The Usual Spot was quiet. It had been like this for a while now; still and silent, like it should have been this time of night. The moon and stars hung and wheeled overhead in their rolling arc, casting their silvery light down onto Jasper like a midnight sun, twinkling in the firmament above, and all in their proper places. The clearing below was deserted, but the scent of wolves still clung to it, to every patch of dirt, every piece of bark on the trees that formed its boundary, every leaf in its canopy. The scent was fresh, and pungent. Any Alpha worth their salt would be able to sniff it out from a mile away, maybe even more.

The darkness should have made the walk home a hard one, but to Humphrey and the rest of the Omega Club, it couldn’t have been easier. After all, it was easy to find your way out of a sex-reeking forest when you have muscle memory and a sharp sense of smell, not to mention the company of good friends by your side.

“I told you, dudes!” Salty grinned, his scratchy voice lower than usual at just above a hoarse whisper. “She had the fattest ass I’ve ever seen! You know, like, hyper levels!”

Humphrey might have had the most stamina out of any wolf he knew, but even he had his limits. And he had reached it about fifteen minutes ago. The night’s action had worn him down to the bone, but as he sleepily put one paw in front of the other, he still couldn’t help but toss his words back.

“You literally just made that word up an hour ago, Salt. I don’t think it’s gonna stick.”

“Yeah, it will!” Salty shot back, peeking over his shoulder to check if he had disturbed a bird or squirrel. They might have been wolves, but even they understood that the prey needed to sleep too. “Think about it, what’s bigger than big?”

“Bigger?”

“Bigger than that!”

“Biggest?”

Humphrey shrugged, putting a little extra sway in his hips, if only to give his rump an attention-grabbing wiggle. Salty rolled his eyes with a playful scoff, and they both shared a friendly glare of annoyance.

“You’re not taking this seriously, are you?”

“Nope, not one bit.” Humphrey yawned, finding the weight of sleep hard to hold up as it settled on his back like a bunch of rocks. “You didn’t see a wolf with an ass bigger than her body, Salt. That stuff just doesn’t happen. I think you need some shut-eye!”

“Maybe I do,” Salty looked off to the side with a little mutter, quickly returning to the wolf beside him. “But that’s not my point, dude. She had a hyper ass, I’m not joking!”

“Sure you aren’t.” Humphrey ribbed with a coy shrug. “You’re just imagining things after I fucked your brains out earlier. Or was it the Double-Team that did it?”

“Which one?” Salty grinned, peering back at his own ash-gray rump, where it was still a bright red in some spots.

“The one with me and Garth.” Humphrey added quickly, with a swipe of his paw. “The point is, I think you’re making stuff up ‘cause you’re tired. Get some sleep, my guy!”

“Whatever you say, Humph.” 

Humphrey didn’t even bother trying to evade the smack to his ass. Salty’s tail whipped down hard, and he took it like it was nothing. And to him, it was; it was barely a tap compared to what he could do with it on his own, or what Garth could do to it.

“Anyway,” Humphrey let out a light chuckle, looking the other way for a change. “How are you guys doing over there? How’s he sleeping, Mooch?”

Garth and Mooch walked along on the other side of him, Shakey’s fast asleep and snoring form being carried on Mooch’s back every step of the way. The little guy had certainly earned his rest, and Mooch was doing a good job being gentle with his steps. Despite his size, he walked carefully while still managing to keep up, not disturbing his tiny friend even slightly down to the last soft snore. 

Not that there was much to keep up with: they were all exhausted, and were walking slower than usual as the last of their energy burned on fumes.

“Like a pup.” Mooch grinned with an uncharacteristically-proud snort of a chuckle. “He’s knocked out. He’ll really be feeling your pounding in the morning, Humphrey.”

“Hey, don’t kiss my ass too hard!” Humphrey shot back, his fangs catching a stray beam of moonlight. “Rule number three, my rump’s off-limits.”

“And here I thought I’d get you to change your mind.” Garth spoke, sounding significantly less tired than the rest of them; the perks of Alpha endurance training, Humphrey supposed. “I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”

“You can try.” Humphrey snorted. If he hadn’t been so tired, if he had had the energy, he would have given Garth’s over-eager muzzle a quick tease. But as it stood, his hips were out of juice, and walking was pushing their current limits. “But you risk getting disappointed! Not that I mind, you’re kinda cute when you get that way.”

He had no idea where that came from. Sure, he thought Garth was hot, but “cute”? He really did need some sleep if that’s where his mind was going.

Nevertheless, as he turned back Salty, he swore he saw the ghost of a blush visit Garth’s muzzle. But it was gone as quickly as it came, there and off again in a second, and he didn’t have time to think deeper about it. He was just seeing things out of the corner of his eye anyway.

Right?

Maybe it was just the sleepiness talking, but he swore he saw that blush as clear as day. It had almost been illuminated by a stray beam of moonlight for a small, fleeting moment, gone as quickly as it came, but he swore by the moon above that it was there. And when he saw it, he found his gaze lingering for just a second longer than it should have.

His chest fluttered, felt warm. He couldn’t explain it, but it did.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” Humphrey gulped, feeling like he had just swallowed a whole branch of overripe berries and was currently feeling their effects. “I really shouldn’t be doing this…!”

He grit his fangs until his jaw felt sore, trying his best to force that thought from his mind, but finding it wouldn’t bulge. His gaze shifted again, finding Garth in an instant. So postured, so tall, so radiant in the passing moonbeam. So hot, in so many different places. He certainly had the rump and dick at any rate. 

But he wasn’t just hot. He was handsome. 

“Sorry, Kate. But I can’t help it!” 

His jaw felt sore, and his heart, as tired as his body was, started to pound. Whether it was guilt or excitement, he couldn’t tell, but he definitely felt it deep in his belly.

“No wonder Lilly fell for this guy. I’d howl with a guy like that any day of the-”

“Ow!”

Reality came crashing back when Salty’s elbow stabbed into his ribs, the scrawny wolf’s golden glare stern and serious.

“Watch where you look, dude.” He said with an equal amount of sterness in his tone, in spite of his slight grin. “Aren’t you Mister Happily-Married?”

“N-no, it’s not that.” Humphrey whispered back, rubbing his side as he checked over his other side, only to find Garth slightly out of earshot. “The guy’s just really hot is all, you know that.”

“Your jaw was slack, Humph.”

Humphrey gulped again; was it really?

“Seriously?”

“Yep. You looked pretty enraptured to me.” The skinny wolf cracked a wider grin. “You wanna get Kate to rip you apart? That’s how you get Kate to rip you apart, bro. Not to mention her sister.”

“Heh, right.” Humphrey huffed, his side still stinging from that sharp blow. “But Lilly’s not really the type. You wanna talk ripping apart? Try her mom.”

“Yeah.” Salty snorted absentmindedly, clearly having noticed Humphrey’s deflection. It had been an obvious one; even he could admit that. “Just don’t try and pull that around Kate, alright? We all kinda like you in one piece!”

Humphrey chuckled. 

“Thanks for the warning.”

Salty was right, though; he might have been fucking Garth, but whatever was going on in his stomach today… Kate probably wouldn’t have appreciated it. So he took a deep breath, finding himself slightly behind the rest and having to break into a trot to catch up.

“Was he always this hot?”

Either way, the walk to the edge of the forest didn’t take much longer, and Humphrey’s hips were thankful for that. Before long, they were all sharing their goodbyes and going their separate ways, one wolf after another breaking off to head back home where a soft den floor (or in the case of him, Garth, and Salty, a loving mate) awaited. 

But as Humphrey started on his way back, the short way back to the valley illuminated by a soft midnight sun, he couldn’t help but notice a pair of paws behind him. A pair of heavy, trotting paws that were quickly gaining.

“Hey, Humphrey…!” Mooch panted, catching up one thundering trot at a time, until they both walked side by side. “Before you get away, can we… can we talk?”

“If you’re hoping for another one of my patented shows, I’m a little tapped-out, sorry.” Humphrey chuckled, barely summoning up the required energy to give his rump a little shake. “Catch me in the morning and we’ll get on that.”

“No, no.” Mooch chuckled a tad, shaking his head with a tired sigh. “I mean, like, really talk. I, uh…” The chubby wolf’s expression seemed to dim a little bit, and he glanced off to the side as if to avoid eye contact. Humphrey knew that kind of expression; Mooch was nervous. “I, uh, kinda need your help with something?”

