The Usual Spot still reeked with the smell of sex. It permeated everything, from the roots of the trees that made up the clearing’s walls, to the soil that comprised its floor, all the way to the air where it settled like a natural humidity. The Omega Club was currently on break, but they would be back in action soon. The smell only made sense; that brain-frying scent hadn’t had any time to settle, and they were nowhere near done. 

Sometimes, Humphrey even surprised himself with how much stamina he had. Here he was, in a clearing that had just minutes ago been painted in a copious amount of wolf-cum, and he was still going. Garth, the wolf he had just gotten done filling to the brim, lay behind him with a cocky and confident air, currently on the receiving end of one of the best shows he had ever given. After all, if Humphrey had a huge, fat rump bouncing like an absolute pro all over his dick with total abandon, he would be cocky too. 

Sure, Garth probably felt pretty in control at that moment. Being in the position normally reserved for the top would do that to a wolf. But Humphrey was unlike any fat-assed wolf the Alpha knew; he had the big guy wrapped around his claw. He might not have admitted it right away, but if they had the time, he would have given him the same treatment he gave him just the other day. He would have ridden him until he broke, teasing him with the promise of a single glimpse at what lay under his tail and practically daring him to try and go further, until he gave in.

He had watched Shakey enough to know that they always did. And if there was a wolf better than the little guy at the art of the ass-tease, it was him.

Dusk was still in full-swing, and the others would be coming back soon. He hadn’t exactly told them about his little limit-pushing exercises, and seeing him in such a compromising position might have done some damage to his reputation. So he kept a close eye on his internal clock, sniffing at the air every once in a while to hopefully smell their approach before it arrived. 

He had given Garth ten minutes on the clock while the others were away, but that clock was quickly ticking down, and Garth was still acting like he was in control. Maybe that amount of time had been too short.

Either way, the two of them would probably have to hold off on the real deal till later. When they were properly alone, and with enough time between them to really see how far Humphrey’s limits could go. He was dedicated to the art of the tease, and Garth knew it.

“C’mon, Omega.” Garth’s fangs flashed and gleamed in the setting sunlight as he grinned wide, his expression as predatory as their species would allow. And that was very predatory; predatory enough to bring the full force of his muscled paw down on Humphrey’s rump at the height of a hip-crushing bounce. “I thought you said you were gonna make me moan! I don’t hear moaning.”

“That’s funny,” Humphrey felt like responding with words wasn’t necessary, but he did it anyway. He always loved some banter. “I don’t either! Maybe you should start on that, moose.”

“Me?” Garth’s eyes lidded low, and Humphrey's cheeks quaked and wobbled from the sudden impact onto his hide, only further spurred on  by the up-and-down slams of his hips all over the Alpha’s precum-spurting dick. “Moan for an ass? Are you kidding? Maybe you should act like a real Omega and moan for my dick instead!” 

Those powerful hips shunted upward, and Humphrey resisted the urge to suck in a breath when his tip came uncomfortably-close to ramming up against his well-concealed backdoor. It was a part of him that no wolf in Jasper had gotten to see (In this context anyway. They were wolves), and he intended to keep it that way. Lifting your tail was for bottoms anyway.

“You wanna give me a show?” Garth growled, deep in his chest, and his hips didn’t move. “Then give me one! I wanna see my fat dick slide right up into this ass, coyote. I wanna see your face while I give it the pounding of a lifetime. Crater it real nice and hard! You know, like I did to your friend. What was his name… Shakey?”

Humphrey only scoffed and rolled his eyes. Shakey had rolled over a little easily that night, but he was a whole other wolf entirely. Besides, Garth knew how much of a top he was; he definitely didn’t mean any of those words. At least, Humphrey hoped he didn’t, or he might have had to remind him.

“Oh, please.” Humphrey shot back, in exactly the same tone as when he had first laid eyes on him. His prized rump, no longer hammering up and down, ground down against the larger wolf’s lethal knot and shaft, cheeks deforming in all their size against his lap as he gyrated and wiggled for extra effect. “You know that would take way too much time. You’ve only got a few minutes left! Think you could get me to change my mind so fast?”

A knowing glint flashed in Garth’s eyes, and he gritted his fangs in frustration. Maybe he had needed to be reminded; it was surprisingly genuine, like all that sexy fun had made him forget about that little detail.

“What’s the matter, big guy?” Humphrey pressed, taking a conspicuous sniff at the air when he drew his breath to speak. “Forgot about that little detail? Remember what I said yesterday, no one tops his ass!”

Another clap rang out, this time when he brought his own tail down like the crack of a whip onto his rump, only to make it wobble like mad in his own way.

“Or did you forget? Huh?” He lidded his own eyes now, the blue hue sparkling in the light. “Is this ass just…” He drew a slow and sensual breath, sucking it through his gritted fangs; a trick he had learned from Kate. “So good that it made you forget? ‘Cause it sure seems that way to me. The things a great rump can do!”

