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Gatherings - Part Two

Two pairs of delicate, lacy black panties hung from the paws of the worgen in front of him. He'd been given a choice from Samain, and the options were certainly not what the wolvar had expected. In all honesty however, Suel hadn't fully dismissed the idea of Samain wearing a girly pair of undergarments, given the worgen's very exotic approach to fashion, but when the wolvar had asked for something to cover his privates, the choice was not pleasing.

"Er...Sam, you don't happen to have something a little more..." he said, pondering his choice of words. "Something a bit more druidic? Leather or plain linen...maybe something a little less 'out there', you know?"

The worgen smiled toothily at Suel, but this wasn't because Sam knew the wolvar was embarrassed by his choice of clothes, but rather because explaining fashion was one of his favourite pastimes.

"Suuuueellll...." The worgen moaned out, making a very fake sound of protest and disappointment. Suel couldn't help but take the moan for something else, mostly due to the fact that they were still both standing naked, assets on display for each other.

"What? Sam, we're attending a druidic gathering, and I just think we should dress the part. I know underwear isn't that big of a deal, but I assumed we would dress in our simple leathers and linens, as would be fitting for a meeting of this type."

Sam huffed at Suel's insistence. The wolvar watched as the worgen placed the pair of red-trimmed panties on a small table to the side of him before using both hands to hold up the pink-trimmed pair in front of Sam's crotch, looking over it with a smile.

"I don't understand why you seem so keen on boring old leather. It's not so much a gathering as it is a party, anyway! I hear Rhurn is going to be wearing dyed mageweave, though I'm not sure what colours, or what style...but we shall find out! You heard the tauren too, he told us to be dressed out best, and wearing tatty leather is most certainly not the way to be turning up!"

Sighing as Sam lectured him about fashion, Suel leaned back against a wall, watching the worgen as he compared the panties with his crotch and rump. Sam knew he was teasing Suel with the display, both knowing each other's habits, forcing the wolvar to look away from the tame-yet-provocative display.

"Suel, don't be like that. Just pick a colour, and the rest of your clothes will sort themselves out! Trust me; it's just this one choice! Red, or pink? They both look stunning against black fabric anyway, so I don't think the choice is too hard! Of course, you could go with no panties as well..."

Suel sighed once more. It was obvious that he wasn't getting much of a choice in the matter. But where was the harm in wearing a pair of rather cute panties, anyway? They would be hidden by the rest of his clothes, and it was far better than walking around with nothing at all to restrain his ever so slightly growing manhood.

"Fine, I'll go with the red. Let's not make it anymore tricky than that, okay?"

Samain's eyes lit up with excitement as the wolvar made his choice, hurriedly putting down his own pair of panties on the same table as Suel's pair.

"Lustful red, what a good choice! It'll go with your fur so well, too! And I suppose pink was always my colour..." The worgen said, blushing slightly.

"I suppose you are right. Can you pass me over my pair? The faster I get them on, the better for the both of us."

Sam looked up at the wolvar, a single eyebrow raised with a wry smirk on his face.

"Why so hasty now? A few seconds ago you were eager to keep them off. Like you said, underwear isn't that big of a deal! I can't believe you, wanting to wear leather underwear. I mean, just think what would happen if someone looked under your pretty dress and found a non-matching pair of complementing panties? How irresponsible of you!"

"Wait a second, dres-"

"And anyway, that's a generic way of thinking. With our outfits, the panties go on last! Now, I'll be right back and we can get started!"

With that, the worgen vanished back into the back room. Suel's heart was pounding. Just what had he gotten himself into?

Well, it wasn't a matter of what he had gotten himself into. Moreso, it was about what he was about to get into. And with the return of Samain to the room, strangely enough he knew exactly what the worgen was holding.

"A garter belt?"

Suel knew it was more of a statement than a question, but said it in the faint hope he was wrong. Besides, after the introduction of the panties, he knew he couldn't hope for much.

"Of course, silly! How else do you think you'll hold your stockings up? They're for show after all, and these ones tend to fall down a lot... but hey, they're colour matched with the rest of our outfits! So a garter belt it is, one for you, and one for me!" The worgen said, handing Suel a soft yet stretchy black garter belt, this one with the edges trimmed in the so called 'lustful' red.

