The first thing Humphrey woke up to was sunlight, streaming through the opening of the den and into his eyes. The second was pain. He didn’t hurt a lot, but he could still feel it; that pounding soreness in his hips and hindquarters. It was worse than it was when he was done with Mooch, and he chuckled weakly, tiredly, to himself. Salty’s hips really did a number on him if he could still feel them into the next day. Not helping was the pain in his rump, his muscles having worked well into overtime due to all that pounding he had done.  

“You guys…” He smiled fondly with a wince, shaking the pain off his body as he worked his way up to all fours, yawning loudly. His eyes were still heavy with sleep.

“Good morning, Ka-” He looked to the left, to Kate’s corner, only to find that she was already gone.

“Off to work real early… that’s my Kate!” He chuckled again, slightly stronger this time as he shook off the last few webs of sleep from his body. Humphrey had always been a quick riser, and soon as he went about his usual things around the den, he was wide awake. He had himself a quick breakfast: a few strips of meat off of a squirrel bone or two, before he got to work tidying up. He threw some of those freshly-cleaned bones into a corner, Kate’s sweet scent still lingering on a few like a perfume. He went around the perimeter of the walls, giving them and the floor a dusting with his tail and pushing it all out the den mouth, making his rounds around the cave to make absolutely sure that it would be spotless for Kate when she came home. After all, he would be out late again tonight, maybe even later than usual this time. If he didn’t clean the place up, who would?

He sat his rump down at the mouth of the den, the morning air fresh and clean as he surveyed the area. The bones had been thrown out and buried, and any meat left behind had been made into a light breakfast.

Waste not, and all that. Humphrey thought, surveying his handiwork as the light of the sun gleamed off his fur. The floors had been dusted and the walls were spotless. Humphrey knew what they said about a clean and happy den, and he gave his tail a little wag as he smiled proudly, blue eyes twinkling in the sun overhead.

Morning crept on by, and Humphrey resumed his day, lying around the den where it was cool until he felt the call to action. He always surprised himself at how good he was at doing nothing, because before he knew it, the skyward clock that was the sun’s arc had nearly reached its peak.

“Alright!” He breathed, making his way back up to all fours. “Two down, one to go. Let’s get going…!”

And Humphrey left the den behind. He made his way out into the sun again, blinking the light from his eyes as he skirted the forest on the way to the valley, just like he had the day before. Two wolves down, and one to go… then the real fun could begin.

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The valley was as bustling as ever, but he quickly found his way through the rows of chattering, hungry wolves to his usual lunch spot. He took a set next to Mooch on his left, who currently had his mouth full of a bite of meat, and looked around, a slight smirk on his lips. Mooch straightened up like a hunter at attention, wide-eyed and dutiful, and swallowed, wiping a smear of blood from his lips. Salty sat across from him, throwing that grin back in his direction with a knowing gleam in his eyes. He ribbed Reba in the side, who was in the process of picking a berry from her branch, and whispered something in her ear. She chuckled, covering her mouth and lightly ribbed him back. Humphrey’s gaze flitted from wolf to wolf, and instantly as he sank his teeth into a caribou haunch, he realized something: Shakey was nowhere to be seen. He shrugged it off and ate, deciding to hold off on question until after he was full.  

“Heya, Humph.” Mooch’s deep tones said, right next to his right ear. “How goes the morning?”

Humphrey chewed, then swallowed. “Nothing special, just finishing up the usual hubby chores. You know what they say about a clean den!”

Salty chuckled. “A clean den is a happy den? Since when did you become the one who takes orders, my dude?”

Humphrey rolled his eyes, catching that familiar half-sexual sparkle in his friend’s eyes. “Since I got married. And I don’t ‘take orders’, I just like to see my wife come home to a nice, clean den. Nothing wrong with that.” He shrugged with a casual grin and took another bite, wiping his muzzle afterward. “Besides, the Alphas are the busy ones. Kate’s off hunting all day, she doesn’t have time to keep things tidy!”

Salty rolled his eyes back, blowing a lock of mane out of his face. “Whatever you say, Humphrey. As long as you don’t end up going soft on us!”

Another gleam from his friend’s golden eyes, and another double meaning. Humphrey went back to his lunch, chipping into Mooch, Reba, and Salty’s conversations with the occasional quip or joke. He didn’t want to eat too much; he would need the energy for later, but too much food would make him sleepy. And nothing killed the mood faster than one of the two (or maybe more, if he was feeling frisky) being tired. So he stopped eating early, just to the point of quieting his rumbling stomach. He felt satisfied, but not too much.

“So,” Humphrey began. “Anyone seen Shakey around? I’m surprised he’s not here.”

Mooch shrugged and went back to his lunch, and Salty shrugged with him. “No idea, dude. He showed up for a second a little while ago, didn’t even touch his caribou, then just left. He asked if we knew where you were, then just… headed out. So, sorry, man, haven’t really seen him.”

Humphrey waved his paw. “Nah, it’s cool. I’ll go look for him, and…” He put on his slyest smirk. “Well, you know the rest by now.”

Mooch nodded knowingly, wiping his muzzle again, and Salty threw the smirk back at him. “Have fun, you stud. Don’t forget, you still owe me a round two from last time.” The skinny wolf said.

Humphrey made his way to his feet and left the group, smirking over his shoulder with a roll of his eyes and an even more suggestive roll of his hips. Even from his angle, he could see Mooch and Salty’s eyes glued to his rump as it bounced, jiggling and rising high as he walked. Salty smirked with an excited grin, and Mooch sat slack-jawed. Humphrey turned his head forward, turning off the theatrics for now, and headed off.

“Well, if he’s not here,” He mumbled. “Might as well head over and get things ready…”

The walk to the Usual Spot was uneventful. Even if it had only been a few days, taking this walk alone seemed wrong somehow, almost lonely. But just like on that first day, Humphrey’s feet took him along the path, his tail swishing behind his bouncing rump with every step he took. He didn’t see the eyes watching him, or smell the electricity in the air. The scent of his pursuer was carried away by the breeze, and when he stepped into the clearing at last, he had no idea that he had just walked into the jaws of the beast.

Or rather, the horny wolf.

Fallen leaves crunched under Humphrey’s paws as he crossed the clearing, a smirk making its way across his face as his eyes fell on the marked tree, with those two checkmarks etched in its bark.  

“Looks pretty good so far…” He mumbled, looking around for any sign of things that needed sprucing up. He chuckled to himself. The Usual Spot had a way of keeping itself clean and tidy somehow, and not even time could change it. Even just a few days earlier, after years of not seeing so much as a squirrel, it had been exactly the same. But Humphrey knew this. He just liked to reminisce. He gave the clearing another look, with its rays of sun coming through the tangles of branches overhead, and decided that everything was in order. Now there was only one thing left to do: find the last wolf on that list.

He wouldn’t have to work very hard on that one.

