The light of the moon flanked Humphrey as he staggered his way into the den, his form glowing on the edges like a silver lining. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, and his body was sore, no doubt dripping with the smells of sex. But as tired and ready for bed as he was, he couldn’t help but feel perked up as Kate stirred in her corner, golden coat shimmering and eyes sparkling in the light. She yawned softly, making her way up into a sit.

“Welcome home, handsome.” She said, tossing a few loose bones into the corner. The ones on top of the pile still had some meat on them. “I saved you some dinner. How was your day, hmm?” She seemed to chuckle a bit, in that way she always did when she was in that certain mood.

He could smell her from a mile away: that scent, that smell that enticed him in the best way. Her heat was radiating off of her like the smell of honey, intoxicating like alcohol. He shook it off, his loins stirring against his will while he held them back. He thought of Mooch, and they throbbed just as hard; not quite pumping to life yet, but close. The fatigue in his hips saw to that.

Humphrey’s eyes bulged for a moment as he shook that scent out of his nose, and he flashed her a tired smile as he made his way over to his next meal. His stomach grumbled at him; he hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and all the exertion had starved him.

“Thanks, babe.” He said, tearing a healthy shred of meat off the caribou bone in his teeth. “But yeah, it went well! Caught up with an old friend, did some stuff.”

He could feel the tension between them, Kate’s interest like sparks in the air as he ate.

“Oh yeah?” She grinned, that sultry tone that he was so familiar with caressing his ear like a paw. His ear flicked, his loins stirring again. Just being around her… it was almost too much. “What kind of stuff? Do anything… fun?”

Humphrey chuckled. He had no idea she would be so interested in what he did behind her back, but if she wanted to know… he finished off that bone, picking it clean before replying with a smirk over his shoulder, making sure not to let a single spot of red blotch his fangs or muzzle. He suckled the remaining juices off his fangs, licking his muzzle clean with a wipe of his paw before casting a toothy smirk over his shoulder, giving his backside a little sway. He could feel Kate’s eyes on his most prized possession already.

“Oh, you wanna know, do you?” He leered, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight, even that far back in the den. He saw her nod, returning the look with anticipation. “Well, yeah, I had some fun. Mooch and I did a little… hanging out today. Had a lot of fun.”

Kate’s fang gleamed in the light as she bit her lip, her tail swishing behind her on the cave floor. That smell only grew stronger, her arousal only growing more physical as all sorts of images all no doubt took root in her head.

“You did, did you?” He leered. “With Mooch? The big guy? Was he fun?”

Humphrey chuckled back at her, more like a sly snicker.

“Oh yeah, you bet he was! That guy’s got the best mouth. What’s under his tail’s even better if you ask me.”

Kate shuddered, and the smell of her heat only made Humphrey want to lose control. He slipped away from her by only a foot or two, trying to restrain himself. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his life.

“Really?” She asked, as if they were talking about something a little less interesting, something more casual than extra-marrital sex. “Tell me all about it, Humphrey! Sounds like you had a lot of fun.”

Humphrey snickered to himself, lying on his back and reclining against the den wall, checking his claws in the moonlight. The bark of that tree had chipped the edges, and he sharpened them on a rock as he talked.

He told her everything. Not a single detail went unsaid. He told her everything she wanted to know about Mooch: his mouth, his tail, the way he melted under him like putty in his paws. Every word only seemed to draw her in more, and that smell intensified the more he spoke. Humphrey had his suspicions as to why she was asking, and the answer was obvious. So obvious that he didn’t need to think about it. But when it was all done and there was no more to tell, Kate just sat back with a satisfied and content giggle.

“What’s funny, babe?” Humphrey asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Said Kate, grinning back at him with a genuine smile. “I’m just glad you had a good time. Remember when I said I wouldn't want you to be left out? I meant that.”

Humphrey returned the look, his cockiness melting away into a look of pure, unadulterated love and appreciation. “Thanks a lot, Kate. Love you.” He curled up in that corner, only then realizing just how tired he was when the body-wide fatigue washed over him.

“Love you too, stud.” He winked at him from across the den, watching him gradually slide off into sleep.

And before he knew it, Humphrey’s first day was over. One wolf down, two to go. Then the real fun could start.

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The sun rose the next day, and by the time Humphrey stirred, Kate had already left. He rubbed his eyes, squinting in the light as it filtered through the den’s entryway. He usually woke up earlier than this; Kate had probably let him sleep in. He had been pretty exhausted.

He shook the sleep off of him quickly, taking a deep breath of the fresh spring air outside as he stepped into the daylight. He realized just how rested he was; sleep lifted off him almost immediately, the pain and tiredness in his hindquarters has dissolved completely.  

