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Paws pounding down the dimly lit path, Achilles panted heavily, sides heaving from the exertion. He was tired, but it was all part of the experience - since his owners had their baby, his exercise had gone from long daily runs to pacing irately around the backyard, not even able to reach the sides of his cell on account of the short together on which his collar was fixed. _ I don't even know why I still stay there..._ he thought as he slowed to a quick jog, eyes trained sharply on along the rock-strewn page.

Thinking back on it, he supposed it was merely for old-time's sake that he remained where he was at all. Back before the baby, there had been great times; he could vividly remember long days at the lake, chasing sticks and birds and whatever else caught his fancy, owners at his side as he dove into the cool, refreshing waters. Just as fun as those days had been the lazy days at home, relaxing in the air conditioned coolness of the house or warming his bones by the crackling fireplace on a cold winter night.

With the arrival of the baby however, this had all changed practically overnight. The tether was placed at the centre of the yard, a non-descript dog house was purchased and placed nearby, and with that he had never set paw inside of the house since. They seem to think I'll eat their little brat, he growled inwardly, again cursing his owners' ignorance. Seriously, if I wanted to eat him, I'm pretty sure I could have done so earlier when the little turd was out in his sandbox. Chuckling slightly, he pursed his lips like he was sucking on a lemon. Besides, he's little more than a round tub of lard, just getting through all that fat would be a task on its own!

Rounding a familiar corner, he slowed his jog to a casual stroll, casting his eyes around the moonlit meadow he now found himself in. As he had expected, there were no other eyes which caught his, but then again, there never were. His friends were very accomplished at the art of hiding in plain sight, and for all he knew they could be a few metres from his nose and he would never see them unless they let him.

Rolling his eyes, Achilles just sighed and casually carried on his slow journey, picking along the faintly outlined path in the thick grass. "This is always my least favourite part of the walk," he muttered sullenly, casting his eyes around. Sure, it is a beautiful spot, he thought, but the grasses here tickle my stomach something fierce.

At that thought, the big black Great Dane let out a bark of laughter. It wasn't the grass he hated... To be honest, it felt quite nice brushing up against his undercarriage. "No," he growled with a grimace, "the real threats here are those damned sticks poking up in the grass! I can't count how many times I've thwapped my balls on one of those, and let me tell you, that doesn't feel..."

Achilles abruptly broke off his not-so-silent monologue, blushing against his dark fur. Didn't mean to say any of that aloud... Peering around, he frowned, eyes straining against the dim lunar light. Could have sworn I heard something... Ah, bugger. Shrugging, he came to a stop before the slowly meandering stream which wound its way across the pasture.

For a moment he just stared at his own reflection, mantled in starlight. Even he could see that he had lost muscle and gained fat over the last while. His sleek fur no longer clung so tightly against his powerful muscles, and he could swear that there was a bit of a paunch developing in his belly. If I'm not careful, I'm going to wind up looking like their damned kid, he growled inwardly, grimacing at the thought. Still, despite these observations, he still felt a hint of his vanity creeping in as he gazed back upon his own visage. His striking blue eyes, something that originally drew his owners to pick him as a pup, shone out like spotlights in the pale light. Not a single gray hair had marred his tan coat yet, and with a smug grin he struck what he figured to be a heroic pose, ears standing up, lips parted slightly in a silent cocky challenge.

Suddenly, a second face appeared besides his, and with his silent reverie shattered he hastily dropped his heat to the stream and took a deep gulp of water, cheeks burning again. At least he didn't hear me earlier... Achilles thought, forcing the cold water down his throat.

Naturally, to compound his embarrassment the water tracked down his airway with a poorly timed swallow, and with a hacking cough he yanked his head back, choking.

Abruptly he felt a paw slapping at his back, and with a splutter he coughed out the last of the water. Cheeks now feeling like they should be glowing from the heat of his blush, Achilles looked around to the lupine who had helped him out. "Thanks, Ren... Um... Technical difficulties?" he said with a weak grin.

Chuckling, the astonishingly white wolf to his side gave him a lighter pat on the back. "Technical difficulties, eh? So that's what you call it?"

"And what would you call it, my snide friend?" Achilles asked with a slightly stronger grin.

"I'd say you were so busy getting lost in your own damned eyes that I was able to casually stroll up here and sit by you a good 10 seconds before you noticed. Nice recovery, by the way... The way you inhaled that water really helped to mask your narcissistic stare-off!"

"Oh piss off, you jackass," Achilles growled playfully. "If you had my face, you'd stare too!"

Ren rolled his eyes loonily. "If I had your face, I'd never need to hunt again... One look from fifty feet and the poor critters would drop!"

Suddenly another voice, this one a little deeper than the last, chimed in. "Leave him be, Ren, he's already done more to hurt his dignity tonight than we could hope to compete with!"

With a yelp, Achilles suddenly felt a cold paw gently caressing his low hanging balls. "Find any of those evil sticks today, big guy?"

With a mischievous growl, Achilles kicked away the paw and whirled around. "Alright, that's it, you're going down!" Leaping with paws extended, Achilles collided bodily with the midnight black wolf, hurling the pair of them to the ground. Growling, he grappled and wrestled with the writhing wolf, snapping his jaws playfully until he had his friend pinned beneath his forepaws. "Now, I'll have no more snarky comments out you, Fell!" he exclaimed jokingly, pressing on the wolf's shoulder with a paw. "And no more grabbing either, you tool!"

Fell grinned toothily up at him, pearly whites glistening in the spectral light. "I promise, no more ball grabbing... Unless you ask nicely!"

"I guess that's good enough," Achilles said with a slight frown. Just what did the wolf mean by that? Ever since they had met, Fell had been somewhat of an enigma, and every time Achilles thought he had figured the wolf out, he pitched in a curveball to completely throw the Dane off track. Achilles stepped off the wolf, letting him roll to his feet, a grin replacing the frown. Try as he might, he could never stay mad around the two wolves.

"So what were you two rogues planning on doing tonight?" Achilles asked his friends, giving them a wink. "Any chance you'll find a place to fit in a Dane?"

To his surprise, Ren gave a loud snort and bit his tongue immediately, glancing with a smirk to his ebon-coated friend and winking slightly.

Fell for his part remained impassive on the surface, but Achilles could see a muscle in his jaw twitching as though he were trying to keep a grin off his face. "Oh, I'm sure we'll be able to 'fit' you in somewhere all right, big guy, as long as you're willing for us to 'fit' in with you as well."

The wolf's voice, like his face, was cool and collected, but the glimmer in his eyes and his slight, almost nonexistent emphasis on the word 'fit' made Achilles feel like he was missing something. Raising an eyebrow, he gave his friends an inquisitive frown, but they merely winked. Fine, I suppose I'll just have to play along for now, he thought, rolling his eyes. "You never did say what you had planned, Fell."

The dark wolf gave him a little smirk, chuckling. "Oh, you know. Whatever we want. Although we did have something else planned for later tonight, if you're game." To Achilles' questioning stare he simply wagged his bushy tail and said, "That can wait for later. For now, the ball's in your court, so to speak. What perks your interest on this fine night?"

