Humphrey went down to lunch the next day with an extra spring in his step. He made his way through the throng of eating and chatting wolves with an extra swing in his hips, a certain level of pride around back that was normally reserved for his Omega friends. Not that he minded the looks and whistles, or cared about the occasional vocal wolf calling out to him. No, he loved it when they stared. His behavior over the last week had made that bluntly obvious to any wolf with functioning eyes, and every bit of attention he received only made him show off harder. The sun from the clear sky above shone like a golden lining off of his fur as he stopped to square his back legs apart, bumping his prized rump into some lucky male’s face before striding off again. 

He had been a cute one too; an Alpha by the looks of it, probably one of Tony’s pack. A pair of emerald green eyes bore into his own as he approached, the big guy with his wheat-gold coat and slightly unkempt, slicked-back mane wiping a smear of red off of his muzzle and whistling low as Humphrey had passed him by. One rump-tease to the muzzle was all it took to get him riled up, fangs bared and eyes glinting like a certain few other wolves he knew. 

But he had somewhere to be, and fast. He hadn’t even gotten the guy’s name, not even having enough time to think to ask before he had to go. It was a shame. On any other day, he might have just found his catch. But today he pressed on, stealing that perfect view away from the mystery Alpha (and making a mental note to track him down later), before he returned to the task at paw. 

He had some lunch to get to, and some friends to talk to. Today’s talk was going to be a very important one, one that needed to happen as soon as possible. After all, Garth was still waiting on the thumbs-up. It had only been a day and their newest member was already getting antsy. Just that morning, he had caught Humphrey outside the den just to ask him about the verdict. He didn’t have anything to give him then, but when he saw him next (which was bound to be about five seconds, knowing Garth), he would have his answer. He knew that for a fact.

Humphrey couldn’t help but crack a grin when he noticed a paw shoot up into the air a couple of feet away, dodging a slap from a brown-furred female’s handsy paw with a swing of his hips. Judging from the ash-colored hue of the fur, it had to be Salty’s, flagging him down.  

And as he made his way toward that raised paw to find his friends huddled around their usual side of caribou, he thought he knew what the answer would be already. All he needed was a little confirmation.

“Hey, boys!” He grinned, finally sitting that showy rump on the ground next to Salty. “So how’s the day treating you all?”

“Pretty good on my end, Humph.” Salty grinned beside him, wiping his muzzle once he realized how red his fur was stained. “How about you guys? Getting along okay?”

Mooch shot the two of them a thumb-sup in between large bites of caribou leg, and Shakey leaned back, swallowing down his last bite with a sated exhale.

“Yep, doing alright.” The earth-toned wolf replied, licking his chops clean until not a single speck of blood remained, all in one clean swipe. It only made sense; Shakey was pretty skilled with that mouth, something they all had experience with in one form or another. “Where’d you get off to yesterday? One minute Garth shows up, the next you’re going off to have some kind of chat, then we don’t see you for the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Mooch asked simply, finally tearing himself away from his lunch for longer than two seconds. He was almost all the way through with his portion, but Humphrey felt like he would eat the bone if he could. “What, did you have somewhere to be?”

Salty’s friendly grin melted into a smirk, and his eyes glinted with a knowing sparkle. “Or did you think you were gonna have some fun without-”

“Guys, guys!” Humphrey chuckled, paws up. “Just lemme explain, okay?”

The others fell quiet, the only sound coming from a single, slow chew from Mooch before he too went silent.

“Okay,” Humphrey began, just letting the words fall out. “You guys wanna know the details? Cool, I’ll tell you.” 

There was no need to be careful about his words, he just said what came to mind. Being honest was the least he could do.

Well, except maybe about that one part. They didn’t need to know about that, not yet anyway. He had a reputation to uphold after all, and a title to keep.

“So I added another check to the tree and told him I’d ask you. You know, just to make sure you’re all onboard.” Humphrey grinned wide, fangs flashing expectantly. “Thoughts?”

The three stood in silence for a second or two. Mooch had finished off his haunch during the story, and was now left with nothing but a red-stained bone, but he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to it anymore. The big Omega just sat there slack-jawed, no doubt amazed at the idea of his friend topping such a big and strong wolf. Humphrey could see it in his eyes, his large friend’s admiration shining like the sun overhead that danced off of his fur.

Salty and Shakey seemed less absorbed. The two smaller wolves shared a glance and a smirking grin. There was no need to put one on for either of them; they were already wearing their own lusty grins. 

Finally, the quiet was broken, and Salty’s voice hit his ears. 

“You kidding, dude?” He chuckled, almost scoffing like it was nothing. “You think any of us would have a problem with that? You, bringing a hot Alpha along? What, did his big ass melt your brain or something while you were wrecking?”

“Yeah,” Shakey spoke up, that familiar luftful glint shining in his eyes, and beginning to drop from his voice. It was barely audible, but Humphrey was still picking up on it. He had heard it enough to tell it was coming, even before it was active. “A sexy Alpha could turn into some serious fun. It’d give me a good opportunity to show you how a real dom breaks a wolf too!”

“Oh, please.” Humphrey snickered, shooting that grin right back at him with a lid of his eyes. “You’re still on that? You lost, let it go.”

“I know that.” Shakey’s voice was matching up to his tone now; sly and silky, just the way Humphrey liked it. “I’m just saying, you haven’t seen me in my element in years. But now it’s time to change that, so you can watch and learn!”

“What part of ‘I fucked a Western Alpha up the tail’ didn’t you hear?” Humphrey leaned forward a bit, letting his expression grow all-the-more smug of its own accord. “I think I handled him pretty well on my own.”

“You say that now,” Shakey leaned to match him, and their eyes bored into each other with that exact same low-lidded smolder as their muzzles inched closer together. They were so close to touching noses, and Humphrey felt his every breath. “But just you wait ‘till I’m done riding him. Trust me, he’s an Alpha! And if there’s one thing that Alphas like Garth love, it’s a big, fat ass all over their dick. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, huh?”

Humphrey could have laughed, but he tamped it down. He did know about it, plenty about it. In fact, until Shakey made good on his word, he knew way more about it than even Shakey ever did. 

“True,” He normally wasn’t a fan of lying, but here, it felt good. “I wouldn’t. But I got to wreck his ass, so I dommed him in my own way. Bet you wouldn’t know anyway about that side of things, huh?”

“Sure,” Shakey chuckled, and Humphrey couldn’t help but feel the temperature rise. The scent of musk was teasing at his nostrils, not formed beyond little whiffs every now and then. But he definitely smelled it in that one breath, and it was all he needed. “Sure, Humphrey, whatever you say. We’ll just have to wreck him together, won’t we?”

Humphrey returned the chuckle with one of his own, and right on queue, Shakey sniffed at the air. The little wolf melted a bit; his exhale came out as a long, barely-restrained sigh, before he straightened back up in the time it took to blink. 

“Fuck yeah.” The wolf across from him breathed, that musky scent becoming all the stronger. And judging from the way the others’ scents picked up in turn, they felt it as well. “Sounds like a plan, stud. So, when’s all this fun happening, huh?”

“Tonight.” Humphrey said simply, having already worked out the logistics in his head before his arrival. If anything had to be perfect, it was the planning of this whole thing. Everything had to be in place down to the last inch, and nothing less. “Sundown. Think you guys can make it?”

Mooch, who had largely remained silent the whole time, flashed a grin.

“Yeah, Humphrey, we’ll be there.” He said. “I’ll make sure these two don’t forget.”

“Good.” Humphrey gave a satisfactory huff. “I’ll let the big guy know. See you all just before sunset, okay?”

The others nodded, and Humphrey stole a couple strips of leftover meat for himself before making his way up to all-fours. And as he strode away, his mind was only on two things.

Garth needed to hear the news as soon as possible, and that he didn’t have all day to wait. The big guy would definitely appreciate the update. A quick stop by Lilly’s was probably in order.

That, and the fact that his friends’ eyes were trained on his rump. He didn’t even need to look to see it, the feeling was all he needed. A few saucy swings here, a few light bounces there, and a little wiggle as he walked was all it took for their gazes to rivet on his back-end with laser-precision. He should have gotten used to it by now, but the way their gazes fell upon his ass so palpably like groping paws, desperate to feel all that bouncy volume and hypnotic size up to the last inch of his hide, was something he doubted he ever would get used to. Not that he minded; in fact, it was the opposite.

After all, Alpha or Omega, male or female, he loved it when they stared.

