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Ambush

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The wolf defiantly snarled at the last three wolfos standing in front of him, exhausted but unwilling to surrender. He lost track of how long he had been out here and how many of them had come after him. As he struggled to balance his battered body, he began to doubt he could last much longer. His legs had given out on him several times and his vision was blurring.

In contrast, his remaining foes seemed as eager as ever. Link envied their ability to move through the snow uninhibited, as if they were made of it. They bounded around him with an unparalleled grace, pouncing swiftly and simultaneously. He had been strong enough to deflect and counter most of them, but they were persistent, eventually forcing him to endure several blows. The worst part was that he was on his own after a surprise attack knocked Midna off him, sending her down the nearby cliff.

Link's legs gave out again, and he barely managed to recover in time. One more collapse and was done for. He backed away as the pair closed in, growing ever more unsteady. Why were they so tenacious? They should have long since gone after something easier to get. He snarled again, though it was considerably lower in spirit compared to their own excited barks.

Wait... Two...? Too late he realized he had lost track of the third one. He bumped against something that was decidedly neither snow nor rock, but before Link could react, he was quickly smashed into the unforgiving snow. A large, fuzzy body pinned him down. He strained to remove the weight lying on him, but with most of his stamina having faded during the battle he couldn't muster up the effort to shove it off. As if to taunt him and his squirming, his captor rested its paws and head on his own, pressing him further into the snow.

Link shivered from both the cold and fear slowly building within him. The lupine could only pant in exhaustion as he gazed at the other two wolfos standing triumphantly over him, thoroughly pleased by this result. Given their immunity to the cold, he briefly wondered if they were going to make him freeze to death or tear out his throat in an ironic twist. Were they a vengeful sort?

Link continued to futilely strain against the weight on his back, refusing to surrender despite his battered body's protest, but the wolfos was just as resistant to him. It seemed to be talking with its packmates, casually ignoring him for the most part. Agonizing seconds passed as the reality of the situation dawned on him, and he began to despair. This was where things were going to end, wasn't it? Everyone who depended on him won't be able to smile again... all his efforts to resolve things were going to be undone... He would have let out a mournful howl, but settled for defiant growls, too tired to do much else. They were idly chatting with each other, likely deciding how he was going to be divided among them.

"You think he can?" In that brief moment he stopped struggling, partly to catch his breath, but also out of immense surprise. He hadn't expected to hear any voices on the snow-covered mountain other than those of himself, Midna, and the wind that seemed to pierce through his thick fur. Link couldn't have imagined the other voice, could he?

He felt a rumble from the body lying atop his prone form and guessed his captor was the source. This also meant his captor was that larger wolfos he had seen earlier that managed to blindside him. It had to be the leader of them as well and was likely the one behind the whole thing. "He is strong. Luck favored us today."

Link couldn't believe it, but they really were talking with each other! All of the monsters he had fought up to this point demonstrated nothing beyond the usual savagery -- nothing he would lose any sleep over. What shocked him even more was the fact he was able to understand most of what they were saying, as if they were actually speaking Hylian, though this may have been due to his current form. He had thought of them as nothing more than monsters standing in his way for no reason like all of the others, given their relentless pursuit, but this changed and explained everything. Their persistence, their tactics... It was clear to him that these wolfos weren't ordinary predators, or they would have given up a while ago.

Suddenly the weight on him moved away. With a quick huff, Link immediately sprang up, only to promptly fall back down when he collided with the wolfos's belly. He tried to stand up, only to find that he could only move his back legs. That wasn't enough to get a good enough grip on the powdery, icy terrain, and the ground was too solid to make tunneling away an option.

Angrily, the hero jerked his head upwards and opened his mouth, ready to make his frustration known to the very heavens. What little energy he managed to muster up vanished in an instant when his eyes stopped upon the wolfos's tail dangling calmly in front of him. Before he could catch himself, the wolf's gaze trailed upward, and he spotted two hanging lumps. An icy blue tip barely poked out of his sheath, mirroring his own red tip. Link continued to stare at the equipment in shock, unable to believe he had actually gotten this close to another male.

All of a sudden, the wolfos pressed him into the snow again, and he felt a bit more pressure on his head. He moved forward, getting more comfortable, and the wolf's vision was filled with the sight of the wolfos's snowy orbs, leaving him unable to see much else. He gasped and immediately began feeling lightheaded from the musk. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the leader of the pack.

