Dawn broke briskly over Jasper the next day. The sun rose swiftly, bathing the walls of Humphrey and Kate’s den in its soft, golden tones and shimmering off his fur. Sunrise burned on, the goldish-orange of the horizon making way to blue as the hours ticked by. The birds rustled themselves awake in the treetops just outside, chirping and making all their usual noises. The hunters made their way out into the woods for a long days’ work, the occasional chorus of howls breaking the quiet of the early morning before slipping back down into stealth. Morning went on as usual. Slowly but surely, the world woke up.

All except for Humphrey. He slept through all of it like a rock. 

He only winced when the light hit his face, waking only about a quarter of the way before rolling over onto his other side. He needed his rest: after what happened yesterday with the other Omegas, he was absolutely wiped out. Not a single drop of energy (or certain other things for that matter) was left in his body, and a good nights’ sleep was in order. But it wasn’t news to him. Ever since they started doing this, he’d gotten into the habit of sleeping late. That is, until his stomach woke him up.

Today wasn’t any different. Humphrey got up sleepily from the den floor, shaking the tiredness from his fur and giving his head a vigorous shake. Yawning loudly, a thought crossed his mind, which he couldn’t help but voice out-loud.

“This is getting old. I really have to start waking up earlier.”

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As he went down to lunch that day, one thing was very clear: his hindquarters were very, very sore. He knew for a fact he wasn’t the only one with the problem, and lunch with the others only confirmed it.

“That’s what you get for going so hard!” Salty grinned, lightly ribbing him in the side as he readied another bite of caribou. 

“Hey,” Humphrey grinned, straightening up a bit to look his friend in the face. “I couldn't help myself! I had three rumps to fuck at once, and only only one dick to fuck them with! I couldn’t go any softer if I wanted to!” He allowed a smirk to slip across his muzzle before suddenly returning to his haunch of meat. “And I really didn’t want to.”

Salty returned the cocky grin, throwing it right back into Humphrey’s face before he, too, went back to his lunch. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing. Only if you go that hard, you better expect your hips to complain!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Salty." Humphrey turned his attention to the other side of the caribou haunch. Mooch stopped mid-chew, meeting Humphrey’s gaze with an obedient stare. “Anyway, how’s your rump, Mooch? I hope we didn’t go too hard.”

Mooch gulped down his mouthful, craning his neck around to take a look at his backside. “Well, it’s, uh, pretty sore. But I can take it!” A grin split his face. “When can we do that again anyway?”

“Oh, really?” Humphrey leered, him and Salty sharing a smirking glance for a fraction of a second. “You took it that well, huh? Maybe it’ll be sooner rather than later, if you catch my drift.”

Mooch nodded excitedly before going back for another bite, and Humphrey turned his attention to Shakey.

“So, how are you holding up?”

The ghost of a proud grin flashed across the brown-furred wolf’s face, and their eyes met with that familiar glint.

“Never been better!” Shakey said with the requisite amount of sexy snark in his voice, his back-end giving a telltale wiggle against the ground. “Won’t be walking straight for days, and couldn’t be more proud of it. You really know how to knot a wolf, Humph; and after all these years of being out of practice too!”

Humphrey retorted with a playful roll of his eyes, and a little scoff.

“I told you, I’m not ‘out of practice’! I’ve got Kate, remember? She’s more than enough practice for me.”

But Shakey only returned the eye-roll, his smirk now on full display.

“Sure, you've got her. But a female's no match for fucking a male, is it? Totally different ball game, and you know it!”

"SUre, you keep telling yourself that." Humphrey snarked before going back to his lunch.

They all returned to their stomachs, occasionally taking a break from their caribou to make a comment or share a story. Humphrey joked and chatted along with the others until nothing remained of the haunch in front of them but a red-stained bone and a mess of sinew. He leaned back just a bit and shut his eyes, his hunger sated and his belly full.

He didn’t notice the wolf-shaped shadow engulfing him until it was too late. The moment he opened his eyes, he jumped right back up into a sit with a yelp, turning on the spot to face the newcomer behind him in less than the time it took to blink.

A grin worked its way across his muzzle; he knew that rusty-orange coat from anywhere.

“Whoa! Hey, Garth, you almost got me there!”

Humphrey couldn’t help but look him over for a moment. It shocked him how the wolf he couldn’t stand less than a year ago was now his brother-in-law, even so long into his and Lily’s marriage. They might not have spent much time together since, but every second he spent with the big Alpha was always, somehow, pleasant. Maybe it was his showy but genuine personality. Maybe it was the fact that they shared a surprising amount of things in common. Maybe it was because they were married to the two most amazing, fantastic wolves in all of Canada.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was irresistibly hot. Humphrey chuckled to himself internally, already fighting back the urge to smirk as his simple look turned to a bit of an ogle. 

Yeah, that was definitely it. He had always had a thing for the bigger guys, and Garth certainly fit the bill.

Garth was a true Alpha’s Alpha, tall and strong from the end of his muzzle to the tip of his tail, with a gorgeous coat that shimmered crimson in the light. His eyes were as green as an evergreen pine, and they glinted as he peered down at him from his impressive height, casting him in a shadow that always seemed darker than it should have been. His form was perfectly-sculpted, like the wolf was hewn from rock, and Humphrey couldn’t get enough of it: those broad shoulders; those strong legs; that impressive, muscled rump. 

It certainly didn’t hold a candle to his own, but then again, no one’s did. The amount of pride he took in it was well-known at this point, he was sure.

And what lay between his legs… he had only seen it once or twice in fleeting glimpses, but the sheer size and plumpness of those canine assets, even while still locked away in the fuzzy sheath, was almost too much not to stare at. Humphrey had his assets and Garth had his, he supposed.

And as he looked him over like the beast of a wolf he was, he couldn’t help but notice that all-too-familiar throb between his own hind legs. The hardest part was not looking for too long; he didn’t want to keep the big guy waiting. 

“Hey, Humphrey. Uh…” Garth’s gaze flitted from wolf to wolf, all the other Omegas staring at him as he glanced back. “I hate to interrupt you and your friends or anything, but can I talk to you?” He nudged his muzzle at the others, and Mooch gulped down his last half-chewed bite of meat. “Alone?”

Humphrey took a look over his shoulder, and with a thumbs-up from his friends behind him, gave Garth a little nod, still wearing his usual lazily-friendly grin.

“Sure thing, bro-in-law.” He replied quickly, making his way up to all fours with an arch and a crack of his back. He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know the others were staring; he could feel their eyes on his back-end like claws in his hide. “What’s up?”

“Not here.” Was all Garth said, nudging toward his own fiery-orange hindquarters and turning around just a tad, no more than a step or two. “Somewhere private, okay? I’ll explain on the way.”

“Okay.” Humphrey’s reply was all Garth needed to start leading the way, giving him the perfect view of that strong, athletic form from several different angles, all of them immaculate. “Lead the way!”

Despite the ogling, it had been a while since him and Garth had spoken. They hadn’t exactly met on the best of terms after all, and a bad first impression wasn’t easy to forget. And as they left the valley behind,  Humphrey following just slightly behind to better get his eye-full, a thought stuck in his mind. He hoped that whatever this was wasn’t too serious, or all of his flirtatious staring would have felt inappropriate.

It didn’t take long for him to get his answer. As soon as they were out of earshot, Garth started talking.

“So,” he began, peering back at Humphrey as they climbed up a path in the sloping valley wall. “You know how Mooch went blabbing the other day, and now every wolf in Jasper knows what you’ve been up to? Well, us Eastern Alphas heard it too.”

“Yeah,” Humphrey practically groaned with a amiable grin, following so close behind that he could practically feel Garth’s body heat radiating off of him. The big Alpha didn’t seem to mind. “He’s not really the best at keeping secrets. I guess it’s my fault, though; I never actually told him not to tell!”

“Anyway,” Garth continued, just barely acknowledging his reply with a nod. They were nearing the crest of his hill now, and the valley was far beneath them as they came closer to the top. “At first, I didn’t really think about it much. It's just Omegas doing Omega stuff, right? But the other night, Lily and I were… you know, getting comfy, and she started talking about all this stuff Kate told her about, and…” He trailed off for a second before snapping back into focus. “I thought it didn’t sound all that bad. It actually sounded kinda fun.”

Humphrey didn’t say anything, only giving the occasional nod as they finally overlooked the valley. They came to the peak of the wall right as the wolf in front of him was finishing his last thought, and before Humphrey could even think to do so himself, Garth was sitting himself down with a heavy thud against the grass, turned to face him fully now.

“The point is, I want in. I think you guys call your little group the Omega Club? I wanna join.”

Humphrey would have been taken aback, but as he joined Garth to sit opposite him, only one thought crossed his mind: it was a perfect idea. He liked it a lot, almost more than he cared to admit. The idea of Garth wanting in was something he hadn’t even thought about, but a part of him couldn’t deny just how exciting the idea sounded. Shakey would be thrilled at the very least; if anyone loved Alphas more than he did, it was that scrawny little power bottom. 

His response was almost immediate.

“Really? I always thought of you as a pretty straight-laced guy! We get up to some pretty intense things, you sure you can handle it?”

Garth nodde, sitting firmly in place. “I at least want to check it out. If you could get me into one of your meet-ups, that would be nice. It’s not a problem, is it?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Humphrey prodded, his overriding horniness snagging on a bit of responsibility. “What about Lily? Does she know about this?”

Garth nodded again. “Her and I had a talk about this, and we came to an agreement: as long as I stay loyal to her, she’ll be fine. You and Kate are doing the same thing, right?”

“That’s right. I think Salty calls in an ‘open relationship’.” Humphrey chuckled, his belly giving a little flutter merely at the mention of her name. “No females, no kissing on the lips. That’s it, no other rules for me!”

“Seems fair.” Garth shrugged, a grin splitting his muzzle for the first time all day. “We have the same arrangement going on, so there shouldn’t be any problems there.”

“Good to know.” Humphrey matched Garth’s grin with his usual smirk. “But there is one thing we have to do first before we can get you fully into it.”

Garth, for all of his genuine charms, wasn’t a stupid wolf. And the smirk that was now spreading across his muzzle was evidence of that. The shift in the air between them was palpable; it was heavier now, and the distinct scent of Alpha-musk invaded Humphrey’s senses in an instant. He had caught a glimpse of it earlier, but he thought he had imagined it. Now it was very real, and almost overwhelming. He had almost forgotten just how powerful that scent was, how it drove him mad. 