Garth continued to grit his fangs, until his expression softened again. This time, there was something amiable about it, something normal. 

“Sure, I remember.” he said it with confidence, but Humphrey could tell he was lying at least a little bit. 

He had forgotten. And Humphrey loved it.

“Someday,” Garth continued, “I’m gonna make you break that rule. Trust me, you’ll be falling over yourself to get this ass in the air for me one of these days. Gonna show you what you’re missing!”

Humphrey chuckled; he had heard that one before, and just that past week. From Shakey, no less! And it hadn’t worked then either, even after their bet (which he had won by a landslide).

“Not even in your dreams, Barf. Feel free to try, but don’t get your hopes up.” The smaller of the two grinned, raising and putting his rump down hard enough to make a grown wolf yelp. Unfortunately, Garth was more than just a grown wolf, and all Humphrey got for his trouble was a couple ropes of pre over his cheeks and tail. “For now, why don’t you just sit back, relax, and-”

He sniffed at the air again, and his stomach dropped. 

His nose tingled, and the smell of the other Omegas wafted past him on a stray current of air. It wasn’t even a gust or breeze. It was more of a whisper, but he definitely caught the scent. And it was getting stronger with each passing sniff and second. He didn’t have much time.

Humphrey sighed internally; as reluctant as he was to do it, he had to wrap this up before completing his goal. Seeing the big guy break under his rump had been something he had been dreaming about all day, but it would have to wait.

“Oh, and would you look at that?” Humphrey spoke casually, like he was talking about the weather and not riding an Alpha’s cock to bursting. “Looks like your ten minutes is up! Better luck next time.”

Leaving it behind that fat dick did feel disappointing, but the extra streaks of sticky pre across his back-end more than made up for it as he pulled himself up, snatching his hypnotic rump away with a swish of his tail. The big guy might have seemed under control, but Humphrey knew better. He was almost ready to burst, he knew it, and the blue-balling must have been killing him.

He wouldn’t be waiting very long for that release.

“Don’t worry,” Garth huffed, rolling over and into a taut-backed sit, his cock still raging more than ever as Humphrey strutted over to a tree to wipe off the evidence. It wasn’t a perfect clean-up job, but rubbing all that precum off onto the backside of a tree just outside the clearing would stop the others from getting too much of a whiff too soon. “I’ll definitely have that next time. Believe me.”

Humphrey knew that tone of voice. He knew those words. It was an invitation. He had given out so many of his own that it almost felt weird receiving one. But just like a compliment about his assets, he caught it and returned it to sender.

“I’ll think about it.” He smirked, giving the wolf behind him one more teasing bump of his ass to the muzzle as he passed by, stretching his legs idly and sniffing at the air again. The scent was much stronger now. If he was going to save face, he had to work fast. “I mean, as long as you’re prepared to lose anyway. Just ask Shakey!”

“Oh,” he added quickly, taking a seat opposite Garth, and a conspicuous deep breath. “And don’t go talking to the others about this, alright? I don’t want them getting any ideas, you know?”

Garth didn’t respond beyond a friendly grin and a huff out the nose. He didn’t need to do anything more. And as the shrubs at the entrance to the clearing rustled and Mooch, Salty, and Shakey came filing back in side-by-side, he knew it would stay between them. For as long as he could help it, anyway.

“Oh, hey guys!” Humphrey grinned wide, shooting a paw into the air. “Back from your little break, huh?”

“Yep,” Salty grinned back, a noticeable sway in his hips as they all returned to their general places. “And just in time too.”

“Hope we didn’t miss anything.” Shakey grinned, and Humphrey swore he saw a knowing sparkle in his golden eyes. He hoped he was wrong about that. 

“Nope,” Humphrey waved a paw dismissively, giving his tail a little swish against the dirt. “No excitement here. Just me and the big moose here, hanging out and all that.”

“You sure?” Shakey’s fangs gleamed, and this time, Humphrey definitely saw something in his eyes. Whether it was knowing, or just suspicion, he couldn’t tell. “‘Cause it sure smells like you two were pretty busy! So, what did you get up to, huh?”

Well, shit. There went that plan. 

He should have known Shakey’s nose was good enough to smell it. It also didn’t help that Garth’s scent was potent, and his fluids were fresh. The smells of sex might have still been there, but they were in the background. The freshest scents were the most obvious; that was smell-tracking 101. He had hoped he wouldn’t notice, but the little Omega’s nose was sharper than he had thought.

Or maybe they were just very potent wolves. Either way, he had caught on, and Humphrey wracked his brain in the blink of an eye for any excuse, any at all.

“Oh, that?” He began, trying his best to brush it off, and hoping that Shakey didn’t start sniffing out the source of the scent. “You know how it is. Me and Garth were just, uh… waiting for you to get back. Getting antsy, ya know? We wouldn’t do anything without you guys!”