Link was very indignant about this treatment, disgusted even. He tried to shake him off, but the rump on his head refused to budge. The pack leader dared to treat him like a cushion. He felt him shift ever so slightly, wiping his strengthening scent all over his head and marking him as his property. Was this what all that effort was for? A chance to humiliate and claim him?

Why is he doing this? If hearing their little chat hadn't already convinced the wolf they weren't ordinary monsters, this strange behavior made that all but apparent. From a predatory standpoint this made no sense. The pack was probably toying with him before going in for the kill, much like a cat would a mouse, but why? It pained him to admit it, but he was beaten, nothing more than a prey item for them... so wh--

He stiffened as two paws wrapped around his lower half and pulled his legs to the side. The wolf growled in annoyance when he felt his own, traitorous length start to come out from the contact and the leader's scent. He shuddered as the wolfos moved slightly, dragging his balls across the wolf's face. Although he couldn't see what was going on, he had a good feeling as to where they were going to start. He attempted to force himself down, but his tired and battered body remained stubborn this time.

Darn it! Now's not a good time for this! His tail was moved to the side, and he felt hot air over his exposed rear. The wolf stiffened again when he felt something squishy and smooth go over his length, probably a tongue. He felt precum leak out of his length, but as good as it felt, it only served to remind him of his fate.

Why did I have to be so sensitive? Suddenly, there were two more tongues on Link, and this time they mercilessly attacked his tailhole. His dick was enveloped by warmth, and he realized it was in one of their mouths. He strained to suppress the pleasure that quickly eroded his focus. Being handled like this was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it would have been even better if this wasn't simply cruel fate at work. The wolf's tongue hung out of his mouth, lapping at the leader's scent and the powdered snow.

He struggled to stay conscious, but with each lick he felt his world grow darker. He didn't care about the cold air slowly eating away at him anymore. Link had gone through many foes and odd experiences throughout his adventure, but this had to be the strangest, most incredible treatment he had ever received, and probably his last. The more those tongues lapped at his shaft, the weaker his urge to break away grew. Years of pent-up, potent, and unused seed were leaking out of him as they played with him, himself unable or even willing to do anything to stop it. All that mattered now was that sweet release the skilled wolfos were working him towards.

The wolf fell slack, surrendering to their whims without any more fuss. Link was fully aware of how demeaning, disturbing, and downright disgusting the whole carnal act was... and yet the feeling it left him with was heavenly. He drooled as they sucked and ate him out, bringing him untold amounts of pleasure. He tried to move in time with their skilled mouths for a brief while, but the wolf soon gave up on that, content to simply stare into the heavens.

The two tongues suddenly pressed against one particularly acute point, and his eyes rolled back. He shut his eyes, and with an almost pained groan the wolf blasted into the mouth of the wolfos below him. In an instant he felt cold air, and subsequently snow, again, but paid it no heed as his balls were emptied. The last of his remaining energy spent, the hero fell into blissful sleep.

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Wearily, Link opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by darkness on all sides. He struggled to stand, his inactive legs refusing to budge at first. He fought off the pins-and-needles that buzzed through his body, willing them away as best as he could. Slowly, the darkness yielded, and he found himself in a rocky, dim-lit area. He flicked his left arm and found that it was still covered in fur. He was still a wolf...

_What happened to me? Am I dead? _In an instant his thoughts turned to the outcome of his failure. The invasive twilight had been purged from Hyrule after much effort, but the source of it hadn't been dealt with yet, and it would be only a matter of time before everyone was in danger again. Ilia's memory still hadn't recovered, and with him gone the poor girl was never going to be herself again...

A sharp bark broke through his inner lament. He turned to face the source and gasped when he saw what could only be a spirit resembling a large wolf. It bore brilliant white fur and red eyes that seemed to bore deep into him. Either he was seeing a ghost as he did earlier with the Zoras' queen and the poes... or he really was dead. Not wanting to entertain that second possibility, he directed his gaze elsewhere and saw he was in a cave. The air was cold, but breathable, and it barely penetrated his fur. There were a few familiar scents, but as to what they belonged to, the wolf was unsure. By the entrance he could make out what appeared to be a vast, white wall. Link could barely hear the unrelenting wind through it.

"Finally, you are awake again." He jolted again when he felt something firm on his back. He faced the red-eyed wolf, who responded with a friendly lick to his muzzle. At that moment, his awareness kicked in fully, and his mental fog vanished. He wasn't dead... at least not yet, but right now he found himself wishing he was. This was not a spirit, but a wolfos, one that stood over him at that. The memories of what that pack of wolfos did to him mercilessly forced their way to the front of his mind. Mortified over how he had been manipulated, Link lied down and covered his head._ _Of course they didn't kill me yet. That would have been all too simple. Even if the weather was no longer an issue, he still felt an inner chill when he recalled how relentlessly they pursued him until he couldn't fight anymore. He couldn't even take pride in the fact that it took what amounted to an army to bring him down.

