Breeder of the Pack - Part 2

Story by Espereon on SoFurry

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#2 of Breeder of the Pack

Wow, this took longer than I meant for it to. And it's shorter than the first part. D:

The good news is, I was going to make this three parts, but now it's going to be five. The bad news... I still don't know how long those will take me, but hopefully I can get this finished in a timely manner. Anyway, I think it's time Dawn gets to spend a little quality time with the most... authoritative of the three Mightyena. Learn what her role will be and such. Should be fun, right? Or maybe she's in way over her head after all...


The evening following the four's sexual escapade was nothing short of a revelation for the canines. They had naturally postulated what with Dawn's shapely form and particular brand of eagerness that she would make for an excellent female to be bred. They had a pack to form and create, after all. A strong female with good genetics was required. What they didn't expect was for her to manage quite so easily. As was the case with any breed of Pokemon - especially a set that seemed to enjoy each other so much - gestation was an almost nonexistent process. The following evening, Dawn had propped herself up against the wall of the den, and the three males knew what was to come. Cass took his place beside her, nipping gently at her ear and neck in an effort to quell the pains and aches that were to come. Fang stood merely at an off angle, watching the "ordeal" as Wulf stood in front of her.

But there was almost no struggle. No whines or whimpers of discomfort came from the female. Nothing more than a series of increasingly long and heavy breaths, and in a matter of minutes, the egg was there. Wulf took it into the warmth of his fur for a moment, but joined his comrades in shock as their newfound female simply stood herself up with a yawn, kicked her hind paws back and shook out the kinks in her fur.

"Well, that was a work-out~" she quipped in her usual sing-song voice, much to their absolute and collective astonishment. "I definitely need a bath after that one, if ya boys don't mind."

Their utter disbelief as they exchanged glances with one another amounted to little more than a nod from Wulf and Wulf alone, the other two simply staring on with mouths slightly agape. And so she merely took a moment to hunch down, applying a little affection to the egg she had just bore with a nuzzle, before giving the same to the dog keeping it close. All this before she strode on past, not a spring in her step lost as her hips swayed teasingly and invitingly.

"If any of ya wanna join me, don't be a stranger!" she called out from the mouth of the cave, before disappearing entirely.

Once again, the three males answered only with silence.

The conversation that took place between them following all of this was hushed, a bit frenzied, but mostly excited. Whatever they said, however, was not for her to know. Nor for her to care all too much. Not yet, anyway. She had a river to re-visit. The very one she had been pulled from not a couple of days before, having nearly drowned. There was still a tinge of daylight out to light her way, the sky still displaying faintly the color orange as the sun fell behind the distant mountains. Of course, it wasn't like she needed any sunlight, but it was enjoyable while it lasted.

The running water was naturally incredibly cool, as she waded into water that rose no higher than a few inches up her legs. Of course, slipping wasn't a concern, as the current here was rather steady, she simply wanted to soak and freshen up a bit. For what it's worth, and as little as she had put off, laying the egg was taxing. Perhaps not to her as much as most females, but it had its effects. Effects she did an incredibly good job of hiding to her newfound mates. Now was the time to think, as she had been nothing short of swarmed by them for the last twenty four hours. Not to say she didn't enjoy their presence and attention. On the contrary, having three males - well, Fang wasn't as proactive as Cass and Wulf - providing comfort and affection and food and drink on the regular left her feeling rather spoiled that day.

Always she was cuddled up next to one companion, the other in a frantic search to make her more comfortable, or provide in other ways, while Fang took post outside the den. It was nice for now, but in time she knew it would be a bit much. Some boundaries had to be set.

That was a conversation for later, however. For the time being she simply needed to process, on her own, what was to come, as there remained so many uncertainties. How permanent was their arrangement, for one? Were they expecting her to provide them with pups for as long as she was physically able? And for that matter, what was to happen to her should she ever stop? Trust was still in development, of course, but there was still plenty of time. A typical arrangement in a pack involved multiple females at the beck and call of a singular male. She was playing the opposite side of the role, and though Wulf had made it exceptionally clear to all of them that whatever was to happen began and ended with her... she had to keep the boys happy too, right?

A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through her head, yet on the outside she simply curled inward, nipping at her own fur in an effort to properly groom herself. Each hair neatly streaked back and padded down, her considerably smaller mane soft and fluffed up properly. Everything was in order to make her inviting, rather than jarring, like a typical Jolteon. And this was an image she took great pride and care in maintaining. The effort was always worth the reward, after all.