“You sure?” Shakey’s smirk grew devilish, and Humphrey’s stomach twisted itself into a knot when the smaller wolf started in his direction. “You sure you two were just waiting? ‘Cause that smells kinda fresh to me. I might just have to come over there and get a closer-”

“Lay off him, Shakey.”

Humphrey almost jumped when Mooch spoke up for once. The big guy, usually quiet, waved a paw with a dismissive swat in the air, and both Shakey and Humphrey looked at him.

“I mean, uh…” Mooch fumbled for words for half a second before clearing his throat. “Don’t interrogate him. We were gone for a little longer than we thought we’d be. So what if they had some fun without us? No harm done.”

Shakey waited for a beat, before turning with a nonchalant shrug.

“Hey, I didn't mean anything by it.” He sat down next to the other Omegas, leaning back with one more sniff at the air. “But whatever, you’re totally right. Hell, Humphrey could have ridden his dick and it wouldn’t be a problem!”

Humphrey definitely saw a knowing glint in his eye this time. There was no mistaking it.

But sure, Shakey might have thought he knew it, but he couldn’t have known for sure. That fact quieted the butterflies fluttering around his belly, before he pushed it all aside. 

“Anyway,” He began, making his way up to standing to address the others. “You guys all rested up and ready to go? This meeting’s nowhere near dismissed!”

“I know I am.” Shakey reclined with a horny grin. “How about you guys? I know you’re ready, Mooch. You couldn’t stop talking about Garth’s dick, after all!”

“Hey!” Mooch shot up, a blush plastered across his muzzle. “It was a good dick!”

“Didn’t say it wasn’t.” Shakey’s voice now has a noticeable leer, and his tongue dragged itself across his chops. “Bet you wish you’d have ridden it first, Salty. You missed out!”

“Sure, sure.” Salty chuckled. “But I got his mouth. You ever had your dick sucked by an Alpha? Best feeling in the world, man.”

“For your information,” Shakey leered again, “I have. And I totally agree with you, I’m just not always in a topping mood. Kinda rare for me, remember?”

“Oh yeah, we remember.” Mooch snickered, just a tad. “We remember the hissy fit you threw about it last meeting. You don’t need to take stuff so seriously!”

“Y-you shut up.” Shakey seemed taken aback, and Humphrey couldn’t help but snicker when he sputtered.

“Can’t stop me from speaking the truth, Shake.”

“Guys!” Humphrey put his paws up, unable to stop with laughter coming from his chest. “We’ll talk about this later. For now, let’s focus on the fun, alright?”

Shakey and Mooch shared a glance, Mooch’s blush juxtaposing Shakey’s carnal, toothy smirk when they met in the middle. The temperature in the clearing seemed to rise, the air thickened as it climbed.

Humphrey was done waiting, and the others clearly were as well. Dusk was still in full-swing, but the horizon was looking just a little bit darker from what little he could see of it.

Break time was over, and the meeting had only just started. And it didn’t take them long to launch back into the action. 

Significant glances were exchanged, banter was thrown around, and wolves were paired up. Clearly, the others’ eyes were still on Garth, considering that Salty was the first to call dibs on his back-end.

Humphrey took his position at the other end of the Alpha, not blaming his friend at all as they swapped their previous positions. It was a great ass, one that needed some breaking-in from someone other than him. Besides, watching the big moose break was always going to be fun no matter which end he watched from.

Garth might have had that inscrutable Alpha confidence, but it was an act. A good dick up his tail was all it took to melt him into putty in their paws. And as Humphrey spaced out his back legs, grinning from ear to ear before utterly filling his slavering maw to its limits with one swift shove, that cockiness was already sloughing off by the thrust.

“Fuck…” He snarled, unable to stop himself from reliving the previous day’s events in his mind’s eye as Garth’s velvety, skilled mouth accepted everything he had with shaft-vibrating moans and needy, slick slurps. “Take that cock, pup! How’s it feel getting filled up by a bunch of Omegas, huh?!”

Garth didn’t respond; he couldn’t have even if he wanted to, not with two identically-massive wolfcocks stretching him wide from both ends, knots hammering away at their respective holes without a shred of mercy. 

Humphrey suspected he didn’t want to either. He had never been much of a bottom (or one at all, for that matter), but even he had to admit that the treatment they were giving that big Alpha looked fun. For a subby wolf anyway, and Humphrey was anything but a sub.

He made sure he knew that too, by redoubling his efforts. His strength and speed both were taken up a notch, and by the time he had finished that little process, the slaps of knot on muzzle were audible all the way from clearing wall to clearing wall. Even Salty seemed taken aback as he pounded away, but they quickly shared the same fang-gleaming smirk before the scrawnier of the two caught up, his hips becoming a blur as he slammed his knot against Garth’s rump in a blur of gray and red.