Achilles shook his head, but decided to let it go. It's not like they've ever hurt me in the past, so whatever... If they have some new game planned, I'm up for it. Giving Ren a little nudge, he passed the buck along to the pale wolf, saying: "Let's go with what he wants this time."

***

As it turned out, what Ren wanted was to play a game of hide and go seek, of a sort at least. The white wolf started off as the hunter, and his only instructions to the others were to run. Taking Ren's advice, Fell took off alongside the Dane, but after a moment of considering glances he took pity on Achilles. "He wants you to hide, Achilles. He's got to find you... A word of warning, though," he said with a wink, "There's usually an incentive for us not being found, and a punishment for being found." With a toothy grin, the dark wolf abruptly turned, and within a heartbeat he had entirely vanished from Achilles' view.

"Terrific. A punishment? That's just lovely," Achilles growled to himself. Blinking uncertainly, he turned a couple times on the spot, wondering which way to go, how to hide himself. He took a couple tentative steps into the deeper bush, but stopped with a jerk as a piercing howl rang through the air behind him. "Great. Vague instructions and no time to think. This is bull..." Casting around in vain, he decided on a particularly dense appearing shrub and dove in.

Instantly he regretted his decision. What had appeared a soft and inviting shrub on the surface turned out to be a tangled, dense mass of spiney briers on the inside, and to add insult to injury, a particularly solid branch had managed to wedge itself directly between his hind legs as he fell, giving his low hanging jewels a solid thwack.

"Ugh..." Groaning loudly, his eyes crossed in his head as he cupped his unfortunate organs with a gentle paw. Alternately growling and moaning, he managed to stumble out of the bush and flopped over on his side, massaging his bruised testes as well he could. He felt like there were a thousand little scratches all over his body, but the pain between his thighs buried anything else.

Abruptly, he heard a snort of laughter from nearby. "Are you kidding me, Achilles?" Ren's grinning face swooped down over his, and for the third time that night Achilles felt his cheeks blazing. Ignoring Ren's outstretched paw, he slowly clambered to his paws, ignoring the twinges of pain from his groin. "So I made a mistake, Ren, shove it," he growled, eyes watering from the pain. Putting on a brave face though, he forced his mouth into a smile, albeit a pale imitation of his usual muzzle-wreathing grin. "No permanent damage, hopefully!"

For the second time that night, he felt another's touch to his sensitive balls, shivering involuntarily as Ren's deft paws softly worked his sore jewels over. "Jeez, what's gotten into you guys tonight?" he asked, unknowingly leaning back towards the white wolf's questing digits. His first instinct was to get the wolf's paw off his nuts, but they were actually doing wonders for the remaining ache, so without consciously deciding to he let Ren continue.

Ren gave Achilles' balls a last cupping and then reluctantly let the heavy orbs roll free from his paw, noting with a grin that Achilles' thick sheath had a pink tip extruded from the end. "Enjoy that, big guy?" he asked with a knowing grin. This is going to be too easy, he chuckled to himself.

Achilles gave Ren a guilty grin, turning away from the wolf so that his embarrassingly thickened sheath was hidden from sight. "I'm sorry, pal, but that... Well, it felt kinda good." Been such a long time since I had any action, I think anything could set me off right now, he thought to himself with a grimace. Although... He glanced quickly between the wolf's haunches and thought he caught a glimpse of pink underneath the thick pelt. With a gulp, he quickly looked away, shocked at the sudden renewed pulsing in his own sheath. He shook his head to clear away the thoughts. "So let's just pretend that didn't happen, and get on with the game," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Did you catch Fell?"

The wolf wagged his tail, winking. "The game is about whoever is caught first, my fine clumsy friend. Which, as it would appear, was you!" With a devious smirk, he gave Achilles a light punch on the flank. "Hey Fell, you around here?" he asked in a conversational tone, not even bothering to raise his voice.

Like a magician's trick, within seconds the dark wolf was padding out of the forest towards them, chortling and wagging his tail. "Had a little bit of a tough time there, Achilles?" he asked with a hint of a grin, raising an eyebrow. "Just can't catch a break tonight, eh?"

Achilles chuckled somewhat awkwardly, rolling his eyes. "How about we just forget about my balls for now, okay buds? It's not like you guys have never been thwacked there before, I mean, everyone has at some point, right?" Nudging at Ren, he shook his head as though to clear away the thought. "So what now, Ren? What's the plan?"

"Well, I suppose we try again! We'll make a wolf out of you one of these days..."

As Achilles turned to run off, he tried to keep conscious of the things his friends had said in the past about stealth: which plants would make noise underfoot, how to lay down a confusing scent trail... But for some reason, Ren's last comment kept ringing in the front of his mind, sending little tingles down his spine. Make a wolf of me... Achilles frowned slightly, keeping his pace steady as he weaved through the trees. They wouldn't actually want me to join their little pack, would they? He slowed for a moment, deep in thought. Would I want to join their pack? To be as a wolf, in the wilderness...

Abruptly a cleft in the rock wall he had been running by caught his eye, barely visible except for a slight tuft of moss which spilled out of the opening. He flicked his head around side to side, thoughts forgotten for the moment as he searched. The rock wall continued solid and unbroken in both directions, a dark, sparkling mass of granite. When he moved slightly, even the moss he had noticed before vanished, and it was only from a few certain angles that he could even see the crevice under the moon's ethereal light. This will be as good as anything, I guess... Crouching, he backed slowly into the cleft, relieved that his entire body fit in the narrow space. Settling down quietly, he let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding, sighing. This has got to be good enough!

Now that he was still and hidden for the moment though, the strange thoughts that had been in his head since he had taken off from the wolves resurfaced, filling his mind with confusion. Could I even survive out here? He growled softly to himself, focussing on his thoughts. _ I mean, I don't think they'd let me starve, but wouldn't I just be a burden?_ With a grunt, he remembered his owner, feeling a sharp pang of guilt. And there's the owners too... What would they do?

The more he thought about his owners, however, the less he thought that they would care. My time in that household is long since passed... He sighed as that thought came to mind. It's true though... There were good times, many good times, but... They've moved on, and so should I. Still... Wolves? He chuckled lightly, remembering when his friends had first found him. He still didn't know what had drawn them so close to the city... They both claimed different things, which led him to believe there was something else he was missing. Ren had said to him that he had smelled a deer in the area, and had thought it would be worthwhile to investigate, given how scarce food had been that winter. And to be honest, it's a decent excuse, Achilles thought, remembering how skinny the pair had been when he first met them. However... Fell had told him that the only reason they were on the outskirts of the city was that he had just been curious to see where the humans lived. And why would they have two separate stories?

Not that it really matters, in the end. The pair had seen him and taken pity on him, huddled out in his doghouse, trying to keep warm from the bitter winds howling down from the mountains. With Ren keeping watch, Fell had easily leapt the fence and landed lightly on his paws, sending up a little puff of powdery snow on impact. Trotting over to Achilles, who at that point had been more interested than nervous, he had inspected the Dane briefly before snorting and tugging at the lead attaching him to the doghouse. Before Achilles could ask him what he was doing, the rope had come untied and Fell had pulled it free of his collar.