At least, it certainly was now. What a situation she had gotten herself into. Mother would be infuriated if she could see... But ah, it didn't matter. This was her decision more than anyone else's. And she would commit to it as long as she was able.

And so she simply sat and soaked as the light of the sun dissipated above, the once orange glow having faded into purple, and then a dark and pure blue, ever so steadily dotted with stars, the trickle of the river masking all the sounds in the world for but a moment, leaving her to continue to ponder.

That is, until the sound of a single, commanding and gruff bark caught her attention, and she sat up in a hurry. The sight before her was little more than a vague silhouette, tall and confident in its stance. She knew right away who this belonged to based solely on the way he stood.

"...So, how's the egg?" she asked first, before standing to shake the water off of her paws.

"Healthy." he returned, his voice low and husky as ever, on top of his so very matter-of-fact way of speaking.

"You left it with the others?"

"The father wished to watch over it tonight. And he was hoping you would join him."

"Oh, I'll come around, I promise~" "Don't worry about it. I told him you would be in late tonight anyway."

"Oh yeah? Why's that, Wulfy?"

He paused. Cute. She had already given him a nickname.

"Because... we need to talk."

Now it was her turn to pause. Not necessarily taken aback, nor at a loss of words, but rather due to a shift in demeanor. One of curiosity.

"...Talk about what, huh?"

He didn't answer at first. Rather, he approached, the moonlight catching him in its gaze, revealing the alpha brand to her, looking as sharp as ever. It was clear he cared about his appearance every bit as much as she did. Every patch of fur was groomed and set in place as neatly as the male could muster, looking clean and kempt - especially for a wild Mightyena - something she took notice of just about every time she looked at him. Wulf was the most outright handsome, there was no question about that.

"About everything, Dawn." he finally spoke upon reaching her, adding another affectionate nip on the end of her ear once finished.

"Everything, huh? I mean... I have a lot of questions, Wulfy. Are ya sure you can handle 'em all?"

The dog simply chuckled. "I'll do my best."

She was snappy with the first question. "Gimme alllll the details on our deal, Wulf. How many times are we gonna do this? How many... how many eggs do ya expect me to have?"

He barked again, but it wasn't loud or disruptive, rather... low and subdued. Almost as if he had choked on his own words. "Well it's... complicated."

"It doesn't gotta be~" she hit back with a tinge of sass, but moreso with the sole intent of being blunt.

This time he heaved a sigh, but spoke with little further delay. "Everyone has a different idea of... how many makes a pack. I told you before. We want to make a pack with you, Dawn."

"'We're gonna breed it outta ya'~" she chimed back with a sultry tone, both teasing him and correcting him in a way.

"...That's right. We figured at first, maybe just a few. Three... maybe four eggs. But... after the way you handled yourself; you've clearly done this before." his voice had lowered even more, once again on the edge of a growl.

"I've had my share of eggs, yeah." she added, almost entirely unfazed. "...with that in mind." the big dog paused, the quietest of grumbles in his throat as he scanned her up and down. "I think I have a good idea of just how many will be enough."

"Do tell~" A little flirt from her once again.

"...Come with me." and with a gesture to follow he turned away.

She was quick to pad behind him and out onto the bank, only briefly pausing as she gave each paw a series of shakes to dispose of the water that lingered on. But they did not stop there, the brush continuing off into the trees as they seemed to deliberately lose their way into the foliage. At least, from what she could tell. They were only treading deeper. Where on earth were they going that would somehow pose a better answer to her question?

Nevertheless, the brush began to thicken, and the tree canopy dimmed the moon and starlight above. The forest they had found themselves in was densely packed, the ground covered in seemingly nothing but pine needles. The air was rich with humidity, and even the ground felt damp beneath their paws. It was here in this muggy environment that the Yena finally came to a stop, the female pausing just a few feet behind him.

"You know," he began, his tone not having missed a beat from several minutes before at the river, still low and gruffer than usual. "The moment I saw you I knew that I wanted to have you all to myself, Dawn."

"I mean, ya have me right now, big guy~" She added during his brief pause.

To her surprise, he turned, immediately approaching her once again, and without a moment of idle thought or hesitation he nipped - ever so gently at her ear. Soothing, delicate and loving. A shiver trailed down her spine. All of this before he spoke again, in a hushed whisper.