Looking up at the naked worgen, Suel realised something that truly surprised him. Yes, the fact that he was getting dressed up like a girl with his incredibly girlish friend was embarrassing enough, but he had decided to just go with it seeing no way out. No, it was more so the fact at how casual Samain was about doing such a thing. Sure, both Suel and Samain were dressing almost identically, but at least the wolvar had some decency about it. The worgen was simply standing there, wiggling his legs and rump as he navigated his black and pink garter belt up to his waist, nonchalantly stretching it past his mostly erect pink penis as if he were getting dressed alone. Perhaps he had meant to do this? After all, Suel did find the display incredibly arousing to watch, and so he took it in his stride. If the worgen didn't mind being perved on, then he would watch, mainly to drown out the knowledge that he was dressing himself in a similar fashion. Stepping his legs through the hole in the belt, he pulled the fabric up to just below his waist, loving the feel of the soft lace on his fur, where he paused for a moment. His cock was standing fully erect, nothing held back, and he hadn't even noticed. A blush came to his face as he realised just how turned on he had been, and he took the chance to push his erection down, in the hopes of suppressing it, as he pulled the garter belt fully up, resting it nicely around his hips. The straps dangled lifelessly against his brown fur, as if they needed a set of stockings to complete them. Luckily enough, Samain knew what the clothing wanted!

"And a set of lovely thigh highs to go with them!"

Suel looked up to see the worgen yet again holding up another piece of their outfits. Well, to call stockings a pair would be better, as each of the worgen's paws held up an individual stocking: long, black, and slender. Of course, just like with the panties and garter belt, Suel's pair had a red ribbon near the top of the stockings, wrapping around into neat little bows on the front of both thigh highs. The wolvar was curious however, and looked past his pair to the table upon which Sam's pair lay. They were much the same, except for the obvious difference of possessing a pink highlight, albeit with a frilly trim. It made him wonder why he had bows rather than frills, judging by the uniformity of the rest of their outfits.

"Is someone a little jealous that they chose the wrong colour?"

"Wh-What?" replied Suel, caught off-guard.

"I saw you staring! I know exactly what you want! You love the girly, exposed pink? The way it looks so vulnerable, the way the black just dominates it.'

Suel was confused. He tried to utter a response but instead felt compelled to listen to Samain lecture him on... fashion?

"You want to slip inside it, don't you? To feel it tighten around you, reminding you that you made the right choice. Pink is very tempting, right?" The worgen said, smiling.

"I-I er..." Suel stumbled with his words, feeling the blush rise to cheeks.

"Well too bad! It's just colour after all! And like I said before, red suits you better!"

Suel sighed. His blush faded, and he knew he'd escaped his embarrassment. Retreating to regain himself, he leant back against the wall, folding his arms as he proceeded to observe Samain dress his legs in the semi-transparent black stockings. The worgen knew what he was doing; Suel knew this from the many other times the effeminate worgen had been dressed up in equally feminine clothes. It was easily a show: Anyone else would slide the stockings over their feet and up their legs, attach it to the straps, and be done with it. Not so with the worgen. He made dressing his legs to be as showy as possible, swishing his foot paws around in the air while running another hand up his bare leg, before planting both feet on the ground as he bent over, rear facing Suel, to fiddle with his toes as he manoeuvred the stocking down and onto his foot. After pulling it up just past his knees, he stopped and proceeded to do exactly the same to his other leg, making sure each of the thigh highs were on in matching union. Suel chose not to interrupt Samain with the few questions that were stuck in his head, and instead chose to put his own pair of stockings on. Rather than follow Sam's approach to pulling on a pair, the wolvar made it quick, easy, and simple. Ensuring that the stockings were the correct way around, red ribbons at the front, Suel slipped the semi-transparent black stocking onto his foot, wriggling them around until they reached his ankle, where it became an easy task of pulling them up to his knees. He followed Sam's demonstration in this: if the wolvar was going to be wearing a girly set of thigh highs, he might as well make sure they will look the best they can! Suel moved onto the next one, easily managing to slip it on and up to his knee like he had done to the other, before checking to make sure that the pair was matching as best they could. Seeing no issue with them, the wolvar was about to pull them up to his thighs when he realised that Samain must have been done.