Achilles had followed them that day, overcoming his suspicions and nervousness. For the first time in months he had felt alive and free, able to pursue what he wanted, when he wanted. As the night had waned on into the early morning, he had followed his two new companions back to his yard, and with their help managed to affix the rope to his collar once again, good as new. However, before they had left that night, they had showed him how he could undo the rope on his own, and with a twinkle in his eye, Fell had told him to watch for them on the next full moon.

Sure enough, on the next full moon the pair had turned up like clockwork as soon as the lights had gone out in the house, mischief hovering behind their golden eyes. The pattern had continued, Achilles returning to his house by dawn the following morning, but each time he found himself having a harder time returning to his suburban existence. Each time he watched his friends lope away before the pale morning sunlight, he felt a stronger pang of loneliness; the urge to tear his lead off, to leap the fence, and to join the wolves grew stronger with each solitary morning. The two showed him kindness and caring that he hadn't felt in a long, long time, and with each passing moon the bond connecting the three seemed to grow stronger.

As Achilles picked through the difficult thoughts running through his head, a new sense of assuredness began to flow through his mind. My life with the humans is at an end. They won't even notice I'm gone... However... These guys... Suddenly, the thought of leaving his owners behind didn't even seem like an important one. _They made their choice, and I'll make mine! _Without even realizing it, his long, bony tail began sweeping back and forth involuntarily, thwapping into the sides of the dark rock.

Abruptly, he realized he had been wagging his tail, cringing as the last solid thwack seemed to resonate slightly in the tight space. Damnit, I don't want to lose that easily! Eyes suddenly focussing again, he quickly scanned the forest around the area, and sighed with relief when his search turned up empty of wolves. Not gonna get me that easily! Ears standing up on his head, he inhaled deeply, but neither suspicious sound nor scent came to him.

Which is why it was such a surprise when Fell's dark face suddenly appeared before his, blotting out his view of the outside.

The wolf's later claims that he had 'yelped like a 3 week old cub' were, of course, totally unfounded.

However, even he couldn't deny the fact that he jumped and subsequently smacked his head on the rock hard enough to leave a goose-egg sized lump on the top of his skull.

"Your reactions just get better and better each time," Fell laughed, giving the Dane's head a quick sniff as he slunk free from his hiding spot. "Were you... Wagging your tail in there?"

Achilles looked at his friend in embarrassment, thankful that his thick fur hid his furious blush. "Uh... Well... Some might say that, yeah..."

Fell grinned, tail wagging jauntily. "Well, at least you didn't smack your nuts this time, could be worse, right?" With a smirk he turned around, calling over his shoulder: "Let's go find Ren, shall we?"

Nodding, Achilles began to follow his friend, but his mind kept flowing down strange paths without his doing. Suddenly the firm, furry orbs half-hidden beneath Fell's dark pelt, which he had seen on innumerable occasions before, held a strange fascination for the great dog; he felt his gaze drawn back towards them every time he tried to look away. He managed to tear his eyes away from them fast enough every time Fell turned back to say something to him, but after a couple times he thought he saw a faint mischievous twinkle alight in the wolf's eye. A light grin touched his muzzle, but thankfully he spared Achilles any embarrassing comments. However, what he did do was lift his tail higher until it was pointed directly upwards in the cool air, exposing the dark wolf's balls and otherwise hidden tailhole to the Dane's questing eyes. As enticing as the wolf's testicles seemed to him, that tight pucker drew his gaze just as often, and with a shiver he realized that the tip of his cock had slipped forth from his sheath into the cool night air. Blushing even deeper than before, he managed to wrench his eyes away once again, trotting up to walk beside the dark wolf. He felt a wave of relief as his cock slipped back into hiding once again, but he could have sworn that he saw Fell's nostrils twitch a couple times, and he couldn't miss the wide, predatory grin which spread itself across the wolf's muzzle.

The trip back to the clearing passed slowly for Achilles as he struggled to keep his unruly body under check, but by the time they arrived he had finally achieved some semblance of control. Sighing, he sat down on his haunches as Fell did the same, the wolf raising his muzzle to the cool air and letting out a piercing howl. As before with Fell, it seemed only seconds had passed before Ren's pale face was pushing its way out of the shadowy brush, a wide grin wreathing his muzzle. Tail swishing behind him, he walked up to his sitting friends, giving each a little nuzzle before sitting down with them as well. "Out again, Achilles?"

Achilles just rolled his eyes. "It sure seems that way, doesn't it?"

"Hit your balls this time?" Ren gave a pointed glance downwards, and Achilles shivered slightly at his look. Suddenly, as if of their own accord, his eyes dropped down in a mirror of the white wolf's stare, drinking in the sight of what lay between the wolf's thighs. Another shiver racked his body, and he could feel his cock swell slightly in his sheath. It was hard, seeing around the wolf's front paws, but if he held his head just like so...

Fell glanced at Achilles, staring downwards towards Ren's crotch seemingly without a care in the world, then rolled his eyes and gave Ren a knowing grin. A similar grin spread across Ren's muzzle, mischief playing in his eyes as he slowly spread his front legs to allow the Dane full view. The slightest sliver of pink showed through at the tip of his sheath, but the swelling by the base of Ren's sheath betrayed just how aroused he was by the whole situation. Not that he was worried about it, of course. As Ren smirked, he turned his gaze back low between the Dane's haunches and was rewarded with almost a solid inch of pink protruding from the tip of the great dog's bulging sheath.

Abruptly, Ren and Fell both sank down onto the grass, laying down and blocking the Dane's previously uninterrupted view. Deprived of the objects of his attention, he blinked a couple times, and then seemed to come back to his senses. With an abashed grunt he flung himself prone as well, gulping slightly at the feeling of his distended sheath brushing against the soft foliage. "Um... Uh... Where were we?"

Without skipping a beat, Ren replied without a hint of the lewd grin he had been holding a moment before. "We were just talking about you joining our pack, weren't we Fell?" The dark wolf gave a somber nod, holding the Dane's eyes with his own. "So, what say you?"

Flabbergasted, Achilles opened his muzzle to speak, but for a moment he couldn't make himself say anything. Closing it again, he looked back and forth between the two, a little unnerved by their sudden mood reversal. He had been with them long enough that those kind of things should have been second nature already, but the manner of question which they posed to him this time threw him. His conflicted thoughts resurfaced with a vengeance, having laid dormant for the last few minutes, but with them rose that same sense of self-assuredness he had felt while waiting for Fell. He smiled nervously, wagging his tail slightly, and was relieved to see that although neither cracked a smile, both of the wolves' tails twitched slightly.

