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Gatherings - Part Three

Three knocks and the satisfying bliss of what should have been an orgasm vanished into thin air. The brown furred wolvar raged on the inside, his stiff cock a constant reminder of what could have, what should have, been. Grudgingly, he wrapped a paw around his erect cock and forced it down into submission, fighting the erection in the hopes of making it disappear. As much as he hated having to do it, there was no other way around: He'd have to do it elsewise he wouldn't be able to fit in his panties.

Gods be damned if he were to let that last bastion of dignity crumble.

"Hurry up, Suel! Rhurn is waiting on us, and we can't be late for the party!"

The voice of Samain came from by the entrance of the wooden hut, and looking up, Suel found Samain already focused back onto the out-of-sight Rhurn, twirling around as he showed off his pink trimmed outfit.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a second. Gods know it isn't the end of the world. You could just get up and leave before I'm finished. Not that I'd care, wouldn't be the first time you've done it. "

His tone was icy and cynical, but it was more of a mumbling rant to himself rather than a direct statement to the distracted worgen. Sighing yet again, he held up the pair of soft black panties, secretly admiring the quality of them as he proceeded to step through the leg holes in order to put them on. As he did, the wolvar noticed that his legs both looked and felt slimmer and more feminine than normal. No doubt it was thanks to the clothing he was wearing, but it made him question the degree of change his body appeared to have undertaken. Tight stockings and tighter corsets could make almost anyone look more girly, but knowing what his body looked like by default moved him to instead question the worgen's physique.

Pulling the panties up and underneath his frilly dress, Suel found himself staring at the worgen standing in the doorway, oblivious to the wolvar's curious gaze, all the while Samain continued to talk eagerly with the tauren. If the wolvar judged himself to look fairly average while naked, what would the worgen look like? Truth be told, Suel had never noticed Samain's body shape while the worgen was naked, mostly due to the fact that there were more important bits to be staring at rather than the whole body overall. It did make him wonder: what if he only viewed Samain as an illusion of femininity, given to him by his clothes? Was he more akin to a feral worgen, brutish and savage? As the wolvar pondered, a gust of wind blew in through the open door, ruffling up both Sam's and Suel's dresses, allowing him to make up his mind.

Did it matter what Sam truly looked like? At the current moment, his mind agreed that the worgen had a great looking rump, and that's all that mattered for the moment. Provided Suel could get what he wanted from the worgen, physical looks took the lowest priority! Brushing himself off, he took a quick moment to indulge in a guilty pleasure, performing one solid rotation on the spot, enjoying the sight of his frilly skirt follow his graceful movement. Smirking, he looked up to make sure no one had seen him. Luckily, there was no sign of Sam breaking his chat with Rhurn, and so gave Suel some time to reflect upon one last thing.

As much as he hated having to dress up so embarrassingly, the wolvar secretly loved every second of it. His mind was torn between the frustrating embarrassment of the situation and the guilty pleasure of being able to dress in such revealing attire. The two mindsets tore at his head, leaving him muddled and still undecided with the situation: he knew he enjoyed it, but the other half of him was still stubborn and wanted him to feel embarrassed and self-conscious. Still, he broke out of his trance which, luckily, made him realise he was still staring at the worgen as Sam turned to face him, allowing himself some time to act innocent. Sam didn't notice, and instead hollered at him with a look of disbelief.

"It took you that long to put on a pair of panties? You wolvar like to take your time, don't you. Well, you'll find our invitation over by the big bookcase. The one with the half open copy of ...uh... um... Northern Exposure... yeah... it's the thing being used as a bookmark..."

Suel found the invitation nestled in the open copy of the book, pristine and nicely folded. Opening it up, the wolvar found no trace of anything that specifically mentioned him or Sam. In fact, no names were mentioned, only a greeting and generic invitation written in neat black ink.

"Hey Sam, why do we even need this? There's no mention of us in here." Suel said, staring back at the worgen.

"Well, it's more for safety reasons. I don't want to get turned away at the door because we don't have some kind of proof." Sam replied.

"Uh, fair enough. I guess in a city of druids, shifting form doesn't quite cut it for identification terms."

"Yup! Besides, you know me! I think it's a good thing to have the invitation anyway. More fancy stuff for us! Now co'mon, we gotta get going!"