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Dusk came quickly that day, but to Humphrey, it couldn’t have come fast enough. Garth had been ecstatic when he told him the news, and he had ducked out just in time for Lilly to return. And as it turned out, from the little bit of eavesdropping he had done, the big wolf hadn’t been lying: their relationship really was an open one. He had never doubted the moose for a second, but it was nice to know the truth without a doubt.

With that out of the way, the rest of the remaining hours were spent getting ready. He stopped by the stream on his way back home to give himself a little rinse-off in all the places that mattered, before going down for a tiny post-lunch nap. At the very least, he felt like he could have used the rest. The night’s events were going to be a fun one, and no doubt would go on for a while. They always did, so any amount of sleep was appreciated. 

When he woke up, the shadows had lengthened and the sun shone in the far east. The sky still had its usual hue blue as he emerged from the den, and he shook off the last remnants of sleep as he studied the time. It was looking a little late, and the sun had started to glow a bright, fiery orange off in the distance, a contrast against the sky’s normal color. It didn’t look like sunset yet, but it was uncomfortably close all the same.

“Okay, good.” He murmured to himself, setting out toward the one place he was interested in being at the time. “They better not start without me, or I’m gonna have to fuck them twice as hard!”

The waiting had always been the hardest part for Humphrey, and waiting at the forest’s edge for the others to arrive was not an exception. Just his friends’ scents, carried on the wind by a single breeze, was enough to make his mind want to snap. He had been waiting for this since yesterday, and even though he knew that the moment was coming closer and closer, it didn’t make the wait any easier on his sex-addled nerves. That special spot between his legs was practically crying out by the time Shakey and the others arrived. 

He wouldn’t have to wait much longer; the smell was getting closer, and stronger, by the second.

They all showed up together, already deep in a no-doubt steamy conversation if the looks on their faces were anything to judge by, and with Garth in tow. The light of the soon-to-be setting sun shone off their coats like fire, casting Garth’s rusty coat ablaze, Mooch’s becoming a solar glow, and giving Shakey and Salty’s a silvery shine. 

They all assembled under the same bow of trees, and all those glows faded for the time being. There would be time to ogle the colors later.

“So,” Humphrey began pacing back and forth with no shortage of show in his hips. “You guys ready to get this show on the road? I know our newest member is, right, moose?”

He put some extra weight into that last word, making instant eye contact with Garth. The big Alpha was standing at his best attention, legs spaced slightly apart, muzzle straight, forest green eyes steely and focused, and tail slightly curled up onto his muscled backside that Humphrey knew so well.

“You got it, coyote.” A grin split the biggest wolf’s face, and his eyes sparkled even in his shade. “You told me you’d show me how real Omegas have fun, right? So let’s see it then!”

“Don’t worry,” Humphrey let his voice drop down into leer, let that steamy smirk of his bloom, as he ran the tip of his tail under the bigger wolf’s chin, if only to accentuate his ass’s perfectly-timed swing into his field of view. “We’re not gonna disappoint you. Will we, boys?”

“No way we are.” Shakey’s voice chimed in, the smallest Omega trying his hardest not to take a swat at that fat rump when it was his turn to get an eye-full. Instead, he seemed to be dividing his attention between Humphrey and Garth than anything else. “Trust me, Alpha. I like ‘em big. I can handle you.”

“Good to know, Omega. We’ll see how much you can really take before I’m done.” Garth’s grin turned toothy, his fangs flashing in a stray beam of light. 

“Hey, as long as Mooch and me get a taste, give Shakey as much as you want!” Salty grinned wide, ribbing Mooch in the side. “Right, big guy? You know how big Alphas get, I bet he’ll be a challenge for both of us!”

“Oh yeah,” Mooch nodded, already clearly salivating. But whether it was from the idea of taking Garth up the tail or having Humphrey’s rump swung in his face, Humphrey couldn’t tell. “Maybe we’ll get to see who can take it all? Or take the most loads!”

“Tire him out, huh? Milk him for all he’s got? Sounds like a plan!”

“You can try.” Garth fired back, those verdant eyes smoldering. “But I’m not like you Omegas. Unlike you, I’ve got real stamina!”

“Watch your mouth, moose.” Humphrey interjected, giving his nose a swat with his tail as he passed by, and earning a yelp for his trouble. “You’re talking to the Omega Club. We’ve got more in us than you think! But, I mean, let’s face it: I have the most.”

Shakey shot him a glare for that one, but he didn’t bother responding. 

“Anyway,” He began, taking center-stage and peering back over his shoulder at the assembled wolves, rump presented and eyes sparkling. With a single nudge of his nose toward the woods, he took the lead before anyone else could volunteer for the job. “How about we stop burning daylight and get somewhere more private? Follow me and keep up!”

The walk to the Usual Spot was never a particularly long one. With a few minutes’ walk ahead of them, the least he could do was give them a show.

So he did. He didn’t need to hear their huffing breaths behind him to know that they were hooked, even as they chatted and threw around their usual assortment of dirty stories and jokes.

But Garth was his main target today. Even so, he felt all of their eyes on him just like he had felt them earlier: a bunch of worshiping and needy paws, desperate for a feel. He wouldn’t give it to them, not yet, but he could sure make it look like he was going to.

After all, that was his style. The wolf was a tease to the end, and Garth knew it better than anyone.

He took a deep breath, putting all of his willpower into focusing on the task at paw, until they finally arrived. The shine in their coats returned as they all filed into the sunbeam-lit clearing, the light from above casting everything in a faint, fiery orange. They took their usual places in a semicircle in front of him, and Garth did some sniffing around before settling on sitting dutifully off to Humphrey’s left. He looked more like a trained hunter than he ever had looked, poised and taut in all the best ways.

They would have to fix that. And if they couldn’t do it, he would do it himself.

“Aright, boys.” Humphrey’s words broke the chatter in the air like a sheet of ice, and an audible thud sounded out when he forcefully sat his rump down on the ground. “Everyone all settled in?” He shifted his gaze to Garth, watching his chest rise and fall with barely-restrained excitement. “How are you doing over there, moose? Think you’re ready for all this?”

“Ready.” He said simply, almost like he was awaiting orders. “I can take whatever any of you can dish out. Easily.”

“Really?” Humphrey’s eyes lidded low, and his gaze met every Omega in the clearing before cycling back to Garth. Mooch panted with excitement, Salty seemed aloof, and Shakey seemed to be sitting awfully close to the big, strong wolf on his left. “We’ll see about that. In the meantime, some ground rules.”

He made his way up to all-fours again and repeated his back-and-forth walk, making sure to make eye contact with every single wolf in the lineup as he paced. Every wolf got a steamy, smirking glare to the face, but that look was nothing compared to the way his rump showed itself off with every last step. He had been holding back on the way here, those restraints had just been loosened. And judging from their faces, whether they were turned-on like Salty and Garth, or enraptured and engrossed like Mooch, or just amused like Shakey, they all noticed. Up and down his hips went with every stride, right in their faces as he passed.

But Garth still appeared to be listening, and that was what mattered. As long as he didn’t get too distracted, he could tease all he wanted. It took a lot of willpower to stop in front of Garth’s muzzle and work his ass like there was no tomorrow, but he, again, held it down. The urge struggled against him as passed the big Alpha, turning and passing by him again to pace the opposite way, and the sparks between them could have outshone the sunbeams overhead.

He loved it when wolves stared, but he loved it even more when they blushed and panted for what he had. It was only one step short of begging.

“I know you guys have heard ‘em all before.” He said, catching a huff from Mooch’s maw as his tail ran so slowly under his muzzle. “But we have a newcomer here, so bear with me a little bit, alright?”

“You kidding?” Salty leered, his smirk blazing hotter than a flame. “The show’s more than worth the wait if you ask me!”

“Anyway,” he chuckled, passing by Garth again and being greeted with a sudden blast of hot breath on his cheeks. They didn’t faze him, not in the slightest, but he still took an immense amount of pride in the way his ass wobbled so perfectly in the Alpha’s face when he returned the favor with an upward bump. “Rule number one: have fun, and don’t forget to make a mess. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves, and no one comes here without a Club member. Don’t be afraid to get messy or leave a scent behind.”

He passed Mooch, and received an identically-timed huff. One soft tail-whip to the muzzle later, and he was continuing on.

“Rule number two: speak up. If you have an idea, just shout it out! And if you don’t wanna do something, like you’re not comfortable with it or whatever, feel free to say that too. Trust me, we had to use that one recently.” 

