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Ripsaw growled with dissatisfaction. The rest of the Rip Warband was sitting rather happily around the table eating their breakfast, but he had been excluded from it. Instead, the charr found himself sitting on the floor by the corner of the room like a... like a...

"Hey, mutt!" one of the charr sitting around the table called. Ripsaw lifted his eyes towards him knowing that it was Ripcannon, the biggest member of his Warband and one of his best buddies, that was talking to him. "Want some table scraps? Do ya?"

The rest of the Warband laughed at the notion. Ripsaw's ears fell back and he growled again, showing some teeth towards his fellow charr and then turning his head away in distaste. Ripcannon brought up a chicken leg and waved it around, pointing it at Ripsaw and jeering while the rest of the Warband laughed some more, but when Ripsaw didn't move to take it, the bastard gave up.

Ripsaw was fucking angry. Not at Ripcannon in particular because he knew that, even though they were good friends, it was normal for any charr to make fun of whoever ended up punished like he was. Fucking Mutt Duty...

It wasn't even his fault! Not in its entirety, at least. Just because Ripsaw had gotten a little too drunk the previous night and caused some cost in damage at the bar after a brawl with some Blood Legion idiot, Legionnaire Ripaxe, who was clearly just in a really bad mood lately, had fucking given him a whole day of Mutt Duty before leaving for breakfast himself. Fucking unfair!

And because of that, there he was. While the rest of the Warband was sitting around the table having a nice breakfast, Ripsaw was forced to lurk at the corner of the room like a dog, or rather, a mutt. He was forced to wear the "Mutt Duty" collar, a thick leather band around his neck with a hanging tag that spelled "Mutt" and, worse of all, he had to stay naked too since mutts didn't wear clothes. The rest of the Warband got to at least wear their loincloths!

As Ripsaw stared at Ripcannon's bare back and looked at himself, naked and sitting as a dog would, he felt that familiar hint in his mind that something was very wrong for a split second. He went as far as gasping and blushing, realizing that maybe a proud Iron Legion soldier, even if a low-ranked one, should not be naked and pretending to act like a dog even as punishment. Something was very wrong, wasn't it?!

No.

A little flash of pink went by in the corner of Ripsaw's eye and suddenly, his mind was at ease again. No, there was nothing wrong, of course. Mutt Duty was a punishment that the Legionnaire had been issuing for months now. Most of the Warband members had gotten it once or twice, some like Ripcannon several times, even, if they did too much dumb stuff. Yeah, there was nothing wrong, it was just how the punishment went. He just had to endure it and do well within it so that the Legionnaire wouldn't extend it to a second day...

With his mind at ease for the moment, Ripsaw realized that, though he was too proud to eat from those bastard's hands, he was still feeling both hungry and thirsty. Ripsaw licked his lips and looked up at the table where the chicken looked rather good, but since he was stuck on Mutt Duty, he knew full well the only thing he was allowed to do.

He waited for a while longer, though. Ripsaw wasn't too keen on what he was about to do, but he would rather wait until they were further done with their breakfast and distracted before he did it. When the rest of the Warband looked absorbed enough in their talking, the charr got up on all fours with a grunt. He crawled around the room, since mutts didn't walk on two legs, until he got to his own breakfast.

Standing above it, Ripsaw looked down at the dog bowls with his face growing hot in embarrassment. Those bowls were usually meant for Ravager, Riphunter's canine companion, but when someone was on Mutt Duty they got repurposed. One of them was filled with water and the other had two eggs and some loose pieces of chicken skin the Warband must have taken from their breakfast before serving it. With distaste, Ripsaw glanced back to make sure the others were still distracted before he lowered his muzzle to the bowl of food to start eating with it alone. Mutts didn't use their paws to eat either, after all...

Ripsaw went through half of his food and moved on to lap at the water bowl before the sound of four heavy paws on the ground coming closer and closer took his attention. The chatter from the Warband's table stopped and Ripsaw lifted his head from the water bowl to look up and see a large wolfish creature, Ravager himself, charging towards him, then leaping...

"Ugh!" Ripsaw grunted as he was tackled by the growling warg. A loud bout of laughter erupted from the breakfast table as every charr's attention was on him as he rolled on the ground alongside the large feral wolf. It ended with Ravager's teeth pressing against Ripsaw's throat and the charr squirming beneath.

"Ow! Ow!" Ripsaw complained, struggling and trying to push the large beast away from him, but the rest of the Warband, instead of helping him, just kept laughing.

"Looks like Ravager isn't too happy about another mutt eating his food and drinking his water!" Riphunter said from the table amidst the laughter.

