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Suel opened his eyes to look where he'd wound up, but he couldn't see. He tried to rub at the throbbing knot on his head, but he couldn't move his paws. Perhaps most distressing was that he didn't hear the ambient sounds of the forest; no birds chirping, no chittering, no insects milling around. Wherever he lay, it was isolated, damp, and cold; the former he knew by instinct, the latter two he could tell from his complete lack of clothing, leaving his taut bottom against the chilled stone floor of whatever dungeon he was in. The druid wasn't about to let to panic set in; every puzzle had a solution, however obscured it may have been. The only senses he could rely on were sound and smell; in the distance, he could hear the distinct echo of hooves on stone, and that most certainly meant his captors were tauren. He tilted his head back and sniffed the air intently, and past the musty gloom of the cell he imagined himself in, he so very faintly picked up musk, smelling the scent of many tauren, but he picked out other smells, too. Some canine, some feline, and even the heady, at times overbearing smell of reptilian musk. His keen ears and sharp nose gave him some idea of what lurked in store for him, but what could he do besides wait? In the near silence and total isolation, Suel shut out the world and simply meditated, waiting for whatever came his way with the resignation of a sagely druid.

The wolvar wasn't left to himself for long. The coming clomp, clomp, clomp of tauren hooves snapped him out of his trance, and his pudgy body went tense as he mulled over the data he had; the fact that he was still alive meant his captors must have had some use in mind for him, and all but one of the many possibilities he thought of were quite unpleasant. It also occurred to him that he didn't seem to be dealing with amateurs, for his powers were bound. He could sense that it was temporary, but for a time, perhaps ten hours, he was without the ability to shapeshift. Clomp, clomp, clomp. The hooves grew closer, and then he heard the fumbling of an iron latch, the creak of a tired, old wooden door, and the hooves closer than ever, now in the room with him. "Well, look who's awake now," said a deep, brutish voice. Suel felt a blunt and inarticulate paw, the fingertips capped with the hard bone of hooves, running over his head like he was some kind of a pet, but the touch was rough and uncaring. No affection. "Ah, and I'm to assume you and your friends I... Ah, smelled are responsible for my sitting in this damp, cold cell, away from my forest?" Suel said with weariness in his voice, no fear, just a jaded tone. It was clear the tauren was agitated by his pudgy prisoner's world-weary, matter-of-fact tone. He snorted, and Suel felt the hot air on his face. "Hmph! Awfully smart mouthed for someone tied up with no magic," the tauren sneered, tweaking one of the wolvar's ears. Suel winced, but his face was impassive again.

"The simple fact that you haven't killed me already is very telling," said Suel, turning his head in what he correctly assumed was the tauren's direction. "Perhaps if you untied me, I may be willing to work with you, rather than under duress?" the wolvar offered, tilting his head, but the tauren snickered and shook his head brazenly, not that Suel could see it. "Don't try to talk your way out of this, druid! There's only one reason you're here," he snorted, leaning close, so much so that his foul breath warmed the fuzzy druid's face. "Wanna know what it is?" the brute asked, his tone almost whispered, as if he was about to reveal a great secret; Suel nodded slowly. "Heheh... It's right here," lewdly grunted the tauren as he pulled his loincloth aside, rubbing the flared tip of his hanging, yet-flaccid manhood on the wolvar's thigh, into his sheath, and, for no particular reason, into his navel. Suel genuinely blushed; the situation suddenly didn't seem so unpleasant. In fact, this was the single good outcome he thought his capture could entail. "Sex, then. Pleasure," the wolvar shivered, his poker face less and less believable. The tauren drew his tongue across his own lips, and then the druid's. "Damn right... For me, and all my clan, and then, just for the hell of it, we're gonna introduce you to our four-legged friends," he said in a low register, his tone intensely lewd. Looking down, he saw the wolvar's knotted, black cock begin peeking from that fuzzy, white sheath of his; the color contrast was beautiful, he thought, but the dense creature suddenly realized that the wolvar was actually enjoying his situation!

"Hah!" he snorted, reaching down to teasingly tweak that emerging shaft, playing quite roughly with the exposed flesh; Suel shuddered and squirmed where he sat. "I don't believe it, you actually got hard when you found out you were gonna be a cock slave. Must be something about you wolvars," he mused, standing up straight. It left his now half-hard equine cock hanging in front of the wolvar's keen nose; Suel couldn't see the color, but he imagined it mottled pink and black, oozing with precum... That's what he hoped, at least. "The idea is... Not... Unappealing," Suel admitted, absently sniffing the musk that so thoughtfully emanated from the brutish creature's manhood. The tauren loosely smacked his meat across the pudgy druid's cheek and snorted in condescending laughter. "The rest of the men will love this. Guess it's a good thing we didn't just kill you outright, you know, when we found you trespassing around the camp." For Suel, dull, but recent memories started to fall into place; defending the outermost reaches of his forest and sitting down to rest when he at last discouraged the poachers he so bitterly despised. And then... And then... As if to offer him a clue, the knot between his ears throbbed painfully, and though he didn't explicitly remember it, he vividly imagined earning that lump from the business end of a club. Then, it was fairly easy to piece together; they considered killing him, and instead, they decided it might be more fun to, well, fuck him. He tried his best to be modest, but Suel praised himself for having such a cute behind.

He thought to ask what would come of him when they were done, but he thought he knew what the answer would be; he'd have to escape, but for the time being, why not enjoy himself? Dead man's last meal, if his worst fears were true. Short of defending his forest, it was the way he hoped to go. Suel parted his lips to speak, but he felt the oozing, musky flare of the tauren's penis press against his maw. His muzzle wasn't opened wide enough to allow it in, but there it sat, wedged between his lips, rubbing against his gums and teeth, its' musky payload dripping steadily. The wolvar shuddered; not a shiver, but a whole-body shudder, a tremble that sent a tingle up his spine and put a moan in his throat. Slowly, his lips parted wider; the tauren muscled his hardening penis inside. Suel couldn't begin to guess at the length, but inch after sinfully delicious inch slid past his gaping mouth. It was so wide it stretched his cheeks; so long it pushed down into his throat; so saturated in the rank bovine stench of tauren musk that it made the druid melt. He whimpered in bliss as it hilted, feeling the heavy, furred ballsack of his captor against his drooling chin and the wide flare bulging his throat. The tauren stroked the back of Suel's head as if to say good doggy, and he grunted a single word: "Suck."

And suck he did. Closing his lips around that cock, or at least as closed as he could get them, Suel started to suckle that cock, nursing the pulsating, dripping flesh, eagerly working upon it. All he could smell was the creature's musk, and it was, predictably, all he could taste as he dragged his slobbering canine tongue across that flesh. In his mind, he imagined the sight of the tauren looming over him, eclipsing whatever low light there was with his enormous bulk. The way Suel pictured him, he was beautiful; a stud with all the right proportions... Thick legs that ended in healthy, coal-black hooves, surrounded by a fluff of fur. A wide barrel chest, arms like tree trunks, and a mane of dashing hair. "Mmm..." Suel rumbled as he visualized his ideal rapist, hoping the beautiful tauren he saw was the same that had entered him. The wolvar was yanked back to reality when he felt the mighty tauren shake and snort, but if he assumed the creature was near a climax, he was mistaken; emboldened by pleasure but far from the blissful threshold of an orgasm, the tauren clutched Suel's aching skull tightly and started to hastily, mercilessly throatfuck his pudgy prey. The wolvar grunted and squirmed, rattling his chains, and a blush of incriminating pleasure lit his cheeks; as if the sensation of that flared, horse-like cock reaming his throat weren't enough for him, he felt the bovine creature's enormous, fluff-furred balls swinging up to spank his chin and throat. Down his gulping, constricting throat trickled a nonstop leak of precum, and the wolvar felt a burning in his own loins; how badly he wanted to abuse his own cock, but the opportunity was denied.

Every muscle in the tauren's body, defined by a lifetime of conflict and labor, began to tense in an awe-inspiring display, if only Suel could have seen it. His tail lashed in the blissful agitation of an orgasm, and he plunged his manhood in balls-deep, tugging on Suel's head just to be sure he was completely and absolutely buried in that throat. Only then did he toss his head back and, with a mighty bellow, he came, spilling a thick load down the wolvar's throat, directly feeding the fat little druid a few protein-rich pints of his seed. For what felt like hours, he held on tightly as he gave Suel the first of many loads in his future, but finally, after an ice age or two, the tauren let go, shoving the wolvar back to where he sat, only now panting and shuddering, drool and other things running down his chin, and in a display of futility, his own penis throbbed and squirted with precum below. "Ah, yeah," the tauren said, then, he unnecessarily added: "that felt nice." He roughly patted the druid on the head - right on his lump. Suel whined, and the tauren smirked. "So, how'd you like to get out of your chains, huh?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest, but the "cool and casual" effect was lost on Suel for reasons obvious. Still fighting to catch his breath, Suel rasped: "I'd... Like that..."

Suel should have known it wouldn't be so simple; even as dull as tauren often were, this specimen wasn't that stupid. First, he took the blindfold off of Suel, allowing him to see, for the first time, the cell he was in. It was better lit than he expected, and with his eyes so suddenly thrust from the darkness, he squinted while his pupils adjusted. Then he was able to take in the sight of the tauren; every bit as handsome and burly as Suel imagined, but his cock was a solid jet black, not the mottled color he so hoped for. Oh well, Suel thought. Through the creature's nostrils was a heavy bronze ring; his chin was well-groomed, no beard, as some tauren liked to wear. On his muzzle he wore a broad smirk, the expression he'd had on since he learned how willing the druid was. "Well... The chains?" Suel asked in a small voice, offering the tauren a disarming, cute smile. The bovine shook his head slowly, and Suel's smile vanished. "You could just run right out the door. I know how cunning you wolvars can get," he scolded, even going so far as to wag a finger in Suel's direction, then he grabbed a potion from an adjacent table. The concoction was a sickly green color at one angle and a bruised purplish-blue from another; all Suel knew for certain was that the hue made him feel ill at the prospect of drinking it, but thankfully - at least in a twisted, backhanded kind of way - the tauren had other ideas.

Effortlessly, with only a single paw, the tauren moved Suel to his paws and knees, still rendered helpless by the chains. The new position saw his cute behind prone, with only his striped, short tail for protection; it was quickly lifted out of the way. "A potion like this'd take too long for your stomach to process it," the tauren said with a surprising intelligence in his voice; maybe there was more to him than met the eye. "But if you take it this way," he said, sliding a finger between the druid's cheeks, prodding his snug tail hole, "it'll take effect in about two minutes." Suel's cheeks flushed with a blush unlike any other before; he'd done a lot of strange things, he admitted, but drinking potions with his bottom? Before he could open his lips to squeak out a protest, the tauren had pressed the tapering, smooth neck of the glass bottle to his pucker, and the wolvar was unable to stop himself; he moaned. Grinning, the tauren pushed it in an inch or so and tilted the bottle, pouring it in, and the druid felt the most bizarre sensation. It flowed like liquid, but as it met the flexing, tender flesh inside of him, it turned to gel, coating his walls, rapidly seeping into his bloodstream, and that's when he felt it take hold; as the tauren slid the bottle free and carelessly tossed it away, whereupon it shattered, Suel's body was struck with fatigue, but only of the physical kind. He could move, yes, but his muscles protested, his legs were weary. He was as aware and horny as ever, but he felt, for lack of a better word, lazy. Cripplingly lazy. Completely pliable to whatever his temporary masters desired of him. "Ugh..." The wolvar grunted, letting his face press against the cold stone. "Works quick, doesn't it?" said the tauren, unfastening the chains.

