For the second time that week, Humphrey woke up with the sun in his eyes. The orange glow of a sunrise was beginning to rear its head over the horizon, casting the whole of Jasper’s valleys and forests in its glow. The light filled the den, a ray of bright orange hitting him right in the face. His eyes creaked open, and he winced, the color dancing off the blue of his eyes as he blinked in its brightness. Humphrey had always loved sunrises, but looking one right in the face first thing in the morning wasn’t really all that pleasant. It was bright and warm, but it stung his eyes. He yawned. The first thing to wake him up was the sunrise.

The second was a slap hitting his ass.

He yelped, jumping almost to standing, as his rump stung and a fleshy smack echoed off the stone walls of the den. His own yelp rang in his ears, and a light chuckle followed; a bright, sparkling chuckle that he would know from anywhere. 

“Good morning, handsome.” Kate grinned, his brown eyes shimmering in the light, and her golden fur glowing like fire. “Sorry, I wasn't trying to wake you up!”

Humphrey shook off the initial shock and yawned again, slowly shaking his head to get the sleep out of his head. He stretched out, back arched and bouncy rump hiked up into the air.

“No problem, babe…!” He grunted, falling limply onto his belly. He cast a look over his shoulder, watching as his butt jiggled in place and settled behind his tail. “I needed to get up anyway. Been sleeping in too much!”

Kate chuckled to herself again. Her laugh was like a trickling spring, and it made his heart flutter in his chest just at the thought of it. “It’s my job to get up early and hunt. You get to sleep in and tidy up the den. Remember?”

Humphrey waved his paw, unable to take his eyes away from the way his right rumpcheek was very slightly red under the coat. Kate really knew how to hit hard. “Yeah, yeah, I know. How hard did you hit anyway?”

“Maybe a little too hard.” Kate admitted with a guilt grin, her eyes trained on those jiggles as they finally subsided, leaving her husband’s rump in its usual bubbly shape. Well, maybe a little more red than usual. “I just wanted to steal a peek before I left. I know you made that thing so big for me, I just wanted to let you know I appreciate it.”

Humphrey looked her in the face, and their eyes locked. Blue stared into brown, both their eyes shimmering in the light of the dawn outside, and in so many other ways that they couldn’t possibly count. 

“Thanks, Kate.” He smiled. “Just… try to hit a little softer next time, okay? It kinda hurt.” He winced a bit, reaching back to give his rump a rub with his paw. He had no idea Kate could smack an ass so hard; the only one who could hit as hard was Shakey! But he put that aside for now. Just the thought was already gearing him up, and that was the last thing Kate needed right now.

“Okay,” Kate grinned, a sly edge appearing on her muzzle as he turned toward the cave mouth. “I’ll try. I’m surprised you’re not used to having it hit harder, though!”

Humphrey grinned back at her, his blue eyes beginning to lid in that special way he had. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m giving the boys all the teases in the world for you. Trust me, they all know what I’ve got back here.”

Kate giggled to herself, swaying her hips from side to side as he began to walk toward the den’s entrance, her tail swishing saucily behind her. Humphrey couldn’t help but take note of her movements, not missing a single one, not a single swish or sway. After all, he would need to study that work closely if he was going to copy it. And he couldn’t think of a better model for the job.

“I’m sure they all do, handsome.” Kate smirked back over her shoulder, bumping her rump to the side with a swish of her tail and a little bounce of her intoxicatingly-shapely ass. “Just save some for me, okay?”

Humphrey made his way to his feet, his heart pounding against his chest as he approached her from behind, turning in a circle and pressing his hips backward. Kate’s gasp hit his ears when their backsides pressed together, their tails curling and furling around each other like the entwined fibers of a rope; completely inseparable. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty to go around.” He smirked, their eyes meeting once again. The shimmer was different this time, and when the scent of her heat hit him in the nose, he could already feel himself pumping to life in every way imaginable. He watched as their rumps pressed together, those twin sets of rumpcheeks, gray on golden, meeting like a heart in the middle, their tails up in the air like a flagpole. He didn’t have to say anything else; their mutual bedroom eyes, raging and burning between them, said all there was to say. 

But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride. Alpha females had the nicest rumps in the valley, everyone knew that. The biggest and juiciest and bounciest all belonged to them, and not even the males could compare. They had their own features, but as Humphrey looked behind, he felt pride well up inside him like he had never felt before. Kate was an Alpha’s Alpha, the best of the best, but here he was, with an ass almost twice as big and bouncy as hers. Though it might have just been the light, he could tell his was bigger any day, even if it wasn’t that exact number. His was bigger, and better, and they both knew it. He couldn’t help but snicker, biting down on his lip before stealing it all away. Their tails unravelled and their rumps un-squished as he finally backed off, flopping down on his back on his size of the den. 

“But don’t you have somewhere to be?” He asked, smirking up a storm as the dawn burned on, turning from orange to gold. If Kate was fire earlier, now she was an angel. 

Kate sighed, holding all that sexual desire in for the moment, and returning to normal for the time being.

“Yeah,” She said, sounding almost disappointed. “I still have to go on that hunt! Don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for dinner.” She resumed her walk, this time just barely stepping over the threshold of the den, and giving one last lookback. “Just one more week, sexy. Then I’m all yours.”

With those words hanging in the air like sparks from a flame, Kate gave her rump a few more saucy sway and bumps before she disappeared around the corner, and was gone. Humphrey laid back, breathing his own sigh. It was long, and airy, and needy. Every time he saw Kate leave the den, he felt like she carried a piece of him with her, a piece that would only come back to him when their eyes met the night after. He lay there in the light of dawn, his fur shining with a golden edge, and his thoughts stirred. 

Now, he knew, it was time to get down to business.