Smirking, Suel hurried over to the door where the eager worgen was standing, nestling the invitation into where his 'bust' would have been, had he been born a girl. Having somewhat forgot the past hour or so, Suel happily shifted past Sam, out the door, and straight into arms of the waiting Rhurn.

"Hey, slow down there, gorgeous! We'll get to that bit later!"

A heavy blush rose to Suel's face as he realised his error. Score one to Rhurn, the wolvar should have known better than to make an easy mistake such as that. He felt vulnerable enough wearing the outfit Sam had chosen for him, the last thing he needed was to expose himself to the smug tauren. Pushing himself lightly away, Suel nodded in acknowledgement of the hulking black bull.

"Rhurn. My apologies, it is nice to see you again."

Looking down at him, the tauren gazed into Suel's eyes, a wry smirk forming on the bull's face.

"Maybe you should do a little curtsey with that? It'd suit your current look!" Rhurn said, the annoying nip of some wit and sarcasm weaved into his voice.

Furiously blushing once again, Suel ignored the remark and looked back at Sam, beckoning him over with a gloved paw. Sam smirked, stepping out of the hut, closing the door behind him as he stepped out onto the paved stone road of Nighthaven. Suddenly, a large, three fingered hand was placed on his naked shoulder, causing the wolvar to jump from shock.

"Ah, don't be so hard on yourself, Suel. I meant it only as a joke. I have to say, you look simply amazing. When I said 'come in your best dress', well, you've certainly outdone me there." The Tauren said, moving over to place his other hand over and onto the shoulder of Samain, "because let's face it, you two are such an amazing looking duo. The pink and the red, especially on you, Wolvar, is just such a great choice. Who knew a druid could pull off such a pretty look such as that?"

"Hey! Don't forget the worgen that made the pretty look!" started Samain, playfully pulling at the hand on his shoulder. "Now co'mon, we have to get to the party!"

Wordlessly, all three started walking down the roads, worgen and wolvar guided by the heavy hands of the tauren in between them. Idle chatter about the outfits erupted between Samain and Rhurn, and Suel eventually tuned himself out and focused on the more important things. For one, he couldn't quite figure out if Rhurn truly was just having a few cruel jokes at the wolvar's expense, or if the bull truly was sincere about Suel's outfit. Either way, Suel wasn't going to take compliment nor jape lightly. He was already pent up and in the mood for a little 'revenge' of his own on Samain, so why couldn't he have a bit of fun at the tauren's expense?

"Hey Rhurn," started Suel, interrupting once the conversation turned to talk of skirts and panties, "don't you feel a little left out, not having an outfit like ours?"

"What do you mean?" replied the tauren.

"Well, you know" continued Suel, "With such a great fashion statement, the girls will be so jealous that they'll be all over us. And where does that leave you?"

"Ah, wolvar, I thought you'd know a little better than that. Even if that were true, I think Sammy here makes it fairly obvious of the type I'm into."

"Well, you certainly are missing out then! I can really see you getting lots of practical use out of wearing a dress like this. After all, the skirt has really easy access to the rear!"

The tauren snapped his head to look at the wolvar, who was smugly smiling right back at the black tauren. Rhurn wasn't at all irritated: on the contrary, he had a look of amusement painted onto his face. Suel could tell it was a cover up though, as the wolvar could see the faint blush of embarrassment twinkling in the bull's eyes. Without letting him get a word in, the wolvar continued.

"That's just my honest opinion. For that matter, I can see the dress and something else being right up your alley!"

With a thundering boom, the tauren erupted in laughter. Suel once again smirked, knowing he'd gotten his fun out of Rhurn. The laughter was short lived, and the tauren returned to his graceful state within a few seconds.

"Ah, Suel of the Wolvar, you are a witty one. Just remember this for me. A wise old druid once told me 'When a man makes judgements upon a stranger, he reveals the true nature of himself.' Not that I'm complaining, as you share my type of humour. More so, it is just a little advice. Especially for this party, strangers abound here. So just think on that a little: I know where I stand, but where do you? "

"Speaking of which," piped in Samain, "we're almost there."

It was true, as the party of three approached the doorway to a large hall. Surprisingly, the doorman seemed to know exactly who they were, and no invitation was needed. Suel found himself constantly thinking about Rhurn. It was hard to read the tauren's intentions, but thankfully the bull only found himself content to listen to a hushed comment from the elven doorman before whispering back his own hushed remarks to the elf, who laughed and happily let them enter the building. Upon entering, Rhurn let go of worgen and wolvar before turning to face them both.