No sooner had Humphrey made his way back to the entrance when his stalker struck. Before he could react or even process what was happening, a dark blur had leapt from the brush, skidding him along the ground in a cloud of dust before coming to a stop. Humphrey was dazed for a moment, and as his senses came back into focus, he noticed that he was underneath a dark shadow, and two, dark gray paws were pressing against his chest, pinning him to the forest floor with surprising strength.  

Humphrey grinned, his heart pounding against the clawed paws holding him down. Blue eyes met gold as he looked up, his slightly-nervous grin met with a smirk that only he could pull off. Well, that only he or somebody else could pull off, anyway. And he knew just who that somebody was.

“Hey, Shakey!” He grinned, his pulse still pounding from the initial shock.

“Hey, Humphrey.” Shakey smirked, a not-at-all-subtle leer in his tone. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. That was just like him. “What’s the matter? Did I catch you off-guard, huh?” Shakey put more of his weight down, his claws poised to dent the larger Omega’s hide inward.

Humphrey played it off with a chuckle, beating himself up internally for having not seen this coming. “What, me, off-guard? No way, man. No way, I totally smelled you a mile away!”

Shakey scoffed, leaning into Humphrey’s face with lidded eyes. “Yeah, sure you did, Mister Flustered. Totally saw me coming!” Their noses tapped together, and Humphrey’s pulse heightened. Shakey always was the most intense out of the group… and that wasn’t always a good thing. Most of the time, but not always. “Face it, I pinned you. You’re lucky I’m the only wolf in this valley who doesn’t have his dick set on pounding that nice ass of yours, or I could’ve jumped a little earlier. Take it from an expert,” Shakey’s eyes sparkled. “Watch how you show off that thing. Especially around the Alphas, they take what they want.”

“They can try.” Humphrey snickered, bumping Shakey’s nose back with a jab. “I’ll flip ‘em over and wreck their rumps, you just watch!”

“Still got that fire, huh?” Shakey bit down hard on his lip, his eyes lidded and his smirk in full bloom. “And you every last word of you, dontcha? I know you do.”

“You bet I mean it!” Humphrey growled with a grin to mirror his friend’s. “They try anything when I show off, they’ll get what’s coming to them!”

Humphrey’s fur stung every-so-lightly when one of those razor claws dragged itself like the tip of a knife down his chest, over his underbelly, circling his plump sheath and hanging balls so casually. Shakey’s talon-sharp claw drew itself over his sheath, the gray fur bristling as adrenaline pumped through his system. The first touch of the day, and it was perfect. Intense. Dangerous. Shakey may have been almost scary at times, but he knew how to build the sparks.

“Holy Fenrir, I missed you.” Shakey smirked wider, a fang gleaming even as his shadow eclipsed Humphrey. “So are we gonna sit around here talking, or are you gonna show me what you can do?” Shakey pressed their noses together again, pushing his weight down against Humphrey’s chest, practically grinding him into the dirt. Humphrey’s confident grin never left his face all the while, his sky-blue eyes lidding in a carnal, seductive glare. “Remember how I’d just…” Shakey’s tone turned dreamy, wispy. “...go out and grab a couple Alphas? Drag ‘em back here and you’d be waiting? Remember how we made them scream like little pups? I do.”

“They were little pups, Shakey.” Humphrey chuckled. “They weren’t even in Alpha school yet! Same age as us, remember?”

“But pounding them up the tail was fun, right? I know I had my fun, in my own way.”

“Yeah,” Humphrey grinned, Shakey’s musky scent coming on in full force as the heat turned up, like an oven in the clearing. “And when we were done with them, they couldn’t walk straight for a day or three.” Humphrey’s mind flashed with an image, one that always came up as soon as Alphas were mentioned. A coat of deep crimson fur, and a pair of shining green eyes. He knew that wolf. If only he’d been around back in those days.

Humphrey snickered. He might have to add an extra one to the list for later.

But Shakey’s words, and his weight pressing down on him pulled him back to reality, back into those golden eyes devouring his body like a hunter at lunchtime.

“But y’know what? You went kinda soft, didn’t you?” Shakey’s tone shifted, became something different. Almost accusatory. Humphrey’s ear flicked, and stood on end. He opened his mouth to speak, but Shakey’s claw tapped the underside of his muzzle and shut his maw with a clamp of his fangs. “You had to go off and get with Kate. You married her, dude! And you stopped banging guys and settled for a girl.”

Humphrey shrugged, feeling almost insulted. “Hey, Kate’s a great lay! She taught me stuff I never knew about pleasing a wolf!”

“But she’s not a guy, Humphrey. Two different things.” He clamped Humphrey’s mouth shut again, adding pressure up top this time. “I’m sure she taught you stuff about pleasing a female, but you use it or you lose it, man. And your little fucks with Mooch and Salty aren’t nearly enough practice to get you back into the swing of things so quickly!”

Humphrey wiggled his way out of Shakey’s hold, scoffing at him from below. “Oh yeah, you think it’s not? Maybe you should ask them, they’ll give me a glowing review!”

“Not enough practice to get you ready for me, Humphrey. I never stopped, y’know. I’ve been banging guys, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, every day since we stopped doing our thing! How long ago was that now? A year or two?” Shakey chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, I put the other guys off-limits. I couldn’t fuck ‘em up without you, you know that.” Shakey’s cocky grin came back to him, raging like a fire. “But since I’m so experienced, I know a thing or two about wrecking wolves! Bet you couldn’t last five minutes with that sorry excuse for experience you’ve got. Soft and rusty~”

Shakey’s taunts didn’t phase Humphrey. He was always like this, too cocky for his own good, way too intense for his own good. He had been so used to it that he used to be able to straight-up block them out. But if there was one thing that was rusty, it was that little skill. Still, Humphrey didn’t let himself counter the taunts, sitting there and taking it until it was his turn to respond. It was the only kind of sitting there and taking it he was okay with.

“You want experience? I’ll show you experience, bitch.” Humphrey smirked, fangs bared with a gleam. “You wanna bite off more than you can chew? I can dig that, it’ll make breaking you easier.”

Shakey snapped his fangs, bumping Humphrey’s nose with a jab like a dagger, slipping his claw down to circle and run over his sheath, which was now pumping with life by the second.

“Thought you’d never ask. Let’s cut the chat and get started, yeah? I’m getting hard.”

It was true. From his position, Humphrey could see Shakey’s sheath clear as day. His balls hung over his own, and a telltale spot of red was poking out from its tip. The whole thing was impressive for a wolf his size, even if Humphrey’s was wider and plumper, better in every way. And the musk. That deep, heady scent filled his nose, and soon he found himself growing between the legs as well. The sparks flew, and they flew bright.

“Yeah,” Humphrey smirked, grinding up against Shakey’s sheath and balls with a throb through his nethers. “Let’s. You ready to get shown how a real top fucks?”

Shakey bored down on him, pressing his chest harder with a grind of his hips. Both of their sheaths swelled and widened, Humphrey’s tip making it way out onto his belly first.

“Just shut up and get that dick ready, okay?”

