MEIKO FINDS A GODDESS
by Alas Negras

The mysterious fragrance had returned. As soon as Meiko noticed, he stood and sniffed the air, ears perked up. The scent was shifting, like that of a living thing. Whatever it was, it was running through the forest, leaping, even if he couldn't see a single movement. More than that, he didn't hear footsteps on the damp ground either, but he knew it was there; he sensed it. It wasn't far, maybe a hundred yards away. If only he could get closer...

The alpha's bark brought him back to reality. Submitting to his unquestioning command, Meiko ducked his head and joined back to the pack's tail as fast as he could. The other wolves laughed. The companions in front, taking the opportunity, raised their tails brazenly and moved their hips. Meiko watched enviously as their manly orbs were exposed, making a pendulous motion. His empty scrotum shrank, becoming even smaller if possible.

Though his frustration was obvious, he said nothing. He had quickly learned his place in the pack. Everyone, especially the females, wouldn't let him forget it. He lowered his head and followed his mates as they ascended a muddy slope. With nothing else to distract him, Meiko turned his thoughts back to the mysterious scent. For some reason, the other wolves were not picking up the smell, and every time he tried to explain, they laughed. After several days of trying to convince them, he had given up. Persisting would only mean more teasing and comments like, "If we have to rely on your sense of smell as much as your manhood, we're in serious trouble!"

The wind blew hard, and Meiko wrinkled his muzzle, trying not to breathe too hard. At the time, the idea of having a lousy sense of smell didn't seem so bad. It was spring, the rutting season. The females, a few metres ahead, were wagging their tails, spreading their scent like fans. Their slender buttocks and swollen spades were the subject of constant gazes, including Meiko's. The operation hadn't taken away his libido at all. The desire was still there, intense, so much so that he mounted the air out of utter desperation sometimes. Female wolves seemed to enjoy the spectacle very much. They'd come towards him, rubbing brazenly, only to pull away at the last moment. The message was clear: "we are not for you, only for real males".

Noticing his body responding to the pheromones, he snorted and turned his head. He now had two scents he wanted to follow, and neither was convenient. Not even the combined power of all the she-wolves and their heats could mask the strange fragrance. It had a special tinge to it, something pure and unique. And it seemed closer than ever. He was sure he could find its source if the pack let him. Only then would they understand. A gust of wind blew in the opposite direction. Disturbed, Meiko noticed how the scent almost faded. 

His paw faltered, pausing before taking another step. He couldn't ignore it any longer. The possibility that the scent might never return gave him the creeps. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. He slowed his pace, lagging a little behind, his steps getting longer and slower. He observed the group, waiting for their reaction, but no one came to realise the change. When the last of them reached the top of the hill, Meiko turned around. Running at the frenetic pace of his heart, he dodged trees and rocks as trying to follow the scent. Ears perked up, he tried to find any sign of the mysterious being.

His sense of smell was leading him in the right direction. The scent grew stronger and thicker, and soon he caught a glimpse of a clearing ahead of him. Disregarding all caution, he walked in, climbed onto a rock and searched in all directions for the creature. Nothing. Confused, he sniffed the air again. It was here where the scent was overwhelming; no trace of it was outside the clearing. He ran in circles, sniffing the ground. A clue, something he had missed, anything. He looked at every tree, sniffed every patch of grass within reach. His paws were muddy, getting drained of energy. Panting, he laid down on the ground. His whole belly was soiled, but he didn't care. He buried his nose between his paws. What was he doing? He had disobeyed the alpha's orders, and for what? It'd have been better to stay with the pack, to stay at his place. The alpha was going to kill him. And the worst thing was that he'd be right. 

Staring at the ground, he didn't see the ball of light until it landed on his muzzle. An explosion of light blinded him. Meiko jumped and fell backwards, flailing his legs like a knocked-down beetle. He yelped as he rubbed his nose and face. Following his instinct, he closed his eyes and focused on his other senses. As he stood up, his claws brushed against solid rock. A warm breeze was blowing, very different from the wetness it had been around the whole day. Birds in the distance started singing, their trills entirely unfamiliar for him. 