He stared into their eyes deeply for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts. Ren's eyes, solid gold and gleaming like burnished metal, stared back into his unblinkingly, but he could see that the wolf was struggling to hold back a grin. Fell's eyes, on the other hand, were calm and unwavering, the deeper golden irises broken only by a slight sliver of green in the left. It was just as they always were... Ren, the impulsive, crazy one, and Fell, the quiet, reserved one. However, despite how weird the two could act sometimes, he somehow knew that they would never actually hurt him, nor would they want to. Staring back into Fell's eyes, he felt a sense of calm come over his troubled mind, and with a sigh he made up his mind.

"You guys are crazy. Absolutely off your rockers. Why would you want a klutz like me around all the time?"

Fell looked at Ren for a moment, then back at him, a smile tugging at the corners of his muzzle. A small one, but it still warmed Achilles' heart to see. "Why does anyone want the companionship of another? It's the same reason here." Licking his nose briefly, he thought a moment before continuing. "You are our friend, and we know we are yours as well. You have nothing where you live currently; no friends, no family, no life. Whatever was there for you before is gone now." He sighed. "We want to give you a better life. You deserve it, Achilles."

He abruptly smirked. "Now, don't get us wrong. This life, if you choose it, won't be an easy thing like what you're used to. There will not be meals provided... Beyond what we hunt together, that is. There will be cold times, hungry times... But I'm pretty sure it's a far better offer than what you currently have."

Ren started talking suddenly, filling in where his dark compatriot had left off. "Think about it, Achilles. No more being tethered in your yard, at the mercy of the humans' whims as to when you get fed, where you sleep. It's freedom." He snorted, smirking. "Don't worry; we're not going to expect you to be a successful hunter within days of being with us. But you have it within you to be a more than competent one; we can tell. So we have to help ya along for a little while... That's what friends are for, isn't it?"

"So what say you, Achilles?" Fell was staring into his eyes again, and he felt compelled to hold his gaze steadily.

"I... Uh..." Achilles stuttered for a moment, still a little overcome by the suddenness of the whole surreal situation, but hearing what his friends had to say on the topic had made him feel better about it. "I obviously can't promise I'll be a useful member of the pack, at least soon... I have a lot to learn, I think, but I'm willing to learn if you are willing to teach!" He smiled wryly. "And you're right about my owners... They probably won't even notice I'm gone. I..." He trailed off again, looking between the pair, but he was sure they already knew he would accept. "I would be honoured to join you two, if you would have me."

Abruptly, wide smiles erupted across the wolves' muzzles, and with tails wagging they pounced on him, covering him in little licks and nuzzles. "And we would be happy to have you, you great klutzy dog," Fell said with a grin, happiness clear in his bright eyes.

They stayed up only a little while later that night, eventually deciding to sleep before anyone fell asleep standing. As Achilles bedded himself down, he was shocked to find Ren and Fell on either side of him, snuggling up tight. Astonished, but not in a bad way. I could get used to this, he thought, mind heavy and slow with fatigue from the night's activities. Their thick pelts felt wonderful against his shorter fur, and the heat seeping from their bodies into his own held off the bitter edge of the wind better than any doghouse. _ I definitely made the right decision._

Putting his head down, he smiled to himself, eyelids drooping closed. For the first time in months, he finally felt sure of himself and what he wanted. _ And this is what I have been wanting all that time, although I may not have known it myself. _A contented smile wreathing his muzzle, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

***

Achilles lay still and silent, bathed in the ethereal rays of the dim moonlight which streamed through their cave. He dared not move a muscle; although his legs were beginning to cramp, he couldn't bear to stop what he had been doing. Every now and then his listlessly lolling tongue would draw back up inside his muzzle when he realized how it had been drooping, but invariably within seconds it was right back in the same position, dripping drool slowly but steadily into the slowly growing pool on the cool stone floor. Now and again, an almost invisible shiver would wrack through his body, but like his tongue, he paid that little mind. All that mattered was what his eyes were focussed upon nearby.

Like a flame drawing a moth, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the sight captivating them. Not even a foot from his muzzle, Ren was sprawled out across the floor, body seemingly reached out to its full length, paws stretched towards the moon and belly exposed, white fur glimmering in the fitful moonlight. His haunches were splayed open, leaving nothing to Achilles' imagination, besides possibly what resided within that thick furred tube nestled in between his muscular thighs... And that was just what had mesmerized him and captured his full attention for all that night, and the night before, and countless nights beforehand. It wasn't always Ren... Sometimes when his slightly more shy friend was sleeping, he rolled into just the right position, and it was all Achilles could do not to pounce on him right there and then and find out for once and for all what the pitch-black wolf was packing between his thighs.

But tonight, it was Ren, and tonight Achilles had finally decided to make the first move. It's not like he'll be offended, he thought to himself, trying to quell the nervous stirrings in his stomach. He couldn't prove it, but he was almost entirely sure that there had been several hunting trips the two wolves had gone on... 'Hunting trips'... Which had amounted to no more than the two of them screwing each other silly. He himself had been doubtful at first, but just seeing the way they cavorted with one another sometimes, a little closer and more intimate than simple friends... It seemed almost like sometimes they were on the verge of doing something more, but his presence stopped them and made them save it for later. The fact that he could often smell one's musk either on the other's breath or under the other's tail was a little bit more obvious.

However, it had been weeks since their last suspicious solitary hunting trip, and if he guessed right, they were probably about due for another one any time now. _ I figure I can join in on this one... Or at least forestall their going_, he thought to himself with a grin, licking his lips slowly. The plan was simple. All he had to do was wake them up, and ask. Say something naughty, perhaps. And therein lies the problem... Achilles thought to himself, shivering once again. I've never spoken dirty to someone in my life, let alone my friends, and certainly not another male!

Another problem was the fact that this wasn't the first night he had resolved to act upon his suspicions and try to join in with them... The last week, he had been planning it again and again, thinking of different lines he might use to entice them, thinking of ways to bring it up without making the situation awkward... And he kept coming up blank.

Oh gods, he is sexy tonight... Achilles licked his lips again, little trails of drool flinging off the tip of his tongue. _ I... I have to at least smell it tonight. At least that._ His own cock was almost painfully hard, yet still fully ensconced within his sheath, but he didn't dare reach back to free himself lest he wake one of the others. That would lead to no end of awkward questions, them waking up to me staring at Ren's cock, he thought regretfully, whimpering involuntarily at the tight constriction. Thankfully his knot wasn't fully swollen yet; it just barely fit in his sheath as it was, and fully engorged it reached the point of pain with the tight flesh still wrapped around his length.

With a whimper, Achilles began slowly crawling forwards on his forearms, trying his damndest to remain quiet. Even still, he was painfully aware of the soft rustle his fur made as it brushed against the rock, his slight whines of painful pleasure as his exposed tip brushed against the ground. Despite all of these noises, which seemed to ring in his ears like thunder in the sky, neither Ren nor Fell stirred in their deep slumber, so he continued forwards. He was so close he could almost taste his victory already...

