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Lukas stood up from his crouching position with a huff, his breath outlined as a fine mist in the crisp autumn air. He scrutinized his handiwork with a mixture of admiration and uncertainty; the wolves had been engaging in mischief lately, digging away at the boundaries of their enclosure and chewing at the fencing that kept them confined to one area. Though the zoo had designated a rather large area for the creatures' habitat (at least in comparison to the nearby exhibits), Lukas understood why the pack had become restless. They were wild animals accustomed to exploring the open outdoors, claiming their own territory, setting boundaries that expanded beyond what the zoo's makeshift forest could offer. Some animals simply weren't intended to live in captivity.

Of course, that's not to say that the zoo didn't provide a sufficient standard of living for the wolf pack they hosted. Lukas quite enjoyed being employed by this particular zoo because it maintained its facilities well and generally offered a high-quality experience for both its animals and its guests. It was simply dumb luck that the young river otter was stuck on early-morning duty, performing a job that he wasn't entirely qualified for. Kevin, the stocky Rottweiler who was usually responsible for maintenance and repairs to the exhibits, had called out sick for the past two days. The zoo hadn't prepared a replacement, likely because management didn't expect an emergency situation to crop up during their technician's fleeting absence... yet the wolves had other plans.

Lukas's supervisor had observed the damage to the enclosure shortly before closing time the previous night, and so the task of providing a solution fell to him. It was his responsibility to report to work at the excruciatingly early time of 5:30 A.M. (over two hours before the zoo opened to paying customers), implement some kind of temporary solution to maintain the integrity of the fence, and check back every few hours to confirm that it remained intact. Of course, his repairs weren't expected to be bulletproof; his supervisor had made it clear that he was simply holding the fort down until Kevin returned. And they were paying him overtime for coming in two hours earlier than usual. Wake up early, fix the fence... profit. Nothing to it.

The otter ran a paw through his thick, tawny brown fur, blinking the sleep out of his bleary eyes. Being a college student, the extra compensation was certainly welcome, although Lukas's current schedule made it especially difficult to rouse himself from slumber at the crack of dawn. He had been taking night classes in an effort to juggle both a full semester of schoolwork and a part-time zookeeping job. It was manageable, but awfully tiring. Coming in to work so early was certain to disrupt his normal routine. He had no doubt he'd be nodding off in class later that night due to the lack of sleep, but such was the life of a zoo employee. When you're working around animals all day, sometimes unexpected things happen and you're forced to respond accordingly.

Lukas reached down and tugged at the lengthy wooden board he'd wedged into the ground, serving as a reinforcement to the damaged fence. It seemed sturdy enough; he'd cemented it in place with a mound of dirt, tied the board to the fence with a pair of zip-ties, and covered up the small ditch that the wolves had unearthed. He was fairly certain that no animal would be able to dig their way underneath the fence AND shift the board aside. At the very least, it should withstand any attempts at canine liberation until Kevin returned from his sick leave. Lukas bent down and brushed the dirt from his khaki-colored zookeeping uniform, satisfied that he'd performed his duties successfully. A job well done... and there was still almost an hour left until the park opened.

"How's it looking?" came a lively voice from behind the slender otter. Lukas knew without looking that this was Paul, the other employee on duty in this section of the zoo. Paul was an older hyena, somewhere in his mid-forties, with a grizzled mane of fur streaked with silver. He'd been working at this particular zoo nearly as long as Lukas had been alive. During his lengthy tenure, he'd acquired extensive experience working with the patrons, performing staged routines with the animals and holding seminars where he taught inquisitive guests (usually children on field trips) about different species of animals. Lukas had always joked that Paul could have enjoyed an excellent career as a circus employee. He could imagine the jovial hyena taming lions while enthusiastically lecturing spectators on their habits, diet, and life cycle.

Lukas glanced over at his co-worker, who had stepped into the enclosure from a gate at the rear, adjacent to the nondescript building where the wolves' kennels were located. He was carrying large buckets of fresh water in both paws, presumably for replenishing the pack's supply of drinking water. He caught Lukas staring at the buckets and smiled knowingly. "Just refilled their water when I clocked in this morning, and they already need more. Thirsty little fellows, aren't they?"

"Yeah, and they're troublemakers, too," the otter grimaced, straightening his ruffled shirt as he motioned to the wooden board he'd just affixed to the base of the fence. "Good thing Angela caught them digging last night. You could almost fit an entire wolf through the hole they created. Imagine what would've happened if they had been at it for another day." Lukas gazed out beyond the fence at the empty tract of land that extended several hundred feet back before intersecting with the tall fence that marked the zoo's boundaries. A runaway wolf wouldn't be able to breach the outer fence, so it would have remained confined inside the zoo, but who knows where it would have traveled from there? Lukas could have arrived at work to find a ravenous canine snapping at flamingos in their water-themed exhibit. Yikes.

"Well, it looks like you did a good job fixing it up," Paul complimented the otter, setting the buckets down in the grass as he admired the temporary repairs to the fence. "Did you check the rest of the fence for damage? I wouldn't put it past those rascals to try digging out in multiple spots." His eyes traced the path of the fence around the enclosure, and Lukas followed his gaze, scrutinizing potential exit routes for the mischievous canines.

"Nope, no other signs of damage," he replied. "I did a walk of the perimeter an hour or two ago, before I started fixing this section of the fence. I'll probably keep checking it every few hours, just to make sure they're not digging again."

Paul gave him the thumbs up, then patted him on the back affectionately. "Good! Real nice work here, Lukas." He appraised the otter with an expression of pride displayed upon his rough features. "You know, it's a shame you're only doing this as a part-time college thing. You're a good employee, you get along well with the animals... I know you'll be on to bigger and better things soon, but I'd enjoy having you stick around for a while. You make my job easier, for sure."

Lukas grinned at him, trying not to blush. "Hey, someone has to do the hard work while you're showing off to the guests. What's the plan for today? Gonna wrestle with the tigers? Ride a giraffe, maybe?"

The hyena raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly to himself at the otter's playful banter. "No, no, nothing hardcore like that. We're bringing out a couple of the lemurs to show to the crowd." He motioned toward the gate through which he'd entered the enclosure a few minutes earlier. "Come to think of it, I need to head over to the auditorium so I can set up the display. The first showing starts at 8:30."

"Alright, I'll let you get on with it, then," Lukas responded. "Be careful around the lemurs -- don't let them pick your pockets." He said this in jest, but it referred specifically to a performance he'd witnessed some time ago in which a lemur had stolen a pen from another zookeeper's pocket and tossed it at one of the audience members. Paul was obviously aware of this incident as well, for he patted his shirt pocket, eyes twinkling merrily in the blooming sunlight, and reassured Lukas, "Not a pen in sight."

With this, Paul retrieved the buckets of water and headed back toward the kennels, eager to replenish the wolf pack's water supply and proceed with his impending duties. "Have a good one," he remarked over his shoulder as he traipsed out of sight around the corner of the small building, the heavy buckets swinging in his grasp. Lukas's acute hearing soon picked up the sloshing noise of the water being poured into the designated bin near the wolves' sleeping accommodations. Glancing around the enclosure, he noticed a few of the furry canines had perked up in response, their ears rigid and alert, and one of them trotted past him toward the kennels, clearly parched.

Lukas directed his gaze upward at the brightening sky above. It appeared that the sun had just recently crested the horizon, for radiant golden rays were bursting through the lush treetops of the monkeys' enclosure to the east. A slight chill still lingered in the shadows, characteristic of these brisk autumn mornings, permeating Lukas's thin khaki uniform uncomfortably and causing him to give an involuntary shiver. He still had nearly an hour remaining until the time at which he was accustomed to arriving at work, and although he'd allocated over two hours to the task of repairing the fence, he'd finished unexpectedly early. This left him with an ample supply of free time to burn. He supposed he would wander around the wolves' enclosure until it was time to resume his usual duties, inspecting the fence further to verify that it remained impervious to meddling pooches. Nothing else to do, really.

First, though... he had become aware of an increasingly persistent ache blossoming in his gut, signifying that he needed to relieve the pressure of a rather full bladder. The coffee he'd guzzled this morning to infuse his body with caffeine was now enacting its revenge. He had stubbornly ignored the compulsion to urinate while constructing his temporary fence repairs, focused on completing the task at hand, but it had become too urgent to overlook at this point. Unfortunately, he faced a dilemma; the nearest restroom facility was located on the opposite side of the monkey enclosure, which was a fair distance away from Lukas's current location. His chat with Paul had delayed his departure enough that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk that far without wetting his uniform. He needed to go now.

...Which left him with the option of urinating inside the wolves' enclosure. It did resemble a forest, after all, with an expanse of leafy, overgrown trees dotting the rear of the exhibit. This provided plenty of potential protection from wandering eyes -- not like there would be anyone present to witness him relieving his aching bladder anyways. Paul was the only other employee stationed on this side of the park at this early hour, and (as Lukas surmised based on the clanging of the nearby gate) he had just vacated the enclosure, en route to the stage where he'd soon begin preparing for his lemur showcase. No, it was highly unlikely that there would be any interruptions. He was in the clear.

Lukas followed the path of the fence further back into the enclosure until he was safely obscured from view behind a wall of thick tree trunks. Here, the atmosphere was decidedly more frigid due to the lack of direct sunlight, and the hard earth was camouflaged by a multi-hued blanket of crumpled, fallen leaves. It looked as though the forest had sprinkled a layer of brown and gold confetti about its roots. The otter's rudder brushed against the bark of a gnarled oak as he weaved between the wooden columns, seeking an optimal spot to release the flood building inside him. As he did so, he couldn't help but observe conspicuous stains at the bottom of many of the tree trunks, remainders from the countless times that the male wolves had marked this place as their territory.