The fragrance. Meiko froze when he noticed it beside him, more overwhelming than ever. It was right in front of him. He shrank back, frightened and expectant in equal parts. Blinking, he tried to force his sight. Flowers, red, purple and white: none of them was in the clearing. Neither was the granite floor. He gulped and assimilated that information as a new shape, the smell origin, became clear to him. 

"Welcome to my paradise, Meiko."

Glowing like a white marble core, a white she-wolf smiled softly at him. Her voice was full of serenity and wisdom. Covered by her shadow, Meiko felt as if he were standing in front of a redwood tree, or perhaps like a puppy in front of its mother. Paralysed, he watched her approach. Traces of crimson paint covered her, forming a circle on her forehead and lines under her eyes. He blinked, raising his head so he could look into her eyes, dark and deep. Who was she? Where were they? He could hardly think.

"Am I dead?" he finally asked.

Such a logical explanation made the she-wolf laugh. She reached over and licked Meiko on the cheek, amused. 

"No, not yet, little one. Not under my protection. My name is Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun."

Intoxicated by the lick, Meiko could only nod. A special warmth appeared where she had touched him. It felt too real to be dead. Perhaps he was dreaming? Reason told him it was most likely. His instincts were confused, he wasn't sure what to do. It all felt real, but...

"Come on, little one. I'll take you to the sanctuary."

Sanctuary? Meiko tried to ask but only managed a whimper. No word seemed appropriate to address her, a Goddess. Winking at him, she walked away. Meiko followed, discovering they were on a mountain. Breaking through the cloud cover, other peaks loomed in the distance, crowned by pine trees. The sun vibrated with energy, every blade of grass seemed new, every scent was comforting. A soft trill preceded the flight of birds, leaving a rainbow trail behind them. 

Though he was aware of these details of his surroundings, his eyes were fixed on Amaterasu. If the fragrance had seduced him before, having her near him flooded his mind. Every sense, every bit of attention, was for her alone. As the females of her pack, she extended her captivating scent behind her. Looking like a pendulum, her tail swung back and forth in a gentle motion. Sometimes, just a second, Meiko could see what lay beneath. He could hardly contain the strands of saliva produced by his mouth, the wetness of her muzzle at the exciting sight. Was she doing it on purpose? 

Totally captivated, he almost crashed into her. She had stopped in front of a red archway, covered all over with intricate golden symbols. Beyond it, stairs could be seen. That must lead to the temple, Meiko guessed. Blushing, he tried to calm his heartbeat, knowing that he had been about to plug himself into her innermost part.

"Close your eyes," said Amaterasu. "You are a guest in my house now, and you deserve to be honoured. There is a gift I wish to offer you."

Meiko obeyed without thinking. A nervous tingle ran through her body. What did the goddess intend? Her nervousness became a tremble when she felt the goddess's breath on her nose. At first, nothing happened, but soon a warm wind enveloped him. At the same time, he felt as if a wave of water washed over him, sucking the oxygen out of him. Panic seized him, and he tried to gulp for air, to no avail. To his relief, all those sensations disappeared soon. Breathing slowly, he looked around. Amaterasu seemed pleased, but he didn't see anything different. No, something was. Him. Even before he looked at himself, he knew it. Despite the time, he still remembered the feeling. He lifted his hind leg, and his eyes widened: his balls were there again. There was no scar, no mark of what had happened. 

He was an intact wolf again.

Amaterasu smiled again, petting him. Meiko tried to speak, to express gratitude, but he just mumbled. Under the vast paws, he felt insignificant again, grateful yet unworthy of so much attention.