Him and Shakey shared a glance, but it was a friendly one. Humphrey flashed him a smile, and he took a break from his constant, smug grin to flash him one in return.

“Rule number three.”

The air in the clearing shifted. Mooch’s panting breaths became ever-so-heavier, Salty leaned forward just a bit out of his relaxed slouch, Shakey’s ears perked up. Only Garth seemed unaffected.

Humphrey stopped his stride suddenly, parking himself right in the middle of the four-wolf line with a sudden, heavy fall of his paw, tail swishing behind him at a slow and steady pace. Mooch licked his chops, and Salty followed. Shakey just sat there, smirking expectantly as the silence was brought down like the setting sun behind them. He felt their bated and heavy breaths; they didn’t even have to breathe them out onto his presented cheeks for him to notice them.

And just like before, just like the other day, he turned.

The motions were like clockwork at this point, but he still put his all into them. Every buck of his hips, every slam of his huge and bubbly rump up into the air, every teasing push back into their slavering faces, came like instinct. They were second nature. His ass almost seemed to have a mind of its own, showing off everything it had to give down to the last hypnotic jiggle and cheek-wobbling whip of his tail. Casting his best smirk over his shoulder, he watched as that pair of cheeks did their thing so perfectly, so expertly, and savored every last motion he could manage.  

A sharp whistle sounded out from behind him, but he was too busy spacing out his back legs and lowering his front end to the forest floor to care who made it. He didn’t care who made it; he knew that all of them were on the hook with no room to wiggle. Around the base of his tail was an invisible chain, tying them all to that flaunting rump with unseen collars and imperceptible leashes, and every twerking buck pulled on them tight. From Mooch’s moony-eyed worship and drooling maw, to the way Salty’s eyes followed his cheeks up and down with every bounce, to Garth’s plain inability to look away, he had all of them on the tightest of chains, and that was all he needed to know

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. 

He needed more than that. He needed to rile them up, to show off to them until they slobbered and their eyes glazed over. It was a physical requirement at this point, and every pant he heard from behind, every last ragged breath or horny whistle that broke the constant slaps and claps that emanated from him, only sustained him longer. Every whistle was a breath, every fur-rustling huff a drop of water. He arched his back, eking out a moan from Mooch’s desperate mouth, and it was like a morsel of food. 

“Holy…!”  Mooch swore, loud enough for everyone to hear as clear as day. It was almost out-of-character for him to say something like that, but it spilled out all the same, along with a dribble of spit onto his admittedly-massive length. “Yeah…! Work that ass, Humphrey…!!”

He cast his best and steamiest smirk back over his shoulder, giving the tubby Omega a face-full of that huge, hypnotic rump with a single slam backward. The sandy-furred wolf blushed a deep red, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. 

“What’s the matter?” Humphrey smirked, swaying his hips and engrossing rump back and forth in wide swings. “Too busy getting an eye-full to talk? Where’d that spark go, huh? Drawing a blank, pup?”

The big wolf tried to say something, but all that came out was a tiny, shocked squeak from the back of his throat. Mooch’s mouth hung wide, the bigger Omega wordlessly gaping with every sway and swing of ass and tail alike.

“Oh, it’s like that, eh? Too bad. I’ll just have to get another one out of ya later!”

One more smirk, and Humphrey’s tail came down like the stroke of a bull whip, striking those flaunting cakes at the height of their bounce, and forcing them into a massive, muzzle-breaking quake. 

As tempted as he was to keep going like this, he couldn’t help but feel that particular pull inside him. It hooked behind his navel, the flames in his belly eating away at his insides even as he fought them off. The four of them were as riled up as they were going to get.

And now it was time for the real fun to start.

So he bucked his hips especially hard, letting those quaking wobbles crash down one more time before his hips finally came to a stop. Back legs still spread apart and stance still squared, he threw his sexiest, cockiest smirk back over his shoulder at all four of them, and brought his tail down for one final, ear-splitting, cheek-clapping strike.

“Rule number three: Look all you want, but don’t touch. Not without my say-so, you get me?” He leered, sky-blue eyes lidded, but still sparkling. “Sure, give it a smack or something, but that’s all you’re getting. Don’t you pups go getting any ideas now!”

The smell of musk was overpowering now. It had been strong in the air before, but now as he ended his tease with a bang, even a single whiff of all those combined scents was enough to overpower him. His head knocked back against his will, he saw stars, and the urge to moan welled up inside him like a hunger that needed to be sated. And it only grew stronger the longer he stood with his back-end to them, every residual jiggle only spurring the others’ sex drives on to rev higher, their engines to run hotter, further incensing the air with that carnal, mind-fogging scent.

The show had done its job, that much was obvious. It didn’t even need to be said. He felt silly even thinking it. But then again, it always did the trick. It didn’t matter who or what the wolf was, no one could turn down an opportunity to stare at what he had, and how we wielded it all.

He took a deep breath, releasing that urge to moan with a forceful exhale out the nose. The thought alone was intoxicating.

“Now,” The tone in his voice was casual, nonchalant, as if he weren’t standing there, rump presented and back-end posed to perfection in front of four horny wolves, cocks raging. If only for good measure, he shuffled his back legs apart a little bit more and stood tall, bumping that huge thing back further with one very-final jiggle of his cheeks. “How about you all stop staring at my ass so we can get this show on the road already?”

A moment of silence passed before Garth spoke up.

“Does he always do this?” 

It was more of a hoarse whisper than an actual question, but Salty laughed all the same, idly pumping his paw away at his rock-hard shaft as he did.

“Yep, pretty much!” The scrawny wolf snickered, biting his lip. “I mean, we’ve only all met up twice if you count this time, but yeah, kinda. And fuck is he good at it.”

Mooch sat slack-jawed, eyes wide, and posture stunned. “You’re telling me.”

Humphrey couldn’t help but huff haughtily.

“It’s that common, huh?” The bigger wolf leered, the musky-saturated air around him shifting as his tone and expression darkened, becoming more devilish. Humphrey knew that kind of face from yesterday, and it was another thing he loved. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll watch for weaknesses in the defenses, if you catch my drift.”

“Hey,” Humphrey spoke up with a teasing jab in his voice, stealing away all of their views at once with a sudden whip around. He faced them now, and his prized rump sat itself down with an audible thump before they could blink. “What did I just say? Don’t make me do that whole thing again!”

“I bet you’d like that!” Salty chuckled, now fully lying down and still nursing his hard-on from knot to tip. “C’mon, you do it every chance you get. You’d totally do it again in a second, we all know that.”

Humphrey couldn’t have denied that one: the itch was hard to ignore, and it throbbed in the back of his mind like a stab of pain. To see all of their faces, all of their individual reactions, their personalities shining through in all of their responses when he worked what he had in front of their slavering faces and handsy paws…

But even still, daylight was burning. He pushed it down, as hard as it was.

“I mean,” He gave a coy shrug. “Sure, you’re totally right. But you guys didn’t just come here to watch me. You joined up ‘cause you wanted to have fun!” His expression mirrored Garth to a tee in a second; dark and flashing and devilish. “So, how about we get on with it already? I can tell you’re all getting restless! Let’s show this big, strong Alpha how Omegas fuck, boys!”

From the looks on their faces, the others couldn’t have agreed more. Everyone except Mooch wore some variation of his own carnal smirk. Mooch only seemed interested in blushing eagerly and grinning like a dope. 

Humphrey chuckled to himself a tad; it was part of the big guy’s charm.

“So,” Humphrey leered, leaning back a tad to watch them all exchange glances. “Who’s first?”

No one needed to speak up. All he needed was the look on their faces to know that they all had the same idea. All of their gazes, smoldering so hot that the crimson-burning sun blushed an even deeper shade of red, converged on one single wolf.

Humphrey, Salty, Mooch, and Shakey: every single one of them all looked at Garth.

“Well,” Humphrey chuckled, his voice cutting the lethal tension like a rending claw. “That answers my question.” 

Their gazes lingered on the big wolf. He might as well have been at the center of the clearing, with them surrounding him. Their looks burned into his fiery coat, their eyes like motes of sparking light in the glow of the sunset. And the longer they looked at him, eyes burning and fangs bared in their own hungry smirks, they darker the air around him seemed to become. The tension was so thick now that not even Humphrey’s claw could have cut it.

And it was only going to get thicker. They didn’t even need to share any looks with each other to know that much. 