Two days ago, he had met up with Shakey, and his hips were more sore than they had ever been for hours after. Three days straight of hardcore sex would too that to a guy, he supposed. It was almost like he fucked them harder than he usually went with Kate, and there may have been truth to it, but he had more important things to worry about now. He had taken yesterday off to let his hips rest; he would need them for the day to come. While Humphrey had been resting, Shakey had been off gathering the group, and last night, the final date and time had been reached for the first official gathering of their little group in two years. He could already feel himself getting hard just thinking about it, could already feel his balls begin to drop.

Today at noon was the date and time, and they would all be there. He needed to be in peak shape for what was coming; hips rested, cock ready, and ass in perfect teasing shape. He knew it wasn’t going to be a short meeting, that was for sure. All the specifics had been ironed out, and all he had to do was wait for the sun to reach its height. In the meantime, however, there was prep to do.

He snickered to himself as he ran a claw down the length of his plump sheath, his pulse pounding as his sex drive began to revv for real. The moment with Kate had only been the key in the ignition, and now it was time to get this thing ready to go. He coaxed himself to hardness quickly; he was already half there, and a few reminiscing memories of sexy, dirty times got him the rest of the way in no time. He smirked down at his hardened length, that ten-inch beast coming out to greet him against his belly for the first time of the day. He slowly, teasingly, wrapped a paw around its base, squeezing at the girth of his flesh, feeling the knot swell within seconds with a few slow, agonizing pumps from base to tapered tip.

“Alright, baby…” He growled, flashing his smirk for the second time that day as he pumped his cock in his paw, feeling it jump and throb in his grip. He resisted the urge to take in a gasp of air when a warm rope of sticky pre streaked across his chest, staining the cave floor with his heady musk and his fur with a dark stripe. “...Let’s get you nice and ready. We’ve got a long day coming!”

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Humphrey’s ample rump bounced behind him as he walked along the final approach to the Usual Spot, both of those plump cheeks jiggling and bumping lightly together with every step he took. That special spot between his legs pounded with his heart beat, pulsing with barely-contained excitement that radiated up into the pit of his stomach. It was like butterflies were fluttering around inside his belly, but further down, it was like a steam valve ready to burst. His mind still swam with sexy ideas, and he couldn’t help being deeply, acutely aware of the way his raging hard-on was slapping against his underbelly with every movement of his body, smacking lightly into his fur as he walked. It took every ounce of his willpower not to leak: too much excitement could ruin the fun before it even started, and he didn’t want that.

His ears twitched and his belly fluttered as the voices of his friends talked and laughed behind him. All three of them were following him close behind, clinging onto him as closely as his own tail; swapping stories, making jokes, hinting at their own plans for the day. Humphrey couldn’t help but smile affectionately. Of all the things he had missed about their old get-togethers, this was one of the things he missed the most.

“Hey, Salty,” Mooch’s deep voice said with an equally deep chuckle. “remember that time when you and Humphrey thought you could both fit inside me at the same time?”

“Hell yeah, dude!” Salty snickered back. Humphrey could hear the sexy grin on his face; he didn’t need to turn to see it in his mind’s eye. “And we didn’t just try!”

Humphrey peered over his shoulder with a sly smirk, swaying his prized rump saucily from side to side. “We pulled it off, too! What, did we fuck you so hard you forgot we managed that one? I think we called it-” him and Salty shared a steamy glance, their eyes gleaming that was like looking into a mirror. Both of them spoke at the same time, in unison. “The Omega Double-team.”

Mooch gave a snorting chuckle again. “Oh yeah, I remember now!”

Humphrey gave his butt a little upward bounce, swishing his tail right behind him as they followed close. “We’re almost there, boys. Maybe we’ll see that little trick again before the day’s over. Whadda you say, Mooch? Think you could handle both of us?”

Mooch could only nod, the fact that he was containing vast amounts of excitement plain on his face, as all of them made their way through the brush and into the clearing. Humphrey made his way to the dead-center, resisting the urge to bite his lip; his hard-on slapped painfully against his belly, and he could feel his pulse raging through his length with every beat of his heart.

He stopped in the center, the light of the midday sun filtering through the trees with a fiery glow that outlined his fur with gold. He watched on with clockwork swishes of his tail as all three of them chatted away, taking their old places like they had never left. Salty sat his rump down on the right, leaning back in a slight, comfy recline against the tree behind him. Shakey took the far left, reclining lazily against a tree trunk. Mooch took his old, familiar spot as well, sitting right across from Humphrey. His ears just barely grazed the carved check marks in the bark above him, his back straight like an Alpha at attention. The only difference between him and an Alpha was that Alphas didn’t usually blush as red as a fresh kill, looking nervous and horny and excited all at the same time at the slightest sign of sexy fun. Not that Humphrey blamed him. He shot his chubby friend the first steamy glare of the day as he took a few steps toward all of them, pacing back and forth in front of their faces as he talked.

“So, now that we’re all here…” He smirked, making his way over to Salty with a swish of his tail and a bump of his hips. “Who’s ready to have some fun? I know I am!”

Every one of them shot a paw into the air. Shakey gave a little whooping howl, Mooch laughed excitedly, and Salty just sat there with a lazy smirk that could have matched Humphrey’s any day. Humphrey made another pace, right past Mooch and towards Shakey on the other end.

“Good. The first inaugural meeting of the Omega Club is now a-go! But first,” He turned as he finished that leg of his pace, bumping his ass back into Shakey’s face with a bouncing jiggle. He didn’t even flinch when the smack hit him, and the sounds of his slapped rump echoed off the trees. All he did was keep walking, swaying that big butt he was so proud of back and forth, bumping that jiggling thing into their faces as he passed, and keeping that jiggle going for as long as possible. With an ass like his, he knew that that would be a pretty easy task. It only made the brain-frying smell of their combined musk grow stronger the more he did it, and he had nothing to complain about. “Who remembers how we do this? Show of paws for anyone who forgot.”

