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I just finish disinfecting my suture needles with spirits as my commanding officer, Argus, calls a team meeting. He's a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and a doggy shepherd-esk appearance. His fur is mostly black with white along his underbelly, two large ears poking out of his shaggy mane that's been uncut in the last couple of weeks. Additionally, his legs are digitigrade and a large, puffy tail sways behind him. Wearing a thick dark blue uniform with stiff shoulders and a golden seal signifying he is born of the noble House of Hirken, his large paws are wreathed in leather footwrappings that have worn thin and lead to much complaining upon discovery of every sharp rock.

To say it's been rough going under his leadership would be an understatement. He knows nothing of the terrain we move through, effective strategy in general, or even basic common-sense ideas like not drinking bog water until it's been boiled and strained. I have had to stich up several lacerations from wildlife, treat three soldiers for disease, and pull thorns and spiky burrs from places I have trouble controlling myself around pent up as I am. And that was all in the first week.

It's been three now and I'm running low on medical supplies because Argus keeps refusing to return to base and opt to take more missions because it looks good on his record. Or something. I was too busy trying not to drink my grain alcohol out of sheer annoyance to listen. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the nine other soldiers in our squad were not from whatever military school he attended; the lot of them are so insufferable I wouldn't touch them despite being ready to slam myself down on the nearest phallic looking object.

I'm only here because one of their fathers is a general and pulled strings to make sure an experienced combat medic such as myself was assigned to the squad, and not a day goes by I wish I wasn't the one attacked by that black panther on the first day we set out. With any luck, it would have killed me, and I'd be spared this nonsense.

"Alright, gentlemen! We have finally received orders for our first combat mission! We are to survey the enemy on and around the Bone Hill. Naturally, we shall also open fire on any foe we might spy," Argus grins, zealously gripping his powder-rifle.

"Finally, a chance to prove ourselves!" A stoat-like soldier cheers.

"I was the best shot in the academy, you know! I'll drop them all like bees over a smoky flame!" The sniper hurrahs.

"Half of you all wetted your black powder falling in the river yesterday, we are out of antibiotics, and our rations are nearly gone. We should at least restock first, sir," I say.

"Bah! Trivial matters! Powder is quite fine once it dries, our constitutions are in perfect health, and you can merely scavenge some more of those root vegetables you're so good at spotting," Argus waves me off.

"We are using black powder, not naval pow-" I begin to voice and then am cut off.

"What do you think they'll give us if we take the hill?" The sniper pipes up, starting a fusillade of eager suggestions ranging from rank promotions to women warming their beds at night to eating the same food as the officers.

"Now, now! Settle down and let's be reasonable," Argus scoffs, and in the silence that follows I know not a sane word will come from his mouth. "There's only one way to find out!"

I cover my ears as they all erupt in a cheer. It occurs to me I don't know why I am continuously surprised by their increasing recklessness. This can only end terribly, but it's a comfort knowing I can't not survive. The meeting devolves from there, so I take my leave to gather more of the nearby berries and a few edible plants I saw. We're going to need all the food we can get in the coming days.

About a head shorter than Argus, I have a slim body and a vulpine visage with dark yellow eyes and long eyelashes. My hair is worn long and braided - the same russet red color as my long, thick fur - with small metal rings holding the braids together. My uniform is made from undyed, grey wool, an open book symbol painted across the chest and shoulders denoting me as a medic. I have not had an opportunity to thoroughly wash my uniform as of late, so it's taken on more earthy tones that clash even more heavily with the blue of the rest of my unit than the grey already did. Really, it just makes my day to be criticized about the state of my attire while changing bandages on the head of a man who tripped and split their head open.

We're not terribly far from the front lines so it only takes two days of travel to make it there. We pass through checkpoints easily enough with our special force pass, and a quartermaster at one sympathizes with my plight and shares some supplies, thank fuck. The special forces pass was not created to form highly trained, small teams as the name might suggest. Rather, it was made to keep overzealous noble brats separated from the rest of the army and let them trapse around as they see fit. They can even abandon duty without permission.