The large Alpha grinned with a kind of sexy bluster, that boisterous air around him only growing hotter as Humphrey approached him from the front, running a razor claw down along his muscled front. He started at Garth’s neck, and sliced painlessly downward, ever-so-slowly drawing the point of his claw over his hide and down to his lap where his thick sheath and low-hanging balls lay in wait with anticipatory throbs.

Humphrey didn’t say a thing at first, smirking his steamiest smirk since the day before right in the big lug’s face. Eyes half-lidded, grin blazing, and claw poised at his thickening sheath, he huffed a blast of breath over Garth’s identical expression. The two of them clashed in the middle, and the sparks were now more of a constant glow between them.

“What’s the matter, moose? Where’d that spark go? You nervous or something?”

He flashed his fangs in that steamy grin, watching as the big wolf’s confidence evaporated and sizzled out, fizzling into nothing in an instant. 

“What?” Garth scoffed. “Me, scared? Of a little coyote like you? Give me a break. By the time we’re done here, you’re just gonna be another broken Omega to add to the-”

“You think so, huh?” Humphrey’s words crashed right through his own, sultry and smooth as silk. “Me and the boys are gonna see about that, Alpha-bitch. On your back.”

He didn’t bark his words. He didn’t snarl his orders. He just said them, his voice sultry and smooth as he could make it. His claw reversed course, dragging itself agonizingly slowly back up toward his now-visible tip. The sight alone made Humphrey’s own cock throb in its way, and the images that dick conjured were almost too much to bear. But he didn’t pay them any mind, putting all of that energy into speaking again.

“Ah, I get you.” Garth’s voice went down to a whispering growl, and Humphrey really hoped the other couldn’t hear when the words hit his ears. “So you can ride my dick again in front of the Omegas over there, right? I like your style! Maybe give me a reason to roll over, and I might just do it!”

As tempting as that was, Humphrey just shrugged it off, arching his back and giving his hips a solid buck. Judging from the intensity of the musk now flooding his nose, and the sight of Garth’s tree trunk of a dick throbbing madly against his underbelly, he had seen every bit of it too.

“Tempting,” he leered, fangs glinting in his carnal smirk and rump settling down from a meaty clap into an idly jiggle. “But I’ll have to pass on that for now. I’ve got three riled-up Omegas behind me, and the last thing they need is another tease. Now be a good pup and roll over for me, yeah?”

Garth’s eyes glinted, and a stray beam of light made his fur blaze. 

“Fine, but I’m still expecting another of those shows you like so much. In private.” The big wolf’s confidence didn’t falter for a second, and his words hit like a boulder. “And don’t expect me to scream or anything! I’m not that kind of wolf.”

Humphrey scoffed, even if it was mostly to himself. If only the others knew just how wrong he was. 

He would have to show them.

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that.” Humphrey chuckled, digging a fang into his lip as Garth finally let gravity take him, hitting the forest floor with a boulder-like thud. “We’re gonna have our way with you, and you’re gonna love it. Believe me.”

“As long as I get to have my way back!”

Despite the position the big wolf was in, his dominant and cocky air didn’t diminish a bit. Here he was, lying flat just like before, cock raging and expression blazing hotter than the sun overhead, surrounded by wolves that lived, breathed, and sweated sex. But he didn;t seem even the slightest bit flustered. In fact, as Garth’s smug face shifted from wolf to wolf, from their faces to their rumps to their own impressive lengths, he only seemed to grow more confident.

The big guy took hold of his tree trunk cock so easily, pumping it in slow and careful motions to tease every last throbbing twitch and bead of pre he could manage.

“So,” Garth smirked, even as they all closed in from the sides. “Who’s gonna step up first, huh? Don’t hold back on me now!”

Before Humphrey could even begin to reconsider his choice, he found himself knocked to the side. A sudden blow to his flank sent him stumbling off to the side, just in time for Shakey to come muscling by, forcing him way into Humphrey’s place with a forceful bump of his hip. Humphrey opened his mouth to speak, to say anything at all, but Shakey’s cocky grin shut him up.

“Sorry to break in, studs.” The smaller wolf smirked with his usual air of sly confidence, complete with a distinct wiggle of his enviable rump. “But it looks like this dick’s ‘first-come, first-served’! And I’m showing up first, so you all are gonna have to settle for seconds.”

“Think you can handle me, Omega?” Garth only met Shakey’s smirk with one of his own, bringing his crimson tail between the smaller wolf’s legs and striking it upward to swat at his ass. He pumped that massive, knotted beast so idly that it almost looks effortless, and knowing how Alphas operated, it probably was. “I bet you’ve never even seen a dick this big, let alone taken one. Have you?”

The other watched on as Shakey seemed to study the wolf beneath him for a second, taking him in from the tip of his muzzle to the point of his whip-cracking tail. Their respective grins never faltered, not even for a second. Not even as Shakey took a few steps forward, the luster of Garth’s coat disappearing as he became eclipsed by his deep, dark shadow. 

“Not telling.” Shakey growled, his eyes gleaming their golden hue. The little guy squared his stance a bit, making himself wider, larger; something that Garth was incapable of doing now. “Not yet, anyway. Maybe once I’ve ridden you into a screaming mess, I’ll let you know!”

“You’re on.” Was all Garth said. He didn’t need to say anything more.

Shakey cast that same look back at all of them, his eyes lidding low as they all watched on, waiting for the fun to properly start.

“Watch and learn, boys.” He practically snarled, his tail swishing before flagging itself high. “Oh, and don’t be afraid to join in whenever. If you wanna, that is.”

The amount of smugness in Shakey’s tone was off the charts now. It was like he thought him and Garth were the only ones in that clearing who mattered. 

Nevertheless, Humphrey watched on as Shakey backed up and turned into position, lowering his bubbly, earth-toned rump down and over the length of Garth’s ass-breaker of a cock in one slow and steady motion. His back arched, and Garth’s muzzle salivated. Humphrey knew that position all too well; after all, he had been on both sides of it. The feeling of having his field of vision filled up with ass, or filling someone else’s up with his own, was something he would never get tired of, and Shakey seemed to agree. Both Omegas locked eyes for a moment as Shakey kicked himself into gear, giving his rump a tail whip before beginning his warm-up in earnest.

Humphrey thought it was kind of funny; he had learned his best skill from watching Shakey, had used it on the very same wolf that Shakey was now doing his best to subdue, and here he was, watching him again. And even though he knew it might have been a bad idea, he still found himself critiquing his technique. Every rise was scrutinized, even if he didn’t intend it. Every fall of his hips, every slam and work of that fat rump on Garth’s cock and knot and lap was compared to his own. He should have known that Shakey and him would have been on equal skill levels, but as he watched and studied his every move and growl, he couldn’t help but be surprised at how similar their skills were.

To think, he had to ass skills of a full-time bottom. It was obvious: Garth’s face was the same, his needy snorts and domineering growls as Shakey hammered his rump over his length, over every last inch, were identical. And when Shakey opened his mouth, his words sounded almost familiar.

Shakey slammed downward, giving his own chest-deep huff when his rump collided with the Alpha’s practically-dangerous knot.

“You like this fat ass, don’t you, bitch?”

He pulled himself up, tail flagging high and rumpcheeks swaying with no small amount of grandstanding pride.

“You feel that, big guy? My big, fat ass? All over your cock?!”

He let out a growl, and slammed down again. This time, even Humphrey could have seen the spurt of pre that coated his earthen coat, staining it a dark brown.

“Bet it feels pretty good, huh? Well, it’s about to get a whole lot better. Once I’ve had my fun anyway!”

But even with Shakey being the way he was, Garth still had some bite. In fact, he had plenty of it; more than Humphrey had imagined on their first go-around at any rate. In fact, as Garth snarled and bared his fangs, smirking up the most feverish of storms and responding with just the right amount of aggression, he didn’t even need to say a word. Every slam downward was met with an upward thrust, every downward grind was matched, every quiver of Shakey’s hole over his tip earned a throb in return.

It would have been impossible to look away, but Humphrey didn’t even think about it. Not for a second. Before long, the clearing was full of the best sounds Humphrey had ever heard. Claps and smacks of fur-on-fur, grunts and growls of two wolves clashing so amazingly in the middle. The sounds of sex only made watching harder, but it was all he could do. Shakey and Garth were fighting over the leash now, and their struggle only grew all the more intense the moment the warmup became the real thing. 