"No. I meant... as my mate. And mine alone..." his muzzle dipped down, and with a bit of a hunch, his eyes fixated on her, he began to make a slow circle, padding around where she stood. "If you were mine... I would pleasure you every night. I would make you moan my name, howl it to the moon..."

His words, not just the contents therein, but the way he spoke them had her shaking. Trembling. He hadn't even made a half circle around her and she was already beginning to feel a small sense of heat. "I would give you a pup to bear every season. I would provide you and our young with three meals a day. I would give you a home. A place from which you could watch the whole world move..."

By now he was around to her other side, deliberately brushing his own fur against hers, so close she could feel his breath between each sentence tickling the ends of every hair on her being.

"But I don't get my way." he huffed, just inches from her ear, standing over her now with his muzzle poised. "The pack... is my duty. And you, Dawn. You are mated to all of us now. Not just me."

"W-what's...?" she paused, noticing the trembling in her own voice. His words had done a number. So much was on her mind. What if it really was just the two of them? Devoted entirely to him for the remainder of her life... He seemed so strong and capable, surely he would make for the best long-term companion. Surely he would give her the most well-bred and fit pups. Not days before this, such things would have never crossed her mind. But now it was all she could think about, with her newfound mate so close, breathing down her neck quite literally.

"...What's stopping you from taking me away right now, huh?" she finally managed to ask. "Doing everything you just said..." It was a tease, but the smallest part of her wondered if maybe he would act on it.

"Because as beautiful as you are, Dawn. It's them that I owe everything to."

"Well, obviously there's more to that, Wulfy~" she tried to coax more answers out of him, but the big dog was having none of it. His muzzle dipped down gently nipping at her neck- no. He was taking hold. His teeth pricking her as he threw his legs to the other side of hers, standing entirely above her. For a moment she felt it sting, his bite on her nape caused her head to instinctively bow, quivering beneath him with a primal sort of fear, even though every part of her meant to remind just how many males had taken her this way before.

But that intimidation she felt, that raw sense of fear was something that only served to excite her more. To want to feel him around her, the warmth of his fur all across her back; to her side. His fores reached back, at the very same time relinquishing his hold on her neck, and they trailed along her underside. His powerful thighs pinned her in place from behind, and his stance remained firm. There was no moving where he had her now.

She could feel his paws slide, slowly and carefully, feeling around beneath her. Until at the same time they found their mark, brushing across her teats.

"Two..." he growled just as his paws found the first pair.

"Four..." his pads flicked past her nubs as still she shook in his hold.

"Six..." she could feel his excitement growing as he trailed his way down her underside, his position growing a little more awkward as he reached back.

"Eight..." his growl had become almost a snarl, the big dog's length had begun to poke now at her behind, having already closed the incredibly small cap between his crotch and her behind in this strange position he had her.

"...Ten." his paws stopped here, and the Yena chuckled, making the lightest of circles around her final set of teats.

"Dawn... You are just full of surprises." his hardening length continued to extend up the curvature of her behind. There was no stimulation on his part except the sheer notion of what he felt beneath this female, when all she could do was shudder, shiver and shake.

"I would expect five pairs on a female Houndoom... or Arcanine. Something larger and much more... capable. But you... It seems you are as fertile as they come..." his rumbling could be felt on her back, the sound of it just behind her ear once again. He had re-adjusted himself, a traditional mounting as he wrapped his paws around the much smaller female beneath him, his hinds powerful and firm behind the both of them.

"So to answer your question..." he spoke in but a whisper again, his mouth curled into a grin as he kept the female beneath him pinned. "Ten eggs, miss Dawn... You will nurse ten pups until they are old enough to learn from us... and then the deal is done."

Ten. The number echoed in her mind, not as some daunting and unattainable task, but as a limit. This was how much she would give to these males in exchange for their protection and food. One full litter with her three mates that she would have to bear and nurse. The thought swirled through her head even as she felt his tool grind against her. She thought about the time that would take - how many months or even years she would be giving to these three males and all these pups. A portion of her life where this was her goal. And all to fulfill a deal. All for a few moments of hot... fuck, that felt good.

His cock teasing her entrance, as it rubbed up against her quivering lips she could only think about that now. He was so huge, and she had felt it too, not two nights ago having him lodged in her ass oh how she felt it. She wondered now how good it would feel in her pussy. Her sensitive and softer hole already twitching with need and desire after so many minutes of hot musk emanating from the male. He rubbed against her, used her body to make himself hard. For a brief moment there she wondered if the heat her body felt had begun to make her sweat, a single and solitary bead running down her backside, trickling over her lips, and settling on her sensitive nub where it merely collected. Lingering there.