“Thanks, Kate.” He grinned, trotting off into the nearby woods with one goal in mind. “Crazy what a few extra hours of sleep can do for you!”

Judging by the position of the sun through the trees, it had to be midday. He licked his chops, his stomach growling at him like an Alpha defending his mate.

“And just in time for lunch…”

He smiled to himself, the sun shining off his fur as he made his way down to the valley. He’d need the fuel for what he had planned. And that was just the beginning.

The valley was packed when he arrived. Lunch seemed to be in full swing, with both sides of the united pack sitting around fresh kills: everything from full-on caribou to squirrels and even small fish from the streams nearby. Humphrey made his way down a slope, scanning the area for anyone he knew. Mooch, Salty, Shakey, anyone to share the meal with. Eating by himself was never his style. He picked out Salty’s ashy gray coat out of the crowd in an instant, making his way over to him with a friendly grin and a wave.

“Hey! Salty, my man!” He grinned, taking a seat next to the skinnier, scrawnier wolf just as his jaws had opened for the first bite of his lunch, right in front of a haunch of caribou. His jaws shut tight, his eyes meeting Humphrey’s before his lips curled into a grin.

“Oh, hey, Humphrey!” He said in his scratchy voice. “How’s your day treating you?”

Humphrey shrugged, digging his fangs into the carcass (thankfully, a different bit than Salty had been planning to eat) and ripping a strip of meat from off the bone. He devoured his first bite with a grin and a gulp before responding. Mooch and Shakey shot him waves, Mooch’s mouth filled with food and muzzle bulging at the cheeks. Humphrey returned the wave with a grin, shooting the blonde-furred wolf down the way a subtle wink, before returning his attention to his skinny friend.

“Been great! Didn’t see Kate this morning, she took off early.”

Humphrey wiped the smear of red off his muzzle with the back of his paw before going back for another bite.

“Oh yeah, she’s busy with that whole Alpha thing, huh? Hunting, keeping everything in order? Those wolves really do work hard.”

Humphrey swallowed again, wiping his face another time.

“Yeah, she works real hard.” His lips curled into a soft smile. “And all that exercise really just makes her look sexier every day.”

“Oh yeah, I bet it does.” Salty chuckled. “You got lucky, man.”

Humphrey ribbed him in the side, knocking off of center and away from his next bite.

“Hey, eyes off my wife, man.” He grinned with a twinkle in his eye. “She’s kinda taken!”

Salty nudged his head forward with a barely-concealed smirk, and Humphrey immediately recognized on the other side of the caribou. Reba waved back at him, her dirty-blonde fur shining in the sun as she popped a couple berries into her mouth. A dribble of juice ran down her muzzle, and she gracefully licked it clean in an instant, so fast that Humphrey could barely blink before it was gone.

“Don’t worry, Humph.” Salty grinned slyly at him. “I’m not after your girl. I’ve already got one of my own. Isn’t that right, Reba?”

The wolf across from them nodded with a smile, flipping a bit of mane out of her face. “Oh yeah, we’ve been a thing for a while now. How long has it been, Salty? Hmm?” Her eyes lidded a bit as her smile widened, and Humphrey could practically see the shiver going up his friend’s back.

“About…” Salty began, counting on his toes. “Two months?”

Reba smiled back at them both. “Good, you remembered. I was starting to worry you’d forget that little detail.”

Salty blushed through his fur, looking back at Humphrey. “But yeah, I’ve already got all I need. And is she everything alright…”

Humphrey's stomach twisted into a knot. Damn. If Salty was already taken, then he might have to make a change of plans. Unless…

He tapped Salty on the shoulder.

“Hey, come get a drink with me. Down at the stream. Just a little bro-on-bro time, away from all the noise.”

Salty glanced Reba’s way, and she shot him a nod before going back to her (rather large and extensive) branch of berries. He looked back at Humphrey with a grin.

“Deal. Let’s get going, yeah? Lunchtime’s always so crowded.”

The walk to the stream was much quieter than the overwhelming din in the valley. They climbed up the slope out of the area, leaving the rest of them to their lunches until they heard the soft trickle of water over rocks, gradually getting louder over the sounds of their talking. They went back and forth, trading stories of their women and laughing about every last one of them until, finally, they stopped at the stream’s bank.

“...And I swore she was gonna rip my throat out! Rule number one, Humph: never piss off your girl on a full moon!”

Humphrey chuckled, watching as Salty sat down on the grass beneath them and lowered his muzzle to the cool water below.

“So how long did you have to go without any tail for that one?”

Salty gulped down a greedy mouthful of water, a little dribble making its way down his muzzle.