Not a single one of them didn’t raise their paw, and Humphrey gave a little chuckle before he began. He made his way back to the middle and sat his backside down in front of them, leaning back to expose that raging hard-on he had been keeping in high gear for so long. The cool midday breeze grazed over his length, the bright red flesh of his cock pulsing and throbbing in the open air, staring all three of them down, but pointed directly at Mooch. His tapered tip sported a single bead of pre, like a drop of dew on a leaf, ready to begin its slick descent down his sensitive underside with the slightest throb.

“Great,” He grinned. “But one thing before we start. It’s been too long since we did this kinda stuff, so we’re gonna measure! You guys are gonna roll over, and then we’re gonna see who’s bigger! Pretty simple stuff.”

Mooch swallowed hard, and the scent of powerful canine musk began to grace Humphrey’s senses. It had been so long since he had smelled them all combined like this, and they were only going to get stronger, more intoxicating, from here on out. He could already see his friend’s endowments pumping with life, but he would need a direct measurement before the fun could begin. He resisted the urge to give an excited, horny chuckle as he broke the silence.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road, Omegas.” Humphry smirked, looking all of them in the face with a smoldering gleam in his eyes. “Everyone scooch in. Roll over and whip ‘em out!”

They all did as they were told, all three wolves coming together shoulder-to-shoulder and lying flat on their back. Humphrey approached from the front as soon as they had finished, his own sizable length slapping loudly against his belly as he did, until he stood over all of them like a shadow, the edges of his fur fiery gold and his eyes sparkling in the light. He stepped over Shakey, front paws next to his shoulders. Their smirks met as the smaller of the two ground his hips upward, flattening their knotted endowments together perfectly. Shakey’s golden bedroom eyes stared him down as Humphrey met the thrust with one of his own, their knots sitting proudly on top of each other. He peered between his front legs to take the measurement, just in time to see his ass bounce and shake from a flawlessly-timed tail whip.

“Watch that tail.” Humphrey said with a teasing grin and tone. “I haven’t laid the ground rules yet.”

“I don’t need ‘em to tease that big butt of yours.” Shakey replied, his eyes shimmering. “I know you like it.”

Humphrey chuckled, returning to business. He hated to acknowledge it, but he did feel a tingle in his belly when it happened, and as his rumpcheeks bounced pertly against each other, he couldn’t resist the instinctual cock throb now going through his length. He pulled his mind back to the task at paw, returning the rump slap as he took his measurement. Human numbers always came so much in handy.

“I’m ten inches, you’re eight. I’m bigger.” 

He backed up, his shadow passing over Shakey as he laid there, legs drawn in and eight-inch cock raging. He didn’t pay it any mind, even as it throbbed messily between his legs with a spurt of clear pre-seed against its owner’s chest, instead turning his attention to Mooch.

“Alright, bitch.” Humphrey smirked with a ravenous glare as he stepped over him, paws next to his shoulders, and cast him in his dark shadow. Mooch’s blush was visible even in that deep shade, and Humphrey felt their length touch with a needy jump from the one below. He checked between their legs. “Let’s get you measured.”

Even from the initial touch, he could tell how thick Mooch was. But even now, after all these years, as he was staring it down, he still couldn’t believe it. Mooch was thick; very thick. For the bottom of the group, Humphrey had no idea he could be so big around; how any wolf, let alone a submissive little Omega, could be so ass-splittingly girthy. Humphrey almost found himself in awe, ogling the tailhole-destroying girth his bottom friend had to play with. It was easily the equivalent of two of his own impressive lengths put side by side, at the very least. No wonder Mooch was such a bottom, he found himself thinking, almost aloud. No one could ever hope to take that dick! And the knot… no one could ever hope to take that beast and live, not any Alpha he knew. It would tear anyone in half, no matter how good they were.

Well, maybe not Kate. She was an impressive wolf, she could probably handle it. If anyone wolf in Canada could hope to ride that thing, it was her, he knew that much. Now that he thought about it, he realized, he had never seen Mooch get so much as ridden by any of them! He chuckled, hitting Mooch’s red muzzle with a blast of hot breath that only made him whine and blush all the harder. Maybe even Shakey knew his limits.

The only consolation was the length of it all. Whatever higher powers out there decided this kind of thing had traded one good thing for another. Mooch was only half his size in length, and Humphrey breathed a sigh of relief, even if he had no idea why. 

“Five inches.” He said simply, leaving Mooch a huffing, nervous mess as he stepped over him. “Thick as hell, but five inches.”

He couldn’t help but notice a little bit of disappointment in Mooch’s face as he backed up, turning his attention to Salty. “Alright, last one.” He smirked as he put his paws down right at Salty’s shoulders. “Let’s see how big the wildcard is.” Salty met his grin with one of his own; a lazy, hungry grin that, despite its laziness, his just as carnal and sex-hungry as his own. A thrust hit Humphrey’s lap, his low-hanging balls smacking into his friend’s with a slight twinge of pain that spread up into his belly as their cocks met. Humphrey looked down between their legs, and felt his stomach drop. He gulped as quietly and discreetly as he could, but if the gleam in Salty’s eye said anything, it was that he didn’t do it discreetly enough. 

The two of them were exactly the same size. It was like staring at his cock’s twin; the same length, the same girth, the same fist-sized knot. They even throbbed in unison, leaking over each other like ice melting off a tree branch. 

“What’s the matter, big guy?” Salty’s scratchy voice was sly and confident. “Surprised? Guess I forgot to mention I grew a few inches over the years!” 

Humphrey had banged Salty before, right in this spot, just the other day! How could he have not noticed this? He wasn’t really in the habit of giving other wolves’ cocks the time of day, him being the top that he was, but he couldn’t help but feel almost a little threatened. But he shook it off,  brushing off that slight amount of trepidation like the stupid thing it was as he thrusted down against Salty’s length.

“Looks like you have.” He concluded, smirk blazing. “Ten inches to ten inches. Same size.” He backed off with a growl. “Lucky you.”

