Humphrey’s ample rump swayed from side to side, his tail swishing idly behind him as he walked along the familiar forest path. He swore he could still see the pawprints, the trodden path in the leaves and dirt, from all those years ago, but he knew it was impossible; nature in Jasper had a way of reclaiming its territory in days, let alone two years' time. The twisting, winding path just seemed to go on forever, but he followed it to a tee, muscle memory driving him on through trees, under branches which didn’t used to be there, and all the way back to their old meeting place. Mooch had always been the kind of guy to value privacy, so of course he was the one to suggest such a remote place, right in the middle of a forest where no one but the most astute Alphas could hope to find them.

Well, that is, if they hadn’t been so loud.

The path led him on for minutes on end, his fur shining in the rays of sunlight that managed to peek through the thick canopy overhead, his belly full of a familiar, excited feeling. He knew he was close by the butterflies in his stomach alone, like some kind of instinctual feeling that got stronger with every step. He had gotten so used to feeling like this when he walked the path in the old days, that walking it now still gave him the same feeling, even if he was alone, with no one waiting for him at the usual spot.

Eventually though, his front paws found the end of the path, stopping right in front of a thick wall of shrubs. He prodded at it with a paw, feeling it just barely budge.

“Heh,” He chuckled under his breath, feeling just how thick the brush was. It would take a miracle to get through. “Mother Nature really did a number on this place, huh?”

He examined the barrier blocking his way; a tangled mess of scruffy shrubs and twisted branches that all meshed together into a single wall of wood, leaves and the odd thorn. He scratched his muzzle, looking for a way to tear it down or move it out of the way, something to help him get through.

“How did those guys even get through here the first time?!” He wondered aloud, following the branches as they twisted around each other in dense wooden knots. He chuckled, the perpetually-horny part of his brain lighting up for a split second.

“Heheh. Knots…”

He honestly felt like a pup again, even as he looked for a way in. He surveyed that barricade for what felt like minutes on end, poking at it with a paw in various places, looking for any sign of give. That is, until he found it; a single point where most of the twisting foliage converged, meeting in the middle of a tight-knit knot. He chuckled, the idea too good not to try, as he clamped his jaws down on that one small spot, trying his hardest not to scrape his tongue with the rough bark. He squared his stance, like he had seen Garth do in one of his fascinating squats, digging his fangs into the wood, before yanking hard down toward the ground. Humphrey watched on, impressed with his own handiwork, as the branches snapped, ripped clean from the trunks, the brush and foliage all being ripped down like an old curtain all at once. He squinted, a bright burst of sunlight hitting him right in the eyes as the barrier was torn down with a single pull. He sat back onto his impressively-large rump, leaves crunching under him as he spat and gagged loudly, spitting bits of leaves and shards of bark.

“Gah…!” He gagged once all the debris had left his mouth, scraping his tongue with a claw. “Remind me never to do that again…!” He had no idea who he was pretending to talk to, but he quickly found himself making his way back to all-fours and stepping over the threshold into his old usual spot.

Despite the difficulties getting inside, the large clearing was exactly the same as it had always been. It was certainly big, flanked by large trees on all sides, roots peeking out of the ground near their stumps. Sunlight filtered through the canopy more than ever in that place, making the area bright, but still shady and cool. For a place where the four of them were bound to work up a sweat or two, it was perfect. Nature had been kind to it, not a single thing about it different in the slightest, even as Humphrey walked around it perimeter. He grinned a genuine smile, still remembering their exact spot like it was yesterday, all their favorite places to sit and lie down, and… well, other things. He smirked a bit when he laid eyes on Mooch favorite tree, smoother than the rest, perfect for lying back against with your rump in the air. It may have been just his head, but as he passed by it, he swore he could smell Mooch’s strong, pungent, intoxicating scent clinging to the bark and the dirt beneath the trunk. The guys would love it here, he knew it.

He took a seat in the middle of the clearing floor, lying down on his back with his paws behind his head and staring up at the treetops overhead. His tail thumped softly against the ground as his mind swam with all the raunchy memories he could muster, that special spot between his legs beginning to tingle and pulse to life...

There was only one question on his mind: who would get to see the place first?

He snickered to himself with a hazy grin, his paw slipping down his underbelly toward that plump, throbbing sheath. A claw slid over the gray fur, jostling his pulsing balls between his legs. A bit of red showed itself at the opening, that gray-furred sheath beginning to widen as his libido woke up completely, his mind filled with a flood of lustful ideas. He hardened up slowly in his own grip, and he lost track of what his paw was doing, slipping completely into his own mind as his cock slipped slowly out of its dwelling, his heart beating faster and harder against his chest by the second, and that deep, familiar scent hitting his nose. That scent wasn’t his...

He knew exactly who to grab first.

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Mooch’s den was easy enough to find: after all, he’d been there before and knew the area like the back of his paw. He knew his friends’ routines and their usual places like clockwork, so figuring that Mooch would soon be coming out of that little hole at the base of a rocky outcropping was so easy that even a pup could do it. He leaned up against the side of the entranceway, front legs folded like he’d seen the humans do when they were in a particularly-suave mood, and waited for his moment. As fun as jumping out and pinning the larger wolf down on the ground, to immediately have his way with him and break him in again, sounded, he knew he’d have to be a bit more discrete. He didn’t want the others to get word of their little surprise, after all. That would just spoil half the fun.  

So he waited, holding back the urge to whistle or hum to himself to pass the time, watching the sun like a clock overhead. Any minute now…

But his patience finally paid off, and Mooch did eventually emerge from the den. Humphrey’s lips twisted into a bit of a smirk; he’d forgotten just how nice Mooch’s coat looked in the sun. It was almost as shining and beautiful as Kate’s, and it made his heart flutter. He cleared his throat loudly to catch his attention.