"Help!" Ripsaw said, still trying to squirm away from the large, angry beast's fangs.

"Oh! Careful there! Mutts don't talk! We'd hate to have to report to the Legionnaire that someone's been breakin' Mutt Duty rules!" Ripstone yelled from the table. Ripsaw growled but closed his muzzle right away. Instead, Ripsaw was forced to make a doggish sound to ask for help.

"Show 'im who's the top mutt, Ravager!" Riphunter said, goading his pet. It brought further agreement from the other Warband members and none of them even got up to help him! Ripsaw himself had seen Ravager come upon others on Mutt Duty before but it would be his first time with... Well, he hoped the warg wouldn't...

But when Ripsaw glanced down between Ravager's legs, he knew he was wrong.

Ravager was a smart warg. Riphunter had trained him well. The beast seemed to know all too well that whichever charr was wearing that collar and crawling around all naked was beneath everyone else and the fucking runt sure as hell seemed to have learned how to take advantage of that.

The large, muscular beast was even proficient at pulling Ripsaw to get up on all fours again only to shove him down and bite the back of his neck while he repositioned himself over Ripsaw. With another glance back, it was with great worry that Ripsaw saw that Ravager's canine dick was slipping out of its sheath. The tapered, red-colored length was growing harder and harder by the second in anticipation, the veins over its length appearing as Ravager began to pant in excitement for what he too knew was going to happen...

"C'mon g-" Ripsaw started to plead, looking at the table where the Warband still ate. A few of them glared at him, making him quiet down rather quickly. Instead, Ripsaw was forced to swallow his words and instead just do a mocking bark towards the Warband as a desperate plea for assistance.

It didn't work. Instead, it got all of them to focus their attention on him while Ravager mounted over the scrambling charr. Ripsaw got to feel the full length of the hard canine's dick grinding against his backside.

"Looks like Ravager is already putting the mutt in his place! Hah!" It was Ripcannon who started the mockery. The others looked as well and, while Ripsaw could swear he saw some confused glances from some of them as they took in the sight of the large wolf getting ready to fuck one of their Warband members, the confused look soon dissipated into an expression of mockery. Most of them had been in the same place Ripsaw was, after all, and it was only normal since he was being punished. Yes, very normal.

For Ripsaw as well. As he got worried about the hard dick grinding against his backside, for a split second he got that huge sensation of wrongness hitting him once again. He was a proud Iron Legion soldier and he was as straight as an arrow! He would never allow someone's dick, let alone a beast's, to get even close to-

No, no. He was on Mutt Duty and he had to behave like a mutt. Ravager was his superior when in Mutt Duty, so...

Ripsaw's ears fell down as the beast started humping him. That large canine cock tried to find purchase on Ripsaw's exposed and vulnerable backside while the beast kept the charr's head against the floor by holding the scruff of his neck with its teeth. Ripsaw could feel the rumble of Ravager's growling as the wolf huffed each time it thrust forward. Its cock felt harder than ever, definitely excited and eager to fuck, until finally...

"Grrrfff!" Ripsaw had to bite back a curse and instead limit himself to growling like a 'mutt' when Ravager finally found his mark. That tapered member coated in nothing but a little precum was shoved straight into his ass with the eagerness only a feral could provide. Above him, Ravager let go of his neck to start panting as he pulled his hips back and then thrust in again, eliciting a new grunt from Ripsaw. When the charr tried to get up, however, he immediately got another warning growl from Ravager and instead, resigned to staying down.

"Should've thought twice before trying to steal Ravager's breakfast, mutt!" Ripstone, the oldest of the Warband, yelled.

"Show 'im, Ravager! Go at it! Hah!" Riphunter yelled again. The whole Warband continued to egg the warg on as he started actively fucking Ripsaw. The charr felt his face grow red. If he was going to get jumped by Ravager it could at least have happened somewhere private! Like a good soldier enduring his punishment, all Ripsaw could do was grit his teeth, close his eyes shut and try to tune out the laughing and mockery to instead focus on enduring the feral warg's cock ramming into his ass.

While something at the back of his mind again told him that there was something wrong with that fact, he at least knew that the high discomfort wouldn't last forever. As Ravager grew more excited, the beast's own copious amounts of precum as well as the forced stretching made the fucking grow easier over time. While that allowed the beast to fuck him deeper, which he promptly did, it also made the whole experience a little less bad for the charr.

Ravager fucked him with such savagery that Ripsaw could clearly feel how all of his insides got rammed every time. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately for him, that also meant that every pleasurable button he had in there also got mashed over and over again. It wasn't long until Ripsaw felt the reaction to that even as his whole body got rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the beast.