Suel looked up at the door; it was open! He could have easily outrun the tauren, even if he was pleasantly out of shape. And of course he tried, but he couldn't find the will to push himself up to his feet. The floor was where he stayed. He did manage to roll over, but, a testament to his weakness, he couldn't even find the strength to paw at his erection. The tauren howled with laughter at Suel's predicament, squatting down beside the helpless wolvar, wagging a finger in front of his face. "See? I knew you'd try to run! Key word here is try, of course..." As casually as can be, the bovine picked up Suel by the scruff, and he toted the potbellied druid off. As he was carted down the hall, they passed an open doorway that led to the outdoors; Suel reached for it helplessly, somewhat childishly believing if he could just get his paw out the door, he could escape, but he couldn't even get close.

Suel was carried down a myriad of passages, a dizzying maze, past many chambers of loot and weapons. Finally, they entered a den of tauren. He saw two, three, four, five, finally six of the bovine creatures. They had been milling around - drinking, partaking in contests of strength, and two had, in plain view, even been jerking one another off - but all eyes fell on Suel as he entered, an arm's length before the bronze-ringed tauren. Suel found the strength to offer an out-of-place wave and a smile. They smiled back, toothily. "Do the rest of you men remember, after last month's failed raid, when I promised something to cheer everybody up?" asked the bronze-ringed tauren, fast becoming the leader in Suel's eyes. Before anybody could spout off an answer, he dropped the wolvar on the heavy wooden table in the center of the den, his pudgy bottom landing on an emptied, but dirty plate. There the druid sat, looking dazed and just a little bit bashful, still sporting a turgid erection when the tauren converged on him. Hanging back, the leader (whose name Suel overheard in a flurry of gratitude - Kavaj) hung back and simply watched; by no means was he done, but he felt he deserved a break after clubbing, drugging, binding, and facefucking the wolvar.

Twelve meaty paws took hold of Suel in a whirlwind of gropes, pulls, rubs and tweaks, and their targets were indiscriminate; one of the brutes went right for his rear, squeezing his cheeks, prodding his tail hole, and another groped and kneaded on a foot, grinding his loincloth-clad package on it. It left the wolvar at a loss; here were six tall, muscular, domineering bovine creatures with enormous endowments and overachieving libidos, rubbing their bodies against him, molesting him as though he was simply a piece of property, a sex toy to be used and then stuffed in the bottom of a sock drawer, and he couldn't even resist them... And then he wondered what the downside was, exactly; he fully dismissed the notion as he felt a long, thick finger push knuckle-deep in his rear. Suel panted, whimpered, and squirmed as the horsedicked brutes had their way with him. It seemed nobody was intent on getting off just yet; for now, they ruthlessly took inventory of his body, testing his limits and exploring every inch of flesh, inside and out. As much as he loved all their paws on his body, he had a soft spot for the finger inside of him; he clenched lovingly on it and closed his eyes, and it squirmed inside of him, rubbing over his snug, tender walls. In the midst of all the wanton touching, he felt a strong hand clutch his penis and stroke the flesh hard and fast; at last! Over the idle grunts, murrs, snorts, and chatter, he picked out one voice: "Check out his knot, nice," punctuated with a squeeze on the aching gland. Suel cried out in bliss. "Just like the wolves, you grope 'em like that, they'll cum every time..." And Suel's climax came shortly after the second squeeze; clenching powerfully on the finger inside, he howled with pleasure and filled the paw clutching his erection, leaving it dripping with semen. In his afterglow, they still molested him; trickling from his muzzle was an intensely content but inarticulate stream of moans and growls, infinitely chained together. "Mmrrmrmrrrrrmmmrmmmmn..."

In a haze of pleasure, the drugged wolvar was completely pliable to the wants and needs of the tauren. As the finger slid free of his rump, he quickly found it replaced, for the owner of it knelt between his spread legs, pressing something much thicker and more loving than a finger against his trembling pucker. Clutching his thighs, the tauren pushed his member inside with some effort, working against the druid's tightly clenched pucker to force the flared tip of his penis inside, but once past it, the bovine sank in to the hilt with great haste, until Suel felt the creature's coarsely-furred balls against his prone bottom. He tried to examine the tauren, but the light was hopelessly dim, and the broad bulk of the male inside of him easily eclipsed the flickering torch on the wall, leaving him with an otherworldly, dull glow. In the shadowy figure, Suel saw the menacing gleam of teeth and beady eyes, and he soon started to screw the helpless wolvar, fucking his prostrate body hard and fast, something Suel was absolutely fine with. He bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling, focusing on nothing in particular as he was fucked and molested, but, predictably, another tauren wanted a turn with him. The heavy, musky creature climbed over top of him, facing the warrior that had already claimed the prisoner's ass, and he left no question as to what he wanted. He pressed his muscular rear against Suel's muzzle, pushing down until the pudgy creature's snout pushed between his cheeks. Suel shivered and closed his eyes, forced to take in the bovine's heavy, domineering musk, and he started to fervently lap across the tauren's smooth taint and snug tail hole.

Suel couldn't anything besides the tauren's taut, black ass, and he drew his tongue across the brute's quivering entrance again and again. The tauren pounding him started to truly rut him, his balls audibly smacking into the wolvar's bottom with each pump. Every time he bucked into Suel, he lifted the druid's hips, at first only a little bit, but as time went on, every thrust saw him rise and fall a few inches. With such a superb angle, the tauren's flared member rubbed into Suel's prostate again and again, sending trembling waves of pleasure up the wolvar's spine. Though still in his afterglow, he savored the feeling of erotic bliss, and in turn gave greater pleasure to the tauren squatting over him. No longer licking the surface of the creature's asshole, the wolvar started to roll his smooth, canine tongue and force it inside, lapping intently upon the tender, flexing surface of the bovine brute's anal walls. He felt the mighty warrior shudder and heard his groan, then felt the telltale dribble of precum from his shaft. It soaked the cuddly, plush fluff on the wolvar's chest, matting the fur down with its' slimy consistency, and he enjoyed that sensation, too. Having one tauren smothering him with its' rear and another destroying his own wasn't enough for the well-hung kidnappers; he felt a pair of powerful hands around his ankles, manipulating his calloused, but adorable hind paws however they saw fit, and, not surprisingly, he soon felt a throbbing, turgid tauren cock sandwiched between them. As Suel didn't have the energy to give a footjob even if he wanted to, the bovine did all the work, holding his paws tightly together, roughly bucking in and out of their warm grip, smearing the fur with his slippery slime. Even as weathered as his feet were from a lifetime in the woods, Suel moaned and shivered at the sensation.

In the midst of this debauchery, Suel felt the tauren fucking him start to shudder, able to feel it through their contact. He felt the bovine's shaft throb and twitch, gushing with unspeakable amounts of pre, and after what felt like an eternity or three of his frantic, nearly hysterical bucking, the mighty horned creature came, sullying Suel's snug walls with many ropes of his thick male goo, saturating his tight walls in a way far more warm and loving than the potion had, and it sent a blissful shiver up the wolvar's spine. Far too soon to enjoy his afterglow, the tauren pulled free; Suel winced, but then sighed, unhappy to have such a pleasant, full warmth trickling out of him. It surprised him that his rump was unattended to for such a long time afterwards; for the better part of an entire minute, he lapped across the tight walls of the tauren above him and suffered through having his feet rubbed against a pulsating, equine penis, until finally, another one of them knelt down to make use of his behind. This one was more careful than the first, not that it really mattered by that point. Gently, he pressed the flared, pink tip of his member against Suel's gaping, dribbling tail hole, and slowly, he pushed it in. Beyond a brief tensing of his protesting muscles and a soft hiss, the wolvar showed not a single sign of pain, and within a few more seconds, the bovine had hilted, and yet more seconds later, he started to slowly make sloppy-seconds love to the wolvar. Suel cooed and moaned in great appreciation of the tauren's slow attentions, and, without much else choice, he rewarded the one sitting on his face, licking firmly upon the flesh closest to his prostate. He knew just when he stumbled across that tender gland, for the bovine clenched and groaned with outspoken pleasure, matting the druid's fur down with yet more of his slippery precum.

Suel was now back in control of his senses, though his body still betrayed him, still under the lazy haze of the potion. Over top of him, he heard the tauren talking amongst themselves, his keen ears missing nothing, though nothing they said was terribly interesting. The tauren who hadn't yet gotten a turn with Suel voiced their complaints, quite colorfully encouraging the others to hurry up; he was flattered that they wanted him so badly. The tauren fucking him didn't change his pace or disposition, but the one he rimmed and the other at his feet both did; the latter started to pant, bucking harder and harder, more sloppily fucking the wolvar's feet, and the bovine on top of him pulled up and off, flipping over so he straddled Suel's head. Without even giving him a second to adjust, that tauren plowed his throbbing manhood into the wolvar's warm, tight muzzle, all the way down into his throat, grinning in satisfaction once his balls pressed up against the druid's chin. "Suck and swallow it, Kavaj told me your muzzle's something that has to be experienced," he growled down to Suel, tugging on his ears in a little bit of brutal encouragement. Suel didn't need it, but he understood the message behind it, and wisely, he began to suck and gulp, making the best use of his tongue that he could, but in such confined quarters, it was up to his tight throat and velvety, sucking muzzle. In a way, he had to admire the sheer flexibility of the tauren's member, bent into a nearly U shape in his throat.

While he did his very best to suck that tauren off, Suel felt a sticky warmth literally covering his weak paws, soaking into the weathered flesh and coarse fur of his feet, leaving him with glistening, splotchy-white socks. The feeling left a blush on his cheeks, and he absently curled his clawed toes, loving the feel of that slime squishing between them. Over top of him, the tauren buried in his muzzle started to buck his hips, and it became clear that he would be next. Within only a few precious minutes, he sent a very thick, hot load down the wolvar's throat, joining Kavaj's, giving the fat wolvar a second course of tauren protein. Now with disinterest, the brute pulled free and dismounted, but not before giving the wolvar a surprise smack! across the face with his slobbery, dripping meat, through which he wore a broad smirk. Suel could only blush and flatten his ears, left with no choice but to take it, but he didn't think he would've minded that overbearing dominance even with his powers available to him...