He stopped when he was naught but a couple of inches away from the prone wolf's pale, sleeping form. An involuntary shudder wracked his body, and not for the first time he contemplated just sliding his way back to his sleeping spot a few feet away from the wolves' own spots, and just trying to get back to sleep, to forget the whole insane escapade... But there was some part of his brain that just wasn't willing to accede defeat when he was so close to his goal. Still, for an entire five minutes he lay there, barely even breathing for the chance of waking one of them while his brain turned the thought over and over. However, despite his long vigilance, absolutely nothing seemed different. The two slumbered on, oblivious to the horny Dane and the devious thoughts right beside them. Seeing their complete immersion in sleep was the only thing that convinced him to move forwards again.

Licking his lips with a suddenly dry tongue, he moved his head forwards again until his nose was practically resting on the pale wolf's hip. Swinging his head around, he gave another quick, almost frantic check to Ren's face, but as before the only movement was that of his eyes twitching under their lids. Still asleep, thankfully, he whispered fervently, barely able to contain a nervous laugh which he could feel bubbling up in his gut. _ I hate all this sneaking around... It's gonna kill me one of these days,_ he thought with a grin. Still... Seeing where his muzzle was positioned, and what his face was pointed directly towards, he couldn't help but feel that it was worth any amount of trouble just to be right there, right then.

Gingerly he extended his muzzle towards the thick, fleshy tube until his nose was resting less than an inch from its tip. Finally... Slowly, savouring the experience, he breathed in deeply through his nose, and immediately a thick musky aroma penetrated his brain, sending shockwaves through his body. He could have died a happy dog there and then, just from that one sweet smell of the wolf's ambrosial scent... If he didn't know that he had other things planned for the night. He had smelled the wolf's sheath before in passing, but it was never anything more than in greeting, and he had never had the opportunity to linger over it, to analyze the scent and truly enjoy it. On the surface it was a similar smell to the wolf's own typical scent: an enthralling mix of the scents of a northern forest and an underlying wolfish smell, similar to that of Fell and any of the other wolves he had met with them. The deeper he analyzed the scent though, the more he could discern. Directly beneath that wolfish overtone lay a heavy, alluring musk, at once thick and masculine, but with a subtle, almost sweet overtone to it. The thought of heaven on Earth came to mind, but he shrugged that thought off with a grin. Let's not get melodramatic here, Achilles, it's just a cock, he thought chidingly to himself.

But it wasn't enough. Despite how amazing it smelled, now all he could think of was how it might taste. Just the sheath for now, he thought to himself. I definitely can't afford to get him horny... There's no way he would sleep through that, deep sleep or not! But the thought stuck at the back of his mind, gnawing at his brain. _ No!_ he growled inwardly, I definitely can't!

Still, there was something he could do. Ever so slowly, he let the tip of his long pink tongue extend from his muzzle, and with his heart pounding at what felt like a million miles an hour, he shuffled forwards the last inch and let his tongue rest upon the very tip of Ren's sheath.

Even through the slightest of contacts which he had with Rell's cock, Achilles almost jizzed at the sheer naughtiness of what he was doing. And if the thought of what he was doing wasn't enough, the faint taste on his tongue was surely. Gritting his teeth, he managed to hold back his orgasm, but only just barely. Eyes clenched in concentration, he found that he had to physically pull himself away from Ren's midsection before that dangerous feeling went away entirely. And even then, his cock still throbbed painfully hard in his sheath, between his body and the floor. _ That... That was bloody close_, he thought to himself, panting slightly. Forcing his eyes open a crack, he moved back to his former position with a quick check to ensure that Ren's eyes were still closed. They were, and so he moved right back in between the wolf's thighs, letting his tongue not only just touch the wolf's sheath this time but slowly licking down the length of it, from the longer white fur at the tip to the slightly sparser white fur near the base, where his knot would be when engorged.

The taste was every bit as good, and better, as the smell had been. It was as though every aspect of his scent that Achilles had found to be appealing had been magnified tenfold in the taste. It was primarily that of clean skin, fur, and warm wolf flesh, but his sex-addled brain made it seem like ambrosia. He let his tongue drag up and down the length of the furry tube several times, lathering up the wolf's pale fur before turning his attention further south.

Since the day he had met Ren, Achilles had never been able to keep his eyes from the wolf's testicles. It was the same with Fell... For the first few weeks that he knew them, it was more of an annoyance than anything arousing; back then he would have never even considered what he was doing now, let alone act upon the thoughts. No, it was a mere nuisance, but even then he couldn't deny that the wolf (both wolves, if he was going to be honest with himself) had very well endowed genitals. Despite the fact that Achilles was probably at least a good 30 pounds heavier than either of the wolves, the wolves' balls were at the very least comparable to his own, and that was being conservative with his estimates. Now, with his face mere inches away from the white wolf's pair, he could tell that his previous guesses had been all too correct. While the size of a dog's (or wolf's) sheath was no sure measure of the size of his cock while horny, there was no hiding a massive pair of balls, and Achilles actually found himself slightly in awe of the pair before his eyes. Lying loosely against the wolf's body, the gigantic ovaloid orbs claimed his eye as much and more than it had before, and he suddenly found himself licking them with an abandon that would have terrified him had he been in any rational state of mind. Gone were any thoughts of keeping Ren asleep; suddenly, all Achilles could do was take one of the heavy orbs into his muzzle and suckle on it like a pup would on a treat.

Again, the taste was very similar to what he had tasted before on Ren's sheath, just slightly more concentrated as the source was actually inside his muzzle. It wasn't only the taste though that was driving his arousal to ever-increasing heights... The realization of what he was doing was more than enough, and the sensation of having that massive, furred ball in his muzzle definitely didn't hurt. _ I'm actually sucking on his balls..._ Achilles thought with a fierce shiver. He knew that he should be being more careful, that he should be taking care to ensure that the wolf didn't wake up during his ministrations... But he just couldn't make himself care. Bringing a paw up, he gently squeezed at the base of the wolf's sheath, gently stroking at the loose skin... And he almost had a heart attack when he realized that the wolf's knot was slightly swollen in his sheath.

Achilles yanked his face back, the wolf's thoroughly wet testicle falling back against the wolf's pale body with an audible slurp. His head darted towards Ren's, and with an abrupt, painful realization he saw that the wolf's eyes were wide open, staring directly back into his own. That in and of itself was strange enough... To look directly into the eyes of another wolf was to risk insult and anger unless the wolf in question was a mate. However, Achilles couldn't see any anger in the wolf's burnished gold stare. Instead, he found what almost looked to be... Lust.

Still, he dropped his eyes immediately and abashedly, cheeks blossoming into a fierce blush. "I... I'm so sorry... I don't know what came over me..." A growing panic was blooming in his chest. _ I fucked up, and now they're going to kick me out. Who wants one such as me in the pack, who takes advantage of others in their sleep?_ "I... I have no excuses... I..." Suddenly, the mounting senses of shame and horror became too much to handle under the wolf's steady gaze, and with tail tucked he rose and bounded out of the cage as fast as his long legs would take him.

Eyes half shut and unseeing with misery, he sprang out into the open, racing across the clearing. He thought that he could hear one or both of his friends calling out to him, but he didn't dare return. Not after what I did. I would kick me out of the pack if I were in charge, he thought disgustedly to himself, cringing at the thought. What an asshole I am...