“Oh yeah?” Garth smirked, those forest-green eyes half-lidding in the light. “What’s that, coyote? I know that look, Kate told Lily all about it.”

“I think you know.” Humphrey’s grin dripped with lustful intent like honey as he made his way up to all fours, taking a few steps forward until Garth fell under his shadow. It wasn’t as easy with a wolf that big, but he managed it. “You want in? I’ll have to give you a little test drive first. You understand, right?” 

He wasn’t looking for an answer, only a reaction. And Garth’s fang-flashing, cocky grin was all the reaction he needed.

“Oh, I get it! You wanna see if I have what it takes to roll around with a male? I’ve been with plenty in my time, especially the big ones back home. Now those are males. You’re lucky I always thought you were kinda cute; for a coyote, anyway.”

Humphrey matched his smirk fang-for-fang, glint-for-glint, and even though Garth was now standing and he was looking up at him, he didn’t flinch. 

“You’ll have to introduce me sometime, big guy.” Humphrey’s smirking fangs and iron-gray coat shimmered in the sunlight as he made a circle around the specimen in front of him, checking out every last inch of his body with roving, groping eyes. “But until then, I think we have a job to do. And I know just the place.”

“The Usual Spot?” Garth didn’t so much as ask it as say it, his tone almost mocking with how much confidence dripped from it. “Isn’t that like your meeting place? You think I belong there just yet?”

Humphrey didn’t notice the incoming smack to his rump until it was too late. Just as Garth had finished his last word, his paw came slamming down with force he had rarely felt before. It would have taken two, maybe three, Omega-paws to equal the power of Garth’s muscled legs, and the comical quake that was now spreading through his rumpcheeks was testament to it; all the proof he needed that Garth was in a whole other league. He loved it, and the two shared the steamiest smirk yet as Humphrey completed his turn, shoving that jiggling beast of a back-end only a few precious inches from his nose.

“Sure! You’ll pass with flying colors, moose.” He dared to give his rump a heavy, teasing bounce against his muzzle, and feeling a blast of hot breath against his hide in return. It was hotter than any breath he had even felt, and more like a caribou’s snort than a wolf’s exhale. “Follow me. It’s close by, just a short walk away. You’ll love it there, trust me.”

“I’ll follow close, coyote.” Garth leered, his gaze like a groping paw on Humphrey’s back-end with every single last jiggle. “No rush, take your time. I don’t mind.”

Humphrey took the reins and started walking, his infamously-huge rump bouncing and jiggling up a storm within inches Garth’s muzzle with every last step. “Sure thing. Stare away, big guy. Get a nice, long look at this big ass while you can.” He looked back over his muzzle, just in time for another smack to give hammering down on the other cheek, and Garth’s toothy, confident grin to meet him dead in the eye. 

“Oh, I intend to.” Garth met his smirk with one just as fiery. “I’ve heard some pretty good stories about it, so I’m looking forward to getting a good view! Think you can prove them right?”

Humphrey huffed cockily, taking extra care to bounce his rump with every foot-fall as they linked up with the familiar path into the woods.

“I know it, big guy. Get an eye-full!” His eyes glinted as they gazes met, the smaller wolf giving his ass an especially-hard clap, merely an inch from Garth’s slavering muzzle. “Get all pent up for me. I know I’m excited already!”

Garth huffed a particularly-hard breath, a blast of heat hitting Humphrey’s rump as he put one paw in front of the other, hips swaying and cheeks bouncing like they had rarely teased before.

“Y’know,” the big wolf began, his tone now drooling with a lustful timbre. “I’m a lot like you; we’re both nice on the outside, but when we get going we just don’t stop, do we? All this sexy-talk we’re doing… I never pegged you for being this raunchy!”

“Then you haven’t been around me long enough!” Humphrey chuckled, and this time, it was a bit less carnal and a bit more genuine. “You hang out with me and the others long enough, and you’ll see enough sex to make Alphas bigger than you blush! I’ll show you a good time, don’t worry.”

“With an ass like that…'' Garth breathed, biting his lower lip clearly in an effort to hold himself back a bit. The tension inside of his body was palpable, tangible. “I don’t doubt it. I bet you really know how to take a dick!”

Humphrey could have laughed out loud, cried with laughter so hard that the entirety of Jasper could have heard. He just barely managed to funnel it into a convincing sexy snicker in time to save face. He hadn’t even thought of the possibility that Garth didn’t know about his limit, about the third rule. And as they neared the Usual Spot, and the scents of his friends’ combined musk and fluids graced his nose just a little bit, he recalled the tease he had given the day before. How it made him feel to act like such a bottom, like such a shameless wolf with nothing to hide, only to steal it all away once everyone was on the edge of their seats with anticipation. It was a feeling he had never quite shaken. Just thinking about that little moment between all of them, how it felt to be the biggest tease in the pack, to see their hypnotized faces and hear their barely-restrained breath as he dangled something they would never have in front of them, made his belly flutter and his loins stir. He loved it. He would have used that natural skill again in a heartbeat.

He knew just how to use it, too. The opportunity was right in front of his muzzle. Or rather, behind him.

He only responded to Garth's comment with a sideways bump of his rump, putting on his best cocky smirk and casting it over his shoulder. He took a certain (and immense) amount of pride in the way his ass jiggled and bounced so wonderfully, and Garth’s eyes followed its every move. His breath picked up when he did anything with it at all, and he knew he had him hooked. The smell of the Alpha’s musk was starting to pick up again, and as they passed underneath the overgrown arch and entered the Usual Spot, he felt his heart pound in his chest at the thoughts now swimming through his head. So many ways to tease, to drive him crazy with just his rump alone. And he desperately wanted to try all of them. He could get used to doing that.

Humphrey picked up the pace as he crossed the clearing, stealing all that ass away from Garth’s desperately-prying eyes in one smooth motion. A few broad strides, swishes of his tail, and sways of his hips later, he was sitting himself down beneath the check-mark tree. Garth, for all his dominant Alpha’s bravado, looked almost out-of-breath, and Humphrey smirked when he saw him so flustered.

“Here we are!” He grinned. Garth approached slowly, taking in his surroundings like the ground soaked up rain, one sunbeam and overhead tangle of branches at a time. “Where all the action happens! You like it?”

Garth didn’t sit down just yet, he was clearly taking in the scent of musk that had sunk into the ground beneath him. Humphrey smelled it too, and all it did was make him hornier; it hadn’t dulled, even a bit, since they all were here the day before. And the way Garth’s rusty coat gleamed in the light, and the dangling package between his legs bobbed and swung idly with every ravenous huff, only made him harder to resist.

“Yeah, nice and rustic.” Garth said, drinking down that scent even with all of his snark. “It definitely smells good, that’s for sure.”

Humphrey chuckled deep in his chest. “You bet it does. Probably one of the best-smelling places in Jasper. And you know what?” His eyes glinted, and that special spot between his legs gave a throb as he stood up again, slipping along Garth’s side until their muzzles lined up with each other’s hind-ends. “It smells a whole lot better now that you’re here, stud. Let’s cut the chatter and get that test drive started, eh?”

A low huff from Garth was all Humphrey needed, but the slam of a paw down on his rump was welcome as well, even if it did sting.

“I like that.” The bigger wolf leered, fangs gleaming in the light. “Straight to business; that’s almost Alpha of you, for an Omega.”

“What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for Alphas; you bang enough of them, and you pick up a few things.” 

Humphrey half-lidded his eyes and gave his rump an upward bump. It rose into the air along with his hips, hanging at its height for half a second, before falling back down with bouncing, audible smack. His tail followed as well, flagging upward just enough to tease, but not quite enough to reveal that elusive spot under its base; even a tease had limits.

“So,” he continued, “I showed you what I’m packing. How about you show me?”

Garth growled deep in his chest, the leering grin on his muzzle sparkling in the light as he fell suddenly onto his back with a heavy thud. Humphrey watched on with bated breath, his excitement catching in his throat; Garth lay there in the sexiest pose he had ever seen a wolf pull off, paws behind his head, forest-green eyes lidded just like his, brimming with sexual confidence even he would have a hard time matching, and assets on full display.

And when he laid eyes on them, it took everything he had to hold in an audible gasp.

He salivated. Garth was as hard as stone already, at attention in no time at all, in the time it took to blink. He had no idea how he got so hard so fast, but he didn't have time to think about something so irrelevant: the Alpha’s cock was absolutely massive, and that was what mattered. From tip to knot, the girth alone could have made Mooch squirm, and the length looked huge enough to make the biggest Alphas he knew blush as red as a sunset. It throbbed in all its ass-destroying glory, twitching from knot to head, and he couldn’t help but drool when he took it all in. 

“Like it, coyote?” Garth snickered, digging a fang into his lower lip as he grinned. He sounded almost mocking as he threw Humphrey’s words back at him, and his beast of a knotted dick pulsed away. “C’mon, get a closer look. Trust me, Lily loves it!”

“Holy…” Was all Humphrey could say, trailing off and at a loss for words. He approached by a few steps, trying his best to pull himself together in the presence of all that wolf-cock. It dragged him toward it, it pulled him in, and then he knew: this is what Garth had felt earlier, he recognized the feeling by the way his breath was picking up. This is what it felt like to be totally engrossed, completely hypnotized, drawn in and not let go. And the closer he got, the bigger it seemed to be.

He had heard rumors of wolves who could grow their dicks, but those were just stories, something sexy to talk about to get a wolf in the mood. Garth couldn't have been one, right? The stories did seem to be just stories after all as he observed further, but the point about his size remained. He certainly wasn't getting any smaller.

The sheer size alone was enough to put him to shame. It had to be several inches bigger than his own, with a girth that more than dwarfed it. His balls were like a pair of wrecking balls, exuding musk and heat he had never felt from a wolf before in his life, round and just as massive as the rest of him. He knew wolves could get big, but this big… it made his head spin. 

He would have needed to do a proper measurement to see how big it was exactly, but his estimate landed him somewhere around… 

He huffed, barely able to accept the number he came up with. Not wanting to make assumptions, he kept his mouth shut until the bigger wolf confirmed it. It wouldn’t take long, he was sure. He might not have been a bottom, but he knew some wolves who were: three to be exact, and he would have a lot to tell them.