"Well, I'm definitely not the first one to pee here," Lukas thought to himself as he approached a tree with little thickets of grass sprouting at its base. He found it amusing how territorial a wolf pack could be, how they obstinately marked the perimeter of their territory -- not with walls or fences, but with signs comprised of their own bodily fluids. It wasn't even necessary to do so here in an enclosed zoo exhibit, yet the males stubbornly lifted their legs against every vertical surface they could find, splashing it with their telltale golden brand. It was the simplest and most primal way to claim, "This is mine"... even if it's already obvious that it's yours because you belong to the only domesticated wolf pack in town. Silly creatures.

As Lukas hurriedly positioned himself in front of a tree, unbuckling his trousers with a sense of urgency due to the persistent ache in his loins, he detected a rustling noise emanating from the underbrush behind him. He reached down to grasp his zipper, craning his neck to glance backward, and was surprised to discover that one of the wolves was standing merely a few yards away. It examined him impassively with a pair of intelligent, auburn eyes that seemed to shine brilliantly, despite the lack of immediate sunlight. It was a beautiful spectacle to witness -- this proud, regal animal in its natural habitat (well, as natural as a man-made exhibit gets) -- and Lukas would have thoroughly appreciated it had he not been on the verge of uncontrollably pissing himself.

The otter wrenched his zipper downward and frantically unbuttoned his shorts, revealing the thin, plaid fabric of his boxers peeking through the opening. "So you followed me, huh?" he murmured distractedly to the watchful canine as he grasped the elastic waistband of his boxers. "Keeping guard so I don't see your packmates digging at the fence again?" he chucked to himself, feeling appeased now that he was moments away from soothing the throbbing ache in his bursting bladder. He wrenched the waistband of his boxers down, exposing his flaccid shaft and wrinkled sack to the cool air. Without further ado, he pulled back his sensitive foreskin and let loose, unleashing a dribble of translucent amber urine upon the tree that swiftly transformed into a powerful deluge.

This was one of those pisses that felt nearly as good as an orgasm, he mused as he arched his back with a sigh of deep satisfaction. There was no feeling more soothing than that initial moment of release after holding in one's piss for an impossibly lengthy time period. Golden liquid surged through his member with the force of a firehose, that internal pressure diminishing as his bladder relinquished its burden. The bottom half of the tree trunk slowly became stained with the darker, yellowish-brown hue characteristic of a tree that had been marked; the volume of urine he expelled was significantly larger than that of a feral wolf, and it soon began pooling at the base of the tree, making it look as though the entire pack had collectively marked this one spot.

After what seemed like ages, Lukas's stream began tapering off, his bladder nearly drained of its cargo. He released a final surge of liquid, then shook the end of his cock briefly to shed any remaining droplets that were clinging to the tip. He glanced downward at the substantial puddle of warm urine he'd produced, which was still dripping down the tree trunk and accumulating at its base. "Whew," the otter muttered gratefully, tucking his shaft back into his boxers. Given the volume of fluids he'd just expelled, he was fairly certain that he never would have made it to the public restroom, had he departed the wolves' enclosure; he'd probably be standing cross-legged somewhere in the vicinity of the monkeys right now, his shorts thoroughly soaked through with piss. Crisis averted.

Lukas was abruptly jolted back to reality by a sharp tug on his shorts, which were still unbuttoned and hanging loosely about his waist. He grabbed at his belt to prevent his shorts from dropping to the forest floor, looking around in surprise to distinguish the source of the disturbance. He was bewildered to find that the wolf had approached him while he was relieving himself and was now yanking insistently on his shorts, a mouthful of khaki fabric enclosed in its muzzle. Lukas was momentarily rendered speechless; he'd never seen any of the wolves behave like this before. It was almost as if the wolf was attempting to convey a message. Perhaps it was indicating that Lukas should follow it somewhere... "Did Timmy fall down the well again?" he thought jokingly to himself, his muzzle adopting a playful smirk.

The wolf tugged at his trousers again, this time more forcefully, such that Lukas was nearly thrown off-balance and had to clutch at the tree trunk to stabilize himself. "Okay, okay!" he reassured the demanding canine. "What do you want?" In response, as if it perfectly understood his questions, the wolf released its grip upon Lukas's shorts and trotted several yards away, heading vaguely in the direction of the front of the enclosure. The wolf halted beside a tangled shrub, its ears erect, legs splayed magnificent, muscles taut, tail waving like a banner behind it. Lukas couldn't help but notice that it resembled a hunting dog pointing its owner toward its prey; this wolf's body language practically screamed that it wanted the otter to pursue it for some unseen reason. Sure enough, it gazed at him for a brief moment, released a sharp yip as if to communicate, "Follow me!", and sprinted away between the trees.

Lukas dashed off in pursuit, too astonished to think about buttoning his trousers and refastening his belt, instead choosing to simply hold his shorts up with a paw while running. He could just barely discern the feral form darting through the forest ahead of him, although it was blatantly obvious where the wolf was leading him. Where else? The clearing where the remaining wolves resided was situated directly ahead, at the front of the exhibit. The otter crashed haphazardly through the underbrush, scarcely avoiding tripping over a convoluted tangle of roots before emerging from the murky confines of the forest, shaken and panting with exertion. His eyes darted back and forth, adjusting to the brightness of the blooming sunrise, attempting to discern whether some emergency was occurring. What had the wolf summoned him for?

He swiftly became aware that he was not alone. Nearly the entire pack was congregated before him -- all of the males, he realized with a jolt. The pack was comprised of ten males and only two females, both of whom were observing from afar, languishing lazily in the glow of the rising sun as if they were utterly indifferent to the otter's sudden appearance. In stark contrast, all ten males were positioned such that they faced the forest, like they had been awaiting Lukas's arrival; he began earnestly suspecting that that was indeed the truth when he recognized the wolf he had been following among them, identifying it based on its distinct fur patterns. It sat back on its haunches with its tongue lolling out, wearing an expression that seemed to exude triumph and mischief: "Ha, I tricked you." Its packmates, however, did not appear particularly pleased. Their body language was tense and their hackles were raised ominously, ears splayed back.

"What the..." Lukas mouthed, beginning to feel thoroughly unsettled by this unusual behavior. All ten pairs of those intelligent canine eyes were locked on him as if he were a bloody slab of raw meat, dangling just out of their reach, just begging to be ensnared and devoured. The otter couldn't help but feel intimidated, surrounded by a pack of creatures who knew nothing but the top of the food chain; under normal circumstances, he rarely felt threatened by the wolves because they often acted like playful, affectionate puppies. But something strange was occurring now... They were behaving unpredictably, and that frightened him. As he stood paralyzed at the forest's edge, a paw still clinging to his belt in order to suspend his loose trousers, he realized that a few of the wolves had begun circling around behind him such that he was pinned in one location. Surrounded by predatory beasts.

A cold chill crept down his spine, and it had nothing to do with the early morning hours. Was he about to be attacked by a ravenous gang of blood-thirsty wolves? He'd heard horror stories on the news of zookeepers being mauled and disfigured by the animals charged to their care, but those horrible incidents typically occurred because the animals had been provoked in some manner. They didn't simply transform from harmless, domesticated animals into aggressive, voracious beasts at the flip of a switch... did they? Lukas began unconsciously stepping backward, yearning to retreat into the forest, to make a desperate bid for escape -- but he was stopped in his tracks by a hostile snarl that froze the blood in his veins. They were growling at him? He'd never heard any of the wolves emit a noise like that!

The otter released an involuntary whimper as he contemplated his fate. He could attempt to yell for assistance, but who would even hear him? Paul had exited the enclosure nearly ten minutes ago, he was undoubtedly out of earshot. No other employees were stationed in the vicinity, and the park remained closed for another half an hour -- or perhaps longer, if his mangled corpse was discovered lying in the wolf exhibit... Lukas released a rattling breath as panic threatened to overwhelm him. He frantically struggled to recall the procedures he'd been taught in the safety instruction courses he'd attended as a new hire. What was the proper protocol when confronted with a violent animal? Everything he'd ever learned seemed to be seeping out of his beleaguered brain, scrambled by unbridled fear. Was he supposed to yell, wave his arms, make himself seem bigger? That supposedly worked for bears, but wolves?

Lukas was spared any further deliberation as a sudden, forceful impact against his lower back knocked him off-balance. Caught completely off-guard, he tripped forward and came crashing down on all fours, throwing out his hands to halt his momentum and scraping his palms against the unforgiving earth. This forced him to release his grasp upon his unbuttoned shorts, which came loose and slid down to his knees, revealing his plaid boxers. One of the wolves had lunged at him from behind, planting its legs squarely in the small of his back in an attempt to topple him to the ground; with this successful maneuver, the otter had been brought down to their level. Lukas gulped in terror, certain that these were the final moments of his young life. He was positioned awkwardly on all fours with several belligerent wolves staring him directly in the face. There was no escaping this ordeal. Goodbye, world.

He flinched as a furry torso brushed up against his right thigh. He'd expected the wolves to pounce on him immediately in his utterly vulnerable state, but they held station, still encircling him menacingly. Only one had approached any closer, and it was inching up gradually on his backside; Lukas braced himself for the moment of impact, the crippling eruption of agony as the feral predator sank its keen fangs into his unprotected flesh... yet he felt nothing but a swift tug on his unsecured shorts. His belt buckle clinked noisily in response to the sudden movement, a metallic jangling filling the air. The wolf clamped down on the thin khaki fabric, yanking at it with surprising vigor and ferocity, succeeding in pulling the shorts all the way down to the otter's ankles.