“Hell yeah, dude!” Salty sucked in a break between his fangs, eyes shut and hips in overdrive. That was the face of bliss if Humphrey had ever seen it, right there. “Best ass I’ve ever fucked, believe me!”

Humphrey didn’t need to believe him; he knew it from experience. 

But for all the fun they were having, it just wasn’t complete without the others. Luckily for Humphrey (and even luckier for the wolf he was wrecking), Mooch and Shakey already had that covered. And as they both lay belly-first on the forest floor, slurping and suckling away at Garth’s raging beast of an Alpha cock, they clearly agreed with him.

He had seen them do this before, way back when. The two wolves beneath them shared that massive dick back and forth between them, passing that knotted beast between their ravenous maws one slurp and suckle at a time. It was the only way to make sure they were both satisfied, but they didn’t seem to mind all that much. 

After all, if two friends couldn’t share a dick between them, what kind of friends could they be?

Shakey was the one taking the reins, and Mooch was starting to whine when that spit-slathered shaft was stolen away from him by his buddy’s equally-ravenous throat, suckled like a teat and taken down to the knot in a couple smooth bobs of his muzzle. A cocky glance, like the gleam of a bear’s claw, made Mooch shrink back a bit as Shakey took him down to the knot so easily, but as soon as it disappeared past his lips, he was drawing out to the tip and passing it back, every last inch now shining with pre and sopping with spit. 

“Go nuts.” Shakey’s tone was so nonchalant, as if they were talking about anything else but sharing a cock. “I mean, until I get bored and take it back!”

Shakey seemed determined to show him up, and all without saying a word; he didn’t need to, his skills and expressions said it all. Mooch was considerably more ginger, taking his time with every moaning slobber and purposeful bob of his muzzle, allowing his eyes to flutter closed and his voice to soar of its own volition.

They two had always complimented each other. Shakey was a firebrand power bottom, Mooch was a slow and doting sub, and the contrast sent sparks flying. Humphrey couldn’t possibly pick between the two if his life depended on it, and as he watched them work, he instinctively dug a fang into his lip, growling a lustful growl and filling Garth maw to its limit with a gushing volley of pre. The ensuing gulp was all it took to bring him back to his senses, and out of his thoughts. 

He didn’t have time to think now. His thrusts had slowed, and he had some catchup to do if him and Salty were going to blow at the same time. It was tradition between them at this point, and he hated to disappoint.

But they weren’t anywhere near that point yet. Yes, it felt good. Yes, roughing up the big guy from all ends was amazing. But his climax had yet to even begin to rear its head. It was a good thing too. 

Him and Salty shared a glance, and it was almost like they heard each other’s voices in their heads. Their communication was instantaneous. They would wait until the last possible moment.

And when they all blew, it would be explosive. 

So he held on for now, gritting his fangs with a deep and husky growl, and putting his hips back into the nth gear. The others would just have to keep up, if they could. But as he slammed away at that gulping and slobbering throat, Garth’s moans now becoming audible around his knot, somehow he doubted it.

Garth wasn’t the only one becoming more vocal; Mooch was starting to show some cracks too. Well, technically, he was all cracks all the time. But now, as he deepthroated Garth’s length with speed and skills Humphrey barely knew he had, his choking grunts were more than audible. The slurps of shaft-on-muzzle were hypnotizing, and for a second, he found himself distracted. For a second, it was Mooch’s mouth on his dick, Mooch’s lips and tongue worshiping his knot one gland and slobber at a time, Mooch’s throat taking the pounding.

He would have to get some alone time with him before this was over. But for now, he sharpened his focus, shooting the tubby Omega an appreciative growl and smirk out the corner of his eye, and earning a blush and tail-wag back in return.

Either way, he had a wolf to stuff, and only so much time to do it in. The sun was setting properly now, making way for a clear and full moonrise as the sky darkened one degree at a time. He would have to find his way home tonight by smell, that much was clear now, and all this musk was surely going to noseblind him. 

But he didn't care about that now, not when Garth was servicing his length this good. Every thrust was met with a slurp, every slam countered with a ravenous bob of his muzzle, every gush of pre dutifully gulped down. The big wolf was parched, and Humphrey’s pre was like water to him. And judging by the way he was only picking up his pace, determined to match Humphrey thrust for thrust, he couldn’t get enough.

Either that, or the Alpha was losing control. It could have been either of those.

“How you doing over there, Salty?” Humphrey’s words came out with more of a huff than he thought they would, but he rolled with it. “You’re really driving him nuts back there, aren’t ya?”

“Oh yeah, you know I am…!” The scrawny wolf replied with a flash of his fangs and a particularly-forceful slam. “Bringing this guy was the best idea you’ve… ever had!!”

“Hey,” Humphrey smirked back, giving the wolf’s other end an identical slamming thrust to the muzzle. “What can I say? I have my moments!”

