to catch his breath in his voice. But in that moment, he didn’t think either of them cared. Humphrey certainly didn’t.\n\nHe just wanted to feel Mooch’s tongue again. He didn’t give a damn about anything else.\n\n“You just…” Mooch was looking stunned suddenly, the look in his eyes going from worshipful to stunned to shocked in a matter of seconds. “You really just… you r-really just let me…!”\n\n“Uh-huh.” Humphrey nodded, keeping that carnal grin burning as hot as he could. “And it felt really good too! Better than I thought it would, that’s for sure. You’re one heck on an ass eater, pup…!”\n\nMooch was blushing again, deeper than Humphrey had ever seen him before. His muzzle was turning as red as Garth’s fur, and when he tried to speak, only a squeak came out at first. It was adorable, and Mooch looked about ready to pass out at any moment when Humphrey gave his spit-slathered hole another throb a mere inch or two from his lips.\n\n“You really, uh, mean that.” It was more of a statement than a question, at first anyway. “You really mean that, sir…?!”\n\n“Watch the circulation, buddy!” Humphrey chuckled back at him, watching as his face only continued to redden, and his chest began to heave. “I can’t have you passing out on me, it’s bad for your brain! Take a deep breath.”\n\nMooch did as he was told, straightening up a bit and taking a long, deep inhale. And when he exhaled, the warm breath from his nose blasted over Humphrey’s presented hole, and his cock gave another desperate throb. He wasn’t even trying to hide them now, even putting a little extra effort into the clench, and Mooch’s squeaking moan from behind him told him everything he needed to know. \n\n“Good boy, Mooch.” He chuckled, mixing the amiable laugh with his sexually-charged expression for the ultimate sexy combo. “I don’t wanna see you go out cold yet, you still have an ass to eat!”\n\nThose were words Humphrey never thought would say, not in a hundred years, and Mooch clearly thought the same. From the looks of things, the deep breath wasn’t doing much, since just hearing them was making him teeter on the spot. He looked like he was just a second away from his eyes rolling up and falling onto his back with a thud, but luckily for both of them, Mooch straightened back up in no time. \n\n“I have a… what?! You mean right really want me to-”\n\nMooch sounded shocked again, but those surprised words melted into another moan when Humphrey suddenly threw his hips back. He put his best talent (well, second best. Topping was his first, they all knew that) to work, bumping that hypnotic ass of his up into the air, bringing it all down, and making his cheeks wobble like they rarely had before. He caught that bounce right at the top of its arc, slamming his back-end down with a mighty crash, and watching as Mooch’s expression fell into an amazed stare again. \n\nSomeday, even if it didn’t end up happening today, Humphrey would be doing that exact motion again. But next time, Mooch’s face would be under him when he did. It was only a matter of time, he would make sure of that.\n\n“You know I do, bitch.” He let his grin widen with a gleam of his fangs, letting his fat rump bounce to a standstill, and his hole quiver with anticipation, just as Mooch was drooling with his own. “You did such a good job the first time, but now I wanna see what you can really do. You’ve got sixty seconds to show me how a pup eats an ass, then this tail goes down again. And I mean it this time!”\n\nTruth be told, he couldn’t have waited much longer. Every word he had said was true, but Mooch probably had no idea just how desperate he was to get back into it. Just like before, he needed his tongue on his ass. Like before he needed to feel it again. He needed it like he needed to breathe or sleep, and he knew Mooch felt the same. So he bucked his hips one more time, straining his ears to hear Mooch’s desperate whine over the crash of his cakes he was so proud of, and waited again.\n\nHe didn’t need to wait long this time, though. He barely had to wait at all, actually, not when Mooch was this hungry. Not when Mooch was this ravenous for his taunting, teasing ass.\n\nThe tubby Omega dove right in, and the moment the clock inside Humphrey’s head ticked down from sixty to fifty-nine, that crash of lightning struck his rump again. Again, it came down from above. Again, it zapped him full of the same rapturous pleasure as Mooch’s tongue made contact with his hole. And again, Humphrey resisted the urge to moan, this time managing to channel it into a deep and domineering growl, even as he let his eyes flutter closed. \n\n“Hell yeah, pup…!” The growl issued from his throat, Mooch responding with a deep moan that made his cheeks bounce and his hole throb madly against his slow slobber. “Eat my fat ass out, bitch…!”\n\nMooch didn’t seem to have any trouble following that order. In fact, if the sudden increase in ferocity was any indication, he had been looking forward to following it for some time. And Mooch followed it to the letter, flicking his tongue off of Humphrey’s rim for only a second before going back in for a second lick, only to draw his taste buds over the area again with even more hunger than before. Humphrey’s tailhole quivered against his tongue, throbbed against his needy lick, and as Mooch tasted his ass with dutiful vigor and a slobbering tongue, he couldn’t help but feel that all-too-familiar pressure begin to rise up between his hind legs.\n\nHe was enjoying this. He was really enjoying this. One lick turned to two, two finished and became three, and before anywhere near half the time had elapsed (that he knew, anyway; keeping track of the clock was turning into a harder task with every second that ticked by), Mooch was devouring his ass with gusto, and his cock was showing signs of blowing again. He was as hard as a rock, twitching with every lash and throbbing with every slobber, shooting off a round of sticky pre with every moan from his bitch behind him, every grunt and whine and sound he made only bringing him closer to the edge for the nth time that day.\n\nHe wasn’t sure what to think of it; would it be more dom-like to cum from getting your ass eaten by your sub, or to hold onto your load for as long as you could? Would a dom show his sub some appreciation and blow for him, or would he make him earn it; make him work even harder for it? He didn’t have an answer, and he figured at this rate, that he wouldn’t find one in time. Mooch’s mouth and tongue were beyond amazing, slathering his rump with more spit and worship, huffing and moaning like the bitch he was with every taste and slobber. It was almost too much to handle, and with every pass over his cheek and hole, every tick of the clock, he found that, either way, he was running out of time.\n\nHow much time had passed? Fifteen seconds? Twenty? It couldn’t have been more than thirty, he knew his internal clock couldn’t have been that busted. He settled on twenty for now, throwing a look back at Mooch in the meantime, and hoped he wasn’t blushing.\n\n“You’ve got… forty seconds left, pup!” He grinned, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll up and his face contort in unrestrained pleasure. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done. “You better make the most of it back there…!”\n\nMooch didn’t respond with words. He didn’t need to. His dutiful moan, so desperate and loud and mewling, filled the air when he pulled back to let it out, and it said all he needed to say. But if that hadn’t done it, his face would have: if Garth had looked broken, Mooch was totally gone. He had never seen the guy look so dazed, so totally lost in the musk and sex. His eyes were lifeless and dim, his maw was slavering, his entire expression was one that clearly belonged to a wolf who was beyond broken. As as he dove back into his tongue-and-mouth worship, slobbering all over those gray-furred cheeks until they grew matted and dark, and making Humphrey’s hole quiver until it oozed spit like precum from a bottom’s backdoor, it was the most fitting face a sub could have made.\n\nHumphrey had his answer now. It was as clear as day, and it had been as soon as he had looked into his friend’s expression. That was the face of a wolf desperate to please, lost in his own pleasure but still, above all else, wanting to please. And if Mooch wanted to make him feel good so badly, he would get it. It was the least he could do for his favorite bitch in all of Jasper.\n\n“So good, pup…! Don’t know why I didn’t tell you to do this sooner…!”\n \nHe grit his fangs, snarling out those words as he tasted the familiar flavor of leather again, seeing the invisible leash around his neck. It bound his scruff from two separate chains, one currently held in his mouth and another around his tail, ready to be yanked. So he gave them a tug, pulling hard with his jaw and bucking his hips with as much power as he could gather, and watching as Mooch responded. Just like it had yesterday, the invisible collar seemed to have real consequences, and the bigger Omega stumbled forward, practically falling forward into his rump so far that he looked like he might suffocate between his cheeks. \n\n“But it’s time to… fix that, don’t you think? You’ve still got thirty seconds back there, you know? Just try it, bitch… try and make me cum…!”\n\nHe yanked the chain again, and again, Mooch responded in just the same way. They really were on the exact same wavelength, it seemed, and the other Omega knew it too. He had barely even finished giving his order before he was picking up the pace, slobbering harder, tongueing faster, slathering every inch of rump he could find in saliva and pure worship. And Humphrey savored every last drop of both, working his hips gradually into a serious rhythm to make those spittle-slathered cheeks clap like mad, crashing loudly around the sides of his head until he was sure Mooch’s ears were ringing.\n\nIf he had an ass as good as his own clapping like that around his head, he was sure he’d go deaf. It was only natural, to lose your senses to such a superior rump, and even more natural to totally embrace it. Mooch was never the type to fight back against him, not in a lifetime, but he figured even a wannabe like Garth wouldn’t have turned down this experience. Then again, Garth wasn’t very good at being a dom.\n\nBut there was someone who was. If anyone was good enough to stand up against it, it would have to be…\n\nHis cock throbbed madly at the thought, instantly unloading a gush of hot pre that felt more like a real load. His shaft flexed and erupted, his hole clenched and squeezed down in turn, and Mooch responded with another even-subbier moan when the image hit Humphrey’s brain. \n\nOh yeah, Kate would love this. The ass was sort of her idea, after all, even if she hadn’t asked for it. \n\nHe was suddenly a whole lot closer now, and only just beginning to pant again. There were less than thirty seconds left on the clock, and it was looking to be a tight race. He just needed to last a little while longer.\n\nThirty seconds. Twenty-five seconds.\n\nAnother slobber, this one slower. Another lash, this one fast in the opposite direction. A prod of Mooch’s tongue at the center of his hole, followed by an entry denying clench. Not today. Maybe never, now that he thought about it. He might have been getting his ass eaten, but no one penetrated Humphrey The Top, not even with their tongue. Mooch backed off and went back to his usual worshipful slobbers, taking a breath from his hole to coat his cheeks to a near mirror shine.\n\nTwenty seconds. The clock was still ticking, and he was still going. But that quiver through his hole was worrying. He held it together as best he could, taking a deep but shaky breath as his shafts throbbed needily. The image was still in his head: Kate. It wasn’t even her buried in his ass anymore, it was just… her. She didn’t even need to be acting sexy to be amazing. Just the thought of her alone, doing anything at all, was enough to make him want to burst, and Mooch’s masterful tongue wasn’t helping. His cock throbbed again, his tip erupted again, and he sucked in a breath at how much of a close one it had been.\n\nFifteen seconds. He just needed to hold on a bit more.\n\nSo he did his best, even as Mooch’s licks and slathers became a frenzy, his mouth and tongue losing all control of themselves until every greedy slobber from his taint to his tail became an all-out assault. It looked like both of them were losing their grip now. He just wished Mooch was the only one experiencing it; dominant tops like him kept their composure, something he was trying his damndest to do in spite of the way the pleasure was arcing and zapping through him. But he couldn’t help himself, not when it felt this good.\n\nTen seconds, or so he thought. The timer was almost up. Truth be told, time had lost all meaning some time ago. The ticking clock had meant less and less over time, but now, it was a non-entity, totally irrelevant, especially when he was feeling like this. And he knew felt the same. \n\nHe put some more leverage into his rump, bouncing it all up and down until he felt like every downward crash should have been enough to flatten Mooch beneath him. But the bigger Omega stayed upright, still worshiping away one gulp and moan and slurp at a time. His shaft throbbed again, his eyes rolled up just a bit before he corrected them, and the whistle at the top of his steam valve began to go off. Just a little more time.\n\nHe was gritting his fangs again. Gods above, she was so beautiful, and Mooch felt so good on his ass. Those two things were the only things he could think about, everything else was dissolving away. His mind was becoming one-track, every thought solely devoted to either the images flooding his head, a combination of sensual and mundane in no particular pattern, and the way Mooch’s tongue was completely ravaging his hindquarters. There were almost no words for the heaven he was in. He could have died and gone to paradise, and he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.\n\nHe dug a fang into his lower lip, letting it nick the skin and a trail of red flow down his lip, dribbling onto the forest floor below with a crimson glint in the light. He didn’t even feel it, not when his nethers were firing off like this. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to help it. He was going to blow. He was going to cum, and from Mooch eating his ass out! He would never live this down, not if it got out. But that thought dissolved just like the rest, disappearing behind the tide of pleasure that was overtaking him, and the overwhelming whistle of the valve about to explode.\n\nHe felt his balls contract, pulling up against his underbelly. His fluids welled up inside him, his shaft pumped and throbbed with rapidity that mirrored his heartbeat, his libido raged as his climax began. He shut his eyes tight, feeling that jolt of pleasure scream through his ass one more time, before…\n\nNothing. One second, he was ready to blow, right on its threshold. And the next, his hips were coming to a standstill, stopping when he felt something different around back. His cheeks had crashed together, but Mooch’s muzzle hadn’t been between them. The cleft was empty, as wide and empty as a valley, and when they collided, the only feeling he had was of his rumpcheeks smacking on one another. His tip didn’t even well up a single creamy bead; instead, he gasped, and turned to look, only to find something that made his heart sink.\n\nMooch was sitting there dutifully as always, expectantly and with his back straight. It was always a good position for a submissive pup to be in, but now… well, wasn’t the time. He stilled his hips, took a deep breath, and felt the beginnings of what probably would have been a glorious climax wither away and fade into nothing.\n\n“Mooch…?” He asked, realizing for the first time in a while that he was almost out of breath. “Wh-what’s going on? Why’d you stop…?”\n\nMooch let the ghost of a grin cross his muzzle; the smug and confident kind, the kind Humphrey himself had taught him. He didn’t say anything at first, choosing instead to point a claw up at the sky, nudging it skyward to where the sun sat overhead.\n\n“You told me I had sixty seconds, right?” The tubby wolf almost seemed to chuckle. Even if it hadn’t been a real laugh, there was still something amused about it, and it made Humphrey’s belly tie tightly into a knot. “Well, time's up, sir!”\n\nReality came crashing back to Humphrey at that moment. One second, he was still in that dreamy, lusty state, senses dulled and smeared like Mooch’s spit all over his rump. The next, the world was crashing into him again, impacting him with the force of a full-speed locomotive, and slamming him back into reality. His senses began to sharpen again, and his labored breaths started to till as his near-climax finally sparked out. He always hated getting blue-balled.\n\n“Oh, right…” He scratched the back of his neck with a guilty chuckle, his tail giving a few swishes against Mooch’s drooling muzzle. “I guess I did give you a specific time, huh? I guess I'm just surprised you kept track of it!”\n\n“What kind of sub would I be, sir,” Mooch returned the little laugh, gulping down what looked like a final load of spit with one big swallow. “If I couldn’t keep track of that? You said I had sixty seconds, so I did exactly what you wanted. That’s what good bitches do, right?”\n\nHe couldn’t have argued with that. He just never took Mooch for being so literal.\n\n“Dang right, they do.” Humphrey grinned, watching with a fluttering and warm stomach as Mooch returned the smile for a second. “And you play the part pretty well, buddy. Stick with me, and you’ll be the best sub in all of Jasper!”\n\n“Oh, I’ll stick with you, alright.” Mooch chuckled again, another blast of breath making Humphrey’s rump jiggle. He sucked in a breath through the nose to keep from gasping when it made contact; somehow, the spit-slathering made that huff hit his tailhole especially hard. “I’ll be right behind you, sir. As close as you want me to be!”\n\n“That’s a good pup.” Humphrey responded with another, deeper chuckle, almost like a snicker. Whether it was out of affection, a way to distract from the fact that his hole was spasming and quivering like crazy, or some mixture of both, he couldn’t say, but either way, he found himself finally lowering his tail after a while and putting some distance between them, if only by a few steps. “Just don’t get any ideas. I let you under there once, but the third rule’s still in effect, okay? No touching without my say-so, got it? And don’t go telling the others about this either. I’d never live it down.”\n\n“If you say so, sir!” Mooch was pulling himself up into a proper sit now, straightening up from where he had been slouching and putting up a paw. “I promise: I’ll only do it again if you ask me, and I won’t tell anyone. You have my word as an Omega.”\n\n“Wouldn’t doubt it for a second, bitch.”\n\nHumphrey snickered back at him again, putting a little sway into his spit-slathered backside before going off to wipe the evidence off onto the trunk of a nearby tree. Given the sheer volume of the mess, scrubbing it off was a bit of a process, but eventually, given enough angle changes and a few suggestions from Mooch, his rump was back to his previous clean-at-as-whistle state, without a single drop of spit remaining. \n\nLuckily, Garth still seemed to be asleep. It had been a risky move, going that far into new territory while the Alpha was so close by, but it looked like the gamble had paid off. He snored away in the middle of the clearing, on his back and splayed out where they had left him, and Humphrey figured even a falling tree couldn’t have woken him up. It was definitely for the best, even if he did look amazing when he slept.\n\n“So, uh…” Mooch pointed a claw at Garth where he slept. “What are we gonna do about him?”\n\n“Depends.” Humphrey shrugged, letting that smirk etch itself across his face again. “You up for another round?”\n\n“With you?” Mooch was grinning again; beaming, even. “Always!”\n\nHe couldn’t help but chuckle; Mooch had been through so much today, and he still didn’t look tired. The big guy had come a long way since his lessons the previous day, he had to give him that.\n\n“Well, if that’s the case…” Humphrey let that chuckle turn dark, putting some sway in his hips as he made another circle around Mooch, ass flaunting and rock-hard shaft bouncing with sticky plaps against his underbelly. The air was suddenly thickened again, growing heavy with somehow even more musk and sweat and anticipation than before; just the way the two Omegas liked it. “...How about we get started on it, eh? Save the chitchat for later, have some fun until he wakes up?”\n\nMooch was panting again, but it wasn’t from exertion. His eyes were following him down to the last movement, down to every last sway and bounce and swish, like he was simultaneously studying his technique and being enraptured by it. \n\n“I’d like that a lot, sir…!”\n\nHumphrey finished his circular stride, standing parallel with Mooch’s form and letting his claws sink into the golden fur of his rump, while his own hindquarters lay within slobbering distance. \n\n“Then let’s get to it then!” He grinned toothily, flashing his fangs when he saw how Mooch’s eyes were riveted on everything he had to give, the larger wolf staring slackjawed out the corner of his eye. “I think I hear him waking up, so you’d better make this one good.”\n\n“Give him something fun to wake up to?”\n\nHe hadn’t thought of it, but now that Mooch had mentioned it, he couldn’t have said it better himself.\n\n“Something like that, yeah.” He growled, fangs gleaming and rump bouncing with a slight upward buck. “Now shut that mouth of yours and put it to better use, pup.”\n\n“Are you asking me to suck your dick, or eat your ass, sir?”\n\nThere was something else behind Mooch’s tone now, something that wasn’t always this obvious: eagerness. It had been noticeable before, but it was so strong now that Humphrey could practically smell it. It burned just a little bit, like a whiff of Garth’s musk, and it set his nostrils on fire and made his head feel light. Mooch had never smelled this good before.\n\nAnd Humphrey couldn’t get enough of it. So he gave the bigger Omega what he wanted, flipping unceremoniously over onto his back and letting his tail lie flat against the forest floor, both of his most prized assets on perfect display as he drew all four legs inward, smirking the hottest and most seductive grin he could muster. He had to admit, he was pretty proud of this particular one too. He might have been a little bit tired, but no slight amount of missing stamina was going to stop Jasper’s sexiest Omega from giving it his all.\n\n“Take your pick.” He said smoothly, his sky-blue eyes glimmering in the light overhead as his shaft gave a mighty flex, and his elusive tailhole managed its own winking throb. He wasn’t used to it, but he was getting there faster than he expected. “Just make it quick, pup. When the moose over there wakes up, I want him to see you bouncing on my dick.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The day burned on in Jasper Park. The sun made its way across the sky at its usual constant march, lengthening shadows further eastward with every change in angle, and bringing the day closer to its end with every imperceptible drift. Time progressed at its usual ticking pace, the sun arced across the blue to mark its passing, and the day continued. 