She shivered at the feeling, all a the very same time it hit her. That bead hadn't come from her. And that had her thinking only the dirtiest of things. All this time, it had felt like minutes had passed with him slowly grinding against her, teasing her with the very idea of pushing his canine penis into her needy vulva. And all she could do was pant, possibly whine - she wasn't quite sure, off in her own little world as she was - and take notice of that small drop of precum trailing across her crotch. Maybe if she said something he would put her out of her misery. If it really was misery. Maybe she was enjoying it, after all, simply being pinned this way by a strong and capable male, merely the appearance of being the bitch in his hold turning her on. But she wanted to feel something more. Her body ached for it.

"W-wulfy, could you just-"

First came the grunt, second came the shrill squeal of pleasure, the rugged sound of claws scraping at and chipping the earth below, digging up clumps of dirt as the Jolteon found herself split open at the mercy of the Mightyena above her, who in turn gave an almost victorious snarl. It was so sudden, her vision blurred, and almost all sensation was lost for but a moment. It was as if every single nerve in her body had its attention directed to the stimulation coming from that spot - that spot where he had buried himself several inches in, leaving her quivering, her legs nearly giving out.

But this moment was so brief, as he took not a second to draw back, diverting the attention right back to her crotch, and only there as his fleshy meat stimulated every square inch of her insides, as the pressure of his thick and bulbous knot pressed against her clit was so suddenly withdrawn. For the moment she felt so empty, like as though she had been starved for days, and just as she was about to take a bite, the food vanished into thin air, leaving her dry and hungry.

It wasn't any sort of actual desperation, of course, but the mind games he played with her, teasing her so viciously as his throbbing red cock hung merely an inch from her vulva, twitching with such a violent need to penetrate her again.

But his will was strong, strong enough to hold himself back until she was willing to ask of it herself. Though she was short of breath, a bit scattered.

"Wulfy I... I need you inside me, big guy..." she panted, still entirely immobile in his hold.

"More." he grunted, his muzzle mere inches from her ear.

"More..? What do you mean- I..." she fought to collect herself. "I need your cock, Wulf~ I need you to take me. Make m-me squeal~"

"MORE." his tone was demanding, firm. He didn't budge.

Her eyes scanned the earth that she was pressed against as she searched for what he wanted. What did he want? Of course, he was the more narrow-minded, the one so focused on this goal they shared. Duh. It seemed so obvious now, even as her breaths slowed a little, pressed into her arched position beneath him.

"Wulfy~" There it was. Confident. Seductive. Sultry. Flirtatious. The voice he wanted to hear out of her. "Gimme all your puppies, big guy~ Fill me up and make me a mommy again~"

"Atta girl..." he whispered.

The shove he gave may have been almost a bit miscalculated, his rod spearing her once again with such fervor it only served to about knock the wind out of her. But he didn't give her time to think about it. No, this time he made sure to go feral on her cunny.

Slap after slap was delivered by his knot kissing the entrance his canine cock managed to stretch open so wide, his furred balls swung in time with every single complete thrust against her behind, its curvature being the only thing that provided resistance, and yet it was welcome, providing the perfect rebound point to reel back and meet her all over again. The mating was raw and hungry, wanting nothing more than to fuck her into his submission and give her his pups, oh how he pounded. His fervor increased, a booming bark releasing from his throat that let the whole of the forest know he had this territory claimed. This small and fertile female was his at this very moment, no matter what sweet words he'd implanted in her head, no matter what the rest of the pack saw her has. Once his shaft had filled her, split her open and began working to produce the seed that would fill her womb, she was no longer the Alpha.

She was his bitch. The slut whose tightness remained snug around his tool, moaning beneath him with such a desire for more that she could not adequately express otherwise. And the best part, was that such a notion was mutual.

She felt used for this, like a toy for his pleasure, a depository for his seed. And such a feeling couldn't have been more tantalizing to her at this very moment. This unshakeable desire to orgasm over and over again, to feel his knot stretch her open while at the very same time sealing her shut. She wanted it so bad. To her, at this very moment, it felt as though she had never wanted something so bad in all her life. All she could do was shout it. Scream it. Whine it. Beg for it beneath him, even though it was clear he would continue to give it with no intent to stop. Not until he had tied her.