Salty rolled his eyes, pumping that mirrored cock in his paw with a burning smirk. “Yeah, lucky me. You’re not the only hung Omega in the pack!”

Humphrey, admittedly, hadn’t thought of that. A few ideas drifted through his head, but he put them on the back burner for the time being. There was one more thing left to do.

“Okay, boys.” Humphrey chuckled darkly. “Before we start, first, some ground rules. You know the old ones, but a refresher can’t hurt!” He paced back and forth in front of them, locking eyes with all three wolves as they showed off their lengths in the daylight streaming in from overhead. With an upward wave of his paw, they all sat back up, Mooch shaking off a few stray leaves from his ears.

“Rule number one:” He glanced at Mooch, swaying his rump back and forth as he paced slowly. “Have fun and make a mess. We’ve got this whole place to ourselves, no need to hold back.”

“Rule number two:” He said, locking eyes with Salty and sharing a smirk between them. “Communicate. If you get an idea, say it! If you don’t like something, speak up. We’ll think of something else if we have to.”

Finally, he paced in front of Shakey, meeting his eyes the longest. “And finally, rule number three:” All three of them watched on with bated breath as Humphrey made his way back to the middle, making a full turn. He smirked over his shoulder, giving that big ass of his a lifting bounce and pressing it in all of its round, jiggling glory back into their faces. He could already feel their hot breath huff over his rumpcheeks as his hips swayed from side to side, a timely whip of his tail sending that ass into a wobbling frenzy behind him, shaking from side to side and rising and falling as one. He smirked wider than he had all day, meeting each of their eyes in turn as he gave that thing a few light bumps upward, squaring his stance to give his prized butt a twerking bounce as he slowly, steadily, lowered his front end to the ground and hiked his goods up into the air with a meaty, fleshy clap. Then, for the first time in a good, long while, he began to truly show off what he had, what he could do, throwing those wide hips back and up, smacking those gray-furred cheeks together with force and determination. Their breaths picked up behind him, Mooch huffing like a little pup as he no-doubt drowned in his musk, only sliding deeper with every teasing smack of his cakes against each other.

Mooch stared on, his mouth agape. Salty sat back smugly, his cock raging between his legs and leaking onto the forest floor without a hint of shame. His eyes met Shakey’s, and as his ass bounced right in his face, taunting him, teasing him, drawing him in, all he could think about was the previous day. Their bet, their wager, the thrill of gambling such an important thing as his own virginity on the line. Their eyes met, blue into fiery gold, and they sparkled in exactly the same way. Out of all of them, for that single moment, Shakey’s musk was the strongest. Another smack hit his rump at the height of his bounce, and a moan hit his ear shortly after. Mooch looked dazed, drunk, as that needy moan escaped his throat, his eyes burning with intoxication and unfettered need. The medley of their musk reached its strongest point yet, the workings of his big, bouncy ass only getting more frantic, more excited, the more he breathed it in.

And a part of him didn’t want to stop. A yelling, nagging part of him could have teased them all day, that fat ass bouncing and smacking away and that beast of a cock slapping messly against his underbelly for as long as he could hook them in. An itch raged in the back of his mind, an urge to completely own what he had, to slam that perfect rump down on their faces and watch as they breathed his musk deep into their senses, letting it fry their brains until there was nothing left but a bunch of ass-worshiping bitches. The itch was right there, niggling and growing in the back of his mind to show them everything he had in his playbook, everything he had earned over the years of watching and learning. He had seen every trick in the book with Kate and Shakey, how they owned what they had and didn’t hide it. He had been there and experienced every second of how Kate would use her gifted assets to completely intoxicate him like a drug, how Shakey had totally wrecked Alphas into drooling messes with just his ass alone. And if he wanted to (and at the moment, he did more than anything), he could have pulled them off flawlessly, without a hitch, without a second’s hesitation. 

Seeing Shakey completely give himself over, all for just a taste of what he had in store, would be worth it at the very least. And that wasn’t counting the others; Mooch would never want anything else after it was done, he was sure of it. He could see their faces in his mind’s eye as clear as day, drunk and drowned in the sheer confidence he had in his backside, pinned to the forest floor under all that rump he was so proud of, eyes rolling up and breaths coming in short bursts under his tail, huffing and snorting his musk and sexual scent for as long as they could still breathe until they pleaded for more. They would do anything for more, and he would make sure of that. But not before giving them what they wanted. The itch was there, the voice was loud, and he felt a strangely-exciting tingle beneath his tail. He salivated. He needed it.

But another part of him spoke louder. Not much louder, but just that little decibel more, barely enough to be heard over his raging adrenaline. It was time to get the show on the road and stop fooling around. The time for this simple foreplay was almost over, and teases weren’t going to cut it anymore. 

And he knew exactly what to do next. 

Just as soon as the show had come, it was over, and Humphrey had returned to his spot and forcefully sat that jiggling rump down with an audible thump, looking them all over from head to tail with as cocky and confident a smirk as he could possibly muster. It was more than cocky, more than confident. It was smug. Smug and knowing, completely and utterly cognisant of what he could do. He chuckles darkly, leaning back with a bead of pe shining at his tapered tip.

“Look,” He smirked, the sunlight glinting off his fangs. “But don’t touch. Not unless I say so. Think you boys can handle it?”

All three of them shared a glance, Shakey and Salty sharing the steamiest one.

“Whatever you say, dude.” Salty chuckled smugly. “I might have to do some handling of my own if you try that stunt again.”

Humphrey rolled his eyes. “Good luck on that one, ass-slut.” That bead of fresh pre gleamed at his tapered tip, and his confident smirk blazed when he sat down in front of them again. “Try it and you’ll get a pounding up the tail you won’t believe. You’ll be walking funny for weeks, trust me!”

Salty shot him the exact smirk back, matching his energy and fire in every way he could count. “Not much of a warning, is it, Humph? What if I wanna be walking funny, huh?”

Humphrey scoffed with a shake of his head and an eye-roll, clearing his throat before speaking again.