In short order, the second tauren to claim his rump started to heave and shudder in the familiar onset of a climax. Unhindered by other bodies, Suel used all his strength to incline himself, to look the pumping, grunting bovine in the eyes, offering him a playful grin. The tauren grinned back and stroked down the wolvar's dampened chest, leaning down to nuzzle the prone creature. As they bumped noses, the tauren finally shuddered and let loose, spilling his load, coating what little flesh the first tauren had missed with his own seed. Suel shivered and squirmed, nuzzling intently against the creature so intimately buried in him, but the moment didn't last. In the interest of passing the druid on to the last two tauren, he pecked Suel on the lips then quickly pulled free, taking to the sidelines as the last two of the bulky warriors stepped up. One was solid black, a beautifully dark creature with a solid obsidian penis to match, but the other bore the traditional black and white cow pattern, with a mottled pink-and-black shaft hanging over a plump, white scrotum. The black tauren pulled Suel closer until his head hung over the edge of the table, and with Suel in such a compromising position, he slid in to the druid's hot muzzle with a coy grin. The black and white tauren had a very different idea, one that truly surprised Suel; he straddled the prone wolvar's hips and allowed that black, knotted cock up between his furry ass cheeks, and in one swift motion, he impaled himself on it with a grunt of a snort. Suel shook and groaned around the black cock in his maw, welcoming the unexpected pleasure of such a tight tauren behind on his swollen member.

With no need to hurry, these two tauren started off slowly. The bovine in Suel's warm muzzle began bucking his hips at a pace the wolvar found quite agreeable, and the other tauren, be it from a desire to savor the sex or simply because he was unaccustomed to being the catcher, was similarly slow and considerate. Closing his pretty, blue eyes, Suel lazily lavished the black penis in his maw, and with his gradually returning strength, he stroked the creature's behind. By no means was his touch domineering, for his fingers stayed far from the inviting crack of the tauren's ass; he simply worshipped those taut cheeks with his soft fingers. The tauren rumbled in pleasure, both from the druid's sucking muzzle and at the notion of having his backside not touched, but worshipped; of course such rough barbarians responded well to worship and reverence, for in their entitled minds, they were deserving of only the most respectful touch. Anyone who thought otherwise would wind up dead and looted. "This little doggy really knows his place... And you said we get to keep him, Kavaj?" asked the black tauren with a grin Suel couldn't see; the lack of a verbal response told him the leader just nodded. So you hope, Suel thought to himself... Though it was laced with doubt, and he wondered how bad an existence as their plaything would be, had he not had obligations...

"Ah... Ooh, I like his knot," the black and white bovine rumbled, bumping down against that swollen gland with every descent, but he wasn't yet trying to take it in. "Heh... You know if you wanted knots, you could just smear some wolf piss on your rear and go lay in the grass outside, don't you?" one of the other tauren sneered, something the black and white tauren answered only with a haughty snort. Suel blushed at the thought of a well-hung, thick-knotted wolf, and it was no coincidence that he began gulping with a great, hungry lust upon the black tauren cock that pumped the depths of his muzzle and throat. With a deep sigh, the black bovine did what he could to relax, but it was a losing battle. Suel swallowed, sucked, and slobbered, not so much with great skill, but simple lust. "Ugh, yes..." The recipient of all this attention shuddered, rolling his eyes back, arching his spine in sexual delight. His meaty paws stroked with possessiveness over the wolvar's body, squeezing and groping upon his pudgy stomach with bony, hoof-tipped fingers. "Let's keep this druid forever... I say we give him enough of that potion to strip him of his powers completely, then we leash him up in here." He offered his plan to Kavaj with a broad grin, but he cut it down with a stern "No," much to Suel's relief. "Keeping him drugged and raping him constantly is one thing. Stripping his powers is simply cruel, and besides, it could kill him, and where's our plaything then?"

At least Suel knew his powers were safe, provided he could recover them - but that was quite a ways off, and so he focused on what was at hand; the tauren studs and their fine, brutish bodies. With his plan shot down, the black tauren worked in silence, not even moaning, but the other bovine was noisy enough for the both of them. Clearly, as he bounced and snorted, pumping his shaft and pressing down against Suel's knot, he was a natural bottom; Suel wondered if he didn't offer his behind to his fellow tauren. "Yes... I love this knot," said the black and white bovine with a shudder, bouncing harder and faster, bringing so much of his great weight down that it started to bruise Suel's hips, not that he was in much of a position to complain - or that he wanted to. What pleasure he got from that tauren he paid back to the other by sucking yet harder, squeezing down on his muscular ass cheeks with more of his strength returning to him. Soon, the black tauren interrupted his miffed silence for a very brief, simple, yet clear uttering: "Shit... Gonna cum soon!" Not two seconds after he grunted the words, he tensed and shot a thick load down Suel's throat, so much that the wolvar murred with contentment, relishing the sensation of yet more fertile, gooey warmth swimming in his stomach. All through the tauren's climax and into his afterglow, Suel swallowed and slobbered, tugging at the dark fur on the tauren's behind, returning the rough, absent groping that was being inflicted on his stomach.

With a snort and a resigned sigh, the black tauren pulled his member free of Suel's maw. He exited slowly, letting his already flaccid dick flop between the wolvar's eyes, leaving a slutty mark of jism on his forehead, smirking afterwards at the sight of it. With only one tauren left, Suel sat up - with noticeably more ease than before - to look him in the eyes, grinning impishly at the panting, trembling brute. It was such an unusual sight to see a tauren blushing, riding another creature's cock, but he didn't seem ashamed of himself, even in the midst of his fellow warriors. You're definitely the bottom of this little guild... Not that I mind it one bit, thought Suel with a benevolent look in his eyes. The wolvar laid back and simply took the tauren's bouncing hips and tight, hot ass with passiveness, feeling himself growing nearer to an orgasm at a pleasant pace. The tauren seemed to be getting there much faster as he snorted with pleasure, running his heavy hand along the length of his mottled cock faster and faster, splattering Suel's body with precum. "You're lucky, wolvar... It's a privilege to enter me," said the submissive tauren with a grin, though he was quickly refuted by Kavaj: "Yes, a privilege; you're only jealous because this fat druid's gonna be filling your position of bitch." Though the black and white tauren grunted and shot back at Kavaj with a glare, he said nothing, only riding the wolvar in suitably reverent silence.

Minutes later, the tauren pounded himself down harder and harder, grunting and snorting, his eyes shut tight, his jaws clenched in concentration and exertion. With a pained snarl rumbling in his throat, he impaled himself completely on Suel, letting that swollen canid knot past the threshold of his tight asshole. The druid cried out with sexual bliss; the tight, loving squeeze of a hot orifice was just the push he needed to finally climax, and he wound up sharing the pleasure with the submissive tauren. As the bulky, muscular creature splooged buckets over his pudgy stomach, smooth chest, and cute face, Suel pumped a more reserved, but equally potent load into the receptive tauren, who shuddered and sighed as he came into his afterglow. "Aaah... So that's what a knot feels like..." He mused, putting a heavy, somewhat clumsy paw on the druid's chest, rubbing around in the sullied fur, smearing his semen about. "And that's what a tauren behind feels like on my knot," Suel chuckled, closing his eyes just to rest them, but with the final effect of the waning exhaustion potion, he found himself completely overtaken, and he swiftly passed out.

As Suel awoke, he heard the soothing noises of the forest night - insects chittering, birds cooing, and a few four-legged animals verbally saluting the moon, but he didn't think, even for a second, that he was free. He still smelled the scent of the tauren close by, and he could tell, as he looked around and saw a sturdily-built fence, made of dense, sharpened pikes well over twenty feet high, that he was still in their territory. Looking around the massive yard, he saw a veritable habitat; trees, a swamp, even a cave. More and more, Suel was becoming aware of a great number of scents besides those of the tauren. Slowly, the wolvar stood, thankful that the dulling effects of the potion had at last left his body. Wearily, he stretched, then rubbed his sore bottom, wondering what was to come next; he didn't have to wonder for very long. A tauren, much older and, in a way, dignified than the others, clomped up behind the wolvar and swatted his behind, grinning, baring yellowed teeth. Suel hadn't met this creature before; he hadn't joined in on the orgy, and though the wolvar had to wonder why, he kept the query to himself in favor of a more pressing matter: "Why am I out here?"

"Pretty simple. You're gonna be one of the pets." The tauren's grin widened, and he started to feel the wolvar up, first rubbing a paw down his chest, clutching his arm tightly with the other. Without much choice, Suel took the molestation, blushing and putting his head down; with his powers still bound, there was nothing he could do to defy such a powerful creature. "A pet," said Suel, considering the concept. It was preferable to death, but he had a forest to guard, and mates who waited for his return, but, again, until his powers returned, he was of no use. "I see. For sex, I assume?" he asked, looking up at the old tauren with what seemed to be resignation in his eyes. The bovine nodded slowly, causing the long, braided salt-and-pepper strand of beard on his chin to wag. "We'll use you when we feel like it, but for the most part... You're our pets' pet." That grin was so wide, Suel expected his face to split open like some demonic monster. Pets' pet? "You mean, ah... Animals? Four-legged animals?" Suel squeaked, biting his lip afterwards, and as the old tauren nodded yet again, Suel briefly thought, just maybe, it wouldn't be such a bad existence. The tauren turned to leave, grunting back at the wolvar dismissively, with derision heavy on his voice: "Play nice, little druid." He laughed as he walked into the compound and slid the heavy, iron bolt shut, trapping Suel in the yard.

By no means was Suel afraid of the animals; as a druid, he had, more or less, an aura of peace about him. Most creatures could sense his disposition, and they often approached him with friendliness, or at the least, disinterest in place of aggression. Other times, if he happened to be in a particularly naughty mood, his four-legged friends could sense this, too; it wasn't an uncommon sight to stumble across the pudgy druid buried in the warmth of a feral creature, or the other way around. That wasn't to say there were never times when an animal tried to genuinely harm him, but he could count those encounters on a single paw.

Where he stood, he saw no creatures, but he felt their eyes on him, stalking him, making note of his every move. This much he could sense, and he didn't fault them; they had every reason to question his being there, to be curious. Under other circumstances, he would have wandered the yard and invited trouble, but his bottom was sore; carefully, he sat down in the grass and yawned, feeling as though he could sleep despite having spent so much of the day unconscious. I'll lay down for just a little bit, he thought, as he eased back into the grass, and promptly fell asleep. The druid was only given a precious few minutes of rest before one of the watching creatures came to investigate. Had Suel been awake, he would've appreciated the sight of the creature; a wolf. Young and healthy, a solid black, he seemed to be the alpha of all the lupine pets the tauren kept, for the rest stayed in the safety and obscurity of the woods as he scouted. Slowly, his paws making no sound against the dirt, he skulked closer to Suel, and finally, he loomed over the wolvar. Not once did the lupine see him as a challenge or a meal, but a curiosity, and he slobbered the side of the wolvar's face. Suel awoke with a lazy grunt, and he absently batted at the creature. The wolf yipped in surprise and sat down; he would've attacked any other creature, but he seemed to look on Suel with some reverence. Rubbing the shallow sleep from his eyes, Suel focused and took in the sight of the wolf, then smiled pleasantly. "Well, well, well... What a pretty boy we have here."