Humphrey stopped in his tracks. Help? With what?

But regardless, if his friend needed something, sleep could wait. 

“Sure, what’s up?” He parked himself in the middle of the grass, stopping to look him in the face until brown met blue with a starry glint. “Something on your mind?”

Mooch nodded, breathing a little deeper than he usually did with a huff out the nose.

“Yeah, just something I’ve been thinking about. It’s not, like, a big deal or anything. I thought thought I’d, y’know, talk to you about it!” 

Despite how measured his words came out, his nerves were obvious. Even still, Humphrey pressed him when he found his big friend’s words were failing.

“Well?” He grinned. “Spit it out already! I wanna hear it.”

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid…”

“You were the one that brought it up, dude. And you’re my friend, I can handle it!”

Mooch swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

“It’s just…” He bit his lip. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Humphrey tilted his head, unsure of what that was even supposed to mean. He did a lot of things. “You gotta be more specific, dude.”

 “Right, I should probably explain.” Mooch swallowed hard. “You know I’ve been watching you and the guys for a while, right? Every time we meet up, I try to watch you and see how you… you know, do your stuff. How you approach people and put yourselves out there and everything.” 

“I’m sitting over on the sidelines, while you guys are just so confident and-” he stopped to take a breath before launching back into it a second later, the words tumbling out of his mouth a hundred at a time. “I dunno, I guess I wanna know how you do it! I mean, look at you. You can just throw your ass back and stuff like it’s nothing! And I just sit around and wait for orders all the time.”

At first, Mooch’s words didn’t make sense. How could they? Humphrey had no idea what he was talking about. The big guy was already plenty confident, he had shown it loads of times. Like that one time he smirked back at them the other day! Or that time earlier when he put himself under Garth. He wasn’t all passive all the time. 

But then again, he couldn’t think of many times other than those two. Maybe he had a point. He hated to admit it, but Mooch was right.

He felt his stomach drop like there was a rock inside it. The longer he racked his brain, sleep-deprived or otherwise, the more Mooch’s words began to sink in, settling in his head like silt on a riverbed, and not budging. He never had seen him be particularly active. He hated to say it about his friend, but if the bigger wolf was thinking it himself…

He breathed in to speak, choosing his words carefully.

“I mean,” He began, flitting his gaze away for a self-conscious second. “You probably could step up more. You know, take a little more initiative. But you’re fine just the way you are! You don’t need to change yourself for us or anything!”

“I’m not trying to change for you.” Mooch put some emphasis on that word, slowing over it like a truck over a speedbump. “Remember the other day? When you and Salty double-teamed me? The way I looked at you and just did something out of the blue? I took some initiative, and I… I liked it!” Mooch’s muzzle lit up into a grin for a fleeting second, his eyes sparkling up in the moonlight. “Sure, I just tried to copy the way you do your smirk-thing, but it felt good to contribute something for once. You get what I’m saying?”

“You did look like you were having fun. So just do that more oft-” The words had barely left his mouth before they were cut short.

“That’s the thing!” the bigger wolf barged right through his words, breaking in before he had a chance to finish. ”I don’t know how. I want to contribute more stuff, do more things! But the thing is, uh…” Mooch fidgeted a bit, drawing an aimless circle in the dirt with a shining claw as his muzzle split into a guilty, toothy grin. Their eyes met, and Humphrey resisted the urge to call another male “cute” for the second time that night. “I thought you could teach me how to do it. You're so good at it, and I thought-”

“Mooch, relax.”

Humphrey had wanted to let him keep talking, but he found his instincts taking over before he could stop them. He put his front paws in the air, chuckling deep in his chest with a gesture that made Mooch’s grin widen by a hair.

“Take a breath, buddy. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He shook his head with a grin, taking a seat of his own. Truth be told, Mooch’s rapid pace was making his head spin. And the tiredness wasn’t helping. “You could’ve just asked me to give you some coaching, no need to get all psycho-analysis on me.”

“Oh,” Mooch chuckled, digging his claw in a little deeper into the dirt. “Sorry.”

“And don’t apologize.” Humphrey laughed back, watching as his friend grinned all the wider. “You wanna come out of your shell more? I respect that. I wasn’t always the super dominant stud you see today, after all! If you remember.”

“Oh yeah,” Mooch cast his eyes skyward for a second, as if to look deep into the recesses of his brain. “We were all kinda awkward when we started out, weren’t we?”

“Exactly.” Humphrey said heavily, surprised as he found himself suddenly with the energy to circle his friend. “All that fun stuff came later; it just took some time. You wanna get better at having fun? I’m down for teaching you a couple tricks.” He stopped his paces just as he came back around to Mooch’s front, almost bumping noses with the big Omega when he put their muzzles close together. “Any specific stuff you wanted to work on? Or do you just wanna wing it?”

“I, uh…” Mooch was clearly struggling to find words, and the heat in the air rose by a fraction of a degree when his muzzle turned a light shade of rose. “Didn’t really have anything specific in mind, but… whatever comes to mind, I guess?”

“Fair enough.” Humphrey shrugged, resuming his stride toward home with a noticeable tingle in his belly. To think he still had the energy to be excited, when he should have just been looking forward to going to sleep. But here he was, that fire starting to spark to life inside of him with every swish of his tail, and every purposeful, upward hike of his rump. “Don’t worry, I’ll whip you into shape. You gotta promise me something first, though.”

Mooch caught up a second later, panting for breath at the sudden burst of movement even as he matched Humphrey’s reinvigorated pace.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Humphrey slowed for just another second, enough to catch Mooch unawares with a bump of his rump to the bigger wolf’s muzzle, and a genuine smile.

“Don’t try to be something you’re not, alright? That last thing we need is for you to, like, try to turn top or something.”

“Nah, don’t worry.” Mooch snorted out a chuckle, his muzzle still as red as a fresh kill. “That’s not really something I’d be into. I think I might be too, uh, big for topping.”

“I dunno about that.” Humphrey snickered. “Shakey says he hasn’t found his limit yet! But he could just be bluffing, you never know with him. Either way, as long as you’re still the group sub, I’m happy.” Mooch’s core temperature rose and his breath quickened when he arched his back, that plump sheath, those low-hanging balls, and that fat ass no doubt filling his field of vision from wall to wall. “You hear that, bitch?”

Mooch didn’t say anything at first, but his heavy, horny huff said more than words ever could. That is, until they got moving again, and Mooch stuck as close to his backside as he could the entire walk home.

“Yeah.” He breathed, as content as it was possible for him to sound. “Your little bitch, like always. You don’t need to worry one bit!”

The rest of the night went as Humphrey had expected it to. Him and Mooch talked a bit more, agreeing to meet the next day in the clearing, before going their separate ways. Humphrey finished his walk back home, where he curled up in his corner and tried to get some sleep.

It was kind of funny. Less than half an hour ago, he was ready to drop and saw logs for at least a couple more hours than he usually did. But now, after his conversation with Mooch, he found just getting comfortable was difficult. Kate slept soundly and silently across the den from him, and he had half a mind to curl up beside her, but…

Not like this. Not when he was so horny, so excited, with images of her and Garth and Mooch  swimming through his mind like they were. He didn’t need the temptation.

His hips might have ached, and his mind might have raced, but before too long he found himself drifting off. Sleep took him slowly, and he didn’t rest very well that night, but his dreams were vivid. Vivid, and oh-so-horny. Relentlessly horny. So steamy and full of activity that he swore he was in that clearing with Mooch already. 

Except, in some of them, he was with a different wolf. One that was much bigger, much stronger… much more handsome.

For now, he had to give his hips some time to rest. They sure could have used them. And as he drifted off to sleep, he found his eyes listing over to the slumbering Kate one last time before they closed for the final time that night. But before they did, a thought stuck itself to his brain like a briar to his fur.

“How long does heat go on for anyway?!”

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For the first time in about a week, Humphrey woke up on time. It was a miracle that his body let him off the hook so easily; he had slept just enough to re-energize him, and when he got up to do his morning chores, he found that his hips weren’t complaining in the slightest.

“Really dodged a bullet on that one.” He chuckled to himself, tossing a mouthful of stripped clean and chewed up bones out of the den to be buried later. The last thing he needed to not be feeling his best, especially today.