“Okay, Omegas.” He spoke louder now, sitting tall with his back as straight as it would go. For an Omega himself, he looked almost noble. “Playtime’s over, time for the main event. Pick a partner and let’s get started!”

All of them shared a glance, their eyes burning with lustful fire and their adrenaline pumping through their systems like it hadn’t done in years. The waiting finally ended, and all their pent-up gazes fell down on the same wolf. Mooch gulped down his nerves when they all landed on him, his tail thumping loudly against the roots of the tree behind him as he blushed deeply across his muzzle.

“What are you all looking at me for…?” 

But he knew. They all knew. And when Humphrey got back to all fours and advanced on him, hips swaying and that intimidating cock slapping lewdly against his belly, he gulped again, hard enough to leave his mouth dry.

“How about a little warm-up, boys?” Humphrey growled like a hungry Alpha as he talked, his eyes and fangs gleaming in the light. “Let’s show this big bitch what we can do together!”

Humphrey met their eyes one more time, their low-hanging lengths swinging and swaying beneath their legs as they took a few steps forward. Mooch’s shrunk back against the tree behind him while they all closed in, the sun overhead casting a trio of dark, intersecting shadows over his blushing muzzle and pudgy form. They utterly surrounded him, like a trio of Alphas backing a squirrel up against his own branch, their cockheads oozing and their musk overpowering.

The look on his face was priceless. Musk-drunk and excited, but with a twinge of primal fear or apprehension. He looked eager, but also just a little bit scared. But he was always like this, they knew that. And as they looked him over from nose to tail, his back straight against the trunk behind him with nowhere else to go, they slobbered and salivated, each one of them drowning in their own dirty ideas and the smell of canine musk.

And Mooch was just the start. There was more fun to be had later, all the way until the sun went down. And Humphrey intended to use every second of it to its fullest.

“You ready for this, bitch?” Humphrey growled, leaning in until his and Mooch’s noses nearly tapped together. “Think you can handle all three of us at once? If you’re not sure, now’s your last chance to back out!” Humphrey knew he wouldn’t take it, not in a hundred years. The offer was just for show, just for the effect, and Mooch gave an understanding, eager nod.

“Y-yeah…!” The large Omega stammered, drawing in a raspy breath while his eyes flitted between all of their legs, right over their lightly-swaying lengths. “Yeah, I can handle it, Humph…!”

“You want me to do my worst, huh?” Humphrey chuckled, far deeper than any Omega had a right to. He felt every lingering look of Mooch’s eyes as they lingered on his cock, and a gulp of spit soon followed down his throat. “I can do that.” he nudged his head to the side, addressing the others with a wide smirk. “I’ve got dibs on the back-end, boys.” He turned his attention back to Mooch in an instant. “Get to the middle, Omega. On your back. Don’t keep us waiting!”

They all watched on as Mooch did exactly as he was told, that fat rump jiggling with every heavy, leaden step as he made his way to the pinpoint center of the clearing and rolled over onto his back. He met their eyes with his mouth hanging open, his breaths coming in short, nerve-wracked pants, and his immensely-thick cock leaking its sticky precum out against his pudgy underbelly. Each wolf stared back in his own way. Humphrey’s eyes went over his entire body, from head to tail, looking ready to devour him alive. Salty’s gaze did the same, squeezing his plump curves like a handsy, groping paw as he circled around to his upturned head, his cock slapping loudly against his belly along with his balls. And Shakey’s gaze fell down between his legs, taking in every last inch of that girthy monster of a cock, so big around that not even someone like him would dare attempt taking it all.

Or, at least, that’s what Humphrey gathered. He could have been wrong. Either way, he had never seen Mooch top, and he knew him better than any of them. He chuckled to himself as him and Salty took their positions on either end of their tubby friend. Maybe someday, now that they were all together again, he would get to see it. Just imagining the look on Shakey’s face as he tried to fit all that dick up any of his holes was fun enough for him already…

But he and Salty had a job to do, He cleared his throat, focusing like an Alpha on the hunt. He drank in all that canine musk in one deep breath, his cock twitching under him and his vision sharpening like a hawk’s.

“You ready, Salty?” He smirked savagely at the scrawny wolf opposite him. They stepped over Mooch together, their paw-toes lightly tapping together as they met in the middle, smirk staring into smirk and blue staring into gold. “You ready to break this bitch in the Omega way?” His eyes gleamed, and Salty’s did the same as their tips found their marks. Mooch’s legs drew inward, his head leaning back and his tail going utterly limp beneath them as they lined up. Humphrey’s pre-leaking tip prodded at his quivering hole, and Salty’s found his hungry lips.

“Hell yeah, dude.” Salty said again, his hips just barely beginning to press forward against that hungry muzzle. “Let's do it.”

Humphrey didn’t bother saying another word. His carnal grin did all the talking he needed it to, and the two Omegas moved as one. Humphrey slipped his hips forward, feeling Mooch’s insides swiftly part around him, engulfing his oozing length into the vise grip-like depths when he finally kicked into gear, filling him inches at a time with a single smooth shove. 

Any moan that would have hit his ears was instantly muffled, Salty’s equally-impressive cock filling his mouth with everything he could muster. They both speared him perfectly, moving in unison to bury as much of their bitch-destroying lengths deep into him as fast and as mercilessly as they could. Humphrey’s hips rammed forward, Mooch’s submissive and needy moans sounding muffled and stuffed. Inch after inch of his cock slipped into his depths one shove at a time, his hot, tight hole quivering, spasming, and clenching down on him every step of the way. The two of them bottomed out in no time at all, both of their laps pressing soundly and grinding ruthlessly against Mooch’s holes for just long enough for them to take a breath. Mooch mewled beneath them, and if they could have seen his eyes, they wouldn’t have been surprised at all to discover that they were rolling up, every inch of him lost in the pleasure of being utterly stuffed. 

Him and Salty shared another dark and cocky smirk.