It didn’t take long for things to ramp up, and Humphrey watched Shakey’s every move while it did. The smaller wolf put his rump down one last time, practically crushing Garth’s knot soundly between its owner’s lap and his bubbly cheeks, which dented and caved upward to accommodate for its massive girth.

“You ready for this, pup?” Garth’s voice was silken and smooth, but as deep as a cavern’s depths. Humphrey didn’t have to look close to know how demandingly his cocktip ground on Shakey’s backdoor, or to see the trail of slickened fur left behind by the Alpha’s tongue as it sloppily dragged itself along his ever-hungry hole. Garth’s lips locked underneath the other wolf’s tail for a solid couple of seconds, before pulling back in a webby, sticky mess of spit connecting muzzle to rump. “Are we gonna keep playing this game, or are you going to take my dick already?”

At first, Shakey only chuckled, giving the wolf behind him a pleasured roll of his hips. But when he spoke, his nasally tone managed to not clash at all with the carnal depths of his growl.

“Fuck yeah.” He leered, golden eyes low. “If you’re finished playing the tough guy, I’m ready for you.”

No more words were needed. With a single shove from both of them, Humphrey and the others watched as Garth and Shakey both put their best paws forward, meeting each other in the middle with the mother of all clearing-filling claps.

It didn’t take long for Garth to bottom out; clearly, Shakey had some experience under his belt, But that didn’t stop the little guy from nearly going cross-eyed the moment that lethal Alpha cock hammered itself under his tail, swiftly filling him in a single, smooth shove.

"Holy…! FUCK YES…!!"

Shakey's gasp could have been heard from a fair distance, Humphrey was sure of that. Any passing wolf could have heard it from half a mile away. Any nearby birds would have fluttered off their perches. Squirrels would have skittered off. Shakey’s voice broke the forest’s quiet, and Garth wasn’t far behind. The growl that emanated from his throat could have shaken all of them to their core, and Humphrey wasn’t so sure it didn’t.

Where was this Garth yesterday? Where had he been throughout the whole ordeal? He had seen shades of it before and after, but not to this extent. It was like looking at a whole other wolf, and as Shakey rocked his hips back and forth, collecting himself and teasing at that ass-breaker of a knot with quivering clenches of his hole, Humphrey couldn’t help but swallow hard. If this was Garth in his element, they might have had more of a challenge ahead of them than he had thought.

And he loved it. He had always enjoyed a challenge. He just hoped the others were up to it.

Garth’s chuckle was the next to break the silence, overcoming Shakey’s vocals in an instant and cutting them off.

“C’mon, Omega.” He snorted, digging his claws into Shakey’s hide with a sudden grab at his hips. “Take it all, just like that! I guess all that bluster and stuff was just for show, huh?”

But Shakey only responded with a snort of his own. For such a small wolf, he had some powerful lungs. It almost took Humphrey a second to figure out which one of them had made it.

“I’m just getting started, you big lug!” Shakey’s stunned face returned to its smug grin almost instantly, and his hips took the reins, slamming downward against the bigger wolf’s knot. “Remember, you’re not just fucking me! You’re surrounded, dude.”

“Sure,” Garth scoffed with another cocky chuckle, his fangs gleaming as Shakey’s hips began to rise up his mammoth length, one inch at a time. “You’ve got numbers. But I’ve got the strength! You guys couldn’t take me if you tried!”

Humphrey almost felt like that was a challenge. It had to be. It would explain the sudden shift in the big guy’s personality.

The lightbulb turned on, and it all became clear. 

His cock gave a mighty throb that Garth wished he could pull off, and a grin split his muzzle before he had a chance to feel it coming. Slipping away from the two busy wolves for a second, he sat down quietly between Mooch and Salty, putting his front legs around their shoulders and pulling them close. They each were breathing so heavily that it was hard to hear himself think, watching with rapt attention as Shakey began to rise and fall on Garth’s lap with more of those nearly-deafening, rump-wobbling claps.

He grinned, and they turned to look at him.

“You see that, boys?” He motioned a toe toward the action in front of them, smirking with a sly glint in his eye. 

“Yeah,” Mooch drooled out the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazed over. “It looks like Shakey’s getting roughed up pretty hard.”

“What about you?” He turned to Salty, eyes lidding low.

“You kidding?” Salty returned his glare, but only for a fleeting second before going back to the action in front of him. “What’s not to see? I kinda forgot Alphas have such good dicks…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Humphrey rushed the words out, desperate to get to the point. “Remember when I told you guys how I fucked him earlier?”

Salty nodded, tilting his head curiously to the side, and blowing a lock of mane out of his face. Even so, he was still grinning.

“Yeah, well, he didn’t act like this yesterday. Sure, he was playing it all tough, but he wasn’t… you know, so Alpha-y.”

“What are ya getting at?” Salty’s grin widened a bit, a glint of knowing in his eyes. He had seen it too, somehow.

“What I’m getting at,” He snapped at Mooch with a click of his fangs, and the big wolf jumped in place, the spark of life returning to his pupils. “Is that this isn’t the real Garth. Not the one I know.”

The three of them watched on again, quiet for a second. Shakey really was taking a beating; his mane had spilled into his face, his gasps were becoming more frequent, and his hips rose and fell so fast that there wasn’t a second that passed without a massive wobble spreading through his cheeks, and a loud, fleshy smack ringing out in one form or another. The two were really in the thick of things now. In and out, again and again, and still no closer to a climax or a victor.

The two wolves beside him cocked their heads, and Humphrey shook his, breaking away from the sight as hard as it was.

“You guys don’t get it, do you?” 

Mooch shook his head, mouth agape with confusion, and Salty just shrugged lightly.

“It’s all an act!” Humphrey whispered a bit louder now, trying to get his point across. “He’s putting on this big show ‘cause he knows we’re gonna try and jump in! He doesn’t really wanna dominate us all, he’s just saying that so we’ll give it our all!”

“Are Alphas that smart?” 

Humphrey couldn’t decide whether Mooch intended that to be a real question or not, but he just shrugged anyway.

“I think he is.”

The three of them shared a glance, and a moment of quiet passed between them for just a second.

There was no other explanation for it. This was the only thing that made sense. Now all they needed was a plan, and an opportunity.

In the meantime, Shakey and Garth were still nowhere near done. In fact, they seemed to only just be getting started, if the increased speed and power of Shakey’s hips were any indication. The simple up-and-down motions from earlier were now full-on pounds and slams, and they were met every step of the way with thrusts and pounds from the Alpha’s muscled hips. A moan broke through the air like a gunshot, echoing off the trees from the depths of Shakey’s throat, and Garth only seemed spurred on by it. Every last decibel only made his hips pound faster, his cock throb harder inside him.

Humphrey had to admit, aside from the whole taking-it-up-the-tail thing, it looked pretty fun. The urge to take his place was strong, but he remembered his words to Garth, and held it all down as hard as he could.

“So, you’re saying,” Mooch said, his speed slow and plodding with every word. “That Garth wants to get dommed by a bunch of Omegas?”

“Yep!” Humphrey grinned, looking both wolves beside him in the eye. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“If he wanted us to do that, why’s he acting all…” Mooch scratched his chin, clearly thinking very hard by the way he gritted his fangs. “Like you? Why doesn’t he just put his ass in the air and ask for it?”

He ribbed Salty in the side, and got one back for good measure.

“It’s like Salty here! He goes both ways, right?”

“Yep, that's basically the size of it.” The scrawny wolf grinned with a flip of his mane.

“Anyway, he acts tough to bring out stuff in people sometimes. Trust me, he’s done it to me before. You know, he acts subby to bring out my dom side! I think Garth’s doing the same thing, but sort of like the Alpha version. He’s acting all tough so we can prove him wrong!”

Mooch thought about it for a couple more seconds, before the light behind his eyes clicked on. One second it wasn’t there, and the next it was.

“Ah!’ He grinned. “I get it! So he’s sending a message?”

Humphrey nodded heavily.

“Yep, and we're reading it loud and clear.” He dug his claws into their shoulders, bringing them in closer. “Aren’t we, boys?”

They all shared a grin, and a knowing glint. 

“So, whadda we do?” Mooch asked, just as Shakey moaned out again. The moan didn’t last long; even as they threw his head back, he was turning it into a snarl and a verbal taunt, before bringing the weight of his ass down on the Alpha’s length from the height of his tip. “Just jump in there and… get busy?”

“Sorta.” Humphrey made a motion with his paw, like weighing something. “We have to wait for an opening. I see a couple, but not something we can all use. His mouth’s open, but his other end’s not. We'll have to wait for them to switch positions before we get into that.”