“Hey! Mooch!” He grinned, his hair rustled a little bit by a passing breeze. “Been a while, huh? How’ve you been?!”

Mooch turned on the spot and stumbled a bit, clearly holding back a surprised jump. He grinned back at him, excitement twinkling in his eyes. Before Humphrey knew it, he was being rammed up against the rock wall behind him, his bones being crushed in the strongest bear-hug he’d ever felt.

“Haha, Humphrey!” Mooch laughed, lifting his skinny friend off the ground with the sheer force of his hug alone. “It’s been forever! Where have you been?!”

Humphrey winced, unable to reply. “Mooch… you’re, uh… I think you’re crushing my spine…!!”

Mooch let go of his grip, dropping Humphrey right down onto the ground with a thud.  

“Oh, uh… sorry!”

Humphrey cracked his neck with a wince before sitting down like a normal wolf; that posture was hard to keep up anyway.

“No problem, buddy. But how have you been? The wife’s been keeping me busy!”

Mooch chuckled. It was less like a laugh and more like a rumbling boom.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot you were married! Is Kate everything you thought she’d be?” He ribbed Humphrey in the side, grinning a sly grin of his own. Humphrey only chuckled back.

“Oh yeah, she’s great. The best wolf in the world. But how have you been?” Humphrey made sure to choose his words carefully from here on out. “Any girlfriends, boyfriends?”

Mooch rolled his eyes with a scoffing chuckle. “Pfft, yeah, I wish. You got lucky, man.”

Humphrey returned the scoff with a kind of mock-humility. “What? Me? No! I mean, when you’re married, you kinda get tied down. If you get what I mean.”

Mooch gave another one of his deep chuckles, plopping his rump down next to Humphrey on the ground. “Oh, really? Is she that kind of wolf? Y’know, the jealous type?”

Humphrey sputtered. “What?! Kate?! No way, she’s great! But I do kinda miss not having the leash on. After a while, you kinda miss being ‘Humphrey the Ladies’ Man’!”

“Oh yeah, ‘Humphrey the Bachelor!’” Mooch snickered, ribbing Humphrey in the side again. It hurt this time around. “His reputation precedes him! Wherever he goes, the girls follow! I remember that; the good old days.”

“Yeah, when we were still horny little pups.” Humphrey chuckled, rubbing his side. There was a bit of a silence between them as Humphrey chose his next words. Now was the perfect time for a proposal, he could smell it. “Almost makes you wanna go back to those days, huh?”

Mooch chuckled softly, grinning to himself as he slid down the side of the wall, paws behind his head. “You bet, I’d give anything to have some of that old fun again.”

Humphrey let out yet another snicker, trying his hardest to make it sound nostalgic and not devious like it really was. “Hey, Mooch. Remember when he used to… y’know, experiment with each other. Now those were the good old days.”

Mooch sighed wistfully, a deep, rumbling sigh. “You got that right, Mr. Bachelor. Remember how we used to hang out in that clearing and… have fun till we couldn’t walk anymore?!”

Humphrey chuckled, just a little deeper than before. “You bet I do. Well, I always got to walk home, since… y’know!”

Mooch snickered back at him, his little tail starting to swish against the dirt beneath them. “Oh yeah, how could I forget ‘Humphrey the Top’? ‘Humphrey the Stud!’ ‘Humphrey the I-Never-Bottom-So-Don’t-Ask-Me’!”

Humprey let out a genuine, loud laugh. ‘Haha, yep, that was me! Top all the way, never bottom! Those were some fun times.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while, their heads both filled with a rush of ideas and memories. Humphrey resisted the urge to snicker to himself, watching his friend’s wagging tail pick up speed.

‘So,” Humphrey began slowly, choosing his words perfectly. “You said you’d give ‘anything’ to have those days back?”

Mooch grinned to himself, picking up the subtle slyness in his friend’s tone. “You bet your tail I would. You have no idea how much I miss that…”

Humphrey propped himself up on an elbow, leaning on his side and looking Mooch in the face. “I think I do, actually. Don’t tell the others, but I stumbled across the old spot today, and I thought…”

Mooch gasped, a paw over his mouth. “No way, you didn’t! How does it look?!”

Humphrey snickered, smirking like he usually did when things got heavy. “It’s perfect. Looks just like it was when we hung out there. Y’know, in the good old days? Maybe just for old times’ sake, we could… y’know, go check it out! If you get me.”

Mooch couldn’t help but grin, even as suspicion no doubt welled up in his belly. “You’re not thinking… Humphrey, you’re married! What would Kate think? Even if it was just a one-time thing?!”

Humphrey patted Mooch’s chest, feeling his heart pound against his bones. “Don’t worry, she’s okay with it. We’re going through a little patch right now, so it’s all cool with her. Besides, it’ll be fun!”

Mooch’s brow furrowed by a tad. “Well, if Kate’s with it, I guess it could be fun…” His brow unfurled itself, his eyes widening. “Yeah… yeah, I like it! Oh man, this is gonna be so much fun…! When do we meet up? Now? Later?”

Humphrey chuckled genuinely to himself, making his way to standing and patting Mooch’s shoulder. “How does an hour from now sound? You can go get ready, and I’ll wait here. We can go there together when you get back.”

Mooch smiled excitedly, jogging off in a seemingly-random direction. “You got it, buddy! You just wait right there, I’ll be right back. Oh, I can’t believe I’m doing this…!”