When Humphrey, Mooch, and Garth had arrived at the Usual Spot, the sun had been directly overhead, bearing itself down in noticeable golden rays through the trees around them. The shadows were short, and midday had been in full swing. But now, it was starting to arc westward. The shadows around them were lengthening, the wolves’ own shadows were following suit, and daylight continued to burn. There was nothing they could do to slow it down, but Humphrey found he didn’t care.

Because the time was the last thing on his mind right now.

He had more important things to do, and they demanded his full attention. Humphrey didn’t give a care in the world about the time of day, not when he was standing the way he was, rump-to-rump with his favorite dull-golden pup behind him. Not when Garth’s handsy paws were clapping down on their presented back-ends like a ton of boulders. And certainly not when the impact rang out with a meaty crash that could have deafened a group of lesser wolves, and made them faint at the sight of their combined quakes alone.

Yeah, the time was definitely not what he was thinking about right now.

He had seen that slap coming a mile away. It was as easy as breathing to buck back against it, and the impact was all the louder for it when his upward slam met that downward crash. Sure, it might have stung a bit, but a wolf like Humphrey was used to it by now.

Not that he minded the attention around back -far from it- but the bigger wolf’s impatience was mutual. He took that slap with everything he had, arching his back against the razor-sharp claws and watching as Mooch imitated him, and started counting down the seconds.

"I'm just as tired of waiting around as you are, Omegas." Garth growled, clearing attempting to act tough and save face, despite the fact that his ginger rump was still as red as a beet and oozing white from under the tail. “Let's get this going again, eh? Before I fuck you both right here and now."

“You can try.” Humphrey scoffed with a teasing roll of his eyes, and an equally-teasing buck against the rump behind him. Mooch’s ever-present blush deepened to a blood-red hue when he watched their rumps collide, and he had to dig his claws into the dirt to stop from sliding forward. “But you risk getting plowed! I hope you like knots, bitch.”

Garth scoffed at that, clearly trying his best to hide the fact that he was buckling in the knees again, the verdant shimmer in his eye was starting to falter, and just the sight of their rumps was enough to make him swoon. The big guy didn’t look as confident, or as composed, as he had been less than an hour ago; Humphrey smelled the desire rolling off of him as clear as day, and a little note of denial too. It was as obvious as the smell of rain before a storm, or the first whiffs of flowers at the start of Spring. Or maybe, just the lusty scent a horny wolf who was in over his head.

“If anyone likes a good knot, it’s, uh… you two!” Garth tried his best to sound sexy when he said those words, but Humphrey just laughed silently to himself; he could feel how forced and fake they were, and it didn’t take a genius to hear it. Even Mooch raised a brow. “I bet you’d love taking turns on mine. How about I show you?”

“Think I’ll pass.” Humphrey grinned, giving his tail a swish before draping it suggestively over his backside. “Taking dick’s not really my thing, you know?”

Garth tried to growl steamily again, but it was about as effective this time as it was every other time, coming out more as an impatient whine. For all his bravado, his foot-long monster of a cock still twitched between his hind legs, and his eyes were still trained on their rumps with pleading desperation. 

“But you know what is my thing?” He leered, bumping back against Mooch again, who continued his efforts not to lose his balance. 

“Wrecking fake studs like you ‘till they admit how much they want my dick.” He broke his contact with Mooch’s rump with a sudden push off, hearing him let out a disappointed huff as he nudged his back-end in Garth’s salivating direction. “So are you gonna do that, or are me and my buddy here gonna have to make you?”

Humphrey half-lidded his eyes, letting them catch the light as he gave his tail a suggestive swish, angling himself just a bit more into Garth’s field of view. He wasn’t fully facing him ass-to-muzzle (as much as he would have liked to), but that didn’t stop him from running the tip of his tail under his chin as he spaced his back legs out a bit.

“So?” He smirked as hotly as he could, his internal clock counting down rapidly to zero, and only ticking faster as his patience wore thinner. “What’ll it be, Barf?”

Another sparking moment passed between them all. Mooch made a few strides around to their side, watching them as they traded looks and banter, but didn’t say a word. The silence went on for far too long, especially given Humphrey’s ever-increasing impatience, and he was heavily considering just jumping the bigger wolf when Garth finally spoke up.

“You think I’m gonna let myself get bossed around by a coyote?” He seemed to choke on those words, trying his best to swallow his nerves, but it didn’t seem to do much. Humphrey saw it in his eyes; he liked the idea

Embarrassment? Guilt? A sense of missed opportunity? Whichever it was, Garth was speaking up again, and he didn’t have time to run with it. 

“I’m the one with the dick. I’m the Alpha, so I’m the one in charge. That’s just how we do things, at least in my pack. I thought you would’ve gotten that by now.”

“We both have dicks, Barf.” Humphrey threw a chuckle back over his shoulder, “And you’re in my club now, moose. I don’t care how big your dick is, I’m always the one on top here.”

Garth’s knees quivered again, and that was all Humphrey needed to see. Even as he pulled in a breath to try and respond, it was all he could do to repress the urge to laugh; laugh at how hard the Alpha was trying, at how much effort he was putting into his expected, societal role. He was trying so hard; but in the Usual Spot, none of that mattered, and they all knew it, whether one of them wanted to admit it or not.

“Oh yeah, you were on top, all right.” Garth leered in that trying-too-hard way Humphrey was growing very familiar with. “Right on top of my-”

Humphrey shot him a sharp glare, and Garth’s lips sealed themselves up with an audible snap.

“Hey.” He said curtly. “Watch the topic of conversation, there are pups watching.”

He motioned back to Mooch, and Garth didn’t so much as try to say another word, just in time for them to resume their previous rump-to-rump position with a cheek-wobbling impact.

The motion was two-fold: firstly, Garth’s jaw was falling to the forest floor again, something he would never get enough of seeing. But secondly, he had to know something.

He turned his head to look at Mooch, covering up his intention with a carnal smirk and another arch of the back, and watched for any signs of understanding. A single glint in the eye, a single realizing gasp, anything at all. He scanned Mooch’s features in a few short glances, searching for any signal or cue.

If he knew too much, that wouldn’t be good. Garth had overplayed his hand; he would have to punish him for it later when he got the chance. He had a reputation to uphold, the big guy knew that! If word got out that he had ridden a dick…

He scanned Mooch’s expression and body language one last time, and beyond a slightly-cocked brow that he might have just been imagining, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he didn’t find anything of note. A weight lifted off his shoulders, and a deep exhale followed that warmed his ice-cold veins back up to their normal temperature.

“Note to self.” He thought, “Ask about that look later, and be subtle about it.”

For now, it was all he was capable of doing. For now, that was as good as things were going to get. 

And now, he had more important things to do than worry.

He shot Mooch a legitimate grin, and his dull-blonde friend returned it to sender. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. So he twisted the friendly smile into another carnal smirk and tossed it Garth’s way, shifting his focus back on a dime.

As reluctant as he was to do it, he had to: he gave one last shove backward, gracing Mooch’s bouncy rump with one last bucking slam, one last clapping impact, and pushed off. 

“Anyway,” He spoke up with a few swishes of his tail, moving around to Garth's side until they stood parallel, rump-to-muzzle. “Let's cut the chit-chat and get this show back on the road, guys. Gotta say, this foreplay's not doing it for me anymore.”

Garth’s breath was just as fiery as before, but it came out as a shudder rather than a snort, quaking all that cake with less of a paw-like slap and more of a series of small jiggles. Now that was something he could do all day.

“You wanna put that fat dick to good use, big boy?” He whispered, as deep and husky as before, and right into his ear. He stopped in his tracks, watching Garth’s glimmering, verdant eyes as they tracked his rump and cheeks and tail down to their last motion, his heart fluttering and his breaths coming in a deep and hurried fashion. He could practically feel it all in his chest, mere inches away from him. “I know you do, you’re practically cumming already! You really oughta work on that stamina.”

Garth made a noise that sounded like the beginning of the words “shut up”, but a slight repositioning made it fizzle out. In a second, he was getting a face-full of ass, Humphrey’s back arching to fill his field of view from wall to wall, and his tail whipping down to smack it all into a frenzy. 

“Look at you,” He leered over his shoulder, blue eyes shimmering as he rode out the sting, and cock throbbing at the way his own ass quaked in front of Garth’s stunned and hypnotized face. “All ready to lose your mind just from seeing an ass. Do we have you that pent-up, huh?”

Again, Garth tried to say something, and again it fizzled out. He didn’t even have to do anything this time.

“I thought so. Well, don’t you dare think about cumming anytime soon.”

He bucked his hips again, taking his tone down to a growl that could barely be heard over the ear-ringing clap that sounded out when his cheeks came crashing together.

“Not without my permission, anyway.” He was whispering now, growling low and subtle right in Garth’s ear, and watching him shudder. "Or your dick isn’t coming anywhere near this ass for the next few weeks. Think you can hold out that long?”

Garth stayed quiet, and Humphrey dug a fang so hard into his lip he thought he tasted blood when the Alpha wolf’s mouth started to go agape. 

And then, with an affirmative nod from him, his swished his tail against the underside of his chin again, and stole that view away in one quick stride.

“Here’s the deal, stud.” He spoke loud and clear now, and when he checked over his shoulder, Garth was shaking the lust out of the mane and Mooch had turned to face them. “You make my buddy over there cum from just your dick alone, you get your…” He chuckled deep, and Mooch raised a brow. “...reward later, when I feel like it. Just like the other times, don’t get any ideas. But if you cum before he does, you miss out. Deal?”

Garth made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl, and nodded again. Humphrey smelled his pre, burning hot against the forest floor like lava as it dribbled from his cocktip. 

“As if you could resist, coyote.” He shook his head again, flecking off that lustful fog one bit at a time, only for it to come back again a moment later. “You’ve got yourself a deal. It’ll be easy!”

“Sure it will.” Humphrey stopped in his tracks, spacing out his hind legs again; he didn’t even need to look to know he was staring. “You’re in for one hell of a ride, lemme tell ya. You are okay with this, right, pup? You’re alright with showing him what you can do, now?”