He couldn’t argue with that. He shut his trap for now, feeling Shakey’s tail wrap and coil around his as they idly swayed together, that claw teasing its way way over his balls. Humphrey ground upward again, and their cocks emerged and hardened against each other until they were at full mast. Humphrey smirked, both tips staring him in the face when he went to take a look. Clearly, as he suspected, his way bigger. Bigger by a few good inches of length, and maybe half an inch of girth.

“What’s the matter, Shakey?” Humphrey teased, the coil of their tails tightening as his cock slid over the one above him with a slow push of his hips. “Got a little dick envy? I wouldn’t blame you if you did, my cock is better after all!”

Shakey only scoffed again, ramming his hips forward to poke his tip against Humphrey’s underbelly. “Nah, I’m not jealous. You have your strengths…” A sound like the cracking of a whip echoed off the trees, and Humphrey couldn’t help but notice an impressive jiggle go through his friend’s rump. “And I have mine.”

“I didn’t know you had an ass too…!” Humphrey snickered, his smirk blazing. “How come you don’t show it off like I do, huh? Some kind of modesty?”

Shakey rolled his eyes, fangs gleaming as his rump shook.  

“Oh, I do. What, you think I wouldn’t show off an ass like this? You’re dreaming, Humph!” Shakey gave his hips a shake, Humphrey’s eyes glued over his friend’s shoulder as his ass jiggled and bounced. “This ass drives the Alphas crazy, lemme tell you. And unlike yours, mine’s not just for show.”

Humphrey ignored the comment. It wasn’t Shakey’s business how he flaunted what he had. But that ass did like nice, even if it wasn’t anywhere near as good as his. His licked his chops slowly, obviously, with a deep hunger as his friend’s claw ran itself along the underside of his throbbing shaft with a pleasurable little sting. His underbelly went wet and sticky, and when he looked down again, his fur was matted in a mixture of two different kinds of warm pre, oozing from both cocks in unison. The scent drove him crazy, and it was clear that Shakey was having a hard time holding himself together as well. It wouldn’t be long until neither of them could control themselves, and he knew it.

“Then how about getting off of me,’ Humphrey leered, his blue eyes deep and hungry. “And showing me what that ass can do, yeah? I’m tired of this foreplay stuff.”

Shakey pressed his paws back down on his chest, straightening up, looming over him with that dark shadow; standing over him like an Alpha having caught his prey. His golden eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and his fangs gleaming in a toothy grin.

“Me too. All this lead-up is getting boring, time for the main event! You ready to scream, bitch~?”

“If anyone’s screaming here,” Humphrey leered back, eyelids low and smirk soft. “It’s gonna be you. Once I get my dick in that ass, the whole pack’s gonna hear you.”

“You can try, bitch.” Shakey snarled, stepping over Humphrey with a swish of his tail. “Give those vocal cords a little warm-up. You’ll need it.”  

Humphrey watched on, almost drunkenly, as Shakey stepped right over him, that girthy cock and those low-hanging balls dragging themselves over his face with a smear of pre. When that ass passed over him, he could truly make out its round perfection, bubbly and wide from below. Well, that is, if his wasn’t already better. But not everyone could have his level of ass, as he knew it. There was no sense in comparing at that point.  

Besides, Shakey’s rump was impressive enough. As the smaller wolf made his way to the middle of the clearing, Humphrey could see it clearly, nice and round and bouncy as his hips swayed, and his tail swished.   He said nothing, deciding that further words would ruin the moment, as Shakey took up his position a few inches away from him and lowered his front end to the ground, peering back with that same predatory smirk as he presented that bouncy rump with a jiggle and a sway of his tail, which then swished itself out of the way and over the curves of his cheeks. The base of his tail was still securely in place, and the one spot he wanted to see was still locked off behind it. For now.

“So, Humphrey.” Shakey began with an out-of-place casualness, despite his leering expression. “Like the view? The other guys sure did!”

Humphrey straightened up, making his way into a sit and then lying back, his hard-on raging between his legs and his paws behind his head. “Hell yeah, you bet I do. Keeps me nice and hard, y’know?”

“So are you gonna come over here and fuck me or not?” Shakey growled with a leering grin, wiggling that ass up and back, pressing it further into Humphrey’s direction and further up into the air. "Or am I gonna have to come over there myself? ‘Cause I will come over there!”

Humphrey’s paw wrapped around his length, and he idly stroked it from knot to tip as it throbbed and pulsed, a couple dribbles of warm pre-seed hitting his underbelly with soft plaps. He smirked wider, angling it upward so that his shaft was perpendicular with his body, and his tip shone with a bead of pre in the sunbeams.

“If you’re gonna come over here, then at least make it worth the trip! Suck me off first, then get that ass ready for me.”

Shakey chuckled, robbing Humphrey of the view of his ass as he turned back around and straightened up. For now. “Fine, deal.” He did as he agreed, lowering his front end between Humphrey’s lifted hind legs and inching up toward that fat cock in front of him. Shakey’s golden eyes locked onto their target and it twitched and throbbed, that shaft bisecting his muzzle down the middle from Humphrey’s view, almost cross-eyed as he salivated.

Humphrey flashed back to the previous day. Salty had started their session just like this, right between his legs, ready to worship his cock and suck it dry. Things had followed a similar order of events, and at first, he almost felt bored. Repetition was never his style. But then again, something about Shakey was different. He wasn’t the same as Salty, not by a long shot, and somewhere deep down, as Shakey’s maw opened wide and slipped his cock into his mouth with so much expert skill, he knew that the similarities wouldn’t last long. Repetition wasn’t Shakey’s style either.

But all of those thoughts slipped away, stopped as suddenly as walking blindly into the side of a tree, when Humphrey’s felt Shakey’s warm mouth engulf his cock. His tongue was like velvet, and his eyes bored into him with an intensity he hadn’t seen in years as the smaller wolf took him down to the knot in no time at all. Nearly a foot of cock disappeared down Shakey’s tight, experienced throat in a flash, with not so much as a moan or choke from the wolf below him. He didn’t squeal like Mooch, or submit with moans like Salty. Instead, he just stood there, suckling on that cock as it spread his throat wide around the tip, bobbing his muzzle against the base with expertise and controlled hunger, staring into Humphrey’s eyes without a single drop of submission, not a subby bone in his small body. His lips almost seemed to smirk again, even if his mouth was stuffed with oozing dick, and he got to work before Humphrey could even give a taunt.

He had forgotten how skilled Shakey was. Salty, for as great as sucking dick as he was, was nothing on this wolf. Every bob of his head as he rose up the shaft, every slurp of his tongue along the pleasure points, every little gulp of his throat as he swallowed down stray spurts of pre, screaming that this wolf had some serious experience. And he did just that, just like in the old days, rising and falling over his length with slurps and gulps, twisting his muzzle around to slobber at the sides before reaching the tip. He popped it out of his maw with a fiery look in his eyes, a lick of his chops, and ultimately a slow teasing gulp before diving back in, devouring that cock like he owned it. Because in that moment, Shakey believed that he did, no doubt. Humphrey couldn’t see inside his head, but when you fuck a wolf for so long, you pick up things. A paw wrapped around his base, right above his knot, and began to twist and pump, earning a shiver up Humphrey’s spine, a bit lip, and another spurt of pre right onto his tongue. So much expert precision, so much skill, and all in such a small package. He had forgotten how much he missed this as well. A soft pop marked the moment Shakey’s perfect mouth left his cock, his other paw joining in to slip and pump that dick in his tongue’s absence as he spoke.