Or maybe, he would just show them. 

“What’s the matter? Lost for words?” Garth teased, thrusting his hips upward and making that rump-destroying length slap against his underbelly. “I would be too, if I was about to ride a whole foot of dick.” His eyes glinted, and Humphrey felt his heart in his chest. He brought this body low and approached that intimidating meat with a subconscious gulp; he had been right after all, down to the last inch. And all it did was make him harder, until he was painfully aware of his own shaft twitching at full-mast between his hind legs. “Did I forget to mention? I’ve been with a lot of Alphas, but I was always the biggest. Always on top, too. Guess I forgot to tell you that, sorry.” But he didn’t sound sorry at all, just cocky and mocking.

Humphrey growled in his throat, putting on his best smirk and piecing himself back together from his momentary shock. He loved the dominant types. They were always the most fun to break.

“I hate to burst your bubble,” He smirked, throwing that cocky grin over his shoulder as he turned around, squaring his stance to bare the full extent of that huge, bouncy rump. “But I don’t roll over easy. Don’t worry, I like dominant types like you. So much fun.” He didn’t even have to be told to turn around. In fact, it was better when he did it himself. Following orders wasn’t his style, and he would make sure Garth understood that. Even as he bucked and teased that ass of his right in front of his knotted shaft, inching it between his spread legs one bounce at a time.

“If that’s the way you wanna play it,” Garth snickered back at him, taking that cock in his paw and giving it a pump from knot to tip, then back again. A bead of sticky pre was already forming on the tapered head, like dew on a leaf, and the sun overhead made it shimmer like one too. “I’ll just have to look forward to you screaming my name! Let’s cut the foreplay and get this started now, yeah?”

Humphrey couldn’t have agreed more. He couldn’t wait to start the tease in earnest. From that moment onward, he wanted nothing more than to see that dominant facade break. He wanted to see it snap it two like a branch in a storm, or even dissolve gradually under the weight of his next few moves, whichever came first. He wanted to see Garth’s face as his resolve melted away, his desire consume and got the better of him, to see him go crazy with his own lust. To see that dominant, confident Alpha get turned into a little bitch with just his ass alone: so close to getting a real piece of his sizable, skillful rump. So close, within a whisker’s breadth, but not close enough.

It was time to put his newfound skills to the test.

He smirked wider than he had all day, measuring his movement with total precision as he backed his ass up one bounce at a time. Garth’s body heat and phallic presence grew steadily closer until he felt his shaft make contact with his cleft, sitting so comfortably in the gap between the cheeks that it felt like it was ready to slide between them in an instant. Their eyes met for a moment, but he didn’t look long, preferring to take a long look at the biggest cock he had ever seen as his fat ass raised itself up, then lowered its weight and size down on top of the tip. He positioned his backside with more precision than he had ever used before, and his own cock gave a throb between his legs, hardening more by the second.

And then, he felt it. He savored the moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in as he, for the first time in his life, let a rock-hard cock slip between his rumpcheeks. He could hardly believe it: a few days ago, he never would have dreamed of letting a cock anywhere near his ass, not even so much as a paw! But here he was, smirking up a storm like some sort of Shakey knock-off as he slid down Garth’s massive dick inch by inch. The sheer girth of that beast only seemed spread his cheeks all-the-wider the further he moved down, until not even the most skilled of paws could have compared with the way his cleft was parted so forcefully, so perfectly, down the middle. The space between his canine cakes felt full, and the feeling of something holding them apart was unlike anything he had experienced. But he didn’t hate it. He loved it, and his smirk only blossomed further the more he slid down, that precum-oozing tip coming closer and closer to that special spot at the base of his tail.

He had no intention of going that far, tease or no. He wanted to see Garth squirm and break, but he didn’t want it that much. So he kept his tail down near the base, flagging the rest up to trace the big Alpha's underbelly and muzzle as best he could. And if Humphrey was good at anything, it was that.

He didn’t say anything. Words would have just ruined the moment. Instead, he just gave his cockiest chuckle, holding in a bit of a gasp when he felt Garth’s ass-splitting knot dent the underside of his cheeks inward from below. He had never felt anything like it, but he settled down on the Alpha’s lap all the same, trying not to pay too much attention to the way the tip slipped so effortlessly beneath his tail. The heat and presence of that one specific place he always kept hidden no doubt was just as hot and intense as Garth’s, but he held off on making contact just yet. He wasn’t ready for it yet. Not him, or Garth. Garth would have to work for it, and he would have to do some mental prep before he even thought about it.

The way Garth’s cock buried itself between his cakes was so foreign to him. It didn’t feel right, but somehow, it did. He couldn’t have explained it with words, the dissonance was hard to deal with. So close to breaking his rule, and he could feel it in his belly, but it still felt so good to do. He always did like taking risks, he supposed.

Within a second, he realized he didn’t have any time to think. That length hotdogging his rump was already starting to throb and pulse again, if it had ever stopped, and he dug a fang into his lip when a few shots of hot pre streak across his cheeks. Each shot in the pent-up volley painted lines of darkened, sticky fur across his ass’s hide. The viscous warmth was something he hadn’t expected, but something about it was so appealing. Garth’s scent was intensifying, and his sex drive was raging more than it had all day. He had to do something before Garth made any moves he wasn't comfortable with.

So, he sprung into action. He had watched Shakey and the others tease cocks countless times, and he summoned up all his most vivid memories to replicate it. The crushing weight of Garth’s knot disappeared as he rose his ass high, slipping inch after inch of wolf-dick back out from his cleft until only the tip remained. He didn’t wait long to keep it going: with a snicker from Garth, and a smirk back at him, he put his backside’s weight down, slamming that cock right back between his cheeks in an instant, all the way down to the knot. The tip hammered up against his folded tail again, and his ass gave a mighty wobble when their bodies collided, those gray-furred mounds clapping together with loud, bouncing smacks. The knot ground up from beneath again, demanding entry as well, but was denied. He doubted he could even fit it between his rumpcheeks if he wanted.

“You like that, you big lug?” Humphrey was teasing with his voice as well now, picking his words carefully around every corner. He had to play this just right, or it could go bad fast. “You like feeling my big, fat ass all over your cock? C’mon, you can tell me!”

Garth only nodded at first. His paws were too busy supporting his neck to give his ass another one of those powerful smacks, but the glint in his eyes and the smirk in his face said how much he really wanted to.

“Hell yes.” he leered, grinding his hips up to meet the next downward slam half-way. The ensuing quake through his cheeks was one of the biggest Humphrey had ever felt, and it almost shook him physically when they bodies connected. “You’re one eager coyote! Really skilled with a rump too. I see what Kate meant!”

“If you like me now,” Humphrey met his leering grin with one of his own, and he could practically see the sparks flying between them as he ground his rump against that knot and lap, like lightning. “Just wait till you see what I’ve got up my sleeve! You’ll like me even more then!”

“Bring it on.” Was all Garth said, and Humphrey decided to kick things up a notch. There was still a long way to go before the big stud totally collapsed, and he was determined to get there.

Having gotten used to the feeling of Garth’s length embedded between his cheeks (or, at least, as used to it as he was going to get), he kicked things off properly. What before was just the occasional downward slam was now becoming a heavy-hitting rhythm. Up and down he went, pounding that cock from knot to tip with as much gusto as he could muster, as often as he could. His smirk intensified. His eyes lidded lower and sparkled in the light. His back arched as he worked his way over that beastly shaft again and again. His rumpcheeks bounced in tandem with the rises and falls of his hips, their size creating a visually-intoxicating slight delay as his ass hotdogged Garth with every ounce of sexy confidence in him. He hadn't started to break just yet, but an especially-hard buck of his hips, and the slamming cake-clap that followed, made the Apha behind him huff his breath harder. A few more spurts of pre painted his ass after that, streaking the underside of his tail with their thick texture and heat. He felt one of those sticky ropes collide the fur along the length of his tail, and his perpetually-hidden tailhole gave an instinctual clench when it landed. It had been a close one, a bit too close for comfort for his liking. But not close enough. He smirked wider, feeding off of that near-miss to deepen the tease all the more, watching with delighted vindication as Garth huffed and gritted his fangs.

That wasn’t frustration in his face, but desperation. He kept going, riding that dick up and down with smacks and slaps of his ass all over every inch he could. The longer he carried on like this, the more frequent the spurts came, the heavier the throbs got, and the more the wolf behind him seemed to show his cracks.

“Just look at that rump, baby.” Humphrey leered, slamming down one especially-hard time only to gyrate and squish his cheeks against his knot and lap. He would never fully get used to it, but he shrugged that aside, instead focusing on bringing his tail down like a whip and making his rump quake. “So fuckin’ big, all over your cock. Make you just wanna shove it right in, huh? Claim this big, fat ass?” 

Every word he said was laced with as much honey-like smugness as he could muster up, and Garth was buying it. He ground himself down against the bigger wolf’s knot, feeling every last movement of his cheeks while they tried in vain to part around the mammoth-sized girth. He was sure they managed to spread just a little bit with some creative wiggling, but they didn’t budge nearly enough. Not that it mattered; he had the big guy hooked.

“You, uh…” Garth tried his hardest to smirk like before, but the minutes of constant teasing had clearly worn him down. Another jumping throb issued from between Humphrey’s cheeks, and his fur grew darker when another volley of pre launched from his oozing tip, this time against his own rusty coat. “You bet…! You know I do! So lift that tail for me, coyote, and let’s get this start-!”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish. Humphrey’s tail whipped down on his nose, and he held in a chuckle when Garth gave a high-pitched yelp. He opened his mouth to say something, but any words he might have spoken were drowned out, turning into a deep, needy moan as Humphrey resumed his riding bounces.

“Nuh-uh.” He snickered, focusing now on pounding that knot from above until it couldn’t take any more. “Not yet, stud. You’ll have to work for that! If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll think about it.”

Garth looked like he wanted to say something, but as Humphrey pounded away at his knot and rammed his tip so close to elusive hole, he seemed to lose all thought. His maw hung open, his eyes glazed over, and his cock fired off round after round until Humphrey’s tail, rump, and back were streaked dark gray and sticky. He was getting closer, and Humphrey couldn’t have been more proud of himself.