Suddenly, a large mass landed on his back, and with a startled yelp he felt himself get tackled to the ground, legs tangling beneath him as he tumbled head over heels a few times before coming to a rest. He whimpered quietly, knowing it was Ren even before the wolf's scent hit his nostrils. Resignedly, he turned himself over onto his belly, tucking his tail into the most submissive pose he could manage. He hardly even dared to look the wolf in the eye; instead he kept his head down and stared at the wolf's heaving chest, still panting from his headlong run.

"Achilles... Damnit, stop cringing there!" Ren growled, brusquely brushing the tip of his nose against the Dane's own. "Look at me, Achilles!"

Shivering at the wolf's dangerous growl, Achilles hesitantly looked back up, eyes following the line of Ren's neck before finally meeting eyes with the wolf. What he saw there caught his breath.

A wide grin wreathed the wolf's muzzle, and in his dark golden eyes playful light sparkled and danced. Despite his growling, Achilles could tell that Ren meant him no malice; there was a softness to his expression that anger could not have been hiding behind. Despite all of this, thought, Achilles still quaked with embarrassment and shame. "I... I don't know what came over me, Ren." Achilles sighed softly, then looked back at his friend's face. "I wouldn't blame you if you want me out of the pack... I can leave, if you would like me to." Giving the wolf a little shove, he pushed to his paws and turned away from his friend, heart aching with every step. "Goodbye, Ren..."

As he started walking away slowly, ever so slowly, he heard the wolf call after him softly. "Achilles, wait..." He stopped suddenly, ears abruptly perking on his head as he gasped. His whole world seemed to slow down, to hinge on this moment, upon what the wolf said next.

"Achilles, come here..." Again, the wolf's tone was soft, but this time, he could swear there was an almost... Sensual tone to it. He turned slowly, not daring to hope, but still slightly buoyed by the fact that Ren still wanted to talk to him.

Ren grinned slightly as he saw the DAne begin to turn back. "Come on, Achilles, I'm not going to bite!" Grin widening, he hoisted up a hind leg in the dog's direction, tail wagging slightly as he bared his distended sheath to his friend. "I think this makes my case quite eloquently... So what say you, pal?"

Achilles' jaw dropped at the sight. Flabbergasted, all he could do was stand there stuttering, brain frozen and full of random, disjointed thoughts until his friend dropped his inviting leg down and walked over to join him. Once the wolf was standing beside him, he repeated his invitation, moving his body into position directly beside the dog and facing in the opposite direction before hoisting his hind leg up again to expose his nether regions once again to the Dane's questing eyes. "You don't need to say anything, Achilles," he said with a grin, "It's all in the actions!"

The Great Dane just stood there a moment, brain still playing catch-up, until he felt a sudden breath of air upon his own genitals. Looking back with wide eyes, he could see the wolf's head was buried between his legs, looking for all the world like he was just doing a greeting sniff... But no greeting had ever been so personal! The wolf's nose was practically pressed up against his sheath, and with a shiver he realized that the breath of air he had been feeling had been the wolf's breath, coming out in little pants as he hungrily sniffed at the Dane's cock. Without warning, he felt a sudden surge in his groin, and before he could even warn Ren he felt his cock tip poke out of his sheath. But that wasn't all... The instant it had been exposed to air, a little squirt of his pre had come shooting straight out to peg the wolf right between the eyes. He heard Ren gasp, and when the wolf pulled his head back he felt his cheeks blaze again as his eyes made out the large, damp sticky spot of fur on the wolf's face.

Achilles cringed, a dozen apologies swirling through his head, ready to be used, but he stopped himself before he could utter any. There again was no anger on the wolf's handsome face, just a wide, lustful grin and cocked eyebrows. "Shooting a little early, aren't we?" was Ren's only comment. At that, Achilles' cheeks burned even hotter than before, but the grin on the wolf's muzzle only made him harder. He grinned back, fighting back against his embarrassment, and was shocked to suddenly feel a warm tongue lapping up against the tip of his cock. All he could do was groan with pleasure, sighing blissfully at the unexpected sensation. With a new abandon, he turned his head back towards the wolf's own proffered genitals, and was stunned to see that a good solid inch of reddish pink flesh was poking free from the wolf's bulbous sheath, dripping with a clear nectar. This may only be a dream... It probably is, he'd never do this in real life... Achilles thought to himself, But dream or not, you simply don't turn down an opportunity like this!

Heart pounding, he found himself swinging his head down beneath the wolf's still-raised hind leg until he was back in the same position which he had started in earlier, facing down the length of the wolf's thick furred sheath. The scents were the same, only magnified by the wolf's arousal... And he had never smelled something more appealing in his life. Tongue hanging free of his muzzle, he moved forwards a little more and flicked his tongue along the very tip of that dangling member, moaning as the taste burst across his taste buds. The salty, sweet fluid seemed to coat his tongue, little amount as it was, and with a groan he found himself wrapping his lips tightly around the tip, not able to withstand the temptation any longer.

With his lips pressed right up to the opening of the wolf's sheath, he was amazed at how naturally the motions of oral sex came to him. Never before had he even thought of suckling on another male's most intimate parts, not even his own, but here he was, wolf cock in his muzzle while his own cock was being lapped at with abandon by the very same wolf! Never mind lapping, make that suckling too, he thought with a moan, gulping slightly as the wolf's sudden powerful sucking began to attack his rapidly growing member. Suckling harder on the penis in his muzzle, he began to lick rhythmically along the growing length with his long tongue, swirling it around every smooth contour he could find, revelling in the wolf's fleshy taste. His extra efforts didn't go unrewarded either... Within mere seconds, he felt a sudden jet of warm, sticky fluid splash against the back of his mouth, and suddenly his mouth was awash once again with the salty, delicious flavour of the wolf's pre. Squeezing his thin lips together as best he could around the wolf's shaft, he pressed the wolf's furry sheath back slightly, and was astounded to suddenly feel the tip of the wolf's throbbing malehood pressed up against the very back of his throat. He's massive! Achilles thought in shock, pulling back slightly so as to avoid gagging himself. He wanted so badly to pull himself back, to see the full length of what he was working with... But he just could not bear to take that delicious tool from his muzzle for even a second. Fortunately for him, that decision was made for him.

Abruptly, Achilles felt something warm and wet brush roughly across the tight puckered muscle beneath his tail. Jerking, he suddenly gagged as the lupine member in his muzzle jabbed at the back of his throat, and coughing he reluctantly pulled away from the delicious rod, letting it fall free from his muzzle with a loud slurp. Licking away a strand of drool and pre still connecting his mouth to the squirting member, he suddenly jerked again as he felt the abrupt rough sensation across his tailhole again. Whipping his head around, he was still somehow surprised to see Fell's dark face grinning lewdly back at him from underneath his tail, tongue still half out of his muzzle. "Fell!" he exclaimed, bewildered. "What... What were you doing?!"

Fell grinned at him, his usually-aloof manner nowhere to be seen. Instead, his face was filled with a lustful grin, eyes twinkling. "What, my good Dane, you don't recognize a good rimjob when one bites ya in the butt?"