The wolvar reached out and scratched under the lupine's chin, grinning at the way he started to grumble and kick like an enraptured puppy. He cooed sweet little nothings to the wolf as he rubbed and scratched, and his eyes took inventory of the rest of the creature; lean muscles, a healthy, clean coat of fur, and, what Suel liked best, a plump sheath and balls to match, covered in a dense gray fluff like the rest of the wolf's underside. Unabashedly, he slid his other paw down the wolf's chest and over his belly, letting it come to rest on that sheath. With a skilled, loving touch, he kneaded the creature, groping and rubbing the length of his sheath, though he also paid close attention to that swollen scrotum. Soon, the wolf started to pant, and he flopped to his side, rear legs splayed, presenting himself fully to the wolvar. At the same time he put himself on display, the pointed, red tip of his member peeked from its' sheath, and Suel leaned close to it, sniffing deeply at the alpha's musk as he dragged his tongue slowly across the exposed, dripping tip of his cock. More and more of that shaft slid free, and Suel lavished every inch of it with his loving tongue. The more he licked, the faster it came, soon well past five, six, seven, even eight inches. At long last, the lupine sported a tapering, knotted cock of nine and a half inches, throbbing mightily against the chilly air of the night, oozing constantly with slippery precum. The wolvar took it between his lips and began sucking, closing his eyes in contentment as he pleased the handsome wolf. Had his rump been a little less sore, he would've gladly bent over and lifted his tail... But he had the feeling not every creature there would give him the choice.

The wolf growled and whined for Suel, squirming beneath, panting hard and heavy as the two-legged creature sucked him off. Playfully, Suel's fingertips trailed over the wolf's puckered tail hole, rubbing and teasing that tender orifice while his lips pressed against his wide, swollen knot. Though it was so much smaller than the tauren cocks from before, Suel found the wolf infinitely more enjoyable, and all because of that fat, throbbing knot. True, he preferred to have them underneath his tail, but he was just so sore... Yet the more he thought about it, to have that handsome wolf over top of him, growling, biting, fucking... Suel shuddered and pulled back; the wolf sat up and offered him a curious look and a cute arf? "Here," Suel purred, dropping to his all fours, exposing his taut bottom. Though his cheeks were encrusted with the leftovers of his tauren captors, and his tail hole was bruised, abused, and sore, he offered himself, waving his tail in open invitation. The wolf came close and gave Suel's rump a tentative sniff or two, and then he slurped across the druid's puckered entrance. Suel shuddered and groaned, arching his back at the sensation. After so many abusively forced fuckings, the lupine's warm, wet tongue was a soothing feeling, but he enjoyed only a few licks before the wolf wanted more.

Growling, unnecessarily asserting his dominance, the four-legged creature mounted Suel, so tall that, resting on the druid's back, his forepaws brushed the ground. The handsome alpha guided his throbbing, wet penis between the wolvar's cheeks and against his loosened pucker, entering it without care or mercy. Suel gasped in sharp pain, going so far as to whine, but he loved the sensation; he found it hard not to enjoy the feeling of a throbbing knot against his asshole. "Mmm...! Oh, my, yes..." He hissed, closing his eyes tight. A more intelligent creature may have waited and even asked if Suel was okay, but not a horny wolf; Suel admired and relished the callous way he began to buck his hips, huffing and snarling as he carelessly defiled the druid's already well-defiled rear. Every thrust of his powerful back legs pounded that big, red-white knot against Suel's woefully yielding tail hole, like a fist punching against him, threatening to punch into him with a little bit more force every time. Suel was half-wild with pleasure and pain, the line blurred beyond recognition for him; he howled and moaned for the wolf, scratching the dirt with his claws, uprooting grass and weeds, but he didn't notice it. He chattered a stream of blissful little nothings to the domineering wolf. Oh, good boy, yes, yes, don't stop! Don't stop! Good wolf! Handsome wolf, fuck me, I belong to you...! The wolf didn't understand a word of it, but he knew the wolvar's tone, he heard the subtle whine in his voice: submission. He bit the wolvar's scruff and snarled into his ears, issuing a reply just as hysterical and passionate, and Suel knew what it meant. This wasn't the first time he played the role of bitch.

"Yes, mmmn, yes!" Suel howled, his own shaft not oozing with pre, but shooting the sticky slime. His own knot pulsed with the quick pace of his heart and lungs, and something magical happened. It was the most perfect thing in that situation, just the right thing for the wolf to do to make that moment utter bliss: he popped his knot in. With a mighty snarl followed by a howl from deep in his chest, the lupine forced that big, bulging knot in like the fleshy fist that it was, wrenching Suel's abused asshole wider than any of the tauren had been able to in one swift thrust. Still howling, that handsome wolf sullied Suel's walls even further, filling him with a king-sized load of wolf jism. Suel himself didn't climax, but it wasn't for a lack of effort on the wolf's part. The wolvar collapsed into the grass, his erection rubbing harmlessly into the ground beneath, and he panted hard. One down, he thought, suddenly wondering just how many pets the tauren had. His senses were heightened in the heat of the moment; he smelled wolves, he smelled foxes, he smelled bears, tigers, reptiles. It would be a long, busy night...

Suel savored the moment he had to rest, closing his eyes and snuggling into the tickling embrace of the grass. Over top of him, the satiated lupine growled pleasantries into his ears and licked with a haughty, possessive air upon his scruff. The wolvar smiled at the sensation and wiggled his bottom against the four-legged creature, but their playful, post-coitus antics were interrupted when three more wolves stepped up. Two were males, and as they sat, Suel could clearly see their red rockets near their bellies, both of them smaller than the alpha, and younger too. They looked lanky and immature, but no doubt they planned to give the druid their worst. The third was a female, and she was positively beautiful. Older than the alpha, but not by much, her fur was a fine, dark black with a mesmerizing sheen under the moon, and her eyes glowed with a sexual fire in them, speaking but one word to the pudgy, prostrate creature: heat. Muscling her way past the two young ones, she leaned down low and sniffed Suel's face intently. The alpha started to snarl, but she ended the conflict; all Suel heard was a click of teeth, followed by a sharp yelp, and the alpha protested no more, shrinking down against the wolvar's back with a defeated whimper.

Unhindered, the fine wolfess inspected the new arrival, and, seemingly satisfied with him, she licked his nose. Suel chuckled, then spoke sweetly to the wolfess, praising her beauty and demeanor, and she seemed to enjoy the tone, if nothing else. Slowly, she turned completely around and lifted her tail, offering the druid an unobstructed view of her swollen, black mound, reeking of musk, heat, and the need to breed. The sight made Suel's mouth water and the smell strangled a needing, soft whine from his throat. Fruitlessly, he tried to scoot forward for a lick, but, as though she was capable of understanding teasing, she pulled away only an inch or two then turned, giving his nose a pleasant lick afterwards. With a soft bark, she shooed the two young wolves, and they reluctantly skulked back into the darkness of the trees. She laid across from Suel, staring him down, her tail flicking as she waited and waited for the alpha to leave. As she laid so close by, her scent washed over Suel, and for the half-hour or so it took for the alpha's knot to disgorge, he was helpless. Completely pliable to her charms. And as the chief wolf slid his shaft free, followed shortly by a torrent of his thick lupine seed, she stepped closer to him again.

Had he not been entranced and intoxicated by the wolfess, Suel may have registered the awkward sensation of lukewarm semen flooding out of him and felt a little bit embarrassed at how loose and gouged his tail hole felt, but he felt nothing like that. In fact, he was a completely selfless creature, more so than even his druid lifestyle imposed on him; all that mattered was her. Her pleasure. To satisfy her needs. Slowly, he moved up to his knees, and she stepped closer; again, she presented herself, her tail high, exposing both her tight, pink tail hole and her throbbing vulva, but it was clear where his attention was desired. Moving a paw down, Suel rubbed across the wolfess' need, not penetrating her yet. He respectfully traced his fingers upon and around it, and the more he slowly molested her, the thicker the smell got; a reward, or maybe bait to make him rub harder, to do more than just rub. With a curt growl, she rolled over on her back, her hind legs splayed wildly, making a wide arrow with the limbs, one that pointed down to a very specific target. Suel knew his place and his duty, and he leaned closer, closer still, until his nose bumped that mound. Then, he licked slowly across the agitated, pulsing flesh; she whined and bucked against his muzzle. Unable to conceal his blush and sporting a mighty erection, the wolvar worked his trembling tongue into the wolf's warmth, uttering a blissful groan as he tasted her walls, slick with moisture and heavy with musk.

When his tongue could sink no deeper, the wolvar began licking in whatever direction struck him, slurping quite contently across her walls. More and more, her scent took over him, replacing any rational thoughts with lust and enslavement. A less-interested creature may have been able to resist her charms, but not Suel, who wanted the wolfess to begin with. He was helpless, and he was content with his fate as he ate her warm cunt with more and more sloppy, slobbery slurps, while his cock oozed a trail of slime on the ground beneath. Soon, she caught wind of his scent, that pulsing wolvar cock filled with blood, waiting for some warm, snug pussy to fill; she had just the thing for it. With a commanding bark, she kicked at Suel to force him away, and then she flopped over on her legs. Her upper body was low to the ground, but her rear was presented, her tail wagging. The look in her eyes as she gazed back at him gave him permission to enter her, and Suel wasted no time in pleasing what had become his queen over the last half-hour. Quickly, he moved to his knees and guided his manhood against her warm, needing muff, and he slid it in with an eager buck and a soft, gasping moan. Suel's warm paws clutched her hips as he pushed in deep, and his knot kissed up to her cunt. She was delighted, clenching down on him with a content, murring rumble in her chest, and her juices trickled around his knot, dampening the fur of his sheath and scrotum before dripping to the ground beneath.

Suel didn't talk in any comprehensible language; he growled, rumbled, and panted as he slowly bred that queen bitch wolf, speaking the tongue of horny beasts fluently, and she responded in kind. "Mmrmrrgh... Rrrrf, mmmn! Rrrrgh!" Suel grunted; "Rrrrn, mmmn, nnnh...!" she replied. He gushed his sticky precum into her, mingling with her own slippery fluids, and the wolvar-wolf genital concoction soaked into the dirt beneath their grinding, slapping bodies. With every powerful buck of his hips, Suel's dangling balls swung harmlessly between the wolf bitch's splayed, trembling legs. The more she whined and growled her tuneless noises to him, the more Suel was fixated on knotting that cunt. He didn't just want to tie with her, he was ob_sessed_ with burying his bone. She wanted it too, pushing her hips back against him, grinding her swollen snatch roughly against that bulging canine gland. She looked pitiful with her tongue hanging low and in the dirt. Her eyes were clenched shut, and she whimpered in absolute need. I've got what you need, beautiful wolf bitch, Suel thought as he rubbed his knot against her cunt. Right... Here! With a mighty howl of pleasure, the fat druid's knot was forced in, accompanied by only a subtle, but incredibly lewd slurping, sucking sound as it entered. The wolfess cried out with a howl to the moon above, and her needing pussy quickly milked an intense orgasm out of the wolvar. With no reluctance, only a deep moan and a bright blush, Suel's seed gushed into the wolfess, coating her walls like a thick paste, and he collapsed on top of her, growling in blissful sexual contentment.