He made his usual rounds around the den, making sure the floor was swept, remnants of meals were cleaned up, and that the place was overall spotless. Kate deserved the best when she got home from her Alpha duties, and Humphrey would provide. But he did this every morning, and his mind was on other things. He was just going through the motions.

His mind was somewhere else right now, somewhere far away from the little den. His thoughts drifted to Mooch and their impending get-together, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make that special spot between his legs throb heavily just at the idea.

But the real thing getting him excited was the thought that came after. The image of Garth, posed so perfectly against the moonlight, fur ruffled and reeking of sex while still staying poised, took root in his mind and refused to leave. He had tried to push it away the night before, and he had hoped it would go away, but it was obstinate, stubborn. In many ways, the image was like the Alpha himself; strong and assertive, with a way of keeping a wolf’s attention on him no matter what. Just the mental image of him was enough to make Humphrey’s belly flutter, and his stomach dropped yet again when he felt it.

So it hadn’t been the afterglow talking. He stopped his work for a second to dig a fang into his lip: Kate would kill him if she found out about that. He had promised her that he would stay loyal, but…

“No.” He shook his head. “C’mon, Humphrey, pull it together. Once this whole heat thing’s over and done with, we can forget about all this.”

He had meant to just refer to Garth, but the pit in his stomach remained, gaping wide. 

What was going to happen when Kate’s heat was over? He would hate to set all of this up, only to have to go back to regular, domestic life. He wouldn’t be able to. Once that wolf was out of the cage, it was going to be impossible to put back in. And he had just made things even more complicated.

He hadn’t really thought about it much, but the question stuck in his mind. He put a paw up to his forehead, shaking his head slower this time. 

“What a mess I’ve gotten myself into. Eh, Kate?”

But Kate would understand; she always did. A little chat would clear things up, he was sure. All he needed was some time alone with her later, and a little self-control. 

At least, until the meet-up. Then he could let loose.

Speaking of which, Mooch was probably waiting for him to show up any minute now. So he kicked himself into gear, pushed those thoughts down as hard as he could, and set out for the forest’s edge with a dull ache between his legs. It was a needy kind of ache, like that part of him hadn’t seen any action in a while. He hadn’t felt like this in a few days at least, despite the previous night’s events. It almost made him feel guilty, having sex on the brain this much, but what could a wolf do?
	
“Alright, boys.” He sighed, addressing his assets directly. The ones that would soon have a subby wolf drooling all over them. “Let’s move out. We’ve got some fun to get to.”

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Even almost a full day later, the Usual Spot still smelled like sex. It made Humphrey’s nose tingle just to be in it, the scent having sunk deep into every imaginable surface. It almost singed his nostrils the moment he and Mooch walked into its boundaries, hitting him like a rock to the face and making his vision blur. The smells of the individual wolves were almost lost in that soup of a scent, but not entirely. Garth’s especially still lingered the strongest, like the air after a lightning strike, and that note was the one responsible for the burning tingle that now filled Humphrey’s sinuses.

But whatever he was smelling, he knew Mooch was feeling it two-fold. After all, the big guy had spent most of the walk there with his nose practically shoved right under his tail.

Even so, he wasn’t the focus today. There would be time to fawn over his own assets later. In the meantime, the day belonged to Mooch. That was the most important thing, and even in his lusty and excited haze, he could see that. Today just wasn’t about him.

That didn’t stop him from halting suddenly in his tracks, just to watch Mooch collide with his sizable backside and fall back onto his own haunches. The bigger wolf’s expression was dazed at first, but he soon cast his gaze upward, worship in his eyes and jaw-slacked awe on his face. He had to take the gratification where he could find it, he supposed.

“Enjoying the view, pup?” He smirked, his hips swaying from side to side mere inches from Mooch’s staring eyes. “You awake back there, or did I hypnotize you? Again?”

Mooch tried to shake the daze off his muzzle, but his mouth remained open even as his eyes sharpened back up a bit. He drew in a breath to speak, but Humphrey dug a fang into his lip and chuckled when it only came out as an amazed squeak.

“Still think you’re up for this?” He asked, making sure to put real concern into his voice for once. “We could always do something else if you’re not comfortable with this right now.”

There was some real concern in Humphrey’s voice now, as carnally tinged as it might have been. But his concern was alleviated right away when his large friend nodded heavily, exhaling with a sharp huff.

“N-no.” He said simply, clearly fighting the stutter with everything he had. “I’m good, I’m awake. I just… wow.”

“Something catching your eye, big guy?”

He already knew the answer to that; there was no need to ask it. But he said it anyway, and Mooch responded all the same.

“You can really teach me to do that, huh?” A rosy blush spread across his muzzle, his voice worshipful and airy. “‘Cause I’d like that…!”

“You know I can, buddy!" Humphrey gave a snorting huff, throwing his hips back with a mighty bounce of his rump, right in the bigger wolf’s face. “Trust me. By the time we’re done here, you'll be throwing it back with the best of them! And by that, I mean me.”

"Yeah, the best…" Mooch made his way to standing, shaking some more of that daze off of his body like water from his coat. Even so, it still took a second or two for the words to properly form on his tongue, and his voice was only a little bit less enraptured. "Then teach me! I’m ready to learn! F-from the best, I mean!”

Humphrey resisted the urge to huff out the nose; a good ego-stroking was something even an Omega could enjoy. Mooch was good at a lot of things, but that was one of his best talents.

But even with all his willpower, that couldn’t stop him from letting out a loud and steamy huff into the musky air. Mooch picked up on it instantly, and his muzzle burned a deeper shade of red from that point on.

“You’re gonna be learning a lot more than that from me, pup.” He channeled that huff into a growl, and put that growl into words, accentuating it with another well-timed buck of the hips. “Now listen up, and let’s get down to business already.”

Mooch stood up straight, poised and attentive even as his chest heaved with excitement. The tubby wolf was bursting at the seams, but he contained himself well. All except for his ever-impressive cock, which stood like a stubby tree trunk between his hind legs, balls heavy and shaft jumping with every throb of his pulse.

Humphrey had to admit, it was a nice dick. Maybe he would have to add that to the list of topics, once he found a good practice bottom and the moment was right.

"Wouldn’t have it any other way!" Mooch said, only the ghost of a nervous shake in his words. "Bring it on…!"

"That's the spirit." Humphrey growled, arching his back and twirling a claw. "Now, first thing's first."

One more teasing buck of his hips, and he was turning around into a sit. Mooch's pup-like whine was audible the moment his perfect view was stolen away from him, but all it took was a sharp glare from Humphrey to stop it cold in its tracks.

"Show me what you’ve got." He smirked, eyes glinting so sharply that his gaze could have scratched another checkmark into the tree behind him. "Work that ass for me, pup. And don't hold back. I gotta get a good idea of where I'm starting, you get me?"

“Yeah, I got you!” Mooch chuckled, practically panting as he made a turn of his own. Humphrey watched on as his fellow Omega did exactly as he was told, following orders without a single second of hesitation. Mooch’s fat, fuckable rump bared itself to him dutifully, thrust back into his direction with a noticeable wobble and an obedient wag of its owner's tail, which draped over the curves of his rump the way it always did. The big guy left nothing to the imagination, that much wasn’t unusual.

Despite his friend’s seeming lack of confidence, he did seem to have a style all his own; the beginnings of one at any rate. The way he draped his tail, matching and accentuating the curve of the cheek beside it while also baring his tailhole at the same time was perfect. He at least had that down-pat.

“Well?” Humphrey gave his muzzle an expecting nudge. “You gonna work that ass for me or not?”

“Oh!” Mooch jumped, spreading his legs apart just a little bit more, if only to stop them from buckling under his shaking knees. “Sorry. I’ll get right on that! But, how do I start…?”

“You’re thinking about this too much.” Humphrey grinned his best encouraging grin, gesturing his paws to simulate a bounce. “Just go at it! I don’t know, do what I do. Just imagine me working my stuff and do that. You’ll pick it up in no time, trust me.”

Mooch didn’t seem at that comfortable with the idea, but he took a breath anyway before doing as he was told. It was going to be a long, hard road to get where he wanted to be, but Humphrey was sure they would do it together.

Mooch’s first throw backward wasn’t anything spectacular, however. It was more of a bump than a slam, more of a nudge than anything resembling what he could do. 