"Goddess Amaterasu, your divinity, that is... that is, I... thank you."
"You're welcome, little one," she replied, smiling. "Just Amaterasu, please. I require no titles, least of all from my guests. Now come, I must fix you: a cutie can't walk around covered in mud."

Cutie. Meiko's redness grew even more. His pack often called him that, but it sounded pleasant and sincere in Amaterasu's mouth. Perhaps even flattering, he thought, though he tried to bury the thought. One thing was certain: he owed the goddess a great favour now. Excited to feel his manhood back, he leapt after her. He shook his hips, feeling the extra weight rise and fall. It was wonderful.

What Ama called a sanctuary turned out to be a five-storey pagoda, painted white and vermilion. A tribute to Amaterasu's colours, he thought. Around it, steam floated from a handful of hot springs. Crossing paths of stone and sand, he saw all manner of canids dipping into the water, splashing or dozing on the rocks. There were other creatures too, some as superb as the Amaterasu herself and whose imposing presence dissuaded him from staring. He turned his ears as he caught a melody, the strumming of a string. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, enveloping his body with a feeling of stability. Did the guests notice it too?

The servants were easily distinguishable; they all wore an armband with a sun on the front leg. However, there was an even more important feature, at least for him. To his keen lupine nose, the faint odour they emitted was unmistakable. He didn't want to believe it, but his eyes opened wide when he realised it was true. Each and every one of them was neutered. His newly recovered balls quivered. He felt some sympathy, as well as curiosity. If Amaterasu had been able to restore him, why not the others?

"Nagel."

Amaterasu's voice drew one of them, a rottweiler with a white spot covering his middle chest. It gave off an aura of solid confidence.

"My Goddess, you are back. What do you wish?" he said, bowing his head in reverence.
"I have brought a new guest," she nudged him forward with her muzzle. "Meiko could use some food, then I want you to take him to the royal bath. I'll be waiting for him there."
"Yes, My Goddess. Thank you for giving me this task."

As if it had just happened, Meiko was aware of the multiple patches of mud covering his skin and felt embarrassed. Not that he loved baths (they removed too much odour), but if Amaterasu wanted him clean, he would obey. It took a serious effort to get away from her, but Nagel wouldn't let him waste time. The rottweiler led him behind the pagoda to a more secluded area, where Meiko was served several plates of meat. Meiko's eyes sparkled when he saw the plentiful meat. He didn't go hungry in the pack, but it had been a long time since her stomach had felt swollen and satisfied.

"Nagel, thank you so much. How did you get so much?"
"Don't thank me," he replied. "It's all thanks to the Goddess. She keeps the sanctuary supplied. Food, shelter, entertainment, whatever we need, she has it. And if she doesn't, she gets it. She has powers you can't even imagine."

Neiko nodded, fascinated. Amaterasu seemed powerful, yes. However, the same thought from before came back into his head. Why were all the servants neutered? He glanced at Nagel's ballsack, as empty as his own until minutes ago, though bigger. For some reason, his member reacted to those thoughts, poking out of its sheath. Trying not to blush, he shifted his position to hide it. 

"Well, umm, how did you get here?"
"I was a fighting dog. Humans bred me to fight others until I couldn't, and then they abandoned me," he frowned and snorted. "The Goddess came and took me with her. She likes to rescue those in need: exiles, wounded in battle, abused, beings without purpose. They’re taken care of until they’re ready to leave.”
"You didn't leave," Meiko said, not hiding his curiosity.
"Nor will I. The Goddess is all I need," he stared at Meiko. "You've noticed how special she is, haven't you? And I'm not talking about her powers. She's much more than that. I'm happy at her side. Giving up my manhood was a small price to pay for all I've gained. 

So that's what it was. That discovery added to the pile of puzzling things happening to Meiko that day. He found it hard to understand how so many males would give... what made them male in the first place. Amaterasu was a goddess, yes, but still, the thought of losing his balls again gave him chills. He took one last bite of meat and asked again.