The two younger wolves that the queen bitch had shooed away earlier returned, but this time, she was satisfied, and she did nothing to drive them off - not that she could, pinned and knotted as she was. Unabashedly, the wolves circled once then moved in quickly, nuzzling and sniffing intently at Suel's prone rump. The wolvar teased them, batting at their muzzles with his tail, but it only served to embolden the young wolves, and they nipped here and there with indignant growls welling up in their throats. "Ooh, mmm... Feisty things, aren't you?" said Suel to nobody in particular, really, resting his head on the wolfess' back with a content sigh. If those handsome young wolves wanted to have their way with him, there wasn't a thing he could do, and he really didn't want to stop them anyway... At least, not until he realized they were doing something unheard of. At first, it seemed like they were fighting for dominance as they both did their best to mount Suel; over the course of a minute or two, he felt the dripping tips of their aching members brush against his defiled, loosened pucker, but somehow, be it by mistake or some greater intelligence Suel was unaware of, they slid their shafts in together, wrenching a sharp cry from the wolvar, awkwardly leaning against one another with almost their rear legs tangled in an almost comical way. They showed no signs of conflict or sibling rivalry; within a few moments, they began to smoothly breed the wolvar as one creature, growling and rumbling affectionate noises to him.

Suel trembled in pain; even after six tauren and a huge, knotted wolf cock, taking two more at once was still asking a lot. He reasoned with himself that if he hadn't been worked open so thoroughly already, he might have passed out, and for a time, he wished for the embrace of unconsciousness as he whimpered and felt tears well up in his eyes. Of course, it didn't hurt forever; ever the shameless, naughty creature, Suel enjoyed even this depraved double-penetration, pushing back against the two wolves and their swollen knots, shuddering at the way the bitch's snug pussy held on to him so tightly, even now refusing to release his knot. The two males picked up their pace, and Suel felt both of their heavy, swinging scrotums smacking into his own while rivers of sticky pre spilled into him, mercifully lubricating the wicked penetration. Soon, too soon for his own liking, they started to force their knots against him, and worryingly, they still bucked in perfect tandem, pounding their two thick, veiny knots against his tail hole, already stretched to capacity, but Suel was about to find his limits broken again. As the two brother wolves forced their knots in with a mighty buck of their hips and a low, rather soothing howl, Suel's whimpering squeals hit a pitch so horrible that it was silent. When their seed gushed into his bowels, mingling with countless other loads from a number of donors, he realized, in a moment of clarity, that his belly was bulging. It had come on subtly, so much so that he didn't notice it before, but as those two virile young studs filled him, giving their semen no room to escape with their knots pressed together, he became aware of just how fat he looked and felt.

When the alarming pain of his double-knotting started to subside, Suel realized tears filled his eyes. He shuddered and wiped them away, then nuzzled helplessly into the scruff of the wolfess. Behind him, the brothers rumbled pleasantries to Suel, telling him what a good, accommodating bitch he'd been; his unconscious whimpers and whines told them he knew it already. For an uneventful hour, they thoroughly groomed his back, but they began to fight for one reason or another; snarls and gnashing teeth broke out into biting and yelping from the both of them, and Suel knew what was coming before it happened, like an omen. In the scuffle, they yanked their knots out, and Suel did the only thing he could; he buried his muzzle in the wolfess' fluff and fought back the urge to howl with pain. For many seconds, he stayed cuddled in her warmth as a gushing torrent of fertile lupine jism flooded from his dangerously gaping tail hole, but in time, the pain became a more and more manageable ache, and he slowly moved up to his knees. He found that his own penis had since returned to its' sheath, and he dismounted the wolf; she turned, offering his cheek a lick, and then she disappeared into the trees. Suel slowly stood and looked down; his belly was back to its' normal size, and on the ground beneath was an actual puddle of white slime. He blushed at the notion of having had all of that inside of him.

Suel felt the need to at least splash some water on his face. He stumbled to the water's edge and knelt, reaching down, collecting some of the cool azure in his paws, and he briskly splashed it upon his snout with a relaxed sigh. He did it again, and again, then more carefully sipped a few handfuls of it. By the time he noticed the tail coiling around his ankle, it was much too late; in the grip of the serpent, he was pulled into the water with a yelp, but though the creature could've easily drowned him or strangled the life out of him, it didn't. Suel found himself entirely submerged, sans head; the serpent brought its' own head around and out of the water, then bumped noses with the wolvar, emitting a low, cautious hiss, one that Suel acknowledged with a flattening of his ears. If it was any kind of threat, the long-bodied creature had no intention of making good on it. Suel felt its' lengthy, cold, wide body squeeze him, but more in a way that invoked thoughts of affection; the serpent was hugging him in its' own way. With a dry chuckle, the pudgy creature squirmed in the creature's grasp, and gave it a soft kiss on the nose. Seemingly in return, the serpent flicked its' tongue across his cheek, and the druid smiled fondly. No matter how much Suel wiggled or fought against the serpent's grip, it didn't release him; with a resigned sigh, the wolvar closed his eyes and relaxed. "I suppose you're going to keep me here as long as you see fit, hm?"

That much was true, but the naughty druid soon felt something pleasant grinding against his sore behind; not one, but two serpentine shafts, both of them curved upwards, decorated with ridges and flares along their lengths. Suel could only guess at their exact size, but he put it somewhere at eight or nine inches, which was plenty, especially with two of them... He suddenly felt thankful the wolves had gotten him accustomed to taking two at a time. More and more intently, the serpent rubbed and grinded against him, slipping his dual members between the wolvar's furry cheeks, smoothly and sensually hotdogging the moaning, squirming druid. With a low hiss that was surprisingly gentle and pleasant, the serpent reassured and soothed him, nuzzling all over his face and muzzle, and in the light of the moon, he managed to catch sight of the cold creature's glistening teal hide, suddenly stricken with the beauty of it. "Ooh... Mmm, I didn't expect to fall prey to a creature like yourself... Not that I mind it too much," Suel grinned, kissing the constricting serpent on the nose. Then, with quick, calculated movements, the serpent slid both shafts against the wolvar's tail hole, hastily sinking both in the druid's well-worn bottom, meeting his resulting groan with a low, domineering hiss. With utter grace and speed, the serpent briskly mated Suel, always making sure to keep his head above the water. Suel felt especially unusual with the serpent, particularly the sensation of having so much chilled water rammed into him with every smooth buck of the slithering creature's body, though he found that, with a little time, the water soothed his aching insides.

While the serpent busily mated Suel and flitted his tongue over the wolvar's face, he quickly found himself prey to a second serpent. This one never showed its' head, and at first, Suel wondered if it wasn't just the first creature. But as time went on, he felt the distinct, dangerous maw of a serpent wrapped around his throbbing member, sucking upon it with considerable force. What's more, he felt a long, thin tongue coiling around it, squeezing tight, milking his knotted cock. Helpless and almost overwhelmed, Suel whimpered and squirmed, his eyes closed tight; between being pumped by a creature with two shafts and being sucked off with such skill by another, he felt himself growing nearer and nearer to an orgasm, but he was mistaken to think he'd get off in that serpent's muzzle. It pulled back as he started to truly struggle, and Suel wondered if he'd frightened it away, but only for a few seconds. With the same quick efficiency of the first serpent, this one wrapped itself around his body, ceasing all of his struggling entirely, and he quickly felt his needing penis sink entirely, knot included, into a deep, tight, cold cunt, one that squeezed down with indescribably blissful force on his manhood, leaving him a happily groaning wreck. If they intended to rip him apart after they were done, that would have been perfectly alright with Suel. Quickly, and just as smoothly as the male, the female started to move against the wolvar, impaling herself on his knotted cock again and again, and for the final touch, she teased over his taint and flicked his sack with the tip of her tail, teasing him in such a way that suggested he wasn't the first land-based creature she'd pleased.

"Yes... Mrrrah, yes...!" Suel grunted and huffed, biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut. With alarming speed, he neared another climax; the icy depths of her tight, gripping cunt were simply impossible to resist, and the twin members that ruthlessly plowed his behind weren't helping him hold off the inevitable orgasm. Involuntarily, the druid tensed, clenching down on the male like a vise as he pumped that female full of his sticky warmth, apparently exactly what she wanted, for shortly after, she slid free of him and disappeared into the depths of the water, never to be seen by his eyes. For many minutes to come, the male rutted him faster and harder, hissing into his ears, completely dominating the wolvar in preparation for his climax. It came on sudden and hard, and he pumped two very thick and very cold loads into the druid's snug rear. So cold was it that, even in the chilly waters, Suel genuinely shivered from its' temperature. In afterglow, the serpent butted its' head against Suel's chest fondly, nibbling over his neck, flicking his tongue along it, but in time, it slid free, and as dismissively as the female, he disappeared into the water. Panting and shivering, Suel waded the short distance to the shore and hauled himself up on the grass, suddenly relishing the warm, humid air of the night.

What came next wasn't much of a surprise for Suel after he considered all that he'd been through. As he laid by the miniature lake, utterly soaked and wanting only to sleep, he was dragged off by the owner of the impressive cave; what else but a bear? It didn't roar or snarl or do anything to attempt to frighten the wolvar or assert its' dominance; it just abducted him, yanking the dripping creature into its' den. In the same vein, Suel didn't scream or yelp in terror, because he could sense the creature's intentions, the same as every other creature who lived in the tauren habitat; sex. And as he was unceremoniously dragged into the bear den, lit surprisingly well by a fissure in the ceiling that allowed the moonlight through, Suel saw a handful of the tall, menacing creatures. Two males, including the one that had a paw on his scruff, and two females; he could tell them apart by smell with ease. They laid around with a distinct laziness, though one was just finishing a meal, her snout covered with blood, the upturned ribcage of what was once a deer nearby. Suel gulped at the prospect of being food, a justifiably hard-to-ignore fear even with the knowledge that he was wanted for pleasure. The male set him down in the center of the den, and the light was cast down on him like a spotlight as the growling, lumbering, thick creatures sniffed him up one side and down the other, absently batting at him with their huge and clumsy paws, nearly knocking the wind out of him with even the simplest of bumps. Suel knew first-hand how powerful bears were, and the fact that he could easily be snuffed out even by accident wasn't lost on him.