So, they all bided their time, waiting for the right moment. Garth and Shakey went on for a bit longer, slamming and hammering downward, thrusting and shunting upward, and making every noise a pleasured wolf could make with every move. Time should have crawled by as they waited like patient hunters, but the show was more than worth the wait. It had been a long time since any of them had seen Shakey be so thoroughly pounded, so completely ravaged, by just one wolf. Hell, from the looks in his friends’ eyes, even his own recent pounding of the little guy in front of everyone paled in comparison. 

But eventually, the wind shifted. The leash ended up in Garth’s fangs, and he tugged as hard as he could. The two stilled their hips for only a second’s time, the final clap of knot-on-ass ringing out against the edge of the clearing with one final huff from both wolves in unison.

“You’re one stubborn goat, aren’t ya?’ Garth snorted, digging the pointed tip of his claws into the flesh of Shakey’s rump, deep enough to nearly puncture the skin. “Thought you would’ve gotten broken in by now.”

Shakey panted hard where he sat, still managing a smirk even as his chest rose and fell like his rump had just been so busy doing. He flipped his mane, getting a few stray locks out of his eyes, and casting that carnal grin over his shoulder. Tired and disheveled or not, he still had plenty of spark left in him.

“I’m a wolf, you lug. What, does your little Alpha brain not know what a goat looks like? Try harder…!”

“I intend to!” Garth grinned, eyes gleaming and fangs doing the same. “I’m tired of this position. I want one where I can see your face when you call out my name.”

“Then get to it, big guy!” Shakey chuckled tiredly, striking his ass with a whip of his tail. Even in his current state, he still knew how to flaunt what he had; something Humphrey had plenty of experience with. “We don’t have all night!”

It was true; they didn’t. The Usual Spot was starting to grow tinted with orange and gold, and the sunbeams were starting to slant a bit too much. Dusk would be in full swing soon, and their timing couldn’t have been more perfect. The three spectating wolves shared a knowing, grinning look, watching and waiting as usual until the moment they had been waiting for arrived.

They should have expected it from an Alpha. They should have seen it coming. They should have known what Garth was going to pull, and when. Humphrey and Shakey out of all of them should have seen it coming. But Garth was a whole other animal, and before any of them could go such as gasp, both sexually-involved wolves were tumbling in a blur of earthy brown and rusty red. The only tell any of them could have deciphered was the split-second of Garth’s paws making contact with Shakey’s back, but the big guy was just too fast to keep up with. In less than the time it took to blink, the two became a blur, and when their forms collided and the dust of their impact settled, Garth continued to surprise them all. 

Their position had completely changed, all in a split second’s time. Now, Garth was the one on top, pinning Shakey’s small form to the forest floor with his sheer size and weight. And as they came skidding to a stop, the bigger wolf’s crimson paws came slamming down next to Shakey’s shoulders, his clawed back paws scratched deep into the dirt as they spread wide, and his smirk was more predatory than ever. Garth’s cock was no longer buried deep up Shakey’s tail; instead, the Omega’s tailhole lay gaped and oozing with pre, and that proud Alpha dick stood at perfect attention between his muscled legs, shining with a lubricating sheen of precum that dribbled off the edges like honey. Their lengths had just barely made contact with each other before it became clear just how much size Garth had on the wolf below him, every inch of that giant pillar lined up perfectly with his body’s axis of symmetry.

Humphrey gulped, louder this time. From this angle, he had a much better view of how massive that thing was compared to Shakey’s tiny body. It didn’t take much imagination to picture what a cock of that size could do to such a small wolf’s insides, how deep it would go and how wide it would stretch him.

But Shakey had handled it well, and if the defiant, smug look on his face was anything to go by, he had it covered. 

“There, much better.” Garth snarled, just in time for Shakey to bring his legs in, making himself small and lying his precum-matted tail flat against the ground. But even so, he didn’t seem worried at all. “Now I can see your face when I fuck you silly! C’mon, Omega, get loud for me!”

In an instant, Garth’s hips pulled back, only to slam forward and fill the wolf underneath him once again. Shakey grit his fangs, eyes going wide and letting slip a carnal groan that could have easily left him hoarse for days, the moment he was rammed into again, all the way down to the knot on one smooth shove. The ensuing clap was somehow louder, fuller, than the ones before, and the others were starting to get hypnotized again by just the sounds alone. Humphrey had to admit, it was hard not to join them.

Sure, all it took was a tap on their shoulders to snap them out of being totally engrossed by Garth’s virility and prowess, but he understood why they did. Watching the big Alpha pound and slam away at their smaller friend, even as he resisted from that compromising position with all the gusto he usually had, was hard to just watch. The back and forth motions of Garth’s pounding hips, the ground-restrained jiggles of Shakey’s abused rump against the assault, the way both wolfcocks throbbed in unison, one against the other’s depths and the other against its own owner’s body, coating it was jets of pre from belly to muzzle and onto the ground beneath them. It was almost too much. The urge to reach down and go to town on his own rock-hard length was overwhelming.

But he had a better idea, and his eyes found it immediately. From their position, both of Garth's ends were open…

His heart raced for a second, and adrenaline surged through his body so fast it made him tingle from head to tail. He locked eyes with both Omegas beside him, and his opportunistic grin was infectious. It spread from him to Salty, then Salty to Mooch, and he knew they had all seen the same thing.

They had their chance now.

“Fuck…!” Garth swore, putting his back into every slam now. He squared his stance a little, readjusting until he almost had to pound vertically. “Take it all, Omega bitch! Take that fuckin’ Alpha cock!!”

“You think you’re tough…?!” Shakey growled as best he could, given that the air was being slam-fucked out of him. “This is nothing! Fuck me harder already, I’m getting… bored…!”

Shakey might have gone cross-eyed for a second, panting like an exhausted pup in between his snarls and forceful retorts, but that wasn’t what Humphrey was paying attention to. No, his eyes were elsewhere, specifically to Garth’s backside. That muscled rump was just as magnificent as ever, and every pound and slam he performed only seemed calculated to show it all off. Every thrust flexed its powerful muscles, and every hammering pull backward released the built-up tension is a mighty, rippling jiggle. His tail was going wild as well, flagging high and falling down with no care for who spied the obvious flashes of his tailhole, no care for who stared.

Or maybe, as Humphrey had predicted, it was intentional. And he knew it was.

His message was as clear as day, and Humphrey intended to act on it. He worked his way to his feet, prized rump jiggling idly and Alpha-hung cock raging between his legs. 

Now was the time. Him and Salty shared a glance.

“The usual?” Humphrey grinned, and Salty joined him on all fours, followed by Mooch.

“You got it.” Salty grinned back at him. 

“You guys do, uh, your thing.” Mooch grinned with a kind of guilty chuckle. “I’ll join in.”

Humphrey, deciding to watch his tubby friend close, finally sprang into action, taking one heavy step forward.

“Hey, moose!” He called. 

Immediately, Garth straightened up, though he never stopped his pounding for a second. 

“‘Bout time you guys decided to… jump in!!” He strained on his last few words, putting extra weight into a thrust that left Shakey gasping and made his thick, rust-furred rump bounce like mad. “I was starting to get lonely with just me and this… little bitch down here!”

“Yeah, we’re jumping in all right.” Salty flashed his best sexy grin, and the two wolves broke off from one another, taking their respective places. Humphrey’s paw crashed down on that rising and falling rump, clapping it with a cheek-wobbling strike. Salty found his place at the wolf’s front end, hoisting himself up onto his back legs and letting his front paws find a spot between his shoulder blades.

Humphrey followed his friend’s example, and their claws nearly touched over the bigger wolf’s back, practically pressing him down with their combined mounted weight. Their identical cocks found their places as well, Humphrey’s raging in all its twitching and leaking glory against the cleft of his rump and raised tail, and Salty’s coming down hard with a meaty, sticky slap against his slavering lips.

“Let’s make this interesting, eh?” Humphrey leered, “We all know this is what you wanted! Isn’t it, moose?”

They had done this a hundred times with Mooch, but Garth was a different beast entirely. Instead of glazing his eyes over and giving in, Garth only bucked his hips back and licked his chops, smirking with fire in his eyes that was as bright as the hue of his fur.

“Well, I told you to give me your worst, didn’t I?” Humphrey felt like those words were meant more for him than Salty, given the way that Garth’s hips bucked back in his direction. “So give it to me! Show me how Omegas fuck, boys.”