He had no idea it would be this fun. He knew the tease would be a fun time, but he hadn't expected this. The sensations, the danger, the feeling of power, it was almost too much to handle. But now it was time to kick it up a notch, and get to the main event. Making a mental note to do this more often, he closed in for the kill. 

He snickered, smirking back over his shoulder and starting to vary his technique. His up-and-down movements lost their previous rhythm, speeding up and delaying themselves until his hips felt sore. Not that it mattered; he could have done this all day. One came fast, then another and another, but the next one was slow, so slow that he could trade his speed for crushing power. Garth moaned louder as that one landed, and it only made his own cock throb, coating the ground beneath him in a streak of pre. The next few came with less speed and more strength, but as soon as he started to get used to it and Garth’s shaft started throbbing again, he sped it up. His riding slams were much faster now, hammering away at those rust-furred hips so fast that his cheeks never had time to settle down, and were in a state of one constant, wobbling frenzy. He never let up no matter what, hearing Garth’s pup-like whines build up behind with every bounce and slam, every bucking rise and clapping fall of his cheeks, and every last throb between them.

“You love it.” Humphrey smirked all-the-wider, fangs flashing and ass going wild. “You love it when I treat your cock like this, huh? I bet you’d do anything for a taste!”

Garth could only nod, his eyes shut tight and fangs clenched hard as he whined like a desperate little pup.

“If you play your cards right,” Humphrey leered, slowing his speech to a crawl, even as his ass hammered away like a blur at that massive knot and hole-splitting shaft. “Maybe I’ll give you a piece! If I feel like it, that is. But only if you do what I say. Alright?”

Garth nodded again, faster this time. A part of Humphrey wondered, as he put his ass down one last time with all his weight, whether Garth actually heard him or not. But it didn’t really matter. He had said yes, and that was all he needed. And besides, the big guy would probably be too tired to collect after the fact. Not that he had made any promises either way.

“I told you I’d show you what I’ve got up my sleeve,” Humphrey began, holding his rump down like a weight on top of Garth’s lap. “So now, I’m gonna do it! You better get ready, stud, ‘cause here comes the real fun.”

It took a surprising amount of effort to pull himself off that length completely. He arched his back and pulled his back-end up, only feeling the tip slip out his cleft once he had reached the point of discomfort, but out it came. And with one more clapping bounce, and another rope or two to stain his fur, the tease was over. The main event was starting, and it was already making his hardened cock even harder. He didn’t have to put any distance between them, all he had to do was wheel around and put his paws down on the dirt next to Garth’s shoulders. His weight came down with a surprising impact, and a step or two of his hind legs later, he was successfully looming over Garth, holding him under his body and his shadow. He smirked in his face, the big Alpha in that moment reminding him so much of Mooch. The way he panted and his eyes glazed over, maw agape and chest rising and falling so heavily; he was the spitting image.

“So,” Humphrey started, eyes half-lidding with a sparkle as his shadow consumed Garth in its shade. “Now that the foreplay’s over, let’s get down to business. You say you’d do anything to get a taste? Just for the chance?”

Garth nodded, saying nothing. He had just wanted to check, and he got the answer he had been hoping for. He continued. 

“Good, that’s what I thought. Well, here’s a little secret, in case you didn’t know. You’ve been talking to Lily, and she gave you all your info, but I think she left out something. I guess Kate forgot to tell her:” His eyes glinted, and when he spoke, Garth’s went wide. The bigger wolf gulped. “I’m a fuckin’ top. We never did share our positions, did we?” Humphrey snickered, biting his lip with the cockiest and most smug of expressions. “Oops."

Garth didn’t respond beyond a heavy pant. It was heavier than usual, and for a second he thought he saw very real fear in his eyes. Whether it was real or not, he couldn’t tell, but when he bore his weight down, slipping his knotted length along Garth’s larger one, he couldn’t help but smirk. Garth was right; it was almost exactly two inches bigger than his own. Not that it mattered, he wouldn't get a chance to use it.

“I think you know where this is going, don’t you?” Humphrey leered, their shafts slipping together in a mess of stringy pre and meaty throbs, in perfect unison with one another. Even their knots kissed like mates when Humphrey shunted his hips forward. “You want any chance at this ass? You gotta do what I say. You ever lifted your tail before, big boy?”

Garth glanced off to the side, clearly thinking for a second, then gave a tentative shake of his head. A surge of adrenaline filled Humphrey’s belly like a lightning strike, and the next rope of precum from his tip stained Garth’s already-matted chest.

“I knew I had you pegged for a virgin! The inexperienced ones are always so tight.” He chuckled deep in his chest, raising his height to properly loom over the larger wolf now. The fang-flashing grin he cast down, and the way his cock raged with size and power an Omega was never meant to have, only said one thing: in that moment, and from here on out, for as long as they were in this clearing, he was the Alpha here. And he knew that Garth knew it too.

A moment of quiet passed between them, and Humphrey’s domineering presence only seemed to grow, like shadows at dusk. Even in midday, his sexual dominance seemed to darken the clearing, and a bank of clouds passed overhead. He took a few steps backward, giving Garth the wiggle room to get out from under him. If he could still move at all, that was.

“Look. I'm gonna give you a chance to back out of this one, okay." For just a moment, almost all of that sexual bravado disappeared, evaporating like a puddle on a hot day. The shadows receded, his dominant glint in his eye and his domineering smirk going with it. None of those other things mattered, and he pushed all of it away, picking his words carefully and and keeping them honest. He smiled a genuine smile, and he looked down at his brother-in-law like anoy other wolf, sexy or no. “Me and the boys have a rule: if you don’t like something, just say so. If you don’t wanna do this, tell me before we get going, alright? I'm only into this if you are!"

His eyes twinkled, and Garth’s eyes glinted back. For all his bravado, he didn’t want to force him. It had to be his choice. He had to say yes. So he stood back and waited, catching a glimpse as a few beads of sweat built up on Garth’s pawpads. He stood, and he waited for his reply, cock raging and breath bated, but his patience outshining both those things.

Garth took in a steady breath, then opened his mouth to speak.

“...Okay.” Garth said at last, his expression more steely than usual. “I’ll do it. Between you and me, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to… y’know.”

“Get fucked up the tail?” Humphrey finished his sentence for him, his smirk intensifying as a pumping throb went from knot to tip. He could have howled in victory, but he kept it inside. “I never pegged you for a wanna-be bottom!”

“I’ve always been on top!” Garth said with a little grin, even as Humphrey eclipsed him in his shadow. “All the other Alphas just wanted a piece of my dick, I guess. I can’t say I’ve always wanted to try it, but…” Humphrey felt Garth’s eyes on his cock like a groping paw, or a pair of experimental lips. “I’m a curious guy. I’ll try anything once!”

All Humphrey could do was smirk like usual, but this time it was tinged with something else. It was softer, more genuine than before. As sexy as Garth was, he had to admire him. The big Alpha was certainly more flexible than he was. He’d make a great addition.

“Good to know.” Humphrey’s expression sharpened up again, that flash of real appreciation evaporating like water on a camper’s stovetop. “Now, let’s get this started. Rump in the air, Alpha-bitch. Like a good bottom!”

He watched carefully as Garth, with another slow and nervous gulp, did as he was told. He backed up to give him the room as needed. The sun peeked out again, just in time to shimmer off of the Alpha’s rusty coat while he turned on the spot, lowering his front end to the ground, spacing out his back legs, and slowly hiking his thick, muscled rump up into the air. Humphrey couldn’t help but whistle; the big guy really did have a fantastic ass, especially in the light. His cock throbbed, his knot pulsed, and his libido raged like a storm in between his legs. He took a step forward, Garth throwing a nervous look back at him.

“Uh…” He struggled to speak for a second, and all Humphrey could think about was Mooch. Well, if Mooch were a giant Alpha almost twice his size. “Be gentle, okay? A-at first, anyway! I’m- I’m not used to stuff like this.”

“Don’t worry,” Humphrey said with no small amount of exaggerated smugness. A slap rang out, and another one of Garth yelps went with it, when Humphrey’s paw slammed down on that rump. It was bulky and muscled, but it still had plenty of bounce. Even if it was missing the usual amount of jiggle he had come to expect; the difference between fat and muscle, he supposed. “I won’t break you too hard. We’ll be starting slow.” His eyes glinted again. “But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a screaming mess, you know. That’s something to look forward to!”

All Garth could do was give him a nod, and an emphatic one at that. “Just… tell me what to do. Walk me through it.”

“Well, first.” Humphrey began, his smirk never faltering for a second, watching those muscled rumpcheeks bounce. It had nothing on his own, but that would have been like comparing a caribou to a squirrel; two different things, each one with their own merits. “You gotta get me ready. And I know just how to do that.”

He stepped back a couple of paces, planted his rump onto the ground beneath, and allowed himself to fall backward. The thud was softer than Garth's, but he replicated his position perfectly: front paws locked behind his head, hind legs drawn in, confident leer blazing, and most importantly, rock-hard length raging. That feeling from earlier of a groping paw was only stronger now, and as Garth approached a step at a time, a blast of hot breath caressing over his underbelly like a warm breeze, he couldn’t help but give a cocky chuckle. Here they were, the tables flipped so perfectly. He couldn’t have asked for a better start.

“Suck it, Alpha-bitch.” He leered, casting that domineering grin between his retracting hind legs. A single clawed toe pressed gingerly against the upper part of his shaft, angling that Alpha-sized length forward until the weight of his shaft pressed against Garth’s waiting muzzle, and his smirk became toothy. “Get me ready.”

For someone who had been on top for so long, Humphrey was shocked at how good Garth’s mouth was. It didn’t take longer than a second for him to get down to business, angling his muzzle just right to slip the tip of his knotted dick past his lips. He didn’t so much as nod, or even say a word: he just dove right in, slurping down Humphrey’s intimating length one throbbing, twitching inch at a time. He watched every last second of it, taking in every last tingle of soft pleasure as Garth’s maw enveloped his cock from tip to knot, silky and warm, like moist velvet around him. 

In a way, it all kind of made sense. Humphrey could vouch for his own suspicion: when you get your dick sucked enough, you get good at it by example alone. 