"Look at that! Look at how much the mutt loves it!" Ripcannon pointed out. Ripsaw looked to the side and blushed again as he saw the charr pointing straight between his legs. Scumbag! Ripcannon himself had been fucked by Ravager while on Mutt Duty more times than Ripsaw could count and he had sported the same reaction in all of them!

Ripsaw was aware that his own cock had already grown out of his sheath. It hardened in tandem with the pleasure rippling through him alongside everything else as Ravager fucked him mercilessly. With each thrust from the warg, it bounced back and forth between his legs and though Ripsaw felt a small urge to reach down to it and maybe make the experience at least a little more pleasurable for him, he knew that mutts that had paws did no such things. Of course he couldn't. Not to mention that he didn't want to give the Warband the joy of him taking pleasure in what was happening.

"He's leakin'! Maybe lil' Ravager there will make the mutt shoot his spunk hands-free?" Riproar suggested.

"Hey! Ravager is anything but little," Ripstone intervened. "I mean, look at the size of that thing. And the knot..."

The mention of it made Ripsaw's ears twitch. He had forgotten about that part! Ravager rudely remembered him of the trademark of canine tools by humping him extra hard and making sure his knot, the bulbous, large base of his dick, stretched Ripsaw just a little further. He grunted and growled in distress, but it wasn't quite enough for the knot to go in yet.

"Grrffh!" Ripsaw tried to say again, pleading towards the Warband. The fuckers laughed at his plea instead of getting up from the table to help him, though. Most of them were even still eating while watching the show! Not a single one of them lifted a claw to stop what was about to happen to poor Ripsaw's ass.

The charr squirmed and groaned under Ravager as the beast sped up. Ripsaw could hear growling above him as the warg became more savage, ramming his cock into him again and again with reckless abandon. The tapered, large canine cock pistoned in and out of Ripsaw like a well-made Iron Legion machine, the knot threatening to go in with every thrust, spreading Ripsaw open little by little, until finally...

Pop!

"FFHHHMMMGH!" Ripsaw pretty much howled, trying so very hard not to curse out loud when that large knot made it past his resistance. The warg above him started panting, going as far as letting some strands of drool fall over the charr's head and fur, as the humping continued, deeper and more intense than before, until finally...

"Ravager looks adorable when he's spunking a mutt, doesn't he?" Ripcannon asked as more laughter erupted. Ripsaw hated the fact that they had guessed what was happening. He could feel the warmth of the warg's seed filling him up, the beast's knot inflating to full size to make it even less comfortable and, at the same time, making sure not a drop of his seed leaked out. Ripsaw's own dick, meanwhile, still stood hard as a rock between his legs but unattended save for the small tendrils of precum the rough fucking had taken out of him.

With his ass still feeling sore, Ripsaw was able to at least relax a little bit as Ravager, satisfied after fucking a mutt, calmed down. The warg let out a small bark, licked the back of Ripsaw's neck (eliciting a new growl from the charr), and then the beast made Ripsaw wince again as he started moving. The damned feral did what they always did, which was throw his hind paw over Ripsaw's backside to turn back, leaving them tied together butt to butt. His fluffy, wagging tail brushed against Ripsaw's own feline one.

The tie... Ripsaw had forgotten about that too. He forced himself to get back up to all fours, but it would take some good thirty minutes at the very least for Ravager's knot to go down. Fucking Mutt Duty...

"You know, Ripsaw..." Ripcannon started, grinning down at him. "You look cute like that. And you made Ravager there so damn happy."

"Hah!" Ripstone piled on. "I swear you make a better mutt than soldier sometimes."

"Doesn't he?" Riproar agreed, laughing.

Ripsaw growled at them, frowning and glaring at his fellow charr. Ravager still moved every now and then, fidgeting or tugging at the knot, which made Ripsaw wince from the feeling of that large feral cock stuck deep within him. The charr could only growl every now and then in frustration, but Ripcannon seemed to notice it.

"Hey! Hey guys. Wanna see something funny?" Ripcannon said. The bastard. Ripsaw knew him well enough to know he was planning something so he glared at his fellow Warband member with a warning in his eyes. Ripcannon only opened one of his dumb grins, though. Then he took a chicken leg from his plate...

"Hey, Ravager! Ravager, here boy!" Ripcannon lowered the chicken leg towards the ground with his grin growing wider. "Want a treat?"

Ripsaw's eyes went wide just as Ravager's ears perked up. The large warg let out a bark, then the tugging of his knot stuck in Ripsaw became so much worse as the large wolf got up...