The road was looking even longer than he thought now.

One backwards nudge, and Mooch went back to standing still. 

“That… wasn’t very good, was it?”

Not really.

But Humphrey couldn’t say that out loud; his friend was fragile as it was, and he didn’t want to discourage him.

“I think you should just loosen up, dude.” He shrugged. “You’re too in your own head. Just let go and roll with it!”

Mooch dig a fang into his lip, breathing out a huff.

“Let go and roll with it… huh. I just don’t wanna do anything wrong.”

The words were clearly more meant for himself than Humphrey, but he couldn’t help but overhear.

“Just do whatever comes naturally, buddy! Don’t think about what other people are gonna think about you. Just throw it all back, put yourself out there, and we’ll work on the specifics later!”

It only took a moment for Mooch to sturdy up, standing taller than Humphrey had ever seen him stand. 

“Alright.” He said simply, the air around him growing heavy. “Okay, I’m ready! Here I go…!”

The air around his friend shifted, and for the first time in years, Humphrey watched on as Mooch began to work his ass. It wasn’t anything near his own skill or style, but it didn’t have to be. All that mattered right now was Mooch; the rest would fall into place later.

He wasn’t half bad, though. Now that he wasn’t thinking so hard, the road seemed to get a whole lot shorter. Or maybe they had just walked the hardest stretch already.

Up and down the big guy’s rump went, rising and falling with a medium-paced rhythm. Mooch didn’t go too slow or too fast, too hard or too soft. He was clearly still getting used to showing off this much, and the blushing glare over his back-end confirmed it, but it was definitely a good start. Humphrey had always been a natural himself, even before he had anything worth showing off, but Mooch seemed to have some skill in his own way.

He had never seen him work his rump like this before. This was going to be easier than he thought.

“You, uh…” Mooch breathed in a deep and shaky breath, both the nerves and strain clearly audible with every word. “You like this? Is it good?”

Humphrey leaned back, daring to tease his own shaft with a measured trace of his claw, while his free paw waved nonchalantly in the air. 

“You're doing just fine, buddy. Keep at it! I’m not gonna tell you how to do it, it’s your style.”

“My style, huh…?”

The words seemed foreign to Mooch; at least, that’s what his tone said. He had been watching them all for some time, and it made sense that he would pick up a thing or two, but it hadn’t been refined yet. He was copying, not applying; imitating, instead of making it his own.

That is, until the lightbulb flickered to life above his head. Humphrey saw it in his eyes, bright and dazzling where that dull, worshipful expression had been. The air around Mooch seemed to shift a bit, like the wind after going in one direction for far too long.

The bigger wolf’s hips kicked into gear, going higher, bucking back farther and faster, rumpcheeks clapping harder. His tail began to bob with every upward slam, matching the pulsing rhythm of his entire back-end as it worked itself into the show Humphrey never knew he would be getting.

But even with all of that going in, his expression didn’t do what Humphrey had been expecting. He had anticipated some great shift, a daring smirk, a glint in the eyes, a dominant persona starting to show through. But instead, Mooch’s blush deepened, his jaw went slack, and his breath turned into needy huffs so thick that he could practically see them, like condensation in the air.

Mooch panted, and his tongue lulled out, even as his impressive rump worked itself into a frenzy.

“Well, Humphrey? H-how is it…?” 

His words were practically a moan. It was perfect. Mooch was perfect. A total fusion of dominant skill and submissive mannerism that Salty wished he could have come up with. 

This was hiding in his friend the whole time? 

“C’mon, Humphrey…!” There it was, another whine. Needy, desperate.  Humphrey had to admit, he was really liking this new Mooch better already. But what he said next threw him for a loop. 

“It… it’s really good, isn’t it? I’m really good at this, right?! You don’t need to hold back either, y’know…!”

Humphrey thought he had a pretty good idea what that meant. 

Today wasn’t about him or his pleasure, true. But if Mooch wanted it, he supposed he could…

“No need to hold back, huh?” Humphrey grinned slyly, leaning back against the checkmark tree as his wolf-breaking cock raged at full mast. Mooch salivated the moment he laid eyes on it, and he swallowed it all down like he was gulping down a load. “Well, since it’s your day, you get to pick the fun. You’ve earned a little something, at least.”

“R-really?” Mooch grinned, hips still working like they’ve never worked before. “Well, it’s gonna sound kinda silly, but…” 

The big guy trailed off for a second, but Humphrey picked up the slack in a second.

“Go on, pup.”

“Do you think you could…” Mooch gulped again, his hips stilling with a mighty, cheek-quaking collision. “Work your ass on mine? You know, throw it back with me? I wanna do it with the best…!”

It was true, Humphrey had promised that. But it didn’t matter whether he had or not, the idea was making his belly tingle all the way up to his throat, filling his entire body with excitement from nose to tail. It made his cock throb, and that one special spot at the base of his tail tingled with excitement, throbbed in a way it rarely ever did, at just the idea alone.

It was just like when he was around Garth. The sheer idea, it alone, was enough to make him want to jump in right then and there.

So, he didn’t say no. He would have been crazy to turn him down. Sure, there was more to do after this, but what harm could a test drive do anyway?

“You know what, pup?” Humphrey worked his way to all fours, reveling in Mooch’s gasp, exalting in his widening eyes and desperate moan when their rumps collided together. It filled him even more of a buzz than before, and their tails brushed up against one another when he, for the first time in several days, lifted his tail high. 

He flagged it higher than he had in some time, and his shaft gave a massive throb when he felt it; Mooch’s tailhole, so often used and wrecked, practically kissed his own, and a throb the likes of which he had never imagined pulsed underneath his tail. It took all he had not to moan right back at him, but he channeled it into words instead.

“You got yourself a deal. Just don’t let it go to your head, okay? You’re not in the big leagues yet!”

He was ready to stop talking and get to work, but an idea appeared in his head before his sentence was even finished. It was a perfect one too. If Mooch wanted to learn confidence, then he would give it to him. Even if he had to do it the hard way.

“On your mark.” He smirked. “You take the lead.”

“M-me?!” Mooch gasped, sending a chill up Humphrey’s backbone when he pushed back against the sandy rump behind him. “I don’t think I’m ready to-”

“Yes. You are.” Humphrey said firmly, their eyes meeting and holding for a few unfaltering seconds. “Don’t sell yourself short, buddy. You’re more than good enough to take the reins! It’s just a test drive, sure, but I wanna see what you can do when you’ve got them in your mouth. You work that ass for me, and I’ll follow.”

Mooch straightened up a bit, standing just a bit taller. His breath evened out, and he looked back with a steely glare in his eyes that Humphrey had never dreamed of before.

“Alright. On three.” He huffed out the nose, hips revving to bounce upward at any second. “Oh. And thanks, Humphrey.”

There was something real in his voice, something an insincere wolf could never hope to replicate. They traded the same warm smile, and their eyes bored into each other’s with the same friendly, amiable glow.

Just in time for Mooch’s countdown to reach zero.

Humphrey thought he saw the ghost of a smirk flit across his muzzle, but he was far too busy to look deeper. Mooch’s hips kicked into gear the second the clock ran out, and he matched them with practiced precision. The initial bump upwards was the hardest to catch; it took a good amount of his reflexes to match Mooch’s sudden throw, but he managed. Their rumps collided, ripples and wobbles spreading from cake to cake, pair to pair in a storm of blonde and gray.

After that, matching his time and tempo was easy enough. Humphrey had worked his ass harder and faster than this just the previous day, but Mooch was putting in a good effort to replicate him. But even so, he kept his newfound style consistent, using his size and wobble factor to his advantage. Humphrey himself may have been skilled, but all his size was in the back. 

Mooch? Well, he was all size. And he used every last ounce of it, throwing his back up when his hips arched, and slamming his whole weight down with every downward crash. Their asses met in the middle, rump slamming into rump, gold into gray, again and again, and Humphrey never got tired of seeing those immaculate quakes.

The feeling of their holes on one another certainly didn’t feel bad either. He hadn’t felt that sensation in days, and he had almost forgotten how it felt. How could he forget something so electric? So foreign, yet so exciting? It was just like when he rode Garth’s cock; the sheer excitement of teetering on the edge of his own limit made him want to cry out in pleasure alone, and it took everything he had to keep his mouth shut.