Reaching a position hid from view of Bone Hill, we make camp and I about have a fit when I see the squad making a cooking fire as usual. Knowing they'll make one excuse or another to collectively destroy my point even if it means defying logic, I bite my tongue and let it be. I eat my dry rations and curl up in a dark corner beneath a large fern out of view, sleeping through the night in this manner. An attack does not strike us as we sleep as I had feared, but in the morning Argus is pacing back and forth and looking rather worried.

"Skips hasn't returned," He announces as the camp fully awakes for a squad meeting. "I sent him on a scouting mission, and he should have returned by now. We shall mount a counterattack to rescue him!"

This dog... he didn't actually graduate, did he? How did he graduate? No, no... That's stupid question when I already know the answer: money.

"Do we know where he's being held?" The sniper asks.

"No, but I am confident we will quickly pinpoint on their camp once we enter the enemy territory. Our training shall prove to be far superior, and we will push through to pain the dirt with their blood. It is that simple!"

Where Argus's little speeches are met with agreement, there is only minor nodding now that this is finally getting real, but they ready their equipment, nonetheless.

"Fysk, you shall remain behind," Argus states as I grab my rucksack.

"I... beg your pardon?"

"This is not a mission for those without Brockstone Academy training. You will merely slow us down. Guard the camp for us in our absence and prepare to treat wounded!"

I am not entirely sure how to respond to that, so I just tiredly salute him and return my things to where they were. The squad sets off in short order and I set up my tiny surgery tent, chock full of extra pockets and spaces to hold medical supplies that allow the tent to be erected and immediately prepared to provide treatment. Aside from that, I douse the fire and erect a dummy with my uniform and hat against a tree with a spare rifle, hiding within the foliage above it in my thin underclothes.

My fur keeps me warm enough against the cloudy, rainy weather. I hear shots go off nearby, counting eight in total before silence follows. An hour passes and I know whatever combat that would have come has already gone. Now, how do I approach this, I wonder... I hold that thought as I hear a noise. Beneath me, my dummy is nudged by something unseen and falls over. I take a slow, deep breath through my nose and catch a strong, musky scent: werewolf.

Enemy soldiers with guns I can evade easily enough even if they shoot me several times. This is very much a different story. I can't outrun their speed, hide from their sense of smell, and there is no way in seven hells I'll ever overpower one. I have my rifle, but I'm starting to detect more of them as they get closer, and a shot would just piss one off. Can't be helped, I suppose; I should have left while I could have.

I stay hidden for the moment until I can see one, tall and heavyset enough to make Argus look like a twig with a deep chestnut colored coat of fur. I catch a glimpse of piercing purple eyes above a large muzzle full of wicked teeth, their hands and large paw pads armed with large, long claws. It's almost comical how large their tail is, heavy with muscle and fur to offset the weight of their bodies when running.

I wait until I see at least three gathering beneath my tree, claws gripping the bark as they rapidly ascend.

"Wait!" I call out, making them stop dead in their climb. "I surrender. I'm coming down."

"Drop the weapon first. And don't attempt to fire it or there'll be trouble," I hear from below in a gruff, gravelly voice.

"I know there would be, or I would have done it by now," I scoff, unscrewing the barrel and dumping out the shot before tossing it down to the waiting claws beneath me.

I begin to climb down as one suddenly lunges up. I yelp and use my tail to throw myself higher into the tree out of the range of their arms, ducking under a swipe from a second lycanthrope and delivering a swift knee to his exposed crotch. With a rough gasp, he stumbles and attempts to grab a branch too thin for his weight. It snaps and he falls earthward, landing in a heap.

The first comes surging upwards with an angry snarl, assuming I injured him, and I am forced to outright leap backwards and away. I land on the ground and roll, tackled into the loam.