"No!" Ripsaw said, unable to avoid speaking. He sank his claws on the ground to stop Ravager, but the beast wasn't having it. He pulled at the knot so hard to get to the food that Ripsaw swear he saw stars for a moment, but as the knot was still too fresh and too big to dislodge himself, all the large warg did was drag Ripsaw with him for a few inches. It wasn't long before another pull came, then another.

"ARGH! FUCK!" Ripsaw yelled. It was muffled by the heavy laughter of the Warband as Ravager dragged him halfway from the corner towards the table by the knot alone before, finally, the tugging was so strong that with a loud pop, the warg's oversized cock came out, leaving Ripsaw to fall down on the ground with his legs spread while Ravager rushed to go grab the chicken leg from Ripcannon, who was laughing his fucking ass off.

"I think I heard some weird sounds from our mutt! Are we gonna have to report him to the Legionnaire?" Ripstone said amidst the laughter from the whole Warband. Ripsaw glared at him, but shook his head and made a dog-like growl with his throat. He got back up on all fours, cock still dangling hard between his legs despite everything and ass feeling sorer than ever. The movement of his hind paws had a bit of a limp even because of it after the intense knot-popping.

"You know what?" Riphunter continued, patting Ravager's side as the large beast ate the chicken leg he had gotten. "The mutt did well in satisfying his superiors. Usually, when a mutt does a good job you give them a treat so they learn what's good." He spoke towards the others, drawing some mocking nods and agreements. "I think our mutt deserves a treat for a job well done as well."

Ripsaw showed his charr teeth towards his fellow Warband member. He attempted to sit down like a dog, but his butt hurt when it touched the ground so he decided against it. Instead, Ripsaw just turned his head away and huffed. He was hungry, but he wanted nothing from those bastards.

Riphunter still waved a chicken leg in the air, though. "You know, a real mutt wouldn't refuse a treat. I think we might have to report everything this mutt has done to the Legionnaire after all..."

Ripsaw's eyes went wide. He was aware he had spoken out of turn a few too many times. If Legionnaire Ripaxe found out and happened to be in a bad mood... he could get an additional day of Mutt Duty! Or, worse, a few additional days even. Ripsaw growled towards Riphunter, but not only did his threat strike home, but Ripsaw also felt that, for some reason, since he was in Mutt Duty, he had to act like a mutt and a mutt would indeed go for a treat. The fuckers...

Getting up on all fours and with a frown on his face, Ripsaw approached the Warband. Riphunter waved the chicken leg towards him the whole time, but as the charr approached enough to put his chin on the sitting charr's lap and attempt to grab it with his muzzle, Riphunter suddenly pulled it up and away.

"Nuh-uh. Who said this was your treat? I have a different one for you. One you'll reeeeeally love!"

Snickers came from the other charr surrounding them as Riphunter set the chicken leg on his plate and instead pulled his loincloth, the only piece of cloth he wore, to the side. Ripsaw started growling up at Riphunter again right away. The moment the sitting charr exposed his dick, that wave of wrongness hit Ripsaw again. He was staring at a fellow Warband member's half-hard cock, inches away from his nose. As a straight charr, something told him he should get up and away from that and even fucking punch Riphunter for even daring to pull that out in front of him and imply that he was supposed to-

No. A flash of pink came. He was on Mutt Duty and mutts obeyed. Mutts liked treats.

Riphunter, still smirking, took hold of his own cock and started stroking it out in the open, not an ounce of shame for having it out in front of everyone else. Mutts being given such treats wasn't uncommon for Mutt Duty after all. It was just part of the punishment.

"C'mon Ripsaw, or rather, mutt, you don't look very excited to get your treat. Wag that tail! I want you to beg, mutt! Beg for the treat! C'mon!" Riphunter changed his tone to sound more like cooing. As if he was speaking to an actual dog. Bound by the duty of his punishment, Ripsaw still glared up at him, but...

He forced his feline tail back and forth so it would wag as a dog's would. Then, Ripsaw got up on his hind paws and put his forepaws up against his chest in a begging dog position. He felt his face growing even hotter when the Warband, already snickering and laughing at him, all set their eyes down on his cock and balls that got completely exposed in that position. His member, still hard after so much stimulation and no release, pointed forward erect and at full sight.

"Look at 'im! Isn't he just made to be a mutt?" Ripcannon said from his side. The large charr brought his paw up to ruffle Ripsaw's fur between his head and pet him like one would a dog. Riphunter let go of his own dick, which was now fully erect as well and leaned forward to pat and rub Ripsaw's exposed chest.