“How’s it feel?” Humphrey snickered, his bulbous knot denting those fat rumpcheeks inward as it kissed Mooch’s gaped tailhole. “Is that mouth as good as it used to be?”

“Almost.” Salty replied with a sarcastic flash of his fangs. Humphrey knew he was underselling it, but he played along. Any excuse to wreck the wolf harder was good in his book. “I think he might need a little ‘reminder’. A little extra practice in sucking a cock. You get me?”

Humphrey nodded slowly, a shiver going up his backbone and a heavy throb going through his cock when a rolling clench came along, massaging his length to perfection. Mooch’s insides felt warm and sticky when a gushing spurt of pre hit his walls. “Yeah, I get you.” Humphrey smirked with a fang-flash of his own. “Let’s show him what he’s missed.”

Salty didn’t even bother replying. Him and Humphrey were on the same wavelength down to the second, their pulses beating as one down to the last beat as they both pulled their hips backward. His knot left that ring quivering as it departed, but the quiver was nothing in comparison to the needy, desperate clenches going through Mooch’s walls, or the equally-desperate moans in his throat when their cocks began to slip out an inch at a time. 

But it wouldn’t last long. As soon as the wolves’ lengths had been pulled almost completely out of his body, leaking and oozing their salty pre all around his smeared walls and throat with every inch that left him, they were being thrust in again. Humphrey’s hips rammed forward like they hadn’t done in a couple of days, splitting that tailhole wide with a single powerful shove. A loud, fleshy smack rang out when their bodies collided, Mooch’s rump being sent into a wobbling, jiggling frenzy when they slammed together with the force of a thunderclap. Another spurt of pre filled him up, and another dark chuckle sounded out between them, before the real work began.

Humphrey and Salty’s metronome was the most in-sync it had been in years. Every pull back was met with another, every slam back in was matched like a mirror. They worked themselves both into the perfect rhythm, never missing a single beat between them as Humphrey’s cock fucked him up the tail, and Salty’s length plowed down his throat. Mooch’s moans became almost like screams when their rhythm finally found its pace, muffled and held back by Salty’s powerful, thrusting slams against the back of his throat, and egged on by Humphrey’s length ramming away deep inside his crushing depths. 

For such a little bitch, Mooch was surprisingly tight, and surprisingly skilled. For all his nervous facades, he was just as good at taking dick as the two of them were at giving it, milking Humphrey with his walls for all he was worth, every last drop and spurt of precum he could muster deep in his balls, which were slamming against as his jiggling rumpcheeks with every thrust of his hips now. Salty’s cock clearly wasn’t faring much better, if the way his fangs were clenched in a snarl and his hips were becoming a blur of gray had anything to say about it. Mooch’s insides were nearly perfection, and the longer they went on, pounding and slamming away with everything they had, every last spurt of pre, thrust of their hips, or snarl of dirty-talk, the more their mutual climax began to rear its head. Humphrey could already feel it deep in him; the urge to cut loose, to slam every last inch of his fat knot right up his tail, to pound away and let loose his hottest load yet, one that would leave him drained for days!

But he held it back. Even as he began to see stars, his pulse pounding in his ears as hard as he pounded that rump underneath him, he shook it off. There was more to do after this, and holding it all in as much as he could would only make things more fun. He clamped down on that urge to blow, and Salty matched his speed as usual. They traded in speed for power, ramming away at their little bitch together, still in sync…

Lost deep in the throws of his own pleasure, however, Humphrey had failed to notice the rustling of leaves and paws behind him. He gasped, his pupils drawing in and his heart leaping up into his throat, when he felt something press against him from behind. A loud smack rang out, and his rump stung like it had just been cracked by a bullwhip. He craned his head around, his beginnings of panic quickly subsiding when he saw what was going on. He took a deep breath, steadily himself as Shakey’s golden gaze met his from over his shoulder. The smallest wolf pressed back against him from behind, both of their huge, bubbly rumps pressed so perfectly together as he slammed away. Shakey’s ass jiggled along with his, both sets of cheeks smacking again one another with wobbling bounces and meaty claps every time he pulled back from a thrust.

“Shakey…!” Humphrey panted, his cock throbbing inside Mooch’s walls at the way their fat asses pressed and squished so immaculately together. It almost looked like a heart in a way, and for a moment, he was looking at him and Kate again. He shook it off and formed his words, the gold of Kate’s fur fading back in Shakey’s near-black. “Rule number three! No touching my ass…!”

Shakey only chuckled, rolling his eyes. Another crack hit Humphrey’s ears when Shakey’s tail whipped down across their asses, causing a mighty, quaking ripple to spread through both of them as they collided yet again.

“Oh please,” Shakey snickered. “We all know you don’t really mean that. Face it, you love it when I do this.” Before Humphrey could stop himself, their tails coiled and locked together, his hips slipping back, seemingly with a mind of their own to further press those bubbly rumps together. “Don’t you?”

Humphrey couldn’t bring himself to nod. He wanted to, but he didn’t. It didn’t matter, Shakey knew already.

“Okay,” Humphrey sighed. “So this is pretty fun. But you wanna actually join in instead of just screwing around, huh?” His sigh turned into a friendly snicker before he even noticed it. His eyes were locked on their asses, how they squished and deformed together, how their sizes were so different yet so perfect together. His was definitely bigger, that much was certain, and he could already feel the heat of Shakey tailhole radiate over his own, the two puckered holes practically kissing each other with how close they were. But heat would be the only thing that spot under his tail would be feeling, he was sure of that.

“Funny,” Shakey smirked, wiggling against Humphrey’s own huge ass, enough to make it wobble and bounce against his with a simple shove back. It clapped when he did, threatening to bounce and smack off of its own momentum and size for Fenrir-knows-how-long. “I was just about to mention that. Make some room, boys, I’m jumping in.”