Humphrey snickered to himself; Mooch sounded like he’d just been asked out on a date, and it was once of the cutest things he’d ever seen. He sat his rump down on the ground again, tapping his foot and humming to himself while he waited…

The walk back to the Usual Spot was long and loud, both wolves sharing their stories and memories in the privacy of the little path. They walked along that little road step by step, Mooch running into a branch or tripping over the occasional root as they talked and laughed and stopped to catch their breath from the constant fits of nostalgic laughter. Eventually though, they turned the final corner, their paws finding the end of the path, Mooch’s eyes going wide as he peered into the clearing.

“Wow…” He whispered in awe. “It hasn’t changed a bit! Two years and it looks just the same as it did when we were pups!”

Humphrey smiled to himself, ushering his friend inside with a wave of his paw. “You go in first, buddy. Ready to relive some memories?”

He followed Mooch over the little shrubby threshold, lagging behind and allowing his eyes to wander all over his friend’s large form; he’d almost forgotten how nice Mooch’s rump looked, all big and wide and bouncy. The chubby Omega’s little tail swished idly behind him as he checked out the clearing, smiling as wide as he was able to, and Humphrey smirked to himself.

He had expected getting him here to be harder. But here he was, all ready to become putty in    his paws; just like the good old days.

Humphrey made his way into Mooch’s field of vision, tail swishing and hips swaying. He peered over his shoulder, letting his lips curl into a deep, sexy smirk and his eyes lid just a tad. He couldn’t help but notice the red tint to his friend’s blonde muzzle, how his eyes snapped right to his ample, prized rump, following his tail like the pendulum of a clock.

“You ready to get started, big boy?” Humphrey leered, swaying his hips just that little extra bit. True to his suspicions, Mooch’s eyes swung with his rump, the obvious blush on his face growing stronger and deeper.

“Y-yeah, of course!” The portly wolf stammered, shaking his head from side to side, trying desperately to shake out his fogged mind. He cleared his throat, biting his lip with a whine as Humphrey backside swayed in front of his eyes. Humphrey’s smirk widened, and he took a few steps back, Mooch’s blush only growing redder. He could practically feel his breathing speed up. He chuckled deeper than usual, giving his tail a swish behind that bubble butt of his.

“I can see you staring, you know.” Humphrey grinned slyly, bumping his rump a bit to the side. It jiggled, right in Mooch’s face. “What, something catch your eye back there~?”

Mooch cleared his throat again, gulping audibly with a bit of a shiver. “I, uh… No, I’m not staring! It’s just that… wow, that’s a big butt!”

Humphrey bit his lip and chuckled, giving it a wiggle. “Oh yeah? You think my ass is big?” He smirked deeper, wider, his eyes lidding more. “That’s good, ‘cause I worked real hard on it~”

Mooch looked like he might explode from all that blush. “Yeah!” He blurted. “Yeah, I do! You’re rump, it’s just so… when did it get so big?!”

Humphrey chuckled, a little bit less devious this time, even as he took another step backward to force that huge, bouncy rump right into Mooch’s blushing face, no doubt filling his fiel of vision to the brim. “Kate likes a guy with a nice rump, so I got one for myself! Looks like it’s got its perks, huh?”

Mooch took a deep, unsteady breath, his eyes glued to that butt that now was nearly all he could see, cheeks and hips and tail and all, working together in unison to be as large and imposing as the skinny wolf could make them. And if there was one thing Humphrey was good at, it was showing off. “Yeah, I bet it does…!”

Humphrey bumped his hips sharply to the right, those two gray-furred cheeks jiggling against each other as his tail swished behind him, accentuating its curves and motion. “So, where should we start, huh? Got any good ideas~?”

Mooch gulped once again, stammering over his words as Humphrey’s rump was back up further into his face, teasing him, drawing him in. From Humphrey’s point of view, it was like Mooch was on a hook, drawn closer and closer to that big, prized rump with every jiggle and wiggle, every ripple and sway. “Well, maybe a few…! But, I… um....!!””

“C’mon.” Humphrey leered, giving that ass a teasing wiggle, mere inches from his friend’s muzzle. “Let’s hear them. What’s the matter? Is my big ass too much for you~?”

Mooch shook his head, trying in vain to shake off the lust like he would water from his coat. “N-no! It’s not too big for me! It’s just… I thought you were a top! But now you’re all presenting to me, and I… I don’t know how to top! You never let me try…!”

A silence fell between them, just like it did back at the den. Humphrey cocked a brow after what seemed like an eternity of wait, that huge butt caught between them, in limbo, as he cracked a mocking smirk.

“Funny, I don't remember asking you to top!” Humphrey teased with a knowing, mocking grin, turning to the side to whack Mooch’s nose softly with his tail, and robbing him of that big rump he was so entranced by. “Oh right, that’s ‘cause I didn’t ask! Don’t know where you got that idea from.” He turned on the spot, their noses almost touching. Mooch shrunk back in the presence of his friend’s sexy, sensual smirk, walking backward as Humphrey advanced on him step by step. “Now, what was your role back in the day again?” He snapped his fingers, his fangs gleaming with a predatory grin as Mooch’s backside pressed firmly up against a tree, the big guy melting in his gaze. The blush grew stronger, his mouth hung open, his heart pounded against his chest so hard that Humphrey could feel it. But then again, they were almost touching muzzles.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! You were my little slutty bitch. And you know what’s funny about that…?” Humphrey’s voice was taken down to a whisper, Mooch’s slowly taking a seat as he melted into the ground, hind legs splayed apart and tail curled between his legs, Humphrey’s hot breath on his twitching ear.  

“You always will be. Now, are we gonna start, or not~?”

Mooch peered up at Humphrey from his new position. The skinnier wolf, smaller by all accounts (except for where it counted), loomed over him, casting him in his deep shadow. Humphrey’s blue eyes sparkled as he looked him over, from his nervously-grinning face to his cute, fuzzy belly, to his tail-obscured sheath, all the way to the base of his tail. He would say that that last spot was his prize, but this was Mooch he was talking about; every part of his body belonged to him back in the day, and now, it seemed like they were his again.  