"ENOUGH," An angry bark orders, cutting through the air with emphasis akin to shattering glass.

The werewolf on top of me snaps out of it, his claws at my throat and my dirk at his. Slowly, he reaches a finger up to push the blade away, and I retract the knife.

"Fike, are you alright?" He asks, turning his head to look at his fallen companion.

With a groan, Fike gives him a shaky thumbs up.

"Right. Uh. Sorry," He says, quickly getting off of me and offering a hand up.

Warily, I take it and allow him to pull me to my feet.

Another werewolf steps forward, not notable in many ways compared to the four others but his spicy scent and the force of personality I see behind his dark, glaring eyes confirms him as the alpha of this pack.

"Next time, don't provoke someone already surrendering," He snorts to no one in particular before focusing his attention on me.

He opens his mouth to say something and then stops, taking a sharp inhale of breath before stepping forward into my personal space. He puts a paw against my shoulder and his nose onto the top of my head, taking a deep breath.

"I can't say I've met an incubus in a while," He notes.

"Ah, cats out of the bag, is it?" I half chuckle, half sigh in worry.

I let the shapeshift drop and return to my base, goatlike form with deep blue eyes and a pair of black horns. My fur is silver in color, black near the root, and a serpentine tail sways behind me as I step back slightly on cloven hooves. Or I would have, if I didn't immediately back up against the chest of the one who tackled me.

"Grai, ease off," The alpha motions for him to back up.

Thankfully, he does so, giving me some space.

"I'm Kaelus. And you are?"

"Fiskir," I reply, looking away from his eyes.

"Were you a part of the squad that just attempted to enter Bone Hill territory?"

I nod.

"Are you the last of them?"

I nod again.

"Why weren't you with them?"

"They insisted the quality of their training was such that I would only slow them down," I reply, shrugging as he cocks his head and gives me a strange look. "They're noble morons. I've been dragged around for a while now in their misadventures."

"I buy it," Another of the lycanthropes says as they help Grai up. "They made an attempt at a textbook battle position before charging at us. Not that it did much good."

"Right," Kaelus says, scratching his chin with a claw. "Then I guess that leaves me with one more question. Why are you in the army, Fiskir?"

"I sew people up, have easy access to horny men, and after a few more years of service I get a decent pension," I reply.

"Right... But couldn't you just seduce a noble for much greater affect?"

"Would that I had powers of an incubus and no pride, sure. You can thank my mortal mother for the case being otherwise."

"I see. Were you... close to your squad?"

"Mate, I am the embodiment of lust, and you couldn't pay me to fuck them."

He huffs in amusement at this. "Alright. Well. I can't just let you go for obvious reasons."

"That's fine. I'll cooperate. Just... please watch the claws, alright?"

"Now that we know what we're dealing with, I think we can manage that," He affirms, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Grai, help him pack his things and get him back to the den while we cover our tracks."

Grai nods and lightly grips my shoulder, leading me towards my tent. I collect my uniform, pack up my tent, and grab my craft of medical supplies, leaving just as Kaelus and his pack begin destroying everything left behind and scattering it under the forest debris.

"So, is my squad dead?" I ask Grai, breaking the silence as we pass into Bone Hill.

"No. We knocked them around and shredded their gear. A packmate is probably still chasing them for shits and giggles."

"Heh. Not going to lie, that makes me feel better. What are all your names, by the way?"

"Well, I'm Grai, if the fur color doesn't make it obvious. Fike is the one you nearly knocked the manhood off. Kaelus is the alpha, the one you just spoke with. The reddish coated guy, that's Sparks. Shay is the big one with black fur. And the last one you'll meet soon enough is Kobalt."

"I'll try to remember that. What happens now?"

"Well. We'll be making dinner. You're welcome to have some."

"I'd like that."