FInally, their rumps separated. Shakey pulled back, uncoiling his tail from Humphrey’s and leaving the fatter-assed wolf feeling surprisingly alone. Another smack of his tail was all Humphrey’s ass needed to go into another clapping bounce, and the urge to tease some more prodded at the back of his mind, only to be shoved down. 

“Tease you later, cutie-rump.” Shakey grinned, bumping their asses together from the side with one more meaty clap and one more mutual bounce. “Don’t forget about our bet! I expect a round two before today’s over, you hear me?”

Humphrey rolled his eyes with a huffing smirk watching as Shakey approached from the side. 

“How could I forget that?” He grinned, him and Salty pulling back to give the darker wolf access to Mooch’s body. “But don’t we have a bitch to break in first?” Their cocks slopped out of his holes with messy oozes of spit and pre, and both of them admired their handiwork as they backed off just a bit. Mooch now lay on the ground completely exposed, the sun settling his fur ablaze with gold as he gasped for air and moaned wordlessly to no one in particular, looking as if he’d just run a mile. Or maybe had a ten-inch cock rammed down his throat. That definitely could have been it.

“Hmm,” Shakey leered, the three of them casting Mooch in a trio of intersecting, overlapping shadows. “That we do. Let’s get to it.” He matched their smirks to a tee, all three Omegas flashing their fangs in predatory grins that could make an Alpha blush. 

Out of all of them, Shakey was the first to act. Humphrey watched on as Shakey straddled Mooch’s torso, a gasping wheeze coming from the large Omega’s spit-lubed throat when his weight settled on top of his chest. The smallest of the four was never very heavy, in fact he was extremely light, but the weight of a whole wolf was still pretty heavy. Humphrey could attest to that a hundred times over. Shakey’s cocky chuckle sent a tingle up his spine, and even though he couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, he could see one thing. Shakey was scooting back, slamming that fat, bouncy ass down on the large wolf’s underbelly with little fleshy claps, all the way down until their hips met. Shakey’s bubbly rumpcheeks wiggled back against that ass-splitting beast of a cock, steadily spreading and parting around its thick shaft until it lay sandwiched between them. Humphrey had seen those hotdog things humans liked to eat, and if the sight reminded him of anything, it was that. Those two plump cheeks cradled Mooch’s cock between them so perfectly, and Shakey peered over his shoulder with a smirk and a whip of his tail across his rump before slipping his tail’s tip over the underside of that thick length. A desperate moan echoed off the trees around them as Shakey began to get to work in his own way, rising and falling over that shaft with slow, teasing plaps down against their submissive friend’s lap. A gush of hot pre was his reward, Mooch’s under-utilized length streaking those dark rumpcheeks with a rope or two with the addition of another, longer moan.

“You like that, huh?” Shakey growled, leaning down to meet Mooch face-to-face, not stopping his riding up-and-down motions for a moment; in fact, his hips only seemed to grow in power the more he did it, the slams downward creating gradually-louder and more powerful jiggles through his hide. “You like feeling this fat ass around your cock? Don’t lie to me, I know you do!”

Humphrey could only hear Mooch whine, but the drop of Shakey’s hips that followed, and the spurt of precum that followed that, said it all.

“I bet you wanna feel this big ass taking it all, huh?” He snarled, grinding the base of his tail down against Mooch’s aching tip, and earning a gush under his tail in return, “I bet, deep down, you wanna fuck this tight hole hard; make me scream. Am I right? Give this big old cock some little idea of what it’s like to be on top for once?”

Mooch’s nod was so emphatic that Humphrey could see it over Shakey’s shoulder, and he felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw his hips instinctually grind upward. Shakey gaze met his own when he smirked over his shoulder, lifting his dark tail out of the way and draping it over his hips. Humphrey couldn’t help but see the invitation written all over his friend’s arrogantly-sexy face, and he could practically see the arrow painted on Shakey’s pre-stained cheeks, pointing right at his precum-drooling hole as the puckered entrance kissed Mooch’s cockhead with a long press downward. 

“Well?” Shakey grinned with all the nonchalant cockiness he could muster, cocking his head almost innocently to the side. “Are you gonna just sit there and watch, Humphrey? Fuck this bitch up!” He snickered with a lidding of his golden eyes, pressing that bouncy ass slowly backward before stealing away that perfect view, snapping his tail down and obscuring his teasing hole. “What?” He asked coyly. “What did you think I meant?” He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Please. You’re too horny for your own good sometimes. You and Mooch, giving me the Double-Team? Don’t know where you’d get that idea from~”

Humphrey scoffed with an almost-annoyed roll of his eyes, taking his position again. Mooch’s moans only redoubled when he jumped up to use Shakey’s lower back as a position for his front paws, before lining up and slamming every inch he had back into the tubby Omega’s depths with one swift, messy shove. He grit his fangs as him and Salty resumed their rhythm like nothing had interrupted them in the first place. His cock gave a powerful, musky gush of pre deep inside his subby friend at the sight of Shakey’s hole buckling under the pressure of its new toy as he pounded away, both his and Salty’s hips becoming a blur of gray over time.

Then, at the same time, that familiar feeling returned. His heart slammed against his ribs, his mind became muddled, and his hips almost seemed to act with a mind of their own. His shaft throbbed and jumped, spurting and shooting off like a broken pike. He grit his fangs as his climax approached him for the second time that day, meeting Salty in the face before he no longer had the strength to act of his own volition anymore.

“You ready to fill this slut, stud…?” Humphrey panted through grinding fangs, panting in slow, careful breaths to maintain as much control as possible. He would need that control if he was going to let it go later, after all.

“Fuck… yeah!” Salty cursed, Mooch’s moans now completely inaudible, lost in the sea of fleshy slaps and gushing fluids that now flooded the clearing. “You wanna do the usual…?”

“Oh, fuck yes…!” Humphrey agreed, echoing Salty all the way down to the profanity. “I wouldn’t have it any other way…!”