He doubted his own cock-sucking skills would be this intense, though. He didn’t even want to entertain the thought of that, to go down that particular thought-spiral, especially after all the limit-pushing he had just endured, but Garth sure was good at this. His lips, tongue, and throat all worked together masterfully around him: taking his length into its confines, slobbering every raging inch with spit, and choking down everything he had to give. Every last throb, pulse, and sticky spurt of hot pre was so skillful that Humphrey couldn’t help but wonder if Garth had been telling the truth. That is, if he didn’t know any better. The big wolf was honest to a tee.

But he didn’t have much time to think about all of that. Within the span of a precious minute, Garth’s slobbering mouth made its way down every inch it could, and a not-so-subtle moan reverberated throughout his shaft when, at last, and to his amazement, the big Alpha’s lips made contact with his knot. Their eyes met in the middle as Garth sat there, that rock-hard cock rammed down his throat, and Humphrey’s rump-breaking knot kissing his lips with bestial, monstrous throbs. Shakey had just barely taken it the previous day; Garth definitely wasn’t ready for it. 

Not yet, anyway. They would have to work up to that.

Taking the reins was like an instinct to him. It happened automatically. Before he could stop himself, he was gripping Garth’s ears in his claws, taking in the telltale sounds of that big Alpha’s shocked gasps and choking grunts. His hips ground themselves forward, that fat knot barging at the entrance to his lips, and his cocky grin only intensifying the more he gyrated it in place; testing that hungry mouth, prodding his throat as it all engulfed him in its warmth.

“You like that?” Humphrey growled, Garth’s eyes shining with a pleading glare that even Mooch would have a hard time matching. It fit somehow. “You like how that fat cock feels down your throat? Tastes good, huh?” His eyes gleamed when the bigger wolf nodded softly, that simple motion forcing him to repress a gag before he stopped. “That good, eh? The others sure think so! Now, how about we cut to the chase and have some real fun?”

Garth only nodded again. It was a bit slower this time, a bit more controlled, and the muscles of his throat squeezed perfectly around his shaft when he gulped. Whether it was a gush of pre or just his own nerves, Humphrey would never know, but he found as Garth began to bob his muzzle slowly up against his knot, that he didn’t care very much. There would be time for that later; in the meantime, he had a cock-sucking to enjoy.

And a big, strong Alpha to break.

He quickly kicked himself into gear, flexing the meat of his length deep down Garth’s surprisingly-skilled throat, and earning his taste buds a couple spurts of precum for his troubles. The ensuing moan nearly rocked him to his core, and his length virated with its timbre. There was something about hearing an Alpha moan that drove him crazy; especially when it was accompanied by a velvety, slobbering tongue and a pair of skilled lips that slurped over every inch they could find, matching even the greatest blowjobs he had ever received in the first few minutes. 

Well, except for Kate's. She would always be number one when it came to sucking dick, that much was obvious. Even Mooch had a hard time coming close.

He relaxed with a pleasured sigh, digging a fang into his lip yet again, if only to intensify the smirk he was wearing. Garth loved it; his slobbering maw proved it with every bob and twist of the muzzle. He was making record time, too. It was only a matter of minutes before he was taking the whole thing, nearly a foot of dick from knot to tapered tip, making it shine with spit like the surface of a lake in the sun. Humphrey savored every last second of it, and the pleasure was starting to build to distracting levels. He was a steam-valve, and the pressure was making his spout whistle, ready to burst.

He hadn’t felt this good since yesterday. And knowing the others and how good they were, that was saying something. 

“C’mon, Alpha-bitch…!” He snarled, unaware he was doing it until his own voice reverberated in his head. “Get that cock ready… you’re almost as good as Mooch was! And holy fuck, can he suck a dick…!”

He shut his eyes tight, listening intently to the sounds around him: the way his heart pounded in his chest, his pulse ringing; the sounds of the forest, birds in the trees, a breeze in the branches; and above all else, the slurping, worshipful slobbers of the Alpha between his hind legs, bobbing and slurping at such a ravenous, relentless pace that even he had a hard time keeping up. A mouth like Garth's was built for this, and once again, he found himself snarling that thought out loud, the slurping sounds of Garth’s throat soon being built upon with fleshy slaps as he began to meet him halfway on every downward motion. His balls stung a bit when they collided with Garth’s chin, and his lap was quickly growing matted and sticky from an overflow of pre and spit, but it only made the pleasure all the better. It climbed, it rose, and it overflowed, building to a crescendo by the second. He was already seeing spots.

But it would take more than a skilled mouth to make him blow. Garth didn’t know that yet, but he would soon. 

His own pride aside, Garth really was pushing him to his limits. He would need every ounce of energy for what came next, so he waited for the latest pull backward to make one of his own. Garth’s mouth slurped back on his length toward the tip, and he made his move with a lightning-quick yank of his hips, pulling his spit-coated shaft from the confines out the Alpha’s muzzle with a grunt and an audible slurp. The two of them took a second for breath, their gazes meeting in the middle. Garth’s pleading eyes gave him a surge of pride: it was just like the old days, and the nostalgia was too strong to ignore. But it was gone in a second like a flash, and he returned his attention to the present; to the image in front of him of Garth’s gaped mouth, submissive expression, and his own cock twitching in front of his face. The bright red shaft dribbled with spit as thick as honey, jumping in place and burning with a desperate need that a mouth couldn’t possibly satisfy.

“For someone who’s never sucked a dick before,” Humphrey smirked, panting a little to catch his breath. “You’re pretty good! You sure you haven’t done this before?”

Garth, probably owing to his superior stamina, didn’t even seem phased. He just licked his chops and gulped down a load of spit, a satisfied grin finding its way to his muzzle in a second. His submissive eyes were gleaming now, a definite confidence radiating from him as he straightened up.

“Nope, not even once. I guess I’m just a natural, huh?”

“You bet.” Humphrey chuckled, giving his shaft a slow and noisy pump in his paw, just to earn another shot of pre across the bigger wolf's muzzle. He could still feel Garth’s eyes on his spit-shined shaft, and his breath was as hot as the depths of his throat. He was still huffing his scent, that much was obvious. “You and the others would really hit it off! But we’re not done yet, I’m just getting started!”

Garth’s confidence seemed to falter for a second, and he gulped down another load of spit. He didn’t licked his lips this time around: those were pure nerves he was swallowing. Humphrey knew that expression all too well.

“Yeah… that.” The big wolf took a deep breath, his eager nerves obvious in the way his shoulders fell. Despite it, however, his scent was just as strong as ever, that brain-drying musk saying more than words ever could hope to. “I guess now that you’re all ready, we should get started on that, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s about that time. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold paws now!” Humphrey snickered, his spirits high and his cock raging as he lay back, and Garth didn’t so much as shrink back. In fact, his breathing seemed to pick up, and the obvious swishes of his tail against the ground were hard to ignore. He had half a mind to ask him again, but he found he didn't need to.

Humphrey knew that body language. That wasn’t nervousness; Garth was so eager he couldn’t contain himself.

“Don’t worry, you can handle it.” He gave his best play scoff, rolling his eyes off to the side before snapping back into his smirk. ”Just turn around and get that big rump in the air for me, yeah? Whenever you’re ready.” His snicker was darker this time, deeper, less concerned. “I know I am.”

It was clear that he didn’t have to tell Garth twice. He watched, savoring every movement down to the last huff of breath and scrape of paws against the dirt, as the big Alpha turned slowly on the spot, baring his muscled rump further as the second crawled by. Humphrey couldn’t help but whistle low under his breath at the stance he was taking, hind legs spaced apart, crimson rump-cheeks presented so perfectly, and his tail flagged at a medium height. It hadn’t risen yet, not all the way, but it would, and soon. For now, all he had to do was ogle and appreciate the thick ass in front of him. It seemed somehow bigger this close up, especially as it backed up ever-so-slowly, steadily at a consistent, teasing pace, back toward him. Garth’s hind claws scraped along the dirt, dragging themselves along the forest floor while his muscled front slid everything back, his back arching from the strain just to get his backside that extra bit closer. For a total top of an Alpha, Garth sure knew how to put on a performance. Humphrey appreciated that, but he held off on his usual smacks or hits. For now, anyway. He couldn’t do it forever, nor did he intend to.

“So, do you, uh…” Garth shot a blushing grin back at him, practically sweating from the ball of eagerness and nerves in his belly. “...Like it?”

Humphrey would have put on his best, smuggest smirk; that is, if he weren’t already wearing it. The memories of the old days with Shakey were really rearing their heads now, coming more into focus the higher Garth’s tail flagged, the more those perfectly-round and toned cheeks jiggled idly with his breaths and movements of his hips. From his angle, his cock was raging right in front of it all as well. He couldn’t have imagined a more perfect sight for the situation, and he chuckled a deep, hungry chuckle while he took it all in.

“Alphas really do have the best asses, don’t they?” He snickered, digging a fang into his lip just in time for a gleam of light to bounce off it. His eyes sparkled too, and judging from the way Garth gulped, his sexy looks were working like a charm. “I mean, what’s not to like? Nice and big, lots of muscle, perfect for taking a dick. You feel me?”

Garth's next breath was shaky and long, no doubt from the musky spring air finally hitting his tailhole as it came into view. His tail finally reached its full-mast, flagged up as high as it would go, and Humphrey’s cock gave a noticeable throb when it gave its first wink at him. He knew that kind of hole-throb from anywhere. It wasn’t nervous or scared, it was needy, desperate. He loved it, and his length throbbed along with it. It wouldn’t be the last time it happened, he was sure of it.

“Y-yeah, I feel you. I mean, I’ve topped a lot of Alphas, so…” The big wolf started on a raspy chuckle, but quickly cut it short, his shoulder slumping a bit. “Am… am I doing this right? Is this how bottoms, y’know, act?”

“You’re doing fine, big guy.” Humphrey gave his paw a wave, its brother getting to work spreading a wad of spit over his length. It took a good amount of willpower not to jack it fully, but he managed it, keeping the pace of his paw slow and deliberate over his shaft until it shone and dribbled from knot to tip. “Just act like yourself! Hell, Shakey’s a bottom, and he’s more dominant than me!”

“Well, I’m not sure I, uh, want to go that hard, but…” Garth gulped again. “...just to be clear, you don’t want me to be all submissive? I can be if you want, but I’m not really… used to it.”