This time, he did look behind him, and just as he had predicted, their eyes were on his rump. But just as soon as he glanced over his shoulder, Mooch snapped to attention, and his gaze snapped to meet him.

“Are you asking if I want a big Alpha to get me to cum paws-free?” The idea itself almost seemed to make him short on breath, by the way he was panting for air. “Do you really think I’d say no to that?”

“Thought so.”

Truth be told, he’d probably forget all about the bet in a few minutes. It was less of a real wager and more of a way to get things moving, a piece of casual chitchat, and he suspected Garth (on some level, anyway) knew that. Either way, he looked far too drunk on his own libido to care one way or another. He probably wouldn’t even remember the conversation once Mooch had bottomed his brains out.

“Well,” He spoke up again, taking a strides around Garth’s muscled form, and giving him another face-full as he finished his circuit. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare? Not that I mind, but the sun’s still moving, moose!”

“Bet you’d like that, huh, coyote?” Garth huffed, but his face was nervous. Humphrey saw it as clear as day, and all it took was an arch of his back and a lip-biting smirk to set the Alpha off further. “But you’re right, we really should get moving. Unless you’ve changed your mind and wanna go instead!”

“Not a chance.” He tossed that smirk back over his shoulder with a sassy glint in his eye, stealing that view away yet again with a swish of his tail. “You two go and get busy, I can handle myself.”

“For now, anyway.” Mooch gave a little snorting chuckle, another shiver going up Garth’s spine when he found himself face-to-hide with the tubby wolf’s cream-hued rump. “I know you won’t even last two minutes, sir! You never were good at just watching.”

“Just…” Humphrey whipped around and swished a paw through the air impatiently. “Just take his dick, pup. Save your mouth for something more important; you’ll need it.”

Mooch shot him an amused grin, and snorted out another chuckle.

“Heh, yessir.”

It didn’t take long for both of them to jump into action. In no time at all, Mooch was fawning all over every inch of Garth, drinking down his musk from nose to tail, head to pawpads, with ravenous, huffing breaths. He had seen the guy worship a male before, but he seemed especially into it today.

But he couldn’t fault Mooch too much; Garth did look great when he was disheveled.

“Holy…” The bigger Omega breathed as he passed along Garth’s side, laying a paw against his ginger-furred rump and roving his nose all along his fur. “You smell so good, Alpha Sir…!”

Humphrey stiffed a chuckle. He didn’t want to be mean to his friend, but they had to work on his nicknaming skills.

“I know I do…!” Garth snorted, trying and failing to keep his persona up as Mooch slipped around to his backside, drawing deep breaths against the underside of his tail and his low-hanging balls. “That’s what a real wolf smells like, Omega! Go on, drink it all up!”

Mooch hadn’t been waiting for permission; if Humphrey wasn’t good at sitting back and watching the action unfold, Mooch was bad at waiting for it to start. It wasn’t even a second before Mooch was drunkenly huffing all over the Alpha’s tall and muscled body. His swinging balls, his raging foot-long cock, his pulsating knot, his (even though the big guy would never admit it) used and abused tailhole; nothing was out of range or off-limits for him. He just went to town, drinking down his musk and heady scent breath by breath, losing himself with slurred and dirty moans with every new place on Garth’s body he went.

Humphrey knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of this kind of treatment; he had just done it the previous day, and many times before that. He would have been lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous, but as Mooch drew a deep breath and let it out as a moan under the Alpha’s sunset-orange tail, he shook his head.

“It’s just an act, Humphrey.” He sighed to himself, leaning back a bit as that familiar knot tied itself tightly in his belly. He knew that feeling too, and he thought it was kind of funny that Garth was involved with it both times. “He’ll be all over just like this, this time tomorrow. Just you wait!”

“Holy caribou, Alpha sir…!” Mooch moaned like the pup he was, letting it all out against his balls with a whining snort. “You’re so… perfect!”

Sure, Mooch might have been fawning over him, but it was all in service of the big goal. And besides, he couldn’t begrudge him a worship session, even if Garth was stealing a page out of his own playbook and brushing his muzzle away from his ass. He couldn’t be mad at him for going all-in, that would have just been vindictive.

Even if he would have preferred it if Mooch was all over him instead.

“Hey! Watch the rump, Omega!” Garth tried to growl back at him, but it came out paired with a noticeable whine. “I know you’re probably used to eating the coyote’s ass or whatever, but I’m a lot more selective!”

Humphrey really had to bite his tongue there. The urge to fire something corrective and snarky at him was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it there and swallowed it down. 

Besides, he wasn’t in the best position to be commenting anyway. He hadn’t given it much thought in the last few hours, but he had considered it yesterday.

“I wish. Humphrey never lets me do it!” Mooch’s voice almost sounded like he was complaining, and he salivated as he moved onto the spot between Garth’s hind legs. “But weren’t you the one with his dick inside you just a while ago?”

Humphrey resisted the urge to laugh again; Mooch could be funny when he wanted to, but it was more Garth’s reaction that set him off. The studly wolf recoiled immediately, and the slight blush on his muzzle was the icing on that particularly-tasty cake. He was doing a bad job at hiding it as usual, but as Mooch continued his worship, it just kept coming back stronger and stronger, until his whole face was burning red.

But he didn’t have time to look too hard for that particular feature; he had the rest of the wolf’s impending breakdown to observe. As much of a strong front as Garth put up, Mooch’s ravenous huffs and worshiping attention was starting to wear him down. He was getting just as excited as the Omega beneath him was, and the cocky expression on his face rapidly started to falter when Mooch’s huffs and snorts began to make way for more than just his nose. Soon, his tongue was joining the fray, slobbering up the length of his shaft until it twitched and leaked, slurping over his knot to make it further pulse, and weighing the sheer volume of his balls until it looked like they were too heavy for the muscle to handle.

“You taste so good… Alpha Sir!” Mooch moaned out again, readjusting himself a bit and extending his tongue to cup the length of Garth’s cock in its upward-curling girth, his eyes fluttering as the Alpha's scent and flavor melted over his taste buds.

“And… you love it! Don’t you, Omega?”

“Do you mind if I…” Mooch took a few steps backward as he talked, dragging his tongue along that impressive length until he flicked off the tip, and he was able to look up into his eyes. He listed his eyes, their gazes met, and Garth’s shaft unloaded a gush of precum onto the forest floor below. “...suck your cock?”

“Like you haven’t done that twice today, without asking!”

“Good point.” Mooch grinned up at him with an expression Humphrey thought almost looked smug, letting out a guilty chuckle. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.”

Mooch took a few steps forward, Garth’s eyes going wide as he suddenly took the reins in his fangs, and without even lining up, took the larger wolf’s cock down to the knot. He slipped it past his lips so quickly that Humphrey had barely seen it happen, but in no time at all, his head was bobbing back and forth along its length, taking it from knot to tip with slobbers and ease. Humphrey’s own length twitched wildly, a combination of jealousy and desperation driving it to throb hard as he watched Mooch take him down to the base on one gulping slide of his muzzle, over every inch he had to offer with no hesitation. 

Just a few days ago, he never would have imagined Mooch being so forward. But here he was now, taking some measure of control, some small pull at the reins, and making the Alpha wolf above him moan out from just his lips alone. It was so unlike a dom, and both Omegas realized it with a shared, quick wink.

“Keep going, pup.” Humphrey’s said, “You’ve almost got him!”

Garth was trying to form words, but it looked like all he could do to lean his head back and groan as they died in his throat. Mooch’s lips and throat were just that good, Humphrey had plenty of experience with that, but he had never seen a wolf, Alpha or otherwise, break down like this just from a mouth alone. Mooch was driving him nuts, slurping up and down his shaft, gulping down his musky pre-loads, savoring his flavors and sensually huffing his scents and smells, and all Garth was able to do was watch and enjoy, without so much as the energy to thrust back against him.

Mooch didn’t seem to be going especially fast, or especially hard, or even doing anything especially different. Either he had stumbled upon a new technique for sucking dick (if that was the case, Humphrey would have to get a demonstration later), or Garth was so close to the edge that a simple blowjob was enough to break him down. Humphrey couldn’t tell for certain, but one thing was obvious at this point: He had rarely ever seen a wolf look so pleasured.

Garth’s face was rapidly melting into an expression of pure, defenseless ecstacy, Mooch’s muzzle and throat draining what little will he had left by the second. He slurped and suckled and moaned around every last inch, and the wolf above him was breaking down all the faster because of it, digging a fang into his lip as he eyes rolled up into his skull, losing his last grip on control until he seemed ready to snap. What had started as the occasional moan steadily grew louder in the ensuing minutes, until their distinctly-subby timbre was undeniable. 

Soon, Garth’s moans hit a fever pitch, only for a loud and gasping slurp to fill the air, and they stopped dead. The larger wolf’s rapturous sounds suddenly fizzled out, the evaporating ghosts of his next few noises being overpowered by the sticky pop that now filled the clearing as Mooch yanked himself off. The tubby Omega took a single steadying breath as he did, and emerged out into the light from under Garth’s shadow with a single pace backward

“Was it good for you, Alpha sir?” He asked in his usual dopey, worshiping tone, even if it was slightly twinged with sarcasm in the way only an Omega would pick up on. “Are you about to cum…?”

This time, Humphrey was the one taken aback. It was definitely still a submissive question, there was no doubt about that, but a definite smugness was creeping through, like Mooch was having trouble containing how much fun he was having watching Garth crumble. Humphrey had only heard that tone of voice a few times from him before, and every time he did, things always got interesting.

And he would have been right again, because when Garth didn’t reply beyond a barely-noticeable whine and nod, Mooch grinned upward. That blush was still there, but the confidence and sexual smugness was more on display than ever before. Mooch seemed far too pleased with himself, but Humphrey found he didn’t mind.

Because there was nothing more hot than watching a confident, fat-assed wolf turn around and present himself, putting his chest against the ground and thrusting his bouncy, cream-hued rump up into a broken Alpha’s salivating face. There were very few things that were hotter than that.

“Well, don’t waste your load on my mouth, sir!” Mooch was carefully reining in the smugness now, regressing just a tad into more of that blushy, submissive mode he was so proficient at. “Your Alpha cum is way too good for that! Do you mind if I… could get it up my tail instead?”

A glimmer of that same confidence shone in Mooch’s eyes as he looked his way again. Blue stared into gold, and for a moment, a passing shaft of light made them both shimmer. It didn’t take a very intelligent wolf to know what that look meant, and Humphrey knew it immediately.

“Watch me, sir.” That look said, “Sit tight. I’ve almost got him.”

So Humphrey did as he was asked, and sat back and watched as Mooch started going in for the kill. Garth wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t growling or snarling or making suggestive comments. He wasn’t making so much as a peep. Instead, he was just watched with gritted fangs and shaking knees, gulping down what looked like a salivating dollop of drool as Mooch began to sway and buck his hips, letting his tail lift and swing out of the way bit by bit.

Mooch had clearly studied his technique. His pawprints all over it: the usage of his hips to vary his speed and power, the arching of his back to further bring attention to the utter size and heft of his fuckable rump, the outward spacing of his back paws to further increase the leverage of every bounce and movement, they were all his style. Sure, Mooch might have been ripping from his style page for page, but there was one thing that was different.

Mooch’s tail was raised up all the way, draping seamlessly over the curve of his cheeks, and his hole was on perfect, unabashed display. He never would have done that, let alone given that puckered tailhole a clenching wink and pushed it all back into Garth’s huffing and hypnotized face, peering over his shoulder with mouth agape and muzzle as red as a sunset. It really was the perfect image, and it stirred something inside him for a moment.

It was perfect; too perfect, even. As much as he hated to admit it, it looked too good not to use…

And as he watched Mooch throw it all back, tossing that ass around like a pro, taking advantage of every last thing he had, he couldn’t help but be hit with a thought.

Mooch had been right. He was having a hard time just watching. Patience had never been his strong point, especially when sex was involved. It was taking everything he had not to jump in and take Garth’s place, and the longer Mooch went on, showing his stuff like he rarely ever had before, the harder it was becoming to not cut loose.

“C’mon, buddy…” He groaned just above a whisper, trying his best to keep his paw from making a break for his twitching, desperate length. He was leaking already, his shaft twitching and his knot throbbing painfully as he kept himself away. “Hurry it up…!”

Neither of the others said a word, but he knew they could smell it. They might have been busy with each other, but knew they had noticed the scent of his sex drive, so desperate to kick into gear. The Alpha might have let out a snort or huff, but Humphrey didn’t catch it; he was far too busy looking at his shaking knees and desperate eyes to focus on his vocalizations, yoyo-ing up and down to try and keep up with Mooch’s taunting rump. The big Alpha was openly salivating now, drool dribbling down his chin and onto the dirt below as Mooch’s ass teased itself a mere inch or so from his ravenous eyes and drooling muzzle. Their eyes met, Mooch’s subby expression burning as bright as ever, and Garth’s eyes went wide.

“Please, Alpha sir…” Mooch moaned, mouth agape and muzzle a bright crimson red as his rump finally came to a stop, wobbling and jiggling to a halt with his tail far out of the way. “Please fuck me!”

Garth looked like he might have been trying to think of something clever, or maybe just something to say at all, but all he did was shut his drooling mouth and snort out the nose before advancing on the upturned rump in front of him. He didn’t say a word as he approached, didn’t growl a single phrase or comment as he mounted the tubby Omega from behind, breathing heavily into Mooch’s ears with his paws on either side of his shoulders, and didn’t say so much as a single taunting, overcompensating snarl as he lined up. His muscled front paws came down on the earth hard, kicking up a little bit of dirt into the air as he weighed himself down over Mooch’s laid-out form, and for the first time in a while, Garth growled. 

If Humphrey hadn’t been sitting down, he was sure his ass would have jiggled from the timbre alone. In fact, even as pinned against his body and the ground as they were, he swore he still felt his rumpcheeks move a bit. Doing his best to hold it together, trying his hardest (and only slight succeeding) to not take his cock in his paw, Humphrey watched as the ginger-furred Alpha brought that beast of a knotted cock down on Mooch’s cheeks with a clapping impact, and observed from his slight distance as he ground needily against the presented wolf in front of him, holding down his jealousy with every twitch and pulse.

“C’mon, pup…” He found himself growling those words out, keeping them a measured whisper for the time being. “Just take his dick already. Don’t keep me waiting…!”

It was like Mooch had heard his thoughts, because only a second later, he sniffed at the air, and his sex-drunk expression broadened to a crimson, fang-gleaming grin. 

“P-please, Alpha, sir…!” Mooch mewled, his blush seeming to deepen even further, and his chest heaving with heavy and worshiping breaths. “Just put it in me already! I can’t wait for your cock any longer…!”

Mooch didn’t even need to finish his sentence to get what he wanted; within the span of those few words, Garth’s hips were ramming forward, and his screaming moans were filling the air from ground to canopy.