But today wasn’t about him, so he took the opportunity to give his tailhole an experimental clench against the other wolf’s, and the ensuing moan could have made his ears ring. Today was all Mooch, and he wouldn’t forget it.

“Well…!” Humphrey huffed, meeting a slam back with one of his own, and stopping his speech to listen to a clap that made his ears ring. “You certainly picked up on this fast! Why didn’t you tell me you were such a fast learner?”

“I, uh, I guess I am…!” Mooch gasped, his blush blood-red all across his muzzle as he watched their rumps crash together one bump at a time. “I didn’t even know it until today!”

“Well, it’s true!” Humphrey smirked, putting some extra power behind his next bounce. It paid off, and Mooch’s claws dug into his musk-saturated dirt as he slipped forward a bit. “Give it a few days of practice, and you’ll be the talk of the pack! Besides me, anyway.”

“Holy fuck,” Mooch breathed. “I’d like that.”

“Then step it up, dude!” Humphrey smirked back over his shoulder, putting on his steamiest and most velvety-smooth grin to date as he pressed their huge rumps together, letting them squish into new shapes, and their holes grow close again. The sound of scraping dirt hit his ears when he spaced his hind legs a bit farther apart. “I know you can give me more than this. Let’s see you go harder!”

Mooch nodded, stony and obedient all at the same time.

“O-okay!”

“And cut back on the stutter.” Humphrey snickered. “It’s like a tool, or a spice! Use it just enough and it’s cute! Use it too much and it makes you look like a pushover. You wanna be a good sub, not a pushover. Right?”

“Y-yeah, I guess…” Mooch cast his glare off to the side, before his face hardened up again, his eyes shooting to the front. “Yeah, you’re right…! I gotta be more confident and stuff!”

“Exactly.” Humphrey leered, biting his lip. “Know what you want, and show ‘em what you’ve got! Don’t let them make you feel weak! ‘Cause you’re not.”

“I’m… I’m confident.” Mooch breathed, more to himself than anyone in particular. He bounced his hips one more time, and Humphrey met it was a reassuring push backward. “I’m gonna take the reins and tell you what I want!” He gulped again, stuttering for a second before pulling his words together. “I wanna go harder. I wanna go faster! I want to work my ass with the best of them, like you! And be the best sub in the whole pack!”

“That’s the spirit.” Humphrey grinned, fangs gleaming. “Now that you’ve told me what you wanna do, show me what you’ve got! Go nuts, ya tough little pup.” 

Their eyes mat again, and the glow this time could have rivaled the sun overhead. Most of it came from Mooch, and as he resumed his backwards slams with renewed vigor and power, the light above caught his coat. Mooch’s fur burned like golden fire, light streaming off each individual bristle and sparkling off of his dopey-but-confident grin.

He really was perfect now.

And it showed in his technique. At first, Humphrey had a hard time keeping up. He hadn’t expected a challenge when he woke up today, but here it was, right behind him. His hips started to feel sore as he threw his rump back, crashing it into Mooch’s own pummeling backside, their holes mere quarter-inches from touching. At times, he felt like they had; the bigger wolf’s pucker throbbed against his own on one particular slam, and it felt good.

It felt so good, and he fought the urge to moan with everything he had. He just barely managed to transform it into a steamy huff before it left his mouth, but even that had been a close one. Every time they did this, every time the undersides of their tails touched, he found himself breaking down more. And the last thing he needed was for Mooch to get cocky.

Now that it was any real concern. Mooch’s expression hadn’t changed. In fact, it had been refined: the blush was deeper and wider-spread. The look in his eyes was worshipful and submissive, but was a certain spark to it. It wasn’t dull anymore, trading that in for some serious control. His mouth was slack, and he panted at just the right speed to make himself drool. A little dollop of spit escaped his lip when he leaned back to get a closer look at the action he himself was causing, and that outpouring of slick and sticky fluid landed directly on their colliding rumps, painting their respective coats in dark drizzles and rivulets down the sides.

Humphrey had rarely seen a hotter image. He was proud to admit it: Mooch was good.

And things were about to get even hotter. Mooch’s mouth moved, but another ear-splitting collision made his ears ring, and he missed it.

“What was that?” He chuckled. “Didn’t catch that, buddy!”

Mooch’s mouth gaped even further, his blush spreading further by just a shade, and he breathed to speak.

“I… I said fuck me!!” His chest heaved, and their rumps pressed back so perfectly that they almost made a heart shape between them. “I wanna see what I can do on your dick, so fuck me up already! I want you to give me your worst, Humphrey!”

That was an easy enough request. Getting Mooch to lift his tail for a simple dicking was always an easy task, but there was something different about it today. He was so blunt, so forward.

So ambitious.

This wasn’t about Humphrey’s dick, not really. This was about Mooch wanting to test his limits, try out his skills. And moon above, was he not about to deny him that privilege. 

Their tailholes met again, holding there for several seconds, and it was Mooch that initiated it this time. Every second was like an electrical buzz, forks of pleasure he had rarely even felt before zapping deep in his body in ways he couldn’t describe. It made his innards feel funny, and his belly fluttered with excitement.

But it also made his cock jump, and Mooch breathed the smell deep with a long, slow breath out the nose.

“Do you even have to ask?” Humphrey pulled himself together just long enough to say that, anchoring himself back to reality from that point on. “But oh, I get it. You’re trying to be assertive, aren’t you?”

Mooch peered back at him, nodding heavily with an approving grunt. And that was all Humphrey needed to hear.

“Good.” Humphrey gave a chuckling snort, finding himself reluctant to part their rumps from one another. “You picked up this stuff pretty fast. So why not give you a test already? I just hope you can keep up with-”

He yelped, and his ass quaked the moment Mooch’s tail came whipping down on his cheeks. Their rumps were no longer connected, and the big guy moaned when he laid eyes on the greatest wobble Humphrey’s backside had had all day. 

“Hey, watch the tail! Just ‘cause we just went ass-to-ass doesn’t mean you can have your-”

“I wanna ride you this time!” He said, louder than he usually spoke. “I don’t wanna roll over and take it. This time, I wanna take the reins!”

A silence passed between them, but only for a second. Something was missing, something that was usually there. And when Humphrey figured it out, he could feel the piece click into its proper place.

“You’re not gonna ask me if that’s okay?” He snickered, putting a pace of distance between them and lowering his tail back down to its natural position. “It’s kinda off-brand for you.”

“I know what I want.” Mooch huffed, a grin widening his muzzle from ear to ear. It wasn’t cocky, but it sure was steamy and very, very eager. “That’s what you taught me. To say what I want and speak up. So I’m doing that! I wanna ride your dick this time, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

He had come so far in such a short amount of time. Yesterday, they wouldn’t have dreamed of having this conversation. But here he was, listening to Mooch putting his paw down about positioning, and sticking to his guns. 

He liked this. He liked this a lot. As long as it didn’t go to his head, he couldn’t see any downsides. So he looked back and gave his hips a wiggle, showing off all three of his sizable and impressive assets in one perfect, ass-bouncing, balls-heaving, cock-shaking gesture.

“Makes sense to me. Alright, pup, give me your best shot!”

He turned and got into position, falling onto his back with a thud onto the musky ground beneath. He let gravity do all the hard work, resting his paws behind his head, bringing his legs in, and letting his beast of a wolfcock throb showily in the heavy air.

“You still want me to call you that, right?”

Or the first time in a long, long time, Mooch rolled his eyes. It was so unlike him, but Humphrey could get behind it.

“Of course! I’m feeling like a new wolf, but I’m still your little bitch. Always will be…!”

“Damn right.” Humphrey growled, watching and Mooch took stock of his presented length before working that fat rump back toward him. It was like watching a truck back up, but with way more ass and bounce. “Don’t try to be something you’re not, dude. Then we’re all good.”

The two shared a wink, just in time for Mooch to stop his backward plods. It was a weird feeling, seeing his subby friend’s rump looming over him. Those sizable cheeks blotted out the sun overhead, casting his whole body in a deep, dark shadow, and he couldn’t help but feel it close in around him. Mooch towered over him for what felt like a few seconds too long, and when he finally lowered himself…. 

Well, he lowered the boom.