Lukas was forced onto his stomach by the wolf's savage jerking movements, mouth agape in a mixture of shock and protest. He briefly considered retaliating against his assailant in an effort to salvage his uniform, but thought better of it; neither his fists nor his legs would be able to inflict damage comparable to that of the wolf's gleaming fangs. Sacrificing his clothing sounded infinitely more appealing than placing his own flesh in the crossfire. Sure enough, the otter's keen hearing detected an ominous RIP!, signifying that the fabric of his shorts was being gradually dismantled by the berserk creature. Lukas's mud-stained shoes prevented the wolf from pulling the shorts off of his legs, and its frustration was evident in its violent wrenching gestures, which were producing increasingly gruesome tearing noises.

The otter rolled over onto his back, legs still tangled in his tattered shorts, and hurriedly kicked off both shoes. The wolf responded with a final outburst, yanking the shredded shorts cleanly away from Lukas's feet and depositing them a few yards away. This perplexed Lukas even further -- until now, he'd been under the impression that perhaps the wolves had coveted something he'd been carrying in his pocket (had Paul slipped a piece of raw meat in there as a joke?). It would certainly explain the ravenous expressions painted across their muzzles, the unsettling coordination with which they'd beguiled and besieged him... Wolves were some of nature's most efficient and collaborative carnivores, after all. But no, his shorts were clearly not the catalyst for this synchronized assault. They'd been ripped apart and tossed aside like a dirty dishrag.

The wolf began advancing forward, its brilliantly radiant eyes affixed unwaveringly upon Lukas. The otter was becoming increasingly aware of the chilly morning air creeping up his thighs, his legs uncomfortably bare save for his boxers, the thin sheet of plaid fabric pressed taut against his ruffled fur. His despair at potentially being devoured had begun to ebb away ever so slightly, supplanted by burning curiosity. What exactly did the pack intend to do with him? It wasn't characteristic of wolves to toy with their prey; they typically endeavored for a swift kill, eager to engorge themselves upon the spoils of their victory. If he was going to be mauled and/or eaten, it likely would have already happened. No, something more sinister was unfolding here...

Lukas emitted a yelp of surprise as one of the wolves on his left lunged forward unprovoked, seizing a mouthful of his boxers in its jagged maw and yanking viciously. The canine's fangs lacerated the delicate material effortlessly, ripping a gaping opening in Lukas's boxers. Simultaneously, the wolf responsible for removing his shorts darted forward, clamping down on the remaining shreds of his boxers and tugging hard. Another RIP! punctuated the silence, and before the otter could comprehend exactly what had occurred, his lower half was entirely devoid of clothing, his genitals dangling naked and vulnerable in the crisp morning air. The wolf standing before him seemed to laugh, eyes alight with amusement at Lukas's plight, a ragged scrap of plaid cloth still clutched in its muzzle.

With the abrupt removal of his boxers, Lukas's instinctual reaction was to conceal his exposed cock with his hands... but an insistent tug on his shirt sleeve provided an even greater distraction. Another wolf had bounded forward and latched onto the wrinkled fabric around Lukas's elbow, threatening to dismember the top half of his uniform in similar fashion to the bottom half. Bewildered though he was, Lukas had received the message. Guided by some mysterious motive, the pack was forcefully stripping him of his clothes -- and if he didn't take immediate action, his shirt would become the next casualty. "I get it, I get it!" he shouted frantically, paws flying to his collar in order to undo all of the buttons. The wolf released his shirt sleeve and sat back on its haunches serenely, beady eyes twinkling, seemingly appreciative that the otter was obeying the pack's wishes.

Lukas forced the final button through its corresponding hole and shrugged his shoulders out of the shirt, tossing it aside in a crumpled heap. This rendered the otter entirely nude, much like the congregation of feral creatures flanking him. His bare chest undulated in tune with his frenzied heartbeat, which pounded in his ears like a musician hammering away rhythmically at a drum set. He leaned back on his elbows in the grass, surveying the wolves around him with flagrant interest, eyes narrowed and lips pursed pensively. He could scarcely fathom what they intended to accomplish next. Here he was, a reasonably normal adult otter... lying naked in a zoo enclosure after being stripped by a brigade of treacherous, disobedient canines. His brain ached simply thinking about it.

All was still for a tense moment. Ten feral animals stood sentinel in the clearing, encircling the anthropomorphic otter like a furry halo, an impenetrable barrier that trapped him here in the center of the enclosure. Lukas couldn't help but recognize the irony of his predicament. Mere minutes ago, he'd engineered a makeshift barricade to prevent the wolves from digging under the fence -- and now they were confining_him_ within the enclosure, bending him to their will. It was like some sick form of psychological vengeance. Was humiliation their intent? He couldn't imagine a much more uncomfortable situation than sitting naked and defenseless amidst a snarling wolf pack, at his place of employment. He shuddered as a wintry breeze swept across the grassy expanse, rustling the canopy of the nearby copse, making him painfully conscious of his distinct lack of clothing.

A wolf padded forward on his right side, and he identified it as the individual that had lured him so cunningly into this orchestrated ambush. Lukas observed it keenly while remaining motionless, lest he receive a chorus of snarls in response. He thought it unwise to provoke the pack any further, since he was still uncertain whether they were willing to physically injure him. The wolf stepped up next to Lukas's chest, regarding the otter with that intelligent, penetrating gaze... then shifted its torso to the side and hoisted its leg skyward in trademark canine fashion. Lukas was abruptly faced with the wolf's shaggy underside, its thick sheath jutting prominently from between its muscular haunches -- and that sheath, he realized, was aimed directly at his face. The otter scarcely had time to vocalize an alarmed "No...!" before a torrent of golden urine splashed across his muzzle, inundating his senses with the sharp tang of wolf's potent mark.

Lukas spluttered in surprise, instinctively closing his eyes and his mouth as he would if he had just plunged into a swimming pool. He jerked his face to the side in an attempt to evade the shower of piss, but the wolf adjusted accordingly, shifting its body such that its stream followed the otter, raining down upon his muzzle. He made as if to squirm out from underneath the wolf in the opposite direction, but a vicious grumbling noise erupted from the wolf's throat, clearly articulating that it did not approve of this action. Lukas had no choice but to admit defeat. He settled back onto his elbows and allowed the wolf to empty its bladder uninterrupted, its stream still splashing across the bridge of his nose with uncanny precision. Piss dribbled down his chin like a waterfall, rivulets of the warm liquid cascading down his chest and seeping into the tangled fur there.

The otter's thick coat became increasingly saturated with the distinct scent, stained a yellowish hue by the large volume of liquid soaking into it. Try as he might to prevent any from trickling between his lips, he couldn't obstruct all of it, and the bitter taste of urine spread gradually across his tongue. It wasn't an unpleasant flavor, really... just unwanted, considering the bizarre situation he found himself in. "Is this really happening?" he asked himself internally, and all of his senses screamed in confirmation: yes, a wolf really is marking your face like a tree trunk. He wrinkled his nose, eyes still shut tight, feeling the warmth spread throughout his matted fur as the canine's vigorous spray thoroughly drenched his upper body. Eventually the flow began to abate, diminishing to a slow trickle that dripped feebly onto his chest. He sighed in relief, cracking his eyes open ever so slightly.

The wolf retreated immediately upon finishing its task. Its bushy tail brushed teasingly against the side of Lukas's damp muzzle as it turned its rear on him, trotting over to join its spectating brethren. Lukas blinked the moisture from his vision, attempting to catch his breath and regain his composure -- but scarcely a moment passed before he sensed another member of the pack approaching purposefully from the left. The newcomer drew level with his hips and elevated its leg in the same manner that its predecessor had; a few gleaming drops burst forth from its dangling sheath, quickly strengthening in intensity until it resembled the downpour of piss that had bombarded his muzzle only moments earlier. This wolf directed its flow lower down on his body, soaking areas which had remained untouched by the first wolf's stream. Fresh piss streamed down his belly, soaking his crotch and inner thighs.

Lukas remained immobile, his muzzle sticky and dripping, his fur emanating warmth in the areas that had been tainted with bodily fluids. Recognizing that even his most desperate efforts wouldn't deter the wolves, he surrendered reluctantly to their will. At least this one wasn't spraying him directly in the face; it gave him an opportunity to contemplate his predicament, something which he desperately_needed to do. A conflicting whirlwind of emotions had descended upon him. As vehemently as he wanted to deny it, he was beginning to experience the smallest hint of arousal. This certainly wasn't the first time he'd been marked -- he occasionally enjoyed participating in watersports as a form of foreplay, and under normal circumstances, he likely wouldn't refuse a pleasant golden shower... but these _weren't normal circumstances. In the past, he'd always consented to be marked by another anthro male in a controlled setting (typically in the shower or the backyard). The present scenario couldn't be more drastically different.

Adding to his discomfort was, well... that heavy sheath dangling in front of his muzzle had reminded him of another of his personal interests. And given the fact that the wolves had stripped him of his clothes... he found his thoughts straying inevitably toward bestiality. It was a guilty pleasure which he'd experimented with a few times in the past -- but only with tame, friendly dogs. He'd never legitimately considered doing such things with the zoo's animals, and he certainly hadn't expected the wolves to initiate it themselves, with such primitive hostility. If at all possible, Lukas preferred to separate his work life from the topics that inflamed that certain spark with him. When he interacted with the wolf pack, for instance, he regarded them not as sexual objects, but as domesticated creatures for whom he provided specialized care. His zookeeping duties transcended his fetishes, extinguishing any arousal that might have otherwise emerged in the presence of feral animals. It had never been necessary for those two worlds to collide. Save the kinks for the bedroom.