With a shudder and a twitch of his nose, Link identified the wolfos in front of him. This was the same exact one who had pinned him down earlier. Further incensed that he recognized his heady scent, he noticed they were the only ones in the cave. The wolf stood to his full height and stretched. He cast a baleful glare at the wolfos, whose smile seemed to falter briefly. Link took a step forward, but paused, realizing what he had been about to do. Never one to let his feelings get the best of him without a fight, he reluctantly considered everything that happened so far. His anger diminished into mild irritation as he sat back down.

I'm still alive and in one piece... and this sure beats being out there... The den was significantly warmer than the blizzard that raged outside, especially with that snow wall keeping the gale from getting in. It was humiliating being toyed with like that was, he couldn't deny that it felt... amazing. He quivered as he unconsciously recalled the sensation of those expert tongues. How could he have not known how sensitive he was? Midna was the only one who petted him, but as nice as she felt, he only thought of her as a dear friend. If there was anything he learned in the past couple of hours, it was that this wolfos and his pack had something in mind... but what it was eluded him.

"Why am I still alive?" Link paced around the den, stumbling a little. The feeling of those tongues all over and in his rear was difficult to ignore. He could have been killed after that session, but they didn't, and now that he wasn't up against an army or fighting on ice, that certainly wouldn't be happening. With a huff, the wolf returned to the leader. He was still wary, but was now more interested in finding out what was going on.

"Tell me," he demanded. "What was that all about?" The wolfos pointed a paw behind him. Link warily turned around and found a large pile of assorted clothes, likely left behind by former explorers or scavenged from the soldier outpost. He was about to dismiss it as nothing special, but then he caught a whiff of another familiar scent, one that set his heart racing.

"Midna?" Immediately he ran toward the pile and tugged it apart, finding her tucked underneath them to his immense surprise and relief. He nudged the comfortably sleeping imp, and was weakly shoved away in response. She shivered occasionally, but was otherwise in good shape. Link gave her one last nudge and was glad when she mumbled something in her sleep. He tugged the cloths back over her and stepped away. Many more questions entered his mind. Now he was all too sure there was a reason for all this. Food was clearly not on their minds, and they could have left him to freeze after "weakening" him, but did not. They went to the trouble of bringing both of them to their den, but why?

"Why do all this?" he asked again, speaking with a softer tone than before. "You attacked us, but for what purpose? What do you want from us?" The leader didn't answer his questions right away, instead opting to look at the white wall. The wolf followed his gaze and shivered at the storm outside, which from the sound of things had gotten worse. He was in no hurry to get back out there, despite his quest.

"Stay a while," he finally heard the leader say. "You must rest." There was no gruffness to the voice, no harshness, nothing that indicated he was a serious threat... He spoke with a gentle, tender tone, not the kind one would expect from whoever was in charge. Staying with the wolfos pack was one heck of an idea, especially since he knew next to nothing about them. Needless to say, Link sensed there was a catch.

"I can tell that's not all you want me to do. You got us out of the storm for more than just rest," he stated. "Out with it."

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The wolfos pack had only won the otherwise one-sided battle through attrition, with most of them paying with their lives. When they had captured him, he expected he was going to pay for striking down most of their number, being leery of their surprisingly hospitable nature.

Link had expected to actually be right about that, though when he arrived in the deeper parts of the den, he found he was not in the way he thought. Lying before him in the inner part of the den were a pair of wolfos, both of them panting heavily and licking each other. A spicy, strong scent assaulted his nostrils, and his vision blurred briefly. They seemed to be in a lot of pain, though upon noticing him, they stood up without issue. He looked uncertainly at the wolfos leader, who simply nodded.

Heat. A strong one, at that... The wolf sighed and reminded himself that this was only being done out of obligation. Most of them had been corrupted by an evil power, no doubt the kind Zant had, and this pack was likely all that was left. He stepped forward uneasily, not sure how to feel about helping them restore their numbers. This wasn't exactly how he expected his first time to be, though he supposed he shouldn't complain. Link was glad Midna was lost in her deep sleep and that he was far from her. If she had known what had happened to him or what he was about to do... He shook his head.