“Then, get ready…!” Salty leaned his head back, shutting his eyes tight as they both rammed away like a pair of jackhammers on solid rock. “On three…!”

“One…!”

Humphrey felt his balls tighten.

“Two…!”

He felt the surge of endorphins flood through him, like a burst beaver’s dam in a storm. It all came flooding through.

“Three…!!!”

And then he felt it for real. Humphrey’s climax hit with the force of a speeding train, and Salty matched him like his own reflection. Even if Mooch hadn’t had his muzzle stuffed, he wouldn’t have been able to hear him over their sighs and moans of relief, the slaps of fur on fur, the way his senses turned to mush in the heat of the moment. He felt Mooch’s walls clench and squeeze around him, he felt his own load engulf his cock like the warm, creamy mess it was. He felt the utter release with every pulse through his length, every exhale, and every last thrust.

And when it finally subsided, he opened his eyes, feeling ready at any moment to fall over and pass out completely. He fought off that urge, even if it was like a leash pulling him downward toward the ground. He took a few deep breaths, not realizing how winded he was until his lungs burned when they flooded with spring air. He opened his eyes at last.

Mooch lay on the forest floor, limp as a tired pup, and Salty looked the same. Splayed out with his legs drawn in just a few inches away, as if he had fallen over where he stood. He drew in slow, exhausted breaths, his mane messy and sweat-matted, and his cock, still raging hard, covered and smeared with the thick, sticky remains of his load. Shakey was the only one not gasping for air, and he idly rose and fell on that cock between his cheeks. Those bubbly, dark-furred cakes of his were absolutely coated, streaked and painted with ropes and splatters of white all the way from his dominant tailhole to the small of his back. Humphrey chuckled as he finally regained most of his composure, messily slopping his cock out of Mooch’s abused and cum-filled hole, feeling that creamy mess ooze out around him. 

“For a bottom,” Humphrey began with a weak chuckle, sitting his fat rump down on the forest floor and leaning back. “he sure does cum buckets, doesn’t he? Didn’t know you had it in you, Mooch!”

Mooch only shot him a weak thumbs-up before collapsing again. Salty, however, worked his way into a sit, and Shakey climbed off his toy, standing tall and proud with an amused smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah, he does,” The dark Omega chuckled, licking his chops and not even bothering to clean that mess off his rump. “Looks like you two kinda overdid it, huh?” He motioned to the practically-comatose Mooch with a nudge of his nose. “He’s almost out cold. Try not to fuck him halfway to death next time, okay?”

Humphrey chuckled, and Salty flipped a lock of mane out of his eyes with a roll of his pupils. 

“Weren’t you the only fucking Alphas’ brains out back in the day, Shakey?” Salty’s scratchy tone said with a grin. “You’re one to talk.”

Shakey shrugged, cocking his head to the side. “Good point.”

Humphrey shook the last remnants of post-orgasm fatigue off his fur like water, leaning up against a nearby tree with his paws behind his head. He smirked down between his legs. 

“Hey, look at that! I’m still hard. Whadda ya know?”

Salty chuckled, and Shakey grinned darkly, both of them taking a few steps closer as Humphrey’s beast of a dick shone with strands of creamy load. 

“You’re insatiable.” Shakey grinned widely, casting a glance at Salty as they both approached. “Good thing you have us, huh?”

“Yeah,” Salty’s fangs flashed, and he gave his mane another flip. “‘Cause we are too. Totally insatiable, Humph. Lucky you.”

Humphrey watched on as the two took sides, Shakey on the right and Salty on the left. They advanced until he lay in their overlapping shadows, just like Mooch had. But Humphrey wasn’t Mooch. He stood up to meet them, their cocky, domineering smirks matching down to the list lustful gleam and carnal smolder on either side. A breeze ruffled their fur as it made its way through the clearing, stirring up that brain-frying musk so strongly that even Mooch moaned out. But the three of them just stood there, cocks swishing beneath them, tapered tips drooling, and knots begging for a good tying. The silence was broken, and Humphrey was the first to speak.

“I love you guys.” He chuckled, and it came out almost the same as when he talked to Kate. He had no idea why… but maybe he did. Yes, he knew exactly. His eyes flicked to Shakey, blue meeting gold. “How about another round of that bet? You don’t mind, do you, Salty?”

Salty only shrugged, planting his rump down before falling back with his paws behind his head, but still as hard as a rock..

“Nope, you two go at it. My hips are kinda sore anyway.” he shrugged. “Besides, you guys need a moderator for that bet, don’t you?”

Humphrey and Shakey shared another glance. A steamier one, a heavier one. A more drunken one. And neither one could possibly agree with Salty more.

“Same rules as last time?” Humphrey asked, circling around his dark-furred friend. He took extra care to bump that big ass right into his face, and was met with a perfectly-timed swat for his efforts.

“Yep.” Shakey smirked. “But with just one change.”

“And what’s that?” Humphrey snickered, bumping that bubbly rump again as he made his second round. Those twin cheeks clapped together lightly when his hips rose together, jiggling on the way down as they settled right in Shakey’s face, only an inch from his hungry muzzle.

Shakey licked his chops, and the smell of musk intensified to a fever pitch. He could practically hear his friend’s cock throb between his legs, and the scent of pre had never been clearer.

“The loser…” Shakey grinned. “...is getting knotted. Deal?”

Humphrey didn’t need any convincing. He made his way in front of Shakey, turning around and lowering his front end to the ground. That huge, bouncy rump was instantly shoved right back into his face with the biggest clap he had ever given in his life, and the cocky smirk on his face said everything he needed as he worked it nonstop, bouncing that fat ass up and down with no restraint at all. No matter what happened next, the day wouldn’t be over until the sun set. And as he stood there, pressing his huge ass back into Shakey’s face like a bitch in the throws of heat, he knew they all would make the most of it together. He smirked back over his shoulder, and spoke, whipping his tail down against that fat rump right at the height of its bounce.

“Deal.”