Looking up, he found the worgen brushing off his own pair of stockings. They were fully pulled up, resting neatly around the upper half of the worgen's slender thighs, the pink band highlighting Samain's effeminacy against the black fabric, and against the tempting grey of his exposed thigh fur. The worgen noticed Suel looking, and without a word, he smiled and pointed into the other room. Suel took this as a signal that Sam was about to retrieve something else, and so the wolvar returned to finishing up his legs while the worgen was gone. Looking back down, he pulled the stockings up as far as they could and, like Sam's, they reached the 'tempting' part of his upper thighs. The red ribbons and bows that highlighted his pair of stockings worked to even better effect, contrasting extremely well off of the black cloth, which further enhanced the vibrancy of the 'lustful' red off of his brown fur. He managed a small smile: red did suit him, it seemed. Finishing up the stockings by attaching each of his garter straps, he then fixed up the ribbons on the front of his stockings before looking up to see Samain standing back in front of him .

"Pretty! Now, we've only a few more things to go! And I think we'd better be quick about it, Rhurn will probably be here in a few minutes!"

Suel's ears pricked up at the name.

"Wait a second," said Suel "Rhurn? As in the tauren from the lake where we met up?"

"Of course the tauren from the lake! How many other Rhurns do you know? He is coming here to pick us up! Now shush, we have to get the rest of our outfits ready! Put these on!"

Suel didn't even pay attention to the gloves that Samain handed to him. To him, the long black gloves with matching red highlight slipped on by themselves. Instead, the wolvar was thinking about the hulking tauren that he'd met earlier. While Suel had originally hated dressing up like he was, he decided to enjoy it seeing as he'd have to do it, and he had been up until the news of Rhurn came up. Now his heart was sunken, and he could feel the hot waves of embarrassment hitting him all over. Snapping back to reality, he found Samain now fiddling around with more pieces of clothing as they lay on a table. It seemed his timing was impeccable, as the worgen held up one of the rather large pieces. It dawned on Suel exactly what these were, the main attraction of their outfits for their gathering: corset dresses.

Both were, like the rest of their outfits, mostly the same, deep black in colour with matching highlights in their respective colours. The one Samain was holding was in 'slutty pink', clearly meant for the worgen. The top half of the dress was designed much like any corset, tight fitting and firm, with laces at the back to ensure that the wearer had a more 'ideal' body shape. The most interesting thing Suel noticed was that these corsets were certainly made for males, or at least 'less fortunate' girls: the distance between the bust and the back was very small, clearly intended for a flat chest. Aside from this however, the rest of the corset was as feminine as could be. As eyes moved down the corset, the 'waist' area neatly flowed into what could be considered 'a more scandalous tutu'. Black frills flowed outward from the corset, long enough to be modest, but short enough to keep most heads turned. The fact that the 'dress' part of the outfit barely flowed downwards made Suel have some concerns about modesty, though Samain interrupted his train of thought before he could speak his mind.

"Now, this is where the team effort comes in!" the worgen said.

Confused, Suel watched as the worgen slipped the dress over his head, wriggling his way into the corset and adjusting the frills on his dress. He made corrections to the 'bust', and while the Samain was busy, Suel couldn't help but notice the worgen's erection peeking out of the tutu's frills from underneath. Suddenly, the worgen turned around with a swishy flair and looked over his shoulder at the wolvar. He wiggled his rear, just visible underneath the dress.

"Now do me!"

Suel let his impulses take hold of him. With lightning speed, he rushed forward, pushing past the petty barrier that the dress provided before pushing his raging erection into the worgen's tail-hole, roughly pounding Samain's exposed ass with a savage fury.

Or at least, he would have loved to had his fantasy not been interrupted.

"The laces, Suel. Tighten my laces, do them up. Then we can get onto you."