"Now I've got some business to attend to. You two run off and go have a good time with the others, ok?" started the bull, and upon finding that Samain had already run off to chat to another, more manly looking worgen, he faced Suel and continued, "But don't have too much without me!"

As the bull laughed, Suel let curiosity overcome him and he asked his question.

"Hey Rhurn, what did you and the elf at the door say to each other?"

Pricking his ears up, the tauren grinned toothily at the question.

"Funny you should ask that. He told me what a lucky guy I was, taking two stunning girls to the party with me!"

Blushing once again, Suel continued on with the second part of his question.

"And what did you say back to him?"

Turning his toothy smile into a sly, if not arrogant looking, smirk, the tauren happily replied.

"Well, let's not have me answer that actually. After all, we only meet a few hours ago, and I don't want to scare you off! "

The party was mostly uneventful, to say the least.

About an hour had gone by and there was still no sign of Samain. Suel had searched all through the bustling hall in hopes of finding his dress partner, but the worgen had vanished in the small time Suel had been distracted with Rhurn. The tauren had also disappeared, leaving Suel to interact with druids of various races and personalities. Many were intrigued at having a wolvar in their company: the bread and butter races of tauren, night elves, and some worgen and trolls, were all there in the hall, but one lone wolvar. It made for some interesting conversations, meeting some new people as well as old friends alike, but they still didn't satisfy the craving he was after. Despite the small amount of worgen within the room, Samain was invisible to Suel's eyes. Of course, a pink and black dress shouldn't have been too hard to spot, but the wolvar assumed that the worgen had gotten himself tied up with a crowd eager to socialise with the feminine worgen. This assumption came from Suel's own situation: he found that he had his fair share of curious looks and approaches, not sure if it were from his looks as a worgen, or from the looks of his outfit, but nonetheless the crowd was there. There were a number of both flirty men and awkward men who talked to the wolvar, as well as the jealous glares of some of the now seemingly plain dressed women beaming down upon him. Not that they were poorly dressed; vibrant dresses littered with baubles and other attractive oddities, but it was more so the fact that they were being out-done by a male wolvar! He now understood why Samain had been so eager to use the outfits, as they were clearly the most exquisite, if not the most scandalous, of any ensemble in the room.

Now, Suel took pride in his appearance. He was happy enough to make the girls jealous of him, and found it very fun to simply act casual when chatting to the many other druids in the room. Finally, he truly enjoyed himself with the freedom he'd been given upon wearing the dress. He would have been happy to strut his stuff in front of the whole room, but instead he had other priorities. Such as making sure to find Samain and intervene before some other guy decided he wanted the wolvar's prize. Amazingly, Suel found Samain within a matter of minutes, leaning back against a wall while some hot-headed looking, brown furred worgen stood intimately close to Sam. It was strange how fast Suel found the two worgen: he realised that before he had not actually been looking for the worgen, and only thinking about what he would do to the worgen once the wolvar caught him. Wandering over to the distracted worgen duo, Suel moved up behind the unknown guy, making sure that Sam could see him. Once Sam realised that the wolvar was there, Suel smirked and beckoned him over using his head. Hopefully the brown furred worgen wouldn't mind Suel reclaiming his prize.

Unfortunately however, Samain wasn't very good at discreetly acknowledging the wolvar's presence, and the grey worgen's facial expression betrayed Suel to the unknown worgen, who turned around to face him with a look of curiosity.

"Er, hello there! My name is Suel, and I was wondering if I could borrow Sam here? It'll be only for a few minutes." Suel said, hoping the worgen would be easy going.

"Wolvar, eh? Matching dresses too. Well that just makes my night; two lovely girls off to gossip about who gets this delicious hunk for the night! Well don't feel bad, princess, there's plenty of me to go around!" started the worgen, eagerly eyeing up Suel as he stood, all prettied up in his red trimmed dress.

Suel couldn't help but contemplate the attitude of the various druids he'd meet over the night. What was with all the cock-sure arrogance? Then again, he remembered that this was a party by and for the accomplices of the elder druids who were having their own gathering, and it seemed that everyone wanted to show off in one way or another.