It didn’t matter how broken or impatient Garth was, watching him fill a wolf up to the very brim, using every last ounce of power in those muscled hindquarters and every last inch of that footlong dick was always enthralling. Humphrey always found himself entranced by it, by every ounce and every inch and every drop of masculinity that was in the wolf. He might have been broken down, but he was a lot like Kate in that way.

Even in the middle of the steamiest sex imaginable, he was still irresistible. His masculine presence and pleasant persona didn’t clash with the sexiness; they mixed with it, forming the perfect sticky, musky cocktail. Humphrey drank it down easily too, gulping it down until the glass was drained, and he was still thirsty for more. 

Dammit. He thought, tasting blood again from where his fang punctured his lip. He really is perfect. 

But none of that mattered, so for the nth time that day, he shoved an unwanted thought away. He could get butterflies later. For now, he had a scene to watch, a climax to try and avert, and a wolf to jump. All he needed was the right moment, the exact right point in time when Garth’s breakage was at its peak. 

So he sat back and watched. As hard as it was, he watched, and he listened, and he waited, his paw idly pumping its way over his needy shaft and coaxing out a few desperate dribbles of pre onto his underbelly, as Garth utterly went to town. He had seen wolves fuck from afar before (hell, he had seen Mooch be railed in front of him before more times than he could count), but he had never seen it like this.

As much as he liked to imagine Garth as a drooling sub-in-the-making, he had to admit he was an amazing top. Even as broken-down as he was, whining in desperate need as he ravaged Mooch’s insides, he couldn’t fail to notice just how hard he was going, just how fast he was hammering and pounding away, just how good he was at this. Mooch was never the quietest wolf in the world, but Garth was the only one he knew (aside from himself anyway) to make the tubby wolf howl like this. Maybe it was just part of the exaggeration, a way of getting him more into the action.

He thought that at first; but after shifting his position to get a better view of the action from the side, he realized something: Mooch might have been able to exaggerate his moans, but the way his short-but-thick cock was unloading all over himself was something he couldn’t have faked. That ignored and neglected shaft throbbed with every inward slam he took, twitching and spurting with every similar load that filled him to his brim, smacking lewdly and loudly against his body when his whole form was rocked by Garth’s hammering hips, and for a second, Humphrey found it hard to look away. It really was an entrancing sight, only intensified by how impatient he currently was to get into the action.

It felt a little weird, drooling over his bottom friend’s cock like this. Sure, Mooch had never used the thing (as far as he knew anyway, and he didn’t take his friend to be the lying type), but he couldn’t help himself from salivating at every slap and twitch, every shot of pre against his dirty-gold fur, every throb of his mammoth girth and ass-destroying knot that could have made Garth’s own blush. 

He just hoped he didn’t see it happening. He would never live it down, the sassy look on Mooch’s face least of all. He was a sub through-and-through, but when he wanted to be sarcastic, he could really hit hard.

He swallowed the next load of spit, determined to stay on his guard. His cue was rapidly approaching, and he didn’t want to miss it when it was his time to join. In fact, it was almost here.

Garth’s huffs were becoming heavier, his thrusts more powerful, the throbs going through his length making Mooch squeal louder as the volume of pre only seemed to increase, beginning to spurt and leak out with every smashing slam inward. He was starting to lose his grip, taking every ounce of pleasure he could get, and dishing it out as good as he took it.

Humphrey couldn’t help himself from staring; the big Alpha’s rump was a sight to behold from his position, bouncing up and down in all its muscled glory and impressive size with every buck backward, practically taunting him with every slam in both directions, every hammering motion in and out. He might have thought it was intentional, the way his tail flicked up, flowing in waves with every pull back and thrust forward of his hips, the way his visible tailhole clenched tight with every throb and pulse, but he probably had forgotten all about Humphrey by now. He even felt kind of silly, expecting him to remember he was back there, and knowing he was far too drunk on his own musk to care.

Watching was becoming impossible at this point, holding back the urge to pump his cock was simply undoable, and even though his cue was coming up, he doubted he could make it. He counted down the seconds, each one ticking by as Garth gradually slipped further and further away, sliding deeper into his own lustful haze. He knew the feeling all too well, and he was feeling it right now alongside him. He watched as the Alpha’s back-end rose and fell, slamming forward and back to make that muscled rump bounce and work itself into a frenzy. He listened to Mooch’s squeals, how they mixed and harmonized with Garth’s own whining growls until he felt they might break out into a full-on melodic howl at any moment. He felt as he cock was pushed so close to the edge by his own paw alone, the others as close as he was to completion that he was surprised the whole clearing hadn’t been painted white yet.

He felt the last few seconds tick down. Garth was a beast, Mooch was a pro, and Humphrey couldn’t watch anymore. It wasn’t going to get any better than this. The Alpha’s timing was starting to vary, his rhythm was slipping, and he smelled fresh sweat as their climaxes all reared their heads.

But he couldn’t cum, not yet. Mooch had a point: there was no sense in wasting a good load, not when there was a tailhole waiting to receive it.

So Humphrey finally let himself crack, painfully letting the grip on his shaft lessen and loosen and finally release, practically yanking himself off his own parts. His length screamed at him, his libido yelled at the way he blue-balled himself, his knot throbbed desperately to feel something around it, but he tamped it all down for only a few more moments; they would get their chance to feel what they wanted to feel soon enough. 

He made his way up to standing, not taking his eyes off the sight in front of him for even a fraction of a second at a time, only allowing himself to blink at the very most, and found his balance again on all fours. It was only a few more seconds, only a few more agonizing moments, before he found his chance to strike.

Garth’s ass was reeling him in, making his legs carry him forward of his own accord. Mooch’s moans were hooking him, his howls of pleasure bringing more than Garth to the end of his rope, making his length throb with every sound of graced his ears, every last plap, slam of fur-on-fur, and ecstatic vocalization. Their combined musk lingered in the air, fogging up his brain with every small inhale and deep, huffing breath alike, holding him in that drunken state as it all became too much to bear. The sights were making his heart race, the blending scents of sex made his nose and throat sting so beautifully, and the sounds of the brutal fucking he was watching were too much for a wolf like him to resist. He sniffed at the air, letting out the breath as an intoxicated huff, and he set it sizzle at his brain like an egg on a camper’s stovetop.

He couldn’t watch anymore. He couldn’t wait anymore. His body was screaming at him to pounce, to act, to mount up and go to town. But he knew he couldn’t, not yet anyway. Just a few more seconds. All he needed to see was a single sign. All he needed to hear was a single sound. Sure, Garth was looking thoroughly engrossed in what he was doing. Sure, his guard was down. But there was one more thing that needed to happen. All he needed was-

And then, in less than a second’s time, it all slammed into him. A moan broke through the sex-fogged air, but it wasn’t Mooch that made it. It broke through the squealing howls of Mooch’ voice, overpowered the rapid-fire impact, and hit Humphrey’s ears with the force of a train horn on full-blast.

Garth leaned back in head, and moaned. He moaned loudly, so loud and so clear that it was undeniably him. There were no snarls, so dominant growls, no words or attempts at dominance. The ginger-furred Alpha just shot his head back and let it all out, moaning for Mooch’s ass the same way Mooch howled for his cock, and it rocked Humphrey to his core, nearly making him blow right then and there. He could barely stand to hear it in his state, and it took a metallic-tasting bite to his lip to stop himself from popping his cork for the second time that day.

It shook him to his core, seeing such a good top give himself over so completely to the wolf he was topping. It rocked him, hearing Garth utterly cave and give into his most primal urge, without any of his usual pretenses. But more than that, it was the sign he needed.

The countdown hit zero, and when it did, Humphrey’s body moved all on its own. That was all he needed to hear.

Now, it was his turn to make the big wolf moan.

He sprung into action on instinct alone, and it wasn’t long before he was rearing up on his hind legs, bringing his front paws down on Garth’s hindquarters with an impact that just so happened to coincide with another one of those tantalizing pulls backward. He intercepted Garth’s ass at the height of its bouncing rise, and the clap that filled the clearing as he properly mounted up on his larger frame nearly deafened him. He shuffled into place, setting his desperate and aching length slip gingerly between the bigger wolf’s rumpcheeks with every pull back until, for the fourth time that week, Garth’s ass grew sticky with rounds of pre. He didn’t seem to mind, but judging from a futile flick of the tail at his chest and nose, he definitely noticed.

“Hope you don’t mind if I join in, Barf!” He snickered down at him the best he could, holding off his desire to slam back into the Alpha’s warm and silken depths for just a little while longer. “You’ve had your fun with my pup, from the looks of it. But it’s my turn to have some fun now.”

Some instinctual part of him was expecting Garth to try to put up some resistance; a growl, a snarl, a snap, anything. But to his satisfaction, all he got was a needy press backward against his length, and an equally-needy huff from the wolf below him. There were no words (there were no words needed), just that simple gesture and sound from Garth, letting him know he was as ready as he was going to be.

“Glad you agree, moose.” Humphrey leered down at him, his heart racing and pulse pounding as he, for the second time that day, lined up at the bigger wolf’s tailhole. Even as battered and broken-down as it already was, it still had the courtesy to quiver and wink against him, so desperate for dick that even the wolf who owned it couldn’t stop it. “Oh, and don’t forget to moan real loud for me! You know I like it when you do that.”

Humphrey didn’t want any longer. His eyes were transfixed on their target, watching as Garth’s tail flagged up against his gray-furred chest, and his cock gave one more twitch. With that, he gave their bodies exactly what they wanted, and slammed his hips forward, letting Garth’s hole be gaped out and utterly stuffed once again, like it was meant to be.

“Now take my cock, Alpha bitch!!”

He never thought he would see the day, but for the first time, Garth offered no resistance. Even on his most adventurous day, Garth would at least have made a show of accepting an Omega’s dick and put up a tiny bit of a fight to save face. But today, none of that happened. Like before, all he did was throw back his head with a howling moan as Humphrey shoved himself down to the knot, pressing back against every last inch as it rammed deep into his, bucking back especially-hard when he started to resume his rhythm seemingly just to feel that fat pair of glands hammer into his backdoor, as cock-gaped as it already was. Humphrey certainly wasn’t going to complain about an eager bottom, not one bit, especially when it was the wolf who made him feel as good as this.

So he finally took what was his, meeting those bucks backward with thrusts of his own. He met the Alpha who made his friend howl so loudly thrust-for-thrust, beat after beat on the exact right tempo, with just enough force to make that sunset-hued ass wobble and bounce against his body. All three of them were working in tandem immediately, Humphrey himself looming over them all as he took the reins like he was born to do.

But he couldn’t forget about Mooch. It looked like it was taking him a great deal of effort to send him that wink, but he saw it and threw it back at him as they kicked it up a notch, just enough to synchronize down to the beat. Humphrey slammed his weight down on the Alpha below him, making his howl out with a pleasure only taking an Omega’s cock could provide, just in time for Mooch to work some of those newfound skills with an immaculate squeezing clench that forced out a similar sound, along with a volley of pre from his tapered tip into the blonde-furred wolf’s depths. But it didn’t stop there; their synergy was perfect, and that shot of pre only made Garth’s walls do the same around Humphrey’s own pistoning length, earning him an identical gush right up his own tail for his (and Mooch’s) trouble. And for its own reward, just to finish off the chain of events around them, his own ass was bouncing up a storm behind him, smacking and clapping itself silly in a way the other wolves wished they could emulate. It really was the perfect three-way position, each of their pleasures feeding off of and feeding into each others’, each of their actions causing chain reactions and repeating the same ecstatic loop again and again, and no matter how hard or long they went, it never seemed to peter out.

Humphrey just kept going, pounding away, taking in the feeling of Garth’s hole and the sounds of his soaring voice, savoring every thrust forward that made Mooch cry out and every backward push that made his tailhole quiver against his knot, just barely giving way more and more as the minutes ticked on. He had to admit, as he practically barged down Garth’s last defenses with an extra-powerful shove, barely anything else in the world could have compared to this.

Maybe except for Kate, but he could think about her another time.

He leaned his head back and let out a pleasured growl, just in time for Garth’s hole to buckle inward against his demanding knot, feeling more and more ready to take it as time went on. And there would be time for that when he was ready, he was sure of it. Every thrust was weakening that last defense, every slam was making the inevitable more apparent, every buckle of that ring of muscle and throb of Humphrey’s fist-sized glands made it all the clearer just how much both of them wanted it, how much they needed it.

But there was something else he wanted more, something else that had to happen first. He couldn’t tie that literal knot, not yet. But he knew exactly what to do next to make that happen.

“Mooch.” Humphrey spoke up, doing his best to be heard over the clearing-filling impacts currently bouncing off the trees during a moment of relative quiet. “Hey, pup. Earth to Mooch, can you read me?”

“Yes, sir…!” Mooch was wheezing for breath, and a little ghost of a moan left his lips before he could stop it. “L-loud and clear…!”

“I’m a little bored of this position, you feel me?” He asked simply, making Garth cry out with an especially well-aimed spear of his tip, and a suggestive slam of his knot. “Why don’t we mix it up a little bit? Get this moose on his back?”

“Sounds like… fun, sir!” Mooch was grinning again, and that expression combined with the sanguine blush on his face to make some part of Humphrey’s belly flutter. “Lead the way!”

“You hear that down there, bitch?” Humphrey snorted, punctuating that pejorative with another one of those slamming thrusts, and listening as the wolf underneath him moaned instantly on contact. “Pull out and get on your back, alright? We’re getting bored here!”

It was just like before; it took a bit of mental effort on his part, but with one good shove off, Humphrey was back on all fours, his length slipping free from Garth’s confined in one good, audible slurp. His cock throbbed desperately from the lack of contact as it shone with a glaze of his own smeared pre, jumping and leaking against the forest floor with every second that passed, and where they ever agonizing ones. But he shoved off all the same, watching and waiting with baited breath until Garth did as he was told, pulling out in his own time and popping his cork as he did. He moaned again as soon as he slipped out, and Mooch caught the ensuing shower of sticky precum with a wide-open mouth, letting it all streak and rope across his lad-out frame.

But Garth didn’t stop there. No, he did exactly as he was told down to the letter, barely making inebriated eye contact with either of them for longer than a split second before lazily flipping over onto his back. Mooch straightened up as well, and Humphrey would have thought it was a little funny under any other circumstance; Mooch and Garth had essentially swapped places. But he didn’t have time to consider that angle, not when their shadows were eclipsing him again, and he stood over Garth’s laid-out body, watching as he panted up at them both with a glazed over look in his eye and and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

It really was the perfect pose for a pup like him. If there was ever a wolf he could call hypnotized, he would have been it. Now all they had to do was break him in.

“Alright, Mooch.” He grinned, watching as the bigger Omega snapped to attention like he always did, tail high and swaying. “Give this big bitch something to snack on while I finish him off. Get ready to lower the boom, buddy.”

Mooch didn’t even have to give a confirmation this time; by the time Humphrey was leaning over the Alpha beneath him again, Mooch had already turned, and was already straddling his face, letting that golden rump of his eclipse the sun overhead. Humphrey loved it when he jumped into action like that. It showed just how much his training was paying off.