Achilles goggled at him for a moment, and then broke into a fit of giggles. "More like licks you in the butt, right?" He cringed the moment it left his muzzle. "Sorry, sorry, horrible pun heh." He looked back at Fell with a questioning stare. "But... Why were you doing that?"

The dark wolf looked at him with amusement tinged with exasperation in his eyes. "You've really never had one before? I suppose you've never even been screwed, eh?" He gave the Dane a feral smirk. "Just trust me and go along with it, big guy... It'll feel good, I promise!" Grinning, he gave Ren a quick lick to the muzzle, letting his tongue trail across the Dane's half-exposed knot. "Mmm, you've snagged a tasty one here, old friend!" He suddenly winked mischievously at the white wolf. "What's say we show our friend here a good time tonight, eh?"

While Ren didn't say anything in return... He was still too busy suckling on the Dane's throbbing member... The extra hard suckle that he gave couldn't have been anything but in response, and was enough to elicit a deep groan and a squirt of pre from Achilles. "I... I think I could get used to this sort of thing," the Dane gasped, moaning again as his tail wagged spasmodically. "S... So how does this w... Work?"

Fell winked at him, nodding towards Ren's still-bobbing cock. "Why don't you tend to him for now, and I'll see what I can do back here!" Panting slightly, he added, "Don't worry Achilles, I won't do anything that will hurt you."

Suddenly, of his own accord Ren dropped heavily to his side and flopped over onto his back, spreading his legs and making the Dane step around them so that he was standing directly over the wolf, although still facing in the opposite direction. Throughout the whole move, his lips never once left contact with the Dane's hard cock, and Achilles could actually feel his balls churning, desperate to lose their pent-up load of jizz. However desperate he was though, he couldn't help but stop to admire the wolf's beautiful rod as it lay bobbing in front of his face. Long, thick, and hard, it carried a slight arching shape, swollen out generously near the rosy, veiny tip and swelling out even more along the long, smooth length before tapering back smoothly along the pale coral coloured shaft until it reached the knot... And the knot! he thought with a gasp. It looked to be as big as the apples his human family had used to enjoy, if not slightly bigger. The colour across it transferred in a smooth gradient from the pale coral to a fiery crimson, and all over the massive bulb stretched a delicate latticework of thin red blood vessels, engorged with blood and keeping his cock thick and hard. In sight of that glorious tool, he barely managed to give the wolf's hefty balls a second look, but he knew that any other day the mere sight of those beautiful white furred orbs, each the size of a chicken's egg, would have held his gaze under rapt attention.

But he only had eyes for that massive cock bobbing inches from his lips, and with a groan he gave in to the temptations. Cracking his maw open once again, he curled his tongue out and slurped the tip of the wolf's rod back into his muzzle (Where it belongs!), slurping up the slimy rivulets of pre which had been accumulating along its length. The sensations boiling along his body felt electric; he felt charged and full of life and energy, ready for anything to come. Like Ren hopefully will soon! he thought with a grin. I don't wanna be first my first time!

As suddenly as he had started before, Fell abruptly resumed his furious licking at Achilles' tailhole, and it was all the Dane could do not to squirt his load there and then. In that moment, he understood exactly what the dark wolf had been talking about. The sensation only lasted a few seconds, but just as he was about to whine for Fell to continue he suddenly felt the tongue back, and even harder than before. Whereas before Fell had only lapped at his muscular ring, now his tongue curled up tight and punched right through the pucker. Something down there (My prostate?) suddenly was aflame with pleasure, and with a groan he began to thrust haphazardly at Ren's muzzle, trying his best to keep his barely-restrained hips under control enough so as not to ram his knot into the wolf's poor muzzle.

As though Achilles' thrusting was a signal Ren had been waiting for, he himself began thrusting deep into the Dane's muzzle, deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock actually penetrated through into Achilles' throat. What's more, Fell's tongue vanished for a moment, but then suddenly a heavy weight landed on his back as the wolf mounted him, wrapping his strong forepaws around Achilles' thrusting hips.

Thrusting roughly, Fell, brought the tip of his still mostly-sheathed cock as near to the Dane's flailing hindquarters as he could, and then with a sudden jerk he shoved himself forwards, impaling the big dog in a single thrust brought on by years of experience. Despite Achilles being larger than Ren in most regards, somehow he managed to be even tighter than the wolf was... And that is saying a lot, Fell thought with a grunt. Luckily for him, Achilles had ceased his frantic thrusting for the moment, and although Fell was sure that Achilles would enjoy it in the end, he was a little abashed at having shoved his way into the Dane's tailhole with such little regard. Thankfully, only his tip had slipped in when he had thrust, and with a squirm he felt the first slippery jets of pre start to squirt from his tip, helping to lubricate the tight passage beyond what he had done with his tongue. He waited a moment, and then slowly began pushing forwards again, letting his sheath get forced back by the Dane's tight muscular ring until he was hilted deep in his friend. Hilted, but not fully hard yet, he thought with a grin. You're gonna enjoy this, bud...

When the shock of the initial penetration hit his body, Achilles was frozen for a moment, bewildered by the sudden sharp pain. What the... He would have gasped had his muzzle not been crammed full of throbbing, squirting, thrusting wolf meat, but in lieu of that he gave a deep, muffled moan. Why can't it feel as good as his tongue had? he thought, tailhole still twinging slightly from the initial pain. However... As he thought about it, he realized that it wasn't painful any more... His body had adapted to it, and now the only feeling he was left with was a curious full sensation, like there was something there which ought not be. However, there was something amazingly, desperately, right about the way it felt.

The sudden pain had held back his orgasm slightly, but he knew that wouldn't last long. However, it was still a shock when his shy friend suddenly pushed forwards again, until the wolf's low hanging balls were pressed up softly against his own. Even Ren noticed; although Achilles couldn't see the wolf's face, he could imagine the devilish grin on his muzzle as he reached his muzzle up between their two motionless bodies and wrapped his tongue around the base of Fell's cock, at once caressing the wolf's throbbing, engorging member and lovingly rimming around the Dane's tight ring. "Oooohhh..." Achilles groaned, unable to stop. Two can play at that game, my friend... Pulling his own muzzle free from the white wolf's cock, he dipped his face downwards until he was staring at the wolf's tail, then angled his head back towards the wolf's body, flicking his tongue out and letting it bathe over the wolf's own tight tailhole. Let's see how long we can keep this up, eh Ren? To Achilles' pleasant surprise, it was actually quite tasty and clean, and with a grin of his own he started to lick at the tightly puckered muscles with a passion.

Growling powerfully, Fell pulled back quickly, shivering at the feeling of Ren's tongue lashing at his length before slamming his hips back against the Dane's, balls slapping heavily against Achilles' own pair. Although the Dane was slightly bigger than Ren, it was immediately clear that he had never before even thought of having anything up his tailhole... The slippery muscular passage constricted and convulsed around his growing cock, just barely wide enough for him to squeeze into. _ Good... Good thing I lubed him up well_, Fell grunted as he slammed his cock into the dog's ass once again. This wouldn't be going so well for either of us! As it was, it seemed like Achilles' tailhole was fighting his cock with everything he had, but this was one fight he was determined to win.