"Well, actually doesn't quite work like that. I'm sure we'd love to stay and chat, but Sam and I really have to be going." replied Suel, hoping that Sam was getting the hint.

"Aha, I get it now! It's a shame; you girls are really missing out on some prime cut action! After all, isn't it a little boring without even just a single piece of red wolf meat? Fingers and tongues are good and all, but I suppose if you are ever after some real action then I'll be happy to join the both of you!"

Sighing, Suel rolled his eyes at the brown worgen. Was this guy really that stupid, or did he just not care? Stepping over to Sam, Suel took hold of the worgen, pushing him back with one hand while grabbing the frilly skirt with another. Looking back to the brown worgen, Suel spoke with dry wit.

"Hey, lover boy. Try again."

With that, he lifted Samain's skirt even higher, exposing the pink trimmed panties that had a very noticeable bulge inside. The brown worgen took a small step backwards, shock and amazement filling his eyes. Sam whined at Suel's exposition of him, but the wolvar knew the grey worgen enjoyed it anyway. The brown worgen licked his lips, regaining his composure.

"Well, I guess that'd explain," he started, moving his own paws up to his chest and cupping them over where his nipples would be, "the lack of these."

"So then," continued Suel, removing his grip on Samain and letting the dress return to its almost horizontal resting place, "I'm going to assume that all interest is lost?"

"Well, you do make a good point. I'm a man of exotic tastes. I thought I'd hit the jackpot once I saw a wolvar had come over to me. Even more once you told me you two 'girls' were fond of each other. But I suppose now that I see you aren't girls, I have to reduce that back to zilch."

A wave of relief washed over Suel. Samain remained speechless throughout the encounter, but Suel knew the feminine worgen was blushing and enjoying the conversation. Suel made a move to grab the grey worgen by his gloved arm and pull him away, heading towards the main door.

"Great! Then I suppose we'll see you around, anad good luck on your search for... exotic goods? Co'mon Sam, let's get going." Said the wolvar, before feeling a heavy paw lay on his shoulder, making him pause in his tracks.

"Hold up just a second. Two pretty lover girls are a pretty exotic choice for me." Said the brown worgen, smiling at Suel. "But two lover boys interest me even more!"

Suel's heart sank. He'd had enough of this. Calling upon his druidic powers, he enacted the rite of shifting to turn into his feral cat form, clothes surprisingly morphing to his body, but not with it. It was the least of his worries though, as he bared his teeth at Sam, forcing the feminine worgen to back away from him, toward the main door. Turning to face the shocked brown worgen, Suel let out a singular feral growl that formed to sound like a primitive way of speaking.

" MINE!"

Outside, a chill wind blew through the streets of Nighthaven, but Suel was unaffected. The burning lust for Samain's mouth warmed him, and once Suel had driven Samain onto the streets through the use of menacing growls and hisses, he once again called upon his druidic powers to reform back to his wolvar state. He'd forced the worgen over to a discrete looking tree by the lake, knowing that they'd need a decent amount of privacy! After seeing the terrified Samain, Suel knew that he should give the poor worgen a break. The brown furred wolvar smiled at Sam, knowing he'd found a weakness. A weakness he'd soon exploit.

"So then," he started, "On your knees, slut. We can talk about the party later. We have more important things to attend to, I think."

Slipping a paw into his panties, he found his cock already hard and dripping, having been teased and denied from the scene a few hours ago. Of course, he'd much rather be pounding the worgen's rump into the ground, but it was the situation that called for the necessary action. After all Sam had put him through, the wolvar wanted to kick him down a notch by coating his fuzzy grey furred face in hot, sticky druid fluid. Not that Samain seemed to mind: the worgen was already on his knees, Suel noticing that the worgen's shaft was poking out from under his own dress. But it was the act that mattered, and Suel was eager to hop to it.

Like before, the wolvar grabbed hold of the worgen's head, forcefully pushing him down onto Suel's black cock. The warmth of the maw was ecstasy for Suel, having craved it for so long during the night, already feeling himself leak pre into the worgen's eager mouth. Suel moved his hands back and forth in rhythm with Sam's head movements, being transported to a world of bliss as the worgen sucked away at his erect member. The rough tongue on his sensitive underside continued to make him feel on edge, just as it had been doing a few hours ago, and Suel loved every minute of it. He could feel the worgen's maw coming down till it reached the front of Suel's thick knot, which made him ponder what his next move would be.