One of them leaned in close and, after sniffing him, gave his face a huge, obnoxious, slobbery slurp that matted his fur down in one spot and quite comically styled it upwards in another. The wolvar blinked several times, then gently patted her on the muzzle, an action she appreciated with a rumbling growl. "Glad I meet your approval," he remarked, keeping his tone gentle and friendly, not a hard task for him. "Let's hope you don't wish for a snack after-" Suel wasn't allowed to finish his sentence, for the female knocked him over, winding him, and the only noise that escaped his emptying lungs was a two-syllable sound, a very meek ooh-woo. Suel didn't argue as she snuffled into his crotch and slurped from his scrotum all the way up to the middle of his belly, drawing a moan out of the druid. As far as he was concerned, any creature over ten feet tall that could decapitate him with a single swipe could do as it pleased as long as he wasn't being harmed. She slurped again, and then again, and when his black, knotted shaft began to slide free, she nuzzled intently into it, growling in a bear's best approximation of pleasantry. Suel echoed the sentiment with a content rumbling in his chest, and he stroked between her ears, bearing a naughty grin. The giant creature laid back as if to present herself, but Suel wasn't given the chance to enter her. The male that had dragged him in in the first place forced his way between them, then pinned the wolvar down on his stomach. He gasped and whined, feeling the ursine's sheath grinding against his ass, still well-worn and throbbing with pain, and not about to get any better, it seemed. And just when he was coming to enjoy that female's playfulness.

Slowly, the bear's member emerged; Suel couldn't see it, not with the huge creature over top of him, completely eclipsing the wolvar with his bulk, so large that if he laid down, he could effortlessly crush the life out of poor Suel. That cock hotdogged between his rump cheeks, quite simply the largest shaft he'd felt so far. Not as wide as the two wolves with their two knots, but definitely the longest, and still thick enough to hurt. Slowly, with a low, guttural snarl in his chest, the bear started to penetrate Suel. He felt the blunt, rather gentle tip against his pucker, but its' size and his tender tail hole made up for the inoffensively smooth flesh. Suel started to cry out, but he was drowned out by the mighty roar of the bear as he entered, a sound of passion and dominance, but also the same sound such a creature would make in anger. Beneath, Suel found himself making a familiar expression, clenching his eyes shut while baring his teeth, fighting back the almost overpowering urge to sob or struggle. When the ursine was more than half inside, and the druid felt the pulsating warmth stretching his walls to their limits yet again, he experienced a shiver of pleasure, just a tingle of it at first as the bear's meat brushed across the tender flesh behind which his prostate hid. The wolvar gasped sharply, and though the reflexive clench afterwards put him into yet more pain, the good began to outweigh the bad.

Suel found that he had an uncanny ability to enjoy painful anal sex after a certain point; a time came when he simply ceased to feel pain, and all he knew was blissful pleasure. It was a blessing, and as far as he was concerned, a much underappreciated trait. Here he was pinned beneath an enormous bear with a shaft probably as big around as his forearm, but he was moaning and squirming, enjoying himself. Though first horrified at the thought of there being another male, he now was delighted, and he hoped he was as big as the first. Barely audible over the roaring and grunting of the bear as he started to thrust his mighty hips, Suel panted and howled, calling out blissful nothings to the ursine, things he knew the bear couldn't understand and wouldn't acknowledge even if he did, but it didn't stop Suel. He told the big bear what a wonderful fuck he was, how much bigger he was compared to all the other creatures, and how he loved to feel the creature's warmth inside and out, all delivered with a sniveling, whimpering tone of absolute submission and sexual contentment. In the back of his mind, Suel knew he was, deep down, quite a slut, and he rolled in it like a hog tonight. Not once did he wonder if the tauren had poisoned him with something to make him more sexually pliable, to so willingly give it up for an entire zoo's worth of animals and their masters; he knew for a fact he was capable of it.

"Yes... Oh, my, yes...!" Suel barked out, quite pointlessly pushing his furry, soiled rump back against the bear's wide, grinding hips. The burly creature hadn't been fucking him for too long - five, perhaps ten minutes - but Suel's rear was screaming with pain. His tail hole burned, stretched so far past all sensible limits of flesh but forced to take even more. The cheeks of his rump were, beneath his brown fur, practically glowing red as though he'd been spanked with a paddle for the last hour. And worst of all, through all that pain masquerading as pleasure, through all the depravity and violence of the sex, he loved it and wanted so much more. Beneath him, his knotted shaft squirted ropes and wads of slimy precum on the cave floor. His claws dug shallow furrows into the rock, dulling their points and leaving callous on his fingertips, but he just didn't care. All he wanted was the bear to climax, and he finally got his wish. The creature's roar was mighty, and it echoed mightily in the cave so much that the druid's ears flattened in pain; temporarily deafened, his other senses were heightened as the ursine filled him, painting his already well-painted anal walls with a load. Suel had lost track of just how many he'd gotten from either end, but he didn't enjoy this one any less than the first. His moan was low and trembling, a sound of undiluted pleasure, and he collapsed against the floor entirely, pinned loosely beneath the bear's warm, musky, fatty bulk.

Suel was surprised he didn't begin to smother underneath the bear as long as he laid beneath his warmth. Muffled by the creature's body and dulled by his yet-injured hearing, the wolvar made out the sound of a conflict; growling, snarling, the distinctive cacophony of angry bears. The creature on top of him rumbled with a roar of his own, but finally, he stood, his enormous, half-flaccid shaft slipping free of the druid's rear like a lazy snake. Suel winced sharply as it left him, again leaving him gaping and sore, leaking profusely with the gooey essence of another species, but it was a liquid warmth he loved every single time. Slowly and very carefully, he rolled over on his back, then sat up, whimpering as his bottom sent shots of pain up his spine. Sitting across from him, he saw the creature who had just mounted him, looking upon him with beady eyes, but he could see the satisfaction in them. Looking down, he saw the shaft of the creature, pink, still dripping with semen, almost completely receded into its' sheath. The wolvar could hardly fathom the size of it, even disgorged as it was; he really was a bottomless pit. At least, his bottom was.

Within minutes, she was on him again, the female who had taken a liking to him. Again, she snuffled into his aching package, carelessly _sluuuurrrrrp_ing from beneath his balls, across his sore, aching tail hole and up across his shaft. Suel gasped at the lick, finding it more than a little bit soothing on his abused asshole, but unfortunately, she didn't repeat it. And unlike before, she didn't lay back to offer herself; as if worried one of the others might simply snatch him up and off of her, she scooted over him, pinning him beneath her weight. In minutes, he couldn't feel his toes, but he felt her hot, wet warmth against his knotted member, and that was just fine with him. He shuddered and moaned in appreciation, stroking over her large, well-nourished body, digging his fingers fondly into her coarse fur. With a contented rumble in her huge chest, she slid down so that the wolvar entered her, taking in his manhood completely, knot included. As he sank in to his hilt, a very content grin spread across Suel's features, and his eyes slid shut while he took great pawfuls of the bear's hips.

Slowly, seemingly aware of how comparably fragile Suel was, the bear started to buck her hips against the wolvar's own, planting her meaty paws on either side of his head. She growled mutely in his face, idly drooling upon him, but Suel didn't mind it too terribly much; he found the bear's deep, pink warmth very enjoyable and surprisingly snug around his knotted manhood as she slowly, sloppily rode him. He panted and rumbled with pleasure beneath her, allowing his fuzzy paws to roam her body, caressing her plump figure with reverence and lust. Prior to this encounter, the wolvar had a soft spot for bears, females in particular, and this was a fine specimen of all he found attractive in them. "Mmm... Oh, yes," the druid purred, finding it ironic that such a large, savage creature was, so far, proving to be the most gentle fuck he'd had since becoming a prisoner to the tauren, but not once did he take it for granted. As much as he enjoyed rough, painful, exhilarating nastiness, to be able to enjoy such a warm, thick creature in a slow and even romantic way was a much-appreciated change of pace. The lady bear leaned yet lower, and she gave the wolvar's face a slow slurp. Though she couldn't help the sheer sloppiness of it as she caked his face in slobber, she was considerably gentler than before, and Suel offered her wide tongue a soft lick from his own. She grumbled in affection to him, bouncing her heavy hips a little bit faster, bringing them down harder on the druid every time. Each bounce threatened to wind the smaller creature, but he managed to keep some semblance of composure.

As time went by, her musk, and the musk of the other bears, was starting to envelop him, soon leaving him ensnared in their scent, beyond any physical bondage they could put him in, which said a lot considering the raw strength and gargantuan size of the creatures. Suel started to pant, licking the warm drool from his lips and shuddering. His knotted shaft throbbed, and his balls soon started to draw up as the familiar tingle of release teased him. The helpless creature shivered and whined subtly, but she heard him, and she answered his need, riding him harder and harder, now starting to cause him pain with her every drop, but Suel relished the feel of her weight and warmth. "Close... So close!" he gasped, trying his hardest to thrust up into her before she dropped down on him, but his efforts were laughably feeble compared to her mighty fucking. She bared her teeth and couldn't stifle the growing snarl in her cavernous lungs, shoving herself down on the entirety of Suel's member again and again, bruising his already well-abused body, but his shame and inhibitions had been absent since he "drank" that fatigue potion. He begged for her to share in his climax, to bring her loins crashing down against his own in that one sweet moment of erotic bliss, even if his pelvis was broken in two from it. He begged not with words, but howling cries and trembling whimpers, and she answered, not with her own guttural noises, but actions. She pounded down one last time, knocking all the air out of his body, pinning him with no hope of escape. With a mighty roar, she climaxed and spilled her thick, gooey honey over every inch of his pride, his sheath, and his throbbing, withdrawing sack, and at last, with an almost silent cry, Suel came and spilled his own warmth up inside of her. His seed served no purpose besides pleasing the bear, but she savored it, growling and rumbling in affection and appreciation, slowly grooming the wolvar's neck as he panted in afterglow.

Suel was allowed some considerable time to relax beneath the bear; she was content to stay on top of him, lazily nuzzling and licking his prone body. It occurred to Suel that she must have been the alpha female, perhaps the den mother; none of the other bears dared challenge her as long as she hogged the wolvar, but in time, as the druid's sore length receded back the safety of its' sheath, she lost interest and dismounted, wandering out of the cave on all fours, followed shortly thereafter by the male he'd already been acquainted with. He forced his bruised, exhausted body upright and glanced at the other two bears who were fast closing in. The male quite predictably moved around behind him, but the female presented herself, lying on her back, her dripping, wet cunt exposed to him, reeking of overbearing musk that stung the wolvar's nostrils but left him panting and pliable. Even so soon after a powerful climax, he wanted to fuck yet again, but his shaft was not quite ready, and so the druid leaned down, nuzzling into the inviting warmth of her snatch, blushing with a happy grin as her juices smeared all around his face, basking in her scent. On all fours as he was, Suel had unintentionally offered himself to the other male; he was smaller than what he assumed to be the alpha, but still much, much larger than Suel, and already sporting a swollen, pink erection that promised his abused butthole yet more stretching and pain, though the druid welcomed him, flagging his tail upwards. Lapping over and in the female's dripping cunt, he was left helplessly content from the smell and taste of her musky, intimate flesh.