_No way. She doesn't need to know. No one else needs to know. _

"Now then..." He could have sworn he heard the leader laugh, but couldn't think much on the thought as the two females advanced upon him. Out of reflex, the wolf shut his eyes and dared not move as they first lapped at his muzzle and worked their way down. He gasped when he felt a tongue on his length again, coaxing it out of its sheath. His eyes shot open when he felt a second tongue caress his balls again before moving on to his back door, and what little resistance he put up vanished. The wolf's tail wagged, making his silent approval all the more apparent. Looking down, he saw that one of them was directly underneath him, her blue snatch unguarded and beckoning. Resisting the urge to collapse, he instead stared at it for a moment before giving it a hesitant lick. Frigid, water-like juices rushed out to greet him, and the wolfos briefly stopped to groan out her pleasure.

Suddenly, Link felt a weight on his back, only barely managing to avoid falling. He tried to get away, but froze when his cock was enveloped in warmth. He looked back and saw, to his utter shock, that their leader was the one on him, his own tool pressed against his slicked and prepped wolf rump.

"W-wait!" Link shivered when he watched the other two head off to the sidelines, eyes alight with bemusement as their leader secured himself. Before he could get another word out, the male found his mark and sank all the way in, making the wolf cry out in pain. "A-a-at least warn me... darn it! Easy!"

With the wind taken out of him, and left with no other option, he hiked up his hackles and relaxed as much as he could. The wolfos eagerly slammed into his cavity away with not a moment's rest, heedless of the wolf's pained groans. Fortunately, the cold air worked to minimize the pain as quickly as it came, making it a dull ache before finally feeling only the rocking of his body. The pack leader stopped and wrapped his paws around him, leaning down to lick him.

"Sorry..." Link winced, feeling as though his insides were ablaze. "I needed to do... do this first..."

"Ugh... Just... go s-slower... please..." Link supported his weight as best as he could as the wolfos resumed drilling into him, albeit going at an easier pace this time. It felt so strange having another male's cock in him and moving with it, and the sound of their balls bumping against each other wasn't helping matters much. Despite the awkwardness and pain of it all, he couldn't hide the strange excitement bubbling within him. Feeling curious, he pushed back as the wolfos thrusted forward, gasping when his cock bumped against something familiar. In an instant, his pain was banished completely, with an intense surge of pleasure taking its place.

"A-amazing..." The cave was filled with the sound of simultaneous panting as the canines continued. The wolfos nipped at his neck, making Link howl and reveal another pleasure spot. His own tool dripped cum onto the floor, and he struggled to stay sane as, with one last push, the wolfos hilted inside. His knot swelled, stretching him and pressing further against that same spot. Uncontrolled disgust came over him again when the wolfos pumped him full of his cold seed, painting his cavity white.

He couldn't think much on that when he finally shot his own load, splattering the floor in several bursts. The wolfos rested on Link, who in turn collapsed onto the messy floor, bringing him down as well. He held onto him like a lover, giving gentle licks and growling softly into his ears. As usual, Link suspected there was another mystery. There was nothing ordinary about this, at all.

"Tell me..." he panted. "This... there's more to it..." The wolfos leader continued to pump as much as the tie would allow. Link groaned as the knot bumped against his pleasure spot, and he felt the urge to fall asleep, fighting it off through sheer willpower. "What did you do?"

"Sorry," he apologized again. He took deep breaths and stood up, then turned around, pressing their rears together. "Without my, ah, help, it would not be possible for you to help us."

"I... see. I think." This encounter was getting stranger by the minute. "I... don't feel as cold anymore. Did that also come from getting your essence in me?" He received a not-so-subtle grunt in return. Without much fanfare, the leader tugged, eventually freeing himself from the wolf.

"You have the makings of a fine leader," he said. "You would make an ideal leader, far better than I ever could." Link felt immensely flattered by the compliment. He also couldn't help but feel guilty since he was partially at fault for their near-extinction, even if he was only defending himself. Suddenly the wolfos collapsed, and he hurried to his side.

"Still tired?" he asked as he inspected him. Wearily, the leader opened one red eye.

"You need not fear the storm anymore. You and your friend may travel these lands with no trouble from us. When you finish your mission, please return and help us." With that, the wolfos closed his eye, falling into a deep sleep. Link, on the other hand, felt renewed, ready for more. He stretched, slightly uneasy from the intense session, but with a quick shake his head was clear again. The air actually felt energizing instead of draining, and he quickly realized what the leader meant. Excitement coursed through him as he readied himself for his new task. The storm wasn't clearing up any time soon, and this was a far better plan than simply waiting it out.

"Well then, shall we begin?"