But until then, underneath the layers of his rumbling throat, her breathless cries for more as she was pinned to the earth, between it all came the rough and wet slaps of sex quickly colliding in repetition. That fleshy bulb made such a sweet sound every time it collided with the parted lips of her mound. Dozens, no, hundreds of times it met her ears, able to make it out quite clearly as her feminine calls that pierced the ears of her mate seemed almost distant to her, almost as though they weren't her own making. She had lost herself in the furious breeding, her eyes hazed over with a fog of musk and lust, swimming in a sea of scents and sensations that she was hardly privy to. Her body had taken control of the situation, and all it called for was more. Her mind was sat back; intoxicated.

Half-lidded.

Barely awake.

And then she felt pain. His hold on her nape had suddenly been reinforced with teeth, piercing into her neck just enough to sent pricks up and down her spine, snapping her back into reality so jarringly, she simply howled. The second his teeth sunk in, so did his knot. With a hard shove he squeezed his bulb into her - barring just a little resistance from her tightness - with the faintest of pops, plugging her up tight as the sensations collided and sent her reeling with one final orgasm. Her back arched against him. She had to lift her head up, to open her windpipe and cry out in response, but the rest of her he kept pinned. He wanted her as still as he could manage as his cum finally ejected from his cock and into the quivering Jolteon, his hips still lightly pumping back and forth, his hold on her firmly immobile and unfaltering. Not two nights ago had this pent up Mightyena let loose inside her ass, and now he was filling her womb just as well, ensuring without a shadow of a doubt that he'd have her bearing his pup next. His seed continued to deposit into her for what felt like ages. Whatever part of her tunnel wasn't occupied by his cock was only more space for him to fill her with cum.

But even as his release continued; steadily beginning to slow as fewer ropes of his sticky sperm filled the shuddering female beneath him, his grip on her relaxed, and finally so did she. Panting beneath him as she lay her head on the dirt, her breaths were labored, but slowing. He had left her so very tired; not a few hours removed from having her last egg and she had been fucked senseless yet again. Her consciousness wavered, but drifting off was interrupted soon thereafter as the male began to lick behind her ears.

Gently. Lovingly.

"Don't fall asleep on me yet, Dawn." he whispered, his voice noticeably softer than before.

"I need to finish our tie, and you still have an egg to get back to. Like you promised."

"Uh-huh..." she responded, clearly exhausted but still present.

The male threw his leg over her form and twisted, now rump-to-rump with her as he wrung out the last few streams of his seed into the Jolteon who was so helplessly clung to him.

Getting comfortable was the tricky part - not to say she didn't love the feeling of being tied, but his height kept her ass suspended, making it hard to settle herself in. The next hour or so would feel like an eternity, but soon she'd be free to saunter back to the den with a tough male at her side, the scent of their breeding all around them. Perhaps in part to her ragged and gaping pussy. Having an egg and taking a knot within a few hours of one another tends to leave a girl a bit loose, after all. But like anything else, as it turns out, she wouldn't mind.

That night was a bit of a haze, slipping in and out of consciousness with Cass to her almost every side left her in some sort of a trance-like state every time she awoke. How many hours passed between each reawakening she couldn't tell, but by the same token her thoughts remained the same. As the night wore on she could feel her body changing again, even as the soft sounds of the three Mightyena gently snoring around her filled her ears beyond any of the chirps and calls that sounded outside. It was always such a quick process, the sensation of the egg growing inside of her left her with a unique warmth she only ever felt when she carried. It was such a strange feeling, one that was even stronger than the last, and one that she always attempted to suppress.

But this time, after... how many countless times she awoke to the very same thoughts. To the very same urges that plagued her. To the very signs she had been warned about prior. To the attachment she began to feel. Was it hormonal? Was it a longing, or something else emotional? As she felt herself heat up just a tad bit more, as she whined the tiniest of whines... That desire was so powerful.

Yet perhaps it was meant to be. Perhaps this was her calling. To carry. To lay. To reproduce time and time again. To be bred by these males countless times and to further their lineage. To feed her young. To raise them and to watch them grow, even as she had more. This wasn't some bargain to be had or some deal she had made that was bigger than her. This was her craft.

Her livelihood. Her specialty.

She would make such a good mother. She knew it. Even as she began to drift off one last time, just as the sun light began to creep its way back into the sky. Just enough that she could see it, before she fell asleep for the final time, only to be awoken again soon, with promises and affection from her trio of mates.