“You like that, eh, Humphrey? You like how much better my mouth’s gotten? It’s okay, you can tell me.” He smirked that predatory grin again. “And while you’re at it, you can moan for me.”

“Is that an order?” Humphrey’s eyes gleamed. Some things really never changed. “Are you trying to order me around?”

“Yeah.” He said simply, darkly. “It is. Moan for me, bitch, then maybe I’ll suck you good enough to get you off. If you’re a good pup~”

Humphrey rolled his eyes. “I’m not one of your Alpha-bitches, man.” He thrusted his hips at just the right angle to slap his shaft down on Shakey’s muzzle with a wet, sticky smack. “You’re gonna need to earn that. And I don’t moan easily, you know that.”

“You will,” Shakey snickered. “Before I’m done with you. I wanna hear that voice soar, dude, so get to it.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, y’know.” Humphrey teased, his balls slapping noisily against Shakey’s chin with a powerful upward ram of his hips. “But if you wanna sit there and act all tough, I could give you a laugh or two for trying!”

Shakey almost seemed annoyed. But the playfulness eclipsed it as quickly as it came. “Whatever, Humph.” He resigned, positioning that pre-oozing tip as his lips once again. “But by the time we’re done here…” He didn’t finish his words, instead getting right back in, and taking Humphrey’s cock down to the knot once again, slower this time, more agonizing. Humphrey had to admit, Shakey probably had the skills to back up the talk. But he had skills too.

He sat back for now, enjoying every little moment. Shakey bobbed and slobbered along his length, and the pressure of the sex rose steadily, like steam ready to whistle. It was faster than it was with Mooch or Salty. Mooch had sat there and taken it, and Salty was skilled, but Shakey… Shakey was good. Really good. Excellent, and with an attitude and confidence to match his own. Shakey and him had always been good matches to each other, the perfect pair. He couldn’t remember, even through the fog of that two-year gap, ever hearing Shakey moan in earnest. Every sound that came out of either of their mouths, even in the height of pleasure, was some kind of growl, some type of snarl or another. Never a true, submissive moan. The only person Humphrey could moan around was Kate, but that was somehow different. Right here, right now, both of them clashed so perfectly. And, being honest, the thought of hearing that one sound come out of Shakey’s mouth brought him closer to the edge than he had been all day. And the conviction that he might have the skill to do it almost made him blow. His cock twitched and throbbed massively, and his scent no doubt filled Shakey’s senses as a gush of hot pre spurted down his throat and coated his mouth from the inside, earning yet more suckles and slobbers from the wolf below him…  

And above all else, a knowing glare.  

Humphrey met that grinless smirk with a thrust of his hips, waiting for Shakey to draw back before ramming every last inch right back down his throat. Shakey didn’t even seem fazed. He took it like a champ, and the sparks between them heightened as both of their eyes gleamed with the same gleam. Humphrey’s balls slapped loudly against his chin, sending a half-pain-half-pleasure shock up his backbone. And then he did it again, and then again. And Shakey retaliated, slamming that cock down his throat with might and speed, until his slurps and gulps became audible and clear, and Humphrey’s balls never sat still for a second, swinging and slapping perfectly in time. Humphrey felt the pressure rise, and Shakey knew it too. He felt his climax rear its head for the third time that week, and it was approaching fast. He could already see the clock ticking down, and see his mind going hazy. Shakey’s eyes shone with something he couldn’t place. Victory? Pride? Sheer confidence? But all that Humphrey knew for certain was that he was going to blow, and soon. He slowed down his thrusts, taking a deep breath and trading speed for power. Shakey’s eyes gleamed again, and the look became more clear.  

It was victory he saw in that glare. Shakey thought he had already won. He could already hear the wolf’s taunting voice in his head, commanding him to cum like some kind of bitch in heat, ordering him to blow, demanding he moan out his name. And then what? Humphrey didn’t want to find out. He never submitted, not in all his years alive. Never. And he wouldn’t start today. Shakey had bitten off more than he could chew, and it was time to show him how much.

Humphrey seized Shakey’s mane, grabbing him forcefully by the bangs, and yanked him up. Shakey’s downward motion toward his knot was interrupted by brute force, and before he knew it, he was being forcefully removed from that cock, his muzzle still dribbling. Smirk met smirk again; Shakey had never lost his composure.

“I think that’s enough for now.” Humphrey grinned. “Swallow that load, I’m not done with you yet.”

Shakey just grinned, gulping down that load of pre slowly, tauntingly, almost defiantly.

“We’re not done here till you take my knot. Understood?” Humphrey snarled with a ferocious, toothy grin. “I’m not cumming for you unless you can take my knot all the way. You get me, bitch?”

“Oh yeah, I get you.” Shakey answered casually, with only a hint of sarcasm. “But I don’t take orders from you. I’m not your bitch, like Mooch! If anyone’s in control here…”

Humphrey should have seen the tackle coming, but he didn’t. By the time, Shakey pounced and pinned him to the ground, his face in his, and his paws jamming him against the dirt, it was too late. The grip was tighter this time, the smaller Omega’s breath hot on his face in panting huffs.

“...it’s me.”

“We’re still doing this, huh?” Humphrey remarked, with a twinge of a sarcastic grin. Shakey snarled with a deep growl and slammed his paws down on his chest, almost knocking the wind out of him. “You know I’m just gonna wreck your ass. So why don’t you just drop the act and-”

A sting ran rampant through Humphrey’s rump as Shakey’s tail whipped him across the ass. Those twin cheeks jiggled in a way Shakey’s never could, and Humphrey swore through the pain that he saw a twinge of envy in his friend’s eyes.

“If anyone’s wrecking my ass on your cock, it’s me.” Shakey’s face was thrusted into Humphrey’s, their noses tapping together again as both their eyes sparked. “But talk is cheap, y’know. I’ve got a better idea.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll play along.” He shrugged with a wave of his paw, feeling Shakey’s claw drag itself along his spit-shined cock once again. “What’ve you got for me?”

Humphrey held in a yelp as his ass was smacked again, harder than even Kate could hit it. Those two rumpcheeks, plump and perfect, so snug against each other, wobbled and shook, rippling from the contact point where Shakey’s paw slapped against their hide.  

“It’s easy. I’m gonna call a bet!” The smaller wolf’s grin grew by an almost imperceptible amount.  

“Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” Humphrey asked, eyes lidding in a teasing grin. “It better be the fun kind.”

“Don’t worry,” Shakey smirked. “It’s the fun kind. Just the way you like it! You and I are gonna have a little contest. Whoever can last the longest wins. Simple enough.”