We sit around the fire within their den, talking back and forth and eating venison by slicing meat off the body as it roasts over an open flame. Smoke leaves through a hole in the earthen ceiling, invisible on this moonless night. Mostly, they're curious about my life as an incubus since only Kaelus has met one before. I'm not really sure what to tell them besides I take on a disguise, introduce myself into a faction of some form, and perform my roll within. I've never assumed the identity of another person or used magic to get my way before, so my explanation is significantly less exciting than they were hoping for.

"No cloak and dagger then, eh?" Kaelus says. "I can respect that."

"Well. I've been tempted before. But I don't exactly have an easy out of if I bugger the situation," I reply, sheepishly.

"Fair enough."

"Can you shapeshift to look like Grai?" Fike asks.

"I can certainly try," I answer, looking to Grai. "Are you okay with me attempting?"

He half shrugs and then nods.

"Alright. Let me just get a feel for your proportions."

As I step over to him, my fur takes on the same color as his, my features widening and becoming more blunt. I strip off my clothes while my body swells in size. I feel over his right shoulder and down the arm, shaping my limbs accordingly before examining his chest more closely and replicating a large scar. His thighs are easy enough as well and I hop up and down a little to test the balance on paws as large as his. All that's left is to plump up the sheath and balls and I'm his spitting image... more or less.

"Damn, I look old," Grai mutters.

"Hey, some of us like the wizened look," Kobalt says from behind, draping his arms over the bigger lycan.

Smaller than the rest and just shy of my natural height, he has large blue eyes the color of his namesake and proportionally longer ears. Mischievous seems to sum up his entire personality.

"Heh. Sure, Kol," Grai says, affectionately fumbling the smaller male's ears.

"I don't suppose we could see if the knot's accurate, eh?" Kobalt croons.

"Yeah! Just to make sure," Sparks snickers.

"Alright, then get to work," He snorts, patting the spot next to himself for me to sit down. "Neither dick is going to get hard by itself, you troublemakers."

Sparks moves forward and Kobalt slides from behind Grei and around to me. The smaller lycan pants hot breath on my sheath as he kneels down and grips my legs, looking to me eagerly for direction even as Sparks goes right to work licking across Grei's heavy balls. I know Kobalt's type and place a big paw on his head, giving him an affectionate growl as I press his face against my sheath.

"Go on, little guy. I know you want a taste," I chuckle.

He gives out a little yip and nuzzles into my heavy orbs, putting Sparks entirely to shame as he laps and encircles one of them with his tongue before dragging it into his muzzle, unable to fit its full girth in his mouth yet nonetheless effectively massaging it in a warm, wet grip. He fingers press into my other nut, pushing it this way and that as he fumbles with it happily. I sigh in satisfaction as the tip of a red shaft peaks out of my sheath, starting to harden along with Grai's. Not to be outdone, Sparks lavishes licks upon Grai's tapered glans, coaxing it free of its confines. It's not until he puts his reservations aside and begins suckle on the first couple of inches that it truly hardens.

With an aroused chuckle, Grai puts a hand to his head and forces Sparks to take him deeper into his maw. Struggling but not pulling back, Sparks lets out a whimper as the length invades deeper in his maw and into his throat, Grai bulging it out visibly as the submissive lycan's nose is pressed deep into his crotch fur. Only then does Grai's knot begin to emerge. Horny schmuck that I am, I need no such treatment and my knot happily unveils as Kobalt continues to play with my jewels and slurp along the underside of my shaft.

"Yep. Whaddaya know, looks the same," Kobalt giggles as he sees Sparks practically gagged on Grai's cock.

Sparks himself is whining softly, his unattended dick peeking out of his sheath and drooling precum. The other werewolves are happy enough to just watch and continue conversing quietly among themselves while casually groping one another. Kaelus pulls Shay closer in particular, making the big werewolf wag his tail happily as his balls are given a playful squeeze.

"But does it feel the same? What do you think, Sparks?" Kobalt adds.