...Yet here he was, stripped nude by a pack of unruly animals with full bladders -- two of his personal stimulants smashed into one outlandish situation. Was it unethical to succumb to temptation? The sharp scent of urine bathed his nostrils, involuntarily dragging forth vivid memories of being intimately marked. Already, his mental fortitude was deteriorating under the wolves' ministrations, allowing a trace of arousal to surge through the cracks. Should he struggle to maintain the integrity of that barrier? Or give in and bask in pleasure? He had already reached the conclusion that escape wasn't an option, as he certainly couldn't outrun ten irate canines. If you're going to be forced to do something, might as well enjoy it... right? Lukas gazed uncertainly at the wolf currently bathing his crotch in a deluge of warm piss, feeling dirty in more ways than one.

Like its predecessor, the wolf's stream eventually subsided, and it turned tail to rejoin its packmates, a bounce in its step. The otter had never observed any creature display such evident satisfaction after relieving its bladder. It reminded him of his own experience mere minutes earlier, when the pressure in his groin had intensified to an unbearable degree before approaching that tree... that tree! Recognition crashed down upon Lukas like a thunderbolt. This was a territorial dispute. In his urgency, the otter had resorted to using the inside of the enclosure as a bathroom -- and in doing so, he'd marked a tree with his own urine, unwittingly obscuring the scent-laden signature that countless wolves had imprinted there. He'd brazenly done so with a wolf as witness... which had subsequently invoked the wrath of the entire pack. It was akin to walking into a stranger's house and writing "PROPERTY OF LUKAS" on the wall while they watched helplessly. Oops.

So this entire ordeal had originated from an innocent misunderstanding. Lukas yearned for some means of conveying to the wolves that he hadn't intended to usurp their domain. He'd only pissed in the forest out of desperation -- whereas the pack seemed to regard his nonchalant urination as a territorial claim, a bold strategy to redefine the boundaries between man and wolf. He was the invading party in this situation, and the wolves had taken it upon themselves to inflict a harsh lesson upon the unfortunate otter. Simply making him aware of his mistake wasn't sufficient, Lukas understood as he surveyed the warm piss streaming from his thick fur, pooling in the dense clumps of grass beneath him; they had to assert their dominance. And they had to retaliate thoroughly enough that the offender wouldn't be tempted to repeat their offensive actions. "I guess next time, I'll walk to the bathroom," Lukas thought ruefully.

He was unexpectedly startled from his reverie by a cold snout pressing against his ribcage. Another of the wolves had stepped forward, but instead of raising its leg to deposit a fresh waterfall of urine, this one had begun nudging impatiently at his side. Lukas stared at it for a moment, bemused, before another hard shove unmistakably relayed the message: he was being instructed to roll over, back onto all fours. Lukas did as he was bidden, his saturated coat dripping profusely onto the terrain below as he clambered awkwardly onto his hands and knees. A burst of sunshine infiltrated the treetops of the monkey enclosure to the east, illuminating the otter's shoulders, which were streaked with urine, and his back, which remained untouched by the wolves' pungent fluids. Lukas assumed that this was the wolf's motivation for prodding at him. If the pack desired to be thorough in their retaliation, they would likely want to mark all of his body, including his back.

Lukas released a muffled sigh, expecting to perceive the distinct sensation of warm piss flowing across his unprotected back... but he couldn't have been less prepared for what occurred next. The wolf circled around behind him, its muzzle twisted in what could only be described as a devilish smirk, and nipped aggressively at the base of the otter's tail. Lukas tensed up in surprise and instinctively clamped his tail down between his furry cheeks, but another pinch from the wolf's fangs (applied with less restraint this time, as evidenced by the stinging pain that coursed through Lukas's rump) indicated that this was the wrong course of action. Hesitantly, with bated breath, Lukas lifted his heavy rudder skyward, baring his vulnerable rear to the canine standing imposingly behind him.

The sweeping chill of the autumn morning crept underneath his tail like a wave washing up on the beach, making Lukas acutely aware of precisely how _exposed_he was in this position. His crotch had already been doused in the wolves' potent mark, he could still feel it leaking down his inner thighs -- was it really necessary to piss all over his backside too? But again, the wolf defied his expectations spectacularly. Lukas flinched as the wolf's cold nose brushed against the underside of his rudder, its muzzle delving purposefully into the crevice between his buttocks. A curiously wet sensation spread across his backside as the wolf found the prize nestled between his furry cheeks, dragging its tongue roughly across the tender flesh of his vulnerable tailhole. Lukas released a huff of surprise, eyes stretched wide, scarcely comprehending this stunning turn of events.

The wolf rimmed his pucker again, its eyes alight with a crafty spark of intelligence, the tip of its tongue applying a hint of pressure to the otter's tight opening. Now it was undeniable -- whereas it had previously seemed as though the wolves were manipulating him for the sheer sake of domination, this action revealed an underlying sexual motive. What else could possibly be happening here? Lukas had slept with people who balked at the notion of putting their tongue beneath his tail (some even staunchly refused when he offered to service them), yet this wolf appeared positively eager to explore the otter's exposed backside. He could feel the heat flooding to his face as the wolf continued its delicate ministrations, swiping its tongue across the taut ring of muscle in a deliberate, almost romantic, fashion. Lukas realized that he had unconsciously tensed up, and he willed himself to exhale deeply and relax, allowing his tight sphincter to unclench a little amidst the wolf's affectionate caresses.

Gradually the feral canine became more assertive, pressing vigorously against Lukas's saliva-slickened orifice. Each stroke of its tongue contributed toward spreading open the otter's stubborn muscles, forging onward tenderly yet firmly in an effort to infiltrate Lukas's narrow passage. He could feel the moisture accumulating beneath his tail, the wolf's hot breath ruffling the fur between his rump-cheeks, contrasting delightfully with the chilly morning breeze... The otter couldn't help but extend his rudder higher into the air, planting his knees further apart in the grass such that his hips opened naturally for the wolf, making his tailhole more accessible. Though it still felt profoundly wrong to succumb to his carnal urges at a time like this, the final vestiges of Lukas's resistance were swiftly waning away -- replaced by lust and reckless indulgence.

After everything that had already occurred, why fight it? The pack wouldn't liberate him until they were satisfied that he been rendered submissive, thoroughly chastised for ignorantly urinating within their territory. Originally, he'd suspected that getting marked would be the extent of his punishment, and he'd be released once all ten males had aggressively showered him with their warm piss... yet it seemed they had further motivation beyond emptying their bladders. Lukas had crossed the threshold of no return the moment that wolf had poked its nose beneath his tail. His brain sizzled with a frenzy of emotions; some part of his conscience still protested, an echo in the back of his mind clamoring, " Fight it!"... but the invigorating stimulation of his tailhole swiftly extinguished any uncertainty.

Lukas perceived a sudden movement to his right and he inclined his head in its direction lazily, still basking in the intimate treatment being applied to his rear end. Another wolf was approaching, stepping forward from the circle of watchful canines. A swift glance toward its underside revealed an unforeseen circumstance. Dangling between its furry haunches was a plump, swollen sheath, which Lukas had been expecting to see -- but a telltale flash of crimson was also peeking out, betraying the wolf's arousal. So the wolf with its muzzle buried in his backside wasn't the only instigator! Lukas was actually a little relieved; he'd been concerned that perhaps the rimming was too good to be true, perhaps the wolves were building up sexual tension for nothing... What if the rest of the pack simply yearned to mark him and then release him? He had _just_allowed himself to succumb to his urges. It would be the ultimate tease.

The newcomer was appraising him from a short distance, its body angled to the side as if intentionally drawing attention to its exposed maleness, tantalizing him with an insinuation of things to come. Lukas affixed his pupils on the two inches' worth of glistening shaft protruding from the wolf's midsection. He could already envision its length at full mast: a glorious, turgid spear of flesh highlighted by a bulbous knot swelling at its base, much like those belonging to their anthro canine cousins. The otter was salivating in anticipation (he'd always enjoyed playing with knots)... although the warm, moist sensation spreading further into his rump distracted him momentarily. The wolf had finally penetrated the thick ring of muscle, and it wasted no time in exploring the otter's narrow tunnel, wriggling deeper in search of the distinct bump within that represented his sensitive prostate.

Lukas sensed his shaft thickening in response to the stimulation, swelling out so that a half-chub jutted prominently from between his thighs. His thick foreskin retracted just enough to allow the head of his cock to peek through its protective shelter, as if it were hesitant to emerge and join the festivities. He resisted the urge to croon in pleasure; the wolf was servicing him with unexpected gusto, kneading his stubborn muscles fervently with its tongue and delving as deeply into his rectum as it could possibly reach. A spark coursed through his loins and little squeak of pleasure sprang unbidden to his lips as the wolf's tongue stroked tenderly against the hard nub of his prostate. "Ooohh..." Lukas huffed, rolling his hips a little and closing his eyes, basking in the internal stimulation.