Humphrey gave a playful scoff, and his second paw joined the first one his shaft, making sure he didn’t miss an inch of dick while he doubled the spit.

“Nah, just do what makes you comfy! Trust me, it’s more fun that way.” He flashed a genuine grin for only a split second, giving his shaft a hard squeeze. “If you don’t wanna be subby, then don’t! Omegas aren’t really all that into tradition.”

Garth took a deep breath and nodded. It was a heavy nod, a resolute kind that only an Alpha could have given.

“Alright.” He said, his tone steadier and stonier than before. “Just show me how it’s done. I’m ready when you are, coyote…!”

Humphrey’s cock throbbed heavier than it had all day. The gooey dribble of precum running along his underside was soon added to the mess of lube like it was an instinct, and with one more pump, he was ready to go.

“Oh, I’m ready.” Humphrey smirked, flexing his shaft with a mighty, jumping pump. “Just get that ass in the air for me, Alpha-bitch. I’ll take it from there.”

Garth did exactly as he was told, huffing out a nervous breath before lowering his front end to the ground. That immaculate rump hiked itself up into the air in turn, the Alpha’s backdoor clenching instinctively with a nervous wink, just in time for Humphrey to roll himself back over onto all fours. He hadn’t been so ready to pound an ass in days, not since Mooch had presented for him in such a similar way, or Shakey had rolled over for him during their bet. Even though it had just been the other day, it seemed so long ago. He approached with a sway of his hips, tail swishing, rump bouncing lightly, and cock swinging free. If it weren’t for the broad and muscled build and deep red coat of the wolf in front of him, he could have sworn he was looking at Mooch. The way he panted excitedly, the way a blush sometimes flashed on his muzzle only to fade, the way his hole winked and cheeks jiggled idly with every step he took toward his target. The eagerness, the need, palpable with every movement and in every part of his body. It was all so familiar.

He savored the sight of Garth falling under his shadow for only a second before mounting him. It was perfect.

He got into position quickly. He didn’t even need to think about it for a second. Front paws between his shoulder blades, hind legs holding his weight, knotted cock between the cheeks, all in an instant. The desperate, needy heat radiating off of the Alpha below him drove him mad, and the scent gracing his nose was just as strong. It had been boozy before, but now he was drunk on it. They both were, off each other’s carnal scents, and now there was only one thing left to do. 

He brought his paws down on Garth’s rump with a meaty, cheek-bouncing slap, allowing himself a little teasing jiggle of those muscled globes around his shaft while he properly lined up. He licked his chops slowly when he felt the clenching ring of Garth’s tailhole against his tip. It had been so long since he fucked an Alpha, but now it was time to change that.

He didn’t say anything. Nothing else had to be said. His cock, smeared and dribbling with spit and lubricating pre, rested perfectly on the middle of the big Alpha’s entrance, baring the brunt of every quiver and squeeze. He couldn’t wait any longer. All he had to do was be a little gentle, and that Alpha-rump was all his.

So, he took it. Humphrey let a little growl escape his throat, making sure his domineering smirk was blazing as bright as he could comfortably make it, before his hips slid forward and Garth’s tailhole accepted him into its depths.

The first sound that hit his ears was a loud, gasping moan. Garth’s voice broke the quiet of the surrounding forest, and a few birds here and there audibly fluttered from their perches as his pleasured sounds echoed off the trees. It was music to Humphrey, the perfect soundtrack to go along with the feeling of Garth’s hot, tight walls stretching around his cock. The sight was remarkable too: the Alpha’s tailhole spread wide around his girth, his shaft sinking deeper under his high-flagged tail the more his hips slid forward, an inch at a time. 

He wasn’t too rough; Garth needed time to adjust. As much as he wanted to slam deep inside and ravage his rump immediately, he held back, feeding him an inch or two at a time and listening to his panting groans as his knot neared his hole little by little. His initial filling was hard enough to be sudden and enjoyable, but just slow enough to ease the big guy into it.

Sure, he had no idea what it felt like to have a dick stuffed up his tail, but it couldn’t have been easy the first time through. He didn’t need to bottom to be sure about that.

So he took it slow, inching his hips forward in one smooth motion until finally, with a grunt from him and a gasping huff from Garth, he bottomed out, and his knot rested firmly on his cock-stretched hole. He couldn’t help but savor every quiver of those velvety walls, every little squeeze of the big wolf’s silky depths, and every last suckling motion earned him a spurt or rope of pre for his troubles. It would make the incoming pounding that much easier, he was certain.

“You feel that, big guy?” Humphrey smirked, huffing a blast of hot breath over Garth’s nape as his shaft settled in. “For real, though. You doing okay down there?”

It took a while for Garth to respond, but when the few seconds were done crawling by, he took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

“Y-yeah, I feel it…!” He breathed hard, and his shoulders slumped a little bit, no doubt while he put every bit of effort into relaxing his body from head to tail. He looked like he needed it. “It feels kinda weird, but… good. Holy Fenrir, you’re big…!”

“You got that right, you big moose!” Humphrey grinned, his smirk softening by just a tad, even as another round of hot pre streaked its way over his walls. “Just let me know when you’re ready to keep going. I’ll wait!”

Garth’s back legs spread a bit further apart, and his expression contorted. His eyes shut tight, his fangs bared, and a little growl escaped his throat when his head bent low. Or maybe it was a whine. With the big ones, it was hard to tell. The tight walls around Humphrey’s shaft spasmed and clenched around him, slowly calming into a series of slow, smooth rolls as the seconds went by.

“Just…” Garth almost struggled to speak for a second, but he cleared his throat and found his voice after a bit. He was holding back another moan, it was obvious. “Just get to work, coyote. I can handle it! F-fuck me up already…!”

Humphrey snickered, fangs gleaming. He couldn't have asked for a better request.

“If you insist!” His hips began to slide steadily back, and the Alpha’s eyes went wide when he whined again. 

It was a whole lot clearer this time, like he had nothing more to hide.

Finally, after entirely too much beating around the bush, Humphrey’s revving sex drive kicked into gear. Just like with the initial entry, his shaft slid back an inch at a time, more and more red, throbbing meat revealing itself with every moment that passed. The Omega’s infamous cock shone with spit and pre, smeared with its viscous silkiness on its way back to the tip until, after what felt like too long of a wait, only his tapered head remained. He couldn’t help but huff down on the wolf below him, watching as Garth’s hungry, desperate hole suckled and pulled inward with every last clench, never ready to relinquish that last bit of dick. A few visible throbs released a couple extra pumps of hot pre up his tail, his next moan louder and less confident. If that hadn’t given it away in an instant, the way his tail swished over his upturned rump would have told him all he needed to know.

Garth was loving this. And he intended to give him even more. There was no doubt about it, but any leftover doubt would have fizzled out anyway as soon as Humphrey’s skilled hips rocketed forward, slamming every last one of those rump-breaking inches right back back where it belonged.

Humphrey could have winced, but didn’t. The combined sounds of Garth’s howling moan and the fleshy smack of knot-on-ass could have disturbed the forest for a mile around, and the way their balls slapped almost painfully together only accentuated the pleasure of his first real thrust. Humphrey was never one for pain, but he had to admit, it did make the motion more fun. The anticipation was always the fun part. 

But he didn’t stop there. He had an Alpha to fuck, and only so much time to do it.

He leaned forward by an inch or so, exhaling another hot huff of breath, this time over the Alpha’s ear. A fang or two sank into his nape, his back legs spreading apart that little extra bit more while he readjusted his stance. Anything to get that extra bit of power. 

“That’s it, big guy…” He growled, right in Garth’s ear, getting a loud gasp in return. “Just relax and have fun. You might have been with all those big-shot Alphas, I’m gonna show you how an Omega fucks!”

He didn’t need the nod, but he got one anyway. The big lug of a wolf who was normally so composed looked back at him, maw agape and muzzle emblazoned with a bloody blush. A few strands of mane had fallen into his face, that immaculately-groomed facade quickly falling apart with every heavy breath they shared. He was adorable in a way, so much like Mooch. It was almost uncanny how much of a similarity there was between them, and he chewed on that thought as he pulled out again, savoring all the slick noises and needy suckles of Garth’s hungry hole on his way to the real main event.

“O-okay.” Garth seemed to steel himself some, flicking his mane back over itself again and straightening up a bit. “I’m ready, coyote. Gimme all you’ve got…!”

Humphrey knew the others would have laughed. The image of him in all his scrawniness mounting a wolf so proud and large would have been hilarious, in addition to being just plain hot. And he would have laughed with them; it was pretty funny.  He might have been nowhere near Garth'ssize, but it didn’t matter even a bit. Now it was time to show him what he could do, and the big wolf wouldn’t regret when he was walking funny afterwards; in fact, he would make sure of it.

Garth straightened up, hind claws digging into the dirt and stance taut, just in time for Humphrey to push his weight down harder between his shoulder blades and begin his pounding in earnest.

Humphrey had done this a hundred times, a good portion of those times even being with wolves bigger than him, so getting the hang of his rhythm was as easy as breathing. Despite Garth’s eagerness, he still held back a little bit, starting slow for the sake of his comfort. And it looked like he needed it: the big Alpha’s breaths were heavy and labored, and his walls squeezed and clenched uncontrolled around his shaft as he slid steadily in and out of that tight hole. 

The pliant smacks of fur on fur, the clapping of their balls slapping together underneath them, the bouncing jiggle of those ginger-furred and muscled cheeks on his lap; it was hard to hold back in the face of all of that. But he kept his pace measured, only occasionally cranking up the heat with the odd slam or flurry of pounds before going back to his steady tempo. The grunts coming from Garth’s throat certainly helped keep him on track; he didn’t need words when the big guy’s comfort level could be measured by how pained his voice sounded. But him and Humphrey gradually met in the middle, speed and power meeting comfort after only a minute or so of warm-up, and before he knew it, Garth sounded like he had gotten used to it.

“C’mon, coyote…!” Garth’s words sounded strained, but the sudden squeeze down on Humphrey’s shaft was unmistakable. That ass was just as needy as it looked, and every spasm of his walls and jiggle of his muscled cheeks only accentuated it. “When I told you to give me all you’ve got, I… meant it!”