"Don't you miss them?"
"Never. Of course, there are others who do, but I've never needed them. Besides, it doesn't stop us from playing."

Nagel came closer, almost putting his head together with Meiko's. He wasn't as big as Amaterasu, but his black fur and natural musculature were quite impressive. His friendly smile turned mischievous as he circled Meiko, giving him a lick from behind. Meiko cringed, noticing the male's interest.

"You're very beautiful," Nagel said. "Cute, also. I can see why the Goddess has taken an interest in you. I hope we get to know each other better later."

Meiko just groaned, unable to say no to the big dog. Even if he wasn't with his pack, the old ways were hard to get rid of. The best way to avoid fights he couldn't win was to submit. Even though Nagel's attitude was the opposite of aggressive, his instincts still told him it was better to submit to a strong, dominant male than to fight him.

"Come on, follow me."

Now his flirtation had come to an end, Meiko breathed a sigh of relief. With growing eagerness, he was guided around the temple's corridors until he reached an inner courtyard. Meiko noticed the scent of Amaterasu, mingled with the hot steam wafting through the air. There were other aromas, those of other servants, but he paid no attention. All thoughts of Nagel disappeared. Barely able to see, he moved forward until he found steps to the edge of a small hot spring, surrounded by rocks. He held his breath as he watched Amaterasu approach, gliding through the water with the agility of an otter. 

"Come closer."

Meiko dove into the water, raising a small wave. It wasn't very deep. He tried to calm his breathing, but the presence of the goddess was overwhelming. Even the water seemed to shimmer where her fur touched. They went to the spring's centre, where the water was warmer. His pulse jumped as he noticed how she ran her paw down his back, caressing him. Embarrassed, he watched as the dirt was released around him. 

"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, little Meiko. Here, let me help you."

For an instant, he almost fainted when she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Still, as a newborn, he let her carry him to the stairs and start rubbing him. He could only hear his own heartbeat as the huge paws rambled his body. Though it took him a while to calm down, Amaterasu knew what he was doing; soon, the muscles in his back relaxed, then those in his paws. He laid on his chest, feeling the ripples of water hitting his fur. 

"Tell me about your pack."

Meiko was quiet for a few seconds before answering. He didn't think his experiences were of great interest to the goddess, though she didn't ask him to stop. The feeling of being listened to attentively was strange but a very welcomed one.

"You don't seem very happy there," she commented. "Always in the last position, the least important."
"Well, I'm a newcomer. It's not so bad. They're kind... in their own way. They do care."
"I see. Those females... have you 'been' with any of them?"
"N-no," said Meiko, tensing up again.
"Interesting. What about the males? Do you like to lift your tail for them?"

Several memories raced through his mind. Sometimes with one wolf, sometimes with several. Whether in the caves or in the middle of the field, they remembered how they surrounded him. The foreplay, those seconds before they pressed him to the ground or forced their length into his mouth. How his body reacted positively when they teased him about his 'feminine' status, even if he didn't want to. The overwhelming musk invading his muzzle as his body was assaulted again and again. The mixture of pain and pleasure embarrassing him. It was too much to put into words.

"I understand, Amaterasu continued, whispering above his head. "So feminine and delicate, it's no surprise they're so interested."
"T-thank you? I-"

Amaterasu's paw descended towards his groin. Incredulous, Meiko lets out a loud moan when his sheath is touched. All his hormones were raging, inflamed by the memories and scent of her. He pushed forward, revealing the tip of his dick, glistening with moisture.

"How nice. Just the perfect size to play with, just like you."

Moaning again, Meiko tried to analyze the situation. His whole body was trembling, expectant, eager. He was used to these plays, but he didn't expect them from Amaterasu. At least with the other she-wolves, he knew it was all play, mere fun. None of them had ever had any intention to give the next step, ever. With Amaterasu, he wasn't sure what to make of it. From Nagel's words, he felt he was almost committing a sin just to imagine that she could, that she wanted to... just with him. The other dogs would no doubt take it as a severe offence if he tried to do anything, wouldn't they?