Entranced in an ocean of ecstasy, he'd nearly forgotten about the wolf standing in front of him -- but the sound of paws scuffling in the piss-soaked grass promptly snapped him out of his blissful reverie. He was alarmed to observe the wolf rearing up on its hind legs, its silhouette obscuring the warm tendrils of sunlight seeping through the forested enclosure to the east. Lukas flinched momentarily, under the fleeting impression that the wolf was about to pounce on him... but instead, a heavy weight settled harshly onto his shoulders, and Lukas found his muzzle immersed in the wolf's thick underbelly. The scent of the wolf's earthy musk permeated his nostrils like wildfire, inflaming his arousal to an entirely new height. Its half-erect cock protruded such that it was nearly prodding the otter's nose, swinging back and forth pendulously with the wolf's jostling movements.

This was the moment of truth. Faced with a penis dangling bluntly before his muzzle and an inquisitive tongue burrowing into his tailhole, Lukas chose the inevitable course of action. He leaned forward such that his mouth hovered a fraction of an inch from the wolf's tapered tip, his breath kissing the sensitive flesh lightly, then pressed forward until his lips bumped against the wolf's sheath. The magnificent ruby-red shaft was still partially encased in its furry cocoon, and Lukas intended to promptly coax the rest of it out. He grazed his tongue along its underside, exploring the contours and ridges of the canine member, eager to inspire its full length to slide forth into the warm confines of his maw. The wolf remained perfectly still as if silently encouraging Lukas to proceed. The way its torso rested heavily upon Lukas's shoulders was a bit cumbersome, but nothing that he couldn't withstand.

Lukas had always possessed an affinity for foreskin, and he supposed a feral sheath was no different from the sensitive layer of skin that encased his own penis. He slipped the tip of his tongue beneath the wolf's sheath, prying into that narrow space between skin and shaft, feeling it stretching to accommodate the intrusion. A slightly sweet flavor assaulted his taste buds as he encircled the wolf's cock, still probing delicately beneath that tight fold of skin. It was reminiscent of the typical anthro penis, but there was also a unique, musky quality -- so wild, raw, and animalistic -- that distinguished it from any male genitalia Lukas had ever had the pleasure of fellating. With his nose embedded in the animal's thick crotch-fur, he was receiving a full blast of the wolf's alluring scent, and it was making his head spin. His own cock throbbed with unyielding arousal, now fully-erect, but hanging neglected beneath his midriff.

He was so enraptured by the burgeoning cock in his muzzle that he scarcely detected the slippery sensation of the wolf's tongue withdrawing from his tailhole, a trickle of saliva dripping from the otter's thoroughly-lubricated opening. It was at this point that the wolves flipped the script once again. Lukas sensed the wolf repositioning itself behind him, but he didn't find this particularly notable until a tepid, wet feeling began permeating the fur underneath his rudder. His eyes widened as reality dawned upon him. Having sufficiently explored the otter's backside, the wolf had stepped back and lifted its leg, intending to mark its handiwork with its potent scent. The golden stream arced through the air magnificently, splashing across the underside of Lukas's tail, trickling down between his bare buttocks and bathing his freshly-rimmed pucker in the wolf's warm fluids.

Lukas had only moments to process this new development before another curious sensation assailed his senses. Not to be excluded from the proceedings, the wolf at his muzzle had begun unleashing its own torrent of piss; with half its length already concealed in the otter's maw, there was nowhere for the warm fluids to go but straight into the back of his throat. He coughed as the liquid pooled in his throat, caught completely off-guard, feebly attempting to swallow it down so he could comfortably inhale a gulp of air. That familiar, bitter tang once again washed across Lukas's taste buds -- only this time, resistance was nigh impossible, as the urine was gushing in directly from its source. The wolf demonstrated absolutely no restraint, clearly unconcerned with Lukas's comfort; the sheer volume was overwhelming, making it difficult to confine it all in his muzzle. Piss streamed from the corners of his mouth and down into the grass below, and he very nearly yanked away from the wolf... but the prospect of getting another shower directly to the face was profoundly unappealing.

Regaining his composure, Lukas forced himself to breathe heavily through his nose while he obediently gulped down a mouthful of warm piss. The taste wasn't particularly unpleasant now that he was accustomed to its sharp bite. In fact, he was beginning to discover that he rather enjoyed the sensation of a canine shaft pulsing rhythmically within his muzzle as it expelled its heavy load of fluids. His mouth refilled with a fresh batch of piss as soon as he finished drinking down the previous mouthful, forcing him to concentrate keenly on the task, lest he swallow too slowly and cough or spit it out. Meanwhile, his backside was becoming thoroughly saturated with the other wolf's potent mark, his fur stained and matted down. He could feel the warm liquid streaming down his thighs and accumulating in the grass below, pooling around his knees.

Had someone traveled back in time and warned Lukas prior to beginning his shift that these events would occur, he probably would have called out sick. But now that he found himself irrevocably immersed in this frisky debauchery... he wasn't so certain he would change a thing. Despite being positioned awkwardly on all fours, his tawny fur drenched with piss, sandwiched between two feral beasts who were dominating him thoroughly from both ends -- he kind of liked it. ...No, more than that. He was enthralled, eager to lap greedily at the wolf's shaft buried between his lips, perfectly compliant with the pack's aggressive ambitions to mark him (quite literally) as their subordinate... His cock stood straight out from his body like an arrow, a testament to his indulgence. Each moment that passed drove him deeper into a sexual frenzy.

Soon enough, both wolves' bladders became depleted, their streams gradually dwindling to an inconsistent trickle. Lukas took advantage of the brief interlude to release the shaft in his muzzle and inhale a few breaths of the fresh morning air, the piquant taste of piss still lingering in the back of his throat. Moisture dripped freely from his backside, which was thoroughly soiled with the unmistakable, musky odor of canine urine. He couldn't imagine how much time he'd have to spend in the shower later, scrubbing that overwhelming aroma from his thick coat. (Did he even want to? It was oddly intoxicating.) The wolf that had rimmed him strolled past leisurely, glancing at Lukas surreptitiously out of its peripheral vision; he caught its gaze and the corners of its muzzle twisted into what almost seemed like a self-indulgent smirk. Clearly, it was pleased with its performance.

Lukas expected the wolf in front him to dismount as well, but it retained its position, shifting its hips such that its shaft inched a little closer to the otter's nose. Evidently, this wolf was not yet finished with him. Lukas couldn't help but feel somewhat distrustful toward this particular canine; whereas the other wolves had at least been straightforward with their intentions, this one had baited him with the promise of a dripping cock in his maw, then capitalized on his vulnerability. However, now that its bladder was undoubtedly empty (Lukas could feel the warmth of that full load of piss sloshing in his stomach), he supposed there was nothing left to do but finish the mischievous wolf off. Those heavy balls dangling between its furry haunches contained a much more appetizing beverage, one which he would be_delighted_to swallow down...

His hesitation must have been palpable, for the wolf's chest vibrated with a sinister growl that vocalized its impatience. "Alright, alright, calm down..." Lukas muttered, shifting his shoulders a little to alleviate the pressure of the wolf's bulky form pressing down on his neck. He leaned forward, piss-stained muzzle brushing against the restless animal's thick crotch-fur, and parted his lips to allow the pointed crimson shaft to enter. He was pleased to discover that its cock was elongating even as he enveloped it within his damp maw; only a few moments passed before its full length extended forth into the back of his throat. Lukas's tongue tickled the modest bulge of the wolf's partially-formed knot, which was only faintly swollen, since the wolf had not yet achieved peak arousal. With its member firmly entrenched between the otter's jaws, the wolf began rolling its hips in a gentle thrusting motion, keen to have its desires fulfilled.

A faint throb coursed through the rigid shaft and a burst of liquid splashed into Lukas's throat -- for an incredulous moment, he suspected that the wolf had deceived him again, and its bladder had not been entirely drained before... but then he recognized that this was, in fact, a spurt of pre-cum. The sticky discharge pooled in his throat and he swallowed it down quickly, eager to begin suckling at the thick shaft. Lukas had nearly forgotten that male canines produce pre-cum in short bursts, rather than a slow trickle that seeps forth gradually like most other creatures. Another jet of the viscous liquid coated the flat surface of his tongue as he bobbed his head in coordination with the wolf's subdued thrusting, its engorged shaft see-sawing back and forth within his outstretched muzzle. He entwined his tongue about its base in serpentine fashion, caressing the protuberant knot affectionately.

"Good thing the zoo hasn't opened yet," Lukas thought to himself gratefully, eyeing the distant boundary of the enclosure from underneath the wolf's stomach. In less than an hour, a horde of guests would come streaming through the main entrance, scattering in various directions in their haste to scrutinize the animals, laden with cameras and brochures and novelty merchandise... Some of them would approach this very exhibit from the other side of that fence, craving a glimpse of the park's illustrious wolf pack. Lukas intended to be long-gone by that time -- he would allow the wolves to finish asserting their dominance, engineer some method of escaping their clutches, and promptly exit the park. Perhaps he'd call in later claiming that he'd fallen ill and been forced to abscond. He certainly couldn't continue his shift; his fur reeked overwhelmingly of urine and his shorts had been shredded. Allowing anyone to observe him in this condition would be catastrophic.

...Yet, though Lukas remained blissfully unaware, he'd already been sighted from afar. Crouching around the corner of the building that contained the wolf's kennels, eyes wide in shock and mouth agape as he concentrated intently on the raunchy exhibition unfolding before him... was Paul the hyena.