“Your ‘moments’, huh?” Salty teased, eyes lidded low and smirk smoldering. “Well here’s one of my ‘moments’, then. Let’s cut the chit-chat and fill this big bitch already!”

“Blowing so soon?” Humphrey matched his grin so easily, but he wore it better.

“Nah,” Salty waved a paw, giving his rump a wiggle and his tail a swish or two. “I  just feel like this is getting a little old, you know? I wanna fill this rump so I can move on!”

“‘Move on?’” Humphrey chuckled. “Move on to what? You got a better idea? Let’s hear it!”

“Oh, it’s something you wouldn’t be into.” Salty ribbed, his smirk softening into a jeering grin in a second. “I don’t think you’ve got much taste for Alpha-dick.”

Salty would have been surprised, but Humphrey resisted the urge to leave even a breadcrumb on that trail of info. Now wasn’t the time, if there would ever be one. So instead, he just nodded.

“Aww, feeling a little left out? A little regret, eh, Wild Card?”

Salty made one more slam forward, growling down at Garth’s wobbling rump as his knot lay flush against his hole. Humphrey didn’t need to be in Salty’s position to feel those needy throb, those desperate clenches. He had felt them earlier, and the feeling was still fresh.

“Only a little bit.” Salty shrugged. “Anyway, I’m getting a little antsy over here. So why don’t we wrap this up before I lose my patience, huh?”

“You know you don’t need to cum, right?” Humphrey ribbed him back, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You can always just save it! Hold onto it, for a big finale? I was kinda thinking of that.”

“Hmm, good point.” Salty scratched his chin, but the thought disappeared from his face with a snap of a claw. Well, that and the clap of an Alpha-rump. “You hear that, big boy? You’re about to get lucky! I bet you’re tired of all this bottoming, arentcha?”

Surprisingly, Humphrey felt Garth nod. Whether it was the sex or the urge to please talking, he couldn’t tell, but he would have been lying if he didn’t feel a little insulted. Was his dick just not good enough?

No. Garth was no Mooch. The moose had bite. Sitting back and taking it forever just wasn’t his style, and he couldn’t begrudge him that, not really. So he put those stupid feelings aside, and on the count of three, both him and Salty pulled back. Both identical wolfcock left their orifices with identical slurps and identical ropes of pre over their targets, and Humphrey let out a growl at the sight.

Garth slumped, claws scratching against the dirt as his legs spread out and his knees buckled. The big wolf gasped for breath, sucking in fresh (or relatively fresh) air like he hadn’t taken a breath in days, before opening his eyes to meet Humphrey’s own. Blue met green, and the sparks flew again. For a second, the daylight reversed its fading, and the clearing was as bright as midday again. 

“It’s like he said, pup. You got lucky.” Humphrey only took a second to smirk down at the winded Alpha beneath him before turning his attention to the wolves beneath him. “Hey, guys! Down there!”

Shakey and Mooch stopped in their cock-sucking tracks, just as they were mid-pass. A well-timed gush of precum painted their faces and backs in equal volume, and their fur grew dark and sticky along those musky lines. 

“Earth to Omegas, hello. You guys gotta clear out, Salty’s gonna take a ride.”

“B-but…” Mooch stammered, looking like a disappointed pup. Nevertheless, he plopped himself into a sit and scooted back, clearing the way. “We weren’t done yet!”

“Yeah, kinda an anticlimax.” Shakey didn’t pout at least, but he shrugged disappointedly before he too scooted back, falling onto his back to take a few deep breaths. “But Humphrey’s right, Mooch. We’ve had our fun, time for Salty to get his.”

Mooch frowned a bit, but did his best to straighten up.

“Okay. But we get to clean him off when you’re done, right?”

“You know it.” Salty threw Mooch his best smirking grin, circling around to Garth’s front where he barely stood; warn-out and tired, but still standing. “Alright, you big lug. Let’s get that chin up, eh? We’re not done yet!”

This time, it was Garth and Salty’s eyes that met. Humphrey and the others watched from the sidelines as the air shifted around them. A grin split Garth’s face, breaking his tired stupor like the glass of a camper’s window.

One more deep breath, one more gulp, and a lick to the chops. That was all it took to get the big Garth up on all fours, and the clearing grew just a tad darker when he stood tall. His back legs were squared, his grin was warping into a predatory grin, and Salty was falling under his sunset-shadow.

“Think you can handle me, little guy?” Garth’s tone was deep and smooth, silky even. There wasn’t a single dribble of spit or pre on his muzzle anymore, and even though his tailhole was still gaped and oozing, the tail itself was curled up over his back, and his massive cock raged in the open air, brandished like a weapon. “Your friends couldn’t. What makes you think you can?”

“Hey, I handled you just-”

Shakey spoke out, but Humphrey held up a paw, and he fell silent.