Sparks's reply is a middle finger as he slides Grai out of his throat only to be forced right back down.

"You started this. Don't wimp out on me now," Grai half grins, lightly thrusting into Sparks's maw as he presses a large paw against the other lycan's sheath.

Given something to grind against, Sparks's dick happily slides free, slick with pre that provides ample lube to thrust in between two of Grai's toes. His own needs being met, Sparks happily begins to sloppily pump himself along Grai's shaft, audibly gulping and gagging down precum as he leaks his own across his dominant lover's paw in a small stream.

Kobalt notices I'm not as productive and I correct this detail, the submissive wolf licking away the salty fluid that spills across the top of his muzzle before latching onto and sucking on my tip. I'll admit the little guy knows exactly what he's doing, from the way his tongue glides along the shaft to his sharp teeth teasing against my sensitive flesh.

"You want to feel more than that, Kol?"

He nods happily.

"Well, get up here," I purr, patting my lap.

Standing and sinking his nose and fingers into my chest fur, he hops up just so that his cute little rump grinds against my doggy dick. Petting his head and scratching behind his ears, I growl appreciatively and lightly thrust between his cheeks, exciting Kobalt and sending a little thrill down his spine.

"Go on, claim your seat," I encourage him.

He nods as he nuzzles against my toned chest before leaning back so that the tip of my throbbing meat slowly pierces his tailhole. Given the dynamic between him and Grai, it's no surprise he takes it easily. It's likely he knows this dick better than his own.

"You like that, puppy?" I churr.

"Y-yeah!" He says, letting out an involuntary sigh of relief as more and more hot, throbbing flesh buries inside his depths until he's grinding against my knot. "Fuuuck I needed this."

"Let's see if this old dog still knows a few tricks," I chuckle, pulling out a little and thrusting in at a light tempo.

Partners all have their signs, and Kobalt is amazing in that he is an open book. The moment his breath slows down, he's not being given as much as he wants, and he's not afraid to moan and cry when I press the right buttons. Thrusting harder and harder, my flesh audibly impacts with his in lewd, wet smacks as I spread and gape his loving tailhole. Bouncing along and forcing himself down into each thrust, Kobalt pants and moans, begging for me to keep going. I'm more than happy to comply, giving him everything he needs and more.

I begin pummeling his ring with my knot, grinding it harder and harder against his resistance.

"I'm going to stuff you full of pups, one way or another. We'll keep trying until your belly is bigger than mine, little guy," I grunt as he lets out a girlish bark as he's gaped around my bulb.

With another thrust, I hilt inside him, and he climaxes on the spot, painting my chest and abdomen with thick, hot ropes and shivering in my arms as I continue to pound his hole without relent. As I feel him begin to recollect himself, I pop the knot free and slam it back in, knotfucking his prostate right back into gushing pre against my stomach. Between his submissive moans and his hole milking and massaging my length for all its worth, I grip his shoulders and bite down on his neck as I hammer him up and down on my dick.

A bulge forms in his belly as I begin to cum, pumping line after line into his depths and claiming it as mine. Each time my knot pops free a flood of cum drizzles out and across my balls, only to be plugged as I stuff myself in once more and dump twice as much as the leak into his ass. He whines and shivers, murmuring "G-g-Grai, Grai, Gr-ai."

"I can't hear you, sing for me, slut!" I growl, slowing down to half my pace and robbing him of his pleasure.

"Grai! Grai! Fuck me, break me, I need it! Give me your pups!"

"Now that's more like it!" I grin approvingly, giving him a rewarding licks as I breed his hole in full force.

Load after load is stuffed into him, only causing him to cream across the both of us as my balls slap loudly against his bare cheeks. I wait until he is reduced to a shuttering wreck, and then ram several more shots of werewolf seed into him for good measure, before I finally let my climax die. I rub his back as he faintly mumbles into my neck fur, well and truly fucked silly. I'm impressed he managed to take enough his belly swelled into a slight dome. As I go to pop my knot free, he whines and beggingly paws against my chest, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright. You can keep it for now," I promise, nuzzling his head.