His for the taking in any way he saw fit; any way at all. And judging from the way Mooch’s eyes were devouring his body also, from his head and scruffy mane, to his hypnotic rump and swishing tail, he agreed. He bumped his hips to the side especially-hard, bouncing his ass one more time for good measure, and backed off a bit to give him a fuller, better view.

“I’d ask if you like what you see,” Humphrey began with a smirk. “But I already know the answer! You love it. Dontcha~?” He wiggled his hips from side to side, feeling the larger wolf’s gaze fall between his slight splayed hind legs and right on his most prized possession. Well, his second most prized possession at any rate. His plump sheath and large, sloshing balls swung beneath him as one unit; where one went, the other went as well, side to side, up and down against his belly with soft, fur-deafened slaps. Humphrey chuckled, knowing that he would be hearing a lot more of those kinds of slaps soon enough. “Y’know, when your dom asks you a question, you answer, pup. Now, I’m gonna ask again.” He leaned back in, Mooch’s anxious grin contorting with discomfort as he pressed his back firmly against the bark of the tree behind him.

“Do you like what you see?!” Humphrey’s words came out slowly, with a growl that would have made an Alpha run for their lives. He could feel Mooch’s heartbeat from where he stood, nose to nose with his little bitch again after all this time, feel his nervous gulp in his own throat. He waited, blowing a puff of air onto Mooch’s face just to try and rile him, and watching him wince as it stung his eyes.

“Y-yes…!” Mooch squeaked, his breaths coming quick and short. “I do…!”

“Oh, really?” Humphrey’s domineering growl melted back into the slyest, silkiest smirk he could muster, blowing a stand of mane out of Mooch’s face. “Well, if you like my body so much, why not…” Humphrey snickered slightly to himself, holding his final words like a scrap of meat over a hungry pup. He wiggled his rump a bit, using the momentum as a springboard to rear himself up onto his hind him, bracing his front paws against the trunk of the tree a good foot or so above Mooch’s head. His friend’s gaze didn’t move, Mooch’s hot breath gliding over his bits between his legs, over his sheath and balls that dangled right next to his muzzle.

“...get to work? Like the good little bitch you are~?”

Humphrey turned his eyes downward, watching from above as Mooch took his first lick. His heart pounded in his chest, his loins stirred like they hadn’t in months, that familiar tingle spreading all throughout his bottom half as a soft, warm, velvety tongue dragged itself across his balls, all the way up from the bottom, across his sheath to the very tip. Mooch’s tongue flicked off of the tip the moment it could, immediately returning to the bottom to do it all again, his blood pumping and sheath growing with every lick and slobber of spit. And slobber he did; by the time that Humphrey’s length was truly beginning to show itself, Mooch’s breath coming faster and heavier against it, his balls and sheath were not just wetted with spit, but dripping with it in wet droplets that hit the forest floor with wet plap’s. He watched Mooch’s ear twitch as he snickered from above, grinding his hips forward, his infamously-big canine cock rapidly growing from this point on. It wouldn’t be long until he was fully hard; with Humphrey it never took long at all…

“Hmm, yeah, that’s it, bitch~” Humphrey growled, that familiar feeling of blood rushing through his flesh, his length hardening inch by inch within sucking distance of Mooch’s muzzle. “Look at that cock! Don’t lie to me, pup, you missed it~”

Humphrey saw him nod, and that was good enough for him. For now. He fully expected him to scream later.

“Heheh, I knew you would! Just like the good old days, huh?”

Something in him clicked. Or rather, something between his legs sent him a very familiar, very welcome message. The heaviness, the weight, the full feeling between his hind legs, the noticeable, sticky dribble at his tapered tip, it could only mean one thing; Humphrey was at full mast, and he was raring to go. No more waiting, no more teasing. It was time to get going, for real.

“Well, little bitch, you ready to get broken in again~?” He just barely growled, thrusting his hips in just the perfect way to slap that impressive length against his friend’s nose and lips. And judging by the badly-concealed moan that shook his balls and cock with its timber, he was right on the mark. “You see all that cock, pup? That’s ten inches of pure dick. And you know what? Kate loves it. Open up~”

Humphrey watched intently from above, eyes narrowing like the predator he was. His eyes and nerves worked in tandem with each other, the familiar velvety texture of Mooch’s warm, hungry tongue slipping along the underside of his cock, the pleasurable tingle filling up all ten inches until the tip hit his knot. That powerful oral muscle, belonging to such a skilled, subby wolf, held his length on it like a platter, that warm slickness of his lip pressing soundly, steadily against his leaking tip. Then, in a moment that made Humphrey’s heart jump in his chest, Mooch’s muzzle parted around him, slipping his cock inch by inch into that wonderful, warm, wet mouth.

Humphrey bit his lip, restraining himself; he didn’t want Mooch to hear him moan, not yet, and it was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. By the end of the day, maybe even the night if he had to, he would hear Mooch call out his name, and until then, he would be the dommiest wolf his friend had ever seen. Just like in the good old days.

But restraining himself, holding in the urge to moan out of pure pleasure, was getting harder by the second. Mooch’s mouth was just as skilled as it was back in the day, and it took his long, girthy dick into its depths with no delay or restraint. It was like Mooch had already lost himself to that all-to-familiar lustful haze, the kind of fog that makes a wolf forget even their own well-being or safety or basic needs. They were both more familiar with it than any wolf should ever be. His length tingled and pulsed and throbbed inside that hot, tight mouth, only growing hotter and tighter the deeper Mooch took him. Suckles and gulps along every half-inch he could find grabbed him and pulled him deeper, and Humphrey could already feel his own fluids mixing with Mooch’s sticky spit as he leaked right onto his taste buds, spurring him on with that salty, musky taste.