* * * * *

The elder zookeeper had traversed nearly the entire distance to the auditorium before he remembered that he'd forgotten to inform Lukas about an upcoming social gathering. The following day was Paul's birthday, and since he'd always maintained a friendly rapport with the otter, he speculated that Lukas might wish to attend a celebratory dinner at a local restaurant. Once the workday began in earnest, Paul would be too preoccupied with his educational presentations to track down his co-worker, so he was willing to disregard the minor inconvenience of backtracking to the wolf exhibit. He had presumed that Lukas would still be engrossed in restoring the fence... yet he was greeted with perhaps the last thing he ever could have expected upon reentering the enclosure -- a buck-naked otter getting double-teamed by a pair of wild beasts.

He had first arrived when both wolves were attending to Lukas. One wolf slurped brazenly at his exposed rump, while its counterpart had mounted him from the front, satisfaction plastered across its features as the otter enthusiastically fondled its sheath; the remaining eight male wolves observed impassively, encircling the trio much like young children crowded around fights in the schoolyard. Paul's wandering eyes lingered upon the rigid shaft poking out from between Lukas's thighs. What bizarre circumstances had led to this?! He'd only been absent for fifteen minutes, during which time his associate had stripped and raised his tail for a pack of savage animals? He contemplated shouting to Lukas, making his presence known... but some inner inhibition rendered the grizzled hyena mute. Perhaps remaining passive would provide clearer insight as to how this astonishing situation materialized.

Paul observed in dumbstruck fascination as the wolf behind Lukas withdrew its tongue and promptly lifted its leg, showering the otter's behind with a torrential stream of piss; simultaneously, Lukas gagged briefly and golden liquid began leaking from the corners of his muzzle. Paul witnessed his acquaintance being marked like a submissive bitch, both inside and out, by a duo of aggressive feral creatures... he watched as one wolf retreated and the other began thrusting sparingly into Lukas's muzzle... and a swift glance at the otter's curvy rump, now soaked with piss and bared to the morning air, confirmed that this lewd display was significantly more arousing than Paul had originally anticipated. He dimly registered a familiar twinge coursing through his loins as his excitement flourished. The hyena's shorts were becoming progressively tighter as his cock expanded within, crowding the restricted space such that a prominent tent protruded just beneath his chubby stomach, stretching the fabric thin.

Paul blinked dramatically as if attempting to determine whether he was dreaming. Upon sufficiently convincing himself that -- yes -- Lukas was currently positioned on all fours in the exhibit, piss-stained, devoid of clothing, suckling shamelessly on a throbbing wolf cock... Paul made a spontaneous decision. Torn between intervening and fulfilling his budding arousal, the hyena dove headfirst into the latter option. He hurriedly unfastened his belt, still shielded from Lukas's vision by the corner of the wall, and yanked his shorts and underwear down past his knees. Paul's thick, uncut shaft sprang forth from its prison, already swelling to an impressive length despite not being entirely erect. His hand strayed toward his crotch as he sought to appease the burning frenzy within... but he halted abruptly, struck by a sudden impulse. Simply masturbating to this glorious scene wasn't enough... no...

Reaching into his uniform pocket, Paul produced his brand-new iPhone. He had received this fascinating technological marvel only a few days prior from his younger brother, as a premature birthday gift. He was still unaccustomed to its nuances, since his previous device had been an ancient flip-phone and he certainly didn't consider himself particularly tech-savvy... but now it appeared he'd discovered the perfect justification for breaking in his new iPhone. He could document visual evidence of Lukas's vices for future amusement and stimulation -- what an occasion for the phone's first recording! Fingers trembling with conspicuous excitement, Paul navigated to the camera app, selected the "video" mode, and tapped the "record" button decisively. The image portrayed on the high-definition screen mirrored the spectacle unfolding before the eavesdropping hyena: one obedient otter boy hemmed in by a throng of devious canines.

Paul held the phone aloft with one arm in order to keep Lukas and the wolves in focus, while the other hand wandered downward to clutch his rock-hard shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps; a ribbon of pre-cum streamed from its tip, wetting his foreskin and dripping onto his plump belly. This was the birthday surprise that Paul hadn't realized he desperately yearned for until he stumbled directly into it -- and the action was swiftly escalating. Undetected by Lukas, whose efforts were fixated on servicing the wolf in front, another canine had broken away from its fellows and stealthily approached the otter's unprotected rear. Without a moment's hesitation, the wolf reared up on its hind legs and mounted Lukas from behind, wrapping its paws securely about his waist. "Happy birthday to me," murmured Paul incredulously, his enthusiasm manifesting in the form of a wide grin etched across his muzzle.

* * * * *

Though utterly oblivious that his actions were being videotaped, Lukas was quite aware of the wolf clambering upon his backside without warning, uncomfortably pinning him down while its furry haunches pressed tightly against his saturated rear. The excited canine quickly initiated a repetitive thrusting motion with its hips, jabbing its sheath haphazardly toward Lukas's vulnerable rump. Having been on the receiving end of feral encounters before, Lukas was no stranger to the telltale, feverish dance of a male canine mounting its bitch. They were often imprecise with their aim, lunging forward recklessly with the pointed apex of their penis until they struck the supple, yielding flesh of an exposed orifice. This typically warranted careful guidance by hand -- but with two bulky figures perched on either end of his body, Lukas couldn't reach back to grasp the wolf's sheath without throwing himself off-balance. He was at its mercy.

Fortunately, the frisky beast managed to align itself fairly accurately with the otter's tailhole. The tip prodded insistently beneath his rudder, grazing his buttocks a couple times before finally locating the soft indent of his pucker; a sharp pressure accumulated against it as the wolf capitalized on its success, forging onward resolutely. Lukas gasped around the shaft in his muzzle, pausing momentarily to steel himself against the impending discomfort of anal penetration. Though his hole had been generously lubricated by the previous wolf's tongue, a canine penis was quite formidable -- thick, sturdy, and altogether unforgiving. Its tip nestled snugly against the delicate ring of muscle, slowly but surely prying further into the otter's depths. A stinging sensation converged upon Lukas's backside and he felt his sphincter yawn wide around the crimson spear, stretching considerably to accommodate the forceful intrusion. He willed himself to relax, recognizing that the pain would be less severe without his muscles tensing and causing resistance.

The wolf wasted no time in wedging its full length within Lukas's tight passage, driving in up to the hilt with a single thrust. Its underside ground roughly against the salient nub of Lukas's prostate, and his eyes watered as he was engulfed in a clashing combination of smoldering pain and vibrant pleasure. His beleaguered orifice stretched lewdly around the wolf's thick girth as it withdrew, re-emerging inch by inch from the otter's slick hole... then the wolf rammed its voluptuous member back into Lukas's receptive tunnel, inducing another overwhelming cocktail of emotions. Lukas couldn't help but release a stifled " Mmph!" around the cock in his muzzle, thoroughly distracted by the onslaught. The wolf in front was becoming impatient with Lukas's idleness, shifting its paws back and forth and giving little thrusts of its hips as if to declare, "Hey, I'm still here!"

Lukas struggled to regain his composure, turning his focus toward the shaft resting upon on his tongue as the other wolf bucked aggressively into his rear. Mating two spirited ferals at once would serve as a difficult lesson in multi-tasking, but he certainly felt up to the challenge. The young otter couldn't recall the last time he'd been so overwhelmingly exhilarated. He'd been brazenly manipulated, publicly dominated by the creatures that he was supposed to control -- and somehow the debacle had escalated into an idyllic fantasy that he'd scarcely dared to dream of. It was as if the wolves had coordinated their actions such that every detail touched on that intimate spark within Lukas, heightening his arousal to an agonizing degree. His dick leaked pre-cum into the tangled grass below like a malfunctioning faucet, responding to the merciless pounding of his rump, the repetitive pegging of his susceptible prostate...

The wolf in front gave another persistent shove of its hips, propelling its shaft forward such that the swollen knot thumped against Lukas's lips. As he entwined his tongue delicately about the throbbing bulge, the otter couldn't help but marvel at its rotund thickness; this particular canine was already fairly well-endowed, but a little oral treatment had worked wonders upon the knot, causing it to balloon out to a ludicrous magnitude. Lukas would have attempted to fit its entirety within his outstretched maw, but he wasn't sure his jaws were capable of encompassing an object with the breadth of an apple. He compromised by enveloping as much of its impressive length as possible, the tip lightly brushing the back of his throat each time the wolf pushed forward with its hips. The periodic splashes of pre-cum were increasing in frequency, washing Lukas's taste buds with that vaguely salty, faintly sweet, musky flavor of male fluids.

A sudden pinching sensation lanced through the sensitive region between Lukas's shoulder blades, prompting him to release a muffled cry and nearly pull away from the shaft in front. It dawned on him that the wolf at his backside had leaned forward and clamped down with its jaws, seizing a sizable mouthful of loose skin and fur. Though it didn't appear to have punctured his flesh, the wolf's grasp was unwavering, and Lukas's skin smarted with irritation, confined uncomfortably between those intimidating fangs. The wolf's steamy breath spread across the back of the otter's neck as it held him firmly in place, rutting his tender hole with precise, vehement strokes. Lukas felt the wolf straddling his rump with each vigorous plunge into him, the elastic ring of his tailhole alternately stretching and contracting around its rigid member.

Lukas could discern a budding growth situated at its base, indicating that the wolf's knot had begun to swell substantially. It quickly expanded such that the wolf could no longer squeeze it through the otter's abused opening without encountering significant resistance, disrupting its violent thrusting motions. It modified its rhythm accordingly, driving forward with a sequence of rapid, shallow bursts -- with the knot no longer able to easily squeeze through, the wolf allowed the bulging protuberance to grind teasingly against the otter's aching pucker. Lukas savored the sublime sensation of his tailhole straining each time the wolf's monstrous knot applied pressure, attempting to bulldoze its way through his defenses. Its tip jackhammered against his prostate in a manner that had him gurgling in ecstasy.