“Well?” Garth’s smirk was in full-bloom now, and he took a step forward toward his newest target, darkening him further. Salty didn’t back down beyond a sit, but his expression wasn’t a challenging one. No, clearly he had something else in mind. “You gonna answer my question? What makes you think you can handle this fat cock…” Even Humphrey had to admit, Garth’s dick was amazing when it flexed the way it was currently doing, slapping audibly against his belly with a bead of pre balanced perfectly on its killer tip. “When the others couldn’t? Well?”

Finally, Salty smirked back.

“Who said anything about handling you?” The scrawny wolf licked his chops, and right on cue, allowing himself to fall back onto the forest floor with a thud. His legs drew themselves in, his tail lay flat on the ground, and his cock lay flat and leaking against his underbelly. 

“I want you to show me what you’ve got, big boy.” Salty leered, his voice a low and steamy timbre than Humphrey hadn’t heard it in a long, long time. “You know what the others call me? The Wild Card. That means I do what I want, when I want. No limits, so strings. Think you can handle that?”

Garth drew his tongue across his muzzle, gulping down a load of excitement as well as spit.

“Now there’s an idea.” He chuckled, deep in his chest. “Humphrey’s an ass-teasing top, Shakey’s a power bottom, that big guy’s just a plain sub. And you just do what you want? Experiment and play around, with no set role or anything? I like your style, Wild Card.”

“Yep,” Salty leered, and his cock flexed mightily against his chest. “It’s pretty fun. Don’t have to worry about what others think about ya. You get to dom and sub when you want, swap back-and-forth when you feel like it, no pressure! Maybe I’ll show you the ropes sometime, huh?”

“I’d like that” Somehow, Garth’s growl sounded deeper than before when he spoke. But he was quickly moving on, giving Humphrey little time to think about what he had just said. “So which one are you right now? You domming, or subbing?”

“Why don’t you find out?” Salty winked, and Garth let out a deep, steamy growl in return. “Don’t hold back on me, big boy. I wanna see how a real Alpha fucks. Go nuts.”

With every word and horny glance the two exchanged, Humphrey swore he felt the temperature in the clearing rise by an imperceptible amount. 

But the rise was definitely perceptible now, now that Garth was getting into position. Salty grinned giddily up at him, drawing his legs in further as the larger wolf’s body eclipsed his own. He shrunk back, making himself small against the dirt, gasping with a needy suck of air when that giant ramrod of a dick effortlessly poised itself at his hole, ready to pounce like the hunter who wielded it.

“You want me to go nuts, huh?” Garth growled, deeper in his chest than Humphrey had heard since the start. “You want me to do my worst? I can live with that, but you might not.”

“Just fuck me already.” Salty’s words were impatient, but his attitude was starting to melt. A visible blush now skirted his muzzle, and he was pressing himself so hard against the dirt that it looked like he was trying to bury himself in it. “Please?”

That last word was more of a squeak than an actual utterance, but it was all Garth needed.

Humphrey had made it obvious at this point, said it many times over, but he was no bottom. Sure, he teased. Sure, he toyed with people. Sure, he showed off. But he never had any intention of actually taking dick, no matter how amazing or delicious it looked. He had never even so much as sucked one, or given one an experimental lick. It just wasn’t his thing. No amount of confidence or dick-size was going to change that, no matter how far he pushed his limits.

But, fuck, did Garth’s cock look good from this angle.

Maybe it was the size. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or the pre that coated Salty’s underbelly and face with every throb, or that way that Alpha cock held his cakes wide apart with its sheer girth alone. Maybe it was all of it combined, coming together into the perfect picture; poised and ready. But as he watched the scene unfold, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement in his belly. It was like a rock, a stone deep in his stomach that wouldn’t budge.

He didn’t want to take that cock, not really. But fuck, did it look good. It was almost enough to make him miss it.

That is, until the moment Garth’s hips slammed forward, ramming that beast of a knotted cock down to the knot in one smooth shove. Salty’s voice soared in an ecstatic scream to the darkening sky overhead, and he couldn’t help forget all about that thought. The sheer power of the moment, watching his friend break and cave completely, almost made him feel jealous. Garth filled his friend up to his very limits, gaping and stretching his inner walls wide, spearing him up the tail until he screamed, until he shut his eyes and saw stars, and all from just the first thrust…

Salty never acted this way for him. Sure, he was probably playing it up just to see what Garth could do. But still, the point stood.

Besides, Humphrey could feel it. That massive Alpha-dick, stretching his cheeks wide, painting them dark with pre and white with fresh ropes of load. The knot now hammering away at Salty’s hole pressed soundly against the bottom of his cheeks, denting and deforming them inward like a pair of rocks, demanding access, entry. He definitely missed that, there was no doubt about it. Another point of jealousy, he supposed.