Or, at least, that’s what the others told him precum tasted like. He was a top through and through, he had never tried it. And if he had his way, he never would.

He watched intently, smirking down at his friend with a deep growl, as inch after inch of that thick cock disappeared into such a tight, hungry mouth, curving down into his throat. Humphrey was no stranger to blowjobs, Kate did killer ones after all, but Mooch’s throat was truly something else: tight, but still giving his room to breath, warm and soft, but fleshy and smooth. Kate had nothing on this, and a part of him knew that from the moment he married her. His paws clamped down on Mooch’s ears, pulling him close with a snicker while he drove his hips forward, watching his narrowed eyes as all of that cock quickly sped down his throat. The tubby Omega below him gagged loudly, holding back a choking gasp, pre leaking and oozing and spurting down into his belly.

Humphrey’s cock throbbed more and more with each gag, the final stretch making its way inside that warm throat at a snail’s pace. He slowed his hips down to a crawl, taking his time with the final three inches gradually, painfully-slowly, slipped into Mooch hungry, greedy mouth. The larger wolf’s eyes went wide, a gasping gag caressing that shaft rammed down his gullet, when Humphrey’s knot pressed firmly against his lips. The thing was massive to say the very least, each gland the size of a large, balled, human fist. It seemed that no matter where Mooch looked, Humphrey would always be huge in one way or another, even as that humongous knot smacked against his muzzle. Humphrey felt his friend’s ears twitch when he chuckled down at him.

“You doing okay there, pup?” He teased, slapping his knot against Mooch’s maw with a short, powerful thrust; the first of the day. “Think you can handle all that cock? I think you can!”

Mooch only nodded rapidly, Humphrey’s cock throbbing in time with his quickened pulse.

“That’s a good boy. Suck it, bitch!” He snarled, pulling his hips back by a couple of inches, the red, veiny flesh of his shaft shining with spit. The sunlight from above glinted off of it, and it might as well have been made of glass from the glint it gave off. Mooch winced, the light hitting his eye for a split second, like a blinding flash… before Humphrey’s hips rammed forward, slamming every inch of that well-endowed length right back into his mouth. A fleshy slap hit Humphrey’s ears as his knot rammed right onto those plump lips, his friend’s head bobbing up and down from the impact for a few solid seconds afterwards.

But the feeling of his knot being rammed into his lips was nothing compared to the suckling now engulfing his cock. Mooch’s lips, tongue, and throat went into overdrive with just a few simple words, gulping down that cock like a pup suckles on a teat. Even with Mooch’s face being held by his ears against his underbelly, the subby wolf beneath him still found the room to bob his head back and forth, slipping inches of his shaft in and out of his hot mouth before taking them right back in again and again. Humphrey growled one more time, snarling and baring his fangs with a forceful blast of hot breath that ruffled that blonde mane beneath his muzzle. Who would have thought that Mooch would be so good, after so long? And with such little practice for two years? He never could have predicted just how good this would feel, how skilled his friend’s mouth was even after all this time. The way he took everything he had to give instantly, without resistance or complaint, the way he skillfully executed every order and command to the letter on pure muscle memory alone; it was like being a pup again, like Mooch was born for this.

He couldn’t wait for what was to come next. He still had more plans for him.

“Fuck yeah, pup…!” Humphrey groaned, fangs gritted and shaft overloading with precum with every bob of Mooch’s muzzle. “You love that fat cock, huh? Just like the good old days, huh? Bet you missed this so much! I know I did~” Humphrey’s fangs glinted with a sly gleam, his vision seeming to slow down as Mooch’s muzzle pulled back on his length one last time.

He snickered, whether internally or externally, he couldn’t tell. It would be the last bob Mooch made of his dick for the rest of the day. An idea took root in his head, a plan to advance to the next stage of the plan. He seized the moment.

Mooch’s muzzle drew back, only by a couple of inches, but it was more than enough. The back of his head pushed just that extra bit closer to the truck of the tree behind him, and Humphrey’s primal instincts leapt into action. A single, rough slam of Humphrey’s hips sent him ramming back against the tree behind him, his skull slamming painfully into the bark and wood. He seemed dazed, and Humphrey took the opportunity to regain control. His razor claws dug into the bark above Mooch’s head. He panted slowly, heavily, like a beast of burden working his tail off as his hips got to work, ramming and slamming away at Mooch’s tight, warm mouth without restraint or mercy. Smack upon smack filled the clearing, snarls and growls and choking gags sounded off between the two of them as Humphrey absolutely wrecked his mouth from the outside with the sheer force of his hips.

“Fuck yeah, bitch…! Take my cock, just like that! I’m gonna fuck this mouth so hard~!”

All Mooch could do now was sit and wait for Humphrey to finish, his tongue swirling and gulping around his shaft. Humphrey’s hips became a blur of gray, his knot ramming against his friend’s jaw so fast that he almost worried about breaking his teeth.

“Bet you want this big fuckin’ knot, huh, dontcha? Bet you want me to tie it with your mouth, right? Well…”

A couple more rams of his hips followed, the final part of his thought hanging in suspense. At this point, Humphrey had no idea whether the dirty talk was even meant for Mooch any more, or was just another way of stroking his libido. Whatever the reason behind it, he didn't care right now. All he cared about was breaking this little bitch in for good.

“Too bad.” He spat, his eyes narrowing like a hungry beast. “I’ve got other plans for this knot, bitch!”