But not as much as when he jumped into action. Watching was fun, but participating was better.

Stepping over Garth’s form to line up again was as easy as walking, and before Mooch had a chance to act, his and Garth’s noses were practically touching, and blue was staring into green like an azure-hot flame. 

“You hear that, Barf?” He leered, giving Mooch a signal with his paw to hold off for just a couple of seconds, and watching as he obeyed to a tee. “You’re our bitch now. Well, more mine than his; subs like him don’t get bitches. Right, pup?”

“Right on the money, sir.” Mooch chuckled, nudging his nose up into the air with a needy snort. “It’s like you with being on bottom! What do you say, it’s ‘not my style’?”

“Right on the money, Mooch.” Humphrey repeated, throwing those words back at him like a smack to the rump. “Anyway, you’re not just our bitch, you’re my bitch. But that doesn’t mean me and Mooch aren’t gonna work you over ‘till you can’t walk straight! And you’re gonna love it, too. You hear that loud and clear, pup?”

He put a lot of emphasis on that last word, nudging the cool skin of their noses together with a cocky and grinning growl, putting just enough emphasis on his hips to make his full rump visible to Garth when he swayed his back-end.

And then, in a move that made his heart feel vindicated and his loins throb like mad, Garth nodded. It wasn’t much of a nod, more of a quick gesture that just made the wolf look impatient, but the submissive whine and pleading look in his eyes more than made up for the lack of energy. He would have preferred one with more gusto, but they could work on that later.

“Thought so.” He smirked as he stepped back only a slight bit, angling himself so that the tip of his tapered length slipped up the underside of Garth’s tail, leaving a trail of sticky and warm pre on its way to resting on his tailhole again. And when it did, those needy quivers were still there; so desperate, so hot… so perfect, just like the wolf himself. “Alright, Mooch! Lower it!”

Garth didn't even have time to moan, because in the next few moments, both Omegas moved in unison. Humphey rammed himself forward, putting all his weight into the next slam to utterly fill Garth’s insides to the brim, and Mooch acted as soon as he was ordered to, slamming down that crushing rump with enough force to totally smother the Alpha wolf below him down to his last gasping breath.

Garth was lucky he had taken that breath, because Mooch’s scent was probably the only thing he would be breathing for sometime; Humphrey knew that from experience. Sure, Mooch hadn’t full-on slammed him into the dirt yesterday, but he knew what it was like to huff a musk that potent. But now, just like earlier when the big wolf had let his considerable weight drop on his lap, he was doing the same to his muzzle, and the ground seemed to shake on impact as he crashed down.

“Nice one, buddy.” 

He tossed Mooch a thumbs-up, and got one back in return. The bigger wolf didn’t respond beyond a proud huff and another friendly grin, clearly much too busy with his own pleasure to respond with words due to Garth’s muzzle being pinned perfectly right underneath his tail.

But Humphrey was done watching and waiting. Just like before, he let out a deep and dominant growl as he filled Garth’s tailhole to its brim, savoring its cock-ruined tightness and precum-hosed walls when the instinctively squeezed around him. He rammed right through that tightness, slammed right through that velvety heat and slickened warmth, until his knot was poised again at its intended target. His rhythm was easy to find, and the Alpha wolf’s pleasured groans and desperate moans filled the air, making Humphrey’s expression melt into a chuckle smirk, and his blue eyes lid and glint in the light.

He didn’t have long to enjoy those sounds, however. It wasn't long before Mooch’s rump slammed down on the submissive Alpha's upturned muzzle, rising and falling at a steady but crushing tempo. Humphrey watched as his tubby friend lifted and dropped, rose and fell, guiding his rump up and down with just his hips and leverage alone, and those whining, ecstatic sounds only slipped out for a second or two when he lifted his back end, and were swallowed up again when he came back down. For his own part, Garth seemed to have lost any measure of control as well, moaning his lungs out into that slamming wolf-butt while his tongue busied itself lashing and slurp against his expertly-aimed hole. Mooch’s voice soared with his own pleasured noises when it made contact, but it only made him take it up a notch and slam all the harder.

The two were in perfect tandem now, feeding off of each other like Humphrey had never dreamed of before. To think, the chubby Omega in front of him had been a mewling sub just the other day, waiting for orders, awaiting commands from the smaller wolves around him. He was always at the sidelines, waiting to be told what to do, never taking action of his own accord. But that wasn’t the case anymore. Sure, he didn’t have Salty or Shakey’’s dominant expressions, but that fat rump repeatedly slamming an Alpha’s skull into the dirt, forcing a worshiping tongue deep up against (and eventually deep into) his hole to slobber over and devour everything he had to offer him, said more than any growling words or dominant posturing. Humphrey watched as Mooch took the reins on his own end of the wolf, and the pride welling up in the pit of his stomach only made him want to match his pace harder.

He couldn’t let a bitch like Mooch out-do him, sure. But that wasn’t the point. He just wanted to be at the same speed as him, to wreck the pup below them together, as one wolfbreaking unit.

So he did. He licked his chops, gave his own considerable rump a wiggle on his next backward pull, and listened for Garth howling moans as he slammed back in with all his might. It was a perfectly-timed slam too, expertly synced with Mooch’s downward drop. The pinced Garth in the middle like the team they were, and that was only the beginning of their shared rhythm. He drew out, and Mooch pulled up. He revved his hips, Mooch gave his an identical wiggle. He gave Garth time to adjust, just long enough to miss them, and Mooch waited for the same amount of time. And when he slammed back in, hammering himself back down to the knot until it practically broke down Garth’s tailhole with one thrust alone, Mooch dropped his weight, and Garth’s tongue speared right up inside him when his muzzle was utterly broken underneath him. 

It played out again and again. They didn’t need any words, or sounds, or snarls. Him and Mooch worked in a perfect, synchronized unison down to the last beat, both of them watching with their own degree of interest as Garth finally began to break down one final time. The last embers of his dominant desire died a quiet death, and over the course of the next few minutes of ass slams and deepdicking, he gradually slipped into a kind of lustful haze, the gleam in his verdant eyes finally flickering out.

Mooch drew himself up to make another downward slam, but Humphrey held up a paw to signal a stop. He had to take this chance, he had to look him in the face one more time, just to see the face of a truly broken wolf. And when he saw the expression Garth was making, eyes dimmed and dull, tongue lolling out, drooling down his chest with his ginger-furred mane a total mess, he nearly blew right then and there. That was the face he had been hoping to see, the expression of a wolf who had totally given himself over to his own primal urges. He had just needed a little nudge to get there.

And Humphrey loved it. He couldn’t get enough of that face, he couldn’t have looked at that drunken expression long enough. But eventually, Mooch shot him an expectant glance over his shoulder, and he let that image go with a downward gesture of his paw. Mooch’s rump slammed down again, stealing it all away, but the image had already burned itself into his brain. He’d be seeing it in his dreams, his wildest fantasies, for some time after that, he was sure of it. 

But he wasn’t done yet. The job wasn’t finished yet, not until… well, what came next.

“Hey, Barf…!” He only realized how winded he was when he started talking, but maybe it was just how ferociously he was hammering his knot against that so-called Alpha’s stretched-out hole. Either way, he was a whole lot more winded than he thought he would be, and his cock was spurting like mad (now that he noticed it). “You ready for the big finale, huh…?”

Mooch drew up again, holding just long enough for Garth to nod. The look in his eyes wasn’t just dull and dim anymore; no, it was pleading, Humphrey was sure about it. It wasn’t emptiness in his eyes, but pure, unfettered desire. And he knew exactly what the Eastern wolf wanted.

“You sure, big guy…?” He leered, letting himself drool a bit as Garth’s tailhole quivered against his knot, which was now flush with his entrance, ready to go at a moment's notice. “You sure you really want this load?”

Again, Mooch drew up, and again Garth nodded. It was faster than before, a lot more vigorous, and if he hadn’t been panting before, he would have been now. The quivers intensified, and for a second, Humphrey was back a few days ago. The warmth and tightness of Garth’s insides beckoned, and he could already feel it around his knot. It was taking all he had not to just slam in right then and there. But he knew that would have to wait.

“You really are the perfect pup, you know that?” Humphrey growled out those words, but the chuckle in his voice was genuine and friendly. And just for a second when Mooch stopped his movements, he thought he heard Garth let out another moan. “No offense, Mooch.” He added quickly, realizing the tubby Omega was looking right at him. “You’re basically a ten-out-of-ten too!”

“None taken.” Mooch shrugged, looking a tad more winded than he should have been, even if it was just for a second. “I just wanted to let you know to save some for me too!”

“Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise, buddy.”

Mooch didn’t have a response to that. He just huffed with his own amiable chuckle and dropped his weight again, making the ground quake and shake beneath him just as much as Garth’s hole was quaking against his raging knot, so desperate and needy that he could barely contain it.

Garth wasn’t the only one at the end of his rope. And Humphrey had just burned through the last of his. He was never very good at holding in a climax, and now, it was unbearable. He pounded and slammed away with everything he had, baring his fangs and clenching his jaws tight, desperate to hold off for just a few more moments, but the call of that release was too much to ignore.

“Alright, Barf…!” Humphrey growled from above, meeting those quivers halfway with desperate twitches and needy throbs of his own. “You want this load so bad? You can take it! Here it comes…!”

He slammed forward a couple more times, his throbbing knot pounding and barging relentlessly against Garth’s hungry backdoor, before he finally let the cork pop. There was no time to synchronize anything with Mooch, and the last thing he saw before his climax blasted away his senses was the bigger Omega coming down hard, crashing his weight onto the broken Alpha’s upturned muzzle. He did it so hard that it almost looked like Garth’s muzzle had been forced up into him, but Humphrey didn’t have time to think; his balls were contracting up against his body, his endorphins were coursing through him with the speed of a train going full-steam. And before he realized it, he had shut his eyes tight and thrown his head back, just in time for his shaft to erupt.

He couldn’t tell whether Mooch was still going, or whether the sound of the impact was still ringing in his ears, endlessly playing on repeat. The hearing had been washed away, his eyes were shut so tight he saw stars, so he had no way of knowing. And really, he found he didn’t care which it was. All that mattered was filling his newest bitch to the brim, and he was already on that. As much load as he could muster burst from his tip as he buried himself knot-deep one final time, the one explosive round quickly turning into a series of hot and sticky volleys as he fire off again and again, stuffing the Alpha’s tailhole full of that hot Omega cum for the second time that day. Not that Garth seemed to mind; his muffled, mewling moans were one of the few things he could hear.

“Take… it all… bitch…!”

That was all he was capable of saying, and he doubted Garth could hear him underneath all that ass, but it was worth a shot at least. It just didn’t feel right, filling up a bitch with your cum and not saying something. That definitely wasn’t Humphrey’s style. 

He had no idea how long the moment lasted; time had lost all meaning for a bit there. The only indicator he had for when the climax was over, was when it was over. And eventually, the rounds of gushing load wound down, becoming smaller and smaller, less and less intense, until his high finally fizzled out. The afterglow was already setting in, not to mention the fatigue that always accompanied it. It seemed he could have one without the other, not that he minded. Besides, moments like this were what made the effort worth it.

He braced himself against the oncoming wave of tiredness, digging his claws into the dirt beneath him and heaving out an exerted breath. His heart pounded, his pulse raced, but with every slow and steady breath he took, it all started to stabilize. All it took was a few seconds, maybe five or ten at most,  and his notoriously-high stamina was taking over, filling him with a second wind that gave him enough energy to open his eyes and recapture his senses.

If Humphrey was good at anything besides the tease, it was the fast recovery. And when he finally got his eyes back open, what he saw almost made him blow again. 

He had rarely ever seen two wolves make such a mess. Garth was absolutely coated, his russet coat now a gooey, white mess all the way from his loins to his ears. Mooch’s rump seemed to have taken a head-on hit as well, taking the brunt of the impact just as hard as the wolf who made it, coating his dirty blonde fur with streaks and ropes of white to further matte his coat. His back-end may have been raised up at the moment (probably out of an instinct to let Garth breathe; he was gasping pretty hard), but that didn’t stop it from being absolutely blasted over every square inch.

Both wolves were beyond painted, every available inch of their bodies glistening with that pearly, creamy veneer they loved so much. And judging from the little moans still exiting Garth’s mouth, the way his eyes were blissfully shut, and Mooch’s exerted but enraptured breaths, they didn’t mind one bit. 

“So, you two look like you’re having fun!” Humphrey grinned, slipping his hips back ever-so-slowly, and letting the telltale slick noises of a shaft pulling itself free from a used and overflowed tailhole grace his ears. It was enough to earn the Alpha beneath him a few more weak spurts at the very least. “Can’t say getting covered in cum appeals to me, but you look like you have it covered.”

He tossed both of them the cockiest smirk he could muster, throwing in a wink for good measure. It didn’t get one back, not only because his pun had landed as a dud, but also because they were probably too tired to respond anyway. He hoped it was the second one, anyway.

A few more gentle and careful pulls later, he finally got his length free. He had to admit, he was reluctant to leave Garth’s confines behind; pulling out had been as hard as yanking a knot free. But eventually, he finally left the bigger wolf’s body properly, and the remnants of that overwhelming load spilled and oozed out over his roughed-up rump, soaking it and the ground beneath with a musky scent that Humphrey was certain would take a while to wash out.

“I think he’s gonna smell like you for weeks, Humphrey!” Mooch managed out a little chuckle, still clearly winded, but recovering one breath at a time. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe I did, buddy.” He tossed him another grin, and this time, he got one; the genuine, friendly kind, with just a hint of that Mooch-brand confidence. “Now when they try to smell him, they’ll just smell me. And they’ll know who he belongs to. Isn’t that right, Barf?”

Garth didn’t respond. His eyes were still shut, fluttering like he was lost in a dream. His mouth hung open, but he didn’t breathe a single word, let alone say anything defiant, so Humphrey didn’t push. He just lay there for a bit, breathing in every last bit of sex-heavy air he could get his nostrils and logue on, and Humphrey had never seen an image so fitting for him.

He didn’t move a muscle, and didn’t look like he was going to for a while, so all they could do was wait and bask in that sunny afterglow. It might have been just past noon by an hour or so, but to Humphrey, the clearing might as well have been cast in a beautiful sunset, or rays of silvery moonlight. So he let that glowing feeling of post-climax euphoria flow through him as he sat his backside down and leaned back, taking a few slow and deep breaths, and watching as Mooch listed and fell on his side with a tired thud.

Moments like this didn’t come along every day, and they didn’t last forever. So he enjoyed the limited time he had with it, letting the situation sink and settle in with every breath and swish of his tail against the musk-drenched ground. Here he was, having the time of his life in his favorite place in Jasper, with two of the best wolves he knew. What more could he ask for?

Well, there were a couple of things. A few wolves were missing, and Kate was still in heat. And there was still the matter of that tingle in his belly. And Mooch’s question still didn’t have an answer. Come to think about it, there were a few things that needed some closure.

But they could deal with all of that later, because less than a minute of peace and quiet later, Mooch’s voice was breaking the silence as he shot up to a dutiful sit.