The wolf in front, meanwhile, seemed to be approaching an explosive climax; it had ceased the measured pumping of its hips, its haunches tense and its fluffy tail twitching spasmodically, hovering on the verge of spilling its seed. Lukas bobbed his muzzle back and forth along its length, attempting to coax forth the creamy reward he fervently desired. His tongue weaved around its knot skillfully, coating it in another glaze of warm saliva, then he dragged the flat surface of his tongue down the underside of the penis, deftly encircling its tapered head. He felt the thick pillar of flesh throb and pulse in response, excruciatingly close to the inevitable release. Determined to bring the wolf to orgasm, Lukas plunged forward once again, engulfing its slick length down to the hefty knot that rammed against his lips, the tip bottoming out against the back of his throat.

...And with that, the feral canine finally crossed the point of no return. Its limbs stiffened and its claws raked the earth below as it finally succumbed to the carnal urge accumulating in its loins. Lukas recognized the warning signals of a male adrift in the throes of a paralyzing orgasm -- the wolf's furry frame tensed as if an electric current coursed through its veins, the underside of its shaft pulsated and quivered, its dangling orbs drew up firmly between its furry haunches -- and at last, the dam burst. A white-hot rope of seed erupted forth from its pointed tip, splashing emphatically against the roof of Lukas's mouth, filling his throat abruptly with a thick wave of sticky fluids. The otter closed his eyes and dutifully swallowed while repressing the urge to cough, suckling obediently at the convulsing shaft.

The wolf's paws gripped Lukas's shoulders like a vice as it lavishly painted the inside of his muzzle with its succulent nectar. With his tongue resting against the underside of the cock, Lukas could feel the narrow channel of the urethra pulsate with each fresh volley of cum that it delivered. Each mighty throb produced another rapid salvo of seed that burned a trail down the otter's throat. The sheer volume caused Lukas to backpedal; he withdrew his muzzle until only the tip of the swollen shaft penetrated his lips, positioning it such that it splashed directly onto the flat surface of his tongue. The rich, robust flavor of salty musk washed across his taste buds, mingling with the zesty aroma of urine still lingering in his nostrils - so intoxicating, so overwhelmingly male... The wolf's plump knot swelled visibly, fulfilling its original purpose despite the inability to tie with Lukas's muzzle.

Both participants were panting heatedly by the time the wolf's orgasm diminished. A final, weak burst of seed splashed across Lukas's tongue, signifying that the wolf's heavy sack had been thoroughly drained of its contents. Having fully expended itself, the wearied canine promptly dismounted, relieving the pressure that had been weighing uncomfortably on the otter's shoulders. Its crimson shaft glistened with moisture, coated in a syrupy blend of cum and saliva, leaking residual drops of fluid into the grass below as it swayed back and forth with the wolf's movements. Lukas licked his chops, savoring the flavor of the wolf's creamy discharge; he'd obediently gulped down as much of the delectable treat as possible, with only a few milky, opaque drops leaking from the corners of his mouth. The wolf surveyed him with an unintelligible expression, its amber irises reflecting the proliferating sunlight, then turned tail and trotted over to its packmates.

With his upper body freed, Lukas's focus shifted immediately to his backside -- after all, it was virtually impossible to ignore the obstinate pressure of that massive knot hammering against his beleaguered tailhole. He'd managed to filter out the sensations momentarily while guzzling down mouthfuls of warm seed, but as soon as the wolf in front had dismounted, waves of pleasure crashed over him anew. He tilted his head back just enough to catch a glimpse of the wolf behind him in his peripheral vision. Its luminous eyes had narrowed to slits, its jaw clenched firmly in an expression of utter concentration as it painstakingly impaled the otter upon its thick shaft; each thrust was carefully coordinated to pierce Lukas's rectum without allowing the knot to slip through. The wolf's ears swiveled skyward and its demeanor perked up as it realized that it had garnered Lukas's undivided attention.

With Lukas no longer distracted by its packmate, the wolf abandoned all restraint, seizing the opportunity to steer their intimate encounter toward its completion. That familiar, relentless tension accumulated beneath Lukas's tail, indicating that the wolf was once again grinding its bulbous knot against the already-loosened ring of muscle -- but this time, the pressure didn't recede. The frisky canine drove its haunches forward against Lukas's saturated backside with unyielding vigor, wedging its knot forcefully into the crevice between his cheeks, seeking to quash any remnants of resistance that the otter's abused tailhole might offer. Lukas felt his anus dilating further under the unstoppable onslaught, spreading wide in a gaping 'O' around the swollen base of the canine shaft. His body attempted valiantly to restrain the intruder, to reject this blatant violation of his internal passage... but his tailhole had been abused too thoroughly already, stretched and lubricated until its protests became feeble and ineffective.

Lukas released a strangled yelp as his stinging muscles finally surrendered, allowing the persistent knot to bulldoze its way through. Momentum carried the wolf forward such that its knot lodged firmly within the otter's rump, locking the pair together in an inexorable mating tie. The underside of its shaft jammed down on Lukas's prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body; his dick twitched from the sheer intensity of the stimulation, releasing a spurt of pre-cum that dribbled down his foreskin and into the messy grass below. Lukas's mind felt sluggish from the explosion of sensations that converged upon him, paralyzed by pain and pleasure alike -- but his arousal was sharp, spurring him to reach down and grasp his leaking shaft, receiving a pawful of sticky pre-cum. His fingers caressed his slippery foreskin, sliding down to fondle his rigid length with well-practiced technique.

The wolf's shaft began pulsing furiously, heralding the commencement of a passionate climax. Lukas's rippling tunnel squeezed and massaged its throbbing girth more effectively than any creature's mouth ever could, immersing the wolf's engorged knot in an irresistible combination of pressure and warmth. It could no longer restrain the flood seething in its loins, even if it wanted to -- with its knot buried in supple flesh and its consciousness dominated by the primitive urge to breed, there was no going back. An ecstatic yip punctuated the looming silence as the wolf succumbed entirely. A burst of hot seed rocketed forth into the otter's receptive bowels, splattering across the walls of his tight passage and pooling at the base of the knot. There was no potential escape route for the rush of liquid to pursue, no manner of circumventing the rotund knot that plugged Lukas's stretched orifice entirely; the blockage caused the wolf's cum to back up inside him, accumulating with each fresh batch of seed that surged forth. Warmth spread slowly through Lukas's rump as the influx of sticky fluids swirled ever deeper.

The wolf leaned forward and latched onto the scruff of Lukas's neck once again, riding him aggressively through the culmination of its vibrant orgasm. Its haunches trembled and its forelegs clamped down tightly about his waist, and Lukas had never felt quite so much like a bitch caught in the midst of an undeniable heat -- pinned beneath a feral male, a pulsating shaft wedged under his upraised rudder -- and all he yearned for was more. He would voluntarily accept all the seed this wolf could viably spill. His face flushed with heat as he clutched at his rock-hard shaft, savoring the warmth emanating through his rectum, the subtle jerking movements of that throbbing canine member... After a few blissful moments, it began slowing down noticeably, the bursts of seed subsiding and the wolf's climax diminishing. In stark contrast, the pressure was building agonizingly in Lukas's loins, hinting at a staggering orgasm that hovered just beyond reach.

Lukas closed his eyes and tugged vigorously at his length, panting with exertion. Now that both wolves had reached their peak, now that he'd been doused in all manner of warm bodily fluids, the otter was eager to embellish the morning's activities with a grand finale. His arousal had been gradually mounting throughout the ordeal, and now he felt adrift in an ocean of lust; whereas it had been simple to resist temptation at first, when he thought he was only going to be marked, now it felt as though his brain would short-circuit if he didn't satisfy that unrelenting, burning need for release. Not much longer now... Lukas was concentrating so fervently on masturbating that it took him a moment to register the peculiar feeling spreading through his rear. The canine's shaft was still pulsating and twitching, but this sensation felt strikingly different than before. It more closely resembled a continuous flow than the telltale pumping bursts of an orgasm. Almost as if...

"Oh--ohhhh god..." Lukas moaned with a mixture of stunned comprehension and reluctant indulgence. Having successfully emptied the full capacity of its heavy sack into his depths, it seemed that the wolf had another urge to alleviate -- but unlike its predecessors, this particular troublemaker had held back, biding its time until the right moment emerged. And now, buried up to its swollen knot... it had begun pissing_inside of him_. Lukas glanced backward at the feral creature perched upon his hindquarters, seeking some gesture of affirmation; the wolf merely returned his gaze with an expression of smug satisfaction, eyes twinkling mischievously. "You thought we were done?" the wolf's vainglorious visage seemed to imply. It had become strikingly evident that the pack wasn't satisfied with simply marking his body, nor forcing him to drink their pungent fluids. No, they endeavored to spread their potent scent everywhere physically possible. What better way to irrefutably demonstrate your dominance than to mark the offending individual inside and out?