His balls stung from the constant, crashing impacts with Mooch’s chin, those sloshing orbs flying up with every hammering thrust, only to smack noisily against the underside of that blonde muzzle. The pain didn’t matter to him, if anything it only made the pleasure more intense. Every thrust came slightly harder than the last, Mooch’s gulps and swallows and milking tongue only getting stronger and more skilled the longer it went on. Pre and spit rolled off of his chin in globs, staining his belly and fur with every pull back of Humphrey’s slamming hips.

But beneath all the dirty-talk, all the growls, all the snarls and facefucking, Humphrey began to feel that familiar feeling well up inside him. It was like a creeping build-up, a pressure in his balls. A desire for release. It had crept up on him slowly at first, pleasure filling his body from head to toe. His hips sped up, his thrusts became more erratic and less rhythmic, his body tensed. His cock throbbed more and more, Mooch’s gulping intensifying around his tip as he swallowed more and more pre, overflowing over his lips. His balls contracted and pulsed in their gray-furred sack, and he felt it. He knew that feeling all too well.

It was all about to come crashing down. Crashing down on top of him in a wave of bliss that he could hardly control. His climax approached like a thundering, speeding train, and when it hit, he hoped that Mooch could handle it all. No, he knew it. He knew he could.

But now wasn’t the time. He did all he could to hold it back; breathing deeply, slowing his thrusts, trying to wrench his mind back to reality, to part the haze. At first, it didn’t seem to work, the pressure, the pleasure, was just too strong, and he felt the pull get stronger the longer he resisted. He wanted - no, needed - to blow, to release that pressure in one sweet burst. But he held it back, clamped down it. Now wasn’t the time, he would save it for later. It couldn’t end so soon; he wouldn’t allow it. What kind of top would he be if he couldn’t even control his orgasms? Mooch would never look at him the same way again...

That was all the motivation he needed. He put a lid on that incoming climax, slowed that train to a crawl along with his hips, his tip being yanked from Mooch’s maw with a sloppy, wet pop. He looked down at him, panting harder than ever before, watching as Mooch’s dazed, gaped mouth hung open, spit and pre connecting his lips to his shaft with webs of sticky fluids.

“You doing okay down there, pup…?” He asked, drawing in a deep breath. He had only just noticed how hard his heart was beating, slamming against his ribs as his cock jumped and spurted, begging for release. He denied it. “I hope I didn’t hit you too hard…!”

Mooch blinked a few times, shaking the daze off. He gulped one final time, swallowing one last load of pre and spit as Humphrey’s eyes met his, blue staring into amber, and both of them tired.

“No, I’m… I’m fine!” Humphrey smirked down at him, hearing how his words came in panting gasps. “Holy…! That was good…! Man, I missed this…”

Humphrey’s tired face quickly regained its composure, the skinny Omega up above chuckling darkly as his hips thrusted forward, his cock and knot slapping Mooch upside the muzzle with wet, fleshy slaps, his eyes still glue to every inch of that dick. It shone with spit, the light gleaming off of it more than ever now.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, pup.” Humphrey leered, the smacks of flesh on fur making his ears tingle, images and ideas playing out in his head of all the things he could do to him in an hour alone. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

Mooch blinked again, his mind clearly still dazed and slow. “...You’re not? What’s next…?!”

Humphrey smirked toothily, pushing his front paws off of the tree and landing squarely on all fours, that sizable cock swaying beneath him. Mooch still couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. Humphrey gave him a once over with his eyes, marveling at what a disheveled, slutty mess he had become in the last few minutes alone, as he sat that big rump of his down on the clearing floor.

“Oh, I’ll show you. Get that fat ass in the air and I’ll show you what I have in mind! Trust me, you’re gonna love this one~”

“Butt in the air…” Mooch mumbled under his breath, looking off to the side with a barely-concealed blush. “Got it...”

Humphrey watched on, impressed by his obedience as he did as he was told, rolling over onto his belly. His tail swished excitedly behind him as he peered over his shoulder, lowering his chest to the ground and hiking that fat, blonde rump up into the air. Humphrey sat back and admired for what seemed like minutes, his tongue dragging its way across his muzzle while he took in every curve and flabby jiggle of that big, presented ass. Sure, it was no match for his own, but then again…

Really, whose was at this point?

“That’s a good pup.” He chuckled, a devious, biting edge in his voice, like a barbed stinger ready to strike. “Nice to see you can still follow orders. Now, I bet you can guess what happens next~?”

Mooch swallowed hard. If that look on his face, that deep red blush and those pleading, nervous eyes, was anything to go by, he absolutely knew. “Well… you’re gonna…!!” He gasped, unable to put the words together. Humphrey could practically feel his heart racing all the way from the spot where he sat, only growing stronger and faster when he pushed off of his backside and advanced from behind, cock swinging under him.

“I’m gonna what, bitch? What am I gonna do to you? I wanna hear you say it~”

“You’re gonna…!” Mooch bit down hard on his lip, arching his back with a jiggle from his rump, his tail swishing slowly behind him as his blush deepened and his voice went up to a pitiful squeak. “Fuck me…?!”

Mooch cried out with a pained yelp, his tail shooting up just as a shiver shot up his spine. Humphrey’s paw crashed down on his rump with a meaty, deafening smack, striking both cheeks with one wide swat. The wolf that loomed above him, watched on with a bit lip of his own, admiring every last wobble and bounce of flab and fur that that ass could give. Not that it could have compared to his own in a million years, but Mooch was easily a sort of close second. His smirk only grew wider, his shaft and balls giving a simultaneous throb between his hind legs when his wandering eyes finally found his target: right at the base of that blonde, raised tail sat a tiny, puckered tailhole, pink and perfect and waiting for him to pounce on it. It had been so long since he laid eyes on it, but he would never forget it; how it felt around him, how it made his pulse pound. Mooch’s most private orifice, his deep, heady scent hitting his nose for the second time that day.