“Humphrey!” Mooch's voice hit his ears, breaking him out of that semi-daze. Mooch was standing again before he could register it, shooting excitedly up to all fours in record time with excited swishes of his tail. “Humph- I mean, Sir! He’s waking up!”

And there went the moment, gone with all the subtlety of a rockslide. Not that he minded; waiting around for too long was never his style anyway, especially when there was fun to be had.

He put that dominant persona back on in a snap, letting that perpetual cocky smirk cross his muzzle again as he watched the scene in front of him unfold. Mooch’s tail was flying back and forth, an excited brim was beaming across his face, and the big Alpha between them finally started moving again. 

“It’s about time.” He grinned, working his way up to all fours like it was nothing. “I was starting to think he was out cold! Welcome back to the land of the living, Barf. How’re you feeling?”

The bigger wolf beneath them only groaned sleepily at first, like he had just been woken up from a long and comfortable sleep. Those emerald eyes fluttered open, and the first thing they would have seen would have been both Omegas looking down at him, Humphrey peering down with a cocky smirk and Mooch meeting his gaze with a concerned expression. It almost looked like it hurt, but to Humphrey’s surprise, Garth snorted out a chuckle. 

“You two, uh… really did a number on me, eh coyote?” He said at last, his ginger mane splayed out in a mess of fur all around him as that drunken grin split his muzzle. “How long was I out?”

He might have sounded like he had eaten too many fermented berries, but Humphrey knew the Alpha’s guilty tone from anywhere. He sounded slightly embarrassed, looking back and forth between them with a haze of intoxication that was giving way to post-orgasm clarity, but all he could do was chuckle down at him.

“Just a minute or two.” Humphrey shrugged, “Looks like we really plowed your brains out, huh? I told you we could do it.”

“Yeah,” Mooch chuckled on the other end of the wolf, no longer looking as concerned as he was. “We really roughed you up!”

Garth laughed again, meeting Humphrey’s eyes, and the scrawny Omega returned the glance with a wink.

“So. Barf.” Humphrey leered, his voice as silky as it always was. “You feeling broken-in yet? We could always go for a third round if you’re still not sure.”

Mooch snorted out a chuckle, giving his white-streaked rump an uncharacteristic wiggle, but all Garth did was glance at him with a mild wince.

“You’re still on that?” The ginger-furred wolf grinned amusedly, if a bit tired-out. “I guess you two did kinda have your way with me just now, huh? Some Alpha I turned out to be.”

His words sounded self-pitying, but Humphrey didn’t hear a single bit of it in his tone. It was genuine and light, and nowhere near as low and carnal as before; he knew an honest tone when he heard one, and as he felt the familiar feeling of accomplishment well up in his belly, he grinned just the same way down at him. 

“I dunno, it kinda works for you.” Humphrey lidded his eyes, letting their blue irises sparkle, and Garth returned it with a grin that made his chest feel light for a second. “White looks good on you, moose.”

“Guess it does.” Garth managed out a chuckle, trying to pull himself up with them only for his strength to give out. He had barely made it an inch off the ground before he was hitting it again with a thud, going limp in a second’s time. “I’d take you up on that round three, but I don’t think I’ll be getting up anytime soon. So, sorry, guys.”

Humphrey and Mooch shared a glance, as well as a shrug. They could have waited for him to recover, sure, but he had a feeling it would take a while. And besides, the sun was still moving. Their time was limited, and the two Omegas clearly still had fuel to burn.

“C’mon,” Humphrey teased, smirking wide as his eyes sparkled in the light. “That’s all you’ve got on you? You really are a dud. We’ll have to work on that.”

As the last few words left Humphrey’s mouth, he threw his weight off to the side and rolled over onto the dirt, both wolves’ jaws falling slack as he drew his legs inward and pumped his length in his grip. Their eyes met his again, and both of them salivated instantly, licking their chops with every throb and twitch they witnessed.

“So,” Humphrey leered, eyes lidded low and smirk etched on his muzzle as he held his fluids-coated shaft upward, leaking tip pointed skyward. “Which one of you is gonna clean me up first? This dick isn’t gonna lick itself up, and I sure as hell aren’t doing it! That’s what you bottoms are for.”

“H-hey, I’m not a-”

Garth had interjected, but Humphrey just put up a paw, and his trap shut instantly.

“Less talk, more cleanup, Barf. Get to it, pups.”

Garth opened his mouth to speak again, even raising a claw, but his words failed him, and that claw fell just as quickly. Instead, he just shut his mouth again and struggled weakly to all fours, shaking as he steadied himself, and together, Mooch and him advanced on their target.

It didn’t take long for them to repeat their movements from the end of the last round, crouching down between his hind legs and slobbering their ravenous muzzles all over his cock, and Humphrey savored every second of it. They went together, slobbering over him in perfect unison, each wolf taking a side of his divided, rock-hard shaft until the last dribble and smear was cleaned off its glazed surface. For a wolf that had just put up such a fight, Garth took on his role easily, getting into the swing of taking orders and sucking dick with surprising speed. He barely needed any prodding to put his all into it, and to Humphrey’s surprise, his half was finished first. Mooch was barely behind him, sure, but the point still stood. It was like, somewhere deep down, he couldn’t wait to taste that superior Omega cock, couldn’t hold himself back from slurping and lathering his tongue over every inch he was allowed to touch, and before long, he was getting lost in his duty.

Humphrey knew those huffs and groans. He had heard them from Mooch a hundred times over, even from Salty or Kate a few times; he knew what they meant. Garth wasn’t just cleaning up his cock, or even enjoying it. He was worshipping it.

And as he showered Humphrey’s length with a flurry of licks and syrupy slobbers, over tapered tip and twitch shaft and throbbing knot alike, he couldn’t have asked for a better sight. Pride welled up in his belly again, and he grinned a satisfied smirk as he leaned up, paws behind his head, and savored every last moment.

Before long, both adoring wolves were getting what they craved, and a few more ropes of white were streaking over their faces. Humphrey dug a fang into his lip, peering down at them with their rosy-blushed muzzles and pleading eyes, enjoying his victory lap as he painted their faces with yet another load, only for them to return to their duties and clean that one up too. He didn’t need to say a word, and neither did they. This was all that mattered, at least for the moment.

So he savored all of it, unloading everything he had left in him over the course of a few blissful minutes. He couldn’t have said how many -it could have been two or five- but just like before, time was still far from his mind. This was all he cared about, and they kept going until they all had their fill.

“Good boys.” He growled, patting them between the ears for a moment before putting some pressure down, jamming their muzzles against each lobe of his knot. “If it wasn’t so late, I’d knot both of you in all your holes right now! But I guess that’ll have to wait for next time, won’t it?”

He released the pressure, and both wolves pulled up with a musk-addled gasp, Mooch’s lips leaving his side of the knot with a sloppy pop and a few web-like strands of spit. They both nodded, mouth agape and eyes glazed over, the spark of consciousness only returning when Humphrey’s smirk took on a genuine quality.

“You guys really are something, aren’t you?”

He grinned, and they grinned back. They still didn’t need to say anything, even if the look in their eyes told him they could have if they wanted.

“Anyway,” Humphrey shrugged, watching both wolves teeter limply in front of him, looking ready to fall over at a moment’s notice. “You two look about ready to pass out, so my job here is done. Unless you guys wanna keep going?”

Mooch, as exhausted-looking as he was, looked about ready to say yes; Humphrey knew that spark in his eye anywhere, even if it was common knowledge that Mooch would go for as long as he did, no questions asked. But Garth was in much worse shape, eyes fluttering and rolling up as he balanced precariously on the edge of consciousness. 

“You know it, sir!” Mooch spoke up, sounded tired but still looking able. “But this other guy… I dunno about him.”

“Hey, Earth to Garth.” Humphrey chuckled, speaking up a bit. “You still with us? Blink once if you can hear me.”

To Humphrey’s slight surprise, he did blink, but that wasn’t all he did. He also gulped down a load of fluids and spit, faltered a little bit in his stance, and finally fell onto his side with a heavy thud. The sound echoed off the trees, filling the clearing from wall to wall, ringing out with sheer finality.
 
And just like that, Garth was out for good.

“Um…” Mooch droned, mouth still agape as that concerned look returned. He took one look at the collapsed Alpha, then met Humphrey’s eyes with a slow blink. “I think you broke him, Humph.”

Truth be told, Humphrey was a little concerned for his well being. He had seen wolves collapse like that before, but checking for a pulse never hurt. But a claw to the neck assuaged that fear in an instant, so he waved a paw and leaned back again.

“Eh,” He shrugged, paws behind his back again as his spit-shined shaft glinted in the light. “That was basically the plan the whole time. Or did he fuck you so hard you forgot?”

“Not for a second, sir.” Mooch chuckled, tapping the side of his head heavily with a paw. “But it was a little… y’know, touch-and-go there.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was.”

Humphrey didn’t realize he was doing it, but he noticed too late that he was digging a fang into his lip, looking off to the side with a lust-fogged daze. For just a second, he felt it again: Garth’s fat beast of a dick, wedged so perfectly between his cheeks, coating his fur with streaks and ropes of pre, spreading his cakes apart with its heft and girth, coming so close to the underside of his tail with every downward pound and upward thrust. The thought alone was just as intoxicating as the sex and musk around him, and only when his cock throbbed and a prick of pain shot through his lip did he realize what he had been doing. 

He scrambled to pull himself back together, yanking himself out of his fantasy with an unceremonious clear of his throat.

“Ahem…” He said loudly, pretending to stifle a cough as he shot up to sit. “So anyway, your brain’s still working, huh?”

“Yep! Still on, sir!” Mooch chuckled lightly, his laughter making Humphrey’s belly flutter and his still-hard length throb. “Looks like we really did a number on him, huh?”

He motioned to the laid out Garth, flat on his back and out cold with all four limbs drawn in. His gorgeous russet fur was streaked and matted with white, no longer shimmering in the light, but dull from being laden and heavy with Omega musk. His mane wasn’t perfect and well-manicured anymore, but a tangled mess (still sporting its distinct curl despite it all), and his thick, muscled rump that usually bounced lightly when he walked was oozing white from under his tail, more and more leaking out to stain the forest floor and his fur alike. He might have been still hard (plenty, hard actually. It wasn’t helping the situation, with those memories still swirling around in his head and headquarters both) but there was no mistake: the Alpha was done for the day, with no more fumes to run on.

And it was exactly the way Humphrey liked it. He normally preferred his Alphas in working condition, ready to worship and shower him with sexual praises at the slightest beckon, but watching one snooze away after a long and hard day of being double-teamed wasn’t a bad sight either. He turned his attention back to Mooch, chasing away the ghost of a blush and refusing to let his jaw go slack. He couldn’t tell what was the hardest thing to look away from on the wolf, but it was hard to divert his gaze all the same.

“Yeah, we really roughed him up.” Humphrey cast Mooch a smirk, unafraid to put a little proud flash of his fangs into it. “You did good, pup! I’m proud of you.”

Mooch’s blush, which never seemed to go away these days, only deepened, and he chuckled with a bashful look on his face.

“I couldn’t have done it with your help, Sir.” He grinned, looking down slightly, but still meeting Humphrey’s eyes as they exchanged grins. “You’ll bring me along next time, won’t you? When you and him have some more fun?”

Humphrey made his way to all fours, stepping over the sleeping Alpha between them like he was a lifeless log, and took a few extra strides. He was parallel to Mooch now, and the tubby Omega’s muzzle only grew deeper when they came face-to-face with each other’s hindquarters. Humphrey’s paw found its target, bringing itself down with a wobbling impact on his friend’s rump, while Mooch sucked in a gasp and let it out as an excited huff over one of his impressive cheeks. It was only from the side, but they both felt it, and they both shook slightly.

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving you out, buddy. But you’re assertive now, remember? Just invite yourself along! There’s always room for you, pup.”

Mooch took a second before responding, taking a deep and shaky break before giving another huff. This time, it rivalled even one of Garth’s smacks, and Humphrey’s infamous ass jiggled like it had just been struck from the force of it alone.

“Thanks, Humph.” He said those words in his usual tone, but Humphrey swore there was something underneath it, something his friend didn’t usually have in his voice.

And when he spoke again, cutting Humphrey off before he even had a chance to say a syllable of “you’re welcome”, he knew what it was.

“So, uh…” Mooch droned, that crimson blush staining his muzzle again. It was the same shade it always was, but that didn’t last long; with every word he spoke, clearly trying his best not to stutter, it deepened until his face looked as red as a sunset. “D-did you think about my idea, sir? You told me you’d have an answer today, right? I m-mean, if you want to talk about it at all, that is…!”

As stuttery and flustered as Mooch was, the question still hit Humphrey like a blow to the gut. It was like having the air squeezed out of his by a bear, or being hit by a flying rock right in the belly. He suddenly felt winded for a moment; stunned and dazed for just a second or two. And when he recovered, the hit to his head was even harder.

He hadn’t even thought about it once, he hadn’t given it a single bit of thought, but now was the time for an answer. Mooch was expecting it, he had been expecting it all day. This was the moment the whole thing was leading up to, and he couldn’t disappoint him. He couldn’t.

He needed an answer, and he needed it now, but there was only one thing stopping him from giving one: he didn’t have one.

Truth be told, it was something he had been trying to avoid thinking about. Between thoughts of Kate, the weird feelings that Garth was giving him, and the fun itself, he hadn’t even given it the time of day. After all, one stray thought into important territory was enough to toss him headlong into a spiral. The best thing to do was just not think about anything, focus on the moment, and let the problem…

What? Work itself out? Just give him a conclusion, without him having to try? No, he needed to do that on his own. He should have realized it sooner, and now, it was too late.

He felt that knot from earlier (the kind that wasn’t the fun kind) wind itself tight in his stomach, and his heart started to beat just that little extra bit faster. How could he answer it? It was a simple question: yes, and let Mooch eat his ass, or no, and deny him. It was a simple decision, so why couldn’t he just say one way or the other?

It went against everything he was. He was a top, through-and-through. He didn’t do bottom things like that, letting other wolves with their tongue and muzzles under his tail. He shouldn’t have even entertained the idea. But it was too late to dwell on what he was now realizing was regret; he had promised an answer, a definitive yes or no, and he would give one. He just needed a second to mull it over, the thing he had been dreading.

“Well, uh…” He droned out, swearing his felt beads of sweat well up on his pawpads. “You see, about that…”

He was stalling for time, that much was obvious to both of them. He had to stop putting it off, and make a choice already. Mooch was a pretty patient wolf, but he was raising a brow expectantly, clearly taking some level of amusement in the way he was fumbling for words.

So he thought about it, and the more he did…

He had always liked showing off. He did it every chance he got, no matter the circumstance. Wherever he went, one was never far behind. He did it to tops like Garth, bottoms like Mooch, switches like Salty. Everyone got a face-full of ass at every opportunity, and he never gave it a second thought. It was only natural to think about taking the next step, he supposed, even if he’d never say it out loud.