The buck of Garth's hips was so much like his own. Humphrey supposed he had picked up a thing or two from watching them, and as those muscled mounds rose against his body, falling back together with a muted, cheek-shaking clap around his girth, he knew how right he was. That ginger tail flagged high, just in time for Humphrey to let loose a heavy huff of his own, and his tip to fire off a rope of pre to stain those rumpcheeks dark. Him and Salty shared one more smirk between them before getting down to work, and before the wolf in the middle could have known it, they were lined up.

The only question left was Mooch, but he could handle himself. For now, all they had to do was…

They didn't bother asking if Garth was ready. They didn't need to. The quivering of his tailhole was enough for Humphrey, and judging from the way Salty was getting his knotted dick and scent huffed, he didn’t need words either. One lathering with a dollop of spit later (which he didn’t even think the big guy needed, given the sheer amount of pre his own length was leaking), he was as ready as he was ever going to be.

There was no more waiting now. Salty and him gave their tails an independent flick, revved up their hips, and with the first moan they had heard from Garth all day, dove in.

Their hips shunted forward in perfect, practiced unison, and the sound that left Garth’s throat could have been heard all the way back at the valley. At least Humphrey suspected it would have been, if Salty’s cock hadn’t immediately stuffed his mouth down to the base. That deep moan quickly turned into something that was less like a masculine cry of pleasure and more like a mewl, and Salty’s body took the full force of it right to the knot, just as his length shoved its way down the Alpha’s throat. Humphrey knew that throat pretty well; Salty was in for a ride, no matter what state Garth was in now.

But whatever pleasure Salty found himself in was nothing compared to what Humphrey was experiencing. Just like the previous day, Garth’s tailhole accepted his shaft with ease, and the urge to let out his own shouting moan was a hard one to hold down. But he did, even if it made his jaw hurt from pressing his fangs so hard together. For such a dominant Alpha, he sure was a great bottom, and with so little experience.

Just like Shakey had done, he bottomed out in no time at all. After all, he had told them to give him their all. And as Humphrey ground his knot against that tight tailhole, those hot and silky walls squeezing around his girth with seemingly their natural tightness alone, he was determined to do just that. He didn’t give the big guy very long to adjust before he was pulling back, revving up for his first thrust of the day.

And it looked like Garth wasn’t giving him any either. As soon as Humphrey’s hips slammed forward, their bodies colliding with a muted plap of fur, the Alpha’s hips re-engaged. The rhythm wasn’t as fast as before, but only by the smallest amount. Garth resumed his hardcore pounding in a second’s time, matching up his forward thrusts with Humphrey’s backward pulls, and coordinating his pulls with Humphrey’s slamming hips, down to the last meaty, jiggling impact and sexually-charged second. He had a feeling the big wolf might have moaned out for him, but Salty’s hips were making that impossible, crashing into his muzzle like his own were doing to his back-end. 

The two were like a mirror, only adding to the sounds and smells of sex until it all became a cacophony. A carnal din now rang throughout the clearing, from tree to tree and floor to canopy. Claps of fr-on-fur, sticky smacks of colliding bodies, slurps and cock-gagged moans. Growls, snarls, and most of all, plenty of words.

“You feel that dick, Alpha bitch?’ Humphrey growled, spacing out his back legs and legging his claws dig deep into the ground, if only to make his own ass bounce all the better behind him. “Bet you missed this cock, huh?!”

A flick of Garth’s tail was all he needed to know the truth. If he had been able to nod, he would have. 

“Hell yeah.” He snarled this time, putting extra weight into his next thrust, and pulling back extra hard. He killed two caribou with one bite on that one; now both sides of him got to shine. “Moan around that dick for me, pup! ‘Cause you know this ass was just made for an Omega’s cock!”

Garth did just that, sending a muted groan reverberating through Salty’s length, and forcing a chuckling moan out of him. Other than that, the scrawnier wolf was surprisingly quiet, clearly putting everything he had into the task in front of him: skullfucking a Western Alpha into bliss.

And it was working. Shakey even seemed to have regained some control, hammering upward against the cock assaulting his backside with a practiced angle and a cocky smirk. Sure, it was a tired one, but the little guy had some stamina, that was for sure.

“What’s the matter, big guy…?” He panted, huffing as best he could. It was a good huff too, almost Alpha-like. “Getting tired? Getting a little distracted up there? C’mon, fuck me for real already…!!”

Humphrey had to admire his friend’s gusto, even as he took advantage of his newfound leverage to pound away with extra force, turning Garth’s rump into a wobbling, sticky mess in no time at all.

“Yeah!” He grinned, putting a paw down hard to further clap and redden the Alpha’s rumpcheeks. “Fuck him like you mean it, big boy! Step it up a little!”

Garth groaned one more time, and again it was like a dutiful mewl. Humphrey flashed his best toothy smirk in response, and him and Shakey shared a wink.

But just as soon as they all had found their rhythm, the golden hues of dusk turning deep orange and the skies overhead starting to darken, their situation changed again. The crunch of a fallen leaf alerted Humphrey off to the side, and when he perked up and looked to the right, he saw the source: Mooch, finally joining the fray. The big wolf slipped up beside all of them, rolling over onto his back and a loud, deep thud that could have shaken the clearing to its roots, and scooted himself beside Shakey’s laid-out form. The smaller wolf shot him a knowing grin, and Mooch returned itbefore copying his position. Both wolves were now fully in the Alpha’s shadow, and he just kept thrusting away.

“Hey, uh, Garth?” He grinned toothily, like a guilty pup. A guilty pup with the thickest cock Humphrey had ever seen, an ass that was up there with his own, and the portly body of a grown wolf, but a pup. “I hope you don’t mind sharing…!”

Despite the cock that was actively ravaging his muzzle, Garth’s growl was audible to them all. The big wolf’s hips pulled back in their usual time, but they didn’t push back. Humphrey’s rhythm was finally thrown off, and he backed up to give him some space, watching as the Alpha’s legs spaced out further to the side and his hips pivoted a tiny bit.

The next few sounds that hit Humphrey’s ears were sounds he knew all too well. The slurp of a well-lubed cock ramming up an eager tailhole, the slap of fur on voluminous fur, and Mooch’s telltale screaming moans. The big Omega practically squealed the moment Garth’s cock hammered up inside him, his voice soaring in a way that not even Shakey’s had been able to.

There was no doubt about it. Mooch would definitely be hoarse by the end of this, and probably into the next day as well.

Either way, none of it deterred Humphrey for long, especially when another slurp sounded out, and Garth’s gasping voice hit his ears for the first time in minutes.

“Are you just gonna… stand there… coyote?” Garth panted for breath, his muzzle oozing and dribbling with pre and spit. “Don’t hold back on me! You said you wouldn’t…!”

Humphrey snickered. To think, Garth still had the energy to taunt him. The perks of being an Alpha, he supposed.

“You’re right, I did. Yesterday.” He snorted this time, just in time for another sticky slurp to come from beneath him, and for his hips to pull backward again, grinding that tailhole back onto his knot. “Don’t worry, there’s still plenty more daylight to burn. I’m just warming up!”

The two wolves shared, Omega and Alpha alike, shared a genuine grin for a fraction of a second, before Garth’s hips came ramming forward again. This time, it was Shakey’s voice that sounded out, in another one of those fang-gritting groans. Down below, he couldn’t help but notice Mooch’s needy whimpers before they all got back to work.

Humphrey and Salty were in perfect sync, matching each other’s speed and tempo to the last beat. In and out, back and forth, thrust after thrust and spurt after spurt they went into their respective holes, ravaging that big Alpha together until he could barely control himself. His thrusts were starting to become erratic. His hips were pivoting back and forth, and seeing what he was doing was basically impossible. But Humphrey could see it in his mind’s eye already; he knew exactly what Garth was doing. Mooch and Shakey lay side by side, taking turns beneath him on his cock, and in bliss for every last second of it. 

A minute of pounding on Shakey, then a minute on Mooch. A minute on Mooch, then back to Shakey. In and out, switching between both bottom wolves in increasingly-quick intervals. Back and forth, until both Omegas were total messes, inside and out.

And they weren’t the only ones. The fun was starting to catch up to Humphrey, and clearly to Salty as well. Humphrey’s own thrusts were becoming uncontrolled, his own mind starting to cloud and race. His pulse quickened with every pound of his knot against the big wolf’s backdoor, growing steadily until his tongue started to loll out of his mouth. He panted, he sweated on his pawpads, and his climax reared its head. And judging by the increasingly-frantic squeezes around his girth, Garth was on that doorstep too. All it took was a few more moments, maybe half a minute, and all of them would be blowing their caps.