“You called it, bitch. This big dick’s gonna get slid right up your tail, and you’re gonna take it all. Now, all we gotta do is…”

Mooch’s chest was ground into the dirt, his face sliding uncomfortably close to the tree trunk in front of him, when Humphrey’s front paws slammed down on his back. Humphrey hoisted himself up onto the tubby friend’s rump, his cock crashing down with a wet slap against his rump. He leaned over so that his mouth was right on Mooch’s ear, his voice husky and deep in a growl. That fluffy, blonde tail flattened against its owner’s back, pressed against his back fur by Humphrey’s shaft as it ground between his cheeks, the heat of that hungry hole drawing him in. He bit his lip again, harder this time, desperate to hold back his primal instinct to slam right on in there.

“That’s a good pup, getting your tail out of the way for me like that. I didn’t even have to ask! Good old muscle memory at work, huh, bitch~?” Another slap to his rump sent Mooch into another yelping cry, Humphrey’s cock leaking down between them rumpcheeks as they jiggled and wobbled around him from all sides. He could practically feel Mooch’s eyes shoot wide, clenching his jaw hard against itself, while his hips pulled back, teasing that little, puckered hole with shallow, short, slow pushes against the center. It buckled against his pre-oozing tip, nervous and hungry, that salty fluid dribbling off of his bitch’s unused, neglected balls and onto the ground.

“Thanks for the lubing up back there, pup. Now, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Humphrey growled, eyes narrowed and teeth flashing. His shallow thrusts and teasing pushes ceased for good, replaced by a constant pressure of that shining spit-smeared cock against that anxiously-quivering hole, threatening to push its way inside at any moment now.

Humphrey chuckled one more time, the heat against his tip growing hotter and hotter as the pucker relaxed, his tapered tip finally, after all those long years, slipping slowly into Mooch’s ass.

“This ass is mine!”

Humphrey almost tasted blood from the pressure he was putting on his lip, his fang right on the verge of breaking the skin as the viselike, furnace-hot tightness of Mooch’s insides engulfed his length. The slow, steady pace didn’t last long, since before he knew it, his primal instincts were starting to take over, a little over the first 5 inches sliding into his friend’s long-neglected depths in record time. It was almost like he didn’t care about his wellbeing, the way he speared Mooch with all that cock, slamming the remaining half in without mercy. His knot pressed soundly against Mooch’s rumpcheeks, the blonde curves dented inward from those two massive bulbs at the base of his shaft. He growled wordlessly into Mooch’s ear, snarling like a rabid predator as he pulled back to the tip, ramming right back in without so much as a word of warning or a second of reprieve. Mooch whined and whimpered, his walls pulsing with rhythmless clenches and rapid spasms around his cock, receiving nothing but pounding, hip-shattering thrusts and spurts of hot pre into his depths for the trouble.  

“Nnnngh~” Humphrey groaned, his cock massaged and enveloped on all sides by those skilled depths. Every move he made was countered, enhanced, by Mooch’s own bottoming talents, every thrust met with a slow clench to draw him inward, every spurt of precum met with a spasms to draw more out, every pull outward complimented by a rolling clench as that needy hole desperately tried to draw him back in, not wanting to be free of him for a second. “So tight…! Such a tight ass~!”

Mooch didn’t seem able to respond. He didn’t beg, he didn’t scream. All he could do was moan, getting louder and louder over time, every few thrusts bringing with it a few more decibels, as Humphrey pounded away at him from behind, filling his deepest depths up with every inch of cock, every last drop of precum, that he could muster. Humphrey’s tail swished back and forth behind his own sizable rump, its arc only getting wider as his knot slammed into Mooch’s backside again and again, slaps and smacks and snarls and moans filling the clearing.

It was just like it was two years ago, just like this. Being in that moment, at least for Humphrey, was just like being a preteen pup again, pounding away in all his hormone-fueled, sexually-experimenting fervor, right up his best friend’s tail. The only thing missing were the other two, but he would save them for later. After all, most of the fun they had was in twos or threes at most, rarely together as one squad. So really, this was perfection; as perfect as it could get.

Or so Humphrey thought, anyway. That would change soon. If not that day, then very soon.

His thrusts only came faster and faster, his wordless snarls growing louder, Mooch’s fur bristling under the sheer force of his hot breath blasting his scruff. Mooch’s hole treated him better than he thought it would, miles better, every clench and roll of those tight walls only making them tighter and smoother. It was almost like they were made for him, made to be owned and ruined by him as he saw fit. But one thing was still wrong; Mooch hadn’t screamed his name yet. He chuckled, his shaft filling with pre and pleasure all the while, only growing with every slam. How could he forget?

“C’mon… Bitch!”   Humphrey snapped, his balls swinging and slamming into Mooch’s pair as he ravaged him from behind. “Scream for me…! Take it all!!”

Mooch obliged almost immediately. It was like he was waiting for permission, holding back his true volume and power for when Humphrey said the word. He snickered, his ear twitched, and his cock throbbed like mad in that tight, accepting hole when the pure subby force of his friend’s squealing hit his ears, driving him on to ever greater heights. He slammed harder, those blonde, fat cheeks jiggling around him for longer and with more power, his precum shot faster, harder, hotter, inside him. His heart raced and his pulse pounded faster, his body flooding with adrenaline. The pleasure rose in him, filling every last inch of his body to the brim until he could barely take it anymore. He bit down hard on Mooch’s scruff, pounding his knot against his hole like a jackhammer on concrete, claiming him for his own in every way possible.