Fell's almost instantaneous personality swing had Achilles panting for breath and digging his claws into the cool soil, unconsciously spreading his hips wider to allow the wolf better access. The pain he had felt initially had faded almost instantly, and now the wolf's expanding cock was grinding up against something... Something wonderful deep within him. It was a feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before... It was almost like every thrust was a miniature orgasm right there, and although he didn't actually shoot his load as Fell thrust, he could feel the pre squirting from his cock in far greater quantities than ever before.

As Fell fucked his friend, he was shocked to hear his growl answered by one equally passionate from the great Dane. He was even more astonished to hear the dog bark "Fuck me, Fell! Harder! Oh god, harder!". Of course, the dark wolf was more than happy to oblige Achilles' wishes.

At once, the pounding on his rear tripled in intensity, with the wolf's engorging knot now slapping up against the rim of Achilles' ass on every thrust. Shivering with lust, he gave Ren's tight tailhole one last lick before pulling his head back again and locking his lips around the wolf's throbbing cock once again, right up to the knot. Immediately he could tell that the wolf was almost painfully aroused by the whole situation, and with an inward grin he realized that Ren would probably be finished very, very soon. Which is excellent, because I think we all will be... The feeling of Ren's muzzle wrapped around his cock once again made him shudder, and giving fully into his lust, he began thrusting in an off-pattern to Fell's frantic fucking, desperate to plant his seed deep in the wolf's hot muzzle. He wasn't even surprised as the wolf beneath him began fucking his face hard, even enjoying it as Ren's heavy, full balls slapped against the bridge of his muzzle.

Abruptly, Fell stopped thrusting, and Achilles had a moment to begin to think, What is he... And then he saw stars as he wolf shoved forwards hard, harder than any other thrust yet. His friend's fat knot was stuck outside his tailhole, but he was doing his damndest to get it inside, and Achilles' body was having none of it. He whined, thrusting back against it despite the pain, desperate to get the entire length of the wolf's hot, throbbing cock in his body.

Backing off a moment, Fell pulled back until nothing but the very tip of his cock remained in Achilles' tight passage, his once tight sphincter gaping slightly at the absence before he shoved forwards again. Putting all his weight behind the forceful thrust, he was slowed again at the Dane's tight hole, but with a deep, feral growl he shoved again and suddenly...

POP

If Achilles had been seeing stars before, it was nothing compared to now... But for totally different reasons. Then, it had been the pain of having something softball sized forcibly crammed into his ass; now, it was the feeling of a glorious, throbbing, hot knot grinding up hard against his prostate. It was quite literally the best thing he had ever felt in his entire life, what was happening that very instant... Between that heavenly cock and the tight suction on his own member (not to mention his own slurping on the thick rod in his muzzle), he didn't think he'd last another 10 seconds. He could feel his balls beginning to tense up towards his body, and with desperate abandon he began ramming his hips downwards with all his force, mindless of Ren's sharp teeth as his huge knot wedged the wolf's jaws open wider and wider...

Ren wasn't quite as far gone as Achilles, but the familiar burning heat of orgasm was still building in his groin, and his knot was engorged to its full size. He was still aware enough to realize what the Dane had in mind, and although his jaw was already stretched open almost painfully wide, he had no qualms about taking the entire squirting length enter his muzzle. _ It's only fair if it goes both ways, though_, he thought with a devilish grin. Reaching his muzzle up as high as he could, he let Achilles pummel at his face, opening his jaws as wide as physically possible as the dog's massive knot bounced off his lips... But he also wrapped his hind legs tightly around the Dane's neck, so that he couldn't pull away when Ren himself started fucking him as hard as possible. _ Mine isn't so large as this monster anyways; he shouldn't have a problem! _

Under the wolf's sudden onslaught, Achilles' first impulse was to pull back, but there was nowhere to pull back to, nowhere he could look where the wolf's impressive knot and balls weren't pressed up tight against his face. His initial reluctance faded almost immediately though, and with a shudder he bent forwards and wrenched his own jaws open, body rocking to the tune of their fucking. Someone's gotta go first here, and I don't want it to be me! The pressure was building up to an almost unbearable level in his groin, and his mind was awash in ecstasy. _ C'mon..._

Suddenly, a high pitched howl erupted into the cool night air, and Achilles felt a delicious heat spreading throughout his bowels even faster than before as Fell finally gave way. Locked as he was into the Dane's ass, he was prevented from his previously all-pervasive thrusts, but to make up for it now in the throes of orgasm his hips became a blur as he erupted.

With machine-gun rapidity, Fell's bulbous knot ground hard into Achilles' prostate, and finally the pressure that had built up was finally released. He felt as though his mind was flowing away with the long, thin white streams arcing from the tip of his cock and being replaced with a feeling of sheer ecstasy. Thrusting one last time, with the feeling of his knot finally sinking into the wolf's muzzle, he barely even noticed as his own jaws were wrenched wide open and Ren's exploding cock slammed deep into his muzzle, squirts tickling at the back of his throat. Now buried deep, he thrust hard and fast, ancient mating instincts taking over his brain and telling him to plant his seed, wherever it may lie. All conscious thought washed away, leaving only pure pleasure in its place. Pure pleasure, and the virile taste of potent wolf semen on his tongue. The thin, watery spurts came in rapidfire bursts, filling his muzzle and shooting straight down his throat. He gulped desperately, just barely able to keep up with the flood of seed.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the three collapsed down on top of one another as best they could, rolling onto their sides to lie in a panting, musky pile. Achilles and Ren still nursed one another's cocks, suckling gently and savouring the salty flavour now rather than just gulping it down. Achilles himself had never felt so at peace as he was right now, in a situation he had never dreamed he would find himself in before. The comforting warmth of Ren's jizz in his stomach contributed a wonderful full feeling, and the still-pulsating heat from Fell's buried cock still triggered little jolts of pleasure along his cock, even if nowhere near to the same intensity as before.

Although Fell could talk if he wanted to, he decided he would wait until the other two were free until saying anything. He could feel that things between them had changed... But for the better. _ I've got the feeling that Achilles will be sticking with us a good long while..._ he thought, giving the Dane a loving squeeze with his forepaws.

Achilles squeezed his tailhole lightly around the wolf's member, acknowledging the loving gesture with one of his own. I think I could get used to this sort of treatment, he thought with a strained grin around Ren's rod. A deep sensation of rightness filled his mind, and with a happy whine he pulled the others as tight to himself as he could. I think I love you guys, I hope you know that. A look in either of their eyes told him the magnitude to which that feeling was conveyed back to him from his friends... Mates? _ Whatever they are, I wouldn't want to leave them, not now, not ever!_ With a sigh, he closed his eyes, and within moments, despite the cocks still embedded in his body, he was floating away to the deep realms of sleep, buoyed aloft by the love he realized in his two wolf friends.