Suel blushed and bit his lip, glancing back as the male mounted him and slid his aching erection up between those taut, furry cheeks, looking more and more like an impressionist painting done entirely with various sperm samples. When he felt the familiar, blunt tip against his pucker, he whimpered, then buried his snout in the female's warmth, seeking comfort and assurance in her deep, soaked warmth, finding it as her honey ran down his chin and he was smothered in her musk, able to tolerate the sex even as the male started to penetrate him, once more wrenching open his oh so reluctant tail hole, stretching apart the most tender and bruised part of him without mercy. He trembled and shook, but with every inch of swollen bear cock that slid past the orifice, he took a deep breath in the female's cunt, sucking in her musk like a hit of smoke, filling his lungs with that which made it all worthwhile. The bear slid in to the hilt with a muffled grunt, his heavy paws squeezing tightly on the druid's hips, clearly caring not that he was adding more bruises to the pudgy wolvar's abused body. And then he started to buck, slowly but thoroughly reaming Suel's thoroughly-reamed bottom, painting his anal walls with pre, walls that were already coated in countless male ejaculations. The cheeks on Suel's face were alight with blush, while the cheeks of his ass glowed with pain and soreness. He didn't realize it, but tears streamed down his cheeks, not in pain, but absolute bliss; the choking musk of the female strangled his consciousness and beat his rationality into a squirming, masochistic mess, and it made the male's slow, hard fucking absolutely wonderful.

Suel stroked over the female's legs and bottom, idly caressing her plump figure with his worshipping paws, and behind him, the male's shaft disappeared into him again and again. The wolvar dipped his tongue deep inside of the musky female, lapping sloppily over the pink within, licking up her juices with greedy lust and a low, pleasant growl in his chest. So lost was he in her scent that he even forgot his name; he knew it was simple, just four letters, and it should've been so dear to him, but he couldn't recall it. He didn't even remember what he was, and beyond an initial bout of anxiety, he didn't care if he never existed at all as long as he could suck that powerful ursine scent into his lungs over and over again. He started to hear words in the bears' inarticulate rumbling and growling; behind him, "Good boy, you're such a tight little two-legged slut, aren't you? You want it deeper and deeper, you want me to make you my bitch even more than you already are..." From in front of him, he heard the female lost in far more passionate musings, savoring his skilled, slobbery tongue against her quivering walls, her musk and heat washing over him in waves the more he licked; as he slurped and nibbled, rubbing his muzzle into her, she rewarded his obedience and recklessness with more of the potent stink of breeding, of raw sex.

Suel wasn't sure how long he kept lapping at her inner walls, but she came; she tightened around his muzzle and trapped him while soaking his cute face in her honey, so thick and gooey that it stuck to his fur so much like the product of bees that he understood where the slang came from. Her roar was mighty, but the sound her brother made drowned her out as he buried his shaft in the squirming, blissfully drowning wolvar. His toes and fingers splayed then clenched as the ursine so violently hilted into him, but the powerful load of thick, intensely virile ursine semen that raged into him washed away all of the intense pain, leaving him cooing and groaning in absolute contentment despite his inability to breathe in the female's warmth. His pudgy gut began to bulge yet more for the second time that night; with the combined loads of not one, but two bears sloshing around his bowels, he soon took on a very pregnant look, which was admittedly very cute on him. As his world began to go black, he instinctively yanked back, freeing his muzzle from the female's deepest reaches with a wet splortch!, and he sucked in two lungfulls of musk-laden air, before resting his head on her spasming cunt, his own body trembling.

The bears were content to let Suel leave their den, though he didn't exactly walk; hobble was more of an accurate term for his gait. He wasn't sure what would have its' way with him next, but as exhausted and sore as he was, he was eager to know. After all he and his poor tail hole had been through, why not go all the way? As it turned out, he spent the better part of an hour wandering, all the while recuperating. Though he would be bruised for weeks to come, he could already feel his stretched, leaking asshole returning to more of a pucker, though he didn't expect that to last, and he was right. A creature clichéd out of the bushes, pouncing him to the ground, but the sight of it was most definitely curious; a velociraptor! A clicking rumble reverberated in its' lithe chest as it sniffed and otherwise inspected Suel, seemingly disgusted by the various scents it picked up on him, but still interested, given that it hadn't run off or torn his throat out. Blinking, the druid stroked along the brown, leathery hide of its' snout, and it first offered a cautious chirp, then nuzzled roughly into his paw not unlike a domesticated dog. Suel wore a lopsided smile as he rubbed and scritched the side of the raptor's head and snout, but like all other creatures there, it was interested in one thing in particular; below the creature, slipping free of a well-concealed genital slit, a long, curving shaft emerged, dripping with an intensely musky precum. At the base, it was a rich purple in coloration, but like a gradient up to the tip, it faded into an eggshell white. Suel very much enjoyed the exotic shape and pleasant size of it, and he appreciated its' tapering length. Licking his lips, the wolvar scooted out from under the predator and bent himself over a felled log, his preferred means of propping himself up for an impromptu fuck. He wagged his tail in invitation, and after a curious click and a chirp, the raptor mounted him.

With ease, the slender, fast creature slid his length between Suel's rump cheeks, hardly fuzzy anymore, almost entirely matted down with discarded semen that left the fur flaking with dried spunk; he'd given up on trying to wash himself off between rounds. He winced when the rounded, but slim tip of that purple-white member probed against his once more puckered entrance, then slid deep inside of him. Unlike the brute bluntness of the bears, the raptor was pleasant, going in smoothly, slowly spreading him open over the course of ten inches rather than wrenching him wide all at once. He likened the chittering creature's unfamiliar endowment to a well-engineered sex toy, built entirely for comfort and pleasure. "Oooh... Oh, yes... You're a wonderful partner, you curious thing, you," Suel purred to the raptor, who chirped in what seemed to be appreciation, enjoying the druid's gentle, reverent tone. Putting his powerful legs to work, the raptor started to briskly mate Suel, but no matter how fast he thrusted, the wolvar moaned and trembled, wrapping himself around the log, pushing back into the raptor. He found it amazing that such an efficient, ruthless predator turned out to be a gentle fuck, which he likened to making love more than anything else. His tail blissfully wagged, teasing across the raptor's chin, and the scaled creature nipped at it, occasionally catching it in his teeth, though he never bit down hard, only enough to tease the druid.

Suel knew that no matter how good the raptor felt inside of him, it couldn't last forever, so he did his best to savor that pleasure. "Mmm... Hold on, now," Suel mumbled, and though the raptor didn't halt to his words, he paused as the druid flipped over on his back. As happily as ever, the raptor slid back inside and started to mate the druid once again, but his time, the curving, tapering dinosaur cock rubbed at an ideal angle right into his throbbing prostate, breathing new life into the act. Now in more pleasure than ever before, Suel squirmed and groaned, clenching down tightly on the raptor, curling his toes, digging his claws into the log, scraping dead bark from its' surface. Already, he was beyond words, and his shaft throbbed with arousal, the knot full, bulging, but he refrained from tending to it with his paws. Chittering and emitting rasping growls, the velociraptor was clearly close to his climax, and within just a few more moments, he hilted his throbbing shaft in the wolvar's body and shot a few jets of a very thick, cold jism into Suel, something that made him shake and groan, exhilarated by the sensation. After the initial buzz of the act settled, he fell slack over the log, panting slowly while the raptor churred and nibbled on the fuzzy druid's neck. "Mmm... That was..." Suel couldn't even find it in himself to finish such a simple sentence, and in but a moment, the raptor tugged his member free and disappeared back into the habitat.

Suel slowly planted his feet on the ground and looked up through the trees. He could see the orange glow of the morning sun preparing to rise; had he really been busy with the pets of the tauren for the entire night? Already, Suel started to feel his powers returning to him. Whatever spell or potion that bound them was beginning to wear off; within an hour or two, he'd be able to make his escape, but not just yet. He knew the tauren would no-doubt plan to bind his powers again, to keep him for as long as they could, and so he disappeared deeper into the forest, knowing that even if they did find him, it would be much too late. At any rate, he already knew they underestimated his capabilities; why else would they turn him loose in such a vast place, where he could no doubt hide and wait out the effects of their binding? Unless part of the thrill was in recapturing him... But in that case, their hubris was his advantage.

As he hid in the depths of the woods, the exhausted wolvar suddenly became very aware of the warning growl behind him, a deep, guttural sound, and one he recognized immediately; a tiger. He turned to see the beautiful, striped creature prowling up to him, licking its' lips, eyeing Suel in a way that said either sex or food, and he wasn't sure which, but he decided it was best to simply submit; none of the other creatures had harmed him yet, so to think the tiger would was incongruous. Slowly, he knelt, then dropped to his paws and knees, keeping his head low. The feline slowly stalked around him, still rumbling with a growl, but it was laced with a purr, making for a noise that was simultaneously seductive and terrifying. Despite being given every opportunity to harm the druid, it didn't, and instead, the large cat batted him, rolling him over on his back, which is when it struck. It licked with its' rough tongue from his belly all the way up to his chin, then snuffled his face with a haughty snort. Suel was at a loss, and so all he did was stay put, blinking at the feline who finally sat down, flicking its' tail. Looking down the cat's body, Suel saw a sheath, and a coy smile crossed his lips. Slowly and cautiously, he reached out; his extended paw was intensely scrutinized by the tiger, but it made no attempt to stop him, and finally, he clutched the feline's sheath, groping upon it, and the cat responded with a drawn-out, content mrawl.

Scooting closer, Suel stroked and kneaded along the feline's sheath, coaxing out his shaft in time. It was every bit of eight inches, a dark red in color, and like any feline penis, it tapered up to its' tip, while the whole length of it was covered in innumerable rubbery barbs, something the naughty druid couldn't wait to experience for himself. Clutching the tiger's throbbing cock, he pumped it slowly in his warm, fuzzy grip, continuing uninterrupted for the better part of two minutes. The tiger stood without warning, issuing a curt growl to the wolvar. There was only one way Suel could have interpreted it, and so he rolled over to his belly, then lifted himself to his all-fours, lifting his tail in what was fast becoming his preferred way to greet another creature. With that seductive purring growl in his chest, the tiger mounted the compliant wolvar and slid his pulsing, dripping pride between the canine's cheeks, sinking inside his abused asshole without much care or concern for the wolvar's well-being. Though Suel grunted and hissed through clenched teeth, the tiger didn't care, and, pressing his bulk against the druid's back, he started to quickly and mercilessly mate Suel. Pushing in, the barbs didn't hurt, but on the way back out, they hooked into his tender flesh and dragged along it, causing him staggering pain. For a creature who had already stumbled through countless fuckings that night, Suel was on the verge of tears that never quite came. The tiger was astonishingly selfish, not that the wolvar was surprised. No matter how much he whimpered and tried to pull away, the tiger simply kept bucking his hips, and when the wolvar's attempts to scamper away were simply too much of a nuisance, he pinned Suel face-down in the dirt with a single paw between his shoulderblades.