Humphrey rolled his eyes; there had to be more, and both of them knew it. “Okay, bitch, name your terms! I roll with whatever you can dish out~”

“Simple.” Shakey began, eyes shimmering as they bore into Humphrey’s. “You and I are gonna have some fun. Not this foreplay stuff, some real fun. Whoever blows their cap first wins. Sounds easy enough. But here comes the next part…”

Another smack hit Humphrey’s ass, like the crack of a flail.

“If you win, I’m yours, no questions asked, for the rest of the day. Boss me around, flip me over and rail my ass, do you worst, and I’ll just sit back like a little bitch and take it all!”

“Sounds like fun.” Humphrey snickered, giving his lip a bite and his brow a suggestive bump. “Good thing I’m already stretching out your holes.”

“But if I win...” Shakey mimicked Humphrey’s look perfectly, his smirk blazing like an inferno. “I get a piece of that sweet ass you’ve got back there. I get to show you what you’re missing, in any way I choose. Any way.” Shakey’s eyes sparkled, and Humphrey’s stomach twisted into a knot. “So, we got a deal?”

Humphrey glanced off to the side in a move he was sure would net him in instant defeat. His nerves twisted in his belly. Was he really going to go along with this? Could he really bet his ass on something like this? He would have laughed at the literalness of the phrase, but the nerves ran deep, like roots in his belly. A part of him wanted to say no, to shut it all down, to tell Shakey that that was too far. But another part of him, deep behind all that nervousness, was nodding along. His confidence nodded with it. He was sure he could make Shakey blow before he could. At least, he thought he was sure. But being on the fence wasn’t an option: Shakey’s question was a yes-or-no. He swallowed his pride and mustered up all his sexual confidence, taking in a breath to speak his answer. He had always lasted longer than him anyway, and no amount of experience was going to change that. After today, Humphrey The Top would officially be back in business. He spoke.

“Deal! You ready to get fucked?”

Shakey rolled his eyes, his and Humphrey’s tail coiling around each other in a squeeze that was a lot like one of those handshake things the humans did.

“I’d ask you the same question, Humph!” He put a lot of heavy emphasis on his name, and Humphrey couldn’t help but think of Mooch sitting down especially rough. Or maybe a caribou, they probably weighed the same.  

He made a mental note to apologize to Mooch later for the imagined fat joke.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this show on the road!” Humphrey grinned. “You set the terms. Your move, bitch~”

Humphrey felt Shakey’s tail softly traced the curves of his cheeks, whipping them one more time right down the middle before their tails uncoiled. His ass wobbled and shook, jiggling for seconds on end as Shakey made his way back to all fours, releasing his pressure on Humphrey’s chest. Breathing became a little bit easier, and his heart pounded in his chest, running on adrenaline and anticipation. The beats would only get faster, harder, from that point onward.  

He watched on as Shakey got to work, turning on the spot and letting that impressive ass come into view.

Before he could even realize what was going on, before he could react to the impending impact, Shakey’s weight fell on him. Shakey’s rump slammed down on his chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs with jiggling wobble through his hide. Humphrey gasped for breath, his cock giving a powerful, needy throb as Shakey’s body settled down on his, and that fat, dark gray ass filled his field of vision. Two round, plump cheeks stared him down, pressing gingerly against each other in all their slight-fluffy glory, pressing back into his face as their owner straddled his midsection.

“Like this view better, Humphrey?” Shakey teased again, arching his back and allowing those cheeks to bulge. “I know you do, don’t lie to me.” Humphrey watched on, licking his chops in a hungry, leering glare as Shakey’s tail finally lifted out of the way in one swift motion. His tail draped itself over his cheeks like before, settling on the upward curve and, finally, giving Humphrey the view he longed for: that little puckered tailhole at the base of Shakey’s tail, quivering and winking just for him. The musk intensified, driving him wild with its intoxicating scent. It was like being drunk, and when that thick ass and that tight hole backed up into his face with such a cocky air, getting a taste was all he could think about. For that moment, he didn’t even care about the bet, the possibility of what could happen to his prized rump. All he wanted was to get his fill of that ass, and Shakey was probably just as hungry.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Shakey chuckled, clenching that pink tailhole with a quiver before his tone changed abruptly: from cocky playfulness to domineering aggression. “Well? You gonna get started or not? Eat my ass out, bitch, I don’t have all day!”

Humphrey scoffed internally. He absolutely did have all day, and he knew it. But he knew what Shakey meant, and the two of them had been trading words for too long. So Humphrey dove right in, embracing the scent and flavors of Shakey’s expert backside as he dragged his tongue over that tight hole.  

He started at the bottom and made his way to the top, savoring the flavor of Shakey’s hole as it melted over his tongue, drinking in the scent of carnal musk. He made it shine with one, smooth lick, taking half a second to admire his handiwork, the way that pucker shone in the sunlight, dribbling with a line of spit, before going back in, stuffing his muzzle under his friend’s tail just the like good old days. Shakey’s ass wiggled back against his muzzle, and he could hear the smaller Omega chuckle darkly while he went to town on his hole, devouring every bit of that pucker in all its delicious perfection.

“How’s it taste, bitch? Nice and tasty? That’s what Candu said anyway, while he was giving that ass a nice, long worship. Eat it all up, pup~”

The taunts lit a fire in his belly, burning with determination. If Shakey wanted him to eat it all, then eat it he would. And he would be ravenous, insatiable. He only hoped the Shakey could handle what he was about to dish out.

Shakey’s growls and snarls egged him on, and the more he worshiped and ate out that hole, the more he grew to love it. Every lick, every slobber against the ring, every teasing poke and slow push against the center, where his friend’s tailhole buckled and caved against him, only made his cock throb harder. He felt a rush of warmth, another gush of pre spurt from his tip to coat Shakey’s face. But it wasn’t the open air he felt. Instead, the smaller Omega had bent over and locked his hips around his cockhead, drinking down all the pre with hunger, like a thirsty hunter at a stream. Soon, as he picked up his lathering licks, he felt those warm lips begin to take his cock again, one inch at a time, steadily and deliberately. His friend’s paws went back to their positions along his length with slow, twisting pumps as his muzzle took it all again, spreading that mixture of warm precum and fresh spit around that shaft and making it shine. Those two sensations, the flavors of Shakey’s hole melting over his tongue, and his friend’s skilled mouth getting back to work in the best way, were almost too much to handle, too much to bear. He felt another heavy throb pound up his length, and another suckle near his knot brought up another gush of fluids into Shakey’s waiting mouth. He cursed to himself internally; he had no idea Shakey would be this good.