Reality was a kick in the head for Suel. Unfortunately, he found the will to resist the urges of his cock and instead used his hands to grip the laces at the back of Samain's corset. Wanting a little revenge, the wolvar pulled tightly on the laces, causing a gasp of shock from the worgen as the tight fabric squeezed all around his body. The worgen now had a noticeably slender, more curvy look to his body, and as added measure, Suel pulled even tighter on the laces. Samain had the air kicked out of him, gasping and coughing as he felt the viperous constriction tighten around his torso, just before the point of removing his ability to breathe. Satisfied with the worgen's reaction, Suel let the laces loosen a little before he tied them off in a neat knot, topped off with a bow tie, before groping the worgen's ass from beneath his dress.

"Hey!" protested Sam "We've still got to do you, I want none of that stuff happening!"

Sighing, the wolvar drifted over to the table where his own dress lay, tauntingly, waiting for the impending moment when Suel would slip into it. Picking it up by the top edges of the bust, he held it up to look over the expertly crafted dress, secretly admiring the choice of fabric, patterns, and colour. Druids never really learnt about the finer things of life. They were taught of the essentials, of practicalities, and of simplicity. Dyed leather could be considered the pinnacle of fashion for a druid, as more often than not they were told of the pointless nature of anything fancy. Cut gemstones and finely threaded dresses were of no use to a druid, and for good reason. Why would they be of any use, to anyone? Of course, the voice of Samain rang in Suel's ears.

"Because if we don't have the shiniest, prettiest, and most fabulous clothes, how else are we going to catch the eye of jealous girls and horny men alike?"

It wasn't exactly something the wolvar saw as necessary. Why did he have to dress up like this? There was no sense to it. In fact, he wasn't sure of any of it really. The cruel hand of fate had placed him here, dressed up all nice and pretty, and he hated it. Well, hated most of it. The fabric did feel nice against his fur, and he did enjoy the thought of plotting a little revenge against the worgen... and so it was that he played along. This meant throwing the dress on, praying to the Gods that Samain lacked the strength or will to strangle him with the laces of the corset, providing the worgen himself was in the mood for his own revenge!

In any case, the worgen showed no visible signs of itching vengeance from Suel's little prank, and so the wolvar took comfort in that, squeezing himself into the tight corset. Arms held high above his head, the dress slipped down his torso, albeit with the helping hand of Samain tugging it down. Interestingly enough, the laces _were_undone, yet the corset still felt fairly tight. Putting a paw to his now fabric covered stomach, he rubbed it gently as he looked over it. Assured he hadn't gained any weight, he shrugged it off as just another one of Samain's ways of having fun with him, but still achieving a delicious body shape at the same time. Still, it didn't help that Samain didn't let the wolvar catch a breath of air before starting work on tightening the laces.

In the small moment of blissful asphyxiation, Suel tuned out of the world and focused on his body and clothes. The sudden change of attire was beginning to dawn on him, and he could feel every part of the soft fabrics against his body. Wearing the same clothes, or clothes of similar fashion, will make a person feel one with their attire: how often does one remember they are wearing underwear solely from the feel of it? In this case however, different attire certainly meant Suel felt the change all over. The tight corset around his waist, the long gloves on his arms, and the slender thigh highs running up his legs, all of them a change of element to the druid. On the thought of elements, Suel thought to the more noticeable one: the feeling of a cold breeze running up past his stockings and skirt and into his unprotected nether region! The wolvar felt it was another one of Samain's subtle tricks: being naked would have been preferable, as then all of the body would be cold, rather than focusing it into one spot! It was small things like this that irritated Suel about the worgen, because for all the 'innocence' that Samain showed, there was a subtle trickster hiding behind his eyes, and Suel had had enough.

"All done!" The cheerful voice of Sam interrupted from behind the wolvar. Much to Suel's surprise, he hadn't been choked to death from the corset. Not that it mattered, for he seized the moment to strike!

"Oh? Great, I'm glad that's over with. Though you really should've let us put on the panties first, Samain."

"Huh? What fo-"

With determined speed, Suel twisted himself around on his heels, coming face to face with the worgen while moving his paws up to grab at either side of the worgen's face, gripping at Samain's ears.

"Because now my cock is cold," started Suel, "and there's only one way it's going to warm up!"