As the tiger's pace quickened and his purring and growling changed into more of a muted snarl, Suel at last started to find some pleasure in the act. In truth, he would've much rather had a nice, fat knot pushing against him, but the tiger's endowment had its' own merits. He found himself enjoying the erotic pain of having those fleshy barbs tugging at his abused walls, and, as he shamefully admitted to himself, he relished the fact that he was a bottom bitch again, to be used solely for pleasure with no regard to his own, but the tiger was done far too soon after he'd begun to enjoy the act. Biting down upon Suel's scruff, the tiger muffled a mighty roar into his hide and blew a thick, fertile load into his behind, keeping the wolvar tightly pinned beneath his wide paw even as the canine squirmed and shuddered. Then, without even a moment to enjoy the afterglow that came, the tiger slid his shaft free, and simply walked over and away from Suel, entirely disinterested with his libido satiated. Suel flopped over on his back and shuddered, and he laid there for what seemed to be an hour, completely uninterrupted. He felt his powers coming back stronger than ever, and he found himself excited at the prospect of defying his captors and getting back to his home. So excited, even, that he didn't realize something had snuck up on him.

When he felt the lick on his side, Suel nearly yelped, but he didn't flinch. Whipping his head to look, he saw a red fox, a truly beautiful creature with a healthy, vibrant coat of burned-orange fur. Though Suel loved many animals, other canines had a special place in his heart, and so he grinned. "What a pretty thing you are... Come closer. Come on," he cooed, holding his paw out to the creature, who had since backed off a few feet. Slowly, with great caution, the fox stepped closer and licked the palm of Suel's hand. He scratched fondly at the vulpine's chin, getting any number of pleasant growls and purrs from it. Suel wasn't entirely aware of the fact that he was still quite hard from his encounters with the raptor and tiger, but the fox clearly knew what it was looking at. Moving closer still, it sniffed, then lapped along the length of Suel's shaft; with a soft groan and a cute, blushing smile, he happily allowed the vulpine to explore him, but the creature didn't need to; turning, the fox lifted its' tail and offered itself, and Suel immediately knew he was in the midst of a vixen. With his smile twisting into a lewd grin, the wolvar quickly mounted her and let his throbbing, black shaft slip deep into her warmth, sighing as his knot pressed against her swollen mound. "So warm, so beautiful..." Suel purred to her, starting to slowly, lovingly breed the vixen, stroking down the length of her slender body and long, bushy tail. She pushed back into his thrusts eagerly, growling to him, looking back now and again, dominating him with her amber eyes.

Licking his lips, Suel began to feel very good; he knew now that his powers had fully returned to him, and he was buried in the warmth of a lovely vixen. Once he had finished with her, he could return home, and though it occurred to him to exact some revenge on the tauren, he dismissed the notion; how un-druidly. "Mmm, yesss... So tight," the wolvar growled, closing his eyes, more eagerly bucking into her snug warmth. Every time his knot pressed against her, he let the contact linger before pulling back, relishing her heat against the warm gland, and she panted, doing everything in her power to push against it. It was clear to Suel that the vixen wanted nothing more than to have that fat, aching knot buried within her, to have the druid's seed, and that was precisely what he intended to give her. He'd been nailed by both a raptor and a tiger without being given the opportunity to get off for himself, and he was about to fix that. Panting and grunting, the druid clenched his jaws and bared his teeth, bearing down as he forced his knot against her throbbing cooch again and again. With a deep groan and a blissful shudder, he popped that thick, round gland inside the fox, and shortly after, he spilled his thick load. She trembled as she was filled, growling and wiggling her rump against him, quite obviously satisfied with Suel. The wolvar slowly sat back, and the vixen, without much choice, sat down in his lap. As they sat, enjoying the closeness of Suel's knot, he groomed the vixen, licking and nibbling her fine, vibrant fur, stroking over her slender body.

While Suel groomed the vixen bitch, another fox emerged from the woods. It made no effort at stealth, quite brashly stepping into Suel's field of vision. This creature was larger than the vixen by far, and though it was still smaller than even the youngest wolf he'd met that night, the vulpine was of a very healthy size. As the creature skulked around the occupied but aware Suel with narrow, cautious eyes, the wolvar was able to see the creature's sheath as clear as day, and it occurred to the druid that he was probably buried in the tod's mate. He smiled with a bit of mischief, but made no forward gestures to the tod, choosing to let the creature approach him with caution, and at his own pace. Under different circumstances, he might have thought it was time to run or take the shape of something far more frightening and dangerous, but with all of the bestial debauchery he'd been the focal point of, he was confident in the notion that this tod wasn't looking for a fight. Slowly, the vixen pulled herself up and off of Suel's member, trotting past the tod without so much as a glance in his direction, and likewise, the male's eyes didn't leave Suel. With his vixen out of the picture, the tod walked closer and closer, his paws making not a sound against the dirt floor of the forest. His head was low, and his eyes were viciously intense; with a low growl in his slender chest, he sniffed Suel. First, he inspected the wolvar's face, then he sniffed his way down the druid's body, spending the better part of a minute gathering scents from the druid's sullied genitalia and behind. Suel stayed perfectly still, allowing the fox to sniff all he cared to, but at last, the vulpine batted at the wolvar's flank with some impatience.

Suel blinked, then blushed and chuckled. "Oh, of course... Where are my manners?" Slowly, the druid moved to his paws and knees, and he raised his tail for what would hopefully be the last time for at least a few weeks to come. The tod sniffed more intently upon the druid's aching, loose pucker, and he gave the orifice a few gentle laps on the surface, more as a curiosity than anything else. The wolvar sighed with some reserved pleasure, but the truth was that even the gentle touch of a tongue was enough to send a twinge of pain up his spine. How he longed for the safety and warmth of his own den, and the chance to use a little bit of a numbing remedy he'd come up with over the years. "Mmmn, don't make me wait," Suel shivered, looking back at the tod, giving his behind a teasing shake. The fox gazed at Suel with his amber eyes as he climbed up, mounting the wolvar, planting those black forepaws on the small of his back. A quick and efficient little creature, the vulpine easily guided his modest, knotted cock to the druid's abused tail hole. First, he pressed the pointed tip against that bruised pucker, and Suel stifled a hiss of pain, biting down upon his own fist to do so. With an adorable growl, the tod bucked inside, and between his brisk, uncaring thrust and Suel's loosened, abused asshole, he sank his knot in on the first try. Suel couldn't stop himself from whining, but there was no stopping the pleasure; in short order, he moaned like the slut he knew himself to be, trembling as he arched his back, pushing his behind intently into the tod. Growling more and more, the vulpine started to happily knotfuck the pudgy druid; every buck of his hips yanked that red canine cock out to the tip and shoved it back in, knot and all. Despite his size compared to the wolves, bears, and other creatures Suel had accommodated over the night, the fox made expert use of his fat knot to give Suel probably the most thorough, rough, and satisfying fuck of all the creatures.

"Mmh...! Little rough..." Suel panted, closing his eyes tightly, curling his fingers and toes in the dirt beneath. His body tensed every single time the vulpine's knot popped in and subsequently popped back out, but Suel was, as usual, enjoying the wanton mix of pleasure and pain that only another canine could provide. He was too exhausted to find himself growing hard and ready to climax again, but as the fox ruthlessly humped him, he panted and shook, taking this final fucking like a good wolvar bitch. Even more exciting was the fact that Suel just knew the tauren would soon start looking for him, well aware of the fact that the binding of his powers had worn off, and as secretly arousing as it might have been to be a powerless, permanently enslaved bitch to so many brutish tauren and their many pets, he reminded himself of his home, his forest, and his mates. To encourage the tod to perhaps wrap things up, Suel started to whimper and whine, firmly shoving his bruised behind back into the fox's hips, and just as he hoped, his little display of eager lust and submission spurred the vulpine. Starting to snarl now and again, showing off rows of needle-pointed teeth, the red fox pounded the druid bitch faster and harder, making full use of the bipedal bitch's tail hole with reckless abandon. Finally, the fox tossed his head back, letting a howling noise of pleasure erupt from his throat as he knotted the druid one last time and filled his behind with a thick load. Suel shivered and grunted, then finally laid forward on his stomach, listening both to the sound of the tod panting and huffing, and for the distant noise of tauren footsteps... Soon, he heard them approaching, calling out; as distant as they were, their words were difficult to make out, but both the wolvar and fox heard them. Perking his ears, the tod quickly slid out, freeing his from Suel's abused rump. The wolvar grunted and flopped down on his stomach with a sigh, closing his eyes. As much as he wanted to lie down and fall asleep, he simply couldn't. As if to remind him to move, the tod slurped with obnoxious affection on the side of his face, and then scampered off.

Suel chuckled, then stood. In the distance, he heard his tauren captors searching for him; "He should have been too tired to keep walking! I saw him, almost all the pets had a turn with him!" They were surprised, and that was good; he grinned and headed for their fortress, keeping to the shadows, invigorated by the prospect of escaping. As he neared the mouth of the forest, he passed the black and white tauren he'd knotted; the warrior still walked with a limp. After luring away the sentry by the door, he slipped inside, but once there, Kavaj took him by surprise, nearly running him through with a spear, the point of which was keenly-sharpened bone, as deadly as any metal or stone. Making use of the full extent of his powers, Suel quickly took on the form of a grizzly bear, and though Kavaj didn't falter at the sight of him, all it took was a few harsh blows from his heavy paws to knock the tauren to the floor, dazed and bruised, but alive. As ill-prepared as they were to have the druid regain his full powers, escaping was trivial, and after a few minutes navigating the maze of tunnels and halls of their fortress, he left through the front gates and disappeared into the familiarity of his own forest. The druid reverted back to his more approachable, friendly wolvar body, then glanced back at the tauren compound with a thoughtful pause. In the strangest way, he felt a sense of loss leaving them and their pets...

They didn't chase him into the woods despite the fact that he reeked of musk, and no-doubt would have been easy to track. Kavaj probably warned them about the full extent of the unassuming wolvar's powers. In the strangest way, as he ducked beneath branches and jumped across streams on his way back to his own den, he felt a certain betrayal that they didn't want him enough to pursue him, but as he grew closer and closer to home, and he smelled the familiar scents of his own neck of the woods, a smile crossed his face, and he was happy to be home. Though he thought to first enter his den and see his mates, he reminded himself of the scents, the stains, the thin layer of encrusted semen that covered him like a second skin, and he wandered off in search of a pond to wash in...