Though Lukas was slightly unsettled by the unexpected turn of events, any objection to the wolf's bold actions immediately disappeared beneath a blossoming wave of pleasure. The wolf's pressurized stream surged rampantly into his bowels, flowing forth uninterrupted from the tip of its erect shaft. It felt as though the wolf had unleashed a miniature firehose inside his cramped passage, but instead of quelling the inferno smoldering within Lukas, it inflamed it. His prostate was ablaze with an electric current; having already received a thorough pounding from the wolf's shaft, the newfound warmth from its abundant fluids was excruciatingly powerful. Still enclosed within the firm grasp of his right hand, Lukas's shaft throbbed mercilessly, edging closer to the point of no return. A ribbon of pre-cum leaked onto his fingers, providing further lubrication for his already slick length.

Finally, Lukas's arousal took control completely. He was blind to his surroundings. The wolves encircling him ceased to exist; the peaceful atmosphere of the early morning hours became enshrouded in a haze of unbridled lust. He forgot why he was here, that he was on the clock, supposed to be working... All that mattered was the thick canine member jammed underneath his tail, the distended knot locking them together as one -- and the burgeoning reservoir of warm piss pooling within his passage, coupled with the bitter, musky flavor lingering in his mouth and on his fur... All of these stimulants combined to amplify his libido, building up to an unbearably intense crescendo. Lukas pumped his shaft up and down with deliberate, fevered strokes, anxious to spill his seed and fully embrace the carnal pleasure to which he'd succumbed.

His balls drew up between his thighs, his cock jerked with a powerful convulsion -- and a rope of pearly white cum exploded forth, cascading down upon the damp grass below -- followed by another frenzied burst, and another. Lukas closed his eyes and arched his back as he rode out the uncontrollable spasms, hand still wrapped securely about his palpitating shaft, rivulets of sticky seed dripping down his fingers. His tailhole clenched down hard with each vivid eruption, constricting involuntarily around the bulky intruder in his rear. That insistent pressure in his loins disappeared gradually, replaced by an overwhelming sense of tranquility that blanketed everything else. A few more spurts arced through the air, painting the earth with a thick coating of creamy white fluids... and then it was over. Lukas released his dripping cock, planting his hand firmly in the grass for support, feeling both drained and dreamily content.

The otter stared absentmindedly at the ground, tongue lolling from his open mouth, basking in the luxurious serenity of his afterglow. ...Was he dreaming? Surely, this couldn't really be happening. He felt as if he'd stumbled into some magical fantasy world that simulated his most imaginative, improbable fantasies. A pack of feral creatures ensnaring him such a fiendish, coordinated orgy? That only happened in fictional scenarios... or so he had previously thought. Each wolf had executed its role flawlessly. He'd been meticulously manipulated throughout the entire ordeal, subjugated and bent to the whim of these raunchy, intelligent animals. And despite the fact that they'd clearly initiated these sexual antics as a form of retribution for Lukas's misdeeds in the forest... it had ultimately been more of a reward. He wasn't sure if he'd ever endured an orgasm so intense. His cock still throbbed with the lingering remnants of its release, leaking a viscous strand of cum down into the soiled grass.

He suddenly became aware that the weight upon his hips had disappeared; glancing over his shoulder at his furry companion, he realized that, unheeded during the feverish frenzy of his orgasm, the wolf had dismounted and twisted its body around backwards, consummating their intimate tie as feral canines often did. They crouched awkwardly, still locked together by the bulging knot embedded Lukas's stretched passage, their rumps pressed snugly together. The wolf gazed back at him with indulgent satisfaction painted candidly across its features, the corners of its muzzle twisted upward in a blatant smirk. Evidently it took pride in being the one to hammer its knot into Lukas's rear; their tie served as a physical manifestation of the wolf's ability to administer justice in the name of its pack. Lukas was bowed down in a position typically reserved for a subservient bitch -- fur streaked with the pack's potent scent, both ends plugged with their virile seed, and a thick knot spreading his pucker wide open. Quite the pleasurable experience... but perhaps even more so for the wolf, who had embraced a rare opportunity to instill dominance and milked it for its full worth.

Lukas scanned the horizon, drinking in the dazzling radiance of the sunlight cresting the distant treetops. With his vision directed skyward, he completely overlooked a noteworthy spectacle several yards away, around the corner of the small building that housed the pack's kennels -- his co-worker Paul lay sprawled in a heap, pants and underwear wrapped in a disheveled tangle about around his ankles. His half-erect cock rested limply across his chubby belly as he huffed laboriously from the exertion of a furious masturbation session. The hyena's aim had been particularly unfortunate; spellbound by the debauchery he witnessed, he'd carelessly released his seed without a second thought about where it might splatter, and now a conspicuous stain marred the hem of his khaki shirt. "Good thing I have a spare uniform in my locker," Paul mused internally, staring down at the messy fruits of his explosive climax.

Realizing that he'd likely allowed himself to get sidetracked for much too long, Paul heaved himself up from the ground and hurriedly yanked his shorts back up, stuffing his iPhone into the front pocket as he did so. His brief tenure as an eavesdropper had been resoundingly successful -- having captured the entire ordeal on video, he could scarcely contain his enthusiasm at the prospect of scrutinizing each glorious detail later that night in the privacy of his bedroom. So intense was his anticipation that he felt his dick beginning to stiffen again in the confines of his shorts, and he reluctantly willed himself to banish the topic from his mind. His uniform was already tarnished with blotches of cum and he had to traipse across most of the park to reach his locker; struggling to conceal a bulge in his shorts would complicate the situation even further. With one final glance around the corner at Lukas, Paul meandered stealthily over to the nearby gate and exited the enclosure, swinging it closed with a little more force than he intended.

The distant CLANG! of the metal gate immediately snapped Lukas out of his hormone-induced euphoria. Was someone attempting to enter the enclosure? What time was it? A nauseating wave of panic crashed over the hapless otter as he realized that he'd hopelessly lost track of how many minutes had elapsed. Fifteen? Thirty, perhaps? How long had he been positioned on all fours, brazenly nude in a public exhibit, with a rapacious animal ravaging his tailhole? He'd been so enraptured by the wolves' ministrations that he'd disregarded any potential consequences. Once the zoo began admitting guests, innocent civilians would come flocking to the wolf enclosure, unaware of the scandalous performance currently on display... Lukas's eyes darted to the distant fence, half-expecting an astonished crowd to have gathered beyond the chain-link barrier... but the sidewalk on the other side remained mercifully uninhabited.

"Damn wolves..." Lukas hissed under his breath, squirming uncomfortably. It wasn't his fault he'd been embroiled in this predicament, after all. If he'd known beforehand that the pack was so stubbornly territorial, he would have enacted a mad dash for the nearest restroom facility. From the moment he'd relieved his excruciatingly-full bladder within the dark confines of the forest, he'd been ensnared within the pack's mischievous plot. Mentally beguiled and physically overpowered -- how could he have eluded their trickery? Retaliating or attempting to flee had been out of the question, what with their razor-sharp fangs hovering mere inches from his throat. He'd been a prisoner, forced to acquiesce under the threat of violence... but could he convince any witnesses of this fact? Anyone who approached the enclosure would observe a zoo employee fornicating with the park's animals and draw their own conclusions from there. Lukas simply couldn't allow himself to be apprehended here, drenched in all manner of bodily fluids. He had to escape NOW.

And that's when a horrible realization dawned on him. The knot. Lukas had allowed the wolf to wedge its thick bulge deep within his supple flesh, physically bonding them for the immediate future. He'd assumed that he would be released once all of the wolves had been satiated, giving him ample time to clean himself up and resume his duties before anyone stumbled upon the scene -- but he'd gravely miscalculated. Having been tied to feral dogs during past forays into bestiality, the otter was dreadfully aware of just how long it could take for the wolf's knot to shrink. On one occasion, a German shepherd's shaft had remained swollen within him for nearly half an hour. Though Lukas was unsure exactly how many minutes he'd squandered during their frenzied mating, he couldn't imagine that he'd be able to remain here for thirty minutes without company arriving. Hell, someone could stride right up to that fence within thirty seconds.

Lukas struggled to repress the flare of panic that threatened to inundate his senses. Perhaps he could yank the knot free from underneath his tail? It would be an incredibly agonizing ordeal, but he couldn't fathom another means of avoiding discovery. Lukas steeled his nerves with a shaky exhalation, planted his hands firmly in the grass... and tugged forward sharply against the knot. His efforts were immediately met with an ominous growl from the wolf attached to his backside, who stiffened and aimed a thoroughly intimidating glare in his direction; undeterred, Lukas risked another tug, but the venomous, guttural snarl that sprang forth from the creature's open maw effectively convinced Lukas to abandon his last-ditch effort. With a forlorn sigh, he resigned himself to his fate, turning back to gaze hopelessly toward the fence -- and discovered that another wolf had silently broken away from its packmates and padded forward such that it stood merely a couple yards in front of Lukas.

"...What now?" he groaned with a trace of exasperation, staring unblinkingly at the feral creature poised before him. The newcomer wasted no time in providing a decisive answer to Lukas's question. Perhaps the wolves simply weren't finished establishing their dominance, or perhaps they were displeased with Lukas's attempt to wrench free from the knot -- whatever the reason, the pack was not yet prepared to grant him his freedom. They were indifferent to his struggles, focused primarily on their own desires. This anthro otter boy had entered their enclosure as an innocent zookeeper tasked with repairing a fence, but he would depart their territory only after being thoroughly rendered submissive. What difference did it make to the wolves if Lukas's misdeeds were discovered and disciplined? They had fulfilled their purpose. They had protected their domain and upheld their pack's honor. All was right within the forested exhibit they called home.

The wolf approached Lukas purposefully and angled its body to the side. It hoisted its leg in the air just like its predecessors, taking aim with its dangling, furry sheath... and another golden stream splashed across the otter's muzzle.