Humphrey couldn’t help but crack a smirk, their hips colliding one more time with a muted, meaty smack. He had been waiting for that signal for a while, and now that he had heard it, he couldn’t have been happier.

He didn’t have to hold back anymore.

“If you say so!” Humphrey’s grin was devilish, and his shaft gave a heavy throb against those hot confines. Garth’s moan when that rope of pre streaked across his walls could have made him blow right then and there; he had fucked Alphas before, loads of them, but hearing a big wolf sound so helpless was always the hardest part to resist. “Let’s see how much this ass can really take. Trust me, you’ll thank me for the warm-up!”

All Garth did was nod, a little whine escaping his throat as he no-doubt prepared for the worst. And Humphrey intended to give it to him.

So he pulled back, wiggling his prized rump and revving up his hips, before slamming forward and doing it. If the big wolf wanted to be treated like one of the others, Humphrey intended to do just that. 

He just hoped he could handle it.

The moment his hips rocketed forward, all other feelings shut off. Every ounce of concern he might have had evaporated, all emotions other than the basic need to satiate his own raging lust disintegrated. His sex drive revved on all its cylinders and then some, and his cock throbbed and twitched at the thoughts screaming through his head. He could see it now: Garth’s muscular rump bouncing and clapping against his lap, his hole stretched and ruined by his knot, his voice echoing off the tree as his ass was utterly hammered by such a skilled Omega-cock that no other dick could ever satisfy him again.

He smirked, fangs flashing and eyes gleaming as his hips went into overdrive. 

Yes. That was what he wanted. And from the way Garth was leaning his head back, his grunts and groans turning into pleasured moans, he knew he wanted it too. After all, the others loved it when he went so hard, and Garth wouldn’t be any different.

He had fucked bigger wolves than this, and made them scream louder. This Alpha would be easy.

He didn’t even have to try that hard. He never did, no matter how big the wolf, but Garth was especially easy to break. Within only the first few thrust of the incoming barrage, the bigger wolf’s voice soared, echoing off the trees as that hungry hole spasmed madly around him. The sound of fluttering wings was just barely audible over the carnal din as birds fluttered from their perches in the face of all the noise. Claps, smacks, ecstatic moans, deep and domineering growls: it all filled the clearing in moments, just like Humphrey’s girth and loads of hot pre was filling the larger wolf’s insides to the brim, unrelenting and with no signs of slowing down. Humphrey unloaded everything he had into the wolf in front of him, hammering, slamming, and absolutely fucking that big ass senseless with every ounce of energy he had. And no matter how hard and fast he went, he never seemed to get tired, the adrenaline carrying him forward to pound all the harder. 

“Take it, Alpha-bitch…!” He growled deep in his chest, just letting the words come out. He didn’t care how they sounded, how cheesy they were. He had to say something, anything at all; it was like a hunger that had to be sated. “Take all that dick! You like this?”

Garth couldn’t respond beyond another moan, his brain clearly having broken moments ago. All he could do was go cross-eyed, panting and heaving for breath in between loud, submissive moans as his tail was plowed beyond perfection.

“I knew you would. Next time, put up some resistence or something. You could learn a thing or two from Shakey!”

Humphrey snickered, but it quickly turned into another growl. He loved it when the big ones broke, especially his easily. There was only one thing left to do, but he wasn’t ready for it yet. Garth might have been ready to be filled, but he hadn’t had his own fun yet. No, this needed to drag on.

He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. Not that he did, Garth’s ass was near perfection. His hole had the potential skill of someone like Shakey, if the sheer tightness was anything to go by. He would take some work, but that wasn’t something the others couldn’t fix. And that could wait. All Humphrey had to do was plow it until he’d had enough.

He did just that without a shred of remorse, and his hips became a blur of gray as he picked up the pace further. All he had to do was zone out and enjoy the pounding, and soon, he found himself starting to drown in it. The meaty smacks, the nose-sizzling musk, the moans; the sounds and smells and sights of sex all began to blur together in his head. His senses smeared, his hips kept on hammering without a single thought, his mind went blank save for the burning lust that was reducing it to dust. Garth had long ago gone the same way; his tongue was lulling out, and his moans were automatic. They met in the middle again, their respective lusts both driving them beyond the point of thought as it all went on longer than either of them cared to admit. That is, if they could tell the total time elapsed at all.

But it all had to end at some point. And with what little conscious thought he could summon up, Humphrey intended to make it explosive. He pulled himself back to reality as best he could, opening his tight-shut eyes. If he hadn’t been actively slamming away at a tight and muscled rump, he could have just woken up from a nap. The mist surrounding his brain was familiar in that way, almost exactly the same, save for the needy aches in his shaft and very real aches in his hips. Things cleared up a little bit, and soon he was able to form words again.

“You wanna cum, big guy…?” He hadn’t realized he had been breathing so hard until he spoke again. His lungs were burning, and getting air through his throat made his chest feel tight. “You about ready to blow? I know I am…!” He growled deep, shoving his desperate knot up against the underside of that needy tail. “You ready to feel my load, huh? You want this fat knot?!”

Humphrey allowed a snickering chuckle to escape his throat. Clearly, it was taking all of Garth’s energy just to nod, but the bigger wolf still managed a whine in between his desperate moans. That was all he needed, all the confirmation he wanted that it was time to bring down the killing bite.

He gave in, summoning up all the conscious thought he had left to make one last thrust. 

And it hit like a train.

He grunted deep, with more force than he had thought he was capable of, as his hips rocketed forward and his knot slammed up against Garth’s hole. That rusty tail flagged high, and a loud moan split the air the moment that the impact occurred, only escalating in need and volume the more the smaller wolf pressed forward. Humphrey smirked, his grin predatory; all that precum was doing its job, and his fist-sized knot was gradually slipping forward to buckle that hole inward. Soon, the Alpha’s last defenses would give way, and he could put all of this to an end. 

It wouldn’t be long. Garth’s cock-loosened tailhole was already beginning to part around him, half-inch by half-inch. He put all of his energy into the task at paw, gave it everything he had. His hips wiggled up against that muscled rump, and he bared his fangs with a huff, watching from above with every inch that his knot took, every bit of purchase it found. Garth’s whines picked up, growing louder. His huffs turned into exerted snort through his nostrils. The big guy, having broken a long time ago, took it all in his stride, even as his hole began to stretch slowly, painfully, around Humphrey’s plug.

It was always the same with Alphas. And this was always the best part. 

He waited for the opportune moment to land his final strike. Slowly, bit by bit, so slowly that it seemed like a crawl, Garth’s body accepted that fat plug's immense girth inside him, but it was only a matter of time before he could stuff him for good. So he waited, like a hunter waiting to rush its prey, for the right second to act; it was getting closer. It wouldn’t be long. The bulbs of his massive knot stretched Garth's hole wide like a pair of fists on each side of his shaft, and he savored Garth’s whines like the most beautiful howl in the world. 

Another inch wider.

Then another.

And then another.

Their pulses were synched. He felt Garth's heartbeat through his flesh as he took him bit by bit. The clock ticked down to that opportune second as his knot slid gradually toward the apex of its girth. Just a few more seconds, at the very most.

His gaze sharpened, and the last of lustful fog burned off for good. His vision became as accurate as a hunter's, his sense of smell honed itself to the point where the scent was overwhelming. Precum, upon musk, upon sex, all singeing his nose at once. Garth whined again, another desperate moan shaking the air. 

When the moment hit, it was sudden. Like a clock ticking over on the dot, he felt it deep inside him. Garth’s hole crested the apex of his girth at last, finally reaching the widest point. He has given the big lug enough time to get used to it, now it was time to seal the deal.

Hammering that knot deep up the Alpha’s tail was easy, but he always hated the waiting. If it had been Mooch he was fucking, he could have just knotted him like that, with one clean shove! He would have taken it gracefully, in a second, with only the hottest of screaming moans. But no, Garth had to go and be inexperienced.

He couldn’t blame him, not really. It wasn’t his fault that he had never taken a dick before, let alone a knot. And it wasn’t like he was one to talk anyway, what with him being in the same boat and all. So he did what he did best, and slammed his hips forward.

The loud moan that escaped Garth’s throat was more like a scream than anything. But it paled in comparison to the loud, sticky pop that filled the clearing, and the fleshy smack that followed as their bodies met in the middle for the first real time that day. Even Humphrey himself couldn’t resist the urge to let out a pleasured huff; before he had time to say anything snide, his climax was already hitting him with the force of a camper going full-speed. Filling the wolf underneath him with his knot had been the hard part, filling him with a flood of white-hot cum was the easy bit.

So, he did just that. 

"Here it... comes!" He strained to speak, fangs bared and jaws clenching tight, along his eyes. "You want this load, huh, Alpha-bitch...? Then you can have it...!"

He didn’t have a choice, his body had acted on its own. So he just let it all happen, leaning his head back with his eyes shut tight and fangs bared, listening to Garth’s wordless, feeble moans and submissive gasps for breath while he flooded him like a burst dam. His climax could have knocked him off his feet if he weren’t so firmly planted, and judging from the scent of spilled cum and the way the bigger wolf’s hole spasmed and squeezed around him, Garth knew it too.

It went on for as long as he could handle it. Humphrey panted, digging his claws into the dirt and flooding Garth to the brim with everything he had, rope by rope. He had done this a hundred times with so many other wolves, but there was something special about this particular climax that he couldn’t place; not that he had the brain power to think about it now. Instead, he let his brain turn off, running entirely on the instinct to drain his own balls dry one hot spurt at a time. Garth seemed to be doing the same, the smell of spilled wolf-cum becoming almost too powerful to endure. 

The Usual Spot would smell like their scents for days, he knew it. Not that he minded; adding another scent to the mix was almost like joining the club in and of itself.

He chuckled to himself at the thought, all that raging libido receding away, and exhaustion rolling in. Large and sticky ropes become little spurts, and the massive throbs turned weak. It all waned away, and as soon as his reservoirs finally ran dry, it took everything he had not to slump over. He still slumped though, bracing himself against Garth’s back and panting for breath, his spent balls aching dully between his legs. 

One more little squirt was all he had left, and as soon as it went off, he was done. Garth clearly was as well; he was breathing twice as hard as him, and gasping for air. Humphrey was almost worried that he might collapse by the way his legs were shaking, but even with him leaning on his back, he stood firm.