Mooch’s rump came down so hard it practically crushed Humphrey’s lower half into the dirt, just barely sparing his bits from the meteoric crash. He had always been good at putting that thing down, but it was always reserved for a log sledding maneuver, or breaking up a fight. But now, he was on the receiving end.

Was Mooch always this powerful? 

Either way, the wolf got results. With just that one slam, Mooch had managed to not only bring himself down within range, but also capture Humphrey’s cock perfectly; the perfect hotdogging if he had ever seen one. The big guy was certainly eager, that much was obvious just by the look on his face.

“Oh, sorry…!” He chuckled over his shoulder, all his weight concentrated on Humphrey’s form below. “Did I go too hard?”

“Next time you-” Humphrey’s voice strained, baring his fangs as he tried to adjust to the sudden boulder on top of him. The wind had exited his lungs the moment the weight came down, and in spite of the perfect hotdogging going on, he was out of breath and his nethers hurt like hell. A couple deep breaths, and he was in talking shape. “Warn me before you lower the boom, Mooch…! You could’ve crippled me!”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Ah, no big deal…!” He waved a paw as nonchalantly as he could, readjusting into a more comfortable position as the crushing pain dulled to an ache. “Just be more careful next time, alright? If that’s how hard you come down right now, my hips’ll be dust before we’re done here. And I’m a lot heavier than Shakey, lemme tell you!”

“Right.” The bigger wolf grinned. “Consider me, uh… warned.”

“You know I’m gonna have to fuck you twice as hard for that?”

For the second time, he swore he saw something smug about Mooch’s grin.

“More fun for me then.” But just like that, it was gone in a flash. “Anyway, you okay down there? Do you need a second to, um, recover?”

“No, it’s fine…” Humphrey breathed a bit more, wiggling his lower half just to find the perfect angle under all that wolf. He found it quickly, and just like scratching an itch, the pain faded when he did. “I’m okay. Now, weren’t you gonna ride my cock? Get to it, pup!”

“Yessir…!”

Sir? He had never heard that one before. 

But there was no shame in admitting it: he could get used to that. Just like everything they had gotten up to over the last few minutes, they would have to workshop it, but he could definitely get used to that.

Making a mental note to be called ‘sir’ more often, he took a deep breath and gave his cock a flex, watching as it made ginger contact with Mooch’s hungry hole for the umpteenth time in twenty-four hours.

Only this time, he wasn’t the one with the reins in his jaws. Sure, Mooch wasn’t the type to tug on them too hard, but not being in total control for once certainly felt weird.

But he didn’t have time to think right now, least of all about that. Mooch’s tail whipped down hard on his rump, smacking down with enough force to successfully pound his cock from all sides and angles, and earning him a hot spurt of pre in return. With that little tease out of the way, however, Mooch seemed like he had been waiting long enough.

He had never pegged the guy for being particularly impatient, but the way he took his shaft right up his tail in a matter of seconds seemed to say otherwise. Mooch was always voracious when it came to cock, but this was one a whole other level. Sure, he had been ridden by Mooch before, but it always devolved into some light bounces from up top, while he did most of the work on the bottom side of things. Mooch would ride, but he would pound from below; a pretty simple position, but a fun one all the same.

Now, however, things were a whole lot different. The bigger wolf seemed to be taking this ‘taking the reins’ thing really seriously, since before Humphrey could even think to meet him in the middle, Mooch’s rump was colliding with his knot, and his hips were pistoning in no time at all. That same worshipful expression was still etched onto his muzzle, but his rump told a totally different story, pounding down with all its crushing weight onto his knot and lap with the force of a rockslide.

Every slam made his hips ache. Every downward crash pounded a bolus of crushing pleasure deep into his bones. The full force of Mooch’s body hammering down on him, rumpcheeks clapping and bouncing with every last downward motion, collided with him again and again, so hard that he felt like he was staring to leave an imprint in the dirt beneath.

But it felt amazing, and that was what mattered. 

It was no secret around Jasper, Mooch was one of the tightest wolves in the pack, male or otherwise. What Humphrey had in size, he had in feeling, and that was a fact no one who had ever fucked him could deny. He had been amazing before, even in his passive state. The guy would just roll over for anyone who asked forcefully enough, taking everything they had to give with rapturous tones and a rump that felt so good it was almost beyond description. 

Humphrey had plenty of experience with that. It was a lot like being with Kate; Mooch’s tailhole felt like it was made for being railed, and it never lost its tightness, its velvety vise grip, no matter how many wolves got to him first in however short a time.

But now, somehow, he was even better. It was so hard to describe that Humphrey found his words failing. Mooch wasn’t just tight, he wasn’t just perfect, he wasn’t just tailor-made for dick. No, it was almost like his newfound confidence radiated off of him, every slam and pound, every squeeze and roll that could milk a cock for hours, seemed to be twice as powerful now. Twice as controlled.

Twice as amazing. 

It took everything he had not to let out a moan as Mooch brought himself down, demanding his sticky pre by the gallon-full and begging for his knot, without a single pause for breath. Just like earlier, he was the perfect synthesis, the ultimate combination of dom-like confidence and submissive urge to please. Salty would have blushed, but Mooch would have had him beaten even in that department.

Needless to say, this was a test he was going to pass, and with flying colors. There was no doubt about it, not in a hundred moons.

“H-how am I doing, Humphrey…?” Mooch panted, tongue lolling out of his mouth and words coming out as a needy moan, even as his ass threatened to turn his hips to dust any second now. “Is this… good enough for you?”

Humphrey growled deep in his chest, giving his length a flex as it fired off a sticky round into those squeezing depths.

“You know it, pup…! You’re really a natural, you know that?”

“Thanks…!” Mooch blushed all the deeper, leaning his head back with a moan and a desperate whine after his mouth closed. “I’m gonna… keep getting better too!”

“I know you will.” Humphrey leered through gritted fangs, unlocking his paws just to land a smack on that pounding rump at the height of a particularly-high bounce. The wobble alone was enough to make him want to blow immediately, but he held it back at best he could. “Just keep at it, buddy. Now, here’s the ultimate test for ya.” He flashed his fangs just a bit wider, both them and his eyes gleaming in a passing ray of sun. 

“Make me cum for you, pup. I wanna see if you can make me blow!”

“That’s it…?” Mooch chuckled, almost uncharacteristic in how confident he sounded, even as he blushed and panted like the pup he was. “W-well, if you say so, sir! I wanna be the best sub I can for you…!”

“Just follow orders, bitch.”

The big Omega’s back straightened up, and he shouted out with a massive drop of his weight.

“Yessir…!!”

Mooch cried those words out, letting them echo off the surrounding trees and into the depths of the woods, bouncing off of any surface they touched. Birds fluttered from their perches, and the whole forest stirred in surprise. He didn’t think the big guy had it in him, but Humphrey’s favorite fuckbuddy was full of surprises today it seemed.

And he was in for a lot more than just this before the day was out. He just didn’t know it yet.

True to his suspicion, Mooch’s hips only grew more and more powerful. By the time the bigger Omega had reached his fever pitch, his rump had become a sandy blur, with enough force in every drop to make a rockslide blush. But Humphrey had enough stamina to take it all. Even if his hips were starting to ache again from the constant hammering, he rode it all out with as much bravado and confidence as he could muster. Anything to keep the big guy from stopping.

He was too good. He didn’t want him to stop.

It seemed to be working too. Aside from the occasional glance of concern, Mooch was far too busy pounding his hips into dust to bother. Honestly, Humphrey preferred it like this, and both of them were notorious for liking it rough.

Even so, his climax was on the rise, building up like steam in a closed valve. His libido was a pot about to burst, and when it did, it wouldn’t just boil over. No, when Mooch had finally passed the test, it would be explosive.

And judging by the rate of buildup, and the way his senses were starting to muddle together, he wouldn’t have to wait much longer on that.

“There we go, pup…!” Humphrey gritted his fangs, shunting his hips upward at just the right moment to match Mooch’s power with his own. “Just… like that! Make me blow already…!”

“Sounds like you’re… there already!” 

“Shut your mouth, pup.” Humphrey’s bared fangs twisted into a carnal smirk, and he made the conscious effort to grind that beast of a knot up against his friend’s hammering hole. “Just focus…!”

“Who said I can’t do both at once…?”

Despite Mooch’s blush and subby expression, he had a point. Humphrey made a mental note as he hammered away, matching him ounce-for-ounce and thrust-for-thrust at this point. 