The rush of the spring air wrapped around his cock again, his shaft freed from his friend’s skilled maw with a loud slurp.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He smirked over his shoulder, fangs flashing. “You like it when I suck you off? You sure did earlier, and y’know what?” He growled with a snicker. “Now that you’re in your place, you seem even harder! You like this whole situation we’ve got going on, you don’t have to tell me. You love being under my ass, eating out my hole while I prep your dick! Well, you’re really gonna love what comes next~”

Humphrey was too busy ignoring the taunts to respond. If Shakey wanted to act like he had already won, that was fine. In fact, it was totally his style. So Humphrey ignored him, focusing on the task at paw and slobbering all over that ass. He didn’t dare pull his face out from between those thick cheeks, didn’t dare stop his devouring of that tasty tailhole. But he realized that what Shakey said may have had some truth to it. He did love his ass, he did love eating him out like this. It didn’t mean anything, he was sure, and eating a nice, big ass was always one of life’s pleasures.

Humphrey’s continued rimming was all the response Shakey needed, and those dark gray cheeks wobbled and shook around Humphrey’s muzzle when his tail slapped itself across his ass. The larger of the two didn’t even seem fazed: his eyes fluttered closed and his tongue got to work slipping inside him, just as Shakey got back to work on his cock, choking it all down and rising back up to the tip, over and over again as Humphrey began to eat his ass in a whole new way. His ass tasted even better on the inside; muskier, more heavy, more heady. Humphrey had stolen sips of alcohol from the humans before, and it was so similar, it was scary. Shakey’s ass was like a drug, and he found himself delving deeper and deeper into it as he tasted his depths.  

Another soft, popping slurp hit his ears, and Shakey’s maw left his cock again. Every time he did that, it got harder to not just slam right back in and fuck his face raw.  

“Yeah, that’s it, bitch!” Shakey laughed. “Get deep in there! Taste that ass, just like that! Get me ready for you~”

Shakey’s dirty talk was alright, but it lacked an edge. Humphrey knew he could have done better. Or at least, he thought he could.

“Don’t stop, pup! We’re almost done here!” The smaller wolf snarled, slobbering a lick up the sensitive underside of Humphrey’s shaft and earning a streak of pre across his face for his troubles. “Just a few more rounds, then I hope you’re ready to scream~”

Humphrey hoped the same thing. Shakey had better been ready to scream his lungs out. He would need it once Humphrey pinned him down and wrecked him. But that was a ways off for now, and he kept his eyes on the present. He had an ass to eat. He nodded along.

Humphrey managed a few more slobbering licks before Shakey’s ass pulled away a bit. It was only a few inches, but his handiwork came into focus immediately: the smaller Omega’s rump shook and jiggled as he lifted it up, the fur of his tailbase wet and sticky, and his hole shining like a mirror, dribbling down onto his balls in streaks of spit. That fat rump wiggled from side to side in front of his face, sitting right on his chest as his tail gave a little swish, which stood up like a flag above it all.

“Fuck, man. Who knew you could eat an ass so well? You’re pretty good at following orders.”

Humphrey just smirked with a roll of his eyes, their gazes locking again, and gulped down a load of ass-flavored spit.

“But you know what comes next, don’t you?” Shakey’s voice growled, his tail giving his cheeks another whipping smack. “I didn’t come all the way here just to get eaten out, you know. I wanna have some real fun! Think you can handle all this ass, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Humphrey grinned, licking his chops. “I can handle it. Do your worst.”

Shakey obliged, stepping over Humphrey’s body again until his cock lay just behind that dark rump. The smaller wolf lowered his front end to the ground with a wiggle of his hips, and Humphrey’s bright red shaft throbbed with an oozing spurt of pre as his friend finally lowered his ass down on top of his lap, his tip poking and prodding heavily against his spit-prepped hole.  

“This dick better be ready for me, bitch! ‘Cause I’m not holding back!” Humphrey’s chest pounded, and the beat of his heart throbbed and thudded its way up his length as Shakey pressed downward, his warm, tight entrance just barely beginning to buckle and stretch against his tapered tip. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long~”

And with that, Humphrey watched on as his cock was engulfed: into the tightest pair of walls he had felt in years, and into the warm, inviting tightness of Shakey’s ass.

Even after all this time, he hadn’t forgotten how good that wolf felt. Shakey’s depths were perfect: tighter and more supple than either of his two other friends’, and more experienced in every way, more proactive, more skillful. Shakey wasn’t like Mooch, who had lain there waiting for Humphrey to have his way with him. He wasn’t like Salty, who took him greedily, but still feigning submission and letting him take the reins. No, Shakey was something else. As he slid down Humphrey’s cock inch by inch, he owned everything he touched. He took that shaft greedily, savoring the way it stretched those tight walls wide, forcing it deep into him with such a carnal need that it blew Humphrey away. This was a wolf who knew what he wanted, and was willing and able to take it by force. And every last throb of flesh and drop of precum was at his disposal, at his beck and call, only allowed to happen when he told it to. Or, at least, that’s what he thought.  

And one thing was obvious: Shakey was voracious. It wasn’t long at all before his hole had taken every inch Humphrey’s cock had to give, his fist-sized knot pressing squarely against his quivering entrance. He panted, catching his breath with a few slow gasps, and turned to lock eyes one more time.

“You feel that, bitch?” Shakey’s rump wiggled down against his knot, the huge girth buckling his hole inward, like it was ready to push in at any moment. It took even more of Humphrey’s strength not to press against him and bury his knot right then and there. “You feel that big ass on your dick? You feel that tight hole around your cock? Tell me~”

Humphrey snickered, holding in a pleasured whine. He hadn’t expected it to be this intense.

“Oh yeah, I feel it!” He grinned, fangs gleaming in the sun. “Not gonna lie, though; you’d look better with your ass in the air~”

“Oh yeah?” Shakey’s golden eyes lidded again, sultry and low as he gyrated his hips, squeezing down hard on every inch of his shaft with a shock of pleasure. “Well, maybe you’ll get that! Maybe you won’t. I’m betting on won’t~”

Humphrey only rolled his eyes, letting out a pleasured huff as that ass pressed against his lap and squeezed around his length. “Just shut up and ride my dick already, man. We’ll see who wins when one of us blows.”

Shakey chuckled, biting a fang down on his lip. “Good plan..” That dark gray rump slipped upward, the little Omega’s hole releasing its hold on Humphrey’s length an inch at a time. “I’d tell you to beg for my ass, but we’ll save that for another time, okay? I bet you’d do it too, you ass-loving bitch.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Humphrey waved his paw with a playful grin. “Just ride that fat cock, slut.”

“Fine, fine..” Shakey smirked, those eyes gleaming as he reached the tip. “I’ll just have to settle on hearing it later. You know, once I own you.”

Humphrey opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. There was no point in giving Shakey ammo to stall with. A pulse went through those walls, and he could feel the smaller wolf’s cock throbbing already. The sound of rustling leaves hit his ears, and the scent of hot wolf-pre hit his nose. He could already smell Shakey’s fluids on the ground, shot like an arrow against the forest floor. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Humphrey was probably the biggest he had ever taken. And it was taxing him, he knew it. Shakey was just trying to buy time for his pleasure to die down, and Humphrey wouldn’t let that happen. This sexy train had no breaks. Not until the end of the line. Shakey just rolled his eyes a final time, and Humphrey’s fangs gritted against each other as his weight slammed down on top of him, his length buried in that hot ass again.