"He is! Who's a good boy? Who's a good little mutt?" Riphunter cooed. His hand went down to Ripsaw's belly to rub that for a moment, then it continued moving down to cup his exposed balls as if that was completely normal as well. Ripsaw growled, his dick throbbing in response to the new bit of stimulation.

"You-" Ripsaw started, glaring at Riphunter, but the charr interrupted him with a sudden grab at the balls he was caressing, squeezing them enough to make Ripsaw have to gasp and stop talking.

"Tsk, tsk. Mutts aren't supposed to talk..." the charr reminded him while applying uncomfortable pressure to his furry nuts.

"Grrrrrf!" Ripsaw growled, making the best imitation of a dog-like growl he could.

"...Heh. That's a good mutt." Riphunter finally let go of his balls, giving them one last little scritch with his claws, then trailing a finger through Ripsaw's hard length to tease it. A droplet of precum came from the tip to linger there.

"Now c'mon, your treat is getting cold." Riphunter spread his legs in front of Ripsaw and pulled his loincloth to the side in order to expose his own hard cock once more. Ripsaw looked at it with his face twisting in disgust, but he was a mutt and mutts liked treats. Somehow he just knew that's what he had to do, no matter how much he disliked it, so all he could do was let out a small bark as if he was satisfied.

Riphunter let out a groan of pleasure when Ripsaw's head dove in between his legs to start licking at his cock. Mutts were supposed to enjoy their treats, so even the musky taste of Riphunter's cock on his tongue didn't faze Ripsaw too much. He hated Mutt Duty punishment, though! As he lapped the side of Riphunter's cock again and again, he thought about how much he preferred when the Legionnaire just made him do a hundred push-ups or something instead. It was pretty much the same thing in his confused mind.

The rest of the charr laughed some but went back to finish their breakfast soon enough. Even Riphunter turned back towards the table to eat and while Ripsaw thought he had had enough of his 'treat', Riphunter roughly grabbed the charr by the scruff of his neck and pulled him under the table so that he could continue... enjoying it. With a few unsatisfied grumbles, Ripsaw continued to lick and suckle at his treat under the table while Riphunter and the others continued to eat.

Every now and then, some of their foot paws would come up to nudge or play with him. Two of them, one from each side, found Ripsaw's lingering hard length dangling between his legs and kept poking at it, making it bounce while playing with it, making Ripsaw squirmy and growly while he himself was forced to keep licking and sucking at Riphunter's treat.

It didn't take long, however, for him to receive the real treat. It happened when Riphunter let out a growl from above, then brought his paw under the table to force Ripsaw's muzzle over him while he thrust up. Ripsaw's treat was creamy and salty as it flooded his maw, but he had been in Mutt Duty before and had received plenty of those, so all he did was lap at the underside of Riphunter's length as it spurted more and more of it while swallowing as much as he could even if he didn't really care for the taste.

Ripsaw was only just finishing his treat when the sudden sound of chairs scraping against the ground filled his ears. He saw all the charr standing up and knew, even from under the table, that Legionnaire Ripaxe had returned. As a mutt, however, at least he didn't need to salute, so Ripsaw just made his way out from under the table with bits of his creamy treat still lingering around his snout. Legionnaire Ripaxe looked like he was in an even worse mood than when he left for breakfast with the other Legionnaires, though...

"We got scrap duty today again," Ripaxe said, eliciting grumbles from every member of the Warband, but those quickly died off as Ripaxe himself glared at them and let out a loud growl.

"I don't want to hear a single fucking complaint! You all have ten minutes to be ready to leave!"

Everyone started scrambling to go get ready given that they all still wore nothing aside from their loincloths. Ripsaw saw the Legionnaire looking at him on all fours wearing nothing save his collar and with a hard-on still dangling between his legs and for a moment, he saw surprise and shock on the Legionnaire's face, but it quickly faded. Instead, Ripaxe's expression just turned to annoyance again and he grunted.

"You, mutt, you stay here with Ravager. Guess we won't be needin' pets today since we won't be doin' anything interesting."

Ravager's ears perked up when he heard his name. Ripsaw's own ears fell back. He looked at the large beast and saw him shifting in place. Ripsaw looked away the moment he caught a glimpse of red between Ravager's legs growing again.

Within moments, the whole Warband was armored up and ready to leave. Most of them gave Ripsaw's naked form a few pats on the head accompanied by words of mockery before they left and soon, the barracks' steel door was closed and locked, leaving Ripsaw alone inside as the mutt.

Or, well, not alone since Ravager was already making his way towards him.

Ripsaw let out a dog-like whine even though there was no other charr around to hear it. He knew that he still had a full day of Mutt Duty ahead of him. In fact, not only a full day but also a full night...