Well, their first loads of the night anyway. The sun may have been setting, but the fun wouldn’t be stopping for a while. He would make sure of that himself.

“C’mon, you big bitch…!” Humphrey grit his fangs, shutting his eyes so tight he saw stars with every slam. It was almost uncontrollable now. He couldn’t keep it in any longer, not for one more moment. “You wanna cum, huh?! You wanna cum for us?!”

Garth let out another deep, gagged moan, and his hole clenched tighter than it had done all night, right against Humphrey’s knot. Neither of them had to wait much longer.

“You ready, guys…?” He growled as best he could, putting in some extra speed until he felt like his whole body might explode. “You guys ready to show this bitch what we do around here…?!”

He didn’t need words. None of them could speak it even if they had any. So he jackhammered away for a couple more painstaking seconds, before finally hilting and allowing the cap to pop.

Like clockwork, all of them blew at the same time. He knew them well enough to know their individual signs, and he saw all of them at once. Salty finally let out a real moan as he hammered his tip home, erupting all of that pent-up cum deep down the Alpha’s throat, filling his mouth to its limit. Mooch cried out like the bitch he was, with a screaming moan that made the other one look like a quiet sigh. Shakey grunted deep, giving one last verbal taunt before he too gave in.

And Humphrey saved the best for last, burying himself up Garth’s tight and hot tailhole before letting it all go. Like the pop of a cork, he bowed his head and grit his fangs, shutting his eyes tight as he filled that rump to the brim. It was just like yesterday. For a moment, he was back in the midday sun with the guy, filling him up just like this, down to the very last drop and rope of every last gush he had to give.

And when it was all over, he dug his claws into the big moose’s hide, stopping himself from slumping over. The last thing Garth needed was for him to collapse. After all, he had an image to maintain.

The four sat in quiet for only a little bit, the only thing stopping the clearing from being totally silent being their labored, panting breaths. Humphrey recovered quickly enough, even if the others still needed some time. In the meantime, he pulled himself out and back, shakily making his way back to all fours to admire him and his friends’ handiwork.

It really was a sight to look at. Garth stood like a mountain of wolf, tail flagged high and ginger rump gaped and oozing white. The off-white of Humphrey’s load had stained and smeared on his fur, and he couldn’t think of a better image. Salty was coming to as well, managing a tired smirk as he too pulled himself free. A wet plap hit Humphrey’s ears when he gave the big wolf’s muzzle a cockslap for good measure, creamy webs and strings of white connecting knotted shaft to lips until they broke off when its owner returned to all fours. 

Shakey and Mooch were absolutely coated. From head to tail, both wolves were practically painted in a deluge of white, panting for their lives as Garth’s cock twitched idly, still pumping out the occasional rope over their cum-saturated fur. Shakey was the first to stir, slurping up a tongue-full from his muzzle and gulping it all down with a single swallow, only for a fresh rope to streak his face

That looked to be the last of it though. Humphrey couldn’t help but chuckle either way, feeling that familiar tingle around back. He had a lot of experience with that Alpha cock’s power, how big and messy its loads were. It had taken him a while to clean that dried mess off his rump last time, after all.

But eventually, the afterglow came down, and wolves started stirring again. Dusk was still blazing, there was still daylight to burn, and it looked like all of them knew it.

Almost right on cue, Garth swayed and fell back. Humphrey nudged his nose to the front, catching him mid-fall and knocking him up into a sit, where he sat taking the deepest breath he had ever heard a wolf take.

“Wow…” Garth breathed, shaking some of that tiredness off his body like he was shaking off water. “You guys weren’t kidding. You Eastern Omegas sure know how to have fun…!”

They all made their way back to each other, standing side by side in front of his stunned face. It was funny, seeing such a dominant wolf be so wide-eyed, even if just for a second. And when they all had lined up, Humphrey stood in the middle, smirking down his muzzle at the tired-out wolf in front of him, his cum-drooling mouth still agape even after he had swallowed it all down.

“Hell yeah we do.” He grinned, his fangs gleaming in the light. “Stick with us, and we’ll show you stuff you never even thought about! Isn’t that right, boys?”

All of them shared a glance and a grin, and all of their eyes converged on Humphrey.

“There, they agree.” He chuckled, speaking so casually despite the attention. “So I guess that means you’re one of us now, Garth. Welcome to the Omega Club!”

Garth instantly found his footing, bringing himself up to all fours with a certain gleam in his eye. His expression sharpened into another one of the domineering smirks, but there was more excitement behind it this time.

As fun as it was seeing him beat-down, he really preferred Garth this way. And given he was their newest member, he would be seeing a lot more of that face soon enough. 

And besides, the day wasn’t over yet. In fact, it had only just started.

“So,” Humphrey put on his best leering grin, swishing his tail idly behind him. “You guys need some time to clean up? Or do you wanna just jump right back in?”

Mooch raised a paw into the air. 

“I’m gonna go clean up, I think.” He chuckled guiltily, sharing a knowing look with Shakey beside him. “We kinda need it…”

“Yeah,” Shakey grimaced at one of his front legs, where his fur was quickly crusting over. “I need a bath. You guys get going if you want, we’ll be back in a few.”

“I’ll go with ‘em.” Salty said, turning to leave with the rest the way they came. “Give ‘em some company, you know. You coming, Humph?”

Humphrey suddenly became very aware of the look Garth was giving him. That feeling from earlier, like a hook burying itself and his belly, returned in full force, and he couldn’t have said yes if he wanted to. So he didn’t, and shook his head.

“Nah,” He waved a paw dismissively. “You go get freshened up. Me and the moose’ll wait for you.”

“Alright.” Salty shrugged. “Be right back. Just don’t hog the Alpha too much while we’re gone, okay?”

Humphrey shot him an eye-lidded smirk, and watched as he walked off back down the path. Now, him and Garth were alone. And it was perfect. What the other didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

“Alright, Omega.” Garth leered, taking his time walking up beside him. He knew exactly what the big wolf was aiming for, but when the paw crashed down on his rump, he didn’t care one bit. Every jiggle of the massive wobble now spreading through his prized ass only made him hornier. Their eyes met, blue boring into green. “We’re alone. In private. You know what I want.”

A single bump of his hips was enough to make the big wolf beside him stumble back, and Humphrey took full advantage. He smirked his sexiest and most devious smirk, pivoting just enough to shove that huge rump of his back into the Alpha’s slavering face, making sure to fill up every last inch of his field of vision. It was what he was good at.

“Fuck yeah.” He practically moaned, the words coming out as slow and rich as honey. “You want a private show, huh? Well, I’ll give you one. What’s on your mind, stud?”

Garth licked his chops with a messy drag of his tongue, and Humphrey took the initiative again to buck his hips with a meaty, daring clap.

“You know what I want.’ The Alpha grinned, a mixture of sly sexuality and a genuine friendliness. “You just said so yourself! I want to see that ass work, Omega. Not just like earlier, not even like yesterday. I want to see what you can really do with it. So get to it!”

Humphrey could barely hold himself back. All the desires from before came flooding back, and a mass of butterflies welled up in his belly as he swayed and bucked and teased, his tail just barely beginning to lift upward one agonizing inch at a time. Garth’s attention was rapt, engrossed by every last ripple of those rumpcheeks, and every revealed look at the underside of his tail. 

But the leash was still in his fangs, the collar locked tightly around Garth’s neck like a common dog. And as long as he had his way, it always would be, no matter what he did or how far he went.

“Rule number three, big guy.” He warned, running the tip of his tail under the big Alpha’s chin, until it was almost in a position to flap upward as a whole. “No touching, unless I say so. And you know what I say…?”

Garth leaned in just a bit, salivating and as hard as a rock. It wasn’t like with Mooch, where he was utterly enraptured. No, Garth was a skilled hunter, waiting for the right moment to go in for the kill. And Humphrey loved it; there was no better type of wolf when his ass was concerned.

He loved it when they stared, but he loved it even more when they got their hopes up. This ass-domination thing was going to be easier than he thought. So he finally released the tension, and with a slow and heavy crash of his cheeks a mere inch from Garth’s lips if that, spoke up.

“I say, let’s get this show on the road! You’ve got ten minutes, get a good look while you can. Oh, and try not to moan too loud!”