He would have to get over it sometime, and as he watched the scene unfold, all that sexual power on display, he took it like his old lessons in Omega school, and learned by watching. Garth’s form was perfect, his angle immaculate. The way he used both speed and power to his advantage, the way he spaced out his hind legs for just enough leverage to make Salty’s voice soar and his cock unload volley after volley. Humphrey couldn’t help but whistle softly to himself, both at the show and the example they were currently taking in.

This guy was good.

Garth grunted, Salty squealed, and the clearing was filled with the sounds of sex like it rarely had ever been before. Plap after plap, crash upon crash, domineering grunt upon sex-crazed moan, assaulting his ears and making his mind race. His addled head swam with ideas, scenarios, imagery, memories of so many different wolves and so many different holes. He had half a mind to just roll over and pump himself to completion, and all that the sight of…

“Hey! You three!”

Garth’s voice knocked him out of his thoughts, and he jumped when the demanding bark hit his ears like a brick.

“Us?” Humphrey shook the daze off quickly, putting on his best smirk. “You talking to us?”

“Do you see any other wolves back there?” Garth shot a fang-gleaming grin over his shoulder, shooting emerald daggers in their direction with every glint and blink. “I sure don’t. So of course I’m talking to you. You three just gonna sit there and watch? I like an audience as much as the next Alpha, but you guys need to get your rumps in gear. We’re kinda running out of light.”

Humphrey shared a smirk with the others, but not before Mooch’s paw ribbed him in the side. It had just been a playful jav, but what Garth said was true: it was getting dark for real now, and they were wasting time watching like a bunch of spectators. 

Maybe it was time to fix that.

“Good point.” Humphrey admitted with a shrug, pulling himself up to all fours, along with Mooch and Shakey. “So, what have you got in mind, huh? I’m normally the leader around here, but if you wanna, I can hear some ideas-”

Garth closed his traps shut with an audible snap, and the three of them stood quiet for a second.

“What do I have in mind?” The Alpha leered, taking extra care to press his muscled, cock-gaped rump back in their direction when he pulled out of Salty’s mewling form. “I gotta say, Humphrey, you really turned me onto something the other day. I never would have imagined letting anyone near my ass ‘till you showed me how good it felt. So, how about this for an idea, huh?” Garth’s tailhole gave them all a showy wink, and his hips buckled with a mighty clap of his muscled cheeks. “How would you three like to finish the job back here? Give this ass a little spit-shine?”

Humphrey couldn’t have said no to that if he’d tried, but Mooch looked almost ready to explode. He knew the tubby Omega next to him was a bit of an addict when it came to ass (his staring just earlier had been proof of that), but he had rarely seen him this excited before. The big guy was practically bouncing up and down if it weren’t for the way he was panting, breathless. Shakey seemed interested in the idea too; he leaned in, and after another lick to the chops, smirked wickedly, his golden eyes trained on it.

Garth’s upturned, cum-oozing, cock-gaped tailhole, surrounded by a pair of precum-stained, muscle-toned rumpcheeks and a flagged-up tail. Waiting for them. Demanding them to act.

He didn’t even need to say yes. His scent did the talking for him, as well as the fact that they were obviously salivating and their cocks were as hard as stone. Garth seemed to be picking up their signal too; his backdoor winked at them again with a slow, precum-dribbling clench, and his tail whipped his thick cheeks into a frenzy.

Humphrey couldn’t help but chuckle; the moose had picked up something from him after all.

“Well?” Garth’s voice broke the momentary silence (Well, silence was relative when he was still ruining Salty from the inside out). “You pups gonna clean up this mess or not?”

Humphrey shared a glance with those wolves beside him, and their sexy (and dopey, in Mooch’s case) grins met in the middle. 

“Looks like a pretty good invite to me.” He said, as if they were talking about something a whole lot less lewd. “Whadda you say, boys? Ready for round three?”

“Always.” Shakey leered. “How ‘bout you, Mooch? Think you could keep yourself off that hole long enough for us to share?”

“You, uh… wanna share?” Mooch salivated, drooling down his chest as his eyes glazed over. Even so, he still had enough feeling in his voice to make the idea sound like a foreign concept.

“What?’ Shakey ribbed, leaning into his close from the side. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no!” The bigger Omega stuttered, licking up a dollop of spittle before it had a chance to escape, and gulping it down with the rest. “I guess I could. Y’know, if you wanna…”

“He said all three of us.” Humphrey grinned, speaking evenly between them. “That means all three of us, Mooch. Together. You want special time with Barf over there, you can have it later. For now, an order’s an order.”

“Since when do you take orders?” Mooch almost seemed to snap those words, but Humphrey just chuckled and brushed them off. “You’re more of a giving type!”

“I don’t.” Humphrey grinned to the side, meeting Mooch’s eyes halfway. “It just so happens that what I want is the same as what he’s telling us to do! Total coincidence.”