“You feel this knot, bitch?!” He growled, Mooch’s furry scruff in his teeth. “This thing means I own you! I bet you like it, huh? I bet you want it!” He rammed his hips forward harder than he ever had before, his cock spurting off so much pre that it was like a busted pipe, firing off round after round of the stuff into the deepest depths Mooch’s hole had to offer. His knot slammed hard against that stretched, gaped ring as it quivered and clenched against it, steadily pressing forward just like his tip before it. “I know you wanna get claimed by this cock! Well, you know what…?!”

Humphrey rammed his hips forward one last time, feeling that one little touch of give that he needed; the silent ‘yes’ he was looking for. Mooch’s squealing screams only made the point clearer, even if he couldn’t say it.

“I fuckin’ want it too~”

Humphrey wasted no more time; there was no more time to waste. He felt his balls contract and pulse, sloshing with his seed. He felt his cock throb and pulse deeper than it had in moths, ready to blow. All the pleasurable signals his body could create flooded him, and he began to see stars on the edges of his vision. His hearing turned into a ring, his eyes rolled up, his knot began to be engulfed by a hot, slick tightness. On the edge of his broken, slurred hearing, he could just barely make out screams; squeals and verbals pleas for “your knot!” and “more, please!”. His earlier near-climax came back with a burning vengeance, and before he could stop himself, his hips rammed forward one final time, his massive, bulbous knot filling Mooch’s precum-slicked hole in an instant. He would only later realize that it was already halfway in by that time; he was too out of it to notice. His eyes fluttered closed, another snarling growl echoed out from his throat, and he finally made what felt like the greatest decision of his life.

He let go.

His climax slammed into him with the power of a freight train going hundreds of miles per hour. The wind was pounded out of him when the release hit him, his sloshing balls draining themselves dry as his tip erupted inside his friend’s long-neglected hole. He lost count of how much cum he unloaded into Mooch’s ass, not that he was counting, or whether he was still thrusting. He couldn’t tell, and he didn’t care. All Humphrey cared about now was the momentous release coursing through his body. His cock exploded in blasts of white-hot seed, his hole clenched and spasmed under his tail as wildly as Mooch’s did around his knot, and he saw stars even with his eyes shut tight. He had no idea how long it lasted, he was too blissed-out for his perceptions to even work at all, and by the time it was over, he had never felt more exhausted.

The world came back to him bit by bit, his senses returning in a quick rush. He blinked his eyes open, wincing in the light and finding himself slumped over, golden his fur in his mouth. He had completely collapsed over his friend’s back in his afterglow, tongue lolling out in the open air. He hasn’t even thought about it up until now, but he just then realized how quickly he was breathing, how hard he was panting. His breaths came rapidly and deeply, his chest sore and lungs burning. His hips were immobile, sore and burnt out like never before. His tail idly thumped against his own rump as he attempted to catch his breath, a vaguely-painful shock going slowly up and down his embedded length. Every part of him was sore in some way, but he chuckled weakly.

It was totally worth it.

“Hey, uh… Mooch.” Humphrey whispered, patting his friend’s head between the ears. “You okay down there?”

Mooch groaned sleepily. Either that, or out of pain, he couldn’t tell.

“Y-yeah… I’m okay…”

“You tired? I am.” Humphrey found himself yawning in the middle of his reply, a wave of fatigue washing over him to replace the subtle, sore pain.

“Yeah, I’m… tired.” Mooch sighed, his body limp against the ground, even with his ass in the air.

“Well, uh… have fun?” Humphrey forced a grin, a cute one instead of his usual dominant smirk. He got the feeling he wouldn’t be wearing it for a while.

Mooch sighed with an exhausted groan. “You bet… Humph…! How did we… go so long without this…?!”

Humphrey sighed, almost wistfully despite his overwhelming exhaustion. “No idea, buddy… No idea!”

Another bout of silence fell between them again, the world still wide awake around them. The telltale sounds of nature went on around them, even though they were so tired. Birds chirped (no doubt complaining about how loud they were to their neighbours the next tree over), the wind rustled the trees and brush, and the world kept turning. To Humphrey, it was surprisingly peaceful, even if it was just the afterglow talking.

“So, uh…” Humphrey began. “Should I pull out?”

Mooch let out a weak chuckle, his hole giving a little clench. “You can try. Might wanna wait a while, though…”

Humphrey chuckled back at him, shaking as much tiredness as he could off of him in preparation for a bit of movement. He mentally readied himself, and when he was as ready as he was going to be, pushed his front paws off of Mooch’s rump, turning on the spot on the way down, and falling chest-first onto the forest floor beneath him. He chuckled over his shoulder, admiring how much bigger his ass looked in comparison to Mooch’s when they pressed together like that, his knot and shaft still buried inside his friend’s hole. Now lying in identical positions, Humphrey let out a sigh and let that same tiredness come over him again.

“Think we maybe… shouldn’t tie next time?” Humphrey asked with a guilty grin. “I think I might’ve gotten a little carried away!”

Mooch didn’t respond. A second later, on the edge of his hearing, he could just barely make out a deep snore. Humphrey chuckled to himself.

“Man, no stamina on that guy! Guess we’re gonna have to fix that…”

Humphrey folded his front legs in front of him, resting his head on his forelegs like a makeshift pillow, and allowing the exhaustion to finally take him. He allowed himself to rest easy, knowing that this was not the end, but just a new kind of beginning. He scrawled a little check mark in the dirt with a claw, peaking open an eye to take a look at it in the sunlight beamed down from above.

“One down, Fenrir-knows how many to go.” He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes again and finally, at last, allowing sleep to pull him away from the world.

He smiled lovingly for the first time that day, his heart fluttering in his chest.

“Thanks, Kate.”