Part 3




        It had been about twenty minutes since the pack of wolves entered the house. Jimmy was still in the kitchen contemplating what to do. He wanted to take a shower and wash all of the muck from his fur, but to do that he would have to walk past the dozen werewolves that were now lounging in his living room. 
        He decided he would risk it. If he walked quickly he could make it to the stairs in a few seconds. Besides, these wolves couldn’t be any nastier than Doug or Mason, could they? 
        Jimmy started walking towards the living room doorway, his filled pants making wet squishing noises with every step. The living room was set up like any other party. Drinks and snacks on the coffee table, music playing in the background. The only difference was everywhere you looked you could find a werewolf farting, pissing, shitting or any combination of the three. 
        One wolf was dragging his ass along the carpet, farting into the fabric as he went. Another was wiping his sweaty armpits all over the curtains. Jimmy ran over to him and tapped him on his back. 
“Excuse me sir... can you not do that please?” The fox knew right away that he made a big mistake. The wolf had more muscles than even Mason and the stench coming from his body smelled rancid. The wolf slowly turned to face the much smaller boy. 
“And what the fuck are you gonna do if I don’t.” The wolf, now angry, grabbed Jimmy by the waist and brought him to his face. He opened his maw, showing his sharp yellow teeth. Jimmy wrinkled his nose at the wolf’s rank breath. The boy tried to apologize as best he could. 
“No, no wait… I’m sorry you can do as you like!” The wolf smirked. 
“You’re fuckin right I can!” He pulled the fox in closer and belched so hard that it blew the fur on Jimmy’s face back. The smell was horrible and made his eyes water but was nothing compared to what happened next. The werewolf grabbed the boy’s head and shoved it in his warm wet armpit, sliding it up and down.  
“That’s what you get for being a little shit! Mmm doesn’t it smell great, I haven’t bathed in fuckin months! Breathe it all in bitch.” The pit was covered in a thick layer of sweat and gunk that stank like fermented gym socks. Jimmy struggled as best as he could but there was no point.  The wolf dropped the fox to the floor after a few minutes and walked away, moving on to some other dirty activity. Jimmy landed on his butt, which of course mushed the poop even more and splattering some to the floor. ‘I really need a shower now’ Jimmy thought as he wiped his hand across his pit soaked face. 
Just as Jimmy stood up the doorbell ring. Jimmy looked out the window and saw a dominos car in the driveway, ‘they must of ordered pizza’. Mason was the one to answer the door. The delivery guy was a younger leopard, maybe 16, and was smiling as he held five large boxes of pizza. The smile soon faded when he saw all of the werewolves and smelled the gross air. Mason took the boxes from him. 
“Fuck yeah! Pizza’s here everyone!” All the werewolves in the room howled with excitement. The delivery guy seemed much less enthusiastic though. 
“That’ll be 60.32 sir…” Mason stared at him blankly as he set the boxes down on an end table next to the door. 
“We won’t be paying for that” Mason’s voice was stern, but it seemed to have little impact on the leopard. 
“Sir you have to pa--” Mason cut the boy off by grabbing him by the throat and throwing him inside the house. He landed ass up in front of the sofa. Mason and a group of 4 other wolves gather around the boy in a circle, all unzipping their pants and aiming their dicks at him. Mason snickered evilly. 
“Let’s show this bitch how we do things around here!” In unison the five wolves started pissing on the leopard, five dark yellow streams soaking him and his uniform. Jimmy couldn’t help but stare at the scene, which he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it a little. Fighting his urge to keep watching the piss dripping boy, Jimmy looked to the left at the stairs. ’Now would be a perfect time to go up and shower while everyone’s distracted’. Jimmy ran awkwardly to and up the stairs, poop still dripping from under him. The fox reached the bathroom door at the end of the hallway. When he opened the door, he was bombarded by the smell of rotten eggs and manure. Sitting in the tub were two kid wolves, probably a few years younger than him, taking turns farting, each time sending up hundreds of gassy bubbles to the surface of the water. They both were giggling at all the stink they were creating. Jimmy started gagging at the intense smell trapped in the very small bathroom. The wolves both turned to him surprised. The smaller one on the left gave him a big smile. 
“Oh hey, do you wanna join us? It’s super super fun… watch!” The boy laid his back against the wall and put his legs in the air, sticking his bare butt out. He grunted and pushed out a seven second fart that filled the tub with bubbles. Jimmy could help but grin at how cute they were. The wolf on the right who was bit chubbier than his friend applauded the stinky fart. 
“Me next, me next!” The boy sat straight up in the tub and grunted very hard. A deep and muffled BLLLLOOORT was heard followed by a large brown cloud of diarrhea, making the tub water even nastier. The wolf put a paw over his mouth. 
“Oopsie!” The two kids laughed like crazy. Jimmy even giggled at the filthy display, but was disappointed he wouldn’t be taking a shower anytime soon. The fox sighed and went out of the bathroom and up to his bedroom door. ‘If I can’t shower then I can at least change my clothes’. He opened the door and once again gagged on the stench, ‘this is gettiing fricken old!’. His room was covered top to bottom with piss. ‘Mason must of done this when he checked up stairs’. Jimmy ran over to his dresser, the pissy carpet making a loud SQUELCH with every step. Jimmy almost cried when he found all of his clothes ruined by the werewolf’s urine. But he thought that being in piss covered clothes was better than his current situation. He discarded his soiled clothes to the floor and slipped on new underwear, shorts, and tee shirt. The wet material was difficult to pull up his body and smelled horrible, but Jimmy had to get used to constant stink anyway if he was going to live here. 
Back downstairs, Doug and Mason were sitting on the couch discussing their new roles in the pack. Doug looked at his partner full of eagerness. 
“So when is our first mission? Is it in the city? When are we going!” Mason smacked him across the head. 
“Calm the fuck down. We have one tomorrow at noon. It’s at the Furville mall in the eastern city. Our job is to make it as filthy as possible and see if we can get any recruits to join. He said I could lead a team of five wolves--”
“One of those wolves is me right!” Mason smirked. 
“Yes fuckface, we’ll definitely need your nasty ass for the job “ They both laugh. “Seriously though we should go to sleep soon so we’ll be ready for tomorrow… and you should make sure you drink a fuck ton of milk.” Doug smiled mischievously. 
“Fuck yeah, I can’t wait!” This summer’s gonna be the fuckin best!”




To be continued.