If he knotted Samain's muzzle, there would be almost no chance of him being able to pull out, meaning the finale would be somewhat without meaning. Of course, knotting the worgen would mean another similar sort of dominant act, but it wasn't the same sort, nor the same style that Suel wanted to execute. Luckily enough, he made up his mind quickly as he could already feel his shaft throbbing with excitement. It hadn't taken him long to reach the point of orgasm, especially seeing as how horny he'd been from being denied an early orgasm, so he was not surprised. Maybe he'd just lost track of time, judging by the blissful trance Samain's muzzle and tongue had put him into. In fact, he almost fell over, narrowly avoiding it by reaffirming his grasp on the worgen's head because he forgot he was standing up! All feeling was coming from his pent up shaft, and he knew he was ready.

No interruptions this time. No knocking at the door, no letting go of the worgen. Balance in all things, and this was about to equal the odds.

Feeling the rush of his sperm from his balls as Samain delivered one last thrust down onto the black member, Suel quickly withdrew his cock from the worgen's eager muzzle, his paws forcing Sam's head back and into a 'waiting' position. It was almost too smooth, and Suel judged that the worgen had anticipated such action. Sam opened his maw, a hungry glimmer twinkling in his moonlit eyes, his own needy shaft stuck up and erect from underneath his dress. The moment had arrived, and Suel felt the rush of semen up his cock, shooting strands of white seed onto and into Samain's eagerly waiting mouth. In his pleasure induced state, Suel somehow remembered the goal he wanted to achieve, and knew that an open mouth was not what he wanted. Suel swiftly moved a free paw up to Sam's face, grabbing the worgen's muzzle around the nose and forcing it downwards, holding it still. This allowed the remainder of Suel's hot cum to spatter onto the worgen's face, coating it with Suel's pent up lust, white streaks running all through the grey fur. The pleasure from Suels shaft slowly died down, and the wolvar knew his orgasm was coming to an end. Suel eventually shot the last few strands of his seed directly onto the worgen's nose, hoping it'd be a lasting reminder thanks to the deliciously tempting smell of the wolvar's cum.

Panting, Suel sat down onto the soft grass, burying his fingers into the greenery. Somehow, he'd managed to not make much of a mess: aside from Sam's face, he'd generally been right on target with only a few little drops of seed having missed, which now lay blended with the grass. Samain himself lay stunned on his knees, panting with a look of solid lust on his now cum ridden face. His own cock stood at attention, still erect and unsatisfied despite what had just occurred. The worgen was still horny: Suel could smell the heat coming from the feminine worgen's cock, and Suel knew only one thing.

That'd have to change.

Feeling the lust build once again within him, Suel set his mind to a new task. Invoking the powers of transformation, he once again shifted to his feral cat form: agile, sleek, and much like its name, feral. Horny druids were not to be toyed with, especially ones such as Suel. Gliding up to Sam, the now-cat-wolvar gave the worgen his best toothy smirk, nuzzling his nose against Samain's cockhead. The worgen was kicked out of his lust filled trance, shocked to look down and see Suel's feral cat form teasing his fleshy pink shaft. Upon realising what Suel intended, some of the fear instantly vanished, but the constant thought of Suel desiring a snack lay throbbing in his mind. Luckily, Suel knew exactly what Samain was thinking, and decided to coax out the remaining fear by extending his rough tongue, lapping at the underside of the worgen's erect member.

As he continued to lick at it, he decided to go to the next step, slowly moving his maw towards the throbbing penis, eager to take it inside. As he felt his lips touch the tender shaft, Suel felt a large force tug on the back of his neck, paralysing him for a moment.

"Now hold up, just a second!" rumbled a voice from behind Suel.

Suel turned to find Rhurn standing behind him, holding the scruff of his neck. With his free hand, Rhurn pointed at Sam, who showed no visual surprise at the arrival of the bull.

"Tell me, Suel. Does he look comfortable? Sitting down on grass may be soft, yes. But I have a better place. He'd be much more comfortable on my lap, I think."

Initially, Suel was annoyed at the arrival of the druid. But then he realised just how many possibilities had opened up. A horny druid was not to be toyed with.

Two of them meant serious business.

To be Continued!

Cadray, 2014. Ft. Suel.