“Okay, good point. Just… keep going, okay? We’ll work on the dirty talk later…!”

A single nod from Mooch was all he needed, and soon, he found the pressure too much to bear anymore. He felt might have to be carried out of here after all, but in the moment, he couldn’t have cared less about that. He would have paid any price to be ridden like this again, any at all.

Well, maybe except for a couple. 

Regardless, Mooch had exceeded his expectations, and one smack to that sandy rump later, the gasket finally blew. The pressure reached its limit, the gauge overclocked, and the bomb inside him finally exploded.

He didn’t need to say anything; the throbs going through his shaft said everything, and the sudden slam upward was like a period at the end of the sentence. His shaft pulsed, the walls around it squeezed from every imaginable angle, and he felt it all the way into his knot when Mooch came down one last time.

“F-fuck yes!!!” Mooch cried out yet again, throwing his head back seeming just to project his voice further into the woods. “Humphrey… fill my ass up!! I need it!!”

Humphrey could have snickered, if he wasn’t so busy gritting his fangs that it hurt. They would definitely need to work on his dirty talk. But they could worry about that later, once his balls were properly drained. In any case, he gave Mooch everything he wanted by the gallon-full, until his vision turned into a blur and stray spurts of white painted both pelts, gray and sand-colored alike until the very last drop.

He was used to filling the big guy by now, and all it took was one gush of cum to make him squeal. The nervous Omega from earlier was gone, replaced by one with enough confidence to scream and moan his lungs out, and Humphrey could have kept this up all day on that image alone.

But eventually, he found himself running dry, and one last gush acted as a fitting finale. His senses soon started trickling back one inkling at a time, and the first thing that hit his sensitive nose was a smell he knew all too well: fresh load, and lots of it. Clearly, Mooch had came himself silly, and all without laying a single claw on his own bits. Humphrey reclined with a satisfied chuckle, locking his paws behind his head again.

“You doing okay up there, pup?” He leered, more hotly than he had intended. Not that Mooch minded; he straightened up in an instant, turning to look at him with that same expression, albeit tinged with exhaustion. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and it took him a few spent breaths to even summon up a single word.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m okay.” He took another heaving breath, slumping over for a second before springing back up. “So, um… How’d I do?”

Did he really even need to ask? Humphrey couldn’t help but feel like he was just asking out of habit, but he answered him anyway.

“Did you feel that load just now?” He waved a paw with a playful little scoff. “Whadda you think? You passed, dude. Congrats.”

“Oh, good.” Mooch seemed to deflate a bit, like a huge weight had just been lifted off of his back. But even so, he grinned back over his shoulder, still as dopey and just as eager as he always was. “I’m glad I was a good enough sub for you, sir…!”

“Yep, you were!” Humphrey smirked so casually. “Made me blow my cap super hard there, buddy. You’ve still got some stuff to work on, but it was a pretty good start.”

“Y-yeah?” Mooch perked up again, his back as straight as a tree trunk and his ears perked up in a second. “Like what?! You gotta tell me, Humph! I- I mean, sir…!”

“Well, for a start, your dirty talk could use some work.” Humphrey grinned toothily, counting on his toes one after another. “Secondly, you really need to watch how hard you go.” He rattled off items from the list for some time, moving so fast that Mooch reeled to keep up.

“...And you still gotta work on that blush. Any questions, pup?”

He had expected Mooch to deflate further, but he stood tall and took the critique on the chin like a champ, only glancing away to make a mental note every once in a while. And when the whole thing was done, he straightened up and nodded heavily.

“Okay.” He said, as firm and solid as he had ever been. “I’ll work on it, so I can be the best sub in this whole valley!”

“That’s what I like to hear, buddy.” Humphrey grinned, for real this time, and Mooch met him in the middle. Soon, the bigger wolf’s weight was lifting off of him, and he was letting out a breath he never knew he was holding in. “You ever wanna touch up on something, just let me know. My door’s always open.”

A minute passed between them, and the sun wheeling overhead like a clock ticking by. Humphrey caught his breath, Mooch did the same, and the two wolves basked in their afterglow until it ultimately started to fade. Humphrey’s hips throbbed, but the slight ache subsided with time, leaving behind only a slight thrum deep in his veins.

He wasn’t tired, though. Not one bit. And when Mooch spoke up, planting himself into a sit in front of him, his heart skipped a beat out of excitement alone.

“You know…” The bigger wolf began, clearly choosing his words carefully. The way he spoke made that obvious; slow and precise, just like the swishing of his tail against the forest floor. “There is something I wanna try.”

Humphrey pulled himself up to all fours, his friend’s voice alone already making his spent sex drive begin to rev again. It kicked in in a second’s time, and before he knew it, all four cylinders were firing back up like they had never slowed in the first place.

“Oh yeah? You up for round two already?” He leered, already starting to pace around his target, one asset-bouncing step at a time. “Well, lucky you, I’m feeling the same way! So shoot, let’s hear it!”

It was almost like Mooch was nervous to say what was on his mind, which was weird, given that he was the one that brought it up. The big wolf seized up, his muzzle redder than it had been all day as he sputtered for words.

“I…” He stammered, but it clearly wasn’t for effect. “It’s just, I always wanted to try this, but I didn’t know how to say it. D-don’t just say no, I really want you to give this some thought, okay?”

This must have been serious, whatever it was. Nevertheless, however, Humphrey couldn’t stop himself from feeling intrigued. So he stopped his stride, planting himself rump-first in front of the stammering wolf’s face. As soon as his shadow draped over him, his jaw went slack and his eyes cast themselves upward, enraptured and enthralled all over again by such a simple but perfect tease. Humphrey didn’t even have to do anything; Mooch was putty in his paws as soon as he played the ass card, and they both knew it. He just had to stand there and watch him melt; much easier than with someone like…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now.

“C’mon, pup.” He leered over his shoulder, giving his rump an encouraging sway, and watching as Mooch’s eyes followed his eyes movement to the letter. He might have been a changed wolf in a couple of ways, but the worship in his eyes would always be the same, no matter what part of Humphrey he was looking at.

 “C’mon, pup. Spit it out! Rule number two, remember?”

Mooch took a break, and swallowed down a deep gulp.

“You’re right.” He said, as firm as he could. “Sorry, I’m just… a little nervous. I’ve never asked for something like this before, and-”

“Mooch.” Humphrey put up a paw; his tone was firm, but the smile he cast over his shoulder was a genuine one. “We’re friends, you can ask me anything! Ask away, I promise I’m not gonna laugh.”

Mooch nodded again, taking another deep breath. The next few sounds out of his mouth were more wordless sputters, and his face grew redder with each passing second until his tail thumped against the forest floor. But finally, after a few more almost comical moments, the flustered Omega finally spoke.

And Humphrey’s eyes went wide at what he said. 

“I wanna…” 

Mooch gulped one final time before blurting it out in one, shouting go. 

“I wanna eat your ass!!”

At first, Humphrey was taken aback.

“Wait, you wanna… what?”

But as soon as the shock was over, things made sense again.

“Y-you told me to say what I wanted.” Mooch said, standing up straight as a tree trunk. “And I’m telling you what I want! I know you don’t bottom, but I was thinking, maybe I could, y’know, get you to experiment a little bit. I mean, you like showing the thing off so much, so I figured you’d be willing to try something new today too!”

Humphrey found himself taken aback again. Was that really his logic? Just because Mooch was experimenting didn’t mean that he was obligated to experiment with him! That’s how this worked.

He should have said no. He should have said it right away. There was a part of him that was screaming for him to say it, to decline immediately and decisively.

But instead, he just stood there, prized rump on display. In fact, it wasn’t just on display, it was presented. Presented for the ogling and the worship of the wolf behind him, looming over him in all its size and intoxicating presence the same way Mooch had done just a few minutes ago. 

He should have said no, but now it was him who was stuttering. He drew in a breath, and his voice caught in his throat. He couldn’t help but feel that sensation from earlier, the lightning between them as their holes touched, the only contact it had ever had in any sexual form in all his life. Whether it had been Mooch or Kate or some other lucky wolf, that had been the only situation where he would ever go that far, and they had all ben accidents.

So why did he find himself considering this? Why did he find himself unable to say no?!