And besides, teasing Garth had been fun. Putting his virginity on the line with Shakey had been fun. Working his rump against Mooch’s had been fun. He wasn’t going to even try to lie about that. It all had been fun, ever since the first day Kate laid eyes on his backside. Hell, even before it was as big as it was, giving the others a good, long look at the thing they’d never get to touch was always a good trick in his bag. It had always been fun. Even now, a part of him still wanted to see Mooch’s face melt into a blushing, drooling mess when he planted that fat rump of his into his face and went wild. 

But it wasn’t just Mooch. No, another part of him wanted to wake up Garth and do the same, or throw everything he had back into the whole Club’s faces as soon as he saw them. If the conflict inside him hadn’t already been making his heart beat faster, that would have made it race. Watching them all the other day had been an experience, all his friends breathing heavily and salivating over his ass, watching them drool with every buck and bounce, watching them huff desperately with every swish and saucy drape of his tail, making them all grow to a desperate full-mast with just his backside alone. It was enough to excite any wolf, knowing that others could lose themselves in a single part of him.

The only thing better than that would have been…

Suddenly, he was seeing Garth’s face in his head, the expression from the other day emblazoning itself in his mind. He had only ridden the wolf for a few minutes, but witnessing every step of his breakdown had been one of the best memories he had ever had. All he had to do was flaunt and tease his hindquarters, and Garth had been putty in his paws. And because of that one spontaneous, limit-pushing decision, the big Alpha was lying next to him right now, fast asleep after receiving the fourth (or was it fifth?) pounding up the tail. He had dominated him that first day, and today, because he had taken the chance. 

He had pushed the limit, and it had paid off. The thought was settling in now, becoming clear and leading him toward the answer he had been searching for. 

But it hadn’t just had the result he wanted. It had felt good.

That was the one thing he couldn’t shake. It felt good. It felt great. It felt amazing, and he would do it again in a heartbeat. Looking like a bottom for just a few moments was worth it for the feeling alone, and watching a wolf melt from just his ass alone was almost beyond description.

If it had felt that good, been that effective, to pretend to ride an Alpha’s length, how many wolves could he dominate if he went further? How good of a dom (or even a good dom-breaker) could he be if he just let them…?

On any other day, he would have shoved that thought out of his mind and pinned Mooch down. He would have tossed it to the side and had his way with him, keeping it at bay with the simple pleasures of another round.  But he didn’t want to, not this time. He glanced up for a moment, chuckling softly to himself when he didn’t see a lightbulb physically hanging there between his ears, flickering to life.

It kind of scared him, the way he was liking the idea. Maybe it was just the sex talking, or the intoxicating scent all around him, or the moment. But he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the thought, not when it was grabbing his loins and brain alike and refusing to let go. Not when it was making his belly flutter like this.

And not when it was making his tailhole quiver the way it was. It was a feeling he still wasn’t used to. But then again, Mooch’s backdoor had felt good on his. There had to be something to it.

After all, if touching holes had been felt that good, how great would a tongue feel?

Besides, Rule Number Three only applied without his say-so, didn’t it? He had invented the rule; surely he was the one who could make an exception to it. Who was to say no one could ever touch his ass? It only made sense.

And there it was. He didn’t need to think anymore. He was done with it. So he opened his mouth, his heart pounding, his breath catching in his chest, his cock giving a mighty throb.

And his hole throbbing with it.

He watched Mooch’s expression as he took the breath and gave his answer. The moment it  registered between his ears, he had never seen a wolf’s eye go so wide, or wag his tail so fiercely.

“You want an answer, pup? You wanna know if you can eat my ass out?”

He put all the sexuality he could muster into that, even as he circled around him in one full circuit. He strode around his back, digging his claws into his dull-gold rump before moving on with a swish of his tail, releasing his grip with what he could only describe as a disappointed whine from his bigger friend. But that whine wasn’t going to last long. He arced around his back end and strutted up the other side of the wolf, his own heart pounding as he walked out in front of him, feeling his eyes on his backside like roving paws with every exaggeratedly-bouncing step. He had always been good at the tease, and now, he was going to put it all to the test.

He had been waiting so long to do what he did next. His train of thought had only lasted a minute or less, but the urge to tease his friend in the face had been there the whole time. It only took a second for him to park his infamous ass mere inches from his muzzle, and just as he predicted, Mooch sucked in a gasp when he found himself with a facefull. 

But it didn’t end there. He didn’t waste much time on the usual bucks and throws, choosing instead to give a more direct approach. He answered his question in three parts: one, with a saucy wiggle of his hips, flaunting that ass of his within licking distance. Secondly with a carnal smirk unlike any other he had ever given, watching as Mooch’s blush deepened and his jaw started to fall slack. 

And thirdly: with a few words, and a single gesture. He performed the one he had sworn he would never do with only a slight bit of hesitation, and as he raised it all up and draped that bushy, black tail over the curves of his presented rump, perfectly poising it to frame everything he had to offer, the first sign he had done it was the warm, spring air gracing over his tailhole. That, and Mooch’s huffing breaths. So close. So needy. 

So totally submissive. He spoke.

“You wanna eat my big, fat ass out, pup?” He lidded his eyes, letting them smolder and his smirk blaze as his until-now-hidden tailhole winked on command with a clenching throb the moment it finally came into view. “Well, I guess you could have a little taste. You get one lick, that’s all. Then this tail goes down again, got it?”

He had always been good at this, hiding his nerves behind bravado. Despite how excited he was at the idea, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about it. And even though his nerves were probably obvious, Mooch didn’t say a word. He didn’t make a comment, or so much as an amused chuckle. Instead, he just huffed out the nose again, and Humphrey repressed the urge to gasp when that hot breath hit his tailhole head-on.

“Yes, sir.”

That was all Mooch said, all he needed to say. The tubby Omega’s salivating maw was right there, his tongue so close he could practically feel it already. Every dribble of drool was practically audible, every exhale was like a gust of hot wind under his tail, and as Mooch finally closed in to fulfill his latest order, inching closer and closer to that most private spot, Humphrey sucked in a breath and prepared himself. 

What would it feel like? That question nagged at him over the next second or so. It echoed in his head, refusing to let up until the event itself took place, filling his skull from wall to wall non-stop. What would it feel like? He clearly remembered what their holes had felt like when they touched; that electric feeling, that sudden eye-widening shock of pleasure. He remembered the throb that shook him to his core, going through both of their backdoors at once, reverberating throughout their bodies. The feeling was still as clear as day, still fresh in his mind. Would it be anything like that? Or something different, in a way he couldn’t describe?

Mooch’s tongue was getting closer, lolling and panting out of his mouth. He was inching closer; the remaining second or two could have been an hour’s wait, that was how fast his heart was pounding, how quickly his mind was racing. The wait was going to kill him. He didn’t just want to feel it; no, he needed it.

He needed to feel Mooch’s tongue on his ass. To think, he had come so far from his old stance on the matter. It was almost embarrassing, how much his mind had changed. His legs were shaking again, but he wasn’t nervous this time.

And when he felt it, he finally got his answer. 

Mooch’s salivating tongue finally made its move, and the answer hit Humphrey like a speeding train. In a second, his senses were blasted away. In a single moment, he saw stars. And in a single, solitary moment, he felt Mooch’s tongue make contact with his tailhole, and he nearly moaned out like he’d never moaned before.

It took all his energy, every last ounce of it, to keep from making that sound. It was like a biological need; so primal, so necessary, something he couldn’t have resisted. He tried his best, just barely managing to gulp that desire down with a load of spit, and managing to hold it down for the time being.

How could it have been easy, when Mooch’s tongue felt this good? The feeling from the previous day was nothing compared to this. Their holes touching had been electric, but it was nothing to him now. The clenching throb was feeling like a little twitch compared to this. The pleasure was so intense that, for a second, his entire vision was a field of stars. He almost couldn’t put it into words, not when his brain was firing off like this.

The electricity of their tailholes making contact was looking like a little jolt now. It had been amazing -world-shattering!- before, but this was something else entirely. Mooch’s tongue made first contact, and despite how ginger and gentle he was in the act, Humphrey felt like his backside had been struck by lightning. His tailhole suddenly felt hot, and a feeling he only just then realized was pure pleasure was zapping and crackling through his entire back-end. It was almost beyond his brain’s ability to comprehend, but it did what it could to process it, and he had never felt anything so intense in his life. 

His cock throbbed between his hind legs, harder than it had all day, and his hole followed suit. It had never throbbed this hard before (although, he couldn’t think of many times when it did. He wasn’t something he ever really paid attention to), but it was making the one from yesterday look like a little twitch. Both ends of his nether shook and quivered like never before, reacting in a way that he had a hard time putting into perspective. That simple feeling combined with the electric blast of pleasure, and in the span of a single second, that glorious mixture they created nearly made him blow his load again immediately.

But he was Humphrey The Top. It was going to take more than this to make him cum. And judging from the way Mooch was slowly, agonizingly, dragging his tongue up, he knew it too. He drew the whole of that available muscle over Humphrey’s backdoor in one smooth slobber, adding just a little bit of pressure in just the right places to make the initial shock almost repeat itself all over again, and as the experimental lick progressed, Humphrey found himself digging a fang into his lower lip, practically tasting a small trickle of red, just to hold back from making any noise.

He might have been in a world of pleasure he didn’t know existed until now, but Mooch was going to have to earn that. He might have been enraptured, but Humphrey hadn’t gone soft.

It was all he could do to stand there as Mooch slathered his ring of muscle with spit, drawing himself so slowly and steadily over his most private area until he had no more tongue to give. It felt like years had passed by the time his friend was done with the one slobber, but eventually (to Humphrey’s chagrin, something he never thought he would think), his hole gave one final quiver, and the tip of his ass-eating friend’s tongue flicked off the center of his ring, and their bodies finally separated. Mooch’s moan shook him to his core, and it was exactly the kind of moan he liked to hear: needy, desperate, and hungry for more.

He let a smirk cross his muzzle, the first in what felt like hours. His eyes had rolled up, he had just noticed, but he leveled his gaze out and let his expression return to its normal sexually-smug state at the idea now welling up in his head.

If Mooch wanted more, who was he to tell him to stop? He cast a glance back at him, where he stood mouth agape, drooling, and with those widened, pleading eyes. He couldn’t say no to that face, not when his heart was racing this much, his hole was quivering against the slick veneer of spit that coated it, and his rump was still crackling with pleasure like it was.

No, he couldn’t have said no in a hundred years. As needy as Mooch was, he realized he wanted it just as badly.

So he didn’t say no.

“Whoa…!” He had tried to say something more aggressive, but tha genuine reaction had been the first thing out of his mouth. Not that he minded, not at all. “That’s was, uh… and experience, that’s for sure! Was it… good for you, pup?”

He was panting, and Mooch knew it. The guy might have been drunk on his musk, absolutely smashed on it at the very least, he even a wolf like him could have seen Humphrey’s chest rising and falling, or heard the need to catch his breath in his voice. But in that moment, he didn’t think either of them cared. Humphrey certainly didn’t.

He just wanted to feel Mooch’s tongue again. He didn’t give a damn about anything else.

“You just…” Mooch was looking stunned suddenly, the look in his eyes going from worshipful to stunned to shocked in a matter of seconds. “You really just… you r-really just let me…!”

“Uh-huh.” Humphrey nodded, keeping that carnal grin burning as hot as he could. “And it felt really good too! Better than I thought it would, that’s for sure. You’re one heck on an ass eater, pup…!”

Mooch was blushing again, deeper than Humphrey had ever seen him before. His muzzle was turning as red as Garth’s fur, and when he tried to speak, only a squeak came out at first. It was adorable, and Mooch looked about ready to pass out at any moment when Humphrey gave his spit-slathered hole another throb a mere inch or two from his lips.

“You really, uh, mean that.” It was more of a statement than a question, at first anyway. “You really mean that, sir…?!”

“Watch the circulation, buddy!” Humphrey chuckled back at him, watching as his face only continued to redden, and his chest began to heave. “I can’t have you passing out on me, it’s bad for your brain! Take a deep breath.”

Mooch did as he was told, straightening up a bit and taking a long, deep inhale. And when he exhaled, the warm breath from his nose blasted over Humphrey’s presented hole, and his cock gave another desperate throb. He wasn’t even trying to hide them now, even putting a little extra effort into the clench, and Mooch’s squeaking moan from behind him told him everything he needed to know. 

“Good boy, Mooch.” He chuckled, mixing the amiable laugh with his sexually-charged expression for the ultimate sexy combo. “I don’t wanna see you go out cold yet, you still have an ass to eat!”

Those were words Humphrey never thought would say, not in a hundred years, and Mooch clearly thought the same. From the looks of things, the deep breath wasn’t doing much, since just hearing them was making him teeter on the spot. He looked like he was just a second away from his eyes rolling up and falling onto his back with a thud, but luckily for both of them, Mooch straightened back up in no time. 

“I have a… what?! You mean right really want me to-”

Mooch sounded shocked again, but those surprised words melted into another moan when Humphrey suddenly threw his hips back. He put his best talent (well, second best. Topping was his first, they all knew that) to work, bumping that hypnotic ass of his up into the air, bringing it all down, and making his cheeks wobble like they rarely had before. He caught that bounce right at the top of its arc, slamming his back-end down with a mighty crash, and watching as Mooch’s expression fell into an amazed stare again. 

Someday, even if it didn’t end up happening today, Humphrey would be doing that exact motion again. But next time, Mooch’s face would be under him when he did. It was only a matter of time, he would make sure of that.

“You know I do, bitch.” He let his grin widen with a gleam of his fangs, letting his fat rump bounce to a standstill, and his hole quiver with anticipation, just as Mooch was drooling with his own. “You did such a good job the first time, but now I wanna see what you can really do. You’ve got sixty seconds to show me how a pup eats an ass, then this tail goes down again. And I mean it this time!”

Truth be told, he couldn’t have waited much longer. Every word he had said was true, but Mooch probably had no idea just how desperate he was to get back into it. Just like before, he needed his tongue on his ass. Like before he needed to feel it again. He needed it like he needed to breathe or sleep, and he knew Mooch felt the same. So he bucked his hips one more time, straining his ears to hear Mooch’s desperate whine over the crash of his cakes he was so proud of, and waited again.

He didn’t need to wait long this time, though. He barely had to wait at all, actually, not when Mooch was this hungry. Not when Mooch was this ravenous for his taunting, teasing ass.

The tubby Omega dove right in, and the moment the clock inside Humphrey’s head ticked down from sixty to fifty-nine, that crash of lightning struck his rump again. Again, it came down from above. Again, it zapped him full of the same rapturous pleasure as Mooch’s tongue made contact with his hole. And again, Humphrey resisted the urge to moan, this time managing to channel it into a deep and domineering growl, even as he let his eyes flutter closed. 

“Hell yeah, pup…!” The growl issued from his throat, Mooch responding with a deep moan that made his cheeks bounce and his hole throb madly against his slow slobber. “Eat my fat ass out, bitch…!”