"Aren't you going to wash me?" she said, kissing him on the cheek. "It's my turn."

Tangled up in her game, Meiko stopped thinking. The fact she was already clean didn't stop him from following her orders. Grateful for every second at her side, he bent his head as he groomed her as best he knew how. He ran his soapy paws over her back, feeling the strength of every muscle, made for running and fighting. She exuded power. The scent of her, far from weakening with the washing, did just the opposite.

With a mischievous look, Amaterasu turned away; Meiko lost what little sense he had left. With soap and water sliding down her sides, nothing could hide the warm pink of her nipples peeking out, along with her womanhood. At the perfect angle, her swollen black lips called for attention, ready to copulate. Meiko's gasping breath turned to pant, trying to control the intense burning she felt in her body.

"Tell me what you think, little one. I want to hear everything."
"I-I... I've never seen a more... I mean, you're gorgeous, goddess, I mean, Amaterasu."
"Do you like what you see?"
"YES!" the intensity of his answer shook him, and he glanced at her, blushing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't. I mean... being impartial and all...
"Shush, shush. I told you I didn't want more apologies. I want you to keep watching; I want you to enjoy it. But I want something else. Do you think you can give it to me?

Meiko's throat felt clogged as if it had a thorn in it. From the first time he smelled it, even before knowing what it was, part of his body already craved that idea. The promise of touching her, feeling her, and giving himself to satisfying her needs. He felt his cock bounce against his belly, ready to accomplish that task. Drops of pre fell between his legs. He wanted to serve her, to give himself entirely to her.

Giving up my manhood was a small price to pay for all I have gained. 

Nagel's words sliced through his mind like a knife. Meiko cowered, hesitant, fighting the impulses in his body.

"I would do... almost anything. Ask, and I'll do it. Just... "he hesitated a little, "let me keep your gift. Please.
"Oh, Meiko, I would never ask that of you. My offer doesn't bind you to anything." she looked at him with genuine concern as she stood up and dried herself. "Accept my gift, my company, and leave whenever you wish. Or remain here as a servant. Is the latter something you want?"

With a slightly clearer mind, Meiko thought about it. There was nothing to stop her from doing the former. A night of passion, return to the pack and remain a male. It all sounded perfect. Putting aside the fact that the very thought of being away from the goddess gave him stomach aches. Part of him wanted to stay there. And being neutered wasn't so bad. A tingle of pleasure tingled through his body.

"I understand. There were others who hesitated as well." Amaterasu was rereading his thoughts, though it had less merit this time. "That primal instinct, to act like a male, to sire a litter. Tell me the truth, do you think any wolfess in your pack would agree to have your pups?
"Well, it's... it's not impossible," Meiko replied, blocking the idea. "Not any more."
"Well, I can't force you. But, if you want to bring puppies into the world so badly, we can make a deal."
"What deal?"
"I'll let you mount me now. I'm ready, fertile, more fruitful than any wolfess. If you can impregnate me, I'll give birth to your cubs. You'll keep your balls. If it doesn't work, you will become one of my servants. All your seed will be mine and mine alone. Is that acceptable to you?

The room fell silent, leaving only Meiko's gasps. Amaterasu waited patiently, watching the dilemma in the wolf's eyes. The struggle between the two desires was intense. In the end, however, it was inevitable to choose the better, safer option. Meiko raised his head. His eyes did not blink.

"I'll do it."

Ama bowed, pleased, raising her tail. In her eyes was an invitation Meiko did not refuse. He stood on two legs, putting his muzzle in the perfect position. His tongue was ready and went right where she needed it. Slowly, he licked around, softly. His cock burned, but he ignored it. Lick after lick, he watched as she stirred, as she drew in a deep breath after each little pulse of pleasure. Only then did he shift and go straight to the centre of her already wet folds. His brain nearly collapsed at the taste of her, commanding him to continue.