“Sure,” Shakey was the first to step forward, bringing his paw down on that presented rump with a cheek-bouncing smack. Garth only grunted in response to it, even as Shakey’s claws sunk deep into his hide; deep enough to nearly pierce the skin underneath. “You keep telling yourself that. Now how about we shut up and get to work? Before the big guy has to remind us again?”

Humphrey couldn’t have argued with that, so he didn’t. They all had a job to do, and the time for breaks and banter was over. The two of them approached, watching Garth’s rump grow closer and closer, until they were face-to-face with it. Or rather, muzzles-to-rump. The scent was intoxicating, the sight of that rust-hued ass filling up their field of vision immaculate, every quiver and clench of that gaped-out tailhole hypnotizing. Mooch certainly seemed to be feeling the last one, that much was obvious by the way he was huffing that musk without a care in the world, high on its sensation.

If Mooch could huff Garth’s rump like that, Humphrey could only imagine the bliss his friend would be in when presented with a better one. His was, naturally, the superior ass; he doubted even Garth himself could deny that for long. It was just an obvious fact on nature. The idea was as intoxicating as the scents in his nose, but he didn’t get too deep into it. They had a job to do, in front of their muzzles, and he didn’t have time for distractions.

If it weren’t for the moon above, they would have been in complete darkness. Instead, the clearing was illuminated by it now, and the orange hide of Garth’s presented back-end glittered and sparkled on the edges with silvery, blueish glint. The pre and spit slathered over and inside his hole gleamed with it. It was beautiful, and perverse.

He couldn’t wait for a taste, and he doubted the others could either. Without another word between them, they all took one long huff, and dove in.

They were right on time, too. The moment they all stuffed their muzzles under Garth’s raised tail or against the curves of his cheeks, he huffed and resumed his thrusts. The bigger wolf was wasting no time, and they couldn’t afford to either.

So, they didn’t.

And even as they all launched back into it, they knew the night was far from over. Sun or no, day or night, not a single wolf would be leaving the clearing until they were all satisfied. 

Humphrey just hoped they had the stamina for it. Because he sure did.

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The Usual Spot was silent. A thick layer of night had long settled over the forest’s boughs, illuminated only slightly by the moon’s silvery light, which hung high at its zenith. The world should have been asleep; most of it already was. The birds had gone to sleep in their nests, the ground animals had curled up in their dens, and all of Jasper had gone to bed.

All except for five wolves in that one clearing. No, they were just on another break, one that wouldn’t last much longer.

Truth be told, Humphrey was getting pretty exhausted. The rest was appreciated, but his hips were starting to get sore. Fucking four wolves at once, going back and forth between all four rumps in one session in a desperate attempt to please them all at the same time, was a pretty arduous task, and it had wiped him out. If the thrusts and motions of his hips hadn’t already done it, the sheer volume of white he had painted their bodies with would have done the trick, carrying with it the last of his stamina. Not even Garth could have came that hard, he was sure of it.

He had heard stories of wolves who alter their parts at will, and sometimes, he wished he was one. It sure would have made the last session considerably easier with more than one cock to go around. There was a word for those kinds of wolves, and it was on the tip of his tongue, but…

Either way, he was pretty sure they didn’t exist. And he certainly wasn’t one at any rate, so he had to do it the hard way.

Tiredness aside (not to mention the growing ache in his hindquarters), it had been one hell of a day. He sighed contentedly to himself as he lay on his back, slowly catching his spent breath one inhale at a time. It had been a fun one, and even if he hadn’t expected to go this long into the night, he didn’t care one bit. Any amount of time with his friends was time well spent in his book.

Besides, it gave him some good stories to tell Kate. He might have been tuckered out to the max right now, but just the idea of her getting excited woke up something in him. His blood pumped hard and fast again, and he felt that ever-so-familiar stiffness between his hind legs return almost immediately.

He would have plenty of stories to tell when he got back. And when her heat was over, she would definitely want to try all of them out for herself.

Hell yeah, that sounded like a plan. He didn’t even have to hope she could keep up; unlike the males around him, scattered and gasping for breath all over the clearing, he knew she could keep up without a sweat. Not even Garth could match her stamina, not in a wolf’s entire lifetime. No, Kate was something special, something else.

He didn’t know how much longer there was to go, but as he gazed upward toward the sky above, taking in the inky black and its various luminescent points of silver, he found himself willing to wait. As long as he had these guys with him, he could wait for months.

He found himself sighing before he could stop it, and a few mumbled words escaped his throat.

Within the next few minutes, the Usual Spot would be no doubt stirring with activity again; exploding even, if the others had a fraction of his stamina. But for now, Humphrey lay there, as hard as a rock and with one special wolf on the mind. There was something about the stars that reminded him of her, and the moon was just as full as when they shared their first howl. That night would be burned into his memory forever. 

But this one would be, too.

“Thanks, Kate.” The words came tumbling out, just as Mooch’s first snore hit his ears. “Thanks for everything.”