Samain had what he wanted, and so it was only right that Suel got what he wanted. Forcing the worgen down onto his knees, the wolvar removed a paw to go fondle for his cock underneath the frilled dress. It didn't take long, as his shaft was already half erect and growing from the arousing situation, and as a bonus, Samain looked to be enjoying the thought of what was about to happen. Grabbing his cock from under the dress, he rubbed at it furiously, growing the black shaft out to its full length, before tapping Samain on the nose with the tip of it.

"Go on, you owe it to me for all the stuff you've put me through. Plus, it isn't getting any warmer, so get that muzzle working."

Samain didn't need any more encouragement, nor did he say anything in particular. What Suel thought might have been a fairly dominant act on his part turned out instead to be a rather mutual feeling of want. Apparently, he must have misread how horny the worgen was. Whatever the reason, Suel found his cock being licked at by the worgen's rough tongue, the sensation rippling through his body as the tongue ran up the sensitive underside of his now erect cock. The worgen knew his stuff, and it only irritated Suel further; after all, the wolvar was now pent up with the sexual tension and frustration that came with watching a slutty worgen dress up in enthralling clothing, and not doing anything about it. The licking became faster and more intense, where Samain would bring his tongue up to the tip of Suel's cock, lapping at the head and coaxing some of Suel's pre-cum out. Though pleasurable, Suel still wasn't satisfied, and took the liberty of grabbing Samain's head once again and forcing his cock into the worgen's eager maw. As if expecting it, Samain effortlessly adapted to the black shaft now firmly sliding in and out of his mouth, giving out teasing moans of lust as he sucked away at Suel's cock.

Likewise, the wolvar moaned in his own delighted pleasure, captivated by the intense pleasure of having the worgen attend to his needs, forgetting all about the embarrassment and frustration that he had just endured. The feel of the warm muzzle around his shaft was more than enough to place him in a zone of pure pleasure, but the worgen added in his own extra qualities: rough tongue still working its way around his cock, and a paw that was placed firmly on Suel's scrotum, gently massaging them as Samain worked his head back and forth. The tension faded, and Suel released his grip on the worgen's head, letting his paws drift through Samain's fluffy mane, freshly washed and scented to smell like berries of the sweetest sort.

"You know, it's a shame that they don't consider body positioning as part of most fashion," started Suel, "because you look your best when on your knees!"

Gazing up at him, the worgen meet Suel's eyes, causing Samain to blush a deep red underneath his otherwise grey fur. Aside from that, however, the worgen dutifully went back to sucking away at Suel's now very slick shaft, both of them knowing full well how close the wolvar was to climax. Suel found himself breathing heavier as the lust within him continued to rise, the sensations on his cock continuing to intensify as he felt his orgasm nearing, coaxed out by the hand on his balls and the muzzle on his shaft.

It was close now, so close. His gripped at Samain's mane, the final moments before his seed would rush through his cock, covering the worgen in his white fluid. Of course, he intended to pull out; it was only fair that he get the last laugh, and covering Samain's grey furred face in his warm cum would be a grand finisher. Samain kept going though, and Suel gripped tighter. Here it was! Only a few more thrusts and he'd be over the edge and th-

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KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

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Three loud drums on the wooden door caused both worgen and wolvar to jump, Samain withdrawing his muzzle from the slickened, pre-cum coated shaft while Suel remained dazed in a trance of pre-orgasm.

"Oh hey, that must be Rhurn!" said Samain, licking his lips to get some splattered pre off of his maw. The worgen cheerfully headed for the door, yelling out a quick hello to the other side of the door.

Rhurn. The big, black furred tauren from beside the lake. No, Suel thought, no no no, this was not happening. Not now, not as he was so close to cumming. But no matter his protests, it was happening, and the situation wasn't getting any better, judging by Samain's swift return.

"Rhurn is here to pick us up! Co'mon Suel, you gotta get these on quickly!" said the worgen, tossing Suel his pair of red trimmed black panties. The final piece of the outfit.

Samain had already slipped into his, the pink lace disappearing underneath the frilly skirt, yet despite his rush to get ready, Suel could have sworn that he saw a wry smile from the worgen. The built up lust was fading now, the wolvar having been denied an orgasm, but Suel knew one thing was for certain.

By nights end, the worgen would learn that a horny druid is not something to toy with.

To be Continued!

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Cadray, 2014. Ft. Suel