He licked those juices, delving deep into that slit. Though inexperienced, his instinct and desire made up for performance. His sole purpose was controlled by craving and lust. He was to suck, to lick, to devour that treasure. Her clit pranced on his tongue, swollen and hot. He wasn't satisfied with that alone. He plunged his muzzle in, pressed those lips apart, getting new notes of enjoyment from Amaterasu in the process. Slowly he opened up, his wet nose pushing, until almost all of his muzzle was inside her. The juices were thicker inside her and slid down his throat, coating his tongue like syrup. He dug deeper, choking, not caring about it. His hips humped in the air in a frenzy of desire. 

"Not bad, little one," Amaterasu blurted out, breathing hard. "Now, show me if there really is a male in you. I can't wait to find out..."

He tried to jump on his back and grab her. He succeeded, but his paws slipped a moment later. Embarrassed, he repeated the jump without getting the desired position. He managed to hold himself, but his hind legs didn't touch the ground, preventing him from pushing off.

"Do you want help?" she chuckled.
"I do, please," he answered in a whisper. His embarrassed face now burned as hot as his crotch.

Still with a mocking smile, Amaterasu laid, remaining in the lion's pose. Meiko's mind was now ruled by hormones and rutting despite the horrible setback. His thin penis, with the half-swollen knot, managed to find its mark. Moaning with delight, Meiko managed to slide it at once. There was almost no friction, just warmth and her silky insides enveloping him. The sound of their union reached every corner of the room, repeating in an erratic rhythm. Suddenly, it changed when she began to contract her walls and forced him to slow down. His knot, now almost fully swollen, pushed harder against her spade, sliding against her clitoris. 

She seemed to enjoy it that way. She didn't let him go any further at any point, maintaining her mischievous grin. No matter how hard he pushed, his knot wouldn't go in. Between gasps and moans, Meiko kept pounding relentlessly, following the rhythm she was proposing. Even without moving, she was in total control. She guided him, indicating the force and speed she needed, right at the points of maximum pleasure. She was getting everything she needed from him, feeding his orgasm without completing it, leaving him on the verge of delirium.

"Good boy. Just a little more, I can feel it. Come on, Meiko. I thought you wanted to knock me up. Make an effort. Show me the male in you. You're going to need a big load. Do it. I want to feel it flow inside me. Take your chance, impregnate me. Let's make a big litter together."

Noticing the sweat on his paws, Meiko lashed out with all his force. This time, she gave in and let his knot finally take hold inside. Giving him no rest, she milked him, squeezing him all over. Meiko clenched his forelegs, feeling a pressure grow inside her, so overwhelming that it almost hurt. Howling, he slammed into her, burying his head against the fur on her back as his balls contracted, sending out the maximum load of seed. His orgasm, like a small explosion, released a spurt of semen just above Amaterasu's cervix. Several followed, weaker, just a few extra drops that barely served to stain. 

Exhausted to the limit, Meiko could barely feel his legs. He tried to turn and dismount, but she wouldn't let him. He was trapped by his most vulnerable and exposed part. He waited, nervous, feeling cornered. Please let it be a success. He could only hear the heavy breathing of Amaterasu, who had closed her eyes and seemed to be concentrating. It can't have gone wrong, it has to work.

"Congratulations, Meiko. I know you gave your best effort, and that has its reward. Not the one you expected, I'm afraid. I know when a male's essence is strong, and yours is not. Even if you rut me a thousand times, nothing will come of our union," she turned her head and stared at his eyes, "You're not male enough to impregnate me, not that that's a surprise. But you were so sweet! Your moans, those movements... I'm sure no wolfess in your pack makes such cute, sweet sounds. Just adorable!"