“Probably, like, a week or three! You know women, you put a toe out of line-”

“And you pay for it.” Humphrey finished his sentence, both their minds on the same exact wavelength. He took his own drink, just in time for Salty to wipe his mouth of the second gulp in a row.

“No kidding, Humph.” Salty reclined on his side, head perked up on a paw. “So, how’s Kate treating you? Y’know, in that department?”

Humphrey felt his stomach flutter, and his loins tighten up with a telltale tingle.

“Well...” he began, racking his brain to find the right words. Anything to pull the conversation in his direction. “You know how ladies get this time of year. All frisky and pumped up all the time? Let’s just say I have to live with that for a while.”

Salty scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Live with it?! Humphrey, are you crazy?! A sexy piece of tail like Kate, going through a heat? You’ve got it made, dude!”

Humphrey rolled his own eyes, trying to keep those images of Kate in all their favorite positions out of his head.

“Yeah, it sounds great and all, but then there’s the whole… y’know, pups thing. She’s crazy about them, and-”

Salty’s jaw practically fell open.

“Whoa, Humphrey, you’re gonna be a dad?! Can’t wait to see how those pups turn out!”

Humphrey shook a paw, along with his head.

“What, me? No, no, no, not yet. We haven’t exactly sealed the deal on that one just yet.”

Salty tilted his head.

“What, you don’t wanna take advantage of that?! Humphrey, you’re so wasting this opportunity, man.”

Humphrey sighed, rolling his eyes again with that same grin.

“Salty, I just… I’m not really in the whole dad mood right now. Kate and I talked about it and we, uh… came to a bit of a compromise!”

Salty’s eyes sparkled for a moment, his grin widening by an nearly-imperceptible amount.

“Oh yeah? What kind of compromise?”

Humphrey gestured with his paws, shrugging a bit.

“Y’know, something that works for both of us! She gets through the heat, I get to… not be a dad just yet. We worked it out.”

“And I guess that’s where the whole boning Mooch thing comes into play, huh?” Salty chuckled, his grin turning just a little bit sly.

“Oh.” Humphrey said, his lips curling into a full-on smirk. “He told you?”

Salty flipped a lock of mane out of his eyes. “Yep, he told us everything! All Shakey and I had to do was ask where he was yesterday and it came right out! Couldn’t keep your paws off him after all this time, huh?”

Humphrey sat his rump down on the grass, leaning back leisurely. “Hey, my wife and I are going through a patch. You know me, I can’t go a week without some fun!”

Salty chuckled, almost reflecting Humphrey’s smirk right back at him. “True that, Humphrey. We all know the way you are. Humphrey The Top, can’t keep his paws off a male for five straight minutes!”

“Isn’t that the truth?” Humphrey grinned. “You should’ve seen Kate and I the night we got married. Damn, can she kill in the sack!”

Salty chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I bet. Bet you can too, with all the practice you’ve been getting.” His smirk widened by a bit as their eyes locked for a split second. “Bet you haven’t lost one bit of that edge, huh? Mooch says you’re better than ever!”

Humphrey swore he could feel his fang biting down on his lip, if only to enhance his smirk. Blue stared into gold for a hot, sparking moment, a different kind of connection latching between the two as the air shifted.

“Hell yeah, I’m better than ever.” The darker wolf bragged, flashing his fangs with a gleam. “Why, you wanna see for yourself?”

Salty reclined on his side, a paw propping up his head as another lock of mane fell into his face. He blew it over his muzzle, spacing out his hind legs to give Humphrey’s eyes the perfect view. Salty’s sheath was already plump and swelling, pulsing to life by the second, and adorned with a little red patch as his tip began to poke through. He could practically feel his friend’s heart race, Humphrey’s gaze landing on those heavy, low-hanging balls that drew him in with a brand-new, but familiar, scent.

“You read my mind, stud.” Salty chuckled lazily. “Show me what you’ve got. I wanna see how well Kate whipped you into shape.”

Humphrey leaning forward, looking Salty dead in the face.

“What about your girlfriend? Wouldn’t she be kinda miffed that we snuck off to bang without telling her?”

Salty rolled his eyes with a huff.

“Don’t worry about it, dude. What we’ve got going on, the humans call it an ‘open relationship’. I see other guys, she sees other girls, we’re cool. Just no nuzzling too hard. Sound familiar?”

Humphrey glanced off to the side, mulling it over for a second. An open relationship; he’d never heard of that one before, but it did seem similar enough. And he knew that Salty would never lie to him, not a million years.

It was perfect.

“Good point.” Humphrey nodded, returning the smirk. “Kate and I gotta try that sometime. Like, for real.” He shook his head, pulling himself back to the topic at hand. “But if we’re gonna have some fun, let’s not do it here. Too public, you get me? And I know just the place.”

Salty’s eyes lit up. “You mean the old spot? Sounds like a blast from the past, my dude. Lead the way, I’ll be right behind you.”

The two set off. Humphrey took the lead, and the two of them passed into the woods, following the old paths of muscle memory.

“Yeah,” Salty leered uncharacteristically. “I’ll be right behind you, cutie-rump.” Humphrey felt Salty’s hot breath on his butt as it jiggled behind him with every step, as clear as day on his fur. Salty never lagged behind, every huff of breath from every exhale tingling the fur of that bouncing ass as they continued to talk, Humphrey regaling him with the gritty details of Mooch’s pounding every step of the way. Humphrey glanced over his shoulder with that same usual smirk, flicking Salty’s nose with his tail and giving his ass a bouncy sway from side to side, smelling the skinnier wolf’s carnal scent grow stronger with every passing tease until they finally arrived.

“Hey, paws off.” He smirked as they stepped into the clearing, sunlight beaming through the trees overhead. Humphrey’s impressive rump shone around the edges in the light, bouncing with a light buck of his hips as he finally came to a stop. “Look all you want, but no touching; you know the rule.”

Salty chuckled. “It’s a little bit harder to follow when it looks this good, man. You sure you don’t wanna, just this once-”

Salty yelped when Humphrey’s tail swatted him on the nose.

“Nope, don’t think I do. Nice try, but that’s rule number one!”

“Good to see ya haven't changed a bit, Humph.” Salty chuckled again, weaker this time, as he rubbed his muzzle.

“Heh,” Humphrey huffed with an upward nudge of his head and a toothy smirk over his shoulder. “Not one bit! I only got better!”

Salty seemed to force himself away from Humphrey’s teasing rump, long enough to come around to his side to stare him right in the face, bumping their hips together with a nudge.

“C’mon and show me, then.” Salty leered, entwining Humphrey’s tail with his own as blue stared into gold. “You always did talk too much.”

“You got me there.” Humphrey said, knocking Salty off to the side with a shrug of his hips. He stared him down as he lowered that fat rump to the forest floor, rolling over onto his back. He brought his legs inward, smirking at Salty between his back legs before his cock sprung into action, already at full mast in all its nearly foot-long glory. He could already feel his friend’s gaze slip over his length, all the way from tapered tip to massive knot, and further down to his plump balls and round ass, like a groping paw squeezing every inch of him.

“You want a taste of this, huh?” His smirk widened, eyes lidding, as a throb went through every inch of that bright red pillar of flesh between his legs. He titled that fat cock forward, aiming its leaking tip directly at Salty as if taking aim in the best way possible. “Well, come and get it, bitch.”

“Aww, man…!” Salty shivered, lowering himself to the ground until his muzzle was on level with that red pillar of a cock, and his hot breath stroked it like a paw. “I love it when you talk like that~”

Humphrey smirked down at him, putting his front paws behind his head, and watching as his cock rebounded to lightly smack Salty on the muzzle. The shaggy wolf only licked his chops, returning Humphrey’s excited glare with one of his own.

“Well, there’s more where that came from, bitch. So get to work!”

Salty chuckled an excited chuckle, staring that cock down like it was his first time, watching as a bead of warm pre slid down its underside in a clear streak.

“You got it, stud~”

Humphrey watched on with steamy delight as Salty quickly took his tip into his mouth. He popped it in like it was nothing, greedily taking the first few inches of his rock-hard length without a care in the world, bobbing that always-slutty mouth down bit by bit. The shaggy Omega’s eyes fluttered closed, clearly lost in the flavors and textures of Humphrey’s raging cock, more and more of that bright red shaft disappearing into that warm, wet maw the more he suckled and gulped. His tongue worked like magic, slobbering and coiling itself around him like the pro he knew he was, savoring every last half-inch like his practice hadn’t missed a day.

He made a note to ask him about that later.

In the meantime, all Humphrey had to do was sit back and relax, smirking smugly as Salty swallowed his cock down to the knot. A moan reverberated through his meat, from deep in his friend’s throat, and a spurt of that warm pre hit his tongue in return, only managing to spur him on. A gulp tugged on Humphrey’s length as Salty swallowed down that load, another one greeting him right away as his lips finally met Humphrey’s knot. That big, fat knot was one of the things Humphrey was most proud of, and every last one of them knew it. They also knew that he knew how to use it… and how to tease it. Humphrey snickered, smirking toothily down at him, submissively moaning around the base of his thick meat, practically begging for it already.

“Oh,” He snickered. “You like that knot, huh? You wanna that big, fat knot stretching your mouth? You wanna feel it fucking your muzzle, you dirty bitch~?”

Shakey nodded as best he could against that dick, meeting Humphrey’s sly glare with a wide-eyed one of his own, sparks flying between them as they bore into each other’s gazes, blue into gold.

“Where’d the cockiness go, huh?” Humphrey jabbed, ramming his hips upward to slam that fist-sized knot against his hungry lips. “A second ago, you were all gung-ho about this, now you’re just some cock-hungry slut!” Another slam upward seemed to make Salty physically choke, not helped at all by the way Humphrey’s paw was now holding his muzzle down against his knot. “Not that I’m complaining. You always were a good mouth-bitch~”

Salty moaned again, clearly enraptured by Humphrey’s treatment. Humphrey himself felt that familiar surge in his veins, the thrill of total domination as he steadily began to pummel his friend’s skull with his ramming knot, the tapered, oozing head of his cock, curving downward slightly to fit down his tight throat.

“Moan for me, bitch.” He smirked, Humphrey’s free paw reaching over his back to land a hearty slap of his light-gray rump. It was no match for Humphrey’s, not in a million years. But the bounce and jiggle was satisfying enough, even if it was nothing special in his book. Size didn’t always matter, even he knew that. “Moan for my cock, then maybe I’ll show you what you’ve been missing~”

Salty’s moans came immediately. The skinnier wolf mewled as best he could around so much of that cock stuffing his mouth, the sounds of his throat reverbing their way through Humphrey’s cock like waves of a lake. A few more spurts of precum welcomed his obedience, rewarding his submission with more of that thick fluid he loved so much. Humphrey never had the inclination to taste his own fluids, but they told him it was… salty.

He chuckled. Salty.

Salty and musky, he had heard. It sounded good, he had to admit. But if he had to suck a dick to get them, he resolved to go without. Sucking cock was for bitches, like the wolf below him. And Humphrey was no bitch.

Pulling himself back to the moment at paw, Humphrey could already feel his climax rear its head. Slow and steady, it creeped up on him, like a tingle up his length, a warmth spreading through his body, that only seemed to grow with every head bob, every slam upward of his hips, and every last gulp. He had to admit, for all his teasing, Salty was an expert. He knew all the spots to hit, what angle to hit them at, and when, and the results were showing themselves. But Mooch had taught him a lot, and Humphrey tamped it down for now, even as his low-hanging balls tingle and buzzed for release.

He made a mental note to himself: ‘rebuild stamina’. Back in the day, he could go for an hour straight, pleasing all four of them at once, each in different ways. And when it was all over, all it took was five minutes to get him back on his paws and hard again. By the time Kate’s heat was over, he would have a hell of a night to give her, he promised~

A especially-large spurt of pre knocked him back to his senses. He assumed Salty had done something to earn it; either that or he was starting to slip. Shaking that worry off, he doubled down, giving Salty’s rump one more slap before joining his other paw on his head, slamming him down with force enough to make him yelp. His hips hammered away at his bitch’s skull, ramming him in a blur of gray as he fought to regain control of himself. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of Mooch, having to stop so soon, before he had even properly broken his slut. He growled and snarled down at him, fangs bared and blue eyes narrowed as he successfully forced down his climax and regained control of his hips, slowing down to trade speed for power.

“Look what you did, bitch!” Humphrey growled. “Almost made me lose my cool! Well, joke’s on you, ‘cause now I’m just gonna wreck you harder!” Humphrey knot became a battering ram, slowly slamming its way past his lips as Salty’s eyes widened. “Moan for me, Omega-bitch! I’m not gonna ask again!”

Salty’s moans returned, deeper than ever. The reverberation of his voice travelled all the way from his tip and down through his knot, settling deep in his balls with a shiver up Humphrey’s spine. The two continued on, snarl upon snarl, growl upon growl, Humphrey’s body slamming away mercilessly as Salty’s mouth until he had had enough. The moans weren’t enough anymore.

It was time to break this slut in for real.

Humphrey’s paws grabbed a hold of Salty’s ears forcefully, his hips stilling immediately against those servicing lips. Salty leaned his head back and gasped for breath as soon as his maw was forcefully yanked off of Humphrey’s meat. A strand of pre and spit connected his lips to the cock in front of him, his golden eyes unable to leave the thing that had captivated him for so long, staring him right in the face as every inch shimmered with smeared fluids.

“Alright, bitch.” Humphrey barked, staring him right in the face with a snarling smirk. “Good job. For an out-of-practice slut, you sure picked it up again fast! But we’re not done yet.” He resumed his earlier position, paws behind his head and cock raging between his legs. Humphrey’s smirk widened as their eyes met, blue gazing into gold, and his tail swished idly against the forest floor. “Sit on my dick, bitch. Ride me~”

Salty licked his lips clean with a swipe of his tongue, gulping down all the pre and spit for what might have been the last time that day, and clearly savoring it. His grin almost seemed like a smirk, his amber eyes razor sharp; not at all dulled like they had been a second ago. Humphrey almost gulped; something had shifted, even just for a second.

Salty made his way up to all fours, biting his lip in a sultry glare as he turned around.

“You got it, Humph.” He snickered oddly as he walked that shapely rump backward, lowering him weight right on top of Humphrey’s lap. The skinnier Omega’s light gray cheeks parted around that shaft and it spread them wide, the fur and hide holding it from both sizes like a hotdog in a bun, ready to go. Salty’s tail gifted dutifully out of the way, draping itself over its owner’s hips and allowing that pre-smeared, tapered tip to press steadily against his waiting hole. “I can’t wait~”

“What an eager slut...” Humphrey growled, using a single toe to angle that cock downward; to angle his tip against that hungry tailhole. It quivered against him eagerly, just like its owner, and it took every ounce of his self control not to slam in right then and there. “Sit on my cock, you hungry bitch. Unless you’re scared?”

Salty smirked over his shoulder, his gaze just as sharp as before, like a knife.

“No way, Humph. I’m ready for you~”

A shiver went up Humphrey’s spine. For a split second, gone in a flash, he had been reminded of Kate. Her golden fur, that sultry look, the tightness of her-

He was wrenched back to reality, knocked out of his thoughts, as Salty put his weight down on his cock, taking the tapered tip deep into his warm, tight hole. He felt Salty’s paw brace against his thigh, his inner walls spasming around his length as he slid down it inch by inch, the girth stretching and spreading him wide. Judging by the heavy pants coming from up front, it was bigger than he was expected, and longer than he could maybe handle. Humphrey smirked with that same snickering chuckle he always did, grabbing hold of the Omega’s hips and guiding him down forcefully, meeting the downward pull with upward pushes of his own to fully and totally stuff that ass as he pleased. A moan hit his ears, splitting the silence of the woods around, just as his tip slid by that familiar coin-sized spot inside him, clearly setting him off already. He heard Salty’s submissive moan, and he heard it stifled with a bite to his lower lip, all the while the two were still driving his length deep into him. The tension came to a fever pitch when Humphrey’s infamous knot pressed firmly against that stretched hole, parting Salty’s rumpcheeks around its massive width as he bottomed out at last, grinding every last inch as deep into his tight depths as it would go.

“You feel that, bitch?” Humphrey smirked, giving that dutiful rump a heavy slap. Those round, gray cheeks, so far away from his own, jiggled around his knot, and a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “You feel that big, fat cock in you? Tell me~” A squeeze of those hungry walls earned Salty a spurt of pre deep into him, only serving to make the inevitable plowing all the smoother.

Salty leaned his head back with a softer moan, Humphrey’s ear twitching and smirk widening when the sound hit him. Hearing that sound out of one of his friends really took him back, like he was a pre-teen again. The voice was deeper, the bodies were different, the assets were bigger, but at heart, it was all the same. For the next few moments, they were pups again. There was no way around it, and every moan hitting his ears as Salty pulled up that shaft only cemented it in Humphrey’s mind. The wet squelches as his cock left Salty’s insides, the tingle of pleasure and buildup of pressure in his balls as that gaped tailhole sat on top of his tip, the rush of excitement and adrenaline as the wolf in front of him arched his back and slammed down, taking him right back down to the knot with confidence and carnal hunger…

It was all just like before. Nothing had changed at all.

Humphrey let out another deep growl, his blue eyes sparkling with domineering spirit as he slapped his paw across the ass again with a jiggle. “Yeah, bitch. Ride that dick! You want it so bad you can’t control yourself, huh?” And Salty did as he commanded, any ounce of cockiness from before completely melting away as he bobbed his way up that cock, expertly using those walls to his advantage with clenches and rolls around Humphrey’s length, all the way from knot to tip. When he slammed down again, it was like a falling tree crashing down on his lap with all the force of gravity. His cock was already going into overdrive, the sweet feeling of Salty’s ass too good to ignore. His length throbbed inside him, pulsed with life and carnal feeling, and gushed its pre-load into him with every increasingly-fast rise and fall. Salty was quickly stepping up his game, his moans taking on a slower, more sultry, quality that only really reminded him of Kate as his hips rose and fell again and again, settling his cock on fire with all the pleasure he could muster. Humphrey’s paws gripped those hips tightly, helping them along on the fall with slams against his knot, meeting those downward slams with upward thrust of his own.

Soon, the entire clearing rang with the sounds of slapping flesh, dominant growls, and moans that could make any male melt. The ground was soaked in the smells of sex, the scents of the individual wolves marking the area as the went on and on. Salty’s own cock fired off rounds of unrestrained precum onto the ground in front of him as it slapped loudly against his chest, staining the forest floor with his scent. Humphrey’s own intoxicating musk permeated the area, only helped along by the occasional spurt of pre that missed its mark and flew off to the side, or gushes of the stuff flung against the ground by an especially-hard thrust. Sooner or later, both wolves were drunk on each other’s scent alone, Humphrey’s dominant growls and dirty talk, and Salty’s non-verbal pleads only added to their stupor.

The only things that Humphrey registered now were simple, primal things. The need for release, and the need to dominate, to claim. It was an instinct that his friend’s didn’t seem to have, or at least it wasn’t as strong in them.  

Well, maybe except for one of them. But Humphrey would get to him later.

The itch to make that wolf his nagged at his brain as his knot seemed to swell bigger over time, and his heart beat with a primal pace, only clouding his head more and more with each thrust and growl and moan. He needed to claim him, he just had to. He needed to feed him his fat knot and make him squeal, to promise to be his forever, and become another bitch to add to the keyring. It was like his first night with Kate, exactly the same. But somehow, different in a way he couldn’t explain. He would think about it once this was all over and his head had cleared.

But the urge to release trumped all of that. He didn’t care whether he made Salty his, all he wanted was to blow! To blow inside him till they both saw stars, to fill him up with his knot and tie him as best he could, then release all that pent-up energy, all that pent-up load that had been building since they first stepped into the clearing. He needed to blow soon, or… he didn’t know what! But it was probably bad for his health.  

Humphrey grit his fangs, biting his lower lip hard enough to taste blood as he poured every ounce of pressure into his thrusts, fucking Salty senseless even as he rode his cock like a champ. The skinnier wolf’s submissive moans only drove him on, snickering as he watched him melt under the weight of such a good dicking. Salty’s head leaned back with a squealing moan, like something out of the mouth of a pup, as his hole ground and quivered against his knot, as stretched and gaped as it already was.  

He needed it, too. And what kind of dom would he be if he couldn’t give his bitch what he wanted?

He slapped a paw across Salty’s ass again, harder than ever before, and finally got to work.  

“You want this knot, huh?” He snarled, feeling his friend’s hole relax as much as he could against those first-sized bulbs of flesh. Salty’s hips stilled, only lightly riding the last few inches of his cock-base, seemingly desperate. “This big, fat fuckin’ knot? You wanna feel it inside you, don’t ya? Tell me!”

Salty nodded, his head still leaned back as his moans became whimpers.

“Y-yeah…!” He squeaked. “I- I need it in me…! I wanna feel it…!”

Humphrey’s gaze sharpened, his bit-lip smirk widening into a toothy, predatory grin.

“Alright, bitch. If you want it, you can have it!!”

With that primal snarl of a roar, Humphrey hips steadily began to press upward, right against that hungry, desperate hole. Salty’s moans turned back on, becoming long and primal in their own way, as his hole relaxed, gradually spreading itself wide around that huge, ass-splitting knot. Humphrey had never taken a dick before, and he didn’t know what it was like, but something that big going inside you…

It either felt really good or hurt just as bad. He had always hoped he would never find out.

Humphrey’s predatory grin tightened as he clenched his fangs, the tight heat that had engulfed his cock now beginning to take his knot as well. He watched, hips steadily pressing upward, as Salty’s tailhole stretched slowly, greedily, around his fist-sized base, slow enough to feel good but not enough to hurt.

He hoped. Even in his dominant haze, the last thing he wanted was to hurt his friend.

But Salty seemed to know what he was doing, grinding his hole down with whines and submissive moans as he spread himself wider and wider, reaching the midpoint with steady caution. The wolf above him gritted his fangs just as hard, groaning in a mixture of what sounded like pain and pleasure, until, finally, Salty’s rumpcheeks slapped noisily against Humphrey’s lap as the knot disappeared into his body. Humphrey’s heart pounded in his chest, Salty’s throat letting out a screaming moan as his hole spasmed like never before around his knot, the sheer size surely sending him over the edge. But Humphrey had already beat him to it. Adrenaline pumped through his body, and with one final snarling growl, he ground his hips up against that abused tailhole and allowed his climax to hit him hard.

Humphrey saw stars. He lost all sense of space and position, his mind a haze as his climax rocked him to his core. He felt himself grab a hold of Salty’s lower half, ramming his lap against his rump in a flurry of gray-blurred hips as he filled him to the brim with as much white-hot load as he was able to muster. All the pressure in his balls, in his cock, in his nethers, exploded out in a rush of relief and endorphins as his tip erupted in a gush of white, painting Salty’s innards and flooding his load through him with as much force as he could possible deliver, as much volume and cum as he could produce; the product of nearly an hour of buildup. Humphrey couldn’t make out much over the sound of his own drunken orgasm rattling his head, but an especially-loud moan greeted him from his friend’s mouth, a volley of spasms and squeezes pummeling his knot and shaft. Through the fog, he could just barely make out streaks of white spurting from Salty’s front, no doubt splattering all over the ground in front of them in a mess of sexual fluids that both of them reveled in.

But eventually, the fog cleared, and Humphrey senses drifted back to him. His balls’ rhythmic contractions settled down, his cock’s meaty throbs giving a few more weak shots of load deep in his friend before the both of them came down roughly at the same time. Humphrey relaxed, unable to move a muscle as the urge to sleep suddenly settled on top of him, like a warm blanket. Salty leaned forward, catching his breath with long, wheezing gasps, both of their scents mingling as one in each other’s noses. The afterglow settled in, and all the pleasure melted away into relaxation and warmth.

Humphrey had no idea how much time had passed. He had only just become acutely aware of how heavily he was breathing; very heavily. A year of being with Kate should have improved his endurance, he thought. But here he was, in a mess of sex and blissful fatigue with his best friend’s weight settled on top of him, and with his knot stuck up his tail. Finally, a sound broke the silence.

“So…” Salty took a deep breath, casting a sly smirk over his shoulder. “How was my acting?”

Humphrey struggled to prop himself up a bit, shaking off some of the fatigue from his ears. “Huh? What acting?”

Salty chuckled slyly.

“You didn’t think I was actually moaning that loud, right? I mean, c’mon, I’m not Mooch!”

Humphrey shook some more fatigue off of his body, not quite understanding what he meant, or even being sure if he had heard him right.

“Whadda you mean…?” Humphrey figuratively scratched his chin, the haze beginning to part until the lightbulb turned on. “Wait.” He smirked back at him. “You’re telling me that that was all an act? You just… made up those moans on the spot, huh?” He scoffed with a playful roll of his eyes. “I doubt that.”

Salty shrugged, his eyes sparkling. “Hey, what can I say? I’m a good actor! Don’t you even remember, Humph?”

Humphrey cast his mind back for a moment, his stomach twisting into a knot. Of course, how could he have forgotten?

“Oh yeah, Salty The Wildcard. Different every day, best actor in the pack.” Humphrey rolled his eyes again with exasperation. “Can’t pin him down for long, he’s always doing something different. How could I forget?”

“But you did forget, huh?” Salty snickered, giving Humphrey’s nose a swish with the tip of his tail. “Some fuckbuddy you are if you can’t even remember your friends’ shticks!”

“So, today was your subby day, huh?” Humphrey grinned.

“Yeah, basically.” Salty admitted. “I wanted to see if you were still a good dom, like Mooch said! And looks like he was right. You did a great job, stud.” He swished his tail against Humphrey’s muzzle again. “But sorry, you don’t own me.”

“Oh, I dunno.” Humphrey’s eyes twinkled. “Give it a few more sub-days, and you’ll be just like Mooch.”

“Nah,” Salty shrugged nonchalantly, eyes closed and nose turned up. “All that domination play stuff you guys do, it’s not really my thing. I’m just along for the ride.”

“Yep, some things do never change…” Humphrey muttered to himself, glancing off to the side for a moment.

“Hey, you still have Mooch!” Salty grinned. “You want someone to boss around, he’s all yours! That is, if I don’t get him first. Then you’ll have to settle for seconds.” Salty smirked again, wider this time. “Sorry, Humph, but that’s just how I roll~”

Humphrey huffed with an equally-sly grin. “Guess we’ll just have to test that out, then.”

Salty brushed his tail slowly over Humphrey’s muzzle and chest, like a loving paw.

“Don’t you have someone else to bang first? I’ll catch you after that, okay?”

Humphrey’s smirk turned toothy all over again.

“You know it. Two down, one to go; then we’ll do this again.”

“Cool.” Salty said simply, relaxing as he began to lift himself up, that slightly-deflated knot slurped its way out of his hole in a mess of spilled load. The whole mess had turned a simple clear now, and Salty’s hole dribbled and oozed as he laid down, back first and belly up, casting Humphrey a tired smirk. “Trust me, I’m not gonna be so easy next time. I can promise you that~”

Humphrey tiredly made his way to his feet, making his way slowly over to the marked tree, and added a check to the list as sleep settled on him again, like a weight on his shoulders. His loins were sticky and sore, and his legs quivered behind him. And he swore, like a groping paw all over again, he felt Salty’s gaze on his rump, still jiggling when he walked, bouncing with every tired step.

“Good.” Humphrey smirked. “I’ll count on it.”