Mooch was right behind him, but suddenly, it was a few days ago. He flashed back to that first meeting of the Club, and the image was right in front of him.

He had worked his ass silly that day. He had clapped the collar around their scruffs and dragged them close. He had enthralled them all, and all it had taken was a little show. He had loved it, the idea of breaking all of them with just his rump alone. He lived off of it for as long as his rump remained in the air, and in their faces.

Garth had been a challenge, but in the end, he had proven he could do it. All it took was some skill, and a willingness to break a boundary. It had been his first time letting a cock back there, and from the moment he sat down onto his massive size, something in him had woken up, and it wasn’t going back to sleep. He had hoped it would, but days had passed, and it was only getting stronger.

And here Mooch was, offering himself for the breaking. All it would take was taking one more step. All it would take was breaking the rule. One lift of his tail, one flash of his most private spot, and a couple of steamy words, and Mooch would be all over him for longer than he was able to comprehend, clapped and collared just like he had imagined it. He felt it in his belly like lightning, zapping him with fingers of electricity from nose to tail.

And besides… he had liked the way their holes had felt together.

How different would a tongue feel? The question seemed rhetorical at first, but the longer he stood there, the more literal it became. 

A part of him still resisted: pride, stubbornness, tradition, whatever he wanted to call it. A part of him screamed at him to say no. Getting your ass eaten was for bottoms, not tops like him. He had ridden Garth’s cock because it had been a way to break down his defenses. He had teased the other Omegas because he liked the chase, the thrill of pushing the boundary. He had made that bet with Shakey because for that same reason. Humphrey was no bottom. 

That voice screamed at him. But no matter how loud it shouted or how it itched in the back of his mind, he couldn’t fully meld with it.

After all, it had felt good when their holes touched. 

No, he was considering this. He was considering letting Mooch eat his ass out. He was seriously mulling it over!

“You guys…” He shook his head, chuckling with a calm, genuine smile. “What are you guys doing to me?”

But the last piece wasn’t in place yet. As much as he (admittedly, maybe even shamefully) wanted to say yes, he had his friend to consider. Yes, it was something he was willing to think about against his better judgment, but yet…

There was something missing about the whole situation. And he knew exactly what it was.

“Mooch…” He sighed, finally allowing himself to speak. He did it slowly, choosing his words carefully with every passing syllable. “You know that’s not my style. I don’t lift my tail for people just because they ask nicely. Remember that time a couple years ago when Salty asked to fuck me?”

“Yeah.” Mooch seemed to deflate a bit, but not by much. He hated seeing his friend disappointed, but he had to set things up first. “You turned him down.”

“And then I fucked him instead.” Humphrey added. “But that’s not the point. The point is,” He took a deep breath, feeling those two conflicting feelings mix inside him, the way hot and cold air clashed to create a thunderstorm. “I show off because I wanna see people’s reactions, buddy. Not because I want someone to try something. You know that!”

“Y-yeah, but I thought…” Mooch sputtered again, but swallowed hard. “I thought maybe you’d reconsider if I said it. If I just came out and said it! So, uh… is this a no?”

There was the big question, and not even Humphrey could have answered it. Truth be told, he needed more time. Mooch had made up his mind, but he hadn’t; not yet anyway. To think he was actually considering it…

“Buddy,” Humphrey began again, as measured as last time. “You’ve come a long way, you know that? You’re gonna be a great sub someday if you keep this up! But I’m just… you know,” Now, it was Humphrey who was having trouble talking. But instead of stuttering through it, he stopped to get his bearings, and spoke again when he was ready.

“I’ve never said yes to anyone, not once. Not even for a second. But for you…”

A moment of silence passed between them again, and even though it was only a few seconds long, it felt like hours. 

“But for you, I’ll think about it, okay? It’s kinda a big ask for me, though. You understand?”

Mooch stood quiet for a second. He seemed disappointed, that much was obvious by the way he sat. But after his own moment of silence, he spoke up.

And when he did, he grinned.

“Rule number two, right?” The big wolf snorted. “I kinda knew you’d say something like that. But you mean it, right? That you’ll…  you’ll think about it?”

Humphrey took a deep breath, finally stealing that view away to sit opposite him. The storm now brewing in his belly wasn’t going away. Instead, the longer he held off on giving the definitive ‘no’ he deep down wanted to give, the more it churned and rumbled beneath his hide. 

“Actually, I’ve got a whole other plan, and I think you’re gonna like this one.”

Mooch’s disposition switched back on; it wasn’t as bright as before, but he sat up from his disappointed slouch, ears perked.

“O-oh yeah? What's that?”

Humphrey threw a claw over his shoulder, shooting his thumb toward the checkmark tree, where the scratches still lay deep in the bark.

“I need to give you one more test before I let you have your reward, pup.”

“What do I need to do?” Mooch was impatient now, his voice growing louder and his fur starting to shine again as that trademark eagerness overtook him. “You gotta tell me, I wanna know! S-sir!”

“I know a certain wolf with a bit of a dominance problem. Thinks he’s super tough, but really isn’t.” Humphrey’s smirk had finally returned, and the clearing was looking a whole lot brighter now. “Big, red, and sexy. You know the one.”

“Garth…?” Mooch gulped, clearly feeling the same kind of recall Humphrey had felt. He was practically sweating already, and his tail thudded against the ground with excited thumps. “You want me to-”

“Exactly.” Humphrey’s smirk turned toothy, flashing his fangs as a beam of sunlight passed overhead between the boughs. “You and me are gonna rough him up, break him in a little. And I’m not gonna be doing all the work this time. Break that big wolf fifty-fifty with me, and I might, you know…” He stammered again, that storm in his belly kicking up at just the thought. He glanced off to the side with a nervous bite to the lip, before redirecting his attention. “…Consider giving you a little taste. And that’s a maybe. Deal?”

Both wolves shot up at the exact same moment, and for once, Mooch kept up with him. In a second, both rumps slammed together again, gray on sandy-blond in a flash. Humphrey’s tail flagged high, Mooch’s followed, and the two tied them together in perfect, harmonious sync. Humphrey smirked, Mooch grinned with a deep, bloody blush, and the two wolves shook on it.

“You got yourself a deal, Sir…!”

“You’re damn right, pup.” Humphrey leered, arching his back if only to overpower the wolf behind him with the sheer, unbridled size of the rump he packed. “You just keep your word and keep practicing, and you’ll go places.”

“Including under a lot of tails!”

“Yeah,” Humphrey lidded his eyes, pressing back until their angles locked, and their tailholes came awfully close to meeting yet again. “That too.”

The pull of their bodies was like a magnet, a circuit desperate to close itself by any means necessary. Arcs and sparks connected the underside of their tails when they came so close to touching, and Humphrey held his breath for longer than he intended, finding himself unconsciously aiming his next slam backward for optimal chances of impact. He didn’t really want to do it, but his sex drive seemed to have a will of its own, and it aimed true.

“So,” Humphrey began, nonchalant despite their compromising position. But it didn’t even faze him; they were used to things like this by now, all five of them. “You free after dinner? I’m sure the big guy won’t be too tired for some fun.”

“Don’t worry about me, Sir.” Mooch chuckled, pressing back right on cue. “I’ll always make time for you, Sir.”

“I knew you’d say that.” Humphrey smirked coolly, even as the electricity of their holes almost touching zapped throughout his body. “You’ve got five hours max to get some rest, pup. Then things get fun.”

“Oh yeah, I know they will.” Mooch grinned again, and just like that, his tail came crashing down on both their rumps, wobbling them together with a whip-crack that could have been heard all the way from the valley and back. And that wasn’t even to mention the ensuing claps and smacks that filled the clearing, as their rumps quaked and wobbled against each other so immaculately. 

Mooch blushed again, but his eyes sparkled as if he was wearing a smirk. Humphrey couldn’t have asked for a better image, but he didn’t have time to think about that.

He shoved back, and this time, the moan came out as a steamy huff when their holes collided again. His aim had been perfect, right on the money, and this time, it was him who whipped their rumps together. 

He wouldn’t be forgetting Mooch’s squealing moan anytime soon either. Whether it was brought on from the kissing of their backdoors, the smack of his tail, or just the simple pleasure of their their rumps work against one another, he might never know. But one thing was certain: the big guy was much more fun now.

“Just don’t be late, pup. We don’t wanna keep this ass waiting, do we?”