Laughter could be heard in the background. The guards, Meiko realised. They had been there all along, hearing everything, smelling everything. They had all seen him at his best performance as a male, utterly failing. Dead embarrassed, he wanted to have run out of there, but Amaterasu still held him together. 

"It's time to fulfil our agreement, Meiko. Nagel, please do the honours."

Nagel approached. A golden ring glittered on his foreleg. He groped the soft skin of Meiko's sack, now a little tight and smaller from mating. Meiko held back a whimper. Tense, he waited for the inevitable event.

"There, there. Easy, little one," Amaterasu turned to look at him. "It'll be all right. Let Nagel help you. You'll be better off without those useless orbs. I know you think so too."

The ring began to glow. Nagel drew a straight line across the thin skin. A strange warmth covered the area. Mieko couldn't see it, but a cut formed, clean and painless. Now open, the empty little balls tried to retract as if they knew their cruel fate.

"Good little wolf. They've been back so recently, and you give them up willingly. A cutie like you doesn't need them. You're going to be perfect and adorable.

Now, Meiko groaned under her breath. Nagel didn't seem to want to end the moment any time soon. His paw stroked him from his thighs to his groin; he even dared to give him a few licks. Still buried in Amaterasu, his knot tight and warm, Meiko couldn't help but feel aroused.

"Don't hold back, moan for me. Yes, I know. You didn't want to admit it, but I could smell it; you were excited to make a deal, no matter what the outcome. I know you like your sack empty, sterile. I know you like others rubbing it, pointing at it, commenting on your condition."

With just a little pressure, Nagel forced both orbs until they fell outwards. The sight made him lick his lips. He let them sway, just waiting for the right moment. Meiko's chest rose and fell at full speed, knowing the moment was at hand. Amaterasu's words echoed loudly in his head.

"Confess, little one. Have no shame. You want to be my little neutered wolfie. Cute, feminine, submissive and always willing. Speak loud, Meiko. Do you want to be my servant?"
"YES, PLEASE!"

A second line, horizontal this time, finished off his masculine pride a second time. They bounced on the ground, inert and useless. Amaterasu nodded, pleased. A final movement caused the scrotum to close like there had been no cut.

"Thank you, Mistress Amaterasu," said Meiko, panting. "I am... I am thrilled to serve you. 

His knot, now almost deflated, finally let him go. The remnants of his pathetic discharge fell to the ground, leaving small stains. He crouched, submissive, with his ass up and head between his forelegs, showing his commitment and submission. 

"Oh, you almost seem to know the next step," laughed Amaterasu. Nagel, Kirito, Edward, Daniel, come. It's time to welcome your new brother."

Amaterasu put his paw on Meiko. The weight reminded him who was in total command there, no need for words or other actions. He flicked his tail away, flushed, almost as much as the first time he had to introduce himself to the wolf pack. A tongue soon defiled his anus. One by one, the others eagerly joined in. Meiko breathed softly, letting himself be carried away by the pleasantness of the sensation.

"You promised your load would be for me. All of it. There's still something fertile left in you, inside. It's not appropriate for you to have it, is it?"
"N-no."

His knot, swollen again, received Amaterasu's paw as a miracle. Only a few touches later, a second orgasm was about to come. That contact, along with the hungry tongues opening his anus, was too good to resist for long.

"Good puppy, good girl. Relieve yourself for me," said Amaterasu. 
"Relieve yourself, relieve yourself, relieve yourself, relieve yourself, relieve yourself.”

The chorus of voices from Nagel and the rest of the guards was the final push he needed. His prostate, defeated, gave way and expelled every tiny drop of his useless semen. Bubble after bubble joined the rest on the floor, already dry and withered. A soft cloud of pleasure enveloped Meiko, not an intense orgasm, but no less overwhelming for him. 

Meiko was happy. He had found his place. He had a purpose now. Exhausted, he dropped onto his side, feeling his eyes closing. He couldn't wait to serve the Goddess and his new pack again.

THE END