Mooch didn’t seem to have any trouble following that order. In fact, if the sudden increase in ferocity was any indication, he had been looking forward to following it for some time. And Mooch followed it to the letter, flicking his tongue off of Humphrey’s rim for only a second before going back in for a second lick, only to draw his taste buds over the area again with even more hunger than before. Humphrey’s tailhole quivered against his tongue, throbbed against his needy lick, and as Mooch tasted his ass with dutiful vigor and a slobbering tongue, he couldn’t help but feel that all-too-familiar pressure begin to rise up between his hind legs.

He was enjoying this. He was really enjoying this. One lick turned to two, two finished and became three, and before anywhere near half the time had elapsed (that he knew, anyway; keeping track of the clock was turning into a harder task with every second that ticked by), Mooch was devouring his ass with gusto, and his cock was showing signs of blowing again. He was as hard as a rock, twitching with every lash and throbbing with every slobber, shooting off a round of sticky pre with every moan from his bitch behind him, every grunt and whine and sound he made only bringing him closer to the edge for the nth time that day.

He wasn’t sure what to think of it; would it be more dom-like to cum from getting your ass eaten by your sub, or to hold onto your load for as long as you could? Would a dom show his sub some appreciation and blow for him, or would he make him earn it; make him work even harder for it? He didn’t have an answer, and he figured at this rate, that he wouldn’t find one in time. Mooch’s mouth and tongue were beyond amazing, slathering his rump with more spit and worship, huffing and moaning like the bitch he was with every taste and slobber. It was almost too much to handle, and with every pass over his cheek and hole, every tick of the clock, he found that, either way, he was running out of time.

How much time had passed? Fifteen seconds? Twenty? It couldn’t have been more than thirty, he knew his internal clock couldn’t have been that busted. He settled on twenty for now, throwing a look back at Mooch in the meantime, and hoped he wasn’t blushing.

“You’ve got… forty seconds left, pup!” He grinned, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll up and his face contort in unrestrained pleasure. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done. “You better make the most of it back there…!”

Mooch didn’t respond with words. He didn’t need to. His dutiful moan, so desperate and loud and mewling, filled the air when he pulled back to let it out, and it said all he needed to say. But if that hadn’t done it, his face would have: if Garth had looked broken, Mooch was totally gone. He had never seen the guy look so dazed, so totally lost in the musk and sex. His eyes were lifeless and dim, his maw was slavering, his entire expression was one that clearly belonged to a wolf who was beyond broken. As as he dove back into his tongue-and-mouth worship, slobbering all over those gray-furred cheeks until they grew matted and dark, and making Humphrey’s hole quiver until it oozed spit like precum from a bottom’s backdoor, it was the most fitting face a sub could have made.

Humphrey had his answer now. It was as clear as day, and it had been as soon as he had looked into his friend’s expression. That was the face of a wolf desperate to please, lost in his own pleasure but still, above all else, wanting to please. And if Mooch wanted to make him feel good so badly, he would get it. It was the least he could do for his favorite bitch in all of Jasper.

“So good, pup…! Don’t know why I didn’t tell you to do this sooner…!”
 
He grit his fangs, snarling out those words as he tasted the familiar flavor of leather again, seeing the invisible leash around his neck. It bound his scruff from two separate chains, one currently held in his mouth and another around his tail, ready to be yanked. So he gave them a tug, pulling hard with his jaw and bucking his hips with as much power as he could gather, and watching as Mooch responded. Just like it had yesterday, the invisible collar seemed to have real consequences, and the bigger Omega stumbled forward, practically falling forward into his rump so far that he looked like he might suffocate between his cheeks. 

“But it’s time to… fix that, don’t you think? You’ve still got thirty seconds back there, you know? Just try it, bitch… try and make me cum…!”

He yanked the chain again, and again, Mooch responded in just the same way. They really were on the exact same wavelength, it seemed, and the other Omega knew it too. He had barely even finished giving his order before he was picking up the pace, slobbering harder, tongueing faster, slathering every inch of rump he could find in saliva and pure worship. And Humphrey savored every last drop of both, working his hips gradually into a serious rhythm to make those spittle-slathered cheeks clap like mad, crashing loudly around the sides of his head until he was sure Mooch’s ears were ringing.

If he had an ass as good as his own clapping like that around his head, he was sure he’d go deaf. It was only natural, to lose your senses to such a superior rump, and even more natural to totally embrace it. Mooch was never the type to fight back against him, not in a lifetime, but he figured even a wannabe like Garth wouldn’t have turned down this experience. Then again, Garth wasn’t very good at being a dom.

But there was someone who was. If anyone was good enough to stand up against it, it would have to be…

His cock throbbed madly at the thought, instantly unloading a gush of hot pre that felt more like a real load. His shaft flexed and erupted, his hole clenched and squeezed down in turn, and Mooch responded with another even-subbier moan when the image hit Humphrey’s brain. 

Oh yeah, Kate would love this. The ass was sort of her idea, after all, even if she hadn’t asked for it. 

He was suddenly a whole lot closer now, and only just beginning to pant again. There were less than thirty seconds left on the clock, and it was looking to be a tight race. He just needed to last a little while longer.

Thirty seconds. Twenty-five seconds.

Another slobber, this one slower. Another lash, this one fast in the opposite direction. A prod of Mooch’s tongue at the center of his hole, followed by an entry denying clench. Not today. Maybe never, now that he thought about it. He might have been getting his ass eaten, but no one penetrated Humphrey The Top, not even with their tongue. Mooch backed off and went back to his usual worshipful slobbers, taking a breath from his hole to coat his cheeks to a near mirror shine.

Twenty seconds. The clock was still ticking, and he was still going. But that quiver through his hole was worrying. He held it together as best he could, taking a deep but shaky breath as his shafts throbbed needily. The image was still in his head: Kate. It wasn’t even her buried in his ass anymore, it was just… her. She didn’t even need to be acting sexy to be amazing. Just the thought of her alone, doing anything at all, was enough to make him want to burst, and Mooch’s masterful tongue wasn’t helping. His cock throbbed again, his tip erupted again, and he sucked in a breath at how much of a close one it had been.

Fifteen seconds. He just needed to hold on a bit more.

So he did his best, even as Mooch’s licks and slathers became a frenzy, his mouth and tongue losing all control of themselves until every greedy slobber from his taint to his tail became an all-out assault. It looked like both of them were losing their grip now. He just wished Mooch was the only one experiencing it; dominant tops like him kept their composure, something he was trying his damndest to do in spite of the way the pleasure was arcing and zapping through him. But he couldn’t help himself, not when it felt this good.

Ten seconds, or so he thought. The timer was almost up. Truth be told, time had lost all meaning some time ago. The ticking clock had meant less and less over time, but now, it was a non-entity, totally irrelevant, especially when he was feeling like this. And he knew felt the same. 

He put some more leverage into his rump, bouncing it all up and down until he felt like every downward crash should have been enough to flatten Mooch beneath him. But the bigger Omega stayed upright, still worshiping away one gulp and moan and slurp at a time. His shaft throbbed again, his eyes rolled up just a bit before he corrected them, and the whistle at the top of his steam valve began to go off. Just a little more time.

He was gritting his fangs again. Gods above, she was so beautiful, and Mooch felt so good on his ass. Those two things were the only things he could think about, everything else was dissolving away. His mind was becoming one-track, every thought solely devoted to either the images flooding his head, a combination of sensual and mundane in no particular pattern, and the way Mooch’s tongue was completely ravaging his hindquarters. There were almost no words for the heaven he was in. He could have died and gone to paradise, and he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.

He dug a fang into his lower lip, letting it nick the skin and a trail of red flow down his lip, dribbling onto the forest floor below with a crimson glint in the light. He didn’t even feel it, not when his nethers were firing off like this. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to help it. He was going to blow. He was going to cum, and from Mooch eating his ass out! He would never live this down, not if it got out. But that thought dissolved just like the rest, disappearing behind the tide of pleasure that was overtaking him, and the overwhelming whistle of the valve about to explode.

He felt his balls contract, pulling up against his underbelly. His fluids welled up inside him, his shaft pumped and throbbed with rapidity that mirrored his heartbeat, his libido raged as his climax began. He shut his eyes tight, feeling that jolt of pleasure scream through his ass one more time, before…

Nothing. One second, he was ready to blow, right on its threshold. And the next, his hips were coming to a standstill, stopping when he felt something different around back. His cheeks had crashed together, but Mooch’s muzzle hadn’t been between them. The cleft was empty, as wide and empty as a valley, and when they collided, the only feeling he had was of his rumpcheeks smacking on one another. His tip didn’t even well up a single creamy bead; instead, he gasped, and turned to look, only to find something that made his heart sink.

Mooch was sitting there dutifully as always, expectantly and with his back straight. It was always a good position for a submissive pup to be in, but now… well, wasn’t the time. He stilled his hips, took a deep breath, and felt the beginnings of what probably would have been a glorious climax wither away and fade into nothing.

“Mooch…?” He asked, realizing for the first time in a while that he was almost out of breath. “Wh-what’s going on? Why’d you stop…?”

Mooch let the ghost of a grin cross his muzzle; the smug and confident kind, the kind Humphrey himself had taught him. He didn’t say anything at first, choosing instead to point a claw up at the sky, nudging it skyward to where the sun sat overhead.

“You told me I had sixty seconds, right?” The tubby wolf almost seemed to chuckle. Even if it hadn’t been a real laugh, there was still something amused about it, and it made Humphrey’s belly tie tightly into a knot. “Well, time's up, sir!”

Reality came crashing back to Humphrey at that moment. One second, he was still in that dreamy, lusty state, senses dulled and smeared like Mooch’s spit all over his rump. The next, the world was crashing into him again, impacting him with the force of a full-speed locomotive, and slamming him back into reality. His senses began to sharpen again, and his labored breaths started to till as his near-climax finally sparked out. He always hated getting blue-balled.

“Oh, right…” He scratched the back of his neck with a guilty chuckle, his tail giving a few swishes against Mooch’s drooling muzzle. “I guess I did give you a specific time, huh? I guess I'm just surprised you kept track of it!”

“What kind of sub would I be, sir,” Mooch returned the little laugh, gulping down what looked like a final load of spit with one big swallow. “If I couldn’t keep track of that? You said I had sixty seconds, so I did exactly what you wanted. That’s what good bitches do, right?”

He couldn’t have argued with that. He just never took Mooch for being so literal.

“Dang right, they do.” Humphrey grinned, watching with a fluttering and warm stomach as Mooch returned the smile for a second. “And you play the part pretty well, buddy. Stick with me, and you’ll be the best sub in all of Jasper!”

“Oh, I’ll stick with you, alright.” Mooch chuckled again, another blast of breath making Humphrey’s rump jiggle. He sucked in a breath through the nose to keep from gasping when it made contact; somehow, the spit-slathering made that huff hit his tailhole especially hard. “I’ll be right behind you, sir. As close as you want me to be!”

“That’s a good pup.” Humphrey responded with another, deeper chuckle, almost like a snicker. Whether it was out of affection, a way to distract from the fact that his hole was spasming and quivering like crazy, or some mixture of both, he couldn’t say, but either way, he found himself finally lowering his tail after a while and putting some distance between them, if only by a few steps. “Just don’t get any ideas. I let you under there once, but the third rule’s still in effect, okay? No touching without my say-so, got it? And don’t go telling the others about this either. I’d never live it down.”

“If you say so, sir!” Mooch was pulling himself up into a proper sit now, straightening up from where he had been slouching and putting up a paw. “I promise: I’ll only do it again if you ask me, and I won’t tell anyone. You have my word as an Omega.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it for a second, bitch.”

Humphrey snickered back at him again, putting a little sway into his spit-slathered backside before going off to wipe the evidence off onto the trunk of a nearby tree. Given the sheer volume of the mess, scrubbing it off was a bit of a process, but eventually, given enough angle changes and a few suggestions from Mooch, his rump was back to his previous clean-at-as-whistle state, without a single drop of spit remaining. 

Luckily, Garth still seemed to be asleep. It had been a risky move, going that far into new territory while the Alpha was so close by, but it looked like the gamble had paid off. He snored away in the middle of the clearing, on his back and splayed out where they had left him, and Humphrey figured even a falling tree couldn’t have woken him up. It was definitely for the best, even if he did look amazing when he slept.

“So, uh…” Mooch pointed a claw at Garth where he slept. “What are we gonna do about him?”

“Depends.” Humphrey shrugged, letting that smirk etch itself across his face again. “You up for another round?”

“With you?” Mooch was grinning again; beaming, even. “Always!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle; Mooch had been through so much today, and he still didn’t look tired. The big guy had come a long way since his lessons the previous day, he had to give him that.

“Well, if that’s the case…” Humphrey let that chuckle turn dark, putting some sway in his hips as he made another circle around Mooch, ass flaunting and rock-hard shaft bouncing with sticky plaps against his underbelly. The air was suddenly thickened again, growing heavy with somehow even more musk and sweat and anticipation than before; just the way the two Omegas liked it. “...How about we get started on it, eh? Save the chitchat for later, have some fun until he wakes up?”

Mooch was panting again, but it wasn’t from exertion. His eyes were following him down to the last movement, down to every last sway and bounce and swish, like he was simultaneously studying his technique and being enraptured by it. 

“I’d like that a lot, sir…!”

Humphrey finished his circular stride, standing parallel with Mooch’s form and letting his claws sink into the golden fur of his rump, while his own hindquarters lay within slobbering distance. 

“Then let’s get to it then!” He grinned toothily, flashing his fangs when he saw how Mooch’s eyes were riveted on everything he had to give, the larger wolf staring slackjawed out the corner of his eye. “I think I hear him waking up, so you’d better make this one good.”

“Give him something fun to wake up to?”

He hadn’t thought of it, but now that Mooch had mentioned it, he couldn’t have said it better himself.

“Something like that, yeah.” He growled, fangs gleaming and rump bouncing with a slight upward buck. “Now shut that mouth of yours and put it to better use, pup.”

“Are you asking me to suck your dick, or eat your ass, sir?”

There was something else behind Mooch’s tone now, something that wasn’t always this obvious: eagerness. It had been noticeable before, but it was so strong now that Humphrey could practically smell it. It burned just a little bit, like a whiff of Garth’s musk, and it set his nostrils on fire and made his head feel light. Mooch had never smelled this good before.

And Humphrey couldn’t get enough of it. So he gave the bigger Omega what he wanted, flipping unceremoniously over onto his back and letting his tail lie flat against the forest floor, both of his most prized assets on perfect display as he drew all four legs inward, smirking the hottest and most seductive grin he could muster. He had to admit, he was pretty proud of this particular one too. He might have been a little bit tired, but no slight amount of missing stamina was going to stop Jasper’s sexiest Omega from giving it his all.

“Take your pick.” He said smoothly, his sky-blue eyes glimmering in the light overhead as his shaft gave a mighty flex, and his elusive tailhole managed its own winking throb. He wasn’t used to it, but he was getting there faster than he expected. “Just make it quick, pup. When the moose over there wakes up, I want him to see you bouncing on my dick.”
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