"The benefits of fucking an Alpha." Even through all the exhaustion, he still managed to snort a laugh. "Then never fall over on you...!"

He remembered his first time with the others; he had been just as tired as Garth was now. True, they had just been pre-teen pups, but the point still stood.

The clearing was silent now, save for the occasional tired huff, and the light of late afternoon burned on. Humphrey couldn’t speak for Garth, but as time passed, he felt his energy starting to return in a little trickle, drop by drop. It wasn’t much; the overriding tiredness made it hard to recover so fast, and not falling asleep was a challenge. The exhaustion had settled on top of him like a weight, and he felt it deep in his belly with every breath he took. He glanced down at the spot where their bodies connected, and a twinge of regret stabbed through him.

Maybe knotting Garth hadn’t been such a good idea. He hadn’t expected to be this tired. Normally, this kind of thing came with a little tiredness, but he hadn’t even considered that it would hit this hard.

He shrugged; whatever, knotting the big guy was totally worth it either way. Besides, they would only be like this for a few minutes, half an hour at most. It wasn’t a big deal. In fact, it was the perfect trade-off.

The silence was so thick he could have bitten it. But eventually, it did break. Except, it was Garth that broke it.

“Wow…!” Garth’s voice seemed a little hoarse, and Humphrey did his best to suppress a snicker. “Wow…! Can’t say I, uh… expected that when I woke up today!”

“Pleasantly surprised?” Humphrey jeered, happy to see that he was just as capable of being snide as ever, even in his tired state. 

Garth nodded, taking a deep breath, and giving his rump an experimental wiggle. Whatever give he had been looking for, he clearly didn’t find it.

“More like ‘impressed’.” He said, his back legs steadying a bit as he breathing leveled out. “I never thought Omegas could top like that. In my pack, they’re basically all on the other end.”

“Yeah,” Humphrey shrugged, feeling his own tiredness begin to lift. The glow underneath was something he was used to; that warm and comforting feeling, drawing the two of them together. It also didn’t hurt that they were literally stuck together for the time being, but that was just a bonus. “You’re gonna find that we in the Omega Club do things differently.” 

A smirk broke out on his muzzle, and his blue eyes sparkled.

“Shame I didn’t get to see your face while I was fucking you senseless, though. We’ll have to fix that next time, huh?”

Garth gulped, swallowing something down. Whether it was just spit, or something else less physical, Humphrey couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter, not when Garth was talking again. 

“So,” The grin he threw over his shoulder was almost smug, and blue met green again. Both of them had that same glimmer in their eyes, down to the last sparkle. “Does that mean I passed your little ‘test drive’? I’m in?”

Humphrey met the glimmer in his eyes with that same confident grin as before, giving his hips an experimental tug. It was right on time, too; he found the give that Garth was looking for, if only by a little bit. As fun as it was being this close, being free would have been nice. Besides, he had a tree to notch.

“I’d have to run it by the other guys, but…” He let the word hang in the air for a second, glancing over at the checkmark tree out of the corner of his eye. There wouldn’t be only four there for long, not at this rate. “You were a good enough bang, so why not? We’ll try you out, sure.”

Garth’s grin blossomed into a full-on smirk.

“Good to know. Now, how about getting off of me? Getting plowed up the tail was fun, I admit, but I kind of wanna stretch my legs a bit!”

Humphrey laughed, the sound of his laughter echoing off the trees. He pulled back again, and even with the little bit of give he found, they were still very much stuck.

“Wow, you really are an amateur! I guess you’ve never knotted any of your partners before, huh?” He shot Garth a condescending look, and the bigger wolf only responded with a bashful huff and an eye-roll. “Sorry, moose, but we’re stuck like this. For about…” Humphrey took a glance at his wrist, chuckling wryly to himself at his own joke. “Five more minutes. Once the knot goes down, you’re free to go! ‘Till then, though, we get to spend some quality time together. Fun, huh?”

“Yeah,” Garth grinned, throwing him a playful little snicker. “Like I’d ever want to hang out with a coyote.”

“Yeah,” Humphrey threw his word back at him with the same playful smugness, matching it ounce-for-ounce. “It’s not like this coyote just fucked you up the tail. Totally not quality time in my book!”

Banter filled the remaining time. The two of them went back and forth, killing the minutes left, as Humphrey gradually felt his knot deflate. It went down bit by bit, little by little, and at times it felt like it might never go down completely. That is, until Humphrey glanced down again, and with one more gentle tug, another loud pop filled the clearing, and their hips finally parted with a sudden jerk.

Garth let out a relieved exhale, and Humphrey snickered, finally allowing himself to slip his limp and drooling length out of the other wolf’s tailhole at long last, and slipping back down onto all fours. He glanced over at the tree again, and before any other thoughts could enter his head, he turned and made his way over to its claw-scratched trunk.

Before he could take more than a few steps over, however, a sting ran through his rump. Garth’s paw crashed down on those fat rumpcheeks quicker than he had the reflexes to react to, leaving his gray-furred globes rosy and bouncing like mad against one another. The bigger wolf loomed over him in all his size, front paws spaced apart and muscled frame practically silhouetted from the sunlight above.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Omega?” The Alpha above him leered, green eyes like sparks against his light-blocking form. “I think you’re forgetting your end of the deal.”

Humphrey peered over his shoulder at that sight. The way the Alpha’s body was blackened against the canopy above, his sheer and looming size, that scent. It could have driven a lesser wolf mad; hell, any Omega from the Eastern pack to the Western. I it had been strong before, it was stronger now, and he had no idea how it was even possible. 

He sized up that giant canine behind him, infamous rump perfectly exposed and bouncing like there was no tomorrow from just that simple slap. He could have gasped when his eyes found their way between his legs as well; that Alpha’s cock was as shadowcast as the rest of his body, weighed straight at the ground by its own mass, and as hard as stone from ass-wrecking knot to spearpoint tip.

Any wolf would have balked. Any wolf he knew would have blushed, and gulped, and set their mouth agape. Any wolf who knew a good time when he saw one would respond by hiking their rumps up and flagging their tails high at the sight and scent alone.

But not Humphrey. He just smirked, whacking Garth across the snout again with the tip of his tail, just like before. The light returned to the area, and that looming, domineering presence evaporated the moment the bigger wolf’s paw went to his snout, yelping like a pup.

“Ow!” Garth cried. “What was that-”

“I’m sorry, did I hit you too hard?” Humphrey teased, his tone mocking and his fat ass hiking up and back. “My bad.” His eyes gleamed, and this time it was him who did that clapping, throwing that huge rump back and making those cakes smack together from the force of the buck alone. “But looks like you’ve got me all wrong, moose.”

“But you said-” Garth tried to argue, but another whip to the muzzle cut him off before he could start.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember. I said I’d think about giving you a piece. I said I’d consider it. And you know what I decided on?” His ocean-blue eyes lidded low, and even Garth’s frustrated growl wasn’t enough to scare him. “I decided that no one touches my ass, not without my say-so. Sure, a slap or two’s fine, but no tongues and definitely no dicks. Don’t worry, I’ll brief you on the rules at the next meeting! No hard feelings?”

The little wolf’s tone was insufferable, and as smug as it was, Garth slumped over and nodded.

“Knew it was too good to be true. Okay, fine, you win.” He took a breath, a deep one. “But if I changed my mind on it, then you can too, y’know.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it?” Humphrey chuckled, biting his lip as he scrawled an extra checkmark next to the others, blowing away the wooden shaving with a huff of breath. “Good advice and all, but I’m a fuckin’ top. No if’s or but’s about it!”

“Plenty of but’s, that’s for sure.” Garth mumbled under his breath, bringing his paw down again. This time, Humphrey saw it coming, and he bucked his rump back into the smack with perfect precision and speed, all for the extra bounce-factor. He loved watching Garth’s face as it happened, too; utterly hypnotized by those quakes and jiggles for just a split second. As much of a top as he was, showing off what he had never got old. 

“If you makes you feel any better,” Humphrey grinned over his shoulder, lip bit and eyes half-lidded as he put a paw down on a cheek, patting it hard enough to further invigorate the wobble spreading through his hide. “You’re the first guy I’ve done that dick-riding thing with! Took it from a friend in the club ‘cause I thought it would reel you in. And it looks like I was right.” Humphrey couldn’t help but glance off to the side, swinging his hips idly as his tail swished under Garth’s chin. “Besides, I was… kinda fun. Not gonna lie to you on that one!”

“Then,” Garth grinned, the throb going through his cock sending a waft of musky scent all the way through Humphrey’s nose. He drank it down eagerly, breathing it deep like it was a drug. With Alphas, it practically was. “You would mind doing it again, huh? If I can’t pound your ass, I might as well paint it white.”

“Up for another round already?” Humphrey should have been amazed, but he was a wolf that was impossible to tire out. Everyone knew that much. And maybe, just maybe, it was time to teach Garth that little point as well. He huffed, putting extra weight and sauciness into the next sideways bump of his rump. “You and me are really gonna get along, you know that?”

Garth snickered loudly, falling back into that same sexy position as before. His paws were locked behind his head, his legs were spread apart, his smirk was blazing hotter than a fire. And his cock stood at attention like the perfect Alpha it belonged to, a bead of sticky precum sliding down its underside like a dewdrop in the morning.

“You know it.” Garth said so simply, that beast of a dick giving a jumping flex against his muscled underbelly. “So how about you stop fooling around and give me that tease again, huh?”

Humphrey smirked over his shoulder again, flashing a genuine grin before glancing back at the tree. He looked away from that carved bark just as soon as he had looked at it, but as he got into he backed that huge rump he was so proud of backward, bouncing and bucking, clapping and wobbling with every backwards step, something occurred to him.

He lined up, smacking that fat rump with a whip of his tail, before finally lowering himself down onto that girth for the second time that day. A gush of pre landed instantly, streaking the curves of his cheeks and the underside of his tail as he settled over the length, slipping down to that massive Alpha-knot one agonizing, ass-clapping inch at a time.

But that one thought settled into his head, like a heavy stone at the bottom of a river, and no matter what happened, it would never leave or budge, even as his rump settled over Garth's knot, and the two of them began the tease together.

From now on, things were going to get a lot more fun. Humphrey was certain of that.