Looking over, I see Fike rubbed one out and is in the process of fellating himself to a second one, and Shay is riding Kaelus's dick in slow pumps. The two seem to know what they want and to take time enjoying getting there. Meanwhile, semen is leaking from Sparks's nose as Grai pops his knot free from the other lycan's muzzle. Gasping in a breath, Sparks lets out a small whine as he gulps down what's left in his mouth, his shaft twitching reflexively as it paints one last white stroke over Grai's drenches paw.

"Go on, lick your mess clean," Grai orders, pushing the sticky paw against Spark's nose.

Given a command, Sparks complies, holding eye contact with Grai as he licks the paw in long, heavy strokes that cleave wide paths through the layer of viscous goo. I see Shay and Kaelus have disappeared deeper into the den by now, and presented the opportunity for a raised rear, Fike pounces on Sparks. The surprised lycan squeaks as his hole is suddenly filled with thick cock, but the spurt of pre from his shaft betrays how he feels about the matter as Fike hugs to his back and thrusts into the now thoroughly dominated Sparks. Grai watches with a chuckle, patting Sparks on the head before leaving him to it and reaching a hand out to ruffle Kobalt's ears.

"You still alive, Kol?" He smirks.

"Mmmhmmm," Kobalt sighs.

"So, how did you look when you were younger, Grai?" I ask.

"Ehh. Honestly, kinda the same. My fur was a bit darker and that's about it. Maybe a bit less pudge."

"Hmm. Alright..." I say, shifting accordingly to a more slim, fit version of himself now.

"Yeah... that's uncanny," He chuckles.

Kobalt looks up for a moment and then grins goofily, wagging his tail. "Hey, Grai, you were cuuuute!"

"There's almost no difference from now..."

"Yeah, and?"

"... Nothing," The older lycan smiles, just a tad bashful

"Got another round in you?" I grin at the older lycan.

"At least another thirty. Why? Are you going to make me fuck myself?"

"That was the idea!"

"Pff. Then let's give the pup a break."

Kobalt sighs a little as he pulls himself off, plenty of cum helping him pop free of my length. He takes my spot as I plop myself down in Grai's lap facing away from him. He lifts my tail, and I can hear him lick his lips, gripping my cheeks tightly and spreading them as he presses his shaft against my tailhole. His thickly wetted tip presses against my tight entrance, pushing inside and drawing a quick breath out of me as I clamp down on the hard intrusion.

"Mmmmrfh~ You're tight," Grai grunts, grabbing my hips and forcing my hole to take more of his length.

Rocking back and forth, he gradually stuffs more and more inside my ass, filling me wonderfully with intense pressure. I let out a gasp as his rod grinds along and past my prostate, and I finally lose my coy attitude and push myself down. We groan in unison as he sinks inside me, my legs shaking a bit as I come to rest against his knot.

"I... have really missed this," I huff, feeling his precum spurt inside of me.

"Heh. That's probably something I would have said some time back," Grai replies, wrapping his arms from under my armpits to grip my shoulders tightly.

With a heavy thrust, he rams the head of his cock against my prostate, drawing a shudder from me as he buries himself inside me in a slow, heavy tempo. Held off balance, I'm entirely at his whim as he spreads me wide on his dick, his knot pushing forcefully and insistently ever further.

"S-stop fucking yourself, stop fucking yourself," I taunt, receiving a warning growl and entirely disregarding it. "Can't stop breeding your own ass, huh?"

"Alright, you," He scoffs, wrapping his arms around my chest.

"Wha- oh ," I moan as he slams his knot inside me, ramming it straight against my pleasure point.