And then he got to work. Humphrey sure as hell had no intention of even so much as moaning for Shakey, but what his ass was doing now sure made it difficult. He watched on, forcefully keeping his tongue from lolling out of his mouth as Shakey rose and fell on his cock, taking the half of that girthy thing in and out of his body with every fleshy slam against his lap. His plump rumpcheeks jiggled and bounced, clapping against his hips as he worked himself back and forth, again and again. Growls and snarls and meaty slap of fur on fur caressed his ears, and the pleasure flooding through his length was almost indescribable. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt a bit; Shakey was rough, very rough, and he took everything he had to give seemingly without a single care in the world save for his own pleasure. That is, if Humphrey blowing his cap wasn’t part of the arrangement.

But none of that mattered. No matter whether he was watching out for Humphrey or not, he couldn’t deny the skill and confidence Shakey’s skill put on display as he rode that cock into submission, gradually increasing his speed and power until his cheeks and hips were nothing but a bouncing pendulum; up and down, parting and coming together, again and again. Those walls were perfection; tight and smooth and deep around his cock, massaging and squeezing and rolling over every last inch he had to give, with every last drop of his body’s weight on his lap, accepting the flood of hot pre like it was nothing. In fact, as Humphrey’s fluids began to spurt out from his hole and the slaps became sticky and wet, Shakey seemed almost greedy for it, taking it deep into his hole just as he had gulped it down just a while ago. Shakey snarled, slamming down hard on his knot, and allowing his pucker to slap against it time and again.

Humphrey bit his lip, holding in a needy whine. He hadn’t even noticed how long he had been doing it, even as they slipped out a bit at a time. Shakey’s hole teasing his fat knot like that, almost demanding it without a word, it was irresistible. But he would have to wait to give the wolf his knot on his own terms. After all, he would need a fair amount of begging before he was ready to tie.

Nearly a minute, Shakey’s ass milking his cock in the best way he’d had it milked all week, Shakey’s rump turning his hips to dust. He waited, paws behind his head, watching as that fat rump bounced and smacked loudly against his body, his cock always on the edge of bursting. That familiar pressure began to build, and his climax reared again. It was faster this time, brought on by Shakey’s pure skill in every way, and this time, he might have had no choice but to let it happen. After all, it wasn’t him who was in control of his cock anymore. At least, not yet. He hoped his chance would come.  

But if it didn’t, he didn’t make it happen, or he would never live it down.

Humphrey steeled himself, pulling the same trick as before. He waited, watching Shakey’s stretched hole slide up his shaft until it hit the tip. He watched as that bouncy rump fell, its owner putting his weight into yet another downward slam. He met that slam with a thrust of his own, Shakey’s ass rippling and shaking like never before when their bodies slapped noisily together. A squeeze went through his shaft, a rolling twitch of a clench shooting through his length as his tip grazed past that little pebble-sized spot. He could see Shakey’s lip clench as he bit down hard on it, and the sound of yet another pre spurt hitting the forest floor graced his ears. He smirked widely, fangs flashing.

“You like that, huh?” Humphrey leered, his knot denting those cheeks inward. He ground it upward. “Feel that fat cock in your hole? There’s a lot more where that came from, bitch! Be a good pup and moan for me.”

Shakey released the hold of his lower lip, scoffing weakly. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’d just love to hear how much I love your cock, wouldn’t you?” Their laps made contact again, Humphrey’s rump hitting the ground as Shakey’s weight fell on him again. “Well, you’re in luck, ‘cause I do. So big~” Shakey’s tone was almost mocking as he rose his hips again, resuming his riding at a slower, more powerful pace. “So long. Such a nice, big cock. And by the time I’m done with it, it’ll be filling me up with your hot cum. Whadda you think about that~?”   Another slam sent a wave of pleasure through his body, Shakey trading in speed for crushing power. “Let’s break you in, ass-slut.”

“Good luck, bitch!” Humphrey sneered with a snarling grin. “You just know you wanna cum for me! You wouldn’t be biting your lip if you didn’t!”

Shakey stopped in his tracks for a single, hanging moment. It crawled by, and the tension between them erupted in a shower of sparks and sexual fury. Shakey didn’t turn to look at him.

“Yeah, well… I just wanna make you get don’t your hopes up!”

“Why worry about that,” Humphrey began, slapping a paw across that fat ass and dragging it down to his knot with an easy tug. “When you’re so confident you’ll win? Who cares if I get my hopes up so you’re so good? You’re slipping, dude~”

Humphrey could just barely make out Shakey’s muzzle turning a deep red. “No, you’re slipping! All that pre you’re churning out could fill a deep pawprint! If anyone’s slipping-”

Shakey’s train of thought was interrupted by an upward slam against his rump, those fat cheeks parting around Humphrey’s knot as it prodded at his entrance.

“It’s you.” Humphrey finished. “Just gimme a moan, little guy! Throw in the towel! I won’t tell the others~”

Shakey shook his head, like he was shaking off a flea. “Uh-uh, now way, bitch! This wolf doesn’t just give up!”

“Then put some backbone into it!” Humphrey scoffed with a casual roll of his eyes. “I’m not Candu or whoever, I don’t cum easy. Still think I’m rusty~?”

Shakey snarled, huffing in frustration. “Hell yeah, you are!” Shakey rose and fell again, Humphrey’s paws holding his hips and guiding him up and down along the first half of his length. “You’re just an out-of-practice… domesticated…!”  

Humphrey snickered, slowly enforcing his hold. He guided Shakey up and down on his cock, forcing him to rise and fall at his own will. Like a good bitch.

“...COYOTE!!”

Humphrey felt a sting. He laughed, meeting his own artificial riding slams with perfectly-timed thrusts of his hips.

“What’s the matter, bottom? Can’t take losing? Come on, cum for me~”

Shakey’s walls clenched and squeezed around his length, his balls churning and pumping out as much pre-seed as they could. Their bodies slapped together with every thrust, squelching wetly while Humphrey’s pre continually lubed both of them up beyond the point of excess. Their fucking was sticky and stringy, Humphrey’s lap becoming damp in spots as his own mess dribbled onto his fur.

“Not on… your life!” Shakey shook it off again, whatever he was feeling. Judging by the speed and shortness of the rolls and squeezes, and the scent in his nose, Shakey’s cock was ready to blow, spurting just as much as Humphrey’s own, if not more. Every time Humphrey dragged his ass back down, he slid over that little spot, the hidden pleasure button hidden deep in Shakey’s expert backside. His tapered tip speared it from time to time, and that along with the rest of his pleasure flooding through the shorter wolf’s walls, was almost too much to bear.

“Looks like you underestimated me, huh?” Humphrey bit down on his lip again. “Better than you thought I’d be, am I right? Next time, don’t go thinking you can top the Top!!” His last few words came out as a snarl, both of their pleasure thresholds nearing capacity. Like two gauges about to overflow, both wolves huffed and snarled, both of their lengths, Humphrey experienced one and Shakey’s often-neglected one, pumping out their pre-loads as their climax reached a fever pitch.

“Let’s cut to the chase, alright?” Humphrey growled, grinding his knot up against that spasming tailhole as its owner clenched his paws, digging them into Humphrey’s thighs. “Let it all out, bitch. Cum for me~”

Shakey’s voice was repressed, his fangs grinding together. His tail and back bristled, his cheeks slamming down on Humphrey’s lap so perfectly.

“Y-you first…!!”

Humphrey pounded like a battering ram, slow and hard, determined to bash down those remaining defenses before his own steam went out. It would be a hard needle to thread, but he knew he could do it, if he timed it right. But his head was clouded, both of theirs were, and timing wasn’t easy when you’re holding back an orgasm. Both tried to outplay the other, Humphrey’s thrusts met Shakey’s squeezes, Shakey put extra weight into his downward movement, trying his hardest to work with Humphrey’s grip to truly milk that cock. Both wolves danced around each other, refusing to back down…

Until they bumped into each other, and the whole dance came crashing down.

Humphrey made a few more thrusts, feeling like he might burst from all that pent-up pressure. His heart raced, both in fear and excitement, as he finally decided that his climax couldn’t be stopped. He waited for it to hit, to slam into him like he slammed that tight ass, making use of the maybe seconds he had left. He felt Shakey do the same, working within such a short window to make a last ditch effort at ending things decisively. But by the time he had put in two, maybe three, more powerful rams, his mind was slammed with a wave of endorphins, and the battering ram that was his climax slammed on through his defenses, and hit like a speeding truck.

“Gonna…” Humphrey managed to growl out, shutting his eyes tight, leaning his head back, and gritting his fangs so hard he thought he might break his jaw. “Gonna…! Get… fuckin’ ready…!!”

Humphrey’s climax hit. It hit him hard. He could just barely make out Shakey muttering a stammered curse, struggling to keep it all in, as all the sound drained out of his world. It was like the world was blurred away, replaced with white and sweet release. The cork popped, and Humphrey’s cock erupted in a surge of white that filled Shakey’s hole to the brim. His head flooded with pleasure and relief, and he felt a deep, warm feeling engulf his still pistoning length when his load spurted and oozed around his shaft, hot and sticky and perfect. It flooded through Shakey, and even in his haze, he could feel the smaller wolf’s tight walls spasming uncontrolled around him. He hoped on the edge of thinking that what he thought had just happened had just happened, even as he filled Shakey to the absolute brim with as much hot seed as he could possibly muster, like a geyser going off.

But eventually, just like it had the other two days, Humphrey’s climax came down. The pleasure flooding through his body was replaced by a relaxed fatigue, and all the energy and sexy confidence he had just a minute ago left with a single, exhausted sigh. He fell back, front legs limp against his chest, as all the sound in the world around him came flooding back. His own breath mixed his Shakey’s in heavy pants, both wolves trying their hardest to catch their winded breaths as they came down in an afterglow.

When Humphrey felt well enough to speak, he did. Somehow, he felt less tired than before. Maybe he was getting used to this again: he hoped so. Having to take a nap after every fuck was impractical, at the very least.

“You came, didn’t you…?” Humphrey smirked knowingly, the scent of Shakey’s musky seed invading his nose.  

The wind was nearly knocked out of his lungs again when Shakey collapsed backward, right onto his underbelly.  

“Yep.” He said simply. “Yep, I did.”

“So, uh…” Humphrey began, a knot of worry welling up in his belly. It went away as fast it had come; he knew the answer. He didn’t know how, he just… did. “Who won?”

Shakey shrugged a noncommittal shrug. “I don’t think anyone won. We blew at the same time. It’d be too close to tell. Lucky you, huh?”

Humphrey shrugged, the knot in his belly dissipating for good. “Yeah, lucky me. Sorry, man, no ass for you today!”

Shakey just scoffed with a weak chuckle, rolling off of Humphrey’s chest and onto his side, propping up his head with a paw as he panted, his mouth agape and his muzzle fur deep red.

“And I guess you don’t get to give me that knot either. Too bad.” He shrugged again. “Hey, there’s always next time!”

Humphrey scoffed as well, smiling a contented grin as he stirred. “You bet your sweet rump there’s gonna be a next time, too! I had fun; let’s do it again sometime.” Humphrey shook off his fatigue and made his way to his feet, walking over to that special marked tree. :And next time, I’m gonna give you the knot. Trust me.” Two check marks sat side by side, soon joined by a third as his claw carved it into the wood with a slow, deliberate motion. Humphrey gasped out loud when he felt a paw strike his rump, but the shock quickly faded when he felt something else press up against him from behind. He checked over his shoulder, blue eyes twinkling with a mischievous light at what he saw.

Shakey’s rump pressed against his like a snuggly twin. And his was bigger. Not by all that much, but still enough to give him bragging rights. Not twice as big, but almost that much, and he chuckled proudly. Both of those two butts, his fur lighter than Shakey’s, jiggled together, feeding off the thick-rump energy of each other’s perfect asses. Their tails wound together again, straight up like a flagpole, and they pressed back, Humphrey feeling a familiar, musky warmth right on the one spot that only the luckiest of wolves had ever gotten to see…

Right under his tail.

“Look at that.” Humphrey snarked, smirking back at Shakey as their eyes met again. “I am bigger.”

Shakey’s ass pressed back against his, the two rump pressing together perfectly as the tip of Shakey’s tail traced his curves, running along the divide between those rumpcheeks to send a shiver up his spine. “Sure you don’t want me to give this a nice rim? It deserves it!”

Humphrey shrugged. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer, but this big ass is still off-limits.”

Shakey snapped his toes like fingers. “Damn! So close.” His smirk melted into a genuine grin as he took in the markings on the tree. “I guess that’s all three, huh?”

Humphrey grinned, looking at all three check marks lying side by side. Mooch, Salty, and Shakey, all together, just like that. Another check added itself to the list, Humphrey’s claw deftly carving it into the wood. Himself.

He surrounded those four checks in a circle, creating a crude etch of the moon’s surface all around their marks, and finally left it be. He looks upon his handiwork with pride, a shiver going up his spine as the warm remnants of his climax ram down in rump and balls, dribbling onto the ground as the smell of sex permeated the entire clearing for the third time that week. And it wouldn’t be the last.

“Yep, the Omega Club’s all back together.” Humphrey’s proud grin twisted in a predatory, sexual grin, and he pressed his rump back against Shakey’s with a suggestive bump of his hips, feeling his still-hard cock slap against his underbelly. “Bet you forgot all about that old name, huh?”

Shakey shrugged. “Nah, I remember. Mooch came up with that one, right?” He chuckled simply, golden eyes shining. “Now the real fun starts, right~?” He inquired, smacking both asses with a mightly blow that sent a shiver of pleasure up Humphrey’s spine.

“You got it. Now the real fun starts.” Humphrey snickered back at him, watching as his infamously-huge rump wobbled in the best way possible, rising and falling and rippling and bouncing more than Shakey’s ever could in a hundred years. “I can’t wait~”