I shoot a rope of pre across Spark's face as Fike dumps his first load inside him, rumbling into the submissive lycan's ear and jerking his previously overlooked shaft. More of Spark's cum coats Grai's paws once more as he's filled from behind, Fike's balls audibly slapping against his own. Grai begins to hammer into me, pistoning his knot across my prostate and forcing more pre to bubble up my urethra and drip into Spark's rapidly forming puddle of cum of the floor. With a wrench, he pops the knot free of my hole and then forces it back in, knotfucking me on his spire.

"N-nnnh!" I cry, trying to form pleading words but losing them as I lose my hold on the unfamiliar form.

My fur darkens and horns sprout once more above my temples, losing muscle definition and becoming a chimeric cross between Grai and myself as my concentration is shattered upon his dick.

"I would say stop getting fucked by yourself," Grai breathes in my ear, "But it looks like you can't beat the real thing."

Gripping his forearms, I moan girlishly as his rough breeding sends me over the edge and my wobbling werewolf cock paints erratic strokes across Grai, myself, and the two rutting in front of us. In turn, I feel the bigger werewolf explode inside me. There's a warm sensation from the force of each shot of cum surging up his dick, unleashing inside my belly and slowly swelling it outward as his balls plap against mine. I'm given a full taste of the medicine I forced on Kobalt, stretched over Grai's length like his personal toy and forced to take one load after the other that bloats my stomach bigger each time.

Our rutting only spurs on Fike and Sparks, Kobalt having stepped in at some point to put Fike's tongue to work on his filled, messy tailhole and only coating poor Sparks with more cum than I already have. My vision flickers and it's not until I'm forcibly drained another couple times that Grai even begins to slow down, seemingly an overflowing tap of seed that I naively let spring forth inside myself. With a rough tug, he pops his knot free and shoots what's left of his load across the three in front of us, only adding to the mess.

"Now we know, if we're ever concerned Grai isn't actually Grai," Kobalt purrs as Fike continues to rim him, "Then all we need to do is rail his butt as hard as we can!"

"And if it turns out to actually be me, you're going to be bent over and used until cum is flowing out your ears," Grai snorts.

"Don't threaten me with a good time..."

Overwhelmed, I pass out against Grai and come to as the orgy comes to an end, rubbing my belly and quite certain Grai kept going for several more rounds. Shay and Kaelus are pouring buckets of water over the ground and using cloths to sop up the sticky residue left behind by our rutting.

"Take it outside next time, you horny bastards," Kaelus shakes his head. "And don't fuck until you can't stand. We still have a job to do, you know."

"Aye, aye, cap'n," Kobalt salutes him tiredly before receiving a splash of water from Shay nearby.

"Quit leakin' everywhere," The dark wolf chides him in a deep, highlander accent.

"Hey, we both know you got a bounty of alpha in that fluffy butt of yours," Kobalt snickers, sorely standing up.

"Yeh, and unlike you, I can hold it in. Now shoo!"

Stepping past me from where I still lay on Grai's lap, Kobalt stops for a moment and pushes my tail aside without asking to view my own used but unleaking hole. I smack his hand aside, flicking the tail back over to give myself some decency.

"Heh. Good on you," He snickers, patting my bloated belly before making his way out of the den.

I find Grai sleeping sitting up, his head leaning against my shoulder. Fike and Sparks are nowhere to be seen, but the trail of seed leading out of the cave is at least some indication.

"Welcome to the pack," Kaelus sighs as he finishes wiping up the worst of the mess with Shay.

"Oh. Here. Let me help," I murmur.

Twisting my fingers, I force all the fluid on the floor to gather in a ball, sending it hurtling outside and hearing a "Gaaah!" from Kobalt as I accidently nail him dead on with it.

"Ah. Well, that's convenient," Kaelus remarks with some relief. "So, you do have magic, then?"

"No demonic magic," I correct myself before clarifying. "I don't use it much since, you know, most everyone tends to treat it as witchcraft nowadays."

"You're an interesting